Take Me Roughly

I didn't bother with a morning shower. I wanted to smell a little sweaty and it had obviously been a very moist night as the panties I slept in felt slick on the outside....so I kept them on. I decided on a pair of tights. No need for them of course, but Miss Brain was running the show, obviously. Next a strapless dress (from the laundry hamper, so that smelled sweaty too, and I was ready.  I knew where I wanted to masturbate....that would be in our orchard as far from the house as possible. Way out of sight, and way out of earshot too. Before I left my bedroom, I took a candle from the nightstand. No one was up and about....the whole family seem to have been sleeping in as the lockdown has progressed until it's rare for anyone except me to be up before 11:00 am.  I felt dirty. Physically dirty, sexually dirty. Even though I hadn't settled on a fantasy yet, my brain gave me a pat on the back. As I walked I could smell my sweaty armpits, and a couple of times, I touched myself under my dress and smelled me on my fingers. Pussy....oh yes, abundant pussy....and that special sweat between a girl's thighs, and, since I had worn these panties for a whole day and night, the very faint but (I find) highly erotic trace scent of pee.  By the time I got to the orchard I was sweating again. Fuck but it's hot today! I walked to the end of the orchard where the largest, oldest apple tree is and I slammed my back hard against it. I wanted to feel the roughness. I closed my eyes, and my brain took over.  I imagined being slapped hard across the face (and to add realism, I slapped myself). "You fucking teasing little bitch! Now you're gone get what's coming."  "No. Please don't....I'm sorry...I didn't mean..." "Shut up! You fucking prick teasers are all the same. Wearing next to nothing, but screaming if anyone touches you. Well, you've gone too fucking far this time." He tugs my dress down and my boobs pop out. The roughness of the apple tree bark is scratching my back. There is a trickle. Has it drawn blood?  "Open your fucking legs...bitch." I feel a rough hand being shoved between my legs.  "Tights? You think they're gonna save your precious fucking cherry?" "I....no...please....I didn't mean...." A rip as my tights are torn from crotch to waist. I feel cool air when they have torn over my bum. I also feel fingers scrabbling at my panties.  "Look at you! Little Miss No, and yet your fucking soaked. You dirty littl cunt." He pulls my underwear aside and I feel his fingers on my vagina. Despite myself, despite the fact he is assaulting me, my body responds. He doesn't try to penetrate me with his finger, though, and I know he is saving my virginity for his dick.  He pulls my right leg up onto the stump of a long chopped down tree and I feel him fumbling with his clothing. Then I feel it, (the candle) his dick. My underwear has slipped back covering me but that does bother him. He gropes around and pulls it aside and then......a sharp, searing pain as he thrusts inside me.  A pain which rapidly mutates into almost unspeakable pleasure. I give a small jump and hook my legs over his hips, my arms tight around his neck. He slams me against the tree with increasing urgency. This time it's me who breaks the silence.  "Fuck me. Fuck me you bastard." "Fucking slut." "Yes, I'm you're slut! Now, fill me up.....I want you to do it in me." "Ohh..your cunt is so tight." "Yes, my virgin cunt. Never had a cock in it before, never had semen in it before...now it wants both." You fuck me savagely. The pain in my back is bringing me close to orgasm...oh...so fucking close.  I feel, or sense a slight change in your rhythm....you're close, but you're thinking about whether you should cum in me. I take the choice away from you. "Oh....I'm....I'm.....I think I'm gonna cum...." It's all you need and I feel you burst inside me. The contractions of my cunt milk every last drop from your dick.  As we finish, I drop to my knees and take your cock into my mouth, sucking hard and swallowing the last few drops of your cum. You turn, and stride away, leaving me on my knees with my dress pulled down over my boobs, my ruined tights, and my cum soaked panties.  As you disappear from sight, a slow smile spreads across my face. What WOULD your wife say?