Rick listened, his eyes becoming round saucers of shock and amazement as his sister sat opposite him in his room, telling him what she had made Don do to her in the movie theater.
When she had finally finished the entire story, Rick realized that he had a raging hard-on. He could hardly contain himself. Far from being jealous as he would have thought he'd be, he found that the entire story had stimulated him no end. It opened up all sorts of possibilities that he had never dreamed possible.
"And then he brought you right home?" he asked… his eyes sparkling.
"Oh, yes… he wouldn't even speak to me… wouldn't touch me! Dropped me off in front of the house and drove off… Guess he won't be home 'til late tonight!"
"Yeah!" Rick replied. "Mom's gonna miss him!"
"I'll bet!" MaryAnn laughed.
"MaryAnn? Do you think…"
"Do I think what?"
"Do you think that maybe… maybe I could… could touch…"
"Touch what? Who? Rick, will you please say something!"
MaryAnn watched as her brother's face turned scarlet… and finally he blurted out, "… touch Mom the way Don touched you!"
MaryAnn thought for a moment… and then replied, "Well, maybe… maybe I could get Don, I mean Daddy," she quickly corrected, "to arrange it somehow!" She got up, suddenly excited by the idea and started removing her short skirt and blouse. Rick sat watching, his young penis throbbing expectantly.
"Meanwhile, baby brother…" MaryAnn said smiling and removing her bra. "Maybe you'd like to practice with me… even if I am only your sister!"
The gently pulsating tips of her upcurved breasts approached Rick's face as MaryAnn slowly and deliberately approached him, her young body swaying as she walked. Her thumbs hooked against the edge of her panties and she peeled them down over her rounded young hips and the whiteness of her thighs as she reached him.
Rick bent low to inhale the gentle fragrance of her light brown, fuzz-covered pussy and as he did so, he clasped his arms around her small naked waist and drew the warm, mysterious triangle of his sister's loins tightly against his face.
Don finally drove back to the house. He'd been in three bars and had had twice as many double scotches. His eyes felt bloodshot and he knew he reeked of whisky as he turned his door key in the lock. He had seriously considered going elsewhere for the night, but the thought of a hotel made him certain he would do away with himself in despair and the only place for him after all was said and done, was home.
All the lights in the living room were off. A bad sign, he thought. Laura had not even left a waiting lamp for him. Stumbling in the darkness, he sensed all of their presences in the house… the child-woman, MaryAnn… it made his blood run cold to think of her… her brother… he recalled what she'd said about the two of them watching him and Laura… Watching, for Chrissakes! As he reached the door to his bedroom, he became suddenly absolutely furious with his new wife.
"Laura!" he yelled as he entered the room. "You little cunt! This is all your fault!"
Laura sat up brusquely in bed, rapidly turning on the bed lamp. Fear contorted her beautiful face… fear and surprise. She was the one who had planned to be angry when her husband finally returned home. Well, there was no question of that now. None at all! She had never seen him look like that… never known him to go out drinking.
"What's wrong?" she asked meekly, cringing back under the covers. She was alarmed when Don just stood there, wavering on unsteady feet, glaring at her ominously. She wondered what he was going to do… and for the first time since she had known him, she began to think that she had married a complete stranger. This growling ape standing at the bedroom door so little resembled the man with whom she'd chosen to spend the rest of her life that she began to tremble just watching him.
Slamming the door behind him, Don started toward her.
"Don!" she cried. "You've been drinking, you… you stay away from me…"
Don fumed, walking still closer. "You idiot! Of course I've been drinking. I should think that would be perfectly obvious… even to someone as blind as you are!"
Tears sprang from Laura's eyes as the words hit her. "Oh, God!" she thought. "Oh, dear God!"
Horrified, she saw that Don was removing his clothes. He sat down heavily on the bed beside her and she moved as far as possible to the other side. First he kicked off his shoes and then his socks. He stood and unloosened his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. Laura thought she glimpsed a big stain on the front of his shorts, but she couldn't be sure. The whole scene was so completely unreal… nothing seemed normal. As Don pulled his shorts down, Laura was shocked to see his prick in a state of full erection, the bloated head poised in mid-air, angry and red as his face.
"You like it, baby?" Don asked lewdly, shaking the swollen cock up and down with one hand.
Laura's mouth hung open. He had never spoken to her like that before… never done such a…
"Well, Daddy's gonna give you a little taste of it… like you've never had before!" His words interrupted her thoughts. Completely nude now, he knelt back on the bed and reached over, roughly pulling the covers away from her trembling nightgowned form.
"Don… don't!" she cried, "Don't…" But he was tugging at her new yellow silk gown, tearing it away from her breasts, revealing their lushness to his fury.
"I hate yellow!" he bellowed suddenly. "Don't ever let me see you wearing it again!"
Sobs racked Laura's firm, supple figure as she tried to scramble away from her husband, but his hands gripped her breasts gruffly, pulling at them and fumbling at the nipples… pushing her down until she was trapped on the bed.
"You bastard!… you're hurting me… let me go… let me go!"
"Shut up! I'm sick of your bullshit!" He screamed back at her. "What you need is… is…" he tried to think of some punishment that would fit her crimes, but he never finished the sentence.
"But what have I done? Don! What have I done????" she cried, still trying to stop his kneading hands as they tore at her voluptuous breasts.
"It's not what you've done…" Don replied. "It's what you haven't done! Now… turn over!"
"What?!"
"Turn over, I said!" He flipped her over, pulling part of the sheet with her and when she lay crying beside him on her stomach, he watched the rise and fall of her white quivering buttocks as they shook with each trembling breath she took. He pulled away the sheet and then the still-clinging fabric of her yellow gown where it was bunched around her waist.
His wife's gleaming cream colored skin appeared in its full nudity, the well-rounded softness of her buttocks staring defenselessly back at him. Her exquisite beauty maddened him tonight and he could only think of ways to humiliate her… to torment her. His cock ached dully and he felt prey to a horrid kind of desire that no normal loving could cure.
He thought of beating her, but that wasn't the answer. Then, as he continued to observe her helplessly wavering ass cheeks, he had a sudden inspiration and reaching over, with his thumbs pressing outward, he spread the full white globes. Leaning over, he peered inside the warm deep crevice of his wife's nakedly trembling buttocks.
"What are you doing?" Laura started to say, but she felt his hand on the back of her head and found her face suddenly pushed down hard into the mattress, and afraid of what he might do to her, she abruptly stopped talking.
With growing panic, she felt him begin to probe inside her now widespread buttocks. His fingers were roaming over the open split, teasing and exploring. He had never touched her there before. Her dazed mind sensed in horror that he was going to make her submit to some kind of horrible indignity, and even as she realized it, his middle finger was pressing experimentally at her tiny puckered anus, spreading it, teasing it… and then suddenly, painfully, it popped up to the first knuckle into the tight virgin hole.
"Aaaaarrrggggg…" she cried out. "Nnooo… Don… Oh, God…nnnoooooooo!!!"
"What you need is a good straightening out… you like to wag your little ass around, don't you? Well, wag it like a good little girl for me now!" Don knew his words weren't making much sense, but he was getting so much pleasure from them and from the sight of his wife squirming on the end of his finger, her firm, well-curved ass trembling helplessly upward at him, that he smiled with diabolical glee.
Savagely, he wormed his finger in further, feeling the tight little hole expand unwillingly at the forced pressure. Laura winced in pain and cried out again, but it only caused him to move his finger around still more within the dark, defensively clenching confines of her virgin rectum. The rubbery outer lips gave a little beneath his prodding and encouraged, Don stuck in another finger.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggg!!!!!!!"
Laura screamed again and again, desperately trying to get away from the maniac she'd married. But Don pinned her back down to the bed with his other hand pressed into her back and continued his attack. He maneuvered around so that he was kneeling back between her legs, looking directly down into the widespread area of her rectum.
"Please stop… oh… oh… oh… please… please stop…" She was crying now. She had never felt such pain… such humiliation.
Her entire backside spread open like that… and him looking in… his fingers working at her secret feminine flesh… it was so awful! She could feel the air blowing across her normally tightly protected rectal channel and the strange intrusion of Don's fingers was the most unnatural thing she'd ever felt.
"Kneel up!" Don commanded.
His words sounded obscenely in her ears and at first, she could not respond.
"I said kneel up!" he shouted, ramming his two fingers hard into her already aching anal passage.
The sharp pain stunned her, but somehow she hoped that by obeying him she would end her torment faster. Perhaps if she changed her position, it wouldn't hurt so much. Obediently, and on shaky knees, she lifted herself up, presenting him with the wide-stretched moons of her buttocks as she rested her hot flushed face upon the perspiration soaked sheet. She kneeled there panting like a trapped animal. It did hurt less like this, she realized and for some reason his fingers remained still for a moment. Then, oddly, his fingers were moving backward… out! Her still clenching rectum closed up again behind their withdrawal and she could feel pure blissful relief all along her rectal passage. Slowly… slowly they moved and then they were completely out. A small popping noise accompanied their exit and Laura was surprised to feel a weird kind of pleasure back there… totally different from anything else she'd known. There was something about her position that was causing it… something about her buttocks being spread lewdly open like that… the curly tendrils of her pussy were also being spread apart by her almost obscene kneeling position and she felt exposed… completely exposed and at the mercy of whatever her husband might do to her next.
Surprisingly, she wanted him to make love to her. Funny little thrills were racing along her spine and her fear seemed to be making her excited! She was conscious of the fact that Don could really do anything he wanted to her now… even kill her if he wanted to! The thought of his superior strength sent a perverse shiver from the tips of her toes up to the nape of her neck. In spite of everything, a growing desire for her husband was sprouting in the pit of her stomach. Her tense vagina felt open and empty and she longed to feel his hardened cock entering her from behind. Oh, God, she wished he would take her now!
Timidly she whispered, "Oh, Don… darling… take me… take me…" She felt her husband's body approach hers and she invitingly rotated her white trembling behind around a little in lewd encouragement. His huge rock-hard cock grazed the naked flesh of her buttocks and she felt a giant tremor of lust in her loins.
"Ooooooh!" she groaned out into the bed below.
"Bitch!" Don yelled. "Take it in your hand!"
Obediently, his new wife's hand reached back behind herself and she enclosed the long pole of his penis in her palm. God; it was big! Shivering with anticipation, she clung to its girth and tried to position her pink, already moist pussy so that he could enter her easily from his kneeling position. To her dismay, he stopped her quickly.
"Not there! Oh, no! It's not gonna be that easy!"
Laura cringed as she felt her husband move his cock from her hand, prying her fingers away so that he could put it where he wanted it. Sheer panic almost blinded her and she clenched her eyes shut as she felt him place the huge blunt tip of it against the tight hairless opening of her rectum.
Don leaned back so that he could watch his cock going in. He observed it as it took up a big place in the soft yielding crevice, worming its way into the tightness of her anus. He could hear her pleading desperately beneath him, but it didn't matter. Her ballooning buttocks remained perfectly positioned for his cock, submissively pointed skyward while he strained hard against the tiny, tightly resisting nether ring. It seemed as though it wouldn't go in. Laura was whimpering and moaning now and he was getting impatient. His balls ached and his cock was tingling. Suddenly he pushed with all the strength he could muster and like a huge battering ram, the thick, bloated prick surged forward, the red, swollen head popping inside her clenching anus with a sudden, brutal thrust.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrggggggg!!!!!" Laura screamed, the sudden entry into her virgin passage of such an enormous instrument caused searing flashes of white to form behind her tightly closed lids. The pain was astounding… she couldn't remember what it felt like not to feel pain. It was everywhere inside her… all around her… an integral part of her.
The burning passage of her anus felt stuffed and torn, and she knew that she would never be the same back there. Hatred welled up in her for what her husband was doing to her… he was ruining her for life!
Above her, Don moaned in ecstasy, letting his giant cock sink all the way in until the flat surface of his hard belly smacked against the bulging moons of his wife's hopelessly impaled buttocks. As he went further and further into her, Laura groaned louder and louder, gasping for breath as though it were blocking her wind passage. Don closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the luxurious feel of her tight clamping nether lips, rippling in rhythmic convolutions around his hard, driving prick. It felt incredible! He began to saw mercilessly into the soft, gently throbbing regions of her defenseless anal canal.
As the plunder of her abused rectum continued, Laura felt the pain ease a little. It wasn't much at first, but it helped. The white searing flashes were gone and then as she heard her husband's moans of pleasure behind her and grew more accustomed to the odd slapping of his stomach against her buttocks and the strangeness of his invading rod sunk deep in her anus, that other sensation began to return. That strange kind of pleasure that seems to grow out of pain! It was a dull pleasure… a different pleasure. There was something obscene about it… it reached different nerve endings from those she was used to. And then again… something about her very helplessness served to make her feel another surge of masochistic pleasure. Don was obviously punishing her for something… something she did not understand… but nevertheless, to her distorted mind, it seemed that she might need punishing! If only for this new lust she was beginning to feel… if only for beginning to enjoy her punishment!
"Oohhhooooohhhhhh!!!" she gasped, feeling the tiny rippling waves of excitement start to overcome her. Absurdly, she began to move backward to meet his forward thrust… the wiggle of her ass upward to greet his powerfully working loins.
"Aaaaahhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" she sighed as the sensuous thrills expanded from her abused anal tunnel to every part of her now totally submissive body. She knew it was wrong, and knowing this made her enjoy it all the more… in fact, every time she visualized herself as someone else might see her, kneeling like this, being sodomized by a hardened male cock, she felt an undeniable surge of pure passion. She felt as though she was truly his – his willing slave!
Pounding furiously into her, Don felt exhilarated by his dominant position. He heard the change in her cries and realized what was happening. Feeling hot flashes of desire spiraling through his driving penis, he pushed it deeper into her anus and left it there a moment, then wormed it around and around in her back passage by grinding his hips back and forth and up and down. Her cries of mixed pain and pleasure were mournful and ecstatic. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the gigantic head buried within the tight elastic opening, paused a second, only to plunge into her to the hilt in one long agonizingly slow stroke. His balls slapped up against her exposed pussy, alive with sperm. He knew he couldn't last much longer… it was a miracle he had been able to last this long! Now he quickened his pace, slipping into her hard and fast, battering against her white shaking buttocks. His hands dug into her waist, his breath came haltingly from his open mouth. He could hear her moaning his name and as he pulled her already widespread cheeks further apart with his thumbs, she started a low, throaty whining noise that almost sent him out of his mind.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried out, his cock swollen to undreamed-of proportions, the thick head pressed hard by his wife's contracting rectum, as her entire body shivered and quaked. He reached under her and grabbed onto her dancing swaying breasts, one large mound of flesh fully occupying each hand.
"Oh, baby… oh, baby… oh, yeah… baby… yeah!"
Laura fucked back at her husband with renewed fervor, her untouched pussy contracting on its own in response to the signals from her rectum. She was cumming too!
"oh, God, Don! Oh, it's good! Sooooo gooooood!!!!!"
Her new husband gasped and gave a mighty thrust into her hotly clenching depths and his wife's wildly clutching behind responded hungrily.
His hot thick semen came in wave after gushing wave of unabashed pleasure as his orgasm climbed to dizzying heights. It seemed as if he had never cum before. He realized that Laura was collapsing on the bed beneath him, her body convulsing as though she were having an epileptic fit. Her anal muscles were climaxing all around his cock, milking and massaging at it as it had never been massaged before. Tears of delight sprung to his eyes as he smashed his wife's moaning, twisting body beneath his, his spending cock still deeply thrust between the gyrating cheeks of her soft, still gently trembling buttocks. He could feel his own cum expanding within the tight passage of her bowels doubling back onto his cock.
It felt warm.
And slippery.
And good.
Rick and MaryAnn slipped down from the window from which they had witnessed the sodomizing of their mother.
"Whew," Rick said.
"Whew is right!" MaryAnn echoed.
They started making their way back to Rick's room.
"Do you think I caused all that?" MaryAnn asked.
"Do you want to try it?" Rick asked, ignoring his sister's compliment-fishing and slipping his hand beneath her skirt, feeling the soft naked surface of her small rounded buttocks.
MaryAnn shivered.
"If you'll be gentle…" she whispered, smiling. She was already thinking of her next meeting with her stepfather… what fun that was going to be!