Jenny 06
Jenny Darnell slept until almost noon the next day. She woke feeling groggy and with a splitting headache. She laid in bed for a few more minutes, finally she grabbed her phone and saw that is was 11:30. Crap! Time to get up. She thought groggily. She tried to sit up when pain erupted on her right side.
"Ahhhh!" She cried out in pain. She laid back down and covered her face with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes. The memories of the last night playing in her mind. At that moment her husband Mark came in the room.
"Hey babe, I heard you cry out. How are you feeling?" He asked with concern in his voice.
"Ugh, my ribs hurt and I got a bad headache. I feel like I got run over by a truck." She replied. "Can you get me some Tylenol and a glass of water?"
"Yeah, I bet you feel terrible. Still can't believe you went out for a jog so late last night. You're lucky you falling was all the happened to you."
Jenny gave him a look. She didn't want to hear a lecture from him.
"Sorry, I'll get you the Tylenol and water." He said and left the room.
Jenny felt her right side. It was tender to the touch but she didn't think anything was broken. She felt her right temple. A nice welt was above her eye. Her attacker had hit her there initially as she jogged by his hiding spot in the park. That blow knocked her to the ground. He was on her immediately after she fell.
I never saw his face.
The memories of the event came fully back to her. She had tried to get up. But the blow to her side knocking the wind out of her ended any real hope of her getting away. Then she saw the knife. And the order from him to not scream. That ended all resistance.
Helpless. She was helpless as he pulled her leggings down and cut her panties off. Helpless as he mounted her from behind and penetrated her. Helpless as he used her for his sadistic pleasure. And she was helpless as her body responded to his cock. The orgasm that came and the moans of pleasure that she tried but couldn't suppress.
She hated that she had came. Hated that he mocked her for it. Hated that deep down she knew that the blow to the side probably wasn't needed. That she probably would have stopped struggling as soon as he was inside of her. Hated the fact that she could feel her pussy getting wet even now from remembering.
What is wrong it's me?
Mark suddenly came back into the room and brought her back to the present.
"Here you go sweetheart, this will help." He said as he handed her the water and Tylenol. "Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat?"
Jenny popped the pills in her mouth and took a drink of water. "Not right now, thanks. I'm not hungry. I just want this headache to go away. Are the kids ok?"
"The kids are fine. Eve is watching Netflix on her phone and Johnny is playing video games. I told them you were not feeling well and to let you rest. I'm going to run a couple of errands but I'll be home soon. If you need anything just text me." Mark told her.
Jenny managed a smile and thanked him for taking care of her. I don't deserve him. She thought to herself feeling very guilty. How had life gotten so out of hand? But she knew the answer to that question.
Tom.
Oh my God! Jenny realized that the rape had made her totally forget that she had visited Tom in his tent by the park yesterday. Jenny recalled her visit there. Tom had made her suck his friends cock as he fucked her from behind.
He didn't make you. You wanted to suck his cock. Like the slut you are.
She remembered she had smoked meth with Tom and the incredible feeling it had given her. Her orgasm as Tom fucked her was unlike any other. It was raw and powerful. He was right. It made sex amazing. She suddenly had the overwhelming urge to feel that again. Her pussy was throbbing. Jenny slid her hand down, under her pajama shorts and panties she was wearing and gently touched herself. She had been fucked three times yesterday and her pussy was sore, but her touch sent a jolt of pleasure up her body.
He's so disgusting! He's fat, and dirty, and it smells terrible and that tent!
But even as she thought those thing about Tom, her hand was rubbing her pussy. Her hips slowly began to gyrate. She thought of his cock. "Mmmm" she moaned and licked her lips. She could taste him. Her hand moved faster. She imagined him holding her head down and using her mouth for his pleasure. She spread her legs wider and began to gyrate her hips faster.
"Oh, oh, oh, yeah! Use my mouth daddy!" She said quietly as her fingers moved over her clitoris. She was feeling her orgasm build. Suddenly, her memory changed and she was face down in the park and she was being raped. His cock pumping into her from behind. His hand holding her head down in the dirt. Her hips started to buck uncontrollably. Fluid dripped from her pussy and down her ass as she continued to rub herself.
She was so close to cumming. Almost there. The memory of being held down and raped. Forced to take his cock. Her pussy felt so good. She stuck a finger inside herself. "Oh God..."
Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. She snapped back to reality immediately. She pulled her hand from her shorts and closed her legs. Her feeling of impending orgasm fading quickly.
She heard another knock. This time a little louder. The bedroom door slowly opened and her son Johnny peaked his head inside her room. "Mom?"
Jenny had just pulled the covers over herself when his head appeared. Flustered, and breathing fast she tried to act as normal as possible. God I was so close!
"Hey kiddo? What's up?" She said as nonchalant as she could, but it was not easy.
"I'm hungry. Can you make me some Mac and cheese?" He asked. His mom looked weird. She was breathing hard and she looked like she had been running. "Are you ok?" He added.
"Wha? Oh yeah honey, I'm good. Just feeling tired. Didn't dad feed you lunch?" She replied trying her best to act normal. Her pussy throbbing.
"No he asked but I wasn't hungry then. But I'm hungry now."
Dammit!