Lilly

WARNING!! Creampie and suggested male on male sexual activity in this story. So if you don't like that kind of action then don't read this story.

Dominate man takes control of his friend's wife.

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XXX Lilly Chapter 1

Point of view Lilly Williams wife

I'm not a movie star, and I'm certainly not a super model. I'm too short. I look like someone took a shrink ray to a five ten super model and shrunk her down to five two, only I have tits and most models don't. There not huge, but on my tiny frame they are a major feature in the terrain. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm beautiful because I'm not. In fact I'm rather plain. My mousey brown hair doesn't seem to respond to conditioners and looks more like a fire hazard than anything else. I have a slight overbite and there's a gap in my front teeth like Michael Strahan. Still, at twenty three I am a pretty hot package.

What sets me apart from the pack is good genes. I have a killer body that my husband say's is made for making love, which as it turns out, seems to have been a prophecy of sorts. Not however for making love, but for fucking, because through no fault of my own I'm getting fucked almost every day and from more than one man, sometimes more than one man at a time. Perhaps I had better explain.

My husband has several friends that he hangs with. They bowl together. They play golf and tennis together. They go to football, baseball games and have a weekly poker game that rotates between their houses. At least it did.

I have met Bill's friends and I like them all... except one, Buddy James. They say beware of men with two first names. Well in this case the warning applies.

Buddy, most everyone calls him Bud, is a lying, domineering, crass, rude, crude and insensitive asshole and those are his good qualities, qualities that he actually seems to be proud of. The minute I met him I have had only disgust for him (he had his hand in his pants adjusting his penis). That in its self was not a so much of a problem. He was at our back yard Bar-B-Que and the neighbor's daughter was standing right in front of him watching him manipulate his dick inside his pants. At one point he unzipped his fly, I guess to facilitate proper placement. Later I found out he never wears underwear.

My husband defends him, saying Bud is an acquired taste, like scotch. I hate scotch and I hate Buddy James.

Whenever Bud does something that embarrasses me or pisses me off I plead with my husband to quit inviting him to our home. I can deal with the asshole out in the world, mostly because our paths rarely cross. Bill makes excuses for the shit head even when I tell him of the sexual advances Buddy makes toward me and the inappropriate touching. Bill passes it off as too much alcohol.

"Lilly, Bud just had too many Bud's that's all." My loving husband would say to me.

Which is bullshit; Buddy has goosed me when he was stone cold sober.

My husband is a handsome man. Very athletic and muscular, his sexual equipment is above average in length as well as thickness.

Buddy on the other hand is kind of blocky and has a beer gut resembling a woman in her seventh month of pregnancy. Several times he has been in our pool. The man is so hairy that I fear he is going to clog the pool drain. He always looks as though he shaved...three days ago. His hair is never brushed and his bathing habits are questionable. Despite his gut Buddy is a strong man. His arms are bigger than my thighs, quite a lot bigger.

In addition to all these negative traits there is something intangible. Something that makes me fear the man and I finally figured out what it is...only I found out too late. What is it I found out you ask? What is it that made me fear the bastard, what is it that makes me feel vulnerable when he's near me? I told you it wasn't my fault. I just happen to be made that way. To my dismay I am sexually submissive.

I had no idea. Well, I guess that's not entirely true... I had fantasies...Fantasies that suggested my submissive tendencies, but I never acted on any of them. I told myself that all girls had these types of fantasies when going through puberty. The problem was even after I was married and had a family, I still kept having the same daydreams. Thoughts of being forced to sexually preform. To be coerced into fucking men against my will. Not just one but many. Gang bangs, rapes and other depraved acts that I am ashamed to even speak of. Yes Buddy scared the shit out of me and for good reason. He is dominant.

I suppose one of the reasons I never acted on these thoughts is that I segregated myself from dominant men like Buddy. I must have subconsciously feared I might act out. So when I found myself alone in my house with Buddy James my life as I knew it changed.

It was a Friday morning, Bill called me from work.

His picture came up on my IPhone.

"Hi sweetie." I answered.

"Hi honey." My husband cheerfully greeted me."

I teased "You couldn't help calling me because you missed me, right?

"Right," Bill laughed. "Actually I told Bud he could borrow my belt sander. It's in the garage on the top shelf in front of your car."

"Buddy's coming over here... alone?"

"I don't know. I suppose he will be alone. I didn't ask, why?

"Oh, no reason, I would just prefer you be here if Buddy is here."

"Lilly, relax. He's just picking up a sander. I got to go honey. Bye."

My legs were shaking I was still in my sleep shirt, which is the only thing I wear in bed. I turned to go and change into jeans when the doorbell rang. I jumped almost a foot off the ground.

I yelled. "Just a minute."

I ran to our bedroom and grabbed the jeans I wore yesterday out of the hamper. I tucked in the sleep shirt and zipped them up, not bothering to button them, then I ran to the front door.

As soon as I opened the door it started.

"Oooh, tight jeans and no bra. Me like." Bud said cave man style and laughed deep from his enlarged belly.

I pretended he hadn't said anything. "Hi Bud . Bill called about the sander. It's in the garage. You go around and I'll open the garage door."

Bud stepped into the house. "That's ok I'll just follow you through the connecting door. After you." He instructed. "That way I will have a great view of that tight ass of yours."

I blushed at his embarrassing remark and led the way to the garage. Why would I blush at a demeaning statement like that from such a horrible man like Buddy James?

I walked up and stood below the shelf that the sander was on and pointed. "It's up there."

Bud glanced at the sander than back at my wobbling breasts.

He smiled at me. He bent at the waist shoved his left hand between my thighs from the rear and picked me up bodily high enough that I could reach the sander. My insides dampened from the unexpected hand forcing the seam of my pants up into my pussy.

I screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"I'm picking you up so you can get the sander."

"LET ME DOWN."

"After you get the sander. The longer you fuck around the longer my hand stays on your cunt."

I sputtered, but had no retort. I felt the crotch of my jeans getting wet. I couldn't believe my vagina was betraying me.

I turned for the sander when I felt my zipper sliding down.

"Buddy stuck his meaty paw inside my pants."

"BUDDY!"

"No panties. Me like that too."

"Put me down."

"You got the sander?" He said digging around inside my pants. Pulling on my pubic hair rather roughly.

I grabbed the sander and practically shoved it into his face. "Here."

"Put it on the bench when I let you down."

"When my feet hit the floor, Bud grabbed my jeans and pulled them to the floor and stepped on the crotch. Then he grabbed me around the waist, picked me up out of them and kicked them out of the way. A thin trickle of liquid ran down my leg.

I was stunned and I was still holding the sander. He took it from me and placed it on the work bench. Then he snatched my sleep shirt from my body and tossed in the direction of my jeans. I was naked in front of a man who I knew was going to rape me and somehow I was excited by the thought.

My mouth was moving, but no sound came out of it.

Bud spun me around facing him, lifted me on top of the hood of my import, pushed my legs apart and shoved his dick into my sopping wet pussy. I hadn't realized he had unzipped himself. If he was larger than Billy it wasn't by much. It wasn't the size that was pushing me to my orgasm, it was the way he was fucking me. I was just a cunt to deposit sperm into, nothing more. There was nothing nice, or caring, or even civil about the manner in which he pounded his cock into me. It was rape pure and simple, my pussy loved it.

I groaned and a liquid geyser spurted from between my legs and wet Buddy's shirt and pants. Buddy slapped my left tit with his right hand. I yelped, not so much because of the pain, but because it surprised me. I could feel the hood of the car as my back bone created knobs of pain against the cold steel. My car was punishing me for enjoying the cock violating my body. My rapist kept pounding into me and slapping my tits randomly, first with his right then with his left hand. The slaps hurt more and more as each reddened the sides of my breasts, the abuse added to the excitement of the situation.

I thought. 'What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm being attacked and I am more excited than I have ever been. I'm fucking back on this troll's cock as hard as he is jamming it into me". At that moment, I came as these thoughts flashed through my mind.

I came again and again, my mind and body was on fire with lust then the bastard grunted, slammed into me and froze there filling my pussy with his cum. We shuddered together and slowly he backed out of me and our combined fluids cascaded down to the hood of my car and pooled on the concrete floor of the garage. The sperm on the hood of my car acted like a Slip & Slide and when my butt cheeks became coated by our sex soup. I literally shot off my car and was barely able to keep my feet under me as I stumbled into the work bench.

I was ashamed that I had enjoyed the sex. I didn't want to cheat on my husband, I love him. I just wasn't able to resist being turned on by the sexual demands of this dominant man.

"Pick up your clothes slut." Bud told me as his cock dripped adding to the mess on the floor.

I was still in a stupor, so I staggered over to my clothing and picked them up. Buddy's half-hard cock was still sticking from his fly, he had the sander in his left hand and was holding the connecting door into the house open for me.

'Such a gentleman' my mind said sarcastically.

When we got into the hall way Buddy said. "Stay there." Indicating the spot where I was standing. Then he turned and went out of the front door and closed it.

I could feel his cum running down my leg and pudding on the hard wood floor. My mind was mostly blank as I stood there. I thought about wiping his sperm from my pussy with my sleep shirt, but he hadn't told me to do anything but stand there.

This train of thought led me to, who cares if he told me or not. Which led me to, he's outside stupid. Lock the door before he comes back in! Which led to, but he told me to stand here.

My right foot started to move and the front door opened. Bud was standing there grinning, his dick still hanging out for all to see.

Bud said. "Good slut." Saying it like he was praising a dog, somehow I was pleased and wanted to wag my tail.

My mind screamed. 'You stupid bitch, you could have locked the door!'

"Good thing you stayed there because I was prepared to punish you if you had moved or locked the door. Not that it would have done you any good. I have a key... and don't even think about changing the locks."

He kicked off his shoes and started taking his clothes off. I began to shake again, but I stayed where I was. As Bud undressed I realized he had no underwear beneath his pants. He took out his keys, cell phone, wallet and change and put them on the foyer table. Then he wadded up his clothes and walked toward me. When he got about five feet away he threw the clothes in my face and said.

"Wash the cunt juice out of these and you had better clean up that shit on the floor with your shirt before I make you lick it up. I quickly bent down and wiped our cum up with my sleep shirt, and then stuck it between my thighs to stem the flow of juice running out of me.

Buddy followed me into the laundry room and leered at me while I started the load of clothes.

"God you're a hot cunt Lilly. I've wanted to fuck you ever since Billy introduced us. Now you're going to give that pussy up whenever the mood strikes me."

"You must be out of your mind you God dammed asshole. Who the fuck do.."

SHUT YOUR GOD DAMMED MOUTH! He screamed at me.

I was in the middle of my tirade, bent down loading the washer when I stood and turned to face Bud. His words were like a slap in the face, startled I stumbled and fell sitting into the laundry basket, my legs spread. He laughed.

I was stunned for the second time that day as I looked up, opened mouth at the naked hairy bastard.

"Don't you ever talk to me that way or you will truly regret it. Now finish in here and bring me a beer cunt." Then he turned and stomped from the room.

I did as I was told and found him in the living room clicking through the TV channels. I handed him the beer he had demanded. Buddy grabbed my hand and pulled me between his legs. I went with the tug, I knew what he wanted and I didn't resist and knelt between his legs.

"Ok slut, suck my dick and I am going to tell you how it's going to be."

I sucked his limp cock into my mouth. It had a mixture of our juices partially dried on it but I licked it all off and began bobbing my head on his dick.

"Look at me slut."

I looked up over his bulging hairy belly and found his gleaming eyes. They were hard and unforgiving and my body liked that. I kept bobbing my head.

Your Billy's wife, but now you're my slut. You're going to fuck and suck me whenever I call, you're going to get fucked a lot, and not just by me either. You'll fuck who ever I tell you and do whatever you're told. You understand what I'm saying?"

I nodded and removed his cock and calmly asked. "What are you going to do when Billy finds out?"

"I ain't telling him, but you can if you want to, even if he finds out I'm not worried about your lame assed husband."

"He could kick your ass."

Bud shrugged. "He could, but he won't."

"If he finds I am fucking around on him he will leave me."

"Not my problem. I couldn't care less if he leaves my slut or not... I take that back. I do care if he dumps your ass or not, because if he leaves then there's more time I'll have to get more dick in your holes. All of them. Now get back to sucking my cock slut.

He just told me he was planning on fucking my ass as well as my cunt and mouth. I think he was trying to upset me, but it didn't happen, his demands were only turning me on more. My husband had used my butt hole a few times, but Billy decided he liked my pussy better, so we don't do it very often. I was ok with ass fucking more, in fact I liked it allot. It was a good change of pace and I got really excited by letting him drive his fat cock up my asshole. Billy was always a gentle lover. Then I thought, Bud has no such inclinations. He might decide to hurt me just for the fuck of it.

I amazed myself, with that thought I had surrendered. I seem to have accepted Buddy James premise of what my life was going to be, at least for the time being, so I began to blow his cock in earnest. If I was going to be his slut I was going to be the best slut I could be, even though I hated the bastard.

I was worried about Billy discovering that I was getting fucked by Buddy and who knows who else. I loved Billy very much and I didn't want to hurt him and neither did I want to lose him. On one hand I thought I would try to keep it a secret from him, but I knew that sooner or later he would find out. Then I thought it would be best to tell him as soon as he comes home, but I was afraid. I thought I knew who Billy was, he hardly ever got really upset, but I didn't know if he just might go and do something stupid and end up in jail. I had no idea what I was going to do.

Bud picked up my cell phone that happened to be on the end table and dialed a number.

"Hey, whatcha you doing?" Buddy asked into the phone.

(Bud listening to answer)

Get over to Billy's right away.

(Listening)

"You'll see when you get here jerkwad. Stop and pick up Frank on the way." And then he hung up.

Frank was one of Billy's friends and when Bud set the phone down I saw that he had called Allen whose number was listed in my phone. He was another of my husband's friends.

I looked at his beady eyes and took the cock from my mouth. "You're going to let them fuck me aren't you?" and my traitorous cunt flooded.

He grinned. "Share the wealth, that's my motto. Now don't take your mouth off of that cock unless you are licking my balls."

Which I immediately did. It was weird, his balls and his dick were the only things on his body that weren't covered in hair, that and the top of his head. I got his nuts soaked with my saliva and blew on them and I watched his sack draw up tight and his dick jumped.

"Damm woman. That was hot. Do that again."

I got his nut sack all wet again and blew cool air on them and his dick jumped again and his balls almost disappeared into his body. Then I attacked his dick with my mouth. Sucking hard, running my tongue on the bottom of his cock and bobbing my head so fast I could I could have been mistaken for a wood pecker. Then I snickered at my own joke. Get it? Bud had wood and I had his pecker in my mouth. ... Oh well I guess you have to have a cock buried in your face to appreciate it.

Buddy groaned and his ass came off of the couch and he filled my mouth with his sperm. I was surprised that there was as much as there was because; between the puddle in the hallway and the one in the garage I had estimated it at around a quarter of a cup. Anyway I swallowed it down easily and kept nursing on his dick until if and when he decided that I should take it out of my mouth, which he never did, instead he put his foot on my left breast and shoved.

I landed on my back on the carpet my leg's spread wide, my cunt open.

Buddy smiled down at me and said. "You know that has to go."

At first I didn't understand what he was talking about. Then it registered and I reached down and ran my fingers through my pubic hair.

"I was just trying to decide if I should let the guys shave it or send you to get cleaned up before they get here."

I almost spoke, but I realized that he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to himself, he would never ask what I wanted, he would do what he wanted and I would live with the repercussions.

"Go take a shower and wash out that nasty cunt."

"Should I shave?"

"Did I tell you to shave?"

"No."

"Then why are you wasting time asking stupid questions you dumb assed cunt. Now go!"

I scampered up and ran to the bath room took a quick shower and flushed my pussy out with our pulsing shower wand. I almost made myself cum, but I thought better of it. I dried my hair and brushed it. Then I returned to the living room totally naked. I could hear voices, but I wasn't sure if it was the TV or if Billy's friends had arrived.

When I walked around the corner I saw the TV was off.

"Holey shit." Frank exclaimed.

Allen said nothing, but his mouth wouldn't close.

I walked into the middle of the room and stood there waiting. Waiting to see what was going to happen to me next. My knees were trembling with excitement. My cunt juiced up at the thought that I had no control what so ever as to what was going to happen to my body in the next few hours.