He called himself Boss and nobody knew his real name. The sex raffle was his idea. He had planned it out carefully, picked his people carefully, and it was now making him a great deal of money.
"I like her," the man said.
Boss clapped his hands and the girl came forward. She was a petite brunette and she had been well trained. She wore a white gown that came to her knees, and nothing else.
"Fine choice," Boss said. "She's a beautiful woman and she's trained to take care of your every desire."
"The King will like her," the man said. "She'll make a welcome addition to his harem. But tell me, friend, where do you find all these refreshing young women?"
Boss clapped his hands again and the girls left the room.
"Ahhhh," Boss said. "Now if I told you that then what would be your need of me?"
"True," the man said, and pursed his lips. He stood up. He was a dark-featured man dressed in the sharp military uniform of his country.
"Same price as last time?" the man asked.
"Of course."
"Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money."
"You pay good money for quality. Nothing fine is ever cheap."
"You're right again."
The man followed the girls out of the room. Boss knew a man was waiting in the hall to show the officer out the door. The next day the girl would show up at the officer's hotel room. The buyers knew the rules.
Boss smiled and folded his hands. Today had been a good day. The raffle had gone well. Four of the girls had been sold at very high prices. It was a fine business to be in, and almost no overhead except for food, clothing and paying his servants.
He frowned at the thought of the two Cross brothers. They were very good at their work. They were big, brawny, competent men who were exactly what he needed, but he could not help but feel a little uneasy around them.
He was afraid that they were capable of a deep violence that did not always show. They did what he said with the women. They took the most beautiful and broke their wills and their spirits until they were little more than a plaything for a man.
They picked women who had no families and few questions would be asked about them. Of course the police would wonder, but after a while even that would stop.
The only thing that would hurt Boss' raffle was having one of the women get too badly beaten or even killed. The police wouldn't stop with just a few questions. He had thought often about finding two men who were less likely to commit murder but he didn't see what he could do with the two brothers.
Boss stood up and walked to his bar. He poured himself a stiff shot of bourbon and drank it down. He realized that he was horny. Seeing the girls parade their wares in front of the buyers had given him a gigantic hard-on.
He walked out of the auction room into his small bedroom. Here everything was done in white. His bed was king-size. He was a big man and he liked a big bed.
He picked up his white phone.
"Yes, Boss," the voice at the other end answered immediately.
"I want the brunette before she leaves. Bring her to me immediately."
"Yes, Boss," the male voice said. "Immediately."
He undressed and lay back on the soft bed. He closed his eyes and mentally pictured the girls. Blondes, brunettes, redheads! It was a cocks-man's paradise. His prick grew rock hard as he thought about them.
He heard a timid knock on his door.
"Come in," he said.
The brunette he had sold last entered the door. She still wore the white gown that touched her knees. He could see the outline of her naked tits beneath the flimsy material.
"You sent for me, sir?"
He never asked the brothers where they had kidnapped any particular woman. He knew that they were housewives, students, teachers, working women, women from all walks of life. They all began the same way, with proud and angry looks and a stiff neck. But the brothers soon tamed them down and taught them manners.
"I sold you this afternoon," he told the girl. "Yes sir," she said, lowering her head.
"I want you to make me proud of you. Make your new master happy."
He saw just the hint of pride jump to her eyes. "If you don't," he said. "I'll give you back to the Cross brothers. They'll have to retrain you."
The pride was replaced by fear. A deep, sickening fear that was apparent in her eyes and the way her entire body began to tremble.
"I'll be good," she promised. "I couldn't stand going back there."
"You have bad memories of the purple room?" he asked.
"Yes sir," she said.
"What did they do to you that you should fear it so much."
"They beat me and starved me."
"What else?"
"They made me love them."
"They fucked you, you mean?"
"Yes."
"Just the two brothers fucked you?"
"No," she admitted.
"Who else?"
He could tell the memories were painful for her, but he wanted to make her remember. He wanted to put it into her mind that she could go back there if she didn't please her new master.
"Who else fucked you, woman?" he questioned again, this time in a command.
"Everybody," she said. "Anybody they brought there. They brought many men there and commanded me to fuck them."
"And when did you start to enjoy it?"
She lowered her eyes at his direct stare. She remembered, in a hazy sort of way, that only a few months before she had been a student at the junior college. She had been a virgin. She had always told her boyfriends that she was saving it for her husband. She had never realized that she was saving it for Donald Cross.
She remembered very little of her abduction. She remembered that she had been walking back from school when the car had pulled up beside her. At first, she had thought it was just college boys flirting, but before she realized what was happening, she had been dragged into the car.
What followed was a nightmare. She was taken to a house in the woods and left there. They chained her to the floor, after tearing all her clothes off her, and left her that way for two days. When Donald and Adam Cross returned, she was cold and thirsty and she had to go to the bathroom.
They allowed her to enter the bathroom but they did not give her anything to drink, or feed her.
She remembered Adam Cross' deep voice. "Anything you get around here, you're going to have to work for."
"Work?" she questioned him. "What do I have to do?"
"What you were built for," he said. "What a woman was put here for."
She realized what he meant with an inner shudder. "No," she protested. "I can't do anything like that."
"Then you'll starve," he said. "Because the only food you'll get will be on a working basis."
She couldn't believe he meant it, but he left her there for another day. When he returned she was nearly crazy with thirst. She had believed he was going to let her die. She had given into death. She wanted it to happen.
"Well?" he asked when he returned.
"No," she said. "I'll die first."
"Have it your way," he said disgustedly.
This time he left her a little water and food. The water wasn't enough to quench her thirst and the food not enough to appease her hunger. But it kept her alive, which was what he wanted.
She had no idea what time it was. She never knew if it was day or night. All she knew were the confines of her purple room. The company she had was when Donald or Adam brought food to her.
She found herself looking forward to their visits. Any company to keep her from going completely out of her mind.
One afternoon Donald seemed exceptionally angry. "You won't work for your food," he said. "So you're driving us broke. Well, I'm going to get satisfaction out of you."
She thought he was going to rape her and she prepared herself for it. But what followed may have been even worse than rape. First he explored her body. He fondled and kissed every part of her. He put his tongue into places where she thought it nasty. He rubbed and pinched her while he talked to her in a soft voice.
Then he began to pinch harder. It began to hurt and she tried to get away but he followed her.
"Oh Christ," she begged. "Please stop!"
But he didn't stop. He continued pinching until her body was a mass of blue welts. Finally he stopped pinching and he took off his belt. He wrapped it around his hand and left a little of the leather tip swinging freely. He brushed it across her body in what was almost a caressing manner. But then the caresses grew harder and the leather began to irritate her skin. There was something on his belt. Something that stung her!
A brutal pain shot up her elbow. She looked down and saw a red streak of blood. The leather was cutting her.
"Such a pretty thing," he said. "We can't scar your face. Don't want to damage the merchandise."
"Oh God," she said. "Please stop. Please don't hurt me any more."
His eyes were wicked as he began to swing the belt harder and harder until there were bloody red streaks all up and down her back and arms.
"It won't scar," he said proudly. "I'm good at this. In a few days nobody could tell what was done. But it hurts, doesn't it? It sure does hurt."
"Oh yes!" she said. "Oh God, it hurts!"
Finally he was done with her. He left her crying and bleeding on the floor. Again she didn't know how much time passed. It became a regular thing with him. Sometimes he would beat her. Sometimes he would pinch and bite her, and always he caused pain.
Sometimes Adam came and watched and laughed while Donald was hurting her.
Finally she could bear no more.
"Please," she said, the next time they came. "Don't hurt me any more. I'll do whatever you want. I'll work for my food. But please don't hurt me."
"Okay," Adam said gently. "It's time you earned your keep. Donald?"
She looked up at the brutal-looking Donald leering at her.
"I'm going to love you, little sweetheart," Donald said. "I asked for you special."
Adam left. Donald unchained her and led her to the couch. He pushed her down on the couch. She watched him undress. She had always thought she would face her deflowering knowing that she had saved it for a loving husband. There was nothing loving about Donald.
His body looked like an ape's as he tore off all his clothes. His prick was hard between his legs. She lowered her eyes to the large pole. It was the first she had ever seen except in magazines. It frightened her.
He took his hand and wrapped it around the massive cock.
"You like this, little sweetheart?" Donald said. "You like old Donald's cock?"
"It's so big," she whispered.
"Of course it's big," he said proudly. "That's what all the cunts like about me. My big cock."
His hand caressed her tits and then moved slowly down her belly to a place between her legs. He forced her legs wider apart as one rough finger entered her cunt. She winced with pain.
"Don't worry," Donald said. "This first one is just to get the obstruction out of the way. You're going to love it before old Donald is through with you."
He began to move his finger in and out of her cunt. She wanted to hide her face from shame but all she could do was stare into his leering eyes.
She could feel his massive erection brushing against her leg as he fondled her.
"Touch it," he demanded. "Feel my cock."
Gingerly she put a hand between them and touched his cock.
He took her hand and wrapped it around his hard-on. He then began to move her hand up and down his had cock.
"That's the way," he said. "Now you stroke it." His hand left hers and went back to fondling her cunt. She continued her stroking. She was in a cramped position, and her hand tired quickly, but she was afraid to take it away. She was afraid of the pain that Donald could inflict upon her.
After a while he forced another finger into her tight cunt. Again she moved with pain as he finger-fucked her. She was growing a little wetter down there and she was beginning to almost enjoy the friction of his fingers.
"Feeling good, baby?" Donald said. "Now let's get on with it and get that cherry out of your way."
She tensed as he moved between her legs. He pushed and she tensed even more. He slapped her hard in the face.
"Relax, bitch," he said. "Relax."
She tried to relax as his hard prick was forced into her cunt. But it hurt so badly. She was so tight and dry. Slowly he broke through her hymen and slipped deep into her cunt. He seemed to fill her up. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe.
"Move," he commanded.
Again she tried to follow his command, but each movement seemed to bring more pain. He didn't seem to notice. He was enjoying himself. He was groaning as his prick began to pound in and out of her cunt.
"So fucking tight," he said. "I wouldn't have believed it. God, you've got a good pussy."
His huge hands slid under her ass and lifted her up from the couch. She couldn't believe it. He was standing up with her still impaled on his prick. He began to walk around the room still fucking her. Finally he lowered her to the soft carpet. His mouth came down on hers. His fat tongue probed at her lips and she opened her mouth. His tongue was so big it was like another prick going between her lips. She almost gagged but he gave her no room to move her head. He drove his tongue in and out as hard and as fast as his prick.
His hands slipped up the back of her legs so that he pushed her ass higher. He stretched out on the floor and then came up, pushing her legs onto his shoulders. His hard prick never left her cunt, but now it seemed deeper. His mouth had left hers and now his tongue went down to nibble at her tits.
"Oh God," she said. "You're killing me!"
She didn't know how long it was supposed to last but it seemed to be forever. He kept driving his prick into her until she began to feel something new. Her body seemed to loose its numbness and a tingle started at her cunt. The tingle grew until it controlled her whole body.
"Jesus!" she yelled. "What are you doing to me?"
His only answer was that deep laugh as he continued driving his prick into her cunt.
Never had she tingled like this. Never had her entire body seemed like one mass of fire. She began to push up at him, as if to draw more of that cock into her cunt.
"I told you you'd like it," he said gleefully as he pounded away at her.
"Oh God, I do like it," she moaned. "It's making me tingle all over. Oh help me!"
She was there. She was climbing the mountain and looking down into the valley and someone was screaming and she realized that it was herself. She came back down off the mountain with her entire body a mass of sensitive flesh.
And still he fucked her.
Even now she couldn't begin to count the orgasms she'd had. One kept coming right after another until finally her cunt was in pain and every stroke was sheer torture.
And still he didn't stop.
She was knocked out. When she awakened he was gone. She reached down between her legs and found her cunt to be sore and sensitive. Her tits felt sore, also. She brushed her hand against one and the hand came away sticky. She realized what the stickiness was. She pulled her hand away and looked at it curiously. His seed! He had come on her tits. His cum! She went to sleep again.
That had been only the beginning. The days passed into months and Adam and Donald had both fucked her constantly. Sometimes they would go separately and sometimes together. They fucked her in every position and she began to crave them.
Then they started bringing others and she fucked them at command. She fucked any man they brought, and even a few boys, and once a woman.
She was completely their slave and she would be forever. She was afraid of them and she loved them. It was a strange relationship.
And now she was here with the others, ready to be raffled off like a piece of merchandise.
"You haven't answered my question," Boss said. "When did you first learn to enjoy it?"
"Almost at the beginning," she said.
"I thought so. You look like the type."
Boss leaned back and cradled his head with his hands.
"Okay," he said. "Take it off. Show me what you've got."
Her gown had only a lacy bow at the top. She undid the gown and gracefully shrugged it off her shoulders.
Boss smiled in admiration. Her body was good. Her tits were firm and proud and nicely tanned. Her pubic bush was cropped in the shape of a heart. There was a very thin scar under her left tit that he knew had been put there with Donald's belt!
He would have to talk to Donald about being more careful. Scarred merchandise was not salable.
"Turn around," he demanded.
She did a turn showing him all of her rounded body.
"You are nice," he admitted. "You'll make a good woman for the harem. Come here."
She approached him. He made her halt at the edge of the bed while he admired her firm body.
"Damn nice," he said again. "Later on I want you to show me some tricks, but now I just want you to follow my instructions. Do you under stand?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good. Then take my cock in your hand."
Her face grew softer as she reached for him. She wrapped her long fingers around his meaty cock and began to stroke him. She rubbed the loose skin back and forth and there was a dreamy expression on her face.
"A woman fuck machine," Boss said. "When they take all the pride and starch out of you that's all you have left. An ability to fuck."
She didn't argue with him as she stroked his cock.
"Take my cock in your mouth," he said.
She climbed onto the bed with him and positioned herself between his legs. She never missed a stroke. She bent her head and took his cock into her mouth. He had a faint taste she couldn't identify but she didn't mind it. She knew only that she was hot between her legs and it was a randy state that she was always in when she sucked cocks. Donald had made her that way.
She took more of his meaty cock between her lips.
"That's good, baby," he moaned. "That's fine." She was somehow pleased that he liked the way she was sucking his cock. She released his cock and ran her tongue down the underside of his stiff flesh. She sucked one of his heavy balls into her mouth. She rolled it in her mouth for a moment and then moved to his other ball. She tongued this ball for a moment and then ran her tongue down to the crack of his ass.
He didn't protest so she went lower. Her tongue was now at the rim of his ass and she began to stick her tongue in. For a moment she rimmed him and then she moved back to his cock once more.
This time she grasped his cock with her hand and began to tease the hole with her tongue. She opened it with her tongue and went inside and he gave a groan of pleasure. She tongued him there for a moment and then she once more sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.
She began to nibble gently at the head of his cock. She would go down on him a little and then scrape her teeth against his sensitive flesh as she drew her head away.
"Jesus," he groaned. "You're killing me, baby." She smiled to herself. He had used a good choice of words because that's what she did to men with her mouth. She killed them. She drew their insides out through their pricks and they were not any good for any other woman. At least that's what she told herself and it helped her to give a fine blow job.
Now she sucked his prick into her mouth all the way to his balls and she began to suck on him furiously. He could not hold back.
"Jesus," he said. "I'm coming. Oh shit, I'm coming. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!"
And he came, filling her mouth with his hot cum, and she sucked at him greedily. She took every drop into her mouth and swallowed it down and she kept sucking him until he had to push her away.
Kathy Cross had left school five minutes early that day. She had told her teacher that she didn't feel well but the truth was that her cunt was burning hot. She didn't know what she was going to do with herself. She wanted her brother's cock in her hot pussy but she knew her brother would never agree to that.
She walked home slowly. What could she do? She had thought about other boys but most boys her own age were too busy hating girls. Sex had not even crossed their minds. She was afraid of just approaching a man, and besides, what she really wanted was her brother.
But she needed something to cure her heat. Jimmy Bailey was cutting the grass when she got home. Jimmy was a year ahead of her in school. Donald paid him to cut the grass during the summer months.
Today he had his shirt off and his tanned body was glistening with sweat. He had the same bull build that her brother Donald had because Jimmy worked out with weights all the time.
Of course he had none of the animal magnetism that Donald had. Still, looking at his chest made little tingles start in her cunt.
She wondered what his cock would look like.
Would it be as meaty-looking as Donald's? Would it have the same curve to it? Would it be as long, as magnificent? Would it be just a little boy's prick or could it help the itch between her thighs?
How would she get him to fuck her? She told herself that she was only playing mental games, but she made a plan in her mind. Her brothers would not return until after dark. They never did on a Monday night because of their work. She never made supper for them on Mondays.
So she would have plenty of time.
Somehow she would have to lure Jimmy into the house.
How?
It was hot and that gave her an idea. He was hot and sweaty and a cold drink would go fine. Quickly she went into the house and into her bedroom.
She studied her clothes for a long while before she decided what to change into. She had no tits. Only tiny buds that would soon blossom, but that didn't help her now. She knew the best part of her was her nicely curved ass. Her brothers were always patting her there and telling her how much the boys would love it someday.
She changed into a brief halter top with a little padding and a pair of the tightest white shorts she had. She wore no panties. In front her cuntal mound was easily visible.
Maybe he'd go for it. Maybe he wouldn't. She could only try and see.
She went back into the kitchen and made a cool pitcher of tea. She cut some lemons and put them on a plate and walked to the back door.
"Jimmy," she called. "It's awfully hot out there. Wouldn't you like something cool to drink?"
Jimmy was certainly agreeable to that. He cut off his lawnmower and hurried to the house. It had been a long day for him. Eirst school and then three yards to cut. He was making good money but he had no time for any fun.
He was surprised when he stepped through the kitchen door. He had seen Kathy around before. She had always struck him as just a little girl.
But there was nothing little-girlish about her outfit. He could practically count her pussy hairs through her tight shorts. He swallowed and tried to take his mind off that. He wouldn't want to be caught messing around with the sister of the Cross brothers. They were mean boys to mess with.
A fellow could get a lot of broken bones from looking at their sister the way Jimmy was looking at her.
But he couldn't help it. Her tight shorts and curving ass made his heart start pounding.
Jimmy had never fucked a girl. Oh, he had come close to it a couple of times. There was the young girl who lived next door to him, for instance. She was about his age but she already had a nice body. She was always inviting Jimmy over. The problem was that she was a tease.
She liked to kiss and fondle but no more than that. She threatened to scream every time Jimmy offered to take his prick out!
And there was his baby-sitter, Jane. Jane was a young woman of nineteen and she was beautiful. She had a mature body and a good personality.
Jimmy never protested about having her for a baby-sitter, even at his age, because she always brought a dirty book and read to him. While she read, she would allow him to touch her breasts through the blouse she wore, or she would consent to jerk him off, but she wouldn't allow him to go any farther than that. She told him that a girl would come along soon enough to take his cherry. She didn't want to be the first.
But that didn't help Jimmy's horny state.
"Do you like iced tea?" Kathy's voice brought him out of his daydream. "I can put lots of lemon in it."
"Please," he said.
He didn't care about the tea. He didn't care about anything except those tight shorts so close to him that he could almost take a bite out of her ass. He wished that he dared to take a bite. He wondered how Kathy would taste.
Kathy put his iced tea before him and he took a deep drink of it. Anything to cool him down. The tea didn't help a bit. His prick was jumping beneath his tight blue jeans.
"It sure is hot," Kathy said. "On days like this I like to lay out in the yard."
"You do?" Jimmy questioned.
"Oh yes. Sometimes I can lie out in the sun for hours. Can't you?"
"I burn," Jimmy said. "I get hot too easily."
"I just bet you do," Kathy laughed.
Jimmy took another sip of tea. Kathy sat down and crossed her legs. She had good legs for such a young girl. They were already getting a womanly shape.
"Jimmy?" Kathy asked. "Do you know much about girls?"
Jimmy almost choked on his tea. "I know a little," he said. "I've got girlfriends."
"What do you do with them?" Kathy asked. Jimmy didn't like the way the conversation was going. He didn't want to talk about his girls with Kathy, but yet there was something to the way she asked the question that excited him.
He wanted to leave but his legs wouldn't move.
"You shouldn't ask things like that," Jimmy croaked.
"Why? Do you do dirty things with them?"
"Of course not. It's just that little girls shouldn't ask questions like that."
"I'm not a little girl. I'm twelve and I know more than you think I do. After all, my brothers bring girls home all the time."
"They do?" Jimmy asked. "How do you know that?"
Jimmy was growing more excited by the minute. He had a mental picture of her brothers bringing girls to the house. Good-looking girls! Grown-up girls! Girls like Jane.
"I look at them. Sometimes they do things on the couch or on the floor and I watch them. They don't care. They think it's funny."
"What do they do?" Jimmy asked. The bulge between his legs was growing worse and he shifted his weight to relieve some of the pressure.
"You know," Kathy said coyly.
"No," he said. "What do your brothers do with the girls?"
"Lots of things. But I like it the best when they take all their clothes off and they stick their things into the girls. She groans and screams so it must feel good."
"Would you like to feel one?" Jimmy asked.
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He expected to be killed. He expected she would start screaming and tell her brothers and they would kill him. Instead she licked her lips and looked at him in a curious way.
"Why?" she asked. "Do you want me to feel yours?"
"Yes."
Kathy walked over to the kitchen door and closed it. She looked back at Jimmy. "Let's go into my bedroom. It's cooler in there."
Jimmy followed her through the house with his heart hammering in his throat. He was afraid of what might happen, and he was afraid it wouldn't happen, and he was afraid that her brothers would catch him while it was happening. But he couldn't stop now. His prick was urging him on.
He entered her bedroom and she closed and locked the door. Kathy turned to him and put her hands on her hips. There was a slight smile on her face.
"Well," she said. "Let's see it."
Clumsily Jimmy opened his fly and let his prick spring free. It was half-hard and trembling. He saw Kathy eyeing it and then she put out her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
"So long," Kathy breathed.
She began to stroke his cock and he grew immediately hard. Kathy stepped back.
"It's not as big as my brothers but it's nice," she admitted. "Come on now. If you're going to fuck me let's get undressed."
They both undressed quickly. Kathy didn't have much of a body except for her delicious-looking ass, but Jimmy was only concerned about the sparse patch of pubic hair between her legs. Little-girl hair that would soon become woman hair that guarded the wonderful paradise between her legs.
Jimmy wasn't sure what to do next but Kathy knew everything.
She walked to her bed, lay back and spread her legs wide so that he was looking into her pink cunt.
"Come on," she said. "Hurry. I'm on fire!"
He bent between her legs. Her hand groped between them and found his prick. Her hand guided his cock to her virgin cunt.
"There," she said. "Push."
He pushed. His prick wouldn't move.
"Push harder, dammit!" Kathy commanded.
He tightened and pushed his hard prick against her pussy. His cock-head seemed to break through something and then he was pushing inside her cunt.
He was going deeper and deeper.
"More," she demanded. "More! It doesn't hurt!"
He pushed harder until he was all the way inside her virgin cunt. It was a wonderful experience. His prick was enveloped by a warmness he had never known before.
"Oh Jesus," he moaned. "That feels good."
"Yes," Kathy agreed. "Yes!"
Kathy was finally experiencing a cock in her cunt and she loved it. She had closed her eyes and imagined that it was Donald's monster cock that was pushing into her cunt. It was Donald's cock that was tearing at her virgin walls and making the delicious tingles run up and down her body.
"Oh fuck me harder!" she begged, and her ass hurried the rhythm.
Jimmy allowed her to set the pace, and he loved it. He felt the ache deep in his balls and knew he did not have long left. Her cunt was just too tight for him to control himself. He closed his eyes and thought of Jane and how her wiser, experienced cunt would feel wrapped around his cock.
"Oh God," Kathy groaned. "You're giving it to me too good! Too good! Oh shit! Fuck me, Jimmy! Fuck me good! I can feel you growing! Oh I'm going to come! Oh mother fucking shit, I'm going to come!"
Jimmy was right behind her as his cum exploded into the warmth of her hot cunt. He had been saving his cum for a long while for a woman. Now he poured it into this little girl's slit until he flooded her.
"Jesus," Kathy murmured as he drew away. "You came more than my brothers."
Jimmy felt proud at the compliment. He may not have had as big a prick as her brother's but he had more cum. He smiled.
"Turn over, Kathy," he said. "And get up on your knees. I want to fuck you in the ass."
"Oh no," Kathy said firmly. "You'll never get me there. That would hurt too bad."
But her ass was her most beautiful part and Jimmy's prick was already begging for more. Kathy opened her eyes wide at his already hard prick brushing against her thigh.
"My God! You get hard quick!"
"Turn over," he pleaded.
"Okay." She looked dubious. "But if I say stop, you have to stop!"
Kathy turned over and got into a sort of fetal position. Her legs were drawn up underneath her and her ass was easily gotten at.
She felt his hard prick brush at her asshole. He positioned himself over her and his prick brushed again at her anus. He took his cock in hand and guided it to her lovely hole.
He pressed downward.
"Jesus," Kathy moaned at the sudden pain. "You can't! It's going to hurt too bad!"
She tried to roll out from under him but he suddenly lunged forward and implanted his cock halfway in her ass. Kathy almost blacked out with the pain. She tried to unfold herself but he was once more pressing his cock into her ass.
"No!" she pleaded. "Stop! It hurts!"
But Jimmy was beyond hearing her. His prick was going deeper and deeper into her ass. Finally he was in her up to his balls. He rested like that for a moment.
Kathy had never known such pain. She waited for more to come but it didn't. He was in her and he was still. For a few moments they remained like that and then Kathy began to experience the tingles again.
She hadn't realized she could have a climax from being fucked in the ass, but that was what was happening.
"Okay," she said. "Fuck me. But be gentle."
He was gentle. He began to coax his cock in and out of her ass with a gentle rhythm and it felt good. After a while, Kathy began to move her ass up to meet his thrusting cock.
"God," she said. "I'm feeling it again. Oh shit, I'm going to come! I'm going to come! I can feel you squirting into my ass! Oh fucking Jesus! Oh fuck!"
This time they fell together as their climaxes overwhelmed them.
"Jesus," Kathy said as he fell away. "I never knew anything could feel that good."
"Neither did I," Jimmy said. "Neither did I."
Jimmy was up and cutting the grass before the two brothers got home.