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Part one of two. Mrs Jessica Sexxxton was a demure, sexy widow who had raised her only grandson by herself. He was now a young man, and Mrs Sexxxton was more proud of him than ever. She thought he was bright, caring, and incapable of doing any wrong. Thus she was deeply shocked when a Mr Joe Hardick phoned up to complain that her grandson had been harassing his daughter - constantly making unwanted advances and lewd comments towards her. Mrs Sexxxton could not believe her ears. She refused Mr Hardick's request to take her grandson to task for his alleged behavior, and instead responded accused his daughter of being a lying slut. This infuriated Mr Hardick. Nobody could speak that way about his darling daughter and expect to get away with it. He swore at Mrs Sexxxton, hung up, and immediately started planning a way make her sorry for what she had said. Sometime later, Mrs Sexxxton was in her bedroom, getting ready for an afternoon XXXX. She took of her spectacles, sat on the edge of her bed, removed her shoes, and rubbed her aching feet. Although she had found her call with Mr Hardick to be very unpleasant, she had since put it out of her mind. Little did she know that this same man was actually sneaking into her house at that very moment. He came in through an unlocked door downstairs, and he was wearing a mask and coveralls to conceal his identity. As he moved, he cursed Mrs Sexxxton under his breath. He was coming for her - to show her who the real slut was, and to let her know how it felt to be the victim of unwanted advances. Presently, having ascended a stairwell and prowled down a hall, he came to the door of Mrs Sexxxton's room. The widow had her back to him, and was still absorbed in her foot massage. Mr Hardick stood for a second appreciating the sight of her in a pretty polka-dot housedress. Then, in a sudden, silent burst of movement, he closed in and grabbed her from behind - clamping a hand over her mouth. At the same time he wrapped an arm around her torso to keep her from getting away. Mrs Sexxxton's alarm was total. But she was able only to make a feeble, muffled moan instead of a full-lunged scream. Her attempts to struggle free were equally as futile. Mr Hardick had her helpless in his strong, determined clutches. Disguising his voice, he growled at her to shut up and quit resisting - unless she wanted a sXXXXped neck. Mrs Sexxxton cowered obediently at his words. When Mr Hardick took his hand from her mouth, she could barely speak for fear. Yet she managed at last to ask who he was and what he wanted. Mr Hardick's response was simple, and full of sinister glee. "I want you," he said. Mrs Sexxxton instantly knew what he meant. She cried out "No!", and frantically twisted away in hopes of making an escape. But Mr Hardick stopped her with ease. Pinning her face-down on her bed, he lifted her dress to expose her thighs and her butt. All she had on was some pantyhose. Mr Hardick got his fingers into the weak material and ripped it to shreds in one brutal move. Her pussy now laid bare, Mrs Sexxxton's whimpers and gasps intensified. Realizing that Mr Hardick could not be stopped, she told him to go ahead and do whatever he wanted with her - provided he was gentle. Mr Hardick did not consider the matter open to negotiation. He hauled Mrs Sexxxton up on to her knees, enjoyed a moment of fondling and mauling her from behind, then gagged her mouth with a strip of cloth. From that point on, the widow's violation began in earnest. Mr Hardick pushed her on to her back, parted her legs, and played with her pussy - fucking his fingers deep into it, stroking the lips, frigging the clit. Mrs Sexxxton writhed and whined throughout. She was undergoing the most traumatic and degrading experience of her life. Yet, at the same time, her body reacted positively to Mr Hardick's touch. Her juicing pussy filled her with infinite shame. In time, Mr Hardick produced some cord that he had brought along. He XXXX Mrs Sexxxton to lie in a cross position, then tied her wrists to the bedposts. Spread-eagled, hopelessly restrained, she had to enjoy a new level of maltreatment. Mr Hardick shoved her dress and her bra up to her shoulders, revealing her pert, long-nippled tits. He squeezed, pulled, tweaked and slapped them, and Mrs Sexxxton responded by shaking her head, groaning and wincing. Mr Hardick then returned his attentions to her defenseless pussy. He stabbed his fingers into it and fucked it faster, deeper and harder than before. Mrs Sexxxton moaned and twitched her legs with an involuntary horniness. She got more of the same when Mr Hardick lifted her up into the doggy position and accessed her pussy from behind. Occasionally he threw in a few butt slaps to keep her on her toes. They were stingers that caused Mrs Sexxxton to yelp, and left her both cheeks a healthy shade of red. After that, Mr Hardick removed his boiler suit and climbed naked onto the bed. He held his big cock in front of Mrs Sexxxton's face, pulled her gag away, and demanded she suck him off. Mrs Sexxxton had no way out of her fix. Reluctantly, she took Mr Hardick's man-meat into her mouth, and started fucking her lips up and down its length as best she could. For a frigid, coerced, long-time widow, she did a fine job of pleasing her captor. Nevertheless, Mr Hardick had to guide her once in a while - gripping her hair and pulling on the back of her head so that she was compelled to deep-throat him.