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(M+/F, nc, rp, alcohol) *** Looking back at it all I recall that until that night in August I had always been a rather quiet shy man. By the time I’d turned 50 I pretty much thought that life had passed me by. I mean at 50 I’d only had a couple girlfriends and my total sexual experience encompassed those two women and an occasional hooker. Not much to brag about. *** It was around mid-August just past midnight and I was leaving a club I visited from time to time in the vague hope that I’d get lucky, which I never seemed to do, when I happened across a scene I never expected to witness. As I passed a narrow ally between the club and a Laundromat, I noticed some movement and stopped to look. To my surprise I saw two big guys carrying what looked like a woman - a very drunk woman - out the back door and unceremoniously dumping her on a dirty old mattress beside the door. I realized that something nefarious was going on when the men stood over the prone figure on the mattress and pulling at their belts dropped their pants. I stared in shock as one of the men dropped on top of the prostrate female and even though it was dark I knew what he was doing. I was witnessing a rape, what looked like a drunk patron being sexually abused by two men. I could tell that they were a couple of bouncers for the club because they were wearing the distinctive zebra stripped polo shirts that club staff wore and from their size. I was rooted to the spot, not quit believing what I was seeing. Did club employees do things like this? What would happen when the woman came too and realized what they’d done to her? How could the owners of the place allow things like this to happen? The noises from the alley made it obvious that the first guy was cumming in the woman, he was grunting and groaning loudly as he came. It was just a moment later that the other guy who’d been standing there watching while pulling on his prong, pushed the first guy off the female and knelt between her stretched-wide legs and started humping her twat with a passion. By this time I’d dipped my hand into the waist of my slacks and was gripping my wad-stick too. I was so enthralled by the scene of illicit passion playing out in front of me that I’d lost contact with reality. I was standing in plan sight of the front of the club, light shining down on me from the street lamp and massaging my dick like some awestruck teenager. Suddenly there was a burst of noise from the entrance of the club and I realized how vulnerable I was so I stepped into the dark of the alley to evade the people coming my way. My heart was pounding in my throat as the marry-makers passed by my spot. And when I looked back at the rape I had been witnessing I saw that the first guy was back at it while the second man was standing and zipping up his fly. I was amazed when I heard soft moaning, obviously the drunken woman was enjoying at least the physical portion of her treatment and it even looked like she was hugging the humping guy as he drove into her steadily. Finally I heard him utter a horse gasp and his butt clinched and I knew he was empting himself in her for the second time. I held my breath as the guy rose to his knees and looked down at the passed-out figure on the mattress. For an instant I was afraid that they would notice me. What would they do to me if they saw me and realized that I’d witnessed what they’d done? But they didn’t, the guy just knelt there for the longest time, breath heaving, his shiny dick reflecting light from the street, then suddenly he stood and fumbled with his pants and as they went back inside I heard one of them mumble, “That’ll teach the bitch to stiff her bar tab.” When the steel door slammed shut and there was only her and I still in that dark, I cautiously crept deeper into the alley and stared down at the woman on the mattress. She was young, maybe early 20’s and attractive in a slutty Mandy Moore kind of way. Then I noticed her hand was subconsciously covering her exposed sex. The men had rucked up her short white skirt and torn her panties off and they were tangled under her ass, little pink silky things with lace. I could see between her that her trimmed snatch was gummy with sperm and her pussy slit was flame red from the workout those two big men had given it. I’d pulled my cell phone out to call 911 as I moved down the alley. I hadn’t known what I’d find. But as it turned out they hadn’t beaten her, only fucked her a few times. She moved then. She looked almost like she was just asleep, maybe after good sex with her boyfriend or something. At any rate she didn’t look like she was hurting, there was no fear or pain in her expression. She just looked well-fucked and quite drunk. That’s when I decided. I tucked the cell phone back into my pocket and came closer, looking down at the young woman’s prone body. The mattress was filthy, but her tanned thighs - although sweaty - were very enticing, she had great legs and as I reached down and squeezed a tit I realized that she was nicely stacked too. To this day I couldn’t tell you why I did it. I guess you’d just have to say that it was a crime of opportunity. I would never have done anything like that of my own volition unless an opportunity was gift- wrapped like she was. I mean, there she was, sprawled out on a mattress, her body half naked, ready to be fucked and there I was sporting a painful stiff hard-on, what was a man to do? It was like dejevu, in my minds eye, as I undid my belt and opened my fly and let my pants drop to my ankles, I imagined what I’d look like to someone standing were I had been when I’d watched the original rape. I nervously looked over my shoulder as I tugged my underwear down, making my stiff dong slap against my belly. No one was standing at the end of the alley and I knew that if I was going to fuck this passed out damsel in distress I’d better do it now. I knelt down, pushing her sprawled legs a bit farther apart and mounted her. It was amazing. As I said earlier, my sexual experience had been somewhat wanting and the times I’d had sex in the past, at least the first time with a new partner was always awkward. Things never seemed to go smoothly for me. But this time I slipped right in. I didn’t have to fumble, I was so hard and she was so open from being just fucked multiple times by two big men, that I just slipped in like a flesh-spear. The feeling of poking a cum coated pussy was something else. I’d never done that before and it was stimulating to know that two cocks had unloaded into the same pussy I was fucking - only minutes before. I guess it was the fact that I was raping an attractive young woman who was helpless to stop me, that made it even better. But when she wrapped her arms around my neck and began to thrust back at me drunkenly, it was too much. My body spasmed before I could help myself. My orgasm was uncontrollable and so intense that I thought I might pass out. My body spasmed again and I felt my life-force gush out of me like an endless stream. Spurt after wonderful spurt until I couldn’t breathe. I ground myself against her so hard that I must have bruised us both. I couldn’t help myself I just kept pumping my cock in and out of her and crashing against her prone body until I must have brought her around because suddenly she was screaming, “Stop! Rape! Stop! You’re raping me you bastard!” at the top of her voice. I didn’t have time to even pull out of her before hands were pulling me off her and fists were smashing into my face. The last thing I remember from that night was thinking - what had I done? *** It’s been 16 months since that August night and I’ve got another 5 years and 2 months to go before I get out of prison. The law put away those two bouncers too, but they said that I was just as guilty and threw the book at me. Now I sit in my cell and try to fend off my pervert cellmate every night (sometimes I’m successful and sometimes I’m not.) and I think about the last time I had a woman, that last night. And sometimes, just sometimes, when I’ve relived it all and jacked off into my cell buddies mouth, it all seems worth the price I’ve paid. END More stories available by this author at: http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/ab2008/index.htm ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 65