Dorothy was left alone for the next couple of hours while Vic ran his errands and Len relaxed in the living room watching quiz shows and cartoons on television. She took a long, relaxing bath and washed her hair. With a sense of relief she realized that no harm had come to her, no physical harm. She was humiliated, reduced to nothing but a warm receptacle for their pumping semen.
Her concern for David was growing. He had been locked in his room since yesterday. Not one sound came out. She wondered if he was all right, if he had any way of escaping to rescue her. Then she scoffed, even if he could get free what could he do? Vic and Len were thoughtless, powerful young men who would eagerly enjoy the opportunity to meet him in battle. She was fully dressed in blue jeans and a sweatshirt top when Len sauntered into the bedroom.
Dorothy felt a resurgence of the fear he inspired in her. “Well, well, look who's all cleaned up and bright faced,” he drawled. “I should make some breakfast,” she said. “Yep, that's a good idea.
But I been thinking. Thinking about you and that you might try escaping on us.” “No, I can't escape,” she said. “Sure. And I can't get a hard-on,” he sneered. “I want you to take all the clothes out of your closet and put them in suitcases,” he added.
“What? Why?” “Just as a precaution. I don't think you'll be running off in what I let you wear.” “But, Len… that's…”
“Shut up!” he snapped. “Just do as I say! And make sure you get everything in the suitcase because I'll check. And every piece of clothing except underwear that's left out will mean five hard slaps across your ass with my belt. Get it?” Dorothy nodded. He was a despicable bastard, absolutely capable of whipping her. “Now you got fifteen minutes to get it done or I'll dump the clothes in the fireplace and we'll have ourselves a little bonfire!” He left the room and Dorothy did as she was instructed. It broke her heart to empty everything from the closet and stuff her pants and dresses and blouses into two large suitcases. As an afterthought she withdrew one complete set of clothes, slacks and a nice blouse. She tucked them into a small cosmetic case along with her hair brush, tooth brush and assorted necessities. It was her emergency kit, just in case.
Dorothy slid the case under her bed and stood up. She was dusting her hands and knees when Len returned. He visually inspected her closet and went through the drawers of her dresser. With a satisfied nod he turned and looked inside the two suitcases. “Everything's there,” Dorothy said. He nodded, then grinned. “Oh, gosh, Dorothy I hate to say this cause you tried so hard to do everything like I said. But you've made some mistakes, they'll cost you ten whacks on that sweet ass of yours.” “What? No, I got everything, honest!”
He shook his head. “Nope. You got a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt still out of the suitcases. You have to pay the price for forgetting them.” “What?” She looked down at herself and saw she was referring to the clothes she had on. “But I'm wearing these,” she protested in a weak voice. “Get 'em off and into this suitcase, stupid! I told you everything and I meant it!” “But what will I wear?” she asked. “No questions! Now strip!” With trembling fingers Dorothy hoisted the sweatshirt up and over her head. The bra-covered mounds of breast shone like white beacons on her chest as she unzipped the jeans and stepped out of them. Her white panties hugged all her curving anatomy like a thin coat of paint. Len licked his lips as he saw the bulging outline of her swollen pussy. She placed the clothing in the suitcase while keeping her eyes averted.
His constant, leering stares were making her ill. She hated his piercing eyes. She closed the suitcase and turned to him. “Now what do I wear?” she asked. His eyes traveled from the full outcropped breasts down her belly and narrow waist before settling again on the pulpy fill of her panty crotch. She saw he was rested from this morning, the thick lump of arousal was back in his pants. “Get that bra and panties off.” “But you said I didn't have to pack them.”
“I didn't tell you to pack them, I said get 'em off your tits and ass!” he snapped. Dorothy reluctantly reached back and unsnapped her bra. It fell from her succulent tits and pink nipples with a gradual slide. Len felt his cock throb with fire as the soft, relaxed nipples filled his vision. As she lowered her underpants the cap of whispering blond hair excited him even more. She stood before him totally nude, embarrassed. A slight blush colored her cheeks. He grinned and stood up. “Okay, follow me, my dear and we'll get you some more suitable clothing.” She cradled her rocking breasts with one arm and tried her best to cover her crotch while following him into the unkempt, filthy mess he and Vic called their bedroom. Len dug into his dresser and yanked out a white shirt. It was an undershirt, the thin cotton type with tank straps at the shoulder. “See how this fits,” he mumbled while once again staring at the enticing beauty of her bare crotch. “But… But it's so small,” she meekly said.
“Yeah, I know. I haven't worn it in years… It shrank in the wash. Now squeeze your big tits into it.” Dorothy worked the ribbed material over her head as Len watched her breasts wobble and bounce. She had to stretch the shirt over the tits and squash them up inside it was so tight. The breasts pressed out with swollen fullness against the cotton, each nipple was perfectly outlined and readily visible as a pink circle under the cloth. “Yeah, that's nice.
Especially the way your suckers slide out at each side,” Len remarked.
Dorothy looked down. The wide-cut armholes were pulled forward by her filling breasts-each one managed to slide sideways and large gobs of her pure white flesh were forced into sight. But the worst thing was the length. It came down to her hips and stopped. Just enough to cover her crotch if she held very still and didn't inhale too deeply.
But when she moved, walked, bent, the bottom rose up high and slid above the roundness of her ass. “Fits perfect,” Len said. “We can keep our eyes on your nice ass and cunt to make sure they don't get lonely. And whenever we want a piece of tit all we have to do is this.” He shot his hand out and caught a finger inside the neck part of the shirt. With a quick tug he jerked it forward, the material stretched out and each breast slipped sideways into the armholes. Her tits were widespread and forced into sight with distorted, stretched fullness. Len snickered as she worked each breast back into the cover of the shirt She wanted to cry. Even covered the shirt afforded the breasts no privacy. They looked obscene, they were so compressed and visible. “Okay,” Len quietly said. “Now you can cook me up some eggs and bacon.” He constantly followed her with his eyes never leaving the exposed sections of her ass, the billowing breasts, the occasional glimpses of blond hair. She stood before the stove frying his eggs as he sat at the table watching. She hoped he was satisfied for the present and now wished Vic was back. At least Vic had tried to impose some humanity on Len. But Len was on his feet and giggling. He reached for one of the eggs still in the carton. “I have an idea,” he snickered. “A great idea.” Dorothy shuddered with fear as he took her arm and pulled her to the kitchen table. “Lay on your back on the table,” he said. “Why?” she asked. His face became menacing. “Just do as I say!” She eased her fanny up onto the table and lay back. It was a cold table top but she didn't even feel it her pulse was pounding so hard. What was he going to do with that egg? She found out soon enough. He pushed her legs up and back to peer down at the pink-lipped tenderness of her firm cunt.
She grimaced as she felt his fingers crudely poke inside and start to search for wetness. She was dry. With a curse Len grabbed the butter and smeared a gob up into her gash. She felt the cold grease as he worked it into a liquid smear across her crotch. “Please…” she moaned. “Quit your bitching,” he mumbled. Then the fingers were gone and she felt the egg, still in the shell, pressing at her buttered crack. “What are you doing?” she pleaded. “I'm gonna let you play chicken, baby. You're gonna lay an egg for Vic.”
“No… oh, no…” He pushed slowly against the end of the white egg until it sank completely inside her moist, red lips. Then using his fingers he pushed it deep inside her cunt. “Okay, now I want you to hold that little sucker in there.” “I can't,” she moaned.
“It'll fall out.” “Jesus Christ! Hold that fucking egg in your cunt and squat on the floor! I don't want you hatching it until I say so! Understand!” His voice was loud, insistent, and he emphasized each word by unbuckling his thick leather belt. The lump in her pussy was a stretching, filling ball of cold and she knew it could easily break. The horrifying thought of sharp, broken eggshells inside her tender hole made Dorothy move with great caution. She slid from the table and down to the floor. Amazingly, the egg stayed in place.
Len took an empty frying pan and slid it between her feet. “Now squat down over the pan and cluck!” “Oh… God…” In total humiliation Dorothy slowly squatted down, the tee-shirt rode up to her waist and her bare ass was completely exposed. “Very good!” Len laughed. “Now cluck!” A sob escaped her lips and Dorothy started to cry. But she saw him start to withdraw his belt from around his waist and with all the courage she could muster Dorothy moaned, “Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!” “Good girl! Now flap your arms like a chicken!” She stretched her arms out to each side while tears streamed down her cheeks. As she flapped them the breasts poured from the shirt and wobbled endlessly beside each armpit. Len was in hysterics, he slapped his thighs and enjoyed her demonstration completely. His eyes also teared up, but from laughter. “Okay, my little chickadee… Now lay your egg!” he howled with mirth.
Dorothy's lips were quivering with each breath as she did her best to relax, to let the egg slide from her. It took more than that, she had to tighten her stomach muscles and push, force the large thing from her cunt. It moved very fast once it started, it slid from her wet pussy lips and dropped straight down into the waiting frying pan and cracked open. “Yeah! Great shot!” Len cried with victory.
“Now you wait for Vic to get back and fry that nice egg up for him. I want to see him gobble it down!” Dorothy's face held a firm expression of pure hatred as she stood up and pulled the shirt down to cover herself. As she pushed her breasts back inside Len stepped real close and hissed, “And if you tell him what we did with that egg I'll make you eat one that comes out of your asshole!” Her whole face trembled and more tears burst from her red, pleading eyes. Len laughed heartily as she finished his breakfast and served him. He made her stand at the side of the table while he ate and each time he wanted his mouth wiped he turned to her. She was forced to use the shirt as his napkin, to stretch it up to his puckered lips and pat away the grease. When he was done she had to wipe his face with her breasts, back and forth, back and forth until they slid once again from the inadequate attire. “Shit, those tits of yours are just like two more big fried eggs,” he remarked. “I think for tomorrow's breakfast I'll have you tuck some toast and bacon between them… then I'll eat it all up. Jelly too.” Dorothy did her best to remain silent and ignore his stares as she did the dishes. But he didn't let up on her for one minute during the whole morning. A sense of great relief came over her when she heard the truck pulling into the driveway. Vic was back; at least he might stifle some of Len's disgusting, humiliating games and stunts. Vic was shocked by her outfit and wanted to know why. Len told him it was a security measure, he had her clothes in their bedroom. She wouldn't dare try to escape with nothing on but his scandalous undershirt. Vic sat at the table while Dorothy fried his egg along with two others. Len watched in silence, a smug grin on his face. “I got your pay here,” Vic said. “Two hundred thirty dollars.” “Two hundred thirty? It's ten short!” Len complained.
“I know! I had to pay for the groceries. They came to twenty bucks, ten each!” “Oh! But what about the hundred you owe me from that poker game last month?” “Aw, shit Len, I'll pay you that but not this week. I need my money…” “Horseshit! You been telling me that all month! Pay up for Christ's sake!” Vic grudgingly peeled off five twenty dollar bills and gave them to Len. “I ain't ever gambling with you again, dammit.” Len laughed. “Not even flipping the coin?” “Shut up.” Vic devoured the eggs Dorothy placed before him as Len forced himself to keep a semi-serious expression. After eating his breakfast Vic looked over at the smug face of his brother and said, “Okay, you've had most of the morning with her-now I want my turn.” “Sure, Vic. She's yours,”
Len magnanimously answered. “Alone. In private.” “What? You bashful or something?” Vic frowned. “No, I just don't want you in the way. You have a way of turning things into a disgusting mess.”
“Hah ha ha! Look who's talking?” Len laughed. Dorothy wanted to die with humiliation as she sat there listening to the two animals argue over who got her when and how. Anger flushed her cheeks but she couldn't bring words to her mouth. It was the attire. The embarrassing, scandalous shirt bothered her so much she wanted to attract as little attention as possible. Vic was on his feet and pulling her by the wrist from the room as he yelled back at his jeering brother, “Remember now, you stay out until I'm done!”
“Eat shit,” Len snorted. “Goddamn asshole, I think you're falling for her, that's what I think.” “Just stay out!” He dragged Dorothy back into her bedroom and closed the door. As a precaution he braced a chair under the doorknob. Then he faced Dorothy. His eyes couldn't help but drink in the tightly dressed lumps of abundant flesh and curves. She shakily pushed her hail out of her eyes and wondered what he was thinking. She was surprised as he said, “Listen, I'm sorry if he did anything nasty this morning. I had to go into town, it bothered me to leave you here with him alone.” “I survived,” she dryly said. “I didn't like what he did last night, either,” Vic continued. “You know, making you use your mouth like that.” It suddenly occurred to Dorothy that she was dealing with a real thick-headed dumb-bell. He was offended because Len had made her suck his cock. What an ass! She had actually enjoyed it after driving the ugly face of Len from her mind. She looked at Vic with all the innocence she could muster and batted her long eyelashes. “That's very considerate of you, Vic.” “Thanks,” he said. Then he swallowed.
“Uh, take off that silly shirt now.” “Why? Are you going to rape me again? After apologizing for your brother's filthy behavior you're going to have the guts to rape me?” He seemed confused. It was perfectly all right in his mind to make her fuck as long as it was a normal kind of fuck-no weird stuff like cock-sucking. “Yeah,” he answered rather defensively. “I'm gonna fuck you. Fuck you real good.”
“You jerk,” she hissed while shifting her shoulders and pulling the shirt quickly off her head. “Come on, I'll let you fuck me all right. Come on.” She lay on the bed and opened her legs wide apart to entice him. With shaking hands Vic started stripping away his clothes as she reached down with her own hand and stroked at her cunt.
In a few moments she had her juices worked up, the pussy lips were red and shone with lubricated brilliance. Vic climbed onto the bed and brought his naked body next to hers. Dorothy grabbed his stiff, hot cock and stroked. He allowed that, even closed his eyes and sighed. She pumped fast and hard to quickly excite the shaft, make the head swell with lust and flare out like a fresh mushroom. Her other hand slid down between his legs and started to massage his balls, roll them back and forth in their loose, fuzzy-haired scrotum. It turned him on to a great degree. His hips made a sudden jerk, he gasped for air. That's when Dorothy made her move. She rolled downward and opened her mouth. Before Vic realized what was happening she had his cock between her sucking lips and was running her soaked, warm tongue back and forth across the head. “No…” he mumbled with helplessness. But she was sucking it deep, driving her face down hard to engulf the spike with her twisting, swirling mouth. His body shuddered violently as she pumped her head with great speed up and down his shaft. It was like a stick of burning iron in her lips as they collapsed tight around each inch of the trembling pole. Vic was aghast, he wanted to pull her away but couldn't do it, it felt too good. But it was destroyed for him. His image, his idol, his virgin beauty no longer the pure, sweet, innocent thing he had imagined. He could justify her sucking a cock if she was forced… but this was by no means involuntary. She had climbed right down there and sucked his cock into her mouth like a starving, lust-crazed old whore after a big tip. He wanted to cry, to scream. Her jutting ass was high in the air, the red, wet lips of her cunt hung enticingly below.
Even the splendid vision made him reel with remorse… Dorothy wasn't the nice girl he thought she was. She knew she was blowing his mind as well as his cock. With a passionate grab at his shoulders she pulled her mouth from his soaked rod and threw her gyrating body against his. On an impulse she pressed her mouth to his and drove her snaking tongue between his lips. Vic stiffened as he tasted the flavor of his own, well-sucked cock. “Fuck me, Vic! Let me feel your splendid cock inside me! I want it now!” she groaned with extreme eagerness. Vic shoved her shoulders until Dorothy was flat on her back. She saw the anger in his eyes, the sad disappointment and broken illusions. With a set, unsmiling face he pressed his cock with force at the warm tenderness of her slit. Dorothy heaved her hips to each side and felt his cock head wash back and forth. Then with a seething groan she hoisted up into the blunt end and felt it squeeze inside her hot lips. Her hands grabbed greedily at his ass as she entwined her legs about his and lifted hard to fill herself with thundering cock. “Yes…” she moaned. “Oh, it feels so good! I love to have cock in me.” “I'll say you do,” Vic finally mumbled as her body twisted with abandon under him. “You're acting like a whore. A dirty fucking whore.” She laughed in his face and cried back, “And what do you want, you fool? A wife?” He smashed his cock into her with all the force he had but she was able to cushion the blow with her deftly moving hips. She humped up hotly and ground her twat in circles against his stiff spike, then said calmly, “Come on, Vic, let go. Relax. Let your cock enjoy my pussy.” “Cut it out, dammit. Keep your damned mouth shut!” he yelled with fury.
She giggled again. “What's the matter, Vic, am I ruining it for you? Do you want me to cry and moan and protest while you rape me?”
“I'm not raping!” he cried. Her face went serious. “Then just what the hell do you think it is, huh? Do you think I'd ever fuck you if I didn't have to, if you and that son-of-a-bitch brother of yours weren't forcing me with threats and violence?” “Dammnit, shut up!” She rose up and licked her hot tongue across his face.
Her hands tore fiercely at his large-cheeked ass and she whipped her cunt rapidly along his cock before whispering, “You're a rapist, Vic.
A sick, perverted rapist.” He slapped her across the face with an animal brutality. She was caught by surprise, her head reeled, the taste of blood flooded her mouth. His hands mashed into her breasts and squeezed with angry fury to vent his feelings on her. She could feel his cock digging inside her like a shovel, trying to cause pain, trying to make her whimper and cry for mercy. It hurt. Her body was a lump of jangled, pounding nerves, her nipples felt like they would burst he squeezed the tits with such rage. But Dorothy refused to cry out, she held it all in and somehow managed to let out a loud, mocking laugh which rang in his ears and only increased his wrath.
“Shut up! Shut up! Dammit!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Dorothy swallowed her laughter. The pain was excruciating and she now wanted him to stop. The taunting had gone far enough, he was receiving absolutely no pleasure from her now. She could feel it inside her, his cock head had lost the wide, excited flare, it felt smaller, less aroused. She prayed her plan would work. It was something she had thought of on the spur of the moment, something very daring and possibly dangerous. She intended to not let Vic enjoy her, to do anything and everything which might ruin the pleasant atmosphere he seemed to need so much when with her. She really had no idea what her actions might make him do… but it was at least a plan. On the other hand she would let Len have his way, there was very little choice there anyway. He wanted her humiliated, begging, tortured and was quite successful at getting what he wanted. She hoped to increase the rivalry between the two by denying Vic and satisfying Len. The only problem was she had no idea what would result. Vic felt his cock shrinking inside her and with a foul curse pulled away. His cock slid from her hole and he left the bed in silence. While he dressed she watched him work his lips together with angry thought, he was unhappy, furious. Dorothy was dying to know what was going on in his head. He stood up and said, “I'll fix your filthy ass for this, you slut!” “But, Vic,” she melodically said, “I was only trying to make you happy.” “You're a whore! A fucking whore!”
“What's the matter? Aren't whores fun to fuck?” He stormed from the room and Dorothy lay on the bed wondering what would happen.
She didn't have to wait long. The door opened again and Len stepped inside. “What the shit did you do to loverboy?” he asked. “He's stomping around the house like you bit his cock off!” “I don't know what's wrong,” she innocently said. Len's eyes were all over her nudeness and she suddenly felt embarrassed again. Dorothy grabbed the blankets and covered herself. He smiled and sat next to her on the bed. “Get those covers off your body or I'll make you stuff 'em up your ass…” he hissed. Dorothy slowly pushed the blankets away and Len resumed his hungry staring. His hands brushed across her breasts and squeezed until the nipples stiffened and pointed out sharply. He kept her on her back as the hands roamed everywhere, touching, pinching, feeling the lushness and poking into her openings.
Vic had given her just enough screwing to make her good and wet, his finger slid easily inside her pussy. “You're dripping, baby,” Len whispered. A second finger joined the first and he twisted them back and forth. When the third finger tried to force inside her Dorothy made a painful moan. “Please… that hurts,” she said. He liked that. The third finger jammed in beside the other two and they started gouging at her cunt walls. Then he leaned down and brought his lips to her nipples. After a few hard sucks on each red cap his teeth clamped fiercely down. “Uuuuugh,” she groaned. The fingers crammed painfully deep inside her grinding, juice-flowing cunt. “You like it, don't you?” he asked. “You like it every time I hurt you.”
“No,” she cried. “I can't stand it, you bastard!” Her cursing only pleased him more. Then she felt his fingers sliding from her vagina and moving down to the crease of her ass. He caressed the full meat of her rump with his sticky fingers until coming in contact with her anus. Dorothy shifted her hips and moved herself from his probe. He grinned, a lewd, thrilled grin. “Auuuuuuugh!” she cried as the finger tore inside her anus and started twisting. “Nooooo!
Please… that hurts!” she groaned. He laughed and jammed a second finger brutally inside the stretched ring of muscle. They twisted back and forth to stretch her anus open with pure force. She tried pulling away, tried burying her rump deep in the mattress, but he had too good a hold inside her. Each time she twisted away he bent the fingers and viciously tore until she came back to avoid the pain.
“Like that?” he asked. “Like to feel my fingers up your tight asshole?” “Noooooo!” “That's too bad,” he said as the fingers were jerked from her rump. “Cause I'm gonna stick my cock in there. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, baby.” “Please! Oh, my God, please don't!” His pants and shirt were off in seconds and she saw the extended length of his highly excited cock. She clamped her legs tight together and tried to pull the blankets over herself. Len only looked on with amusement, and she found out why when he started to pull the belt from his discarded pants. “No! Not the belt, please!” she cried with fright. “Get on your hands and knees you bitch!” he ordered. “Or I'll whip the shit out of you!” The thought of his running his thick rod inside her tender asshole made Dorothy shudder violently. But the thought of what he'd do to her with the belt also gave her great fear. She didn't know what to do so she did nothing. Len lifted the belt over his head and waved it like a whip. Then it came crashing down to whack loudly on the mattress just inches from her body. “No!” she shrieked. “Listen stupid!
Even if I have to beat you with this belt I'm gonna fuck your ass!
Make your choice, have me do it after you're beaten or cooperate and avoid the belt!” He meant it. As he lifted his belt into the air Dorothy made a defeated cry and opened her legs. “Get on your hands and knees! I want to see your asshole up in the air and begging for my big cock!” With a sob she rolled over and he watched as she slowly, reluctantly, came up to hands and knees. The tremendous white globes of her ass stretched with perfect roundness above her thighs, the deep crack between invited him inside. As he knelt behind her and put a hand on each side of the soft, curving hips Dorothy had to speak. “In my top drawer there's some petroleum jelly,” she said.
“Please use that, please…” He was amused and surprised.
“Petroleum jelly? You want me to grease your hole first? Is that it?
Huh? Shove some of that goop inside your asshole to make it all nice and slippery and keep my cock from ripping it apart? Huh?”
“Please,” she begged. Len went to the drawer and found the jar of jelly. He went back to the bed and scooped his finger inside.
When he brought it out a large, thick pile of the clear jelly was on it. He moved it down between the cheeks of her ass and shoved. The lubricated finger just plowed inside her with one thrust.
“Uhhhhh!” she cried. As he withdrew the finger the jelly stayed in her. Then he scooped out another fingerload and got back into the position behind her. His cock lodged between the cheeks of her ass and nestled up against her already aching anus. He applied enough pressure to keep her in a state of tension and readiness but didn't push inside, not yet. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.
“Huh?” she asked. Her mouth was open enough, and he shoved the grease-piled finger inside. She tasted the oil and thick jelly as it melted on her tongue and filled her cheeks. With a gag she tried to spit it out but his hand clamped tight across her mouth. “Swallow it, baby. Get that stuff down your throat and hope it melts down to your asshole real fast!” “Mmmmmm,” she groaned. With a laugh Len jammed his hips forward and felt his cock separate the incredibly tight hole of her ass. He gripped tight at the hips and kept shoving as the cock inched deeper and deeper into her rebelling, screaming anus. He didn't give it time to expand or adjust, his hips started to grind and pump immediately, pounding the cock with incessant jabs in and out of the pink little hole of her ass. Dorothy's whole back and neck were reeling with shock and the ripping, cruel pain. It felt like a hot poker was run up her ass, a pillar, a newly cut log with bark and all. She bit her lips to deny him the pleasure of her cries and moans. But it was too much, too painful. “Auuuuuuuugh!” she cried. “That's it, baby,” Len said. “Let it all out, cry and whimper while I stuff your ass the way you like it!” Finally the gob of jelly he shoved into her started to melt and coat his thrusting, punishing cock. It moved with less biting friction, her anus expanded to allow the insistent visitor in and out. Dorothy buried her face on the mattress and spiked her tender ass up good and high to allow him the easiest, least stinging entrance. “Yeah, now you're doing it!” he commented. Len had never felt anything so tight in all his life. Her asshole hugged every bit of his limb, squeezed down on it and seemed to suck without stop. It was incredible, hot, soft, tight and cushioned by the sweetest little ass he had ever looked at. His hands moved down to her chest to squeeze and pinch her nipples as his cock made nonstop plummets into her ass.
After Dorothy adjusted and did her best to ignore the stabbing pain she realized it was beginning to feel good. She had never had it in there before, had always feared such a thing might cause some kind of internal damage. But it was plowing deep, stroking, driving the supersensitive tissues of her rectum into a frenzy of confused contractions. She tightened her asshole around the plunging pecker and felt him stop. As soon as he moved she did it again. He was laughing as she tried to squeeze him out and he forced himself in. She knew it was a pleasing sensation for him but it also caused ripples of delight to plunge down to her dripping box. She threw all plans and hopes for freedom to the wind as the pleasure of the sliding, digging cock started to overwhelm her. He was pinching her nipples hard, real hard. Her breasts felt so big, so wonderfully big and full… so did her ass. The only thing that felt empty was her pussy.
Dorothy moved a hand down to the hanging lips and did what he had done before-inserted three twisting, drawing fingers. He knew he had her now. She was loving it, jamming her ass back at him for more and more of his stiff cock. Len enjoyed hearing her moan and whimper but that was over now. This was the greatest thrill so far, punching his thick cock right up her pink little asshole. She squirmed her buns back and spiked her ass up to an even greater angle as the trembling spasms of pleasure started to break loose inside her box, her asshole, even her breasts and throat. It was the most complete, most full fucking she had ever felt in her life. It could only be better with one change-take away Len and put David in his place.
Len felt her body bounding back at his cock, pulsating, clamping and twisting with ecstasy. Streams of sweat dripped from his forehead and he grimaced. His cock was about to erupt inside the tight hug, about to fill her sucking ass with hot, pumping jism until it overflowed. He heaved forward with a gasp as the first pounding shot escaped his tube. The cream came from him with wrenching jerks of his hips and back as he wrapped his arms tight around her torso and held on like he was riding a bucking bronco. Each deep plunge of his ass and cock was met by a thirsty rise of her ass and slap of meaty buns against sweaty thighs. The white lava pumped deep into her rectum and didn't flow back down like it did in her cunt. But Len kept digging his meat into the now loose anus as it became smaller, shriveled, lost the hardness and went limp with fatigue. He pulled it from her and the jism followed in tiny drips. His cock was coated with the froth of his own sperm. Len dropped onto the bed beside her on his back. Dorothy slowly moved her aching legs back and gently lowered to her belly. She wanted to close her eyes and rest while the still painful expansion of her anus disappeared. But Len had other ideas. He nudged her with his elbow. “Hey, you're not done yet.”
She lifted up. “What?” “I said you're not through. You got some more work to do before I let you rest.” “What?” she asked.
“See my cock? My exhausted cock with all that slop from your ass on it?” She looked down at the shriveled pecker lying like a wounded soldier across the thick black patch of his pubic hair.
Another gob of semen dripped from her throbbing anus. She wanted to cry, to beg him to leave her alone, to pray for mercy. But she inhaled and nodded. “I see it.” “I thought you would,” he smugly said.
“Now I want it nice and clean, I want all that crap off my nice cock.”
“Uh huh.” He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face close to his. She grimaced with pain as he hissed, “And I want it done with your mouth!” He viciously shoved her head down to his crotch. “Now suck it until it shines! And keep sucking! I'm gonna take a nap and if I wake up and your mouth ain't wrapped around my cock I'll beat your ass until it looks like a waffle!” Dorothy obeyed.
She opened her lips and brought them down to the slime-coated cock.
While holding her breath she sucked the limp worm inside and licked.