The sweet sacredness of rape!

Angelica felt her heart beating loud and hard, ... her breathing quickening, her pelvic movements riding that spectacular male, feeling all his power invade her interior, ... the penis penetrating her with shameless violence and vigor, causing her to feel each of her veins leaping to the surface while her vagina, moist and dilated, contracted her big lips in a tightness that could be felt by the male under her like a small pinch in his member making him groan again, ... it was an indescribably exciting and pleasurable sensation that left that woman completely taken aback by that unexpected but deliciously eager passer-by. She wanted to be possessed by that attractive and sensual male, whose body looked more like such a sculpture in flesh and bone (and Greek!).
Angelica rested her hands on Valentine's broad chest, whose musculature contracted from time to time alternating breathing movements with a natural reaction of the male body to the delightful sight of her partner. She stroked her breasts, playing with the vast hairs that covered the upper part of that huge chest and used it as a lever to push her pelvic movements, sometimes intensifying them, sometimes making them slower and deeper, ... she knew that she had to do that to delay the partner's orgasm as much as possible, ... she didn't want him to enjoy that moment (or rather, she didn't want him to enjoy it! Never!), but she wanted to enjoy all the pleasure it could give her. In the end, the long wait for that moment ended in a soon-to-be-finished ejaculation.
Angelica looked at Valentine's face appreciating that image of a real man; the gray hair and the sparse beard denounced that he was not young, ... in fact, Valentine had already passed the age of fifty, but there was a discreet charm in his masculine features and stripped of excessive vain care. She could feel his hands running along his back, going back and forth from the buttocks to the neck and even being large hands were not rough, making one perceive a softness arising from an absence of activities that would have caused him callouses or had marks that could be felt at that moment of full sex without limits. Angelica felt rewarded in enjoying such a well-made body in a man who had already passed my age, but so that even an athletic vigor was preserved whose performance was rated with a maximum grade.
There was a moment when Angelica stopped moving, staring at her partner in the eyes and smiling at him, who in turn pushed his waist, projecting his instrument into her vagina and making her groan with desire and pleasure. She had lost count of how many orgasms Valentine had given her, and yet she expected more, much more, from that exultant body of desire and desire. But suddenly, Angelica was surprised by the agility of her partner, who with a lateral movement turned his body over her, taking control of the situation, while pushing his cock back into that hot, moist bowl. Valentim struck that vagina without any pity or pity with intense, vigorous movements, and made Angelica roll higher and higher, like a male rooster that needed to be satisfied by the repressed desire of many years.
Angelica enjoyed a few more times, feeling that her vagina was like a cascade of bodily fluids that flowed with each penetration of her partner who, in turn, gave no sign of fatigue or even that she was about to give in during that sex session that had not stopped since the first moment. She was exulting with so much excitement and so much pleasure provided by a man who had always been discreet and restrained, but who now, there at that moment, showed himself to be a male of uncontrollable excitement who only wanted to provide pleasure to his partner, pushing her in the direction of one orgasm after another. They seemed to have been conceived for each other in terms of the enormous excitement that was now revealed in a deliciously obscene way and that made them obscene with their genitalia as if the world around them existed and if the only thing they did at that moment was dilute their body heat.
Suddenly, Valentin stopped moving and got up from the floor where they were carrying the body of his partner with him. With abrupt and almost violent movements, he put Angelica back to him and without allowing any reaction on her part began to explore her anus with her fingers signaling that the inevitable was still to come. Angelica was frightened by the attitude of her male and initially, took his hand with her rehearsing a strategic retreat from the region, demonstrating a modesty out of time and place. For a moment she thought that her partner would yield to her denoting a typical gentlemanly behavior of him who would return to the consensual sex that until now had made them so close and so accomplished.
However, Valentim did not obey the request of his companion and with a rough and threatening movement took both her hands and when Angelica found herself she was handcuffed and defenseless before her male who now turned out to be an aggressive and violent rapist. <unk>Be quiet, you tramp! You liked the pica, isn't it, ... because it is, ... now you will feel it in this virgin ass, tearing this hot and soft little hole, ... and it's no use resisting, ... if you do it will be worse for you, you bitch! <unk> . Valentim's voice sounded full of desire mixed with the typical domination of the male who can do everything and will not be able to give up until he wants to. Angelica despaired and began to cry, begging her male not to do that.
<unk>No, ... please, ... the ass no! It will hurt, ... I know, ... I'm afraid, ... please spare me, ... I don't deserve this punishment, ... please!<unk>; Angelica's pleas were tearful and ashamed, ... she felt submissive to a man who until that moment had made her happy with so much pleasure, but who was now about to deflower her ass without any shame or fear. She cried, ... screamed, ... pleaded, ... however, it was no use, ... Valentim's fingers passed through her vagina just to get wet enough to follow towards the anus and penetrate it carefully, that was an exploration, but ... the pain was still to come.
Valentim pushed Angelica against the wall, gluing her face to the cold concrete, while his hands opened the space between her rolled and fleshy buttocks, pointing the hard roll and swollen head towards the untouched little ass. The first forward movement was brutal and merciless, forcing the entrance of the gland that had doubled in size and that as soon as she had completed her mission had made Angelica scream mad with the pain that seemed to tear her from the outside in. She thought for a moment that she would faint from such intense pain that it resembled a hot iron penetrating her bowels, and when Valentim, aware that the curing had been started, held her by the hips, she was sure that the inevitable would become a painful reality.
And before Angelica could take a deep breath and search for any remnants of strength and dignity to withstand the attack she was under, Valentim pulled her by the hips towards him; immediately, the huge pulsating roller completed its work, taking up all the space of that small hole that had previously been intact and virginal. Angelica gave a scream that sounded more like the howl of an animal being slaughtered by its predator, at the same time that she tried to back away, fleeing from that rattle that had made her a victim of her partner's brutal desires, but being prevented by the strength of Valentim whose hands clutched the flesh of her hips with such vigor that they made any reaction just another process of deep pain and humiliation.
When Valentin felt his balls brush the bottom between his anus and vagina, he gave a victorious smile, pressing his lips to Angelica's ear and whispering some words in a threatening and violent tone. "Look, you little slut! That ass was already there! ... from now on you're my little whore, ... mine and no one else's! ... not even that loose and stupid husband of yours has what I have now, ... your ass and your soul are mine forever! Do you understand? ... answer me, you slut!"
<unk>Yes, ... yes sir, ... I understood, ... I am yours because my ass was owned by you, ... <unk> - Angelica's voice was weak and with a tone not of defeat, but of submission, ... she was at the mercy of that man who, now, could do with her what he wanted, when he wanted, ... and how he wanted! Immediately, Valentin began long and calculated back and forth movements, making Angelica feel all the power of that huge member that with every movement hurt her even more, causing a pain that had no limits.
Angelica closed her eyes and begged for it to end soon, ... she wanted to get rid of that brute, she wanted him to finish what he had started, ... but, when she imagined that her torment would be long and painful, behold, the pain was gradually being replaced by a feeling of pleasure that at first seemed timid and incipient, reserving only a small memory of the orgasms she had felt moments before being penetrated into her vagina by her partner.
With every movement of Valentine, she felt the pain diminish in intensity, giving way to a sensation of pleasure much more sensitive than any other, ... it was as if her ass had become a vagina, warm, moist and cozy of the one that had once been her hard and stiff male. It was a pleasure that grew <unk> slowly, it is true <unk> but that brought with it an indescribable hardness that was reflected in all parts of her body, ... her nipples had become even more numb, becoming hard and even hurting a little, ... her belly seemed to contract as receiving that penetration inside him in an extremely welcoming and pleasant way, ... a wave of desire and pleasure invaded her bowels and every movement of penetration of her male partner with her made her feel dominated by a man ... but it was the most brutal form of domination over a woman, in the sense of being dominated by a man, in the most potent form of pleasure there was ever, in the sense of being dominated by a woman.
Once again, Angelica wished that this experience would never end, and that this huge dick would remain inside her forever, making her a slave to that instrument of domination and submission that, in the end, was the best thing in the world. Angelica wanted to be Valentine forever, ... forget her husband, marriage, social commitments and the obligations that society had imposed on her for so many years, ... she thought that if she had met that man a few years earlier, very likely her life would have taken a different course, and perhaps she would have felt like a woman for longer, leaving aside an incompetent, loose partner whose ability was limited only to licking her with a certain dexterity.
While thinking about this, Angelica took advantage of the moment, putting aside all modesty and acting like an experienced whore who knew very well how to conquer and subdue a man without him noticing. She stepped her hips allowing a deeper thrust of that invincible pike, letting herself be invaded more and more and retaliating with receptive movements in the opposite direction of Valentine, synchronizing her body with his, making that cadence something unique and unforgettable. Time and time again she rolled her buttocks forcing her partner to keep the penetration going, in the same direction that caused an almost slip of the roller out of her butt. And when this threatened to happen, the sphincter would slide against her, causing a bite from her mouth with teeth that caused a huge sensation of pleasure in her partner.
Angelica felt in a state of ecstasy, realizing that this role was at once dominating and dominated, subjecting her to its impulses, but also being subjected to the desires of a female in heat. She and Valentim were a single being who mingled in their bodily fluids, their caudal sweats, and their skins electrified by an intense and endless passion. She laughed when her partner gave vigorous slaps on her buttocks, more resembling the jockey who, mounted on his racehorse, applied blows to her to feel the power of the female who was under his absolute control. She asked for more, ... asked him not to stop the movements, ... asked him to keep calling her buttocks, ... to keep calling her a little whore, ... or better, his little whore!
Valentim was very fond of those pleas filled with excitement and did not give in for a moment, even taking the opportunity to bring one of his hands closer to Angelica's vagina by playing with her swollen and pulsating clitoris, squeezing it between her fingers and feeling her warm and slightly milky moisture, gestures that made Angelica groan with excitement, imploring him not to stop what she was doing; she needed that pin in her thigh and those dexterous fingers in her vagina, ... that made her full and complete, ... never had a male possessed her in such a way: vigorously, and delightfully brutally without excesses, ... she had really become Valentim's little whore, and whenever he wanted she would be ready and available to his most obscure and unconstrained desires ... finally, Angelica had become a woman, desired and able to give pleasure with the same intensity and desire.
After so many moves, so many clothes, Valentim <unk> for the first time, it is true <unk> gave signs of fatigue and that that sexual idyll was near its end. He poked that anus a few more times, bringing a new orgasm to his partner who seemed to vibrate with so much pleasure flowing through his whole body, only to confess to him shortly after with a weak and defeated voice: <unk>Ah! Hot pussy, ... I can't hold it anymore, ... I'm going to have fun inside your ass!<unk> Valentim's words sealed the fate of that moment: the male poked one last time, deeply and vigorously, until, holding the rolled buttocks of his partner, he screamed with extreme violence. Angelica felt her roar as she began to ejaculate, throwing voluminous jets and urges inside her male walls and slowly invading with that enormous volume of his inner being, which she did not realize with the same amount of pleasure as her own.
Valentim clung to his partner's sweaty back and felt her legs panting, ... that effort had been something beyond any possibility he could have imagined, ... and it was at that moment that he understood the true meaning of the word "extended", ... for that was how he felt; full of satisfaction, but completely empty of energy. Little by little, he and his partner were yielding to the call of their tired bodies and bending their legs almost at the same time as they collapsed on the cold but sufficiently cozy ground for that situation. And it did not take long for them to worship me even, worn out, exhausted, but with an indescribable satisfaction in their souls and in their soft, placid pleasures.
The Epilogue
When she finally came to her senses, Angelica was in despair ..., it was late and everything could be lost if she got home after her husband, Antenor, was already there, ... She could not conceive that this would happen! It would be a real tragedy. She took her clothes that were scattered on the floor and began to dress herself in the best way possible in that situation. When she approached the exit door, she stopped for a moment looking at the naked body of Valentim that was still under the effects of that sex session <unk> unexpected but anxious<unk>, ... She stared at that carved body that in nothing revealed the true age of its owner, and for an instant one day wished that it would never end and that she could stay with it for all eternity. But the image of Antenor came to her mind as a red alert that she needed to leave as soon as possible.
Angelica's bare feet ached with every step she took in her mad dash towards her house, ... but the urgency of the occasion and the gravity of the situation forced her to ignore any pain or any mishap that lay ahead; her husband's rough, drinking-aged face never left her mind, operating as a motivating element that demanded that she overcome her own limits. And Angelica could hardly believe it when, finally, she had put her feet inside the living room of her house, finding that Antenor had not yet arrived. She ran to the bedroom, getting rid of those clothes that denounced what had happened to her, and Valentim, a few hours before and without time for a bath, sprayed a few drops of perfume on her body, trying somehow to conceal the sex that she felt everyone exhaled by.
She returned to the living room, headed for the kitchen, and tried to resume her usual routine of preparing dinner for her husband. She cooked something simple and easy, and after serving the table, sat down in the living room and turned on the television, pretending to be attentive to the program that was on, but aware that her mind was completely occupied by the sweet memories of the afternoon with Valentine and the delightful experience of feeling like a woman by a manly and vigorous man.
The door was thrown open with a peculiar noise and Angelica got up facing Antenor who was coming home from work with that characteristic smell of someone who had taken a few talgadas right after the toil to forget the sweetness of a miserable and hopeless life. They only glanced at each other and even after the smile of his wife, Antenor shrugged his shoulders and walked half wobbly towards the kitchen, sitting at the table and waiting for his wife to come to serve him as usual. Angelica sighed discouraged and after consoling herself with what fate had reserved for her went to the kitchen to serve her husband.
They dined in silence (as always, for Antenor was a man of few words and almost no action), and after a cup of coffee that Angelica usually served in order to eliminate the undesirable effects of alcohol, Antenor refreshed herself on the living room sofa in front of the television going to wander through the channels without paying special attention to any of them and soon falling asleep in a heavy and irreversible sleep. Angelica leaned against the kitchen doorbell looking at that depressing scene: a man aged by time and drink, unable to cope with his weaknesses and limitations, ... <unk> foolish frog! <unk>, she thought, feeling an immense urge to gargle, remembering the expression used by Valentim that same afternoon. With slow and careful steps she walked up to the sofa and then carefully took the control of the TV from Antenor's hands, soon disconnecting it.
She went to the bedroom and after taking a comforting bath, taking care of her violated anus with great affection, she put on a T-shirt and went to bed without worrying about her husband who, at some point in the early morning would come to bed looking for a more pleasant place to rest his body and his daily sorrows. Angelica fell asleep thinking about Valentine's caresses and even when her cousin gave news about what had really happened that afternoon, she relaxed imagining that this was a pain worth having, ... a pain that had rewarded her with orgasms that she had never had and with sensations that she had never experienced, ... Even with the memory of the pain, once again, scratching her rectum, Angelica was sure that everything had been worth it! And that if she would do it all again, she would fall asleep again. She adored it heavily with the male image of her power.
However, she was abruptly awakened in the middle of the morning by Antenor's rough hands scouring her body like an animal in heat that barely knew what to do. He nibbled her nipples with one hand, (something Angelica simply detested!) while the other tried to explore her vagina with an absolutely undesirable haste, forcing Angelica to tighten her legs preventing that invasion out of time and place. Antenor grunted something that Angelica preferred not to understand and with a push of her hips tried to drive away her sleep-deprived husband who, even tormented by the out-of-time desire, walked away from her by turning to the other side of the bed, passing it by snoring heavily.
"I'm going to church, doing community work" - that was the answer Antenor heard when he asked Angelica what she was going to do during the day. And even wondering the immediate and unhesitating answer, he shrugged, disappearing door-to-door towards another day of work, drinking and dissatisfaction, ... "Freak!" Angelica thought as she got rid of household chores and ran to the room changing clothes to go to church.
The morning and part of the afternoon passed in expected normalcy with Angelica tending to the community affairs along with other women who devoted their free time to the needy of the parish and allowing her to forget - even if only for a brief moment - the shitty little life she had with her husband, and being rewarded, from time to time, with some sweet memory of the previous day.
Immediately, Angelica left what she was doing and ran there kneeling in front of the screen speaker. Her heart beat faster when the small doorway opened and the priest's voice made itself heard with the usual placidity: "I have blessed you, my daughter, ... How long has it been since you went to confession?" Angelica took a deep breath and began to speak slowly: "I have not gone to confession since last week, Father, ... forgive me Lord, but I have sinned, ... " Angelica took another breath and proceeded to narrate everything that had happened the previous afternoon. Each word was carefully listened to by the priest who, once again, paused in a restrained way, taking a deep and controlled breath. And when he had finished, he gave her a blessing once again and assured her of mortal penance, making it possible for him to go to confession as often as possible and not to commit that sin again.
Angelica thanked and withdrew from the confessional, returning to the parish activities that awaited her as usual.
At the end of the afternoon, when all were preparing to return to their homes, the parish priest came to them to thank them for their efforts and dedication to their work on behalf of the most needy. And when it was Angelica's turn the priest took her hands between his, saying how grateful he was for such a young woman to devote so much time to work on behalf of the Catholic mission. Angelica, who until then had her eyes fixed on the ground, raised her face and stared at that simply beautiful man. She drew a restrained smile, responding to the gratitude: <unk> I am eternally grateful to you, Father Valentim<unk> ...
Walking towards the side exit of the church, Angelica ventured a glance over her shoulders, realizing that the priest had his eyes fixed on her, eyes full of greed and desire, ... macho eyes and not of a priest. She smiled discreetly and thought that very soon that man would provide her with another afternoon of hard-on and many, ... many delicious orgasms.