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Tara came, her head thrown back a high-pitched squeal emitting from her, her breasts heaved and her nipples pointed skyward. She rammed the dildo hard into her wet hole. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The belt hit the floor and suddenly his hands yanked my hips backward and his cock shot into my hot box. My screaming orgasm joined Tara's as I thrashed around on the table, his cock ramming and ramming and ramming into my sopping wet pussy. Flashes of lightening raced around inside my skull, jolts of electricity arc across my nipples. I shoved my burning rump back against his thrusts and felt my cunt walls contract and expand a thousand times a second, milking his cock inside me, bringing him to orgasm too. Juices splashed down my inner thighs and I wailed in sheer pleasure as he thrust hard and grunted loudly shooting thick ropes hot cum inside of me. His pace slackened. The burning pain of my abused flesh replaced the intense high. Like pizza-boy had after he shot, Robert eventually wound down. "Clean up and get the fuck out," he said, pulling his cock out of my needy little slit. In a daze of pain and sexual fulfillment I dressed and headed home. The first "session" Robert had taken me on was this college girl who he told me was house sitting for some doctor who was in Europe. She liked to party on weekends, he said, and had followed her from this college pub home several times. "She gets a little loose," he grinned, meaning the liquor, "but hopefully she won't be too loose." We followed her on a Friday night. She walked a little unsteadily from the bar to her Ford and drove a little unsteadily to the house she was watching. Robert passed her when it became clear she where she was headed. The rest was simple. A brick fence surrounded the house but the gate was open. We walked up and waited in the shrubs by the front door. She parked, came to the door, used the key to open it and flung the door wide. Robert jumped her from behind and dragged her inside. I shut the door. We owned her. Robert hadn't come up with his tied-to-a-chair nuttiness yet so I sat on the couch and watched. He showed her the knife, told her to keep quiet and told her to strip. The knife scared her shitless. I got so hot when she reacted to it I started to squirm on the couch. She was a tad chunky and had small tits. She had improved her body some with a padded bra and some thick support panties that held the stomach in. Her dark bush stood out starkly against her very, very white skin. Obviously, considering the bulky panty, she hadn't intended to bring a guy home that night. Unwittingly she had. She didn't cry. She just stared at the blade, terror in her eyes, and did what he told her. "Suck my cock." She sucked. "Lie back and open your legs." She opened. She lay there her eyes staring far away as he lowered himself onto her, pried open her pussy lips with thumb and finger, and shoved his cock in her. She whimpered a little as he fucked her but otherwise gave him nothing. He came on her pubic hair. I rubbed the crotch of my jeans up and down on my wrists as I watched the show. My cunt throbbed with need by the time he finished with her. He threatened her, warning her not to report the rape and we left. As far as I know, she never reported what had happened. Robert took me home, beat me and fucked me. The night ended in shattering orgasm for both of us. In our own twisted way it was a perfect date. Of course, the attack was amateur hour compared to what came later. On the first we were both scared and worried the whole time and for days after. We swore we wouldn't do that again. That would be his last rape if it weren't his first. I suspected, as I've said, that there had been others. Naturally, he took on more rapes. The "best" one for me, the best "session" if such an immoral thing exists, was an attack on a woman named Diane. Robert didn't like that one because we took so much time but I have to tell you it was mind blowing.

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