Chapter 6
Donna became obsessive about sex, but found her husband was still as elusive as ever. The only trouble was, his elusiveness was now caused by his having to satisfy the maid as well as herself. Granted, he did do a better job than he had previously done, but this only made her want and need satisfaction that much more. The entire weekend drove her crazy. Her husband was too weak on Saturday to do much for her after using his cock on the maid later in the afternoon, and Sunday, after he tied her to a bedpost in the master bedroom and beat her with a flat leather belt that didn't break her skin, he fucked her exactly once before once again having to satisfy the maid, after which he was totally worn out.
On Monday, Donna got her revenge where the maid was concerned by inviting the milkman and the delivery boy into the house and letting the two men take turns with the woman. It didn't occur to her the two of them might have been able to take her on together, otherwise she certainly would have done just that. In point of fact, she sat in a chair and watched as the two men, one after the other, made good use of her maid, flaggellating the woman with some old wooden slats she had found in the backyard before getting down to slipping their hard penises into her. But the sight of the two men working on her maid merely served to arouse her that much more, and as a result she knew she had to find some satisfaction. Oddly enough, it never occurred to her to "cheat" on Mike, though she had been willing enough to cheat on her husband. She knew it meant another whipping, but her body was craving satisfaction. So that afternoon, at four thirty, she called a cab and had the driver take her to Utopia Parkway West where Custom Builders was located. After paying off the driver, she hurried inside, but to her amazement she saw two men behind the counter.
"Hey," Mike smiled. "Good to see you again. This was the lady I was telling you about," he said to the other man. "You know, the one with all those windows."
"Oh yeah," the other man nodded.
The other man was tall, with a slightly round face, carrot-colored hair-good-looking in his own way, no less masculine than Mike, yet his presence unnerved Donna.
"I got what you want," Mike said to the girl. "Suppose you go in the back. It's up in the attic. I think you know the way."
"Yes," Donna nodded, gulping.
"Red, you put on the lights for the lady, okay?"
"Sure thing," the redheaded man nodded.
"What do you do here?" Donna asked as the two of them walked into the warehouse.
"I'm what you might call the field manager," Red replied. "I handle all the fence work."
"Oh!" Donna nodded. "Well if we ever need any fence work done, I'll be certain to let you know."
Red turned on the lights, and Donna went up the stairs to the attic to wait. She wondered if she ought to undress, but she decided it might be a good idea to wait until the redheaded man left and she was alone with Mike.
Some few minutes later she heard footsteps on the stairs. Breathlessly she looked at the door, but when it opened she saw it was Red, not Mike.
"Where's Mike?" she asked.
"Mike's busy," Red replied. "He briefed me on what you want. So I figure you know why I'm here," he told her, shutting the door, a broad smile creasing his boyishly handsome face.
"I know why you think you're here," she snapped.
"But I want Mike, not you. You come near me, and I'll kick your balls in."
"Ah, a real feisty one," Red said, smiling. "What a pleasure you're going to be. You know, I've been all over the world, and in that time I've seen quite a few broads. Each one has had a different sort of attitude. I've met the quiet, subservient woman from India, the silently accepting Chinese girls, the defiant blondes like yourself, mostly Nordic and Aryan types. I've also encountered some hot-blooded Latins, not to mention the so-called reserved English who are not so reserved. I've met passionate French women, and then there were the Japanese women who were always more than willing to please."
"Just what is it you're trying to say?" Donna asked.
"Honey, you aren't unique, though I have to admit I've seen few, if any women, who look as strong as you. But I still think I'm stronger. So if you get violent, I'm going to have to get more violent, if you dig me. Believe me, I'm not underestimating your strength, not by a long shot. What I am doing is telling you, plainly, simply, in a straightforward factual way, you are about to be solidly fucked. What's more, I'm going to fuck you in a way that totally pleases me, even if it doesn't necessarily please you. By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna be overjoyed, whether you've been fucked, sucked, or sodomized."
"You disgust me, do you know that?" Donna asked. "Do you have to be so verbally graphic about the way you say things?"
"Hey, those are the words, honey. They say it all. If you used those words with your own husband, you'd probably be able to turn him on a lot more often than you do."
"I don't know about turning him on, but you turn me off," she insisted. "I wouldn't let you put hands on me if you were the only man around."
"At the moment that's just it. I am the only man around. But whether or not you allow me to put hands on you, that's precisely what I intend doing-hands, and another part of my anatomy, as well, though just where it is I'm going to put that part of my anatomy I have not yet decided. You want to be treated like some whore off the streets, then that's just what I'll do. You want to be treated like a lady, then I'll treat you like a lady. The choice is yours, honey. So let's stop bullshitting around. Off with that imagine red dress."
"The hell I will, you son of a bitch!" she snapped.
"Sorry, honey, I gave you fair warning," he told her, shaking his head and walking over to her. "Looks like I have to buy you a new dress before you go home tonight."
"You stay away from me!" she yelled, doing her best to back away from him.
He came nearer and she tried getting around him in the hope of reaching the door to the stairs. Long before she was anywhere near the door he was on her, dragging her to the bed, gripping her tightly by both arms.
Donna turned to face him and tried jamming her knee in his groin, but Red was all set for her and turned his hip, blocking her knee. Then he backhanded her across the face and she fell onto the mattresses.
"I suppose hitting me made you feel really masculine," she said, her hand touching the sore cheek as she cowered on the bed. Red merely smiled and began undressing.
"Get the duds off or I'll have to rip them off," he insisted as he finished undressing.
The sight of his muscular body standing in front of her frightened Donna. She had known Mike would try abusing her in some way, but it had never occurred to her he would ring in a substitute at the last moment.
Donna had to try and find some way to get out of this. She knew, strong as she was, that she wasn't going to fight her way out. Perhaps she might be able to shame him into letting her go. She began laughing viciously, saying, "If you only knew how totally ridiculous you look standing there."
Her words seemed to galvanize Red into action once again. The man walked over to where she lay, reached down, grabbed her short, fluffy blonde hair and twisted his fingers tightly in it. Donna began laughing hysterically, inwardly quivering because this redheaded man was putting his hands on her. The mere idea of his touching her revolted her. Imagine allowing this man's body, his torso, to cover her own. The simple thought was totally out of the question. Mike was the man she wanted. Not that Red was a bad-looking man. On the contrary, he was a very good looking man. He was taller than Mike, had a slightly rounder face, but his entire attitude was almost a carbon copy of Mike's, as if she was something coming to him, as if her wants and needs didn't count as long as she fulfilled his.
"No!" she yelled at the red haired man. "I think you're a disgusting pig. Stay far away from me."
Red threw her back on the mattress then lay beside her, forcing her down when she would have risen, his steady gaze burning into her. She quivered, lying there as his large hands ran over the fullness of her firm body, touching the milky whiteness of her rounded thighs under her red dress. His hands wandered higher, touching the slight fullness of her waist, and then moved higher, realizing she had no bra on underneath. His fingers played over the large nipples on her breasts, dancing over the chocolate-circled areolae. This only made her nipples enlarge that much more, pressing against the halter fabric built into her dress, as if begging to be released.
"You let go of me," she insisted, frightened out of her wits and shivering as the redheaded man's hands wandered over her lush body.
"Baby, you came up here of your own free will," Red snapped, his eyes glittering. "Now that you're here, you're gonna do exactly as I say. The sooner you do what I say, the sooner you learn that here you obey, the easier it'll be for you. But don't make any mistakes, honey. Now that you are here, you're gonna do as I say, sooner or later. For your own sake it'd better be sooner."
The blonde woman stared at Red and realized the man was totally devoid of pity. She was smart enough to know she was capable of hurting him by kicking him in his groin, but even if she did manage to physically damage him, the only way out was through the front, where Mike was working. The rear of the warehouse had been closed and locked. At this moment she was totally in the power of this horrible redheaded man.
"I don't know you," she gasped, starting to cry out loud. "I just can't get involved with you-just like that!"
The man smiled as his huge, powerful arms surrounded her and his face came down on hers, his mouth hungrily kissing her. She felt the edges of his teeth biting her lips, actually hurting her, and now, more than ever, she was aware of the need to get away. She had no idea how she was going to accomplish it, but she had to escape.
The lovely Donna began violently struggling, but strong as she was, the redheaded man was that much stronger-a Hercules overcoming Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons. His arms were a tight vise around her and his probing tongue was already forcing her heart-shaped lips apart, working their way between her even white teeth, teeth that hadn't dared bite. God! How she ached to clamp down on that wet, sloshing tongue, feeling the overpowering need to bite and chew it. She allowed her anger to get the better of her common sense and began trying to bite him, but the man was always quicker than she, and she ended up biting her own tongue, instead. She screamed aloud with pain, then tried butting his handsome face with the top of her head.
"Baby, you just have to learn the hard way," Red snapped, and he began slapping her face. He slapped her a good dozen times, dazing her, her head snapping from side to side.
Donna felt woozy and weak, realizing how completely unprotected she was at present. The man was even more overpowering, in his own way, than Mike. He refused to be cowed by her brashness where Mike would have simply stepped aside and all but kicked her out. It seemed her time had come for getting back more than she was giving. First Mike, then her husband, now this redheaded man.
His hands literally tore her red dress from her body, exposing the full swells of her huge mammaries to his hungrily staring eyes. Then without hesitation her panties were suddenly ripped off, and the redheaded man was staring at the beautiful moss of golden fluff barely coating her broad pelvis.
"I was going to give you a slow, lingering warm-up period," Red told her. "But because you're such a stuffy bitch, I figure you don't deserve it. What you do deserve is just what you're going to get. Just remember, you brought all this on yourself."
"You animal!" she gasped. "You vile, rotten animal!"
He smiled, stood, and walked over to a corner of the attic. He reached into the corner and pulled out something, though she was unable to determine what it was, at first. As he came closer, she realized it was a length of fence wire, chain link fence, and the chain link was wired between two strands of metal.
"This was going to be part of some guy's decorative fence, until he changed his mind. We had this stored up here in the attic for a long time, wondering what we were going to do with it," Red told her. "Now I know."
Donna stared at it. It was four feet long, and the two metal pieces to which the chain link was attached were six inches apart. At the top of the chain link was another piece of metal with a knob, originally meant to merely be a decoration. But Red was holding it like the handle of a paddle.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" Donna gasped.
"I'm going to beat you black-and-blue, honey," he smiled.
"You're crazy!" she gasped, trying to leap away from him.
He grabbed her hair, then pointed to a large wooden penta-post standing nearby, saying, "You fight anymore, and I'll shove that post right up your cunt."
Donna stared at the post. It had to be at least six inches in circumference, maybe more, and she knew something like that shoved into her vagina would make her bleed. Cowering, she whimpered as Red made her stand, then bend over the mattresses with her head resting on her arms, her ass sticking out as Mike had made her pose the last time she had been here.
Red wasted no time. He began hitting her with the chain link paddle, and she felt the wicked sting of nine-gauge, vinyl-covered fence wire biting into her rear cheeks, creating a heated burning the like of which she had never tried to imagine. The fence wire caused waffle patterns to form in red on her ass as the redheaded man walloped her again and again, the pain less brutal than that which Mike had caused with the vinyl paddle, yet more lingering. He hit her in such a way that the metal sides of the makeshift chain link paddle didn't touch her, but the wire did. As a result, her resilient asscheeks made the paddle rebound all the more vigorously with each wallop.
Swish-whap! Swish-whap! Swish-whap!
Red was impatient. Unlike Mike, he wanted to get the preliminaries over and done with. When he had formed countless crossing red stripes on her backside without breaking Donna's skin, he threw the paddle aside, then hurled her onto the mattresses.
Donna winced when her sore buttocks skidded across the top mattress, and she yelled, "Bastard!" at Red. Then the air whooshed out of her as he hurled his own hairy naked body on top of hers, the fluffy hair on his chest scrubbing the soft white flesh of her breasts, making her nipples tingle with arousal against her will.
Donna began struggling with every ounce of strength she had left. She spit at him, and this made Red slap her lovely face again, after which he rolled off her, spun her over onto her belly, and pressed a knee into her back to keep her from rolling over again. Each time she lifted her head up to curse him again, he rammed her face against the top mattress, whacking her on the back of her head with the flat of his palm. Now and again he would grab a handful of her fluffy blonde hair and jam her face all the more firmly into the mattress to muffle her cursing.
His knees were now between hers, and little by little he was forcing her white thighs farther and farther apart. Donna was aware of her kneecaps roughly dragging along the surface of the mattress. She fought, doing her best to keep him from parting her loins, but she discovered it was no use. Her face stung from the way he had continually slapped her, and burning tears, pouring from her eyes, now ran down her cheeks, stinging them as well with their salt. Her thighs were being forced wider and wider all the time.
Donna suddenly gasped, startled by the feeling of the hard knob of his throbbing cock. She hadn't even looked at it, totally unaware of the length and thickness of it, but now she felt the breadth of the head as it pressed against her inner thighs and she knew it was thick, really thick. The lovely blonde gasped as she felt it being shoved forward so that the long, hot pole moved between the crevice of her plumply rounded, red-waffled asscheeks.
She writhed with pain, trying to move her sore rear-end. It was the only part of her she was able to move a little now that he was pressing his weight on top of her. She wanted that disgusting, slickly wet length belonging to the man to get away from her, but every move on her part only pressed the solid rod that much deeper into the indentation between her gluteus maximi.
Suddenly Red's weight was off her as she heard his voice order out loud, "Up on your knees, honey. Do it willingly or I'll get the fence paddle and work your ass over until it bleeds."
But Donna lay there, totally defiant and unmoving save to bring her plump thighs clamping together again, tightening her muscles in what she knew had to be a futile effort as tears continued heavily flowing.
When Red saw the blonde wasn't going to willingly obey him, he picked up the chain link paddle and proceeded to whack her ass as hard as possible, hitting her more than twelve times, this time hitting her hard enough so that the chain link did break the outer layer of skin. Nevertheless, it wasn't a deep-enough cut to bring blood, though it was deep enough to make her buttocks burn with agony. This made Donna wriggle and squirm that much more, yet she was determined not to surrender herself to this horrible stranger who had intruded himself into her life.
Her ovoid asscheeks had crisscrossed lines up and down and across as well as diagonally from all the times he had hit her. The cut outer layers of skin were stinging unmercifully as she perspired and the salt from her perspiration filled the wounds. Swish-whack! Swish-whack! Swish-whack!
The blonde realized it was no use. Even now, it was going to be difficult explaining all these marks on her behind to her husband. Yet she knew she didn't dare confess her infidelity for fear of being divorced and left with no means of support. Her own willfulness had brought her to this in the first place. If she kept coming back to see Mike Ferrizo it would mean her own destruction. Yet to not do so meant having to seek physical pleasure in some unknown quarter, which would mean facing more unknown horrors. She would be back again, and she would accept whatever torture Mike intended visiting on her, even if it was Red. Yes, she had to obey Red right now, whether she liked it or not.
"Come on!" Red said, his voice almost gravelly. "Pick up that caboose, honey!"
"All right, all right!" Donna sniffled, and slowly struggled to her knees, raising her rear.
Apparently she didn't move fast enough to suit the redheaded man because his hands suddenly slipped beneath her, grabbing her thigh-fronts, hoisting her up until her rounded, crisscrossed fanny was way up in the air. Her buns were already obscenely poised, as if hanging in mid-air with no support.
She realized the uselessness of resistance at this point. The redheaded man was determined to get what he wanted from her helpless body. With the back door down, the warehouse was soundproofed, so no matter how loud she intended yelling it would do her no good. Even if Mike, in the store, heard her, he had no intention of coming to her aid. She was this man's to do with as he pleased. For the moment she belonged to him, allowing him to manipulate her any way that suited him. Maybe if she cooperated for a short while, he would get it over with, somehow possibly giving her some kind of pleasure to compensate for all this pain.
Red was kneeling behind her as her husband had done when her face had been pushed into the pussy of her maid, but he was taking his time now that he had her under his control. At the moment he was staring into the depths of her pink, wet, juicy cunt. It made
Donna uncomfortable to realize this strange man was simply staring at it, enjoying what he was able to see while she remained with her rear-end up in the air, not daring to move.
Donna was well aware of the fact that she was a beautiful woman. She knew her beauty had been the snare she had used to catch her husband. She also knew this redheaded man, for all his cruelty, was now hot for her beauty, the lecherous son of a bitch! What was more, with her head pressed into the mattress, she was able to see he was hung almost as huge as Mike-not quite that big though-and he intended burying that solid pillar of masculinity standing from between his thighs into the receptacle between her thighs.
She was right. Red had really built himself up to a wild pitch, and having had to work for her cunt, he intended fucking it. Hell! Mike had told him ahead of time she was going to be a bit of a problem, but he hadn't anticipated this much trouble. Now that she had made him work, he intended getting his full reward. Red loved fucking! There was no reason on earth that he ought not to enjoy this particular cunt, as well. He was aching to shove his burning shaft to the hilt in her tight little pussy. Yes, for such a hefty chick her cunt was tight-looking. Her asscheeks with their welted pattern merely accented the plumpness of her soft cuntlips, and now that he was able to see the oils dripping from within, he intended rocketing his cock into her and blasting his balls off. His hands were already cupping his scrotum, a dangling duffle bag of flesh that seemed to get heavier with each passing second. God! He longed to empty the contents of his balls into this woman!
Moving forward on his knees, he placed his rigidly throbbing phallic spear so that the head barely touched the crease between her stinging asscheeks. The touch of her asscheeks against the rubbery tip of his penis, as the glans lay there, seemed to torment him. He was intent on making her feel a little more torment, and so he reached out and tightly gripped a pained ass-cheek in each hand and pulled it apart so the red tip of his burning cock was able to slip between her asscheeks and simply nestle there.
Donna automatically tightened her rounded buttocks against the tugging of the man's thumbs, but he continued pulling on the gluteal mounds, not really using any force, using soft pressure, letting her become attuned to the feel of his thumbs. Eventually her global, waffle-patterned asscheeks totally relaxed and allowed themselves to be spread wide apart, exposing the brown pucker of her anus as well as her golden-haloed pussy, below. The yellow rings of sparse hair made her rich inner pinkness look that much more tempting.
Donna was starting to feel somewhat relaxed, now. But she gasped when aware of his breath wafting against the openness of her cuntlips and it came to her this man was going to do for her what her husband had yet to do-he was going to lap her pussy.
The blonde inwardly smiled. Even after causing her pain and embarrassment, this man was going to make himself subservient to her pussy, after all, and so like her husband he was beneath her. Had she known he had intended licking her cunt, she would never have fought him. Hell! She would lie still and let a man lick her cunt anytime. Mike had done it to perfection, and she had done an equally good job on Lorna. Now let's see how good Red was.
The drifting coolness of his weighty breath against her wet labia began to thrill her. She found herself becoming more and more aroused. A maddening sensation was starting to mount within her as the man continued breathing into her wide-open, exposed, oyster-like vagina. From the way he was inhaling it was obvious he enjoyed her natural inner fragrance. She had been careful to wash her cunt before coming here, knowing how meticulous Mike was about a clean vagina, and now the redheaded man was the beneficiary of her sanitary efforts. She moaned a little, enjoying the feeling. Her aching body was becoming more and more relaxed.
The searing touch of the tip of his tongue at the top of her coccyx was like an electric jolt, and the lovely blonde all but jumped. It was a cold, icy wetness at the top of her asscrack. Her beaten buttocks tightened involuntarily, then loosened again. Her fingers grabbed bunches of mattress between them and squeezed as Red's tongue slowly dipped into the crack between her cheeks, lightly running over her asshole before continuing on its way to her suddenly sopping cunt. She wriggled, thrilling to the way the man used his tongue, feeling it leap all around her wet cunt-hole without actually sliding into it. He was teasing her, damn him! Then the long wetly snaking tongue plunged headlong into the frothing depths of her quiveringly anticipating pussy.
Now the tongue was no longer cold, but rather warm, flexible and delightfully tender, applying thrillingly gentle pressure to her delicate membranes, lapping circularly about, taunting, teasing and tantalizing the sensitive inner lining of flesh that made up her feminine pit.
He knew he had her now. She was still not used to cunnilingus, and feeling it being used on her, was the total victim of it, unable to resist his mouth. He began sucking the meat of her inner labia, his mouth drinking the heavy flow of oil oozing from her, allowing his tongue to slither against her growing clitoris before it once again came back and sank into her sensitively blazing center.
As he lapped, ReH felt her rounded, pained asscheeks pushing against his face, her cunt hungry for even more of his tongue. She was sighing, and he knew he was getting to her. Donna was enjoying herself, more so because the pain in her buttocks enhanced the feelings of pleasure shooting wildly through her. She had to admit the redheaded man was as good as Mike when it came to using his mouth. Now she was aware of her entire body vibrating in pervading reactions of sensuous desire, the feeling mounting higher and higher because of the movement of his tongue. It was sawing in and out of her creamy feminine vault like a willowy and slenderly yielding cock.
She decided she would let herself go, now abandoning herself entirely to the workings of his oral digit. Donna shuddered with wanton need to the way he continually shoved his tongue that much further into her vagina before tugging it out and letting it lick through the deep crevice between her bulbous, crisscrossed asscheeks. What was more, she was well aware the man knew she was enjoying what he was doing. The way he went about licking let her know he was determined to make sure she liked it as much as she had hated the torture. It was, in a way, yet another torture, an agonizing torture because she realized Red was a one-time deal. Why Mike was taunting her with Red she didn't know, but she did know it was all part of Mike's plan to make sure she came back to him. Her head, staring back between her dangling breasts, saw Red's face covered with her oily vaginal secretions, and from the hungry way he was licking her cunt it was obvious he was enjoying himself even more than she had enjoyed lapping Lorna's cunt.
Donna gasped as the man suddenly crammed three fingers into the sodden depths of her dripping pussy. All three crammed in at once. Instantly her lovely body tightened, but he moved his fingers dexterously around and around, touching all the walls of her sucking vagina, probing deeper and deeper.
"Hhhhhaaaauuuunnnnnggghhh!" she involuntarily gasped, wiggling her buttocks to the movement of his working fingers as the digits continued investigating her feminine internal plumbing. The fingers plunged in and out with a maddening fury, making all kinds of sucking noises in the depths of her oven-like cunt.
His thrusts were stronger and stronger now. As a result, Donna was feeling that much more aroused.
Perspiration was dripping from Red's slick body as he continued working his fingers through the lovely blonde's aching cunt, jamming the manual digits in and out, in and out, enjoying the way she was moaning and groaning and sighing. She was bouncing uncontrollably on her knees, bucking her buttocks above the screwing fingers, sighing with a sensuousness born from the agony she had only too recently suffered. Now she was feeling as good as she had felt bad, before. What was happening to the blonde was purely physical, a total animal sensation with nothing emotional involved-neither love nor hate. Her hair-speckled labia parted that much more widely, admitting more of his hand, the slick wetness inside becoming a flooding pool.
Red knew the lovely blonde was on the verge of orgasm. But he'd be damned if he let her get something from all this without his benefiting as well. His pulsating shaft was pleading with his body to be inserted into the tight grip of her cunt where his fingers now sloshed in and out. He ached to feel the pressure of her pussy walls tightly sucking on his throbbing length of poker.
Slowly now, very slowly he managed to ease his fingers out of her, instantly sensing her questioning disappointment. He had her curious as to why he was stopping. Then Donna was once again aware of the hardness of the throbbing cock as the head was once more being pressed into the orifice between her parted loins. Slowly the bulbous head of flesh began moving into her, forcing her sucking labia farther and farther apart. Her warmly flooding pussy gripped him even more tightly than he had imagined. Yeah, Mike had really found a good thing.
Red moaned out loud. This was one good, tight, tiny cunt, especially when one considered the Amazon into whom it was built. He would make Mike's plan work by bringing this blonde under total domination. Red had no idea why Mike was so adamant about forcing this chick to be beaten before fucking her-though it was obvious he wouldn't have been able to fuck her any other way. Given some proper tutelage, she would make one helluva lifetime fucking partner. Red knew Mike had no intention of making this woman his own lifetime fucking partner, and so he was curious why the mustached man was giving the blonde such a thorough going-over.
Christ! He loved the way her yielding interior had molded itself around the thickness of his cock, gripping it as if she had suckers built into her internal flesh.
Donna shook with thrilled feeling as the fat length of the powering cock buried itself all the way inside her. Then it pulled back only to slam in all over again.
Then the reality of what was happening to her suddenly came to the blonde. The redheaded man, like Mike, had taken out his sadistic urges on her, and now he was fucking her not to make her happy, but to make him happy. He was using her. She was a receptacle for his pleasure, and nothing else. But he had her pinned now and there was nothing she was able to do about it. Silently she cursed, hating all men as Red pounded in and out of her cunt.
Even through her misery the beautiful blonde realized what a strong feeling was building up inside her from the pummeling her cunt was receiving. The thick phallic spear was rubbing her upper vaginal wall that much more strongly. This, in turn, was causing the climactic sensation to mount that much higher within her. It would descend on her at any moment, and with that feeling so near, all the agony and pain she had suffered faded into the background, forgotten for the moment.
Donna was groaning-but because of the excitement mounting in her rather than the hurt she had been subjected to, earlier. Her plump, red-striped ass was wiggling from side to side as Red continued violently probing her vaginal depths with his solid masculine "speculum."
The powerful redheaded man was leaning forward, putting his weight on her back as her husband had done the previous Saturday, and strong as she was, Donna felt her spine might give way. His driving cock burrowed ever deeper, building wild sensations in the pit of her femininity, adding to the tingling sensations initially started by his slithering tongue, a tongue which now lapped at the nape of her neck. His fingers pressed into her groin, the tip of his forefinger massaging her clitoris, making her squirm that much more.
The combination of driving cock and massaging finger proved too much for Donna, and screaming she found herself at the apex of it all. Or was she screaming? Her mouth was open, and air was coming out, but there was no sound. His savage thrusts filled her with an internal sensation of well-being, his flat belly rubbing against the roundness of her up-thrust asscheeks as wild thrill built up on wilder thrill, causing her climax to vibrate through her being like electricity blasting through wires.
A second orgasm followed the first one, and then a third followed the second one, and Donna soon discovered she was unable to stand it. She was weak, and if another climax overwhelmed her, she knew she would not only fall asleep, but remain here far past the time she had to be home in order to be with her husband.
"Stop!" she begged, immediately noting he pulled out, lifting her.
She fell back to the top mattress, feeling completely warm, inwardly content, thoroughly satisfied. The degradation she had previously felt had been replaced by total satiety. Yes, she was ready to fall asleep. That was when she noticed he was no longer behind her but in front of her, his thick fencepost of cock waggling from side to side before her eyes.
Abruptly she was being flipped over onto her ass, and before she was able to protest, Red was pulling on her arms so that she was sitting up. She opened her mouth to object, and before she realized what was happening, his erect stanchion was being thrust between her lips as his hands held her head steady.
"Bite and I'll rip your ears off!" Red told her, emphasizing his words by gripping her two shell-shaped aural extensions.
Donna was too tired to try pulling away. She knew he'd probably hurl her down on the bed, then sit on her breasts and force her mouth open again just so he'd be able to cram the full length of his shuddering cock down her throat. For an instant she did feel the temptation to bite down hard on his cock and slam his balls with her fist. But once again she remembered where she was and the fact that there was no way out save past Mike, who would probably beat the hell out of her if she hurt Red. At the moment she was in too vulnerable a position to resist.
The broad, spade-headed cock eased into the hotly sodden cave of her tight little mouth-a mouth that had already sucked a slightly longer, thicker cock. Red was groaning as the immensity of his pulsating phallus filled the lovely young blonde's oral cavity with its breadth.
Once he had the head touching the back of her throat, he withdrew it, then began speedily plunging it in and out of her mouth, listening with delight to the way she sucked as he felt her lips pull and pull and pull. The fleshy log filled and re-filled her mouth with its solidity.
"Come on now!" she heard the redheaded man constantly urging between snorting breaths of air. "Suck, baby! Use those lips and that tongue of yours. Remember, the better you suck, the more you're going to enjoy this, too."
His plunging dagger of masculine flesh lacked the full length and breadth of the previous one on which she had sucked. As a result it didn't thrill Donna quite as much, though she had to admit it was certainly tasty enough. Sucking cock, she had discovered, was second nature to her now, not at all abhorrent. She decided the redheaded man was indeed a good lover. Hell! He had made her climax three times, and in spite of the wicked beatings he had given her, her body felt good-or was it because of the wicked beatings. In any case, he had made her peak three times and she did owe him this one climax. What the hell! It was almost time for her to leave, and sucking on this cock had awakened her from the lethargy she had been feeling. Let the man shoot in her mouth so she'd be able to go home.
Her tongue pressed solidly against the fleshy underside of the thick masculine stanchion as Donna began taking an active interest in what she was doing. Her mind was wildly racing along as she sucked. This was obviously something she would learn to do for her husband, as well. Harold had changed these past few days, as if coming out of a hidden shell, making her realize he wanted all the things these other men wanted. Only his previous consideration of her had prevented his letting her know these things. She had abused that consideration, and now she was paying the penalty. In a way, it was good, because she was being forced to learn how much she had missed by being such a prude, and she would never have learned it under Harold's previous gentleness.
The stiffly ramming length of fleshy rail continued moving in and out of her sucking mouth, and Donna decided she would do whatever her husband wanted her to do from now on. The only problem was, Harold had such a skinny, tiny cock compared to these men. Would she be satisfied with Harold alone, or would she return for more penile punishment from Mike and whomever else he might bring in to fuck her? Odd, but though she should have been frightened, the thought merely aroused her that much more. Her lips were now eagerly pulling on the throbbing penis as the organ continued sliding between them.
Red was well aware of the sudden change in Donna's attitude, from resistance to indifference, and ultimately to acceptance as she sucked strongly, lustfully. He had no idea just why she had such a change of heart, but he was overjoyed, enjoying her different mode of behavior. She was more than merely cooperative, suddenly seemingly anxious to please.
The workings of her mouth and tongue were too much for the redheaded man. He jammed the full length of his penile javelin into her gullet, cramming it as far down her throat as possible, holding it there as his hands gripped her head and pulled her face into his groin, keeping it there.
The strangest thing was happening to Donna. The head of the penis massaging her gullet was touching something deep in her throat, and she felt herself reaching for, and finally achieving yet another orgasm.
"GGGGHHHHAA AAWWWWWGGGGGHHH-HFFFFFRRRRRGGGGLLLL AAAAAAAAWW WWWWWWFFFFMMBB BBLLLLLLRR RRRR-
RHHH HHHAAAA UUUUUWWWWWAA AAAC-CCCHHH HHHHAA!" she gagged as he fired his seminal load down her esophagus, shouting "YYYY-YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH . . . THAT'S IT.. . SUCK IT, BABBBBYY-YY . . . SUCK!"
Suck she did, until his prostate and balls were empty, and when it was over, Red went out and brought back another dress for her to wear which she put on, not feeling the least bit guilty about what she had done. She would be back for more, and Mike knew it.