Tears streamed down Sally's face, but Malcolm Reams didn't care in the least. He stood towering over her, his massive prick pointing skyward and glistening with Vaseline.
"Lick my cock, bitch!" he commanded harshly. Sally had no choice but to obey his lewd demand. She gripped his throbbing hard-on in her hand and drew his prick to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she licked tenderly at the base of his giant cock. She was doing her best to please the brutal, domineering man. But her best simply wasn't enough.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Sally's head rang from the hard, punishing slaps that Malcolm Reams meted out to her. She wept, but her tormentor paid no attention.
"Lick the tip of my cock, you stupid cunt!" he shouted. "Christ! When are you gonna learn to pay attention? You really are a dumb shit!"
Malcolm's words rang true. Only a stupid shit would get trapped into such a debauched, depraved scene. Sally felt like a real fool. As her tongue bathed the tip of his bulbous cock-knob, his prick throbbed and grew in size. His cock was so large that it frightened the hell out of Sally. She lapped at his growing cock, and watched his prick-tip fill with hot blood. Malcolm was a horny stud, that was for sure. She only hoped that she could lap his cock until he came. Then she wouldn't be forced to endure the ordeal of a powerful fucking.
"Okay, my little cunt! Down on the floor, on your stomach!" Malcolm demanded.
"B-but, why?"
"Don't bother me with stupid questions, bitch," Malcolm said. "Just do what I said."
Sally hastened to obey, stretching out on the floor, her firm, ripe ass-cheeks thrust upward. She whimpered in degradation. Such a humiliating situation! she thought.
Malcolm Reams knelt between her legs and gripped her tender thighs. He spread her thighs apart.
"Now for some real fun!" Malcolm exclaimed. His voice was higher pitched than usual. Sally could tell that he was planning to do something terrible to her. She knew that he wasn't going to whip her. He had thrown the whip down. Probably he was planning to fuck her from behind-doggie style. She could handle being fucked again. Hell, she had been fucked by both Malcolm and Bertram in the past two hours. And she had been forced to suck Sally's pussy. God! What a disgusting thought! She was definitely not prepared for Malcolm's next comment.
"Such nice ass-cheeks, and such a lovely virgin asshole, just ripe for fucking," Malcolm said, unable to disguise his enthusiasm. "Yeah, I'm gonna stick mw big prick right up your little asshole, you cunt. You'll hate it at first, but then you'll learn to love it. You just wait and see. You'll love getting ass-fucked by Malcolm Reams. He's the best ass-fucker in the business, darling."
Sally was appalled. Malcolm really meant what he said. He was going to stick his cock up her asshole. That was impossible. It was difficult enough accommodating his big prick in her tight, wet pussy. But, her asshole! That was impossible, a physical impossibility. Surely, he would damage her, split her in two, and even kill her with his cock. She cringed in fearful anticipation. What would it be like to have her tiny asshole impaled by a giant prick? One thing was sure. It would hurt like hell!
"Spread those legs wide, cunt!" Malcolm commanded.
She meekly obeyed.
"Yeah, look at that nice ripe asshole! Damn! This is gonna be great!" Malcolm bellowed.
Sally shivered and shook with fear and anxiety. Malcolm tried to console her. "Listen; I know this isn't gonna be easy for you, the first ass-fucking never is easy. But tell you what I'll do. I'll slip my finger in your asshole first. That'll give you a chance to get used to the feeling. Shit! I'll even put a little Vaseline on my finger."
"Gee, thanks a lot," Sally said sarcastically.
Malcolm rubbed his forefinger over his greased up prick. Without warning, be slid his finger into her tightly clenched asshole, penetrating deeply into her tender ass-channel.
"Owwww! Good God!" she cried. "It hurts! Please, take your finger out of my asshole! It hurts terribly!"
"Tough shit!" Malcolm snorted. He wriggled his finger about inside of her tight, puckered asshole, savoring the power that he held over the poor eighteen-year-old beauty. "You think this buns, wait till you feel my prick ramming deep into your asshole! Then, you'll know the real meaning of pain, bitch!"
"Please, don't do that, Malcolm! I beg of you!"
"Fuck off, cunt!" he snarled. With that, he thrust his muscular body forward, holding his prick in his hand, guiding his cock-knob toward its target – Sally's asshole!
"No!" she wailed as she felt the tip of his bloated cock-knob pressing into her puckered asshole. His prick would never fit her asshole, she thought. Never in a million years could his enormous cock-stand fit in her, asshole. She winced in pain, her face contorted, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she felt Malcolm's prick burrowing into her puckered asshole. Every muscle in her body was stiff, aching and rigid. That only made matters worse.
"Try to relax your muscles, especially the ones in your asshole. That's the way to do it. It'll hurt like hell at first, but it won't hurt so bad if you can relax a bit." Sally was surprised that Malcolm could be so helpful. She had thought of him as a sadistic bastard. And he was a mean, nasty sex maniac. But, still, she was grateful that he was giving her instructions on how to ease the inevitable pain that she was about to experience.
She felt Malcolm's prick sliding through her protective layer of sphincter muscles and she felt his prick-tip worming its way into her asshole. It hurt! It hurt real bad! But she did what he told her. She tried to relax, and it seemed to help a bit.
"Here we go!" Malcolm exclaimed in a throaty voice. Then he thrust his pelvis forward and rammed his turgid cock-stand deep into her narrow ass-channel. "Aaahhh!" he shouted as he impaled her asshole on his cock.
Sally was speechless. She whimpered, but she was too weak and too much in pain to mutter so much as a single word. His prick rammed into her tiny asshole, causing her terrible agony. She had, never felt such intense pain in her entire life. It was unbelievable! My God! she thought. This is so awful. At this very moment, Sally wished that someone would put a bullet through her brain and end her misery. His giant prick was torturing her, and she wasn't sure that she could stand it. Her asshole felt like it was being ripped apart.
"You're doing real good so far," Malcolm commented.
His voice was husky now and he was breathing deeply, his chest heaving as he began to move into a rhythm of fucking. Moving forward, his prick slid deep into her asshole. Then moving backward, his mammoth, hard cock almost slipped out of her asshole. "Just relax, bitch! I'm trying to make it easy on you."
His big prick rammed deep and hard into her steaming asshole. "Ummpphhhh!" Malcolm grunted as he rammed his hard prick into her aching asshole. He spread her ass-cheeks apart with his powerful bands, trying to open her asshole wider so that he could thrust his cock in deeper. "Damn! What a tight asshole, Sally. Shit! This is great ass-fucking! Don't you love it?"
"I hate it!" she blurted tearfully. "It-it's disgusting! Unnatural! Perverted! I loathe you!"
"Ha! Ha!" Malcolm laughed. "You may not like getting ass-fucked right now, but before long, you'll be begging me for more. You just wait and see. You won't be able to get enough!"
That was preposterous! Sally thought as she writhed about in agony beneath the big, muscular man. The linings of her tender, aching asshole began to stretch. Although the pain continued to feel excruciating, it was becoming much less bothersome. In fact, she thought, it seemed as though the pain in her tight asshole dissipated with every cock-thrust. She followed Malcolm's earlier instructions and concentrated on easing the tension in her sphincter muscles. Sure enough, it worked. The pain began to subside. She realized with mixed emotions that Malcolm was correct in his other prediction. She was actually beginning to enjoy the ass-fucking.
"Unnhhhhh! Yeah! Damn hot asshole! Tight as a tunnel! Love it! Love ass-raping a virgin asshole! There just ain't nothing like it."
"Unnhhhhh!" Sally moaned. But the sound that she emitted was not a moan of pain, but a moan of erotic delight. She sighed with pleasure as she reveled in the exotic feeling of Malcolm's huge, stiff prick reaming out her tight asshole. "Ohhhhh, Malcolm," she cooed. "This… this feels kind of good."
"What did I tell you, Sally," Malcolm said with an air of immense self-satisfaction. He was no dummy. He told her that she'd learn to love ass-fucking. And it didn't take the lovely young redhead very long to learn, either. Of course, he thought, she had the best teacher in the world. If anybody knew how to turn a girl on to ass-fucking, it was him, Malcolm Reams! He slammed forward, his prick slicing along the walls of her ass-channel, sending a wave of strange, sexy, wanton sensation coursing through her asshole, her wet cunt, and her befuddled brain.
Good Lord! she thought. Her clit was throbbing and her cunt was soaking wet with pussy-juice. His prick was buried to the hilt in her asshole, and a weird sensation of mixed feelings, as pleasure welled up inside of her. She was my confused, but she shrugged it off. This was no time to reason why, she thought. This was the time to do it, go with the flow, enjoying the ass-fucking getting off on the wondrous untold passion that overwhelmed her.
"Yes! Do it! Ass-fuck me, Malcolm! Really ram it to me! I want to feel your cock deep inside of my asshole!"
"You got it, Sally!" Malcolm exclaimed, beaming with pride as he hammered his cock in quick, pumping motions into her tight asshole. The big man was grunting and groaning with sexual pleasure now. He was perspiring freely and drops of sweat dripped off his brow and landed on Sally's bare shoulders.
This was really what you would call being in the heat of passion! Sally decided. Christ! How wonderful it felt to be impaled on the big man's prick. It was degrading, that was for sure. But somehow it was exciting to be so brutally dominated by such a stud of a man. She loved Malcolm's hard prick! She actually loved the cock that was at that very moment raping her tight and tender asshole. She wondered if she was beginning to love Malcolm. After all, he was a crude man, but she sensed that he really liked her. He had started calling her by her true name. No longer did he assent her and call her a bitch and a whore.
"Oh, Sally! Your asshole feels so nice and tight. I love it! God, you really are a beautiful young thing!" he groaned. With one final, powerful cock-thrust into her asshole, he grunted loudly and shot his load of thick, hot jism deep into her ass. "Unnnnggghhhh! Oh! Sally! That was great!"
As she felt his prick begin to shrink inside of her asshole after depositing its load of cum, she felt an orgasm coming on. A big one! "Ohhhhh! Oh! Aaahhh!" she wailed as she hunched her hips and jerked about wantonly beneath Malcolm's sweat drenched body. Her orgasm hit her like a brick, blinding her, tearing through her body, ripping into her brain, exploding like a million firecrackers.
She screamed and shrieked with unbridled, unashamed lust. "Aaahhh!" Her body was on fire. The orgasm was the most powerful climax that she had ever experienced. Her pussy seemed to glow like a thousand-watt light-bulb and she felt a tremendous release. She felt no pain, no anger or hostility. She felt sexually fulfilled for the first time. She felt wonderful! Ecstatic! "Good Lord in Heaven!" she shouted. "Malcolm, I loved it! You were great!" She let out a deep, sensuous sigh and turned her head upward, offering her lips to the big stud.
Malcolm slid off of her naked body, knelt beside her and kissed her passionately. It was a kiss that lingered. His tongue snaked into her mouth and he sucked her tongue. Sally felt like she was in a dream world. She was on top of the world! "Thank you, Malcolm," she cooed when the kiss ended. "You are, one hell of a man."
"And you are one hell of a woman," he replied, nodding and smiling. He bent over and kissed her nipples lovingly. "I've fucked plenty of women, probably hundreds," he told her with a pathetic, embarrassed look on his face. "But, I swear to God, I've never felt anything like what we just experienced. That wasn't just ass-fucking. That was that was…"
"That was making love," Sally said with finality.
"Yeah! That's what it was," Malcolm said, grinning like a kid. "Dammit I'm afraid I might befalling in love with you, Sally."
"Malcolm, let me tell you something. I'm afraid I've already fallen in love with you."
Malcolm moved between her legs and bent his head down. He kissed her pussy, savoring the taste of her sweet pussy-nectar, his eyes wide with delight as he ogled her pretty thatch of red cunt-hair. His tongue slithered into her cunt, parting her pink pussy-lips. He licked and lapped lovingly at her precious pussy.
Sally moaned in ecstasy. Her sensitive clit-button throbbed with anxious anticipation. Soon, she would climax again. Malcolm was a hell of a lover! she thought.
Malcolm sucked her cunt tenderly as though he were worshipping her pussy. He adored the ill treated eighteen-year-old girl. He was in love. There was no question about it.
"Aaaahhhh!" Sally moaned as her climax struck her. "I love you! I love you, Malcolm! I love you! I love you!" she repeated over and over again.
At that very moment, she heard the menacing voice of Bertram Havermeyer. "Ha! What a joke! Let me tell you something, you worthless little cunt! You're not gonna love what I plan to do to you." Then, addressing Malcolm, he added, "Get up and get dressed, lover-boy. We've got to dispose of this bitch. It's time for us to take her for a ride."
Sally shuddered with fear. She looked up at Malcolm, but his expression conveyed no sense of empathy. He looked cold and hard. "Malcolm! You won't let them hurt me, will you?"
Malcolm shrugged and smiled cruelly. "Honey, Bertram says you're gonna be taking a ride. If that's what Bertram Havermeyer says, then that's the way it will be. He's the boss. Sorry, darling. It was fun while it lasted, though."
Sally couldn't believe her ears. Surely, Malcolm was joking. He had just professed his love for her! How could he turn his back on her after making such passionate love. It made no sense! "I'm scared," she said tearfully. "What are you gonna do with me?"
Then Mindy chimed in. "They're gonna snuff you, bitch!"
"Snuff me?"
"Kill you, dummy. They're gonna kill you." Sally was bewildered. She felt blood rush to her brain and she passed out, falling over, her head hitting the floor with a dull thump.