Chapter 5
Dolly acted surprised when Donald told her about the world cruise. In fact, she was a bit surprised. He didn't tell her that he'd won the trip in a sweepstakes at the health club. Instead, he pretended that he'd paid for the tickets.
So, she'd caught him in a fib, and she felt that she could give one back. (This was not the basis of a working marriage relationship, at least not the best working marriage relationship.)
Dolly's fib was at least a bit more rational. She wanted to protect the life of young Jimmy from St. Marks Pharmacy, and so when Donald persisted in his demands regarding the cum, Dolly made up a new story.
She didn't want to get Jimmy involved, or even mention the health club. So she told her husband that she'd been raped.
"Raped? What do you mean?" Donald said with alarm.
"I was walking down Main Street after going to the pharmacy," she lied. "There's a deserted street down there. You know, Washington Avenue?"
"Yeah, I know it. They're doing some construction down there. They've knocked out some buildings. They were condemned. The rats run around down there and nobody in his right mind walks over there. So what were you doing there?"
"Oh, I was chasing my hat. A breeze blew it off my head and since you gave me that hat for my birthday last year, I wanted to save it," Dolly said, thinking fast. It had been a windy day. She remembered that because her skirts had blown up exposing her panties for all to see.
"Yeah, so what happened?" Donald asked, obviously believing her story about the hat.
"I was running along and my hat blew into the building area of one of those buildings when the wind changed direction. It was cold and dark in there. There was a lot of wet dirt on the ground and dust, and bricks, and oh, it was terrible," she said. She had walked by there once to watch the humpy construction workers work in knocking the place down. She recalled what the work site looked like and described it in detail. Of course, the construction workers were no longer on the site because the schedule for rebuilding had not been worked out as yet.
"So, tell me about the rape part," Donald said. "That's what I wanna hear." He was touching his massive mauler. Even though he had shot a load of joy juice into her steaming twat, mixing his cum with the boy sperm of virile young Jimmy, he was getting aroused again. He would've killed any man who raped his wife, and yet he got off on the fantasy he had about rape.
He was aroused by forced sexual intercourse. That much was obvious in his fuck-style.
"I found my hat and I bent over to pick it up. The next thing I knew, a pair of hands was working on my ass cheeks under my dress."
Dolly described the scene from her vivid imagination. She said that the man slapped a piece of heavy tape over her mouth.
"This is to keep you quiet," he told her.
Then he forced her down, to the ground, ripped at her panties, and plunged his way into her cunt, fucking her madly until he released a hot stream of liquid fire from his big black firehose.
"Black? You mean he was a nigger?" Donald exclaimed.
"No, he wasn't a black man," Dolly said, changing her story in mid-stream. Suddenly she'd had an attack of conscience. She felt that black people had enough problems and she didn't want to lay another trip on them by putting them into her fantasy, even though her first fantasy concoction did involve the busting of her white pussy by a big chocolate stick.
"He had a dark prick, but his face and body weren't that dark. I don't know what he was. I know a lot of the people in this town, and I'd never seen him before. He had a sort of blurry face, if you know what I mean. No distinguishing characteristics. I wouldn't be able to recognize him again if my life depended upon it."
"You mean to tell me that a man fucked you by force in the empty construction site and you can't remember what he looked like?"
"No, I can't. You're not a woman, Donald. You wouldn't understand what it's like to be taken in that manner. After it's over, and even while it's happening, a girl gets so crazy, she doesn't remember a thing."
"So that's how you came to have scum up in your cunt."
"That's right, and after he finished, the man ran away. He yelled out something about leaving the city. He said we'd never find him again."
"I assume that you went to the police," Donald said.
"No, I certainly did not. Do you think I want to go through the humiliation of that. I don't want those police officers and detectives examining my pussy. I knew that you wouldn't want a bunch of men looking inside my twat. Besides, they'd never catch the guy, anyway. He ran away, I wouldn't be able to recognize him even if he took me out to dinner, and I just didn't want to' go through the embarrassment. If I did that, everybody in town would buzzing about Donald's Pritchard's wife and how she was raped down in the construction site. They'd be saying things like 'What was Dolly Pritchard doing down at that dangerous construction site in the first place?"
"They'd say I was a tramp and a slut. They'd whisper and giggle when I'd pass on the street and every time they'd see us, they'd be thinking of my raped pussy."
"You were right not to tell the police," Donald breathed, after hearing all the things that Dolly told him. He didn't want any of that.
"But why didn't you tell me? Why'd you try and hide it from me, Dolly?" he asked.
"I didn't want to worry you or get you upset," she answered meekly.
"Oh, Dolly, you're such a wonderful wife," Donald said. His eyes filled with tears, although he held his head back so that she wouldn't see his emotion welling up. Of course she saw it all, and was touched.
He held her close and she could feel the love that he had for her. She knew that he was a harsh husband and she wasn't always happy to receive the routings he laid on her. But deep down it was obvious that he loved her, and he really believed that he was training her with his discipline, .and training was something he did to somebody he cared about. It was his nature and his upbringing which determined that.
He had Dolly. She was his wife and intended to train her well because he loved her so. She would take it, because he gave her so much.
Certainly, she was flattered that he cared enough about her to beat her for adultery. Everybody knew that .adultery was a sin, and sins should be punished. At least, she'd learned that in Sunday School. It was in the Bible.
If he didn't care about her, he'd let her run off and be a slut. But he cared. He cared and made sure that she behaved for him.
From that day on their marriage seemed to be on more solid ground. It wasn't that anything really changed. She still did things like burning the toast, scorching his shirt with the iron, and leaving her nylons hanging in the bathroom. He still beat her for all of these things. The punishment box was opened often.
But the difference was in their attitude toward each other. Love flourished between them now. Dolly took the abuse because she realized that her husband administered it for many reasons, not the least of which was love and desire.
She took it because she realized that if she were really good, she wouldn't need to be beaten. She wanted correction so that she could improve herself.
Also, she began to recognize that she was directly responsible for much of her punishment. If she didn't want to be punished, she wouldn't do all the naughty things she did. Getting fucked by young Jimmy had been the worst thing she'd done.
But she didn't regret it, now that it had passed. She did enjoy it at the time. She'd allowed herself to indulge in that pressing desire. She was punished for it by her husband (and by Jimmy, too) but that was alright because it was all for a reason.
She got to love her husband in a more solid way after that incident. They were happier than ever. Their fuck sessions were longer and deeper.
She didn't go back to the pharmacy after that particular day. That is, she didn't go back until two months later when she began to suffer from stomach cramps. She needed some relief and so she returned to the shop.
Of course she was thinking about Jimmy on her way over there. She was afraid of what would happen when she saw him again, but she was determined to face it and not let her emotion get the best of her.
She did think of Jimmy's eyes, his lips, his hair, his smile, his voice, his cock and his balls. She did think about the things they did together in the whirlpool bath and in the steam room at the health club.
But she loved her husband and she owed her fidelity to him. Jimmy was going to have to remain a wonderful one-time experience. Perhaps it was better that way, all the way around.
Jimmy flushed when he saw the beautiful Dolly. She looked more voluptuous and radiant than ever, due to the beatings and sex sessions with her husband, no doubt.
Mr. St. Marks greeted Dolly with a smile.
"We haven't seen you for a while," he said. "My, don't you look wonderful. I recognize that glow!"
"What ever do you mean, Mr. St. Marks?" Dolly questioned.
"Oh, I don't want to say anything," the pharmacist replied.
It was a quizzical thing for him to say, Dolly thought to herself. She didn't dwell on it, though. She was happy to see Jimmy again.
As soon as he saw her, all of his feelings about her again stirred in his heart and in his dick. The motor of his throbber started purring.
"Did anything happen to you when you got home that other day after the health club?" Jimmy whispered.
"I got a good spanking, Jimmy. My husband discovered your boy-cum in my hole. He used the hairbrush on my hide. He really tanned it."
"Oh, Mrs. Pritchard," the boy sighed. "I wish I could've been there." He reached down and brought up a salve. "I would've rubbed this soothing salve into your aching flesh. I would've made it feel so much better."
"Oh, it felt good all hot and stinging. It hurt, don't get me wrong. I cried plenty and I couldn't sit down for four days! But the aches only reminded me that I'd been a bad wife. I've been good ever since."
"In that case I would've taken some Ben-gay and rubbed it into the aching wounds. That would've really set your ass on fire. Then I would've used the stuff inside your pussy hole as a lubricant. You'd be screamin!"
"Jimmy!" Dolly exclaimed. "What's gotten into you? The last time I saw you I saw a sweet young man. Now you're a wicked little stud."
They both laughed. Dolly wasn't alarmed. If anything, she liked that quality in her men. Jimmy was perfect. He was sweet, gentle and young, and yet he did have that dominating streak in him. Dolly needed that in her men.
She needed that because she was the soft, vulnerable, very pink type of sexpot who needed the aggression and control of a masculine man.
She needed a man like her Donald, who would punish her for being unfaithful.
"Anyway, Mrs. Pritchard, I'm sure you didn't come here to shoot the breeze. What can I do for you?"
Young Jimmy was learning fast. He left his question open-ended, so that Dolly could answer in any way she chose. Maybe she was there to buy some products. Maybe she was there because she wanted another roll in the steam.
She had come after three-thirty, just the time that Jimmy started work. Yes, she couldn't deny that she'd come to see him. But she didn't want to repeat any of what had happened before. She was there to buy a few items.
There were those stomach cramps that she'd been having. Especially in the morning. And she had been having difficulty in keeping her food down.
She was leaving on the ocean voyage in a few weeks. She didn't want to spend the entire trip in her cabin. So she was there for some relief. She also needed to buy a number of things to take with her on the cruise.
Finally the time for the ocean trip had come and she was eager to get away for a whole month out on the ocean. That was another reason that she wanted to see Jimmy because she'd be gone at sea, and once out on the ocean, it would be impossible for-her to see him.
Jimmy gave Dolly the various things she asked for, and when it came to the stomach cramps, he asked Mr. St. Marks to help out. The head pharmacist gave Dolly a strange look. He advised her to see a doctor, although he did give her some pills.
Dolly thanked Mr. St. Marks, and she said so long to Jimmy. The boy wanted to see Dolly a little bit more. It was time for his fifteen minute break, and he left the store. He and Dolly spent the fifteen minutes talking about this and about that. It was difficult at first to get into conversation, and every now and again the conversation lulled. There were those awkward breaks.
But all in all it was a fifteen minutes which they were both glad they'd spent together. There was a genuine affection between them.
"Well, have a good time on your trip, Mrs. Pritchard," the boy said. "I hope" I'll see you when you get back."
"Yes, I'm sure you will, Jimmy. Even though nothing can happen between us, because of my husband and all, I don't want to let go of you that easily. I like you too much. You were the first boy I ever did it with other than Donald, my husband. It was beautiful, and I don't think I'll ever forget it."
"I don't think I'll ever forget it either, Mrs. Pritchard," the boy said.
"Well, have a good day," Dolly told him.
"You too," the boy said.
"You too," Dolly replied, and then she realized that she was repeating herself, she was behaving like a schoolgirl and here she was several years older than the boy, in fact, she, at twenty-eight, was ten years older than he.
But he had an effect on her, that was for sure. It was a pleasant effect, and one which she was glad she had the chance to experience.
The day that the cruise began was a warm and sunny one. Dolly and Donald went down to the dock and there they found all of the fun that one sees in a movie when a ship sets off on a cruise.
There were streamers out over the water, attached to the dock at one end and to the ship at the other. There was a party on board the ship for everybody and their guests to celebrate the voyage that was about to take place.
Some of the people at the party had just come down to the docks that Sunday because they knew that there would be free food on board. They told the captain that they were guests of Mr. and Mrs. Smith. They were told which cabin the inevitable Smiths were staying in, and then they got lost in the party-goers.
Everyone was having a good time, taking a tour of the luxury liner and seeing all the rooms on board.
There was a large dining room with lots of tables. There was a stage in the dining room so that musicians and entertainers could perform for the diners.
Food was one of the major attractions on these voyages. Everybody gained at least five pounds, maybe more, after they got off that boat. There was breakfast, brunch, lunch, snack, dinner, snack, late supper, and more. And all of it was so good.
There was a swimming on board the ship, as well as deck chairs, shuffleboard, card rooms, disco room, a movie theater (not playing 'The Poseidon Adventure' or 'The Titanic') and various bars and decks for just relaxing.
"What funny windows," dumb Dolly cooed.
"Those round windows are portholes," Donald told her as they went to their stateroom.
It was an attractive room, although one corner of the room was sloped. "Oh, well, you can't expect everything when the tickets are free," Donald said.
"Free? I thought you said you bought the tickets especially for me," Dolly said, knowing that she'd caught his slip.
"Oh, well, I meant that you couldn't complain. You didn't pay for your tickets."
"Oh, Donald, you're so clever," Dolly replied.
"I know that," he answered.
Soon the whistle was sounding deeply and it was time for the ship to set sail. The guests scurried off the ship when the signal blasted and the announcement was made. "All ashore that's going ashore."
Dolly and Donald leaned over the side of the ship even though they had nobody to bid them farewell. People on the dock were throwing streamers and confetti, and waving like mad. The streamers which connected the boat to the dock ripped apart as the ship moved off into the water.
Everyone on the land was cheering and waving. Except for one person and Dolly was pretty sure she knew who that was. She didn't bring her glasses with her, and so his face appeared as a blur, but something about him made her think that the boy on the shore was none other than Jimmy from the pharmacy.
"Goodbye, Jimmy," she whispered to herself as' the ship pulled away.
There was a lot of fun on board the ship. Dolly loved to have her long blonde hair teased 'and bubbled up by the ship's hairdresser, a funny, roly-poly man named T.C He took Dolly's wigs and really went to town on them, creating what he called 'a mass of turd curls' for the bouncy, busty babe.
Dolly had a small singing voice, and she looked so pretty, that one night the captain of the ship invited her to sing for everybody. She asked Donald if she could do it, because he had her trained to. ask permission regarding . such things.
"I told him that I was a country singer and he said that I could sing. What do you think. Do I have your permission?" she asked.
"Only if they let me do a weightlifting show right along with you. I wanna show 'em my strength," Donald told her.
So it was arranged. Donald and Dolly did a dance for the audience who watched from the round tables in the dining room. An older matron was very interested in Donald's feats of strength. She watched him through a magnifying glass, not that any part of Donald Pritchard required enlargement. Everything was already blown up enough!
The same was certainly true for Dolly. In fact, her voluptuous curves and big breasts were even bigger now than they'd been before. She was putting on weight, and she attributed it to the wonderful food on board the ship.
But throughout the voyage, Dolly was sick. Her stomach cramps had become worse, and her head grew dizzy every so often. She wasn't feeling well at all.
She was also eating like crazy, and she'd eat the strangest things. She mixed cream soda in milk. She mixed cola in milk. She ate pickles and mixed them with anything she could get her hands on. And then she'd complain that her stomach hurt.
Finally, it was too much for her to continue ignoring what she should have done long before. She went to a doctor. On board the ship, the doctor was Dr. Fish, which seemed quite appropriate.
The good doctor examined Dolly with avid interest. He saw hundreds of patients each year and he examined them in the structure of a professional capacity.
But Dolly was much different. She was magnificent, especially without her clothes, and Dr. Fish was only human.
He watched as she went behind the screen in his ship office. He watched as she tossed her nylon stockings over the top of the screen. She didn't wear a bra, so that he didn't get to see. But he saw her magnificent breasts and her beautiful body when she stepped from behind the screen in all her glory.
He had her sit on his padded table and he placed an instrument up to her chest. He positioned his head somewhere between her breasts and listened to the thump, thump, thump of her heart. Her breasts were so large, that he felt the softness of them grazing the side of his face as he listened.
"Breathe deeply," he told her, and she did, causing her breasts to stick out even more.
"Mmmmmm. Hmmmmm," he muttered to himself as if discovering some deep, dark secret. Dolly's fingernails dug into the padding of his examining table. She wasn't too crazy about his approach, even though Marie, the girl she'd become friends with on board the ship, had told her that the doctor had a marvelous bedside manner. Marie had been on the ship once before, a year earlier, and apparently she'd had a chance to examine the doctor's tools.
Anyway, the doctor did all the standard tests and examinations, and then he told Dolly that he would have to examine her pussy.
"But why, doctor? There's nothing wrong with my pussy," she said.
"How can you be so sure?" the doctor asked. "And more important, why do you insist that nothing's wrong?"
"Oh, I guess it's because of my husband. I think he's given me something of a complex," Dolly sighed, finally getting all of this off her big and beautiful chest.
"Your husband has given you a complex about your vagina?" the doctor asked.
"Yes, well, he fucks it raw and then he blames me for not being able to have a baby. We've been working on it for a long time. More than a year. My mother told me that there are certain days, just before I have my period, that are best for fucking, you should pardon the expression."
"I've heard the expression before," the doctor replied. "I've even seen it written in the schoolyard where my sons go to school. They've heard it too."
"Well, my mother told me that there was a forty-eight hour period before my pussy period that would be the time that I'd be most fertile. Now, Donald fucks me at least twice a day, every day, so we never miss fucking on those days. But those days I circle on the calendar, and we make sure to fuck like bunnies when they roll around. Still, nothing's happened. My husband says that I must be sterile."
The doctor could hardly contain his amusement. However, only a small smile came to his lips, and Dolly didn't notice it.
Dr. Fish was pretty certain that Dolly was pregnant. Her fainting spells, her appetite, her weight, and her morning sickness all seemed to be signs of early pregnancy. They had started some months before.
However, he didn't want to let Dolly know what he imagined to be true. He knew that she and her husband had been trying hard to have a baby, and he didn't want to disappoint her if this was just a false alarm.
He had already taken a test designed to determine whether or not Dolly was expecting. He would know the results in several days.
"Now, Mrs. Pritchard," Dr. Fish said, "you seem to be in better health than you might imagine. I do see some injury to you inner vagina, perhaps from constant intercourse of a violent and prolonged nature."
Dolly gulped, knowing how true that was.
"I see some of the same irritation down your throat."
Dolly again gulped and swallowed, feeling the soreness down there. She knew that Donald's oversized and violent prick had done it, but it was a pain she loved. Even as she gulped and swallowed now, she thought about the way she gulped and swallowed his cum, and then gulped and swallowed again and again to get it all down.
"I also notice, Mrs. Pritchard, that you have some black and blue marks and some red welts on your legs and buttocks."
"Oh, yes, I, uh, fell down in the street," Dolly said.
"No, these seem to be marks received from an instrument of some kind. A belt, perhaps, or a whip."
"Oh, oh, that," Dolly said, again trying to keep her husband's temper to herself. "Yes, well, I was raped, doctor. I was walking down by the construction site on Main Street and I was raped. That might explain the damage in my pussy and down my throat. The man was very forceful and well hung. He rammed me in both places."
The doctor was disturbed my such an admission, and yet he didn't believe it, somehow. He had seen Dolly Pritchard and her husband on board. They were not a couple to be overlooked. His muscles and her bust and blondeness were enough to turn any eye. Even the eyes of the ship's minister had grazed Dolly's charms.
Whether or not there was lust in his heart was for the minister himself to know.
Anyway, Dr. Fish had seen the rough way Mr. Pritchard handled his wife. He had seen Donald take Dolly roughly by the arm and pull her off the crowded dance floor when her big behind pressed into the butt of a male dancer on the floor.
"I'll show you where to put your ass," the doctor had inescapably heard Donald Pritchard tell his wife. "You'll put your ass up and take a beating. I didn't bring that punishment box along for nothing," he said.
The doctor had been more than curious and he'd slinked behind the couple on the dark deck of the ship. He followed them to their stateroom and then he'd heard the cries and the strapping sounds. Dolly had gotten a razor strap across her behind. It landed repeatedly across her bare buttocks.
The curious and aroused young doctor had stood on his toes to peer through the porthole of the cabin. He watched as the angry husband spanked the abundant flesh of his wife's full-bodied buns.
So, Dr. Fish knew that Dolly might have sustained her bruises in a way that she didn't care to admit. The doctor was familiar enough with the body to recognize that the reddest of her wounds had been given no more than twenty-four hours earlier. They had been at sea for longer than that.
The doctor had stayed peeping at the window long enough to watch the reward Dolly received following her submissive taking of the strap. Donald Pritchard unleashed his monster prick and fed it to his wife with abandon.
The doctor recalled thinking that the man was built very large, and even though Dolly was a naturally-padded woman, she was not as tall as her muscular husband, not at all. He remembered thinking that she must've had a deep pussy to take that pummeling pecker, especially considering the piston action the man gave her.
Now he realized that it was Dolly's willpower and her love of her husband (and his big dick) which allowed her to stretch her physical capacity to accept all of him so harshly and so often. But it did show itself.
And there was nothing wrong with that. The doctor had studied psychology, too, and he knew that the dominant-submissive combination had to be mutual to some extent. Otherwise, Dolly wouldn't be taking the abuse so willingly so often. She would have had the sense to leave Donald for her own preservation; unless deep down she wanted it too.
The doctor's concern, the reason why he recommended that Dolly curtail that type of activity, was that he feared for the baby, if she were, indeed, pregnant.
"I want you to take it a little bit easy," Dr. Fish told Dolly. "And take one of these each morning." He handed Dolly a bottle of small, white pills.
"What is it, doctor? What is it for?"
"They're a special anxiety-reducing pill. They can take away tension and help a woman have a baby. Her mental state is most important, and you'd do well to take one each and every morning. Your morning illness might continue, but you'll feel much calmer when you take these."
"Oh, thank you, doctor," Dolly smiled. She hugged him and her naked boobs pressed into his clothed body. He could feel her insistent nipples poking into the crisp white material of his coat.
"Also, I'd like to have a chat with your husband," he added. "I've seen him on board. I watched his muscle display the other evening, and I enjoyed it nearly as much as I enjoyed your song. I want to give him an examination because it's always important for men who lift weights to get regular check-ups to make sure that he hasn't strained anything. You know what I mean, don't you, Mrs. Pritchard?"
She didn't but she was so happy that she might be able to have a baby if she took those anxiety-reducing tablets. So it didn't matter that she didn't understand every word that Dr. Fish told her because she heard what she wanted to hear.
"I'll have, Donald come see you tomorrow. I'm sure he'll be happy to have an examination. He's very concerned about his body," she told the doctor, who figured as much of the muscleman.
What didn't realize was that the pills the doctor gave her were nothing but sugar pills. They were the candy-coated nonsense drops used by children who played doctor with store-bought kits.
Dr. Fish was pretty certain that Dolly was fertile. He suspected that the problem of fertility might lie with Donald, and he wanted to check that possibility out.
The pills might have a psychological effect on Dolly and Donald, and could be used to take credit if Dolly was really pregnant. He would give a bottle of the pills to Donald as well, and determine whether or not Donald was able to sperm up a baby.
Dolly rushed back to the cabin with the good news that she had special pills which might assist her in her struggle to have a baby. But she was to find Donald waiting with a strap in his hand.
"What's the matter?" she asked when she saw the stern expression on his face and recognized it as the face of discipline.
"I found the letter you were writing."
Dolly knew immediately what he was referring to. She had started this letter several times, never expecting to actually mail it. She was going to rip this one up and toss it away as she had done with the rest, but she must've left it in the cabin.
Donald had it in one hand, the strap in the other. The letter was a note she'd written to Jimmy, thanking him again for everything, and telling him that she'd enjoyed their little chat. She wrote that she hoped to see him when she returned from the cruise, and that was the end of the matter.
But Donald wasn't pleased. Again he took this as a threat.
"Who the fuck is this punk Jimmy?" Donald growled.
"He's the teenager who works at the pharmacy," Dolly answered.
"He's old enough to fuck, isn't he? And at the pharmacy he'd have free condoms, not that you'd get knocked up anyway, but it would give him freedom to fool around, wouldn't it."
"Donald, please let's not get into this now. I have some good news from the doctor and ... "
Donald lunged at his wife. His temper was riled once again. He really didn't have anything solid to go on this time. There was no mention of love or sex in the letter. It could have been a simple friendly note to a young boy. It could have been.
Donald just wanted to make sure that it was only that. He hadn't heard Dolly talk about this Jimmy, and yet they had had a chat, according to the letter. And she was thanking him 'for everything.' He didn't like that at all and he wanted to make sure that she didn't try anything and that she feel his punishment for having written a letter to another male without consulting him first.
He had been waiting for her outside the cabin. He had his idea all worked out. This was going to be a real humiliating punishment, part of Mrs. Pritchard's voyage of pain.
He lifted her up in his muscular arms and hoisted her through the open porthole which looked into their cabin. Her head fit in easily. It was a tight squeeze for her chest. Her waist narrowed down and that slipped through easily enough, but her flared hips and big ass could not fit through. He knew that they wouldn't.
Dolly was stuck!
Her big ass was outside the porthole, facing .anybody who might pass by on the deck. It was the dinner hour and it was getting dark. Nobody was actually out walking the deck at that hour. They were preparing for dinner.
But still Dolly was humiliated at the idea that anybody might pass by and give her what her husband started giving her. He used the belt to beat her ass six, seven, eight times. He smacked her good!
"And when I'm finished strapping you," he told her, "I'm gonna fuck you!"
"No, no, you can't," Dolly pleaded. "The doctor told me that I had to be careful because my throat and pussy were being fucked too much and too hard."
"It's your ass that's sticking out the porthole," Donald grinned. "I'll fuck you up the ass!"
After the beating left her buttocks sore (it was a quick beating, though a hard one, and nobody caught the act) Donald pulled Dolly forcibly out from the porthole. But he wasn't finished, not by a long shot.
He reinserted her, this time with her bust and head sticking out the porthole over the deck. Her big ass was stuck again, this time inside the cabin.
She couldn't even see him, but she felt his thick-fingered hands spread her virgin asshole. Donald held her reddened cheeks apart and positioned the head of his glistening fuck-stick at the puckered rosebud of her rear hole.