Chapter 2: Peggy Learns How to Climax

As we went into the bedroom my mind was going a mile a minute. I had never been with any other man other than Matt and my one teenager mistake. Now here I was trapped. Trapped to be a sex slave for thirty men. Men that could care less how I felt. Men that wanted a maid, a cook, and a place to put their dicks into. I kept thinking that I should have stayed with Matt. At least he would not hurt me like this.

I heard Bud say, "For right now just kneel down and lay over the edge of the bed. I'm going to fuck you real quick like, and then let you start supper." He then pushed me onto the bed. I was in a daze with all this; I was in shock, added to that my fear. I knelt down at the bed's edge.

I felt him kneel between my legs. I heard him spit then I felt wet fingers opening me up. "Hold on Penny, your going to like this."

I gritted my teeth and said, "It's Peggy, Peggy White not Penny."

That just made him pissed. He growled, "Shut up bitch. You will be what ever the fuck I want you to be, and you will do what ever the fuck I want you to do." With that he shoved his dick into me hard. I felt myself being filled. I felt stretched; I mean it felt like he was shoving a huge log into me.

I kept telling myself, "Oh God, please hurry, please cum and get out of me." I heard myself say God and started to pray. "Please, oh please God help me. Make him stop, please, he is raping me. I don't want to do this. He is making me do it. Oh Please God help me." I could hear him grunting and felt his belly each time he shoved into me.

When Matt would put it in me he would take maybe 2-3 seconds before he would shoot his nasty stuff in me then pull out. But this man would not shoot his stuff. He just kept pumping and pumping. He reached around and grabbed my breast; holding onto them for handles he pulled me back hard against himself, as he would ram his huge fat thing in me.

I did not feel any more discomfort. His thing did not hurt as much and I just knew it was God answering my prayers. He was taking the humiliation and the discomfort away. I prayed again, "Please God, make him shoot his stuff. Get him off of me. Please Oh hurry, hurry before someone comes in and sees him or he hurts me." I knew God heard me because the discomfort was completely gone.

I began to feel something that I had never felt before in my life. It made what I was going through not only bearable; but almost to the point of feeling good. I prayed again to let God know just how much I loved him helping me in my time of need. "Oh thank you God, Thank you." Somewhere between my praying to God in my mind I heard myself shout out. "OH GOD, OH GOD." (Not out of fear from this evil man fucking me. But out of the pleasure. God was giving me pleasure to make up for this man's evil ways and for what he was doing to me.

I heard Bud say, "That's it Baby. That's it. You're going to love this fucking cock; you are going to be begging me to fuck you. God you are one tight piece of ass. If I did not know you had been married, I would think you were a fucking virgin. You feel real good baby. Push back. Yea that's it. Yea, take it all"

I pushed back, I pushed back hard, real hard. I wanted to make this feeling even better. I felt myself feeling real warm. Almost glowing inside with pleasure. I could feel his fat dick. I felt it as he pulled all the way out. Then as it slide all the way back inside of me. I was rocking my body back and forth and the stronger the feeling got; the harder and faster I shoved back to get every inch of him in me.

I had lost it. I was shouting out. "YES. YES. OH IT FEELS GOOD. FASTER. HARDER. YES. OH GOD, OH GOD, IT'S GOOD. HARDER. HARDER." I felt like God was taking my body and some how by using this man's thing was giving me the best pleasure of my life. I felt like I was climbing a very high roller coaster and was almost right at the top when I felt this dick throbbing inside of me.

I knew it was Bud climaxing. I knew he would be stopping, my mind was screaming. "NO, NO, DEAR GOD NO. DON'T STOP. DON'T STOP!" He held me tight and pumped his stuff deep inside me. I never, ever, felt anything like that in my life. I knew that if he could have kept fucking me like he was doing just a little bit longer. I would have gone even higher yet; I had a feeling that there was no ending to this feeling.

I laid over the end of the bed as he finished shooting his stuff into me and then pulled out. When he did pull out of me I felt open. I was ashamed, very ashamed. I did not want to turn around and look at him. This man, this sick filthy pig, made me feel pleasure. I felt pleasure with him that I never felt with Matt. Then I remembered my prayer, I realized it was God, not Bud. God must have given me that feeling to cover the terrible thing that Bud did to me.

"Well Peggy, It would seem you loved every inch of old Bud's cock; now, turn around." I did not move. I was lost in this glow. I just laid there basking in the pleasure that was still flowing through my body. Bud's voice became clearer. I felt him grab my shoulder, "Turn around I said." I got up on my knees and turned around. As I did he was standing right in front of me; his thing was right in front of my face.

His dick was all wet and it was dripping. He said, "Clean me off." I knew what he wanted. When Matt and I had sex I would get out of bed, get a washcloth to clean him after we had sex. I looked around for something to clean Bud with but I saw nothing. Raising his voice He said it again, "Clean me off bitch!"