"No," Monica murmured weakly.
"Don't be a shit," Griff said, leering down at Monica's naked body. He wielded his cock in front of her as she cringed on the floor. "You know you want this."
"No," she sobbed, closing her eyes. She felt as if she had just awakened from one nightmare and had been flung into another. "No!"
"Listen to her," Carl said, brandishing his prick. "She wants to be begged."
"Yeah, we'll beg her," Griff laughed. "Up in bed."
"She'll be begging us," Carl sneered, drooling as Monica shivered on the floor, frightened and sick with disgust.
Griff, his cock jutting out like a totem pole, reached down and grabbed Monica's wrist. "C'mon, baby. Let's go upstairs where we can get comfortable."
"No!" she spat, yanking her wrist loose. "Get out of here! I've given you two enough."
"You ain't given us shit," Carl sneered. "We gave you, honey. Remember it was you who creamed a few minutes ago. Now it's our turn."
Monica shook her head. "No! Noooo!" Griff laughed, reached down, and grabbed her wrist. As if she were a rag doll, he pulled, hurling her shuddering naked body over his shoulder. "Up we go, baby!" He laughed, carried her through the house.
Carl followed, enjoying the way Monica twisted and beat her tiny fists against Griff's broad-muscled back.
Griff reached the stairs, stopped. "You keep struggling, I might drop you on the way up." He laughed and started up the stairs.
Monica, afraid he would drop her, stiffened and kept still. She saw Carl's grinning face and closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I guess this is the bedroom," Griff said, kicking open a door. "Yep. There it is." He strode in, tossed her body on the bed as if she were a feather.
Carl came in. "Nice big bed, too. Bet her husband gives her plenty of loving in it."
Monica curled up in a ball. Carl's untrue words rang in her head like echoing chimes. She heard, but didn't see, the two men stripping off their clothes. She was afraid to look.
"Time for some fun, blondie," Griff said. He grabbed her ankle and pulled.
"No," Monica cried as Griff dragged her down from the head of the bed. She twisted, but couldn't get free.
"Better get her other leg, Carl," Griff said as Monica tried kicking him with her free foot.
"Gotcha, buddy!" A sadistic grin twisted his nasty mouth. "Easy, honey." He got her ankle on the second try, twisting it just enough to let her know he meant business.
"Owwww!" Monica screamed as both men stretched and parted her legs. "Owwww!" She looked at them both, hating them, hating herself more. She had gotten herself into this mess. Now she was paying for it.
"Look at that gash," Griff rumbled. "You should have felt the Goddamn muscles pulling on my fingers."
"You should've felt her asshole. Tight, man tight!"
Monica was sickened. She closed her eyes, but couldn't block out the sound of their ugly voices and dirty words.
"Look at us," Griff said, a threatening tone in his voice. He pulled, making her scream. Quickly dropping her ankle, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her to his long veiny dick. "This will feel a lot better than my fingers."
"Oh, no," she sobbed. "Please." Blue eyes, glassy with tears, pleaded with him.
"Listen to that," Carl said. He plopped on the bed, twisted her around until her, ass was on display. "She sounds so convincing."
Griff laughed. "Yeah. It makes them get off more when they're forced."
"Ha," Carl said. He rubbed her ass and gouged her wrinkled asshole. "Once my cock is in here, she'll be begging for more."
"Oooow," Monica sobbed. She twisted her hips, trying to dislodge Carl's finger from her asshole.
Griff grabbed his prick at the base and slapped his cock across Monica's face. "You like it rough, huh, baby?"
"No!" she cried, her cheeks turning red as he hit her face with his thick steel prick. "Let me go."
Carl slapped her ass hard. Monica's yell pierced the air. He slapped her again, reddening both of her jiggling ass cheeks. "Her kind always want it rough. Makes them feel good. Her husband probably plays this game every night." He laughed.
Griff joined in, still slapping her face with his prick. "He's probably tired all the time, too. These hot-natured blonde nymphos can really wear a man out."
Carl laughed. "Not this time, Griff. We're going to tire out the sexy lady." He gouged his finger through her ass crack, scratching and stretching her asshole. "Gonna get it nice and ready for my cock."
The idea of being raped by both men scared her blind. She shook her head. The pain from Griff's slapping cock and Carl's beating hand kept her from slipping into unconsciousness.
Griff forced his cock between her lips. "Suck it, bitch."
Carl joined him. "Me too, whore. I need it nice and slippery for your asshole." He laughed and crammed his cock into her mouth, the second after Griff pulled his prick free.
Monica gagged as Carl's thick bloated cock filled her mouth and clogged her throat. She tried twisting away, but Griff's fingers had her hair tightly in his grip.
"Hot mouth, buddy," Carl moaned, fucking his prick into her face. He leered down and watched his groin smack against her lips. "Soak it, baby. It'll make it go in easier."
Horrified, Monica knew he was telling the truth, but she couldn't bring herself to do as he commanded.
"C'mon," Griff said. "Your cock's wet enough. Let's fuck this bitch and make her happy." He released her hair.
Quickly, Monica pulled her mouth off Carl's fat prick and choked. Her face was red, and she gagged and sucked air into her lungs.
"Yeah, I'm ready," Carl said. He stared down at his prick. "It'll go in nice and easy."
Griff's face hardened. "The easy way, or the hard way, blondie?" His dark hooded eyes showed he had every intention of having his own way and nothing was going to stop him. "Well?"
"Your way," she whispered, scared out of her wits by the thought of being maimed for life by these two sadistic men.
Griff climbed on the bed, his cock towering above his hairy groin. "Climb aboard and give it all you got, or I'll be the last one you fuck for a helluva long time."
"He ain't shitting, honey," Carl added. "Griff doesn't bullshit."
Believing them, Monica swallowed back her shame and climbed over Griff's powerful body. Closing her eyes, she shuddered, her pussy brushing against the head of his prick.
"Nnnnn," Griff moaned, impatiently grabbed her hips and slammed her shaking body down, fucking into her cunt with his long fat cock. "Nnnnn, baby. So fuckin' tight too." There was no fuck juice. Fear had dried her pussy.
Monica shuddered, the pain searing through her pussy and spreading fast. "It burns!" she screamed, wriggling against the hard cock. "It bums!"
Griff laughed and grabbed her tits. "Wait until you get the other end filled." He pulled, dragging her forward. "Go, Carl. She's all ready for you." He stared up into her frightened eyes.
Carl, an evil grin on his face, climbed behind Monica's lush ass. His cock swung like a piece of lumber. He grabbed his prick at the base and forced his cockhead between the plump cheeks of her ass. "Here it comes, honey. You ready?"
Monica braced herself, sobbing as she prepared herself for the invasion of her asshole. "No," she whimpered, knowing it was useless to beg. "No."
"Don't listen to her, Carl. Ram it in her asshole."
Carl howled. With his hands holding her hips, he lunged forward, fucking his prick deep into her asshole. Her tight ass muscles tried to repel the invader, but it was impossible.
"Ayyieeee!" Monica screeched as the two cocks fucking into her body tried splitting her apart. "Ayieeee!" She twisted and bucked like an unbroken filly trying to throw its rider. She failed to rid her body of the hot fucking cocks. It was futile. Their cocks were buried too deep, and the men were riding the stormy fury of her actions, each man enjoying her to the fullest.
"Ride her, buddy," Griff shouted, fucking violently up into her pussy. "Make her scream for more."
Carl plowed forward, fucking his prick like a hot poker in and out of her dry tight ass. The spit had helped, but now it was sheer strength that let him fuck into her vulnerable asshole. "She's tight, buddy. Tight and dry."
Monica thrashed between them. Her body was being torn apart. Their lewd remarks, hole-splitting pricks, and mauling hands kept her in pain both physically and mentally.
Carl gouged his blunt fingers into her hips, shaking her from side to side. Hard lunges had Monica trembling and squirming in agony.
"She's great," Carl said.
"Yeah." Griff lifted his ass from the bed, his fucking cock ripping into her cunt. "She's getting juicy!" he roared triumphantly. "Getting hot and juicy."
"I knew it," Carl howled. "She'll be begging soon, good buddy. Real soon." Knowing Monica's cunt was greasing up fast, Carl picked up speed, his prick stretching her asshole, his balls rumbling, ready to exploded.
"Noooo!" Monica cried, hating her body for betraying her. "Noooo!" It was no use. The hard cocks fucking into her had taken their toll. She was being catapulted into a state of frenzied passion. She squealed one last time, but it was in vain. She now wanted them, needed them to quench the fire they had started in her fuck holes.
The passion ignited earlier in the kitchen had taken its toll. Carl's balls rumbled again. He was unable to stop them from exploding. "I'm cumming!" he roared above Monica's high-pitched squeals. "I'm creaming her ass!"
"Aghhhh," Monica moaned as Carl's hot cum, like an erotic enema, filled her asshole, igniting passion fires deep in her body. "He's cumming. He's cumming in my asshole."
Griff snickered. "You love it, right, blondie?" His hips worked like pistons, fucking his cock in and out of her now-sopping pussy.
"Yes," she groaned. "I love it." She worked her hips magically, her eyes bright with lust. "You too, fucker. Cream my pussy. Cum. Fill my hole!"
With Carl howling as he fucked his exploding cock into her asshole, Griff picked up speed. "You, baby. You first." He manhandled her tits, watched her face flood with her approaching orgasm. "Yeah, cum!"
Carl's fucking cock, hot squirting cum, and Griff's cunt-stuffing cock had her at the peak. Her clit, mashing constantly into Griff's hard groin, couldn't take any more punishment.
Her head snapped back. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Orgasms erupted deep in her cunt, fed by their jabbing cocks. "I'm creaming!"
Griff's cock, caught in the stormy center of Monica's exploding pussy, couldn't hold up. His prickshaft swelled; his balls burst. A hot squirting load of jizz blasted deep into her pussy. "Me too!" he roared, joining in the chorus of screaming voices. "Me too!"
Monica was being drowned in a deluge of hot spurting jizz. Carl's thick wads filled her asshole. Griff's long stringy globs flooded her cunt. She responded to both. Her hips churned. She slammed back, her ass gobbling at Carl's stabbing prick. She ground her ass down, fucking on Griff's throbbing hard-on.
"Ahhhhhh!" she squealed. The room started to spin. Her eyes tried focusing. Everything was a blur. "I'm still cumming!" Her voice drowned out the deep roaring howls of both men. "I'm still creaming!"
Carl's hips became a blur. Hard lightning stabs emptied his cock first. He grunted, stopped, his breathing labored, ragged. "Done," he groaned, popping his prick from the greasy vise of her asshole. "Damn, what a fuck." He dropped back on the bed to watch his buddy and the screaming housewife finish each other off.
"Just you and me now, baby," Griff rasped, his body working like a well-oiled machine. "You and me." Hot cum squirted from his cock with each jab. Jizz filled her pussy and drooled down his almost empty balls.
She sneered down into his face, mashing her tits into his rough hands and grinding her raw clit into his humping groin. "More, fucker," she moaned. "Fill me. Make me cum again!"
She twisted on his prick, beat the muscles of her cunt against his cockshaft. Hot buttery cum flowed over his prick, igniting more explosions in his balls.
They battled on the bed, cheered on by an exhausted Carl. Her soft twisting, flesh and Griff's hard-muscled flesh whacked repeatedly into each other. The slapping sounds of their skin echoed in the room.
Monica's head jerked back and forth, her blonde hair lashing over her face and over Griff's contorted features. A shuddering spasm ripped through her body and she collapsed into his mauling hands.
Griff's last lunge freed her. He grunted, his balls drained, his prick spent.
She fell off, his prick popping from her pussy. She rested on her back, gasping for air. The room was still spinning. Somewhere in her confusion she heard them dress, laughing as they left.
An hour later, after deciding she wasn't good enough to remain in the home she had shared with her husband, Monica showered, and left, determined never to return again.