Avenging Husband


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Romantic, NonConsensual, Rape, Drunk/Drugged, First, Violent, School, .

Desc: Sex Story: My world was rocked by a couple of punk-ass frat-rats. At the time it was not a good thing to rock my world. In order to tell you my story I will need to give you a little background.


Several weeks ago I read a story about cheating called "Forsaking All Others". It was one of the first stories I read that was as believable as it was gut wrenching. We didn't have a wimpy cuckold with a wimpy dick who loves to stand around and watch his wife fuck because that is all she lets him do. That shit pukes me out. I spent many nights searching the archives of SOL and found some authors that could write a cheating story that had a satisfying conclusion. Several authors with an ability to produce such a story include Al Steiner, Drifter, KK, Curious2c, Charlie Ace and Big-R. A little sorting may be necessary because there are a few cuckold/wimp/watcher stories in their collective works, but the good stories are good.

Well, as a writing exercise, a lark, I set out to write my own cheating story. If you are a writer you know that a work can take a life all its own. That is true of all of my stories. Well, I wrote Mel into my storyline, I fell in love with her, I could not have her flat out cheat on her husband and my story was just not going in that direction. So, we have a husband that is out to avenge a rape and not a cheating wife. It just didn't work this time. I will try to create a real bitch next time and maybe I can put together a good cheating wife story.

This is written in my own distinctive style that is rather unique. It is meant to sound like an oral narrative, something that if you it read aloud would sound like someone telling a story. One reader took exception to this style and wanted dialog. Actually he said that I needed to learn how to write dialog (pissed me off is what it did). That is not my style.

My stories can be rather long. This is just a short story designed to entertain you before I get back to the second part of "The Touch". I hope you enjoy.

The Story:

My world was rocked by a couple of punk-ass frat-rats. At the time it was not a good thing to rock my world. In order to tell you my story I will need to give you a little background. It all starts in a little backwater town in Iowa we will for the sake of the story call it Fairland (as opposed to Bumfuck). My father and mother were both chiropractors and made a decent living popping backs. I graduated from Fairland High School in 1964. I did well on my college admission tests and attended college at the University of Iowa in Iowa City that fall. I was a bit jerk-off and it did not take me long to realize that the life in a dorm was somewhat confining. Through some contacts of my dad and grandfather, I was able to join a hell raising fraternity. I had my own car that had been earned working for a carpenter on weekends and during the summer. I had my own room and we had booze coming out of the woodwork. Friday and Saturday nights were stellar at times. I had to go home at least once a month, but as long as I kept my grades above a 2.0 my parents would not give me hell. I just barely maintained a 2.4 GPA for the first two years.

I was a virgin when I entered college. I really lived a pretty restrictive life at home and most of the girls that I dated were "good girls". That changed at my first frat party. As a lowly pledge I was given one of the brother's girlfriends to watch over while he partied. I sat on a sofa in the basement bar and she sat on my lap. She was three sheets to the wind but was still coherent, just barely. I was kind of out of it also, but all of a sudden I felt a breeze on my dick. I looked down and realized that Trudy had just whipped out my cock. She pulled her skirt up somewhat, straddled my lap and guided my erection to a very soggy pussy. At the time I had no clue but today I know that she had been fucked once or twice earlier.

It really didn't matter because for the first time in my life, I experienced the sensation of being buried in a wet hot pussy. Trudy was moaning and groaning and I was sure that I was going to be caught and drummed out of the brotherhood. However, everyone was so ripped that no one noticed or cared. I shot off fairly quickly, but Trudy did manage to give off a little shudder and a groan. When she was finished she was barely awake. I pulled the gusset of her soaked panties back over her pussy and stuck my cock back in my pants. No one was more the wiser.

I was very proud of myself until the next morning when I discovered that my dick was bleeding from a lesion on the right side. The best way to describe it was that it looked like a bad rug burn. I put two and two together and figured out what had actually happened. Trudy did not take her panties off; she just pulled them to the side. I didn't realize that with every stroke up or down she was rubbing off a bit of my dick. I did not dare to have an erection for about two weeks. Every time I sprouted wood I ended up in pain. That was a lesson well learned, but I did lose my cherry.

Today they talk about the date rape drugs and they are certainly out there. Back in my day there was Chloral Hydrate, Thorazine as well as other tranquillizers and hypnotics, but nonetheless alcohol is by far the most widely used if not most efficient (considering cost, availability, legality and such) date rape drug in existence. As with Trudy the most effective use of alcohol was to lower if not remove inhibitions so that rape was not even a factor.

With great remorse I have to admit that I took advantage of more than one female who was nearly passed out from too much drink as well as those who dropped their guard because of one drink too many. I don't recall ever fucking a girl that was totally passed out. I never got to be first in those early days and it was pretty sloppy, but it beat the hell out of masturbation. We were so fucking young and so fucking stupid. We took the female's presence in our frat house as implied consent to have intercourse. There were a few dogs but most of the ones that we bagged were foxes. The legal drinking in Iowa was not raised to 21 until 1986.

I spent two years really spinning my wheels. I did manage to get a general education and keep my average grade above a C. I did get a few D's but my A's and B's helped me out. In my sophomore year, I met a really nice cheerleader type female. Jane Cooper was a freshman, who grew up less than 30 miles from my hometown. She had brown hair and was of medium height. She was cute but not quite beautiful. She had a wide slightly cockeyed grin that took up most of her face and lit up the room. She was the baby of the family with an older brother (a cop) and an older sister (a nurse).

We got pretty serious and dated for the first semester and a half. I would take her out to a movie or a dance. The two of us attended a few formal dinner parties at the frat house that were respectable, but I never invited or took Janey to any of the blowouts that we had. I never got past a little feel of the pussy and some heavy petting. No big deal. I usually got back to the frat house in time to get in a little action in before hitting the sack. Somehow one of her friends or acquaintances caught me partying after a date and the word got back. Janey was ready to break up. I did a lot of fast-talking because I really liked her and was getting serious about her. She insisted that she accompany me to these parties.

It was definitely an ultimatum so I conceded and took her with me to the frat parties. The first two parties worked out ok because I took care that we watched the amount of beer that we drank and I stuck close. On the third party the inevitable happened. Janey and I both had way too much to drink and she got separated from me. When I finally realized that she was gone, I went looking. I finally found her in one of the upstairs bedrooms with a group of guys around her lined up taking their turns. I pulled the fucking brother off of her and started throwing punches. They restrained me and apologized and all backed out of the room. When all was said and done a very drunk Janey lay there with her legs spread wide and a river of semen flowing out of her bloody pussy. I was crushed. I took some tissues, cleaned her up somewhat and walked her to her dorm. She was still quite intoxicated. Her roommate met me and asked what had happened and I explained that Janey had too much to drink and let some men take advantage of her. I said that I had not even touched her. She was horrified because she knew Janey was a virgin. She blamed me for not protecting Janey and really took it out on me.

I went back to the house in tears feeling that I had really let my girlfriend down. When I got back several of the men who had been with her apologized and said that they thought she wanted it. They explained that none of them could have known that she was a virgin. I went to bed a broken man. The next day, a Saturday, I went over to Janey's dorm. She came down to talk with me but insisted that her roommate accompany her. That did not sound good. The three of us went over to a corner of the commons area and sat down. I explained just how sorry I was that she was taken advantage of. I told her that she got away from me and I was somewhat befuddled (drunk) at the time. I thought maybe she had gone to the bathroom. Janey said that last night was the worst nightmare of her life. She asked them to stop and they wouldn't. She felt that I had let her down and did not want to see me again. I begged her to reconsider but she had made up her mind. I heard she moved home the next weekend and never returned to school.

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Ma/Fa / Romantic / NonConsensual / Rape / Drunk/Drugged / First / Violent / School /