Trish felt smothered. Her back was pressed so hard against the window that she feared any struggle might shatter the glass itself. She could feel Mike's massive cock shoving against her belly as if he were pressing a piece of iron pipe between them. The monster prick throbbed and quivered like a python seeking its prey.
"No!" she screamed, finally managing to pull her mouth free and trying at the same time to loosen his steel grip on her wrists. "You can't… you can't do this!"
Mike's icy smile remained, and his voice was just as cold as his stare.
"The hell I can't, you fucking little bitch slut," he growled, then he crushed her mouth again with his own hungry lips.
Trish's mind whirled with her vain frenzy to escape his grappling hold, but his long, pointed tongue reamed and sucked deep into her mouth. No, she thought, this is impossible. I can't be standing here while my husband's brother molests me. But even more earth shaking for the young woman was the way her own body was reacting to his attack. Even she was aware that the strength in her arms had diminished. Now the only were capable of resisting faintly, and even then only in brief, sporadic flutters that he easily managed to contain with the vise-like grip of one huge hand. Her guts were in a turmoil of lust, and she felt her cunt begin to quiver and drip in anticipation of being fucked by his cock. For an instant, she nearly surrendered to his attack, but fear sent a sudden surge of strength through her.
In one quick motion, Trish managed to lurch sideways out of his grip. The movement freed one of her hands, and as she jerked away she simultaneously slapped at his leering face with all her strength. She had not meant to claw him the way she did, but, two narrow welts on his cheek immediately began oozing blood. Her animalistic reaction died as quickly as it had begun, and she regretted scratching him.
"Fuck you, you Goddamned bitch!" Mike snarled, and then he struck her so hard that she dropped to the floor with her head ringing and her jaw aching. He reached down and hit her again, and she fell over onto her back.
Trish knew then that this was no simple matter of mild abuse. Crushed beneath Mike's body, she sensed instinctively the hideous power of his hard-muscled body. No matter what he might decide to do to her, she knew that she was totally helpless to disobey his will.
With all that remained of her waning strength, Trish tried to slap him again, but Mike easily caught and held her flailing hand.
"You wait till Dave hears about this, you fucking slit!" she screamed at him. "Dave'll kick your ass for you!"
"Could be right," Mike grinned down into her infuriated face. "But he'll still wonder if you egged me on a little bit. And every time he shoves his cock into your hungry cunt, he'll have to wonder whether or not you hunched and grunted and begged for more of my big old juicy prick."
This time, Trish really did spit at him. The gob of spit clung to the side of his cheek.
"You really think you're hot shit, don't you?" she asked, her jaw still aching from his blows.
"Well, I ant pretty hot shit, bitch," he whispered. "But you're gonna find that out for yourself in a minute." Leaning forward, Mike suddenly thrust his hips forward.
Trish started to scream, but before the sound could escape her lips, Mike had fucked his cock into her mouth. The taste was different than Dave's, more of the animal. Hot, red prickmeat. Deeper and deeper into her mouth the cockhead burrowed, sinking until it had actually lodged in her throat. Mike's cock hairs were a thick brush scratching and tickling at her nose. Not only was it impossible for her to say anything, but Trish found it hard to even grunt out her anger.
"Oh yeah… just like that, you cocksucker!" Mike said, pushing the full weight of his body against her face. "Suck it all the way down into that sweet cum-loving mouth. Eat my cock all the way down, just the same as you do my dear brother's. And then I have another treat for you. As soon as I fill your mouth full of my jizz, I'm gonna fill up your shit hole, too!"
Trish managed to free her hands and tried to claw Mike's hunching hips. But as her nails dug deeper, she realized that this only served to make him fuck her mouth that much harder. Up and down, he fucked his throbbing cock in and out of her throat. The uncircumcised red knob of his fucker burned and seared its way into her gullet, and already she thought she could taste the salty flavor of his pre-cum.
"Come on, you cum-sucking whore," Mike grunted, hunching his body up and down at an ever-increasing pace. "Suck my cock in all the way. Oh fuck! Your mouth's even better than a virgin cunt."
Trish's mind churned, it still seemed impossible to the young woman that she was actually lying there while her brother-in-law fucked her face with his monstrous cock. The prick fucked in and out of her throat, trailing an odor and taste of jism.
Just an hour before, Trish had watched this same man's prick fucking in and out of his stepdaughter's cunt, ramming her little pussy I full of his scalding cum.
She choked on his cockhead, trying to fight off the memories of what she had seen and the horrible ideas that sight had brought to her own mind.
"Mmmfff!" she grunted, her eyes open but glazing with her own gathering cum-hunger that was being brought on by the odors, the tastes, and the mouth-fucking that seemed to go on forever.
"Hey, baby," Mike said, looking down at her face with mock surprise, "something tells me you like sucking my big hairy crank. Is that right slut? Is that bitch cunt of yours getting all wet and drippy from eating my cock?"
It was. Trish hated herself for it, but the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth drove her crazy with cum-hunger. Her own cunt was betraying her. Her pussy was churning and rippling with cock-need. It quivered and trembled, sending little streams of pre-orgasm cum running down to soak her thick, black pussy hairs. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed. The cunt walls were hot and itching with a burning intensity that seemed to increase with each deep, pounding stroke of his cock as it fucked into her throat.
God, no, she thought. Please don't let this happen to me. Let me pass out first. Anything but this!
The squirming pulse in Trish's cunt grew even stronger, and she felt a hot trickle of cum running down the insides of her thighs. The smell of her own pussy cream hung heavy on the air, even overpowering the odors of Mike's rutting musk.
"Suck my cock. Suck every inch of it, you cum-hungry bitch!" Mike groaned, fucking her mouth so fast that she was scarcely able to believe his speed. "Oh, baby! When I shoot this load, it's gonna blow your fucking head off."
Trish tried as hard as she could to focus on the pain and humiliation, the total degradation of being held and then forced to suck Mike's cock. She tried to quiet the rising wave of lust that kept building in her guts, tried to kill the pleasure by closing her legs as tightly as possible. But that only made the maddening need grow worse than ever.
Trish felt the juicy ring of her lips pull down in an ever-tightening circle of wet, fleshy hunger around the lunging shaft of his cock. Her tongue was dancing over his throbbing cockskin, laying the sensitive cockhead.
"Yeah, baby, that's nice. Real nice," Mike groaned, suddenly realizing that she had started sucking on her own instead of just haying her sweet mouth fucked. "Eat my cock, bitch. Make it wet and tight as a virgin pussy. Swallow it all the way down to your guts."
In that instant, Mike's cock seemed to grow even harder than before, grow even larger in its swollen throbbing. The pulsing of his prick had become so great that she felt as if it was actually pounding into her brain.
Oh Jesus, Trish thought, now sucking with every ounce of strength in her body. Any second now, he's going to… he's going to cum… he's going to spray my mouth full of delicious, hot gobs of cum. I want it… I want… NO… NO… YES, oh God forgive me! Yes, I want his cum so badly!
She found that she had clasped Mike's ass in both of her hands and was jerking his body forward to try to fuck his cock even deeper into her tortured throat. She felt her lips clasping until her jaws throbbed with the ache of it, felt her tongue lashing all across his prickshaft.
"Yeah, that's it, you cum-loving slut," Mike panted, shoving even harder. "You ready for a big load of hot jizz, bitch? You ready to eat it now?"
"Umm-hmmmmm," Trish moaned.
Her sense of humiliation was gone. The degradation and hatred had faded beyond her ability to recall. The only reality now was his monster cock fucking her face. Nothing mattered but the feel of his iron-stiff piece of cockmeat, the taste of his muscular body.
"Aaaarghhhhh… eat my prick!" Mike roared suddenly with a fierce commanding voice, slamming his cock fully into her mouth. "Unnnnhhhh! Go, slut. Suck my fucking cock now!"
Trish had assumed that since Mike had fucked Ginny so recently, he wouldn't have a very big load of cum. She was dead wrong. His balls seemed to be a bottomless reservoir of jism. Stream after stream of thick cum shot from his cum-hole, splashing against the back of her throat and pouring into her stomach as fast as she could swallow. Even with her throat muscles working convulsively, there was no way she could manage all of it.
"Eat my cum, bitch!" Mike said. "Suck it all down!"
Before he was even half finished, the buildup of jism had filled her mouth to overflowing. Cum splashed out at the corners of her lips, spreading over her cheeks and chin until her whole face glistened with a creamy sheen. Two streams of cum ran from her nostrils to join the spreading rivers that covered her face.
There was no way that Trish could hold herself back any longer. The muscles in her body relaxed against her will, and the young woman found herself drowning in a tidal wave of pleasure.
Trish moaned, sucking air around the monster shaft of his cum-spurting prick. The orgasm that struck her guts rocked Trish from her cunt to her cock-filled throat. Blast after blast of climax shot through her pussy as she grunted like a bitch dog being fucked beneath a porch.
Finally, Mike's cock stopped its spurting, and he rolled off to lie beside her on the floor, his cock still lying embedded between her bruised lips. More than ever, Trish could taste the flavor of his cum, could feel the heavy film of cock cream that covered her face.
The guilt of reality slammed into her like a thunderclap. She had started out trying to fight him off. There was no question about the desperate anger that resulted in the bleeding welts on his face. But the marks on his ass were just as red from her clawing and puffing in her attempts to get his cock even deeper into her throat.
Even worse was his orgasm and how much she had wanted it… how much she had loved the humiliation of his harsh rape of her mouth. His cum had been so delicious. Even now, lying there with his cock between her lips, Trish could taste the jism as strongly as ever. And it made her hungry for him all over again.
Trish felt the shame wash over her again, and she turned away. Mike's cock flopped out of her mouth, trailing cum and spreading it over her neck, and the young woman felt an anguished sob break from her throat as she turned away.
"Hey, don't worry about it, baby." Mike raised up off one elbow and grinned down sadistically. "Brother Dave won't mind when you tell him your tale." Trish looked back at him in astonishment. "Just be sure you give him all the pertinent details, such as how you came up to my room with nothing on but a thin robe." He yanked the garment apart, revealing her nakedness. He took the nipple of her right tit between thumb and middle finger and tormented its rubbery nubbin into angry, red erection. "How you sucked on my big cock and grunted for more like a slut pig… how when I blew your mouth full of cum, you clawed my ass to shreds so you could get more. And then you creamed all over yourself like the jizz-hungry bitch you are. You just be sure to tell him all of that, now. Don't forget a single detail."
It was too much for Trish to bear any longer. She lashed out as hard as she could, wanting to kill the bastard who had raped her, who had done such an awful thing to both her body and her mind.
Mike slammed his fist into the side of her head so hard that the young woman saw flashing lights for a moment. He grabbed a handful of her satiny black, cum-splashed hair and jerked her up from the floor until her face was only inches from his own.
"I should beat you to within an inch of your cock-sucking life!" he snarled. "If you ever pull that shit on me again there won't be enough of your ass left to fill a lunch bag. You just won't believe how you'll have to pay."
Oh Jesus, she wondered, what else can he do? Then she knew. He could tell Dave. There was nothing she could do, except whatever it was that Mike might demand of her.
"Oh, please," the battered young woman pleaded, "no more. I won't fight you any more… only, please don't hit me again."
"Right, baby," Mike smiled sadistically. "If you do what you're told, we'll get along just fine. And whenever my baby brother is out of town, you can spend your time sucking my big hard prick. I may even have a few other surprises for you, while I'm at it."
"Mike, please," Trish begged, "no more. I can't stand any more."
"Bullshit, you cock-hungry slut," Mike said. "Before our Davie gets back this weekend, you'll be absolutely amazed at just exactly how much you really can stand."
Trish groaned in total defeat. There was nothing she could do. No matter what action she might take, he would hold the threat of telling Dave over her head like a sword. All she knew for certain was that if she did not obey his orders, Mike would be sure to tell everything.
"Now, baby," Mike said, rising to his knees, "I think it's high time you apologized for slapping me. You know, just to show me how sorry you really are."
"Please Mike, no more. Don't hurt me any more."
"Shut your fucking whore's mouth," Mike said, grabbing Trish and rolling her over onto her stomach. "You know as well as I do that all you sluts like to be hurt once in a while."
Trish tried to turn her head and look back as he pulled her robe the rest of the way off and spread her legs, climbing between them from behind.
"What are you doing?" Her voice trembled. "Why, don't you know, little shit?" Mike asked. "I'm gonna fuck you from behind, dog-style. Gonna ream your cunt just like the horny bitch dog you are. You like it that way, don't you bitch? You like it coming in from behind?"
Trish felt the muscles in her cunt constricting, even as he spoke. The cunt lips seemed to be drawing up into an impenetrably tight ring. Oh Christ, she thought, he'll rip my guts out going in that way. But before she could even think about trying to stop him, Trish felt the greasy head of his monstrous cock fuck between the unnaturally tight lips of her cunt.
"Aaaaarghhhhh!" the young woman screeched as the cockhead scraped over the abused walls of her pussy. It was as if he had shoved a rough piece of sandstone into her cunt. "Christ, no! You're tearing my guts out!"
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Mike said. "That's a sweet little pussy. You're as tight as Ginny was when I popped her cherry."
Trish could barely breathe. His cock filled her cunt so completely that she felt as if her body were nothing but another skin over his prick. Nobody had ever fucked her so deep before, not even David.
"Please stop, Mike," she begged. "You're gonna tear my pussy up."
Instead of stopping, Mike just pounded harder and deeper, slamming into her with the full brute force of his body weight. Each time he fucked his cock home, Trish screamed with the pain. And each pained scream only made Mike smile more.
"Bang down my cock, bitch!" Mike growled with sadistic pleasure. "Pull my big cock up your cunt and fuck your brains out on it."
There was a raging fire in Trish's cunt. It burned and licked pain all the way up into her belly until she thought she would pass out. First, she tried to hold out against it, but that only made the searing pain grow in its intensity.
But then, without any warning whatsoever, Trish's pussy muscles relaxed of their own accord, and Mike's monster cock plowed her depths with increasing ease. Just as her cunt had relaxed so suddenly, so did the pain begin to fade. And the relief was so wonderful that Trish could have wept for joy.
"Please, Mike. Slow it down so it doesn't hurt so much." Trish begged.
"Shit!" Mike said, fucking harder. "You haven't even learned the definition of pain yet, bitch. When I'm finished with you, you'll be able to write a fucking dictionary about pain."
Trish quivered again, but this time it was because a bolt of electric pleasure shot through her cunt. There was still pain, but it was… good. The pain belonged. It did nothing now but accentuate the pleasure that raced through her pussy. Slowly, inevitably, Trish began to fuck with her tormentor instead of merely being fucked by him. Her hips hunched up and back to meet the pounding fuck-strokes of his hammering cock.
"Good, bitch," Mike smiled. "Pound that pretty ass."
He reached under her arms to the front and grabbed a pulsing tit in each hand. His fingers found her nipples and stretched them out beyond all reasonable dimensions. The rubbery nubbins of her nipples sent out a surge of pain that registered somewhere in her brain, but Trish didn't care. The pain had so long ago melted and mixed with the pleasure that there was no longer any way she could untie the knot of her sensations.
"Go, bitch," Mike gasped. "We'll cum together. Nothing I like better than blowing my load into a hot cunt full of its own cream."
Trish hated him. Loathed every breath he drew for what he had done to her. Even more, she hated herself. More than the degradation was the self-hatred that she so unjustly felt and the guilt for a situation over which she had never had any control.
"Oh, fuck me!" Trish grunted in spite of herself. "Shove that bull's prick into my guts, Goddamn you! Tear my horny cunt apart!"
"You'd better believe it, you slut," Mike said. He sat back on his haunches and pried her legs apart until she was nearly split in half. Then he began brutally fucking in and out of her pussy with the huge, swollen log of his cock. "Take all my prick, you whore!"
Trish nearly screamed with the pleasure/pain of his fucking, but managed to hold back her voice to try to keep from betraying what she was really feeling. She could not, however, manage to stop moans that were ripped from her seared throat. Time after time, Mike slammed home the iron rod of his cock. And with pounding stab after stab, Trish found herself building to an ever-increasing height of pleasure.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me like that." Her eyes were wide open, but glazed and blinded by her driving lust. "Shove it all the way in. Oh, yessssss… that's the way. You Goddamn stud-bull. It's the best ever. Yes, oh yes… even better than your brother!"
Oh, Jesus, she thought in a panic, what am I saying?
"Oh, yeah?" Mike's laugh was evil. "I'm even better than Dave?" He slammed forward, fucking his cock to its hilt with his full weight, cramming her cunt full of hard cockmeat. "Jeez, wouldn't he be interested to know your opinion on that?"
"I don't… mean it!" Trish cried out, trying her best to dredge up some bit of self-respect.
"I didn't mean… oh Christ, fuck me. Ohhhh, you're the best!"
Her words became lost in a staccato burst of guttural groans as the orgasm ripped through her guts. She reached around to scratch at his ass. She pawed between her legs to grab hold of his balls and milk them, madly seeking his cum. Her exploding cunt contracted insanely to fit around his cock like a hot, wet glove.
Just as Trish's climax peaked and began to subside into a series of smaller orgasms, she felt Mike go over the edge. His cockhead swelled, throbbing wildly. Then it suddenly exploded with his load of cum. His fuck cream was like hot acid, a burning wash that bit into her trembling pussy meat.
Mike fucked her so hard that Trish thought the cockhead would push out her mouth. And what was worse still, she knew what she wanted it to. Never in her life had she felt such ecstasy for any lover. It was too much for her to understand all at once. The pain, the pleasure, the humiliation and the joy.
"Aieeeeeee!" she shrieked piercingly. Then Trish collapsed, her tits flopping with her efforts to draw breath.
Even then, after she had dropped from her exhaustion, Mike kept pounding her cunt until every drop of his cum had been sprayed into her torn and bruised cunt slit. She began to wonder if he was ever going to stop. And did she even want him to stop, when she thought about it? No, she realized, she didn't. She wanted him to keep fucking her until she died from it.
"Unhhhhh!" Mike grunted as his cum spray finally ended. "That's it, you've got a whole lot of possible uses for somebody with my imagination, baby. Mmmmmm, yeah."
Trish only wanted to cry, to curl up quietly in her own bed and cry until she fell asleep from weeping. Her self-respect was destroyed. She was totally conquered. There was no way she could ever face Dave again, not after this. Her body's hungers had dragged her into an alley world, and there was no way to crawl out again.
"Mike, please," Trish begged. "We have to stop this. It's wrong… just wrong." But she knew he would never listen to her.
"Don't be silly, baby," Mike said. "Do you think I'd be stupid enough to let go of a nice piece like you?"
"No," the young woman pleaded. "What about Ginny? What would Ginny do if she knew about this?"
"Fuck that," Mike laughed. "Ginny'll do whatever I tell her to do. After all, I am her sweet daddy. Maybe I can even get her to join in on our fun and games. When I get tired of you, I could always let her work on your pretty ass for a while. Maybe Dave might even like to take her on for a few rounds while I bang your cunt. How does that sound, sister dear?"
Trish groaned from shame, but only because she enjoyed the fantasy of her Dave fucking young Ginny's cunt. Dave on Ginny's belly, his cock buried deep in the fuck hole that his older brother had ripped free of its cherry, his cum boiling into her young pussy.
"Mike," Trish whispered in a husky tone, "fuck me again." She writhed beneath his weight like a cat in heat. At the same time, she hated herself, wanted to die from the shame of it.
"You want more cock, baby?" Mike teased.
"You have to beg like a good little slut. Come on, little slut. Let me hear you beg for more sweet prick." His hands closed hard on her tits. "But then again, you don't really have to beg, baby. I'm gonna fuck you all you want. As a matter of fact, you're gonna get fucked beyond your wildest dreams."
His tone frightened her, even more than his recent rape had. There was a lurking menace in his voice, a terrible evil in his face as he stood over Trish where she lay on the floor. Mike leaned down and picked the young woman up bodily as if she were no more than a child. Again, Trish was made aware of the awesome strength that lurked in his body. With reckless ease, he tossed her, onto the bed. Trish sprawled, her body aching from the pounding fuck he had given her. Her mind churned with the fears that raced through her fevered imagination.
Mike pulled down the two sets of curtains and walked back toward Trish. Oh no, she thought to herself. What is he going to do?
"M-Mike," she stammered, "what are you hi going to do with those drapery cords?"
"Why, baby," Mike sneered, "since you like being used so well, we're gonna give you just what you want. I'm gonna use the hell out of your beautiful young body."
"No!" Trish screamed, leaping from the bed and trying to run around him to the bedroom door. But Mike was too quick.
"Oh no, bitch!" the sadistic man snarled, grabbing her arm from behind. The pain in Trish's shoulder was tremendous as he twisted her arm and threw her back toward the bed. She hit against the side of the mattress and felt the air rush from her lungs at the force of the blow. Before she even had a chance to think about getting away, Mike had grabbed her by her long, tangled, black hair and yanked her to her feet, only to slap her hard across the mouth. The blow brought a faint taste of blood to her tongue, but Trish knew it wasn't very damaging. It only knocked her backwards onto the bed. He flipped her onto her stomach, and Trish felt his rough hand grab one of her ankles and lash a curtain rope to it. The ropes were soft braids, but he tied the knots tightly, and they burned into her flesh.
"Oh no. Jesus, Mike!" Trish moaned. "Please don't tie me up. Please, no. I'll do anything you want. Just don't tie me!"
"I know you will," Mike said, tying the rope to one of the post of the bed's footboard. He grabbed her other ankle and began trussing it in exactly the same fashion. "But let's just think of this as insurance against you trying another silly move like you just pulled."
With sudden strength she didn't know she possessed, Trish pushed herself onto her knees and tried to jerk away from his reach. But Mike gave the rope such a savage tug that she sprawled back to the bed flat on her stomach, and he lashed the second rope to the other bedpost. It was pulled so tight that her legs were spread to the point of pain, and Trish's cunt was pulled open in a wet, obscene gash, completely exposed to his attacks.
As she struggled against her bonds, Mike came down hard across her lovely, white ass with the open palm of his huge hand.
"Aaaaarghhhh!" Trish shrieked at the stinging pain that lanced through her hips. It brought tears of frustration and agony to her eyes. But at the same time, the beautiful young woman was mortified to feel the titillating quiver of anticipation that squirmed through her cunt as an echo to the pain.
Her horrified mind recoiled. Could it really be possible that I want to be tortured by this animal? Oh, Dave, why do you have to be gone? Why can't you come walking through the door and step this horrible nightmare? But she knew there was no hope for her. And even if Dave had come in and stopped what was happening, she knew she would never be able to look him in the eye again.
Suddenly, she felt Mike grab her wrists and start to bind them with the other ropes.
"No, you son of a bitch!" she screamed, pulling away and lashing out at him. "If I could, I'd kill you right now. And if I can't, Dave sure as her will."
"You fucking little whore!" Mike said, slapping her back down as Trish tried to raise herself on her tortured knees. "You try that shit one more time, and I'll beat the living hell out of you!" He grabbed her arm and twisted it cruelly behind her back until Trish shrieked from the pain, certain that her shoulder had been dislocated.
He pulled her up at the waist as high as her wide-spread legs would allow and then tied her bound arms to the back bedposts. Trish found herself lying face down on the bed, with her arms and legs pulled cruelly to the sides and her beautiful young ass sticking up into the air.
"No, bitch," Mike said, admiring his handiwork, "it's time for the fun to get started for real." He slid his hand teasingly over her ass and underneath where he shoved three fingers into her cunt. Trish felt the invasion as a stabbing arc of pain exploded in her cunt.
"Goddamn, sister dear, that tight pussy is still dripping. Don't you ever get enough cock?" Mike teased, working his fingers deep into the meat of her cunt until Trish felt her ass begin to twitch in spite of herself.
"Oh, please, Mike. Not so hard. Finger me easier. Fuck me all you want, but please don't hurt me any more," Trish pleaded as her voice broke in sobs that were half pain and half pleasure.
"You can count on that, honey." Mike smiled down at her squirming ass. "But I just don't see how I can keep all this horny, hot pussy to myself. Do you?"
Something in his voice clutched at Trish's throat and she turned her head to look at him as best as she could in her bound position.
"What do you mean?" the tormented young woman asked with a tremble in her throat.
"Just what I said," Mike replied, pulling his fingers from her dripping cunt lips with a slurping pop. "I've got a couple of friends that have never seen anything like you. How could I get all this good ass and not share it with my buddies?"
In growing horror, Trish saw him disappear from her field of vision, and then she heard him pick up the phone and dial a number.
After a moment, someone answered at the other end.
"Hey, Charlie!" she heard Mike say. "Have I got something special for you…"
Trish felt the tears come to her eyes as she listened to Mike describing her like a piece of fresh meat. Not only is he raping me, she thought, but now he's inviting a friend over to join in the fun.
"Yeah, that's right," she heard him continue. "Be sure to call Greg and bring him along. It's one of the finest pieces of ass you'll ever find." Mike hung up the receiver with a click that sounded to Trish like, her own death sentence.
"Now, baby," Mike said, climbing on the bed behind her, "we're gonna have company in a few minutes. So until they get here, you and I are gonna have some more good fucking."