"No," she moaned.
He put his other hand against her back and began to press her harder against the table. There was no pity in him. He didn't quit until she started moving herself like he wanted her to.
"That's better," he said. "That's much better."
"Don't come that way," Joe said. "I want you to fuck her in the ass."
"Oh no!" Marsha protested. "Oh God no!"
But Brad looked as if he liked the idea. Tracy felt shivers all over as he pulled his huge cock out of Marsha's dripping pussy and pressed it against her asshole.
"No!" she protested. "Please don't do that! Nobody's ever done that!"
"Then it's time somebody did," Brad said.
"No!" she cried. "Oh God no!"
Brad wasn't listening. He changed his position so that his cock-head was pressed against her tiny anus. He began to rotate his hips so that his cock-head was sinking into her tight anus.
"Fucking tight," he moaned. "She's so fucking tight. I'm going to drench her in cum!"
"Oh shit, that hurts!" Marsha cried. "Please stop! You're killing me! Oh God, please stop!"
Brad's only answer was to slip his hands underneath her body so that her ass was elevated even more. He pushed and Tracy saw his cock disappearing into her ass.
"Oh shit!" she screamed. "Oh fucking shit, you're killing me! Oh shitttt!"
He gave one last shove and his cock was buried to the hilt in her ass. His heavy balls slapped against her as he drew his prick out and then slammed it into her once again.
"You bastard!" she said. "You bastard!" He began fucking her brutally, savagely. His eyes looked like an animal's eyes and the only sound was the steady slap of his balls against her ass.
"Jesus," he moaned. "Jesus, this is good! Oh Jesus, it feels good!"
"Shoot your wad," Joe said. "Fm her ass! Fill it up with your cum!"
Brad began fucking her faster, and soft moans escaped from his throat. His big hands left her neck and went underneath to cup Marsha's titties.
"Such small titties," be groaned. "They don't give a man much to hang onto."
"You bastard," Marsha sobbed.
"I'm coming!" be cried. "I'm coining! Oh shit, I'm coming right in her ass! Oh fuckkkkk!"
Tracy saw his body jerk and she knew his cum was pouring into Marsha's ass. He kept slamming his prick into her until his cock was drained. Then he pulled it out.
"Lick him off," Joe commanded.
"You motherfucker," Marsha sobbed. "You bastard. I'll kill you."
"Lick his prick clean," Joe said again.
"Ill bite your Goddamn prick off!" she cried.
She actually started toward Joe as if she were going to do just that, but Brad caught her around the waist and pulled her back against him.
"One last time," Joe said softly. "On your knees and lick his cock clean. I've about lost my patience."
Something in his voice must have convinced Marsha that there could be worse things to happen to her. She turned and fell to her knees and quickly licked Brad's cock clean. Then she stood up and walked back into the house. Tracy had seen fire in her eyes. Marsha may have been beaten to her knees but he hadn't destroyed her pride.
Tracy shivered. She would have hated to be Jack for the rest of his and Marsha's married life.
"That was nice," Joe said. "Let's go back inside. We have to prepare for this evening. I have something very special in mind."
Tracy looked at Joe and knew that the something special concerned her. Again she felt cold shivers all over her body.
Tracy found her clothes put out for her when she stepped out of the shower. This time she found a sheer gown and a pair of yellow panties. She slipped the panties on and then pulled the gown over her head. The gown didn't hide very much. She noticed that it made her large titties seem even larger.
She wondered what Joe had in mind. She had a feeling that it was going to be something very different from anything that had ever happened to her. She found herself almost looking forward to it.
"What's happening to me?" she asked herself.
She had been a good girl from a small town but she was starting to behave like a nymphomaniac. She was starting to behave as if she liked it here.
Joe had told her to stay in her room until she was called. It was a little past tight before Brad came for her.
"Hurry," he said. "The show is about to begin."
"The show?" she questioned. "Brad, what's going on?"
"You'll find out," he said.
"That's what I'm afraid of," she said.
Someone had changed the decorations downstairs. She found that she had to go through a back room and she couldn't see the living room. She came to a stage.
"A stage?" She turned to Brad. "But what the hell is this doing here? It wasn't here this afternoon."
"It's a special construction," Brad explained. "For very special occasions. It's lowered from the top and bottom of the room. It's very practical."
"I just bet it is," Tracy said.
She studied the stage. There was a soft carpet and a big brass bed. That was all. She looked back at Brad with a curious expression.
"But what am I doing here?" she asked.
"You're the main attraction," he explained.