"Bitch! Bitch-pig! You're gonna have your asshole blown out when I start shootin'!"
Joan had no doubt his cock was going to melt her bowels when he shot. She was grunting, sweating with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. All the pain in her body focused in her asshole now. The stretched, tearing ring seemed to draw the will from her. She panted, her mind going white and blank. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast. But the way her pussy reacted, Joan didn't care what happened in her ass any longer. What was going on back there added to the hot, tight sensation itching achily through her clit. She groaned once more, twisting around like a snake in her bonds, fighting the nylon holding her captive while rubbing her body sexily up against Chuck's sweaty belly.
"Come on, baby, go for it! That's it, bitch, go for it! Man, you're gonna pop your fuckin' head off when you finally cum," Chuck said, slapping her across the face, then pinching her thighs and ass.
"Uh! Huhhhrr! Huhhhrrr!"
The stiff, hot bar of fucking cock in her ass seemed to slow down a bit. She heard Chuck growling, his voice becoming lower than ever. Then with a sweaty slap of his belly on her rolled-up ass, he started up again. Joan thought she could feel him hit something deep inside her. The kink of her bowels hurt as if a dozen knives were stabbing into it. The lining of her asshole seemed to stretch up to her throat. Joan let her head fall back as she let out a series of hoarse, rutting cries. Fucking! That's all there was in the world! Right now, all she could think of was that delicious hot tight feeling in her cunt and the constant chugging sensation of Chuck's prick in her ass.
"Hurhhrhrhhrhrhrhr!"
Chuck grunted on top of her. He pulled his cock nearly all the way out, leaving only his fat prickhead inside. Joan cried out again, feeling the flaring wings of his cockhead tugging at the sensitive lining of her asshole. He was urging her asshole outward, making her assring pucker as he watched the way her asscheeks trembled with delight.
"No, no, no, don't do it that way! Oh God, please, don't…"
"Yeah, baby, you ain't got much of a choice," Chuck responded, shaking the sweat off his face. "Come on, go for it, Mama. Yeah, move that ass… huhhhhhh! Christ, gonna pop, gonna blow that asshole wide open with my jizz!"
"Noooooo!"
It was as if someone had lit her ass on fire. With an animal grunt, Chuck rammed his cock deep in her ass, making the woman cry out as if someone had stabbed her in the belly. Joan thought she could feel her bowel lining tearing. His cock hit her like a freight train slamming into the side of a mountain. Joan's cries turned into screams as she felt a cataclysm of lusty fire in her ass. He was finally cumming. She felt Chuck shuddering up against her thighs, his hands all over her, bitting her, pinching her, slapping her while thick, spurting masses of jizz splashed into her shitter.
"Oh, oh, ohhbhh!"
That was all the woman needed. Joan felt her cunt snapping shut on his fingers as Chuck fucked down deep, twisting two fingers into her pussy while rubbing his knuckles up against her firing clit. She jerked and convulsed, her body pounding up against the headboard while her toes struck the wall again and again.
"Awwkwwhwhwhhhhghhhghhh!"
Joan felt her tits mashing under his hands. Her face hit his belly then fell back. And all ‘the time, Joan felt his cum-spewing fuckpole in her ass and the earth-shattering force of his orgasm. It was mind-shattering. Lightning jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the spasming sensations in- her ass. Joan's mind seemed to concentrate on her shitter and pussy, centering around the hot, exploding sensations of the big man's cock in her cumming pussy.
"Noooooo!"
It had been wonderful. But now Chuck was starting to pull his prick from her ass. No! No! She wanted it in. She wanted to feel that thing still inside her, taking her over, slicing through her shitter.
"Sorry, baby, but I can't stay here all night," Chuck said, shaking more sweat off his face.
Joan clamped her shitter muscles down hard on his withdrawing cock, working her ass around, drawing out more delightful spasms from her cunt while the big man still fucked her with his fingers.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"That's it, baby. That's all there is for tonight, bitch!"
His outsliding cock paused for a second, then slipped out completely. Joan screamed. It was disrupting the smashing rhythm of her orgasm, sending too many hot, tingling signals up her spine. Her overloaded brain shattered, making her scream again, then fall into unconscious. The last thing she remembered was the delicious itch that was becoming more and more concentrated between her thighs.
Realizing she was in a dead faint, Chuck slapped her cheeks hard. He finally brought her around. Joan groaned, feeling her asshole still fluttering. Her cunt had calmed somewhat, but the juice was still flowing out and wetting down her thighs. Without another word, Chuck reached up and began unknotting the silken bonds holding her wrists to her ankles, letting down her legs first, then finally freeing her arms. She felt them fall as dead weights to her sides. He didn't have to worry about her escaping. Joan had no intention, of bolting. She was too tired, too exhausted, too fulfilled with the fucking she had just endured to move. Stretched on the bed, the woman moaned, rolling her head to one side and watching as Chuck began pulling on his trousers.
"I ain't even gonna go around the, house to find anything to take," he said, pulling on his boots, then picking up his shirt from the floor. "But I'm gonna get your phone number here, baby and we're gonna have some good times later on. Man, I ain't gonna let somethin' like you get away from me."
Joan reached down and drew the covers slowly over her body, fighting back the sobs of shame and guilt that were starting to escape from her lips now. She had done something horrible, something disgusting she could never tell anyone about. How could she face her daughter with the knowledge she had… had let a man do this to her-fuck her, and fuck her in this horribly brutal way? She rubbed her chafed wrists against one another, licking her wounds, then she peered above the covers and watched Chuck tucking in his shirt. He said nothing, slapping his thighs, then rubbing his cock.
"Gonna catch your number on the way out. Think I'll use the door this time. You better fix that kitchen window. I broke in through it." Chuck grinned at her, then sauntered from the room.
Joan groaned, rolling over and hiding her face, in the pillow. Now the tears flowed freely, staining her face, the sobs shaking her whip-scarred body. She had enjoyed it all-the belting, the sucking, the ass-fucking, the bonds. Everything he had made her do she loved. And now… and now she had to face an uncertain future, a future with the possibility of having him return to her home and do this once more to her. How would she face her daughter in the morning?
While Joan lay shaking with guilt and remorse in her bed, her blonde daughter, Shari, was facing problems of her own. Things were becoming festive at her good friend Diane's house. Doug and Frank, two friends of Diane's were there pulling several bottles of liquor from two paper sacks while the girls giggled in the corner of a darkened bedroom.
"Are you sure your folks won't be coming back tonight?"
Diane nodded excitedly. She drew close to Shari and pointed at Frank.
"He's the greatest," she whispered, squinching up her face and fighting down a giggle. "I heard he's got the biggest… the biggest cock in school!"
"Diane!" Shari said, scandalized by such open talk from her best friend.
"Oh, don't be such a prude," she said, sniffing a bit, then smiling once more. "Besides, I know you're as anxious to fuck as I am."
Shari stiffened at the word. Diane might have been right. But using that deliciously forbidden word still made her feel a little bit guilty. She thought she could see the face of her mother staring down at her and frowning. It made Shari wince at first, then suddenly feel angry and defiant. She stared at Frank and wondered if what Diane had suggested were true.
"I'm not. It's just that I don't know these guys very well and… and I don't know if I should stay the whole night-I mean with you and them and… and everything. My mom'd freak if she knew there were guys over."
"Who's gonna tell her?" Diane asked, shrugging and narrowing her eyes at her friend. She was giving her one of those secretive, knowing smirks that said much more than words could. "She's miles away and you're here Nobody's gonna tell."
"Hey come on, you're gonna dig this stuff. It's primo booze," Frank said.
"Come on."
Diane tugged Shari over to the boys. Shari sat down and modestly pulled her skirt, down over her knees, glad she had worn something "decent" for the evening. On accepting Diane's invitation to come over, she had thought something was up. She could tell from the tone of her voice there was going to be more here at the house than a simple twosome slumber party. Shari hadn't expected, however, to find booze and men all in the same package. It made her a little nervous.
When she caught Doug staring at her continually she felt something else as well-a tight, tingly sensation between her legs that was fuzzy and warm as well. She moved her knees, feeling her panty crotch snugging up against her cuntlips. It was getting wet down there! Shari blushed, glad the light was dark in there so the boys couldn't see her flushed cheeks.
"Got some glasses too, plastic ones," Frank said. "And ice too. Some mix."
The boys had been busy. They mixed strong drinks for the girls, handing them over, watching as they finished quickly. Shari coughed, unused to the strong, burning sensation going down her throat. Doug reached over and slapped her lightly between the shoulders.
"Thanks!"
"Some more. You'll really dig it."
They drank for half an hour, when suddenly Shari saw Diane reeling backward. Or was that something Shari was seeing in her own blurred vision? Were the boys drinking? It suddenly occured to the blonde teen that they had stopped some time ago. The girls had been putting it away, encouraged by both Doug and Frank. Shari put down the glass from her lips, staring up at them. Frank was standing, walking over to Diane.
"I think she's about had enough," he said.
There was something different in the tone of his voice. It was bard, almost threatening. Diane liked older boys, but new they seemed so much older. Her head was spinning, and a dull throbbing seemed to sap her strength. She tried to get up, but she bad had far too much to drink.
"Something wrong, baby?" Doug asked, sliding over to her and wrapping one arm around her waist.
"No, nothing. Please, leave me alone. I'd better go to bed," she protested, reaching down and trying to unwrap his arm.
"That's just what we were talkin' about-takin' the two of you to bed."
"That's not what I meant," Shari shot back, feeling her cheeks turn scarlet. This had gone far enough! She would pick up her small blue suitcase from Diane's bedroom and leave.
"Too bad," Doug said mockingly. "‘Cause you and her are goin' for a little ride-right outta here."
Shari looked at Doug, shocked. She scooted back a little, feeling his fingers catching her right wrist and holding her captive.
"You ain't gonna go anywhere. I know her folks aren't comin' back, and you aren't expected home ‘til tomorrow morning. That's plenty of time to have some fun with the two of you over at our place."
Doug was leering at her, his eyes freely appraising her tits, ass and thighs. When he caught her other wrist, forcing her back onto the floor, Shari panicked. She began thrashing around like a wild woman, wriggling, trying to jab her knee up into his crotch as she'd seen once on a T.V. show on how to protect yourself against rape. He was holding her arms on either side of her head now, his knees forcing her legs apart. She felt her skirt riding up until her panties were exposed. It was then Shari knew she had lost the battle. The liquor was making her head buzz. She could hardly tell up from down And all the while, this man was on top of her, edging her skirt up, exposing her briefs. She tried tensing her muscles, moving her' arms up so she could scratch his face. Nothing worked. He was only laughing at her, keeping her prisoner while forcing her dress up.
"Bet you like to get down and get dirty when you drop all this shit."
"No, no, I never… don't, don't! Oh God, help me, somebody help me! Diane!"
But her friend had passed out. Frank was dragging her from the room. Doubling his fingers, Doug cocked his, arm back, striking Shari hard across the chin. No one, not even her mother in one of her famous anger fits, had ever touched her like that! The knuckles bruised her chin, and the force of the blow snapped her head back.
"Oooooffffff!"
Dazed, half out of her mind with terror, Shari lay there on the carpet, feeling bands reaching around the elastic waistband of her panties. Doug was pulling them down, forcing them over her knees, ankles, toes, gone! She felt his fingers pinching and massaging her thigh flesh, and then touching her cunt.
Shari bucked her ass back the moment she felt him touching her clit. Even in her shocked, dazed state, the girl felt something like self respect take control. She knocked his offending hand away, rolled over and tried to crawl away from him. Doug let her move for a bit, then reached out and grabbed the teen by her hair. Shari screamed, feeling her hair roots start to tear from her scalp. Her eyelids fluttered as her elbows buckled from under her. With a groan of defeat, she collapsed to the floor. He was slapping her ass, telling her awful things about what he was going to do. When he pinched her cit with his fingers, she bucked her ass again, drawing her knee protectively together while slapping back at the big man.
"Get away from me! Oh, Diane, Diane!"
"Bitch!"
Doug pulled her by the hair once more, standing over her and drawing her face hard against his left leg. She cracked her lip against his kneecap. The more he pulled on her hair, the louder she screamed and more infuriated the young man appeared to become.
"Stop it! Oh God somebody help meeeee!"
"Goddamn! You're as fuckin' loud as some kinda air raid siren!"
He dropped her hair, swinging one hand around and back handing the teen. Shari let out a yelp, snapping backward. Her legs seemed to fly out from under her as she was propelled backward toward the door. Then something struck her head. The dresser perhaps. She felt something metallic nearly crushing her skull. Stars popped in front of her while a buzzing sound shot through her head. She was going to faint. Shari could feel a dark curtain descending over her, making her feel so dizzy, so sick. She saw Doug coming at her, his hands outstretched. Then everything went black as the young blonde teen slumped unconscious to the floor.
Shari had no idea how long she had been out. Were they still at Diane's? She had no idea. When she came to, she found her head lolling. She caught glimpses of an overhead light. She was being carried. The echoing walls around her told the teen she was in some small room of passage. When she blinked her eyes open, Shari saw she was in some horrid basement. The musky damp smell invaded her nostrils.
"Put ‘er there. I think she's comin' around," Frank said.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Doug dumped her next to her friend Diane. But how different Diane looked now. They had stripped her, torn all the clothes from her body except her electric blue panties. They were torn around the ass and front as if someone had beaten her with a belt or something. Diane was awake, staring down at Shari, for they had also bound her wrists to a set of overhead chains, her toes dangling two inches from the floor. Tears streaked her dirty face as she stared pitifully down at the cringing blonde teen.
"Diane!"
Shari was shocked, quickly coming to her senses as she stared in disbelief at her hanging friend. Drawing her fingers to her mouth, she stifled a cry. How much longer before she was dangling from pulleys, her feet barely touching the ground? Instinctively, Shari drew her elbows in against her chest, afraid even to move as she continued to stare up at her hanging friend.
"It hurts, Shari. I'm sorry," Diane sobbed in a whisper. "They said they wanted to come over and have some fun. I didn't know-I didn't know they were into his kind of thing!"
Shari shook her head, now daring to turn around and stare at the two men.
"Like it, baby? Like it, Shari? You wanna join your friend?"
"No!"
But Shari knew she would be next, and trembled at the thought of it.