Kate awoke with a start. Sun was streaming in the window! God! Where was she! She looked around her and found that she was in the same bedroom… She groaned. Oh, God… it was true… Her body's aches told her immediately that everything she remembered had really happened. She… Kate… Baby Kate her mother called her… She had screamed and twisted and cried out for more under three different men… all night long.
But why hadn't they awakened her… why… And where was Sam!
The last thing she remembered was Sam climbing under the covers… and he had put his mouth down between her legs and done to her what he had done that first night! Oh God! A violent thrill shot straight up from her ravaged cunt, piercing her as though a giant cock still churned inside it. She bent double in bed with the force of the memory, feeling soreness everywhere she touched. She would have to go to her room soon.
She stood up unsteadily, staggering to the mirror. She looked awful… like she had been through exactly what she had been through and there was no comb in the room… nothing but her dress and her underwear… still lying on the floor. All of her presents remained strewn about the floor where she had left them the night before.
She cradled her head in her hands. What on earth was she going to do? Last night everything had seemed simple. Tim… that bastard! He was the cause of it all! Tim and that Dot! But today it seemed hopeless. She had behaved like a common slut! She could scarcely meet her own eyes in the mirror. Slowly she gathered her clothes together and dressed. She would have to make it back to the apartment as best she could and pray that Tim was not there. She wouldn't be able to stand a confrontation with him, not yet… Everything was still too confused in her mind.
"Damn that bitch!" Tim cursed as he picked up the small clock for what seemed like the millionth time. "Five-thirty…" he muttered to himself. "Five-thirty!" he repeated, almost yelling as he hurled the clock across the room. He had started looking for Kate just after two o'clock, pulling himself away from the fantastic orgy going on in the cave. The mixture of alcohol and drugs convinced him that he would be able to convince Kate to come down and join in the sexual fun. And some fun it had been, too. He had fucked and sucked so many different women he had stopped even bothering to see what they looked like. All that mattered was cunt. He had never seen so much of it at one time and he was like a kid in a candy store. Fucking every corner of his mind until he had jumped on a little blonde in the corner and she had said, "My name's Kate, honey. What's yours?"
And suddenly, the thought of Kate being in the midst of all this struck him funny and then the thought of her getting fucked by other men began turning him on and he left to search her out and force her to go back down to the cave with him.
But his search had been in vain as he looked for her in every room he could think of and just when he was about to give up, he noticed that Sam Dagon was also missing from the festivities.
From that point on, over two and half hours ago, Tim had been pacing back and forth in his room, smoking cigarette after cigarette furiously awaiting Kate's return. When Tim heard the door to the living room open and close he stood behind the open door to the bedroom. Kate tiptoed into the room, hoping beyond hope that Tim would either be sound asleep or not yet back from his tryst with Dot, but as she stepped through the door, she felt a hand grab her arm and swing her around. And before she had a chance to even gasp, Tim's hard flat hand swung into her face, leaving a huge red welt in its path. Kate's hand flew up to her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. Tim grabbed her by the arms, pushing her further into the room and throwing her face up on the bed.
"Now you stay right there, you little tramp!" he yelled at her. "You move one inch and I'll slap you silly. Now you tell me where you've been… and it had better be good!"
"I don't understand…" Kate started to say, lifting herself up on one elbow.
But before she could say anything else, Tim was on top of her, his legs straddling her small body and once again his hand left a stinging blow on her face.
"I told you not to budge!" Tim screamed down at her. "Don't bother to tell me where you've been. I'll tell you. You've been bed hopping with that bastard Dagon! That's where!"
His hands began tearing at Kate's clothes, ripping her dress down the front almost to her waist, Kate fought back vainly, struggling under Tim's weight.
"How dare you accuse me," she spit up at him… "I saw you down in the basement with that Dot. What do you call what you two were doing…"
But Tim wasn't interested in hearing any accusations from Kate. He wanted revenge for being cuckolded. The thought of his wife being fucked by Sam Dagon made him almost insane.
"You see fit to put out for other men," he hissed down at his quivering wife. "Let's see you put out a little for me."
He started yanking at her clothing once more, tearing at her rumpled dress until it was bunched down around her knees. Kate was completely naked under her dress.
"Leave your underwear as a souvenir?" Tim asked lewdly. "Well, I think I'll take in the sights myself. And I don't want any back-talk from you. You just do what I tell you."
Kate tried to fight but it was no good. He wasn't having any of it. He flipped her over on the bed so that she was on her stomach. Then he pushed his finger up into her pussy… it was still wet from semen!
"He fucked you?" he half shouted… "Well? Didn't he?" he yelled. "Answer me, you little whore!"
"Yes!" Kate screamed back… "Yes… he did… and I liked it… you hear me… I liked it!"
Tim didn't need to hear anymore. Somewhere, a part of him had been hoping all this time for some other explanation, some other reason why his wife would have been out all night. But now his worst fears were confirmed, and he didn't like it. Not one bit!
He yanked his finger wetly out of her cunt, and saw her cringe on the bed in front of him, her smooth buttocks tightly clenched together. An idea came to him… even better than hitting her… for he wanted desperately to beat her until she screamed for mercy, yet he couldn't.
"I'm going to give you something you'll remember a long time. I've got a right. I'm your husband you know!" His finger prodded into the crevice between the ovals of her behind, as with his other hand he drew them apart until he could see the skin straining around the tiny red hole of her anus.
"Open up!" he commanded gruffly… "Bitch!"
Kate winced at the pain in her rectum as his finger probed inquisitively into the tight puckered inlet. Her mind recoiled in shock as she realized that he was going to try to take her there. He had often hinted at it shortly after their marriage, but she had always insisted that the only correct way, the proper way to make love was, face to face and in the "normal" manner! The memory of how he had slammed out of the house one night after she had told him that came back to her now, as she lay face down, her buttocks spread helplessly to his fingers and his gaze.
The finger was moving around in her rectum now, expanding it, sawing in and out, and the pain was acute. Anger clouded her eyes as she yelled at him, begging him to stop. But after a while he added another finger, holding her head down with one hand so that she wouldn't wriggle too much.
Kate felt like a pinned butterfly. "Bastard… bastard!" she kept screaming. The pressure in her rectum was killing her.
It was horrible. How could she have ever thought she could love this monster of a man… this beast!
He was deliberately trying to hurt her she could tell, making sharp sudden movements with his fingers so that she would cry out louder.
"I'll make you pay for this…" she screamed… "Aaaagh!" The rubbery skin of her anus was scraped by his digging fingernails. Then she felt his body come down hard on her naked back, and the heat of his long prick was rubbing in the crack of her ass. Its length jiggled along the smooth, yielding crevice and then the thick head was pressing at her virgin anal entrance.
His hands closed around her thighs and he pulled up on her knees, then he held onto his long penis and positioned it to her tight anus, and began working against it. As he pushed in, he was pulling Kate's behind back toward him, manipulating her sharply and giving her no time to resist him.
"No, NO… get away from me!" she pleaded helplessly.
But there was a slight popping noise and she felt the grating of his cock against her tightly ringed rectal muscle and he was going in. Slowly, slowly, and then about an inch of him slipped in and stopped.
Kate let out her breath. She had never known anything could hurt this much. All that filled her mind was pain. She just couldn't get away from him. Coherent thoughts just wouldn't come. A solid rock was being shoved up her behind… that was all she could think, and she must somehow deal with the pain of it, somehow endure it!
He pushed it again and the big swollen prick entered her fully.
"Aaaaargh!" she screamed, trying to lift her head up. But Tim pushed her head back down with the flat of his hand and shook his hips so that his cock moved painfully around inside his wife's burning rectum.
"OH help me… somebody help me!" Kate cried.
"Nobody's gonna help you," Tim grunted… "So you got yourself a lover, eh… Well, you tell him about this…!"
He pulled almost all the way out of her and Kate thought for a moment that she would get some respite from the awful hurt. But he lunged forward again and her knees collapsed under her, leaving her grasping, impaled totally by his cock between her buttocks.
Sodomy! She was being sodomized! The lewd thought ran helter-skelter through her tortured mind.
She was jolted forward, and jerked backwards, lifted up abruptly and screwed unmercifully by her husband. Time ceased to exist and she was sure in the middle of it that she had died and that this was hell. Each skin-splitting thrust created tiny circles of unbearable pain that started around her asshole and spread to every part of her body… Her back passage was an area that seemed filled with burning coals.
Tim gloated above her, as he watched the progress of his stiff prick in the puckered hole of his wife's anus. It felt so tight and good, he wished he had done it to her before.
"Tell me that you love it… beg me to do it!" he screamed at her.
"Yes… yes…" Kate gasped, her resistance completely destroyed by the searing pain of her husband's cock in her rectum. "Yes… please… please…"
"Please what?" Tim yelled, accentuating his question with another painful thrust. "I want to hear you say the words. LOUD!"
"Yes… yes…" Kate pleaded. "Anything… anything… please fuck me there… fuck me there…"
"Where?" Tim barked. "Where?"
"In the ass… fuck me in the ass… aarrggghhh…" Kate could hardly get the words out.
Now gasping and crooning with delight, Tim began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her back passage. He watched the reddish skin of the little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. At first the pressure on his cock had been almost unbearable, but now it was just tight and exhilarating.
He watched his hardened lust-bloated penis disappear right up her ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch of it showed and then it moved about in that tight, resistant passage with the knob straining out as if it were going to burst.
He reached down and pulled at her soft yielding buttocks with hard vicious smacks that resounded through the room. His sweating face dripped onto her hollowing back making it glisten in the light of the bedroom. His breath came in short puffing gasps like a runner, his eyes looked down on the whiteness of her quivering body that slipped over his plunging cock like a tight fitting glove.
"Oooohhh… God… God…!" Kate gasped as her angered husband pressed tight against her soft buttocks and rotated the head around and around deep inside her rectum. Her moaning was adding to his pleasure and his hands crawled over her buttocks and back, kneading her flesh like fresh dough. Bright red welts followed his fingers as they dug into her tender mild white skin.
His balls ached and his cock nearly exploded every time he surged into her. She was completely his. A slave, submitting to him. He could do with her anything he liked and he did, digging his penis into her ass and leaving it there, hearing her groan while he jiggled his loins and wormed it deep around in her. He drew it out to the glans and then plunged it right in again in one long, slow stroke. His prick was tingling, his balls alive. He could come now whenever he chose and he wanted to feel that rush of sperm into her ass… that would be the ultimate submission.
He began to dub rapidly into her hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers squeezing the spare flesh into odd shapes. His mouth opened and his breath whirled out of it in long, broken gasps.
"Ohhhh, baby… Daddy's cumming… you little bitch… Daddy's cumming… fuck back… fuck back!!!" he gasped giving one last spine-chilling ramrod thrust shattering his sperm in wave after wave far into the secret depths of her behind. It seemed as if his scrotum had never been emptied before. He groaned and almost cried out with delight as the last drops of his semen squeezed out the tip of his penis and mingled lewdly with the rest of the white liquid cum trapped deep inside the warm rubbery cavern of her rectum…