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Subject: {ASSM} “New Year’s Eve Horror” – by RPKUSMC
Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 00:10:10 -0500
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The following story is a work of fiction, to which I am the original
author.  All Persons and events are 100% fictitious.   The story
contains explicit sexual content and is written for adults, whom like
myself enjoy erotic adult stories.  This story is not indented for
children.

 From the author of “Wife Gets a Lesson”; RPKUSMC returns
with a gem of story:

“New Year’s Eve Horror” – by RPKUSMC
E-mail your thoughts and comments, to RPKUSMC @ yahoo dot com 

[ Wife – N/C? – MMMM+F CHEAT] 

…………..

(Begin)




Molly couldn’t believe how wet she was, her husband had her all
unsettled, as she tossed the towel onto the bed.  “How could he
speak to her like that”, she asked herself?  It had been a tough
year, there third in marriage; one that was nearly their last.  But
things had seemed to be getting better, that is, until last night.
   
She could still hear his words, “I want to watch another
man’s cock slide inside you”.  Molly was stirred, and
nearly lost her balance sliding on a soft white thong, her
husband’s favorite.  She had to block the words of her husband
out of her mind; her pussy was drenched.  How she wondered, would she
ever be ready in just 2 hours.

While she was at work, sex was all she had though about.  Twice, she
had stopped what she was doing, and slid her hand under her skirt, to
trace a finger along the entrance of her pussy.  Slowly, she traced
the length of her gap and applied an ever so soft amount of pressure. 
She hoped no one had been watching, after all her cubical was off in
the corner of the office.

Back in her bedroom, Molly stood before the mirror in just her white
thong.  She marveled at her body, at 24 she was in excellent
condition.  All of those laps at the YMCA were paying off.  Her tiny
frame stood just 5”3’ and weighted just over a 100 pounds.
 Her tummy was tight, her ass firm, and her breasts, well her husband
just couldn’t get enough of them.  She laughed to herself,
remembering how she had cried one day after junior high school, when
her breasts were then just little buds.  Now, her jugs were a solid C,
and to be honest, nearly a D.  Molly looked again at the mirror, and
noticed her silver dollar nipples fully erotic.  She had to touch
them, and reached up slowly along the sides of her breasts, cupping
them, and finally she reached her nipples, gripping them with her
thumbs and fingers.  Softly, she caressed herself, and then pulled at
her nipples, a little harder each time.  Again, she nearly wobbled
over, and she thought of her husband’s words again.

“I’m serious Molly,” her husband told her.  “I
fantasize about another man pounding your pussy for all it is worth,
not just gently taking you”.

“You’re an asshole”, Molly shouted back. 
“I’m not a whore!” she told him.  But her body
revealed differently, and she was afraid her husband would notice.  
They were of course, in the missionary position, and it was the only
position they ever made love in.   Molly secretly wished her husband
would indeed be more aggressive, instead of making love to her like
she was a glass doll.  Maybe that was why her pussy was so warm and
moist, betraying her.    Another man’s cock inside her,
hmmm……., she was getting so wet.  But who’s???

It was, after all, New Years eve 2001.  Molly was just pulling into
the Club’s parking lot when her cell phone went off.  Molly
couldn’t believe she even had made it out of her bedroom.  She
considered staying home, with a vibrator between her legs, waiting for
her husband.  Finally, after and hour of being spread eagle on her
bed, with her fingers cramped into her pussy, and help from her secret
friend, she was able to get a dress on.  Molly stumbled for the phone,
“Who the hell could be calling”, she asked?

“What the fuck!”, Molly thought to herself.  Her husband,
the computer geek that he was, stuck at work and running late, AGAIN;
leaving Molly alone for at least two more hours.  Christ, it was
nearly 8:30 now.  She was really pissed; her husband would barely make
New Years Eve.  Molly knew that his 10:30 really meant 11:30.  Molly
was so fucking sick of her husband’s job.  No amount of money
was worth being on call 24 hours day, 7 days a week.  It had been an
argument they had had time and time again.

Well, there was no way Molly was going home, or to a bookstore, or a
coffee shop.  Molly stepped out of the car, and her already low cut
dress slid up nearly to her panty line.  Molly laughed again to
herself, as the cool Boston air raced against her pussy.  Molly, after
all, in a sheepish grin, wasn’t wearing any panties or a thong
for that matter either.  She had slid the thong off when she had
played with her pussy earlier in the evening, and didn’t bother
to put another one on.  Why, what would be the point?  Molly knew she
was aroused, and needed her husband’s hard cock in her right
now!  She made one last quick check in the mirror, making certain
there was no evidence of the three lines of coke she had just done.  
Old habits die hard, she told herself.

Molly made her way inside the club, which was packed.  The line at the
bar was three deep, and U shaped.  Molly noticed the backside of the
U, the side furthest from the club’s action, appeared to have
fewer people waiting.  For a brief moment, alarms went off inside
Molly, “Were these guys bikers?”, she asked herself.  No,
Molly told herself, just relax and party till your husband gets here.

 In was a tight fit, but Molly made her way over there.  It sure was
dark, she noted.  She would have a drink in no time though, and
quickly relocate.  Her dress, a silk black sundress, made her feel
sexy.  She was conscious her nipples were protruding her attire.  She
wasn’t wearing a bra either.  The dress had three buttons in the
front, all containing her breasts, and left her bareback.  So skimpy
was her dress, it might have been mistaken as a move conservative
woman’s negligee.

Molly was impatiently waiting among the crowd, trying to get a drink
when she first felt it.  It was unmistakable, someone had just given
her bottom a light tap.  It was certainly a playful one.  Molly
thought about turning around, but thought better of it.  She was,
after all, there alone, and that made her a little self-conscious. 
So, Molly did the next best thing, and took a half step forward.  Now,
just an inch stood between her nipples and the large man in front of
her.  The silk was already making her nipples crazy, keeping her pussy
as wet as it had been all day.  Molly needed cock bad, and longed for
her husband to arrive.  The club was rocking, the live brand was
bringing the house down.  She could hear men hooting and hollering,
when she felt it happen again.
  
This time, it was not a quick gentle tap.  Someone behind her was
taking liberties with her, and Molly was getting pissed.  This time,
the hand slowly caressed her ass, not just a quick tap.  The hand
moved slowly across her left cheek and then to her right one.  Then
she felt the hand circle back across both of her cheeks.  Molly was
certain it was an entire hand, not just an accidental brush of
fingers.

The coke made her head spin.  Her husband despised Molly’s
habit.  The line moved ever so slowly, in fact, no one appeared to be
getting any service on this side of the bar.  Molly took a final half
step forward and rammed her chest into the man in front of her.  She
offered a quick, ‘I’m sorry’ but it was doubtful the
man in front of her heard an utterance.

Molly was certain the man behind her would take the hint.  Someone
must be watching, wasn’t anyone going to help her.  Where were
the bouncers?  Molly knew few could see her, the club was pack, and
the three staff members behind the bar appeared to be running around
with their heads cut off.  Not that she could see anymore.  Her tiny
body was pressed forward on the back of this large man, he must weigh
300 pounds she thought.  That’s when it happened again.  Molly
was nearly in tears now, to embarrassed to turn around, and too
sandwiched to even move.  Molly felt trapped!

The hand grew bolder.  Molly felt ashamed now, and knew she must have
given the wrong signals, by not turning around, she had inadvertently
given an implied consent.

She felt the hand roam her buttocks at will now, even ran up her bare
back, sending chills through her body before slowly working its way
back down to her bottom.  Only her husband touched her this way, Molly
had never been unfaithful.

Then the hand moved down to her bare thigh and slow traced its way up,
taking her silk dress with it.  She felt the hand, on her outer thigh
work its way slowly up to rest near her hip.  Along the way the
stranger bunched up her dress on one side.  She was certain her ass
must be partially exposed.

She felt the man’s other hand on her right buttocks.  Clearly,
things had gotten out of had.  Who ever it was, now had a firm grip of
her right ass cheek, and firm it was.  It was a strong powerful grip,
and it raised her to her toes, she tried not to surrender to it, but
felt powerless in his grasp.  Then she felt a hard squeeze, and then
another, this time, the hand did not relinquish its grip.

Desperately, Molly flung her arms forward, in an attempt to escape. 
She wanted to push off of this large man, and make her way to the
ladies room.  But, the man in front of her grabbed her by the wrists,
and held her.  She heard him say, “I love feeling those tits on
my back, baby”.  He didn’t even turn around.

Now Molly was trapped, and in quite a bind.  Her arms were draped over
the man in front of her, with her breasts sandwiched against his back.
 The man forward her held her wrists tight, and she could not break
his grip.  The man behind her was acting like she was his wife.  Molly
was crying now, the coke was messing her up, she hoped no one would
she her like this.  She was so embarrassed.  This was all her fault.  
She had wanted to spend New Year’s Eve with her husband, and now
she was stuck, and in trouble, sandwiched in a darkened nightclub
between two men, neither of whom was her husband.

If what Molly felt wasn’t bad enough, what she heard made her
want to scream.  Even with the music blearing, a girl knows certain
sounds.  Molly heard the rattle of a belt, and the unzipping of a
man’s pants.  That’s when molly felt it: two sets of
hands.  One hand held Molly’s dress up to her hips on the right
side, and another did the exact same on the other side.  She was
certain, the length of the fingers were different sizes, now 2 men
were involved.

Molly knew she was completely naked from the waist down, and no one
cared enough to help her.  That’s when Molly felt a finger at
the entrance of her exposed pussy.  It was a finger, a finger that was
not her own.  Then a man’s voice whispered in her ear.

“Hey baby, I couldn’t help but noticed that fine looking
wedding ring you have there, and that is when I noticed your husband
was nowhere to be found” the stranger said.  “No one will
help you baby, just enjoy the ride”.

That’s when Molly felt a finger inside her pussy, and then
another.  It was unfair, Molly thought.  She had spent nearly an hour
trimming her pussy, before finally deciding to shave it off
completely.  A bald pussy drove her husband crazy, and she shaved her
pussy for her husband, not the man poking at her pussy.  Molly through
her head forward and wished she hadn’t done the coke.  The
fingers worked at a feverish pace now.  Her pussy, moistened all day
by the thoughts of sex, was betraying her to this stranger. 
That’s when she felt a third finger.   What's more, a foot
kicked her legs further apart from under her, making her spread wide
apart.   Her pussy was stretched to the limit now.  She tried to
collapse her body, and hopefully fall to the ground, but the large man
held a firm grip.

The men at her sides grew impatience or jealous, and each of them
grabbed at her breasts.  The material was already thin, now each man
held the material near each breast, while another grave her the best
finger fucking her pussy ever had.  That’s when things went from
bad to worse for Molly.  The men at her sides boldly tore her dress,
ripping it straight down to her pussy.  Instantly, Molly’s firm
C breasts stood proudly for these stranglers to admire.  The three
buttons when flying in the air, and within moments Molly’s silk
dress lay around one of her ankles.

Since no one was helping her, Molly finally figured out all of the men
in this area must be together.     From out of nowhere a tall barstool
appeared.  The man behind Molly grabbed her by the waist, and pulled
her back away from the man forward her.  The stool was place right in
front of her, and horror ran across Molly’s mind.  But it was
too late.  The man behind her bent Molly over the bar stool so that
her belly rested right on seat.  Her feet were once again kicked out
from under her, and her nakedness became all too clear.  Molly’s
bare pussy was completely exposed to anyone behind her.  And to her
embarrassment, the 300 hundred pound man sat on her back.  She was in
pain now, her tiny frame was being crushed by this large man, her tits
left to dangle off the sides of the stool.

The large man sitting on her back roughly pulled at Molly’s
hair, raising her head and making it level with the arc of her back. 
She could she only the wooden panel of the U shaped bar, and a man
appear by her side.  It was too dark to even make his face out, but
she could feel his lips on her ear.  His words frightened her: 
“Beg for it whore”, he told her.  “Beg for
it!”.

That’s when it hit her.  Molly was completely powerless to stop
what was about to happen.  It took all the strength she could muster
just to get air in her lungs.  That’s when she felt a cool
liquid run down her lower back, around and over her anus and straight
down her pussy.

The unknown strangler rammed his face into her pussy, licking every
inch of it.  Molly was going crazy now, it had been years since anyone
ate her out; her husband would have nothing to do with it.  But the
stranger was not shy about it, and lapped every inch of her bald
pussy.  She felt his nose inside her pussy, her cheeks being pulled
further and further apart, like someone was trying to tear her in
half.   That’s when an intense organism flushed her body, and
she bucked liked a dog hit by a car.  Molly’s feet curled up,
body still tensed, then she let out a whaling moan  “
Aahhhhhhhhhh……..hhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….ohhhhhh…….Yes………..”

The man again appeared by her ear, and again told her she must beg for
it: “Say it whore”, as he grabbed hold of her face by her
chin.  “You must BEG for the cocks you know you want”.  
“How much for your pussy, so there is no misunderstanding, beg
us to fuck you for a dollar each!!!” the stranger demand.

Molly succumbed to the pressures of the evening, her pussy being
eaten, the coke, her lusting desires, and finally betrayed her
husband, her wedding vows, and then begged the man:

 “PLEASE, I beg you, Fuck me!, Fuck Me like the married whore I
am”.  Molly couldn’t believe the words parted her own
lips, at her own free will.

The first cock of the evening inside her pussy.  A pussy that for 3
faithful years, only her husbands laid eyes on.   As bad as things
were for Molly, her pussy was on fire.  Finally, she was getting a
fierce fucking.  Who ever was taking her from behind, rammed a very
long shaft inside of her.  She moaned aloud, no one could hear her,
and those that could, would only be next.  Molly felt the cock inside
her, slickened by her body’s betrayal, pound her like she was
the last pussy on Earth.  Only seconds past before a second cock took
her, and Molly couldn’t help but think of her wimpy husband,
sitting at some keyboard, while his fantasy was finally coming true. 
Molly watched dollar after dollar piled up on the floor and felt like
the worthless whore was, and a married one to boot.

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