Chapter 3
Curt paced around his apartment like a lion in a cage. He couldn't relax. All evening he had been on edge, and he knew exactly why.
The incident with Ann that afternoon had not satisfied him. He had enjoyed tormenting her, and felt as if he had gotten even with her for something. Yet the scene had not reached its ultimate conclusion, and he was still hot and bothered, and longing to relieve his itch.
If only that custodian hadn't happened upon the scene, he thought, everything would have worked out fine. He knew that he had Ann, that there was nothing she could have done to prevent him from releasing his anger on her. Now he was home, alone, and there seemed to be no way of forgetting her.
Preparing dinner would have been a waste of time, for he was sure he couldn't eat. He stopped by the large picture window in his apartment and stared out. Below he could see a good portion of the city sprawled out over the ground, stretching out to the tips of bridges in the distance. Cars and people streamed through the canyons of the street.
Curt lived in a rather fashionable apartment building in a good neighborhood, close to downtown, and the school, yet residential. At his height of twenty stories, his apartment was quiet, the racket of the city far below him. He had been living in that apartment for three years now, since the time he started working at the high school.
He found it easy to pay the rent, since he lived alone and was paid well at the school. Also, he rarely spent a great deal of money on anything. He preferred to live simply, and had few vices, few vices, that is, that would cost money.
He usually went out with a girl once or twice a week, but that didn't run into much money. He had been seeing a number of girls lately hut none of them had satisfied them.
He thought about some of them. There was Alice, she was a real tease. She always wore the sexiest blouses, the tightest pants she could pour herself into, and always spoke as if she were the most experienced girl in the world when it came to sex. But he had found out just how much of her was front, how much of a phony veneer she presented to the world, and just how much she was willing to give.
No, he thought, he didn't need her type. She was just a tease, a cock-teasing bitch. Then there was Sally, but she was even worse. She would do nothing. There was Janet, who stopped over once in a while and stayed the night, but he was getting tired of her calm, nonchalant way of making love. Curt was in the mood for adventure.
He was starting to think over his own mind, too. He knew he had been going through a lot of changed in the past few weeks, and he knew he needed a lot more now to satisfy himself.
In the past he had always been willing to take what he was given, and be thankful for it. Like any young boy, or young man, to a point, he thought that he was lucky indeed if a girl let him dip into her snatch, and he wasn't going to be the one to complain.
But now, as he grew older, he realized that the girls he made love with needed a man just as much as he needed a woman. They should be the ones to be thankful, he thought. They should be the ones to go out of their way for what he had, and be thankful for whatever they received.
But they didn't realize this, he thought. They were still the same, still demanding, still expecting him to suffer for whatever they deemed fit to give. He resented now the way a girl teased him, or the way she made him feel cheap for trying to get into her pants. It's all a game, he said to himself, and I'm sick of playing it.
He couldn't, quite put his finger on the reason for his sudden changes. Perhaps it's coming with age, he thought, age and experience. A cunt isn't the mystery it once was, he knew that, and now he wanted to do more than just empty his balls from time to time.
He knew also that the recent experiences he had had with girls, with Ann and Cissy especially, had thrilled him, thrilled him more than any of the other sessions he had had in years. He knew that he enjoyed hurting them, enjoyed watching them suffer, as much to pay them back as to gain satisfaction for himself.
It was hard to believe. But there was no denying it, he was more interested in satisfying his cruel impulses now that his sexual urges had been sated. He wanted to see his lovers scream in pain, not delight. He wanted to see them writhing in agony, not ecstasy, wanted to hear them beg not for him to go on, but so spare them. Yes, that was the way he wanted sex from now on, and that was they way he intended to get it.
But now, at home alone, how could he release the tension that had been welling up inside him for so long, the fire that the session with Ann had fanned to an incredible intensity.
He knew that he would not rest until he had done something to satisfy his drives, and he would have given anything to be back with Ann again.
But he knew that was impossible. He knew that she would never say a word to anyone about what had happened, and that if he really wanted to, he could get her alone again, using the threat of revealing her to her parents to the best advantage. But he would have to wait for that, and there was certainly no way he could get at her that night.
He thought of Cissy. No, she would not even speak to him, he was sure of that. He was sure she would hang up as soon as he called her. She was fuming mad, and deeply hurt, he suspected, by the way he had treated her the last time they were together, the time he made her scream in pain and pay for all that she had done to him, for all the times she had gone out of her way to tease him, only to leave him hanging, like the way he was hanging that night.
But this time, he decided, he wasn't going to remain hanging. He had to do something, and he would have to act soon, or it would be too late. It was already past seven.
Then he thought of Ella. At first, he had to laugh to himself, for she was the last person he wanted to make love with. Yet, there was no one else that night, and perhaps she wouldn't even be available.
He knew that she had been chasing him for three years, and that she still hadn't given up. He knew she would jump at the chance to go out with him, and that once he had her alone she would be his.
Then again, he thought, she might be teasing. Maybe she comes off strong when we're in school, but wouldn't do a thing if we were alone. The thought that she could have been leading him around all this time on false premises made Curt fuming mad. Now he not only wanted to bet at her to relieve his built-up tensions, but to get back at her. Yes, the more he thought of it, the better it sounded.
The way Curt looked at it, he couldn't go wrong. Either she wasn't kidding around, in which case she would do just about anything for him, or she had only been teasing him, in which case he would love to get a chance to get even with her sooner or later, and there was no point in putting it off when the chance could be his that night.
Yes, the decision was made. He looked up her number in the directory of teachers he had, and dialed. She must be home, he thought, she never goes out.
The phone rang only once before she picked it up. He heard her snotty, aloof voice on the other end of the line.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Ella? This is Curt, Curt Taylor," he replied.
"Curt? Is that you?"
He could sense the delighted surprise in her voice. This was the first time he had ever called her, and she was bursting with curiosity. "How are you?"
"What's up?" she asked.
"I was thinking over what you said today," Curt answered. "I thought maybe I'd take you up on that after all."
"Really? You caught me by surprise."
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing," she replied.
As if I didn't know, he laughed to himself. "Why don't you come over, I was just sitting around and I could use the company."
"I'd love to," she said. "I'm pretty bored now myself."
"Then I'll see you soon?" he said, remembering that she too lived near the school.
"I'll take a cab," she said. "See you in a bit."
Curt found himself laughing when he hung up the phone. This bitch is really in for a surprise, he thought.
The seconds ticked by at an agonizingly slow pace as he waited for her to arrive. He knew what he wanted, and wasn't going to back down at the last moment. He would put her to the test, and in a way hopes she would fail, to confirm his suspicions.
He knew what he would do. He would feel her out, see what she wanted from him, and then let her have it the way he wanted to give it, the brutal way. She wouldn't dare object, he figured.
The doorbell rang, and he bolted to answer it. There she was in his doorway, smiling at him like an idiot.
"Come on in," he said.
She stepped into the living room and dropped her coat on the chair, then sat on the couch as Curt poured two glasses of wine.
"You really surprised me tonight," she said as he handed her a glass. "Why the sudden change?"
"I don't know," he grinned. "Thought we could just get together, we've been working together for so long."
Curt sat down next to her with his glass, catching a quick glimpse of her legs as she stretched them out. Her flesh was white and smooth, very smooth for her age, and her legs were quite shapely. He always thought that she was about his age, which would make her close to twenty-five.
Her dress was not a fancy one, for she obviously didn't want to give him the impression that she was out to get him and would dress up to visit. No, it was plain, but she had chosen one that revealed a small bit of the slice between her round, firm breasts, and he could see the loose flesh quivering lightly as she moved around on the couch.
He was sitting close enough to be able to get a good look at her chest, and his glance strayed down along her wide, bulging hips, around the hollow of her waist, and down along the smooth length of her thigh, which was sheathed very tightly in her dress.
Her hair was the same as always, neatly tied up with a long braid down her back, only the color changed slightly from month to month. Now it was a sort of reddish brown.
Those tits, he said to himself, I can't stop looking at them. His eyes were glued on the slice, and he longed to peer down her dress for a good look at the large, bobbing tits that had been such a source of wonder to him for three years.
She was getting comfortable, he would see that. She stretched her legs out as he returned to the couch with two more glasses of wine, and they resumed their conversation.
"I find it easy not to get attached to the girls," Curt said. "I ignore them."
"But they don't ignore you, do they?" Ella smiled, sipping from her wine.
"I think they do."
"I know they don't," she giggled. "Some of them have a crush on you."
"I think you're mistaken," he said, to egg her on. "Who, for example?"
"Well, that little blonde girl, the cute one," Ella replied.
"Ann?" Curt laughed. "That's a joke. If you only knew?"
"Knew what? I know she has a crush on you, she's always looking at you."
"And I know a lot more than you do," Curt laughed.
He could see that he had aroused her curiosity. He figured continuing the conversation might provide some means of starting the session he hoped would ensue between him and Ella.
"She likes you, believe me," Ella said. "Why don't you try her out, just talk with her, you'll see how nervous she gets."
"She'll get nervous all right," Curt chuckled, "but for another reason. She doesn't like men too much."
"What do you mean?"
Curt turned and faced her, glaring into her eyes and smiling as he replied. "Ann is a lesbian."
The woman acted shocked, but her curiosity was bubbling all over her.
"You're kidding," she said. "How could you know that?"
"Because I saw her in action," Curt replied. "I saw her with another girl, and they were making love, in the cutting room. I saw the whole thing."
The woman seemed thrilled. She curled her feet up under her after kicking off her shoes, and sat in a ball next to him on the couch. As she tossed around, her tits shook madly on her chest, and Curt's cock began to stir.
"You really saw the whole thing?" she asked. "What did they do?"
Curt leaned over closer to her and let his arm fall from the back of the couch on her shoulder. But in her state of curious excitement, she hardly noticed.
"They fooled around, and Ann was naked."
"Tell me about it," she smiled. "What did they do?"
Curt decided he wasn't going to be subtle any longer. "They fooled around, I told you. The other girl bent over on her knees and sucked on her pussy, and caressed her all over with her hands."
"Did she make a lot of noise?"
"She wailed like a baby," Curt grinned.
"Oh, dear," Ella sighed, sinking in the couch closer to Curt. "I never thought it could happen. She's such a nice girl, I don't know why."
"And you don't know how, either," Curt laughed, letting his hand fall further down over her shoulder, until his wrist was resting on the heaving pillow of her huge tits.
"Maybe they were just fooling around," Ella said.
"I doubt it," Curt replied. "I got to her admit that she was a lesbian later on."
Curt let his hand brush over her tits, and felt the incredible heat and softness of her globes. He couldn't resist reaching in, and doubted if she would stop him.
He bent over and caressed her neck and his hand came around her tit and squeezed softly. He was amazed at the softness, the flexibility of her breasts, and pressed in with his palm against the orb as he felt her hand come up between them.
"How did you get her to admit that?" she asked, pushing his hand away and pulling her neck back slightly.
Curt was fuming mad. He hated to be tossed aside, hated to have his advances brushed off as if he hadn't done anything. That bitch, he thought, she wants to find out what I did? I'll tell her. She acted so brash all the time, and now that the chance is hers, she wants to talk, not act. I should have known better.
"How did you find out?" she asked, almost annoyed that he hadn't answered.
Suddenly Curt pushed her down towards the couch and climbed on top of her brutally, pinning her to the couch and reaching in for her tits. He found them, and squeezed both in his palms as she started to struggle.
"Curt, what's got into you?" she asked. "Can't you see I don't want to go so fast. Please, get off me."
"You wanted to know what I did with Ann?" he asked, gloating in her face. She was pinned under him, and he had her where he wanted her. She could do nothing to stop him, only beat him feebly on the back if she wanted, and he couldn't have cared less if she did or not.
"Please, tell me, but get off," she complained.
The heat of her tits filled his palms. They were like balls of fire in his hands, and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she tried to squirm free. But his waist lay over her thighs, and she could not even kick with her feet.
"I forced her to admit it," Curt glared.
"Please, Curt, stop it."
Curt continued to squeeze her tits. Suddenly he yanked on the globes and felt her wince in pain as he twisted it around like a doorknob.
"I'll show you what I did, as a matter of fact," he said. "You're a bitch like she is, aren't you? I wouldn't be surprised if you were a lesbian too. You're all the same, you only wanted to tease me, right? Well, now I'm going to tease you, only I don't tease lightly."
"Please, Curt, stop, you're hurting me," she wailed.
"You wanted to know?" he asked, gripping her other tit and yanking it hard. "Scream, and I'll tell you. That's what she did, she screamed!"
He ripped the front of her dress off, and her tits were both left exposed. Curt was tempted to dive right down on top of them as if he were going to eat them, as he watched them swing and bounce like jelly on her chest, the flesh smooth white, the nipples pink, very thick and long.
"Stop, stop, Curt, get off, please, not like this," she moaned, still squirming.
He held her down with his body as he reached for her nipples, gripping both of the long buds and pulling them out from her white breasts, as she howled in agony.
"You asked for it, you cheap whore," he said. "What did you want from me?"
"Please, Curt, I just don't want it to be like this, not this fast, not this hard."
"You bitch, that's the way you want it, isn't it?"
"No, get off, please."
"Admit it, you want it!" he screamed in her face, pulling her nipples out so far she could hardly speak, her body wracked with pain as he increased the pressure.
"Admit it, you want it, you want to be hurt, you want it hard and fast!"
"No, oh, shit, Curt, get OFF ME!" she wailed.
But he continued to pull on her nipples. He knew she wouldn't last much longer, and glared right in her face, his nose inches from hers as he spat out his words.
"ADMIT IT!"
"I want it!" she shrieked, as the pain took over and carried her away. She felt his body all over hers, his hands brutally assaulting her breasts, his breath on her face.
"You BITCH!" he screamed, then spit hard in her face twice as she shook her head violently.
He jumped off the couch, and she sat up quickly as if to prepare herself for what came next. In two seconds flat Curt had his belt off, the buckle end wrapped around his wrist, and the leather end dangling.
"You want it, you'll get it, bitch!" he snarled as he charged her.
She screamed loudly as he leapt at her and swung hard with the belt. The leather caught her on the shoulder, and her dress fell further down in front.
He dove at her as she reached for it, but just as he was about to grab her dress to stop her from pulling it back over her tits, he realized she was not trying to dress, but to undress. She was ripping her dress down in front.
Her tits bounced heavily on her chest as she ripped the material off and let them swing freely. She wore no bra, and her chest was bare as she stripped the dress down over her hips and along her thighs.
He couldn't wait. With all his might he swung the leather again, and the sharp tip sliced over her shoulder and down her chest, leaving a long red welt along her neck and over the bulge of her tits, crossing the circle of her nipple.
"Oh, shit, Curt," she gasped, "don't stop!"
He swung again as she savagely ripped off her dress and stood up to pull it off her legs. He swung sideways and the leather tip sliced across her neck, knocking her back on the couch, where she bounced, her tits flapping in front of her as if she were juggling.
"You cunt, you do want it, don't you!" Curt snarled. "I'll give it to you all right. You'll feel what pain is really like tonight!"
She ripped down her panties, and her buttocks quivered as he slapped them with his palm. A loud clap rang through the living room, and she gasped in pain and surprise.
Curt pushed her back down and jumped on her on the couch, then opened his zipper as she squirmed madly under him. He slapped her face twice and then started to slap her tits back and forth, hard and often, watching them bound into one another loudly, shaking as if they were about to come off her chest.
"Oh, shit, Curt!" she blurted out. "Suck on them!"
He plunged onto her chest as her tits continued to swing from his last slap, and bit into her nipple hard without even pausing to suck it. He felt the supple flesh of her tits against his lips and then hot pulsing nipple in his mouth as he bit down hard and felt his teeth sink into the spongy softness of her breasts.
"Oh, no, CURT!" she shrieked, not that!"
"Scream, cunt, scream!" he shouted, his mouth stuffed with her whole nipple and aureole as he bit harder into her flesh. "You want it, scream for it!"
"Oh, GOD!" she howled, "I can't stand it. SUCK!"
He pulled her tit out with his mouth, digging into the flesh with his teeth for a grip and then pulling outwards, and he could feel the tension in her tits as they were stretched out from her chest.
Her face was contorted in a strange grimace. He couldn't decide whether it was one of torment or bliss. She was enjoying it, he realized. She wanted it! He felt his cock hard as rock under his loose pants, as he realized he would be able to do anything he wanted to her now, anything.
He let her tits swing free, and slapped them back and forth a few times before leaping up from the couch and ripping his pants down his legs. She was still squirming in heat and rage on the couch, and turned to him just as his briefs slipped over his crotch and his thick, pulsing tool was revealed.
"Hurry," she gasped, "Curt, hurry."
Curt was still furious, furious that he was unable to make her howl in pain, but then again delighted that he had found such a willing, such an eager victim.
He stripped naked, and she started to rise from the couch as if to come to him. But Curt ran at her and pushed her back on the couch with a hard slap in the face.
"Don't move!" he shouted.
"Please, Curt, don't make me wait," she cried. "I'm so hot I can't take it any more."
"Don't MOVE!" he shouted. "Get on your knees if you want something from me."
She flew to her knees at his feet, and his cock pulsed over her head like a carrot on a stick.
"Beg me, you bitch," he snarled. "Beg me for what you want, plead with me."
He raised the leather belt over his head now, and she started to whimper as she braced for the blow. He brought the leather down over her shoulder hard, and her body shook with the force of the brutal blow.
"Please, I want it," she said. "Don't make me wait."
"Tell me you want my cock, beg me for it!" he glared down at her.
"Please, I want it!" she bawled. "Please, Curt, I want it."
"Say it," he shouted, "say it!"
"I want your COCK!" she shrieked.
Curt swung hard and the leather knocked her to the ground. She looked up in fear as he ran to the closet and pulled out a rope.
"No, not that!" she cried out.
Ella hoped from the couch and started running in panic as Curt pulled a rope out of the closet. She darted blindly out of the room, into the bedroom.
This will be even better, he said to himself, running after her. Now he could use the bed instead of the couch. In a matter of minutes he would have her totally helpless.
She was cornered in the room, and turned to face him. His cock was arched up his belly hi his heat, and she screamed when she saw the rope.
"No! I don't want to be tied, please!"
"You begged me for it, didn't you?"
"No, not that."
"You begged for my cock, you begged me to hurt you, just like all the others want to, isn't that so? You're going to get hurt, and you'll get my cock, the way I'm going to give it to you."
She screamed again as he came at her, but he grabbed her arm and swung her around, slapping her twice across the face and then dropping her on the bed.
He leapt on the bed and pinned her tightly to the mattress, then grabbed her wrist and held them in one hand as he tried to fasten the rope around her hand.
She kicked and screamed wildly as he struggled, but he had her pinned tight, and her motion only served to make the bed creak louder and louder.
"Please, anything but that, Curt," she wailed.
"Shut your mouth, cunt, you're getting what you asked for."
He managed to fasten her wrists to the end of the bed, so that she would have to lie on her belly. She bounced madly in her vain effort to escape, but Curt was determined and held her down tightly with the weight of his body.
"Squirm, you worm!" Curt snarled as he slapped her in the back of the head. "Now, you're in for it."
He grabbed her legs and spread them apart, then fastened one, despite her mad kicking, to the bedpost. Then he did the same for the other leg, leaving her bound on her belly with her legs spread wide.
He was delighted with her ass. Her buttocks were quivering madly as she bounced on the bed, but her legs were tightly tied and there was no way for her to get out. The crack of her ass was deep and wide, and her thighs and buttocks were joined by the same expanse of meaty, white flesh.
"Please, Curt, please!" she howled.
He didn't know now whether she was screaming for release, or screaming for him to hurry. But he could not leave her buttocks so white, so smooth, without punishing them, and he walked over to sit on the bed.
"Oh, Curt, oh, shit, don't hurt me, I beg you," she whimpered in fright.
"Beg all you want now, bitch!" he growled. "It won't do you a bit of good any more. You haven't got a chance."
"Beat me, Curt," she cried out. "Oh, shit, hurry!"
Curt slammed his open hand down on her large white buttocks, and her body was rocked by the force of the blow. Her buttocks were left quivering, and he felt the heat of her ass, and the softness, even during the short slap.
He slammed her again, then again, and her body continued to be jolted hard.
"Oh, that's it!" she moaned over and over again. "Don't stop, oh, Curt, give it to me."
"Take it, cunt," he laughed, "because I sure can give it."
He was delighted, in near bliss as he sat on top of her and spanked her frantically, punishing her buttocks with his open palm until they were both red and sore, and she was still howling under him for more.
Suddenly Curt had an idea, as he sat on top of her and rode the painful convulsions of her writhing body. He darted for the dresser and began rummaging through the drawers as she screamed out, feeling him leave her.
"Curt! Oh, shit, Curt, don't leave me now, not now, please!"
Curt found what he was looking for, a black leather studded dog collar. He hadn't used it since his dog had died a year ago, but now he had to have it.
He returned to the bed and sat back on top of her, and she screamed in rapture to feel his body back on top of hers, his rough, wet flesh rubbing like sandpaper against her naked white skin.
He bent over and slipped the collar in front of her neck, then yanked it backwards around the white, smooth neck, and fastened it in the back. She was collared, and he held the band tight, with his fingers against her flesh, and began pulling backwards as she began to gag.
"Oh, Curt, I can't breath!" she mumbled. But he could hardly hear her words as he pulled on the band hard and felt the studded leather digging into her soft flesh.
He began to bounce up and down on her, and he heard her grunt each time he pounded down hard. From time to time he turned around and slapped her buttocks, then moved down to her thighs and started to pound them steadily.
His cock was stiff, and pointed up at his face as he sat up on top of her. She screamed each time he struck her, and her howls were stifled by the collar around her neck.
"Take it all, bitch!" he roared with laughter, bouncing up and down and pulling on the band while he continued to slam away at her ass. "You and pulling on the band while continuing to slam away at her ass. "You cheap scum, you worm, your beggar!"
She was quivering all over in heat as she felt him brutalizing her. She felt his flesh all over her, and his hard, sure blows on her buttocks, just the way her father had spanked her. She felt his nakedness, she felt his strong hands, she felt the tension of his grip on the collar, and the pain of the leather against her flesh. She wanted to be able to move more than anything, but then again, being totally at his mercy made her even more excited. She was his, she had to do nothing, he would do it all for her.
"Oh Curt, Oh, shit, give it to me!" she shrieked when she suddenly felt his cock against her ass.
Curt had the rod in his hand, pointed downwards, and rubbed the piping-hot tip against her ass crack, then over the white, warm expanse of her buttocks.
The way she was shaking and howling, he knew she was hot, almost nearing her orgasm, in fact. She could hardly speak now, and he felt his own voice cracking in heat as he moaned out loud in triumph.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass, whore!" he cried out. "I'm going to split you wide open!"
He lay down on top of her, without letting go of the collar around her neck, and felt his cock slip into the groove of her slice, the warm flesh of her buttocks surrounding his tool on both sides.
"Oh, fuck, it's so damn warm, and so soft!" he gasped out in bliss.
He moved his hips to rub his rod around in her crack, and felt the skin of the tool pulled along her flesh. Her buttocks wobbled as if they had a life of their own, and he could hardly breathe as he ground his pelvis on the smooth surface of her cheeks, her body still rocked with the pain of the collar.
Her voice was broken as she gasped out loud in bliss, and the sound of her heat and agony made Curt even more anxious for her. His rod was now pulsing furiously with blood, and he could wait no longer.
"Choke, cunt, choke, I'm going to slice you apart!" he shouted into her ear, then, just as she started to reply, tugged on the collar and heard her gag.
He reached under her with his free hand and grabbed one of her huge tits. They were dangling from her chest under her as she writhed upwards, and crushed under her when he slammed her onto the mattress again. He took hold of the loose hot flesh and his palms were baked in the heat of her tits.
He could feel the heat of her tits in his hand, and the tautness of her nipples pressing out against his palm. He felt the blood pulsing through the pink caps, and tugged on the whole orb as she continued to writhe in ecstasy.
His rod was poised at the entrance to her bunghole. He rubbed the hot tip in the slice of her ass, then tried to pry open the tight jaws of her asshole. But she was too tight.
He couldn't delay one moment. It was suddenly clear to him what he had to do, and he leapt off her and ran from the bed.
He returned on the run, with his electric shave-cream dispenser. She saw him flash past, but didn't yet know just what he had in mind.
"You're in for it now," he said, leaping on top of her again after plugging the appliance into the wall. "I'm going to fill you up with hot cream, bitch, right to the gills."
The appliance was shaped like a box with a snout, the long tube through which the lather was dispensed. It was about three inches long, and already piping hot as the lather inside warmed over.
He waited until the lather was red-hot, then rubbed the end of the nozzle against her buttocks, parting them with his hands to get at the pink bud of her asshole.
When she felt the hot metal against her flesh, and then on the pink softness of her bunghole, she howled at the top of her lungs and started to writhe furiously under him. But he had her pinned tightly, and she could do nothing in the way of escape, only shake and bounce his body on top of hers.
He pried open her buttocks and pressed the hot nozzle against her bunghole, then pried open the hot jaws and tried to insert the tip. But it was too wide for her channel, and he pulled it out for another shot.
This time the very tip slipped between the wet folds of her asshole, and he readied the lunge that would slice the tool up into her ass.
"Okay, you rag, I'm going to split you open right now," he shouted in her ear, then pushed with all his might and felt the nozzle bore into her channel, slicing through the tight doors of her rear love and driving on into the depths of her anus.
She shrieked at the top of her lungs when she felt the rod entering her body. The metal tube was red-hot, and she felt the tip reaching in to the furthest regions of her ass and filling it with heat.
When the nozzle was completely buried, Curt stopped pushing. The entire tube was immersed in the juices of her asshole.
"Here it comes, and it's hot as hell!" he howled in delight, then shot the first spurt of hot lather through the nozzle into her bunghole.
"Oh God, I DONT BELIEVE IT!" she howled.
The lather quickly filled up her anus and began to overflow on her buttocks, he felt the lather as it flowed from her asshole, and it was still piping hot. He could imagine that pain she was feeling, the sensation of the hot lather filling her ass as it shot hard from the red-hot nozzle.
He poured the lather in until her buttocks were covered in white, then ripped the nozzle out painfully hard. She was speechless with lust and heat as she felt her ass emptied of the hot metal.
"My cock it twice as hot as the nozzle," he told her, throwing the machine on the floor and mounting her.
"Hurry!" she whimpered. "Oh, Curt, split me open, I can't wait to feel my ass filled like that again!"
He poised the cockhead against her bunghole after caressing the jaws of her ass with his rod, then felt the lather all over his bulb, and knew the entrance would be no problem at all now.
When he pushed even slightly, he felt the tip of his rod enter the jaws of her anus. He readied his lunge, and grabbed her by the dog collar again.
With one strong lunge, he pulled her neck back sharply, forcing a grunt from her throat, and drove in with his hips, slicing hit tool right up into her anus. Her entire channel was filled with the heat of his member as he drove it in, slamming his pelvis into her buttocks hard and knocking her back down on the bed.
She shrieked in rapture as her neck was pulled and her ass stuffed with his rod. He could hardly wait, the gism soaring into his rod already as he felt his whole tool surrounded by the incredible heat of her asshole.
When he pulled back and lunged again, the rod slipped noisily into her anus again, right to the hilt. It was like trying to ride a greased pig. His cock was slick and wet with the juices of her ass and the lather, and her channel was greased so well there was hardly any friction. His rod bore in easily, and filled her anus with the whole painful length of his long, thick member.
"Oh, I can come!" she blurted out. "I can come!"
He knew he would be coming himself in a matter of moments. He started to lunge in and out at top speed, and his body slammed into hers again and again, his rod slipping in, his bush careening into her buttocks, leaving them quivering, his pelvis slamming her cheeks hard at the end of each lunge, his hand under her chest and filled with the heat of two huge tits, his other hand continually pulling on the collar and stifling her loud, agonized screams.
She began to writhe under him as if she were in the throes of death, and he knew she was about to come. He sliced his cock in and out, in ecstasy himself as he poured the pain on her and watched her drink it up greedily, and scream for more.
Suddenly his tool filled with come, and he pulled the cock back until the cockhead was left along between her wet, juicy jaws. Then he drove it in again as it burst apart and tilled her chute with his piping hot gism, the load shooting out and splashing into the channel hard.
She moaned and squirmed as she came, feeling her ass filling with his hot come, and his body brutally slamming hers into the bed. Her neck was almost bleeding now from the friction of the leather, and his body was chaffing her all over as he drove his spurting hose home.
When his balls were empty, he came to an exhausted halt on top of her, feeling her just starting to slow down the frenzied movements of her lust. He pulled on the collar again, then realized he didn't have the energy to continue any longer. He had punished her, he thought. Now he had to rest.
She lay under him without stirring, completely satisfied. Neither she nor Curt were sure the next morning just who had fallen asleep first.