Chapter 5
Cissy had not forgotten about her beating, as Curt thought she had. When she didn't call, or didn't try to get even with him for a few weeks. Curt forgot about her. Curt would have loved to gel at her again, but he knew she would never come back, she had learned her lesson. He figured she had forgotten about him, and counted the session towards experience.
But the girl had not slept one night since then without dreaming of revenge. That was all that occupied her mind. She hated Curt with all the passion in her. She detested his name, hated the thought of him. She couldn't stop thinking about him, however, and how sweet her revenge could be.
She dreamed about what she could do to him. She thought of really hurting him, like with a pipe or a knife. But no, she wouldn't want to kill him, she wanted to make him suffer even more than that.
She thought want it would be like to have him tied down, completely helpless, with a whip in her hand, perhaps with metal spikes. She relished the thought of hearing him howl in agony, of making him beg for mercy and admit he was sorry he had ever laid a hand on her. She wanted him to admit that she had gotten the best of him.
But she didn't see any way that was going to be possible. She was alone, living in a one-room apartment, and she knew few people in the city. She had come to town only a year earlier, after getting fed up with her small town life, and immediately had gotten a grueling job as a secretary.
But that left her little time for herself. She was always tired, and didn't go out after work except on weekends. If only she had friends, she thought, she would get back at Curt. But besides a few girlfriends at work and few dates, she couldn't think of anyone.
She had been thinking about beating Curt for weeks, and had come to realize that she too could get great satisfaction out of tearing into him, out of beating someone mercilessly. She hadn't thought about it for years.
But she could recall when she was a teenager, and her mother always made her take care of her younger brother. How she hated that, how she hated him when she had to mind him, and how she had punished him for it.
The memories of her nights with her brother made her titter in delight, and long to do the same to someone else, especially Curt Taylor. Her brother had been about nine or ten at the time, and she was sixteen. She wanted to go out every night with her friends, but she was stuck with little Jackie, and she grew to hate him.
She remembered the way she had tormented him, pulling on his ears, slapping his face, ripping his hair out of his head when they struggled. She remembered how she used to make him pull down his pants and show his 'thing.' then slapped him hard and spanked his buttocks good until he was weeping like a baby.
But it had almost gone to far. She remembered the last time it had happened, the night she almost got herself in more trouble than she could handle.
It was a warm summer night, and she had been dying to go out with her friends. She was supposed to have a date with a certain boy she had a crush on, and they were going to the woods with a bottle of wine he was supposed to steal. She had been thinking about it all week, wondering what would happen, thinking how great it would be to fuck with the boy in the woods, to feel his cock, to let him touch her all over and beg her to let him fuck her.
But she had learned her mother was going to work late that night and she would have to stay home. No amount of pleading made any difference, she was trapped.
She had sat brooding in the kitchen after her mother had gone, and she was waiting for the first word from her brother. She didn't want to talk to him, didn't want to hear his voice, she wanted to be left alone to think.
But he had started nagging her, asking for things, then calling her names to get her mad. She had warned him, but he was such a fool, she thought, he asked for it all along.
"Please, play a game of cards with. Cissy," he'd nagged over and over again.
"I'm telling you, Jackie, shut up or I'll beat the shit out of you."
"Cissy, Cissy," he taunted, "can't go out and play with the boys."
She felt the rage sweeping through her body. He was the cause of all her troubles. She hated him. She turned and saw his stupid gloating face staring at her, and she ran after him.
She remembered the way he had laughed as he ran, thinking she was only fooling, and I he way she was gasping for breath as she chased him up the stairs, as if she couldn't wait to get hold of him.
He ran into the bedroom and slammed the door.
"Open up," she screamed, "I'll KILL you."
The boy starting crying, realizing his sister's rage, and the beating he was in for. "Please, don't hurt me, Cissy." She pushed open the door and ran at him. He raised his hands to shield his face, and she kicked upwards with all her might, the toe of her foot slamming right up between his legs and into his crotch.
He'd dropped to the floor like rock, screaming and clutching his injured crotch, and she'd ripped down his pants in her rage, punching and kicking him brutally.
When his pants were down, she'd started to spank him furiously, so hard and so long that her own hands were numb. He howled bloody murder all the while, his balls smarting like a toothache.
Then she ripped his belt out of his pants and began beating him on the ass, and then pushed his legs apart so that his small sac was exposed in the back.
"I'll teach you to fool around with me," she screamed.
"No, not there," he howled.
She swung the leather belt down and lashed across the soft white flesh of his ass, then came down hard again. The belt was a cowboy model, and the buckle was large and heavy. She reversed the belt and wrapped the leather end around her wrist, then swung down hard with the buckle.
She remembered the way his whole body and shaken like it had been jolted by electricity how his voice had been sucked clean with his breath, how the sound of the metal had echoed through the room, as she swung the buckle down and slammed it across his ass, right on his small scrotum and balls. A second blow was not necessary.
The boy hadn't been able to speak for almost an hour. She had gotten worried when he turned blue, and was about to give him artificial respiration when he came to. He never spoke to her again, and told her mother what had happened.
Hut even through she had been punished severely for what she did, she didn't regret it. As a matter of fact, when she thought of Curt. She was glad she had gotten even with men at one time in her life. But she still wanted to get back at Curt personally.
After weeks of thinking and dreaming, she suddenly was struck by wanted to get back at Curt personally.
After weeks of thinking and dreaming, she suddenly was struck by an idea. Why hadn't she thought of it sooner? But she knew she had tried not to think about Rickie since their last date, because of what had happened.
She had met Rickie on the subway, and dated him twice before that night. He was a tremendous hulk of a man, working as a laborer, and looking like it. His shoulders were massive, his arms thick as trees, and he was over six feet tall.
She wasn't attracted to big men, but Ricky had seemed so nice, almost gentle during the first two dates. But she had made the mistake of inviting him to her apartment on the third date, and he must have gotten the wrong idea.
She was also sorry she had decided to wear that low-cut dress that night. It was the shortest, most revealing dress she had, and she could recall bending over a bit more than needed during dinner, to give him a glimpse of her luscious, ripe breasts.
He had certainly gotten the wrong idea. It didn't take him more than ten minutes on the couch to be panting in lust, his hands mauling her, his kisses smothering her. She had become frightened. She had no objection of making love, but he was coming on too fast. She couldn't handle him.
He loved brutally, she could see that. She didn't want it that way. She tried to stop him, but he was like a machine wound up, unable to stop until the key in his back had stopped turning. She fought in vain.
She remembered the thick, black net of hair on his chest when he ripped off his shirt, and the strong, rippling muscles in his arms and chest. She was panting under him, and felt his hands ripping off her clothes.
"No, oh, no, please Rickie," she'd shouted. But it was no use. He was kissing her, he was trying to get her excited, but he was too brutal. She felt her body crushed under his, his hands tearing at her flesh, then his mouth ripping at her tits as he pulled them out.
She had even started to pummel his back, but that seemed to get him even more excited. He grunted and groaned, pumping her into the couch with his powerful hips.
She remembered the sight of his cock when he stripped. It was so thick, like his arms and legs were thick, and so long, so covered with veins. She'd howled in fright, but he went right one, spreading her legs brutally and then ramming his cock deep into her body.
She remembered the sensation of his cock slicing through her cunt lips, prying them open, filling her cunt completely with his hot cockflesh, ripping at her channel walls so hard she thought he would actually split her right open.
She remembered the weight of his body on top of hers, the hair in his chest, his rippling thighs as she started to pump into her cunt, his hot breath on her face as he soared towards his orgasm.
She'd fought wildly as he went on, crushed under him, her tits flattened on her chest, her flesh torn by his groping hands. Then she's felt the sudden rush of warmth through her pussy as his huge rod exploded in the first burst of come, and he jammed his rod in and out faster than ever, slapping her back and forth under him like so much raw meat.
She had been breathless and her body was racked with pain when she finished. She had thrown him out screaming, and she never called again. But now she thought, he could do her a favor. She did know he had called her office once right after the incident, and she had given word she would not speak with him.
He was the answer. He would have something to gain in the fight, she thought. If he would do her the favor of brutalizing Curt, with her there and perhaps participating, she would let Ricky do anything he wanted to her. He would be sure to jump at the chance, since Cissy knew just what a fine-looking girl she was, and how her body appealed to men.
She decided to call and arrange a meeting. She could have him show up at Curt's apartment right after she got there. She figured Curt would certainly be anxious to see her if she told him she was coming over.
Sure enough, she was right on both counts. She spoke with Ricky. She made no bones about the fact that he would be amply rewarded. In fact, she was quite explicit on the phone, and promised, in so many words, to give him the best blow-job of his life.
The man needed no convincing. His cock was stirring already when he thought of having her to himself, having the buxom, eager, willing blonde all to himself. He said he would do whatever needed doing, and added that Curt wouldn't be the first man he had beaten to a pulp.
Curt was just as anxious to help her in her plan. He said he would love to see her again, and that he was glad she wasn't mad at him. She knew he was delighted to think she may be coming back more, since she would certainly know what to expect.
She made plans to come over that night, then called Ricky and told him to arrive a little later on. She wanted him to come right in and start, she would have Curt off guard when he arrived.
Curt and Ella had been seeing a lot of one another in the past few weeks. Curt had found that even alter a number of sessions, he hadn't lost interest in her. She was unlimited in her sexual abilities, and she loved the way he worked. They had no complaints about what went on in bed.
He found she was more of an interesting person now too, as he got to know her. He felt he might even be really falling for her, but couldn't be sure. He did know that he felt more for her than any other girl he had ever gone with.
They had started to see each other regularly during the day, too. They would have lunch together, and he would often ride the bus home with her at night. They met after dinner almost every night, and had dinner together quite often.
She really liked Curt now, even more than before when she had a crush on him. She found that he was warm and somewhat considerate when they went out, and he was very interesting. But he left no doubt as to who was in charge. She knew that. He told her what was going to happen, and she did it. But she didn't mind, she too felt she was falling for Curt.
When he learned that Cissy was coming over, he told her on the phone. At first she was upset, and feared she may be interested in getting an old flame burning again. But he laughed.
"Don't worry" he said on the phone, "I can't stand that bitch. She's a real tease, just like I hate."
"Maybe she wants another lesson," he said. "I wouldn't mind giving it to her either."
"You can come over," he suggested. "That would be fine. That would show her I don't need her, and we could both make a fool out of her."
"You really hate her, Curt?"
"Sure, come over and you'll see," he laughed.
Ella had agreed to come right over, and she found herself looking forward to the confrontation. She would personally spit on her if she tried to tease her.
Curt was jubilant, He would have them both, he thought, both of the luscious dishes in his apartment at the same time. And they both knew who would be the boss. If Cissy wanted to see just how he loved, she would find out soon enough. But Curt was surprised to see how interested he was in Ella while they waited. He realized he couldn't care less if Cissy showed up, and that was a surprise. He figured he must be falling for Ella more than he had thought.
They fooled around while they waited, but Curt didn't want to spend his seed on her, he wanted to be hot and bothered when Cissy arrived. He knew that in that condition he was his sharpest, and he wanted to be sharp as a knife for the old girlfriend he detested so.
But Ella had done her best, even opening his zipper and stripping down his pants as they made out on the couch. Once he felt her hot, wet mouth around his cock, rising and falling so gracefully, her tongue licking around his bloated bulb, he knew it would be tough to stop her if she wanted to such his gism into her throat.
But the door bell had saved him, of at least his load. He pushed her head away and started to pull up his pants.
"I'll get it," he told Ella. "Just sit there on the couch, I'll let her in."
He walked to the door, and found Cissy smiling at him when he opened it. She wore a dress, a short one, with a low-cut neckline, and she was looking fine. "Come on in," he said, leading her into the living room.
She was all smiles as she strolled in, but her smile was wiped clean when she spotted Ella sitting on the couch, grinning at her as if to mock her.
"This is Ella," Curt smiled as he joined her. "And this is Cissy."
The woman sat on the chair, across from Ella. She obviously was confused. Why confused. Why did he have the girl here? This didn't seem like the old Curt Taylor. It was plain to see she resented Ella, and hated her at first sight.
"Well, what brings you her?" asked Curt.
"Curt, I told you on the phone," she stammered, "I thought we were going out or something."
"It's the something I think you're interested in," Curt laughed. "Why don't we spend a nice evening at home?"
Cissy was disturbed. She wanted to leave, but she had already set up the surprise entrance of Ricky. She would have to wait him out.
"What's the matter?" Ella smiled. "You nervous about something?"
Cissy shot Ella a hateful glance, and Curt tittered where he stood. But then he walked over and sat down next to Ella, smiling with the woman at Cissy.
"So, what brings you around?" asked Curt. "I didn't think you'd be seeing me again, alter what happened. Are you still mad about that?"
"No, of course, not, it didn't bother me," she lied.
"Then maybe we could get to know each other, I mean all three of us. We could have a good time, really we could."
"I don't know," she said. "Things seem to be a lot different."
"You mean Ella?" Curt asked. "We've been going together for a while now. She knows just what happened between us."
Cissy turned bright red.
"Every last detail," Ella smiled.
Cissy couldn't stand it any longer. Hate was rushing through her and overflowing at the mouth. "I can't stand your face," she told Ella.
Ella flushed white. "You've got some nerve, you bitch, coming in here and insulting me."
"Stay out of this," said Cissy.
"I'm in it, and I'm staying," Ella replied. "Why don't you go fuck yourself."
"You stupid bitch," said Cissy. "You haven't learned yet what he's like, have you."
"Why don't you just leave, no one wants you her," Ella gloated. "Curt doesn't want you here. He hated you."
"Is that true, Curt?" asked Cissy.
He grinned at her in mockery. "You bitch, I can't stand the sight of you."
Cissy was having second thoughts now. She wanted more than anything to run. They expected her to, to run away in humiliation and leave them laughing at her. But she would have to stay, she would have to endure their taunts. If only Ricky would arrive, she thought.
"You've got a lot of nerve to even show your face around her," said Curt.
"Why don't you go jerk off," she snapped. "I can't stand you either."
"Then why'd you come," asked Ella. "Your pussy too hot to handle."
Cissy jumped from her chair and ran at Ella, spitting venom in her face. Ella stood up when the woman spat at her, glowing with rage.
"How DARE you!" she screamed.
With one blow she knocked Cissy right off her feet. Curt saw her wind back and then shake her tits wildly as she swung with closed fist, catching the woman on the chin and knocking her back towards her chair.
"I'll tear you apart," Ella spat out.
Curt jumped up to stop her, but she was already on Cissy, tearing at her hair and ripping at her clothes. Cissy howled in terror as she felt her clothes ripped from her body, her hair being ripped from her head, her body pummeled by Ella's fists.
Curt's cock began to swell as he watched Ella rip Cissy's clothes to shreds, exposing her pearly white tits and her smooth thighs, the blonde hair on her head ruffled and disheveled by Ella as she continued to tear into her.
She pinned the woman to the ground with her knees on her shoulders, and Cissy kicked her legs madly under her. But it was no use, she was pinned tightly and she could not shield her face from the woman on top of her.
Curt walked over and ripped off her skirt. She could do nothing to stop him. She was thick and dense and wet with the sweat of fear as Curt pulled her panties down and left her nude, except for the shambles of her dress that still clung to her waist.
"You're trapped like a rat," spat Ella. "You can wiggle all you want, you won't get out."
"Give her a smack for me," Curt said. "I can't stand her face."
Ella slapped her across the face, then again on the other cheek Cissy's head was jolted back and forth by the cruel blows. Then Ella bent over and spat right in her eye, and Cissy began to howl at the top of her lungs.
"No, no, no more, let me go, please, I'll leave, let me go, Curt, make her stop!"
"Forget it," he laughed. "You're trapped, and you'll pay for the insults you gave us."
"Please, let me go," she pleaded.
Ella laughed in her face, then started to bounce up and down on top of her as Curt left the room.
"You'll be sorry you ever step foot in this apartment," Ella said. "I'm sure you won't come back this time."
"You just wait," Cissy spat back. "I'll get even with you, and a lot sooner than you think."
Curt returned from the bedroom, and Ella beamed with delight when he saw he had the enema bag.
"That'll clean her out good," she laughed. "She could use it, the slut."
"Oh no," screamed Cissy, when he had spotted the bag in his hand "Please, no!" She began kicking her legs about madly, but she felt Curt punch her in the thighs, and her legs stiffened in a cramp. She could hardly move them, and she felt him sit on her legs, pinning them to the floor. She was totally unable to move now.
Curt had filled the bag to the brim with ice-water, and he knew how the water would sting her most tender flesh. He reached in and spread her cunt lips, as she howled for mercy and tried in vain to kick free.
He slipped the tip of the tube into her cunt and pushed hard, driving the snake-like rubber up into her snatch until the bag was pressing against her cunt lips.
"I've got it all the way in," he told Ella. "It's in at least eight inches."
"Oh, shit, I can feel it, please, take it out, take it away" she cried out.
Curt felt the ice-cold water stinging his hands even through the rubber of the bag as he readied the squirt. He laughed at her face and then squeezed it hard, and felt the huge gush of water race through the tube and pour out into the depths of her cunt.
She gasped aloud in disbelief when she felt the water filling her pussy. It was all over her, her snatch was filled to the brim, and she felt faint with pain.
"She going out, Curt," Ella said.
"This'll bring her to," he replied, squeezing the bag and sending another burst of water up into her cunt.
He was right. As soon as the water began pouring into her cunt again, her whole body stiffened and she tried desperately to writhe. She could do nothing to relieve the pain, nothing but shake her head back and forth and wiggle her toes, for she was pinned tight by the two bodies.
Curt emptied the water bag into her cunt, then dismounted and ran into the bathroom as Cissy swooned.
"We're not through yet bitch," Ella mocked.
Curt returned with another bagful, but this time it was piping hot, not cold.
"This will warm you up,'" he joked.
She screamed in pain as he slipped the tube back into her cunt, as the hot metal tip of the tip burned her cunt walls. The water was so hot it was almost steam.
"Oh, shit, not that" she gasped. "You couldn't."
"Watch me," he snarled.
She howled at the top of her lungs when he first burst piping hot water filled her cunt. She had never experienced such pain in her life. She didn't think it was possible. Every last morsel of her cunt was scorched by the boiling water, and it was starting to run down her thighs and soak her bush. One drop slipped down to burn her asshole.
"She's going out again," said Ella, slapping her face to humiliate her further and try to keep her conscious.
Curt was ready to squirt again when he heard a loud knocking on the door. He cursed and raced to the door, planning on just cracking the door a slice to get rid of whoever was there. He knew there was nothing important enough to make him want to stop what lie was doing.
He asked who was there through the door, but when he received no response, he cracked the door at bit.
As soon as he poked his head out the door, Cissy began howling at the top of her lungs.
"Ricky, they're beating me, help!" she screamed.
Ella thrust her hand over her mouth, but it was too late. Ricky heard her words as the door opened, and wasted no time in barging through the door.
"What's going on here," Ricky bellowed, seeing Cissy almost naked on the floor under Ella.
Curt could see that it wouldn't be wise to tangle with the massive brute. He stepped back, noticing that Ricky was raging mad.
"Who are you?" asked Ella.
"Get out of my house," Curt added.
"I'll rip you apart," Ricky boomed. "How dare you hurt her, you cocksucker, I'll kill you."
Curt saw that the only chance he had was to rush the man. He now realized that Ricky knew Cissy, and suspected what had been arranged. And he had been foolish enough to fall for it.
He lunged at Ricky, but the big man merely sidestepped him and slammed him on the back of the neck, knocking Curt to the rug hard.
"That's it," Cissy shouted, "He's no match for you."
Ella leaped up and darted into the corner of the room. It was obvious to her that Curt was in for a beating, and she didn't want to get in the way and catch some of Ricky's rage.
Ricky stood over Curt, and Curt began to tremble as he looked up, his head smarting, and saw the huge man standing over him.
"I'm going to beat the shit out of you, boy," Ricky smiled "And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it too."
Curt saw he was trapped. He couldn't fight back, that would be futile. Yet, he didn't like the idea of standing still while Ricky tore him apart.
"Wait, Ricky, get her, get that bitch," Cissy screamed, pointing at Ella in the corner. "I want to see her scream."
Ella dropped to her knees in fright, trembling madly as Ricky glared at her. She had nowhere to run, and she knew Cissy would hold Ricky to torment her.
Ricky grabbed Curt and threw him in a chair, then strapped him in with the rope he made Cissy fetch. Curt did not try to struggled, after catching a good clout on the ear when he tried. Ricky was no man to fool with, Curt was learning that.
Meanwhile Ella trembled in the corner. It was agony to wait, to crouch in terror in the corner and now that when the man had finished tying up Curt, he was going to start beating her brutally. She was sobbing and crying bitterly, her heart racing madly.
Curt was tied up tightly, his arms behind his back and behind the chair, his legs tied to the post with his thighs spread by the angle.
Cissy walked over and spat in his face, and Curt was helpless to shield himself.
"You bastard," she spat, "you're really going to get it now. I hope you really like that bitch, because you're about to see her ripped to shreds. Believe me, Ricky can do it."
Ricky smiled in anticipation as he walked towards Ella. He liked what he saw, especially the huge tits that were quivering as she shook in fright. This was going to be easy, he thought, and fun to boot. When it was over, he could still collect his reward from Cissy.
He stood over her and glared. "You bitch, you're really going to get it. Get up."
Ella could not move. She tried to speak, but her words caught in her throat.
"I said GET UP!" Ricky bellowed, scaring her and sending her to her feet.
"Please, don't hurt me," she wept. "Curt, help me, oh, please no, don't, please."
"Make her howl, the bitch," Cissy said, standing near Curt and watching as Ricky grabbed Ella by the wrist and threw her on the couch.
She tried to hold him off, but he ripped her clothes to shreds, tearing down her blouse and leaving her tits exposed to his mauling hands. Then he ripped off her bottom and left her completely naked, shaking madly on the couch.
"That's it," Cissy shouted, "no mercy, Ricky, no mercy."
Curt couldn't bear to watch. The girl he cared for was about to be brutally raped and beaten by the huge man, and he could do nothing to stop him.
Ricky stood up and started to strip, and Ella was so shaken in her fright she could not move. She curled up on the couch, shaking madly and watched as Ricky exposed his massive, hairy chest, and then his rippling thighs and finally his thick, immense cock, his rod fully elongated, his bulb gleaming, his balls hairy and taut.
"This is going to be fun," Ricky said. "You can scream all you want, bitch, you'll just make it better for me."
"Aiiieeeehhh!!! Oh, please, let me go!!"
He pushed her down on the couch, pinning her as he mounted her, and then slapped her face in a rapid volley to simmer her down. She was howling insanely, and trying to writhe under him, but she was pinned to the couch.
His flesh was wet and rough on her nude body as he pinned her and pressed his chest on top of her tits, then thrust his crotch hard again hers, slamming her into the couch.
"Stay still, whore," he spat out, slapping her back and forth again.
Curt was almost in tears as he saw the man take his enormous cock in hand and rub it along Ella's wet cunt lips. She screamed in pain and terror as she felt the bloated cap enter he cunt and then the entire length of his huge tool slice into her pussy hard and fast.
"No, please Cissy, make him stop," Curt wailed.
"Suffer, you bastard," Cissy scowled.
Ricky was pushing Ella into the couch with his brutal lunges. Curt could hear the man grunting like an animal as he slapped his massive body into Ella's naked flesh, slamming his into the couch.
"Oh, Curt" she howled. "Oh, God, help me." Ricky was slamming his hips down with all his might, driving the whole length of his tool deep into her pussy. She was crushed under him, for he made no attempt to soften the lunges, to hold himself up at all. No, he rested all his weight on her, and slammed his body into hers at the end of each lunge.
Curt was shaking with agony as he saw her thighs spread and his hairy legs scissoring over her crotch. When he pulled back, Curt could even see the length of his thick member as he slipped it out of her cunt, and then watched it disappear back into her pussy as he rammed it home with a loud groan and grunt.
She was howling under him on horror, her cunt stuffed with his horrid cockflesh, his brutal body all over hers, his breath and his groans right in her face all the while. She could do nothing, and knew she would have to wait. When she suddenly realized that he was going to continue until her cunt was filled with his gism, she started to scream even louder in terror.
Curt struggled to free himself. The sight was too much for him, he had to escape, if not to help her, at least to take himself away from the scene. It was too brutal for him to watch any longer, he thought.
Cissy laughed in his face, spitting in his eye and then slapping him across the check, not hard, not to hurt him but to humiliate him.
"Keep your eyes open," she said. "I want you to watch every second of this."
He refused to open his eyes, and she reeled back then drove her fist right into his spread crotch, shattering his balls in pain.
"Oh, shit, no more," he blurted out.
"Keep your eyes open," she said. "If you close them again I'll slice your balls right off."
Ricky was crushing Ella almost to death. He had slipped his hands under her naked body, and was kneading the flesh of her ass as he continued to pump. But now he was pulling her up as well as pushing himself down, so that when he lunged inwards with his rod, he pulled her ass upwards, and her body was splattered into his, knocking her senseless each time he lunged.
"Oh, help me, Curt, help me, someone," she wailed, in between his quickening lunges.
Cissy laughed to hear her scream, and checked to make sure Curt had his eyes open. The man on top of her was much too busy to reply, his breath very quick now as he felt his tool surrounded by her tight wet channel again and again and his gism seeping into his staff as he moaned and groaned towards his orgasm.
"He's going to come," Cissy mocked Curt. "He's going to empty his balls in her snatch, Curt, and believe me, Ricky has some load."
Curt screamed aloud and struggled madly to free himself, but the woman only laughed, and slapped his face again. Suddenly they heard Ricky start to howl, and then watched him bound his body in Ella's harder and faster than ever before, so hard in fact that Curt couldn't believe she was remaining conscious.
Ricky groaned and lunged, pulling her ass up and slamming her hips into his. His rod sliced downward and burst open in the flood of gism, and Ella howled at the top of her lungs when she felt her cunt filling with his unwanted seed.
Cissy laughed loudly and stared at Curt in mockery as the man erupted, and Curt could do nothing but watch. Once, when he tried to close his eyes for a moment, his face as slapped very hard.
Ella was panting and wheezing like a dying horse when Ricky stopped. He lay on top of her and she began to struggle feebly to free herself, crushed and out of breath from the weight of his body.
Finally he propped himself up and slipped his rod out of her cunt, then sat up on the couch as she almost swooned with relief.
"How does it feel?" Cissy asked. "How does it feel, you bastard, to see someone you like beaten and brutalized? How does it feel now, Curt?"
He didn't reply. He couldn't bear to look in her face any longer, and tried to turn away. But she grabbed his hair and pulled his head around so that he couldn't avoid it.
"I asked you how it felt," Cissy snarled. "You fuckin creep, you had some nerve. I told you you'd regret ever paying around with me."
Ella was groaning, and Ricky leaned over and spat in her face. "Cheap bitch, didn't even put up a fight," he chuckled.
"You watched her taken care of," Cissy said. "Now, you're going to find out just what it feels like yourself, Curt. You're going to suffer like you never did before."