Chapter 8
They were in Steve's bedroom, now. Caryn was down to her undies, and Joyce, wearing a furry robe of her own, was sitting in the chair in which Caryn had been sitting the night before.
"This looks like it's going to be fun," Joyce murmured.
"It's a lesson," Steve told her. "You watch and learn, because if I ever catch you trying to find some means of getting away from me, I promise your own lesson will be no less pleasurable, but quite a bit more painful. I keep telling you women, you're both my slaves. You belong to me as surely as my car, my home, and everything else I own. As far as the government is concerned, you're still independent, you still earn money, and you'll still pay taxes. Any money you do earn is yours, except for what you'll both be chipping in to pay for household food and such. The rest of the money you'll keep in see-through banks I'll provide for the pair of you, or in bank accounts. The see-through piggy banks is to let me see that all the money you earn not going into the bank isn't being hoarded so you can buy a plane ticket or a bus ticket and take off for places unknown. When we go out, you can take your money and buy clothing or anything else that pleases you. But otherwise, I don't want either of you with a cent.
You're basically a kind-hearted guy."
"Alas, too true," he nodded.
"I don't know what's going on in your mind," Caryn said, "but I do know I'm afraid. Just when I'm certain you can't do anything more or different to us, you go ahead and prove me wrong. I suppose you're going to make me do what you forced Joyce to do last night."
"I'm much more inventive than that," he smiled.
"Oh God! Please, give me my clothing and let me go," she begged, terrified that he was able to perform so many outrages on both Joyce and herself.
"Sure," he nodded. "You put on your coat, pack your clothes, and go ahead and leave. Naturally, I'll have to see to it those pictures go to the board of directors in the bank."
The thought of the board of directors knowing she was someone who consistently made expensive mistakes, even if they were correctable and not done on purpose, was too much for her to bear. She had worked for the Traveler's National Bank for almost ten years now, and she was going to stay with them the rest of her life, if possible. All she wanted was security, since she had long ago given up on the idea of a mart of her own. Funny, but in a way, with Steve, that was precisely what she had-a man of her own, even if she was sharing him. But this was an unhealthy relationship as far as she was concerned. The power he was exercising over her let her know it was the only relationship she would ever have.
"You're not going anywhere Caryn," he smirked. You know damn well things have to be my way. There just isn't any alternative."
As he chanted on, Steve let one of his hands slither along Caryn's meaty thigh, moving toward her panties. He slid under a leg band with a finger and foraged into the forest of damp pubic curls. The finger massaged her pink labia, making her jump.
Caryn wanted to pull away, but she knew to do so would make the man angry. His anger would only result in her getting hurt all over again, hurt even more than the way in which he was planning to deliberately hurt her. The smartest thing would be for her to remain absolutely still and not let him demean her more than was necessary.
His voice was soft, his words serving to remind her once again how much she was in his power. The words hurt her even if they weren't vicious, four-letter words. She was standing near his bedroom window, the shade pulled down, her body relaxed because whatever resistance she'd been feeling had been sapped by him with the reminder of the fact that he still had those photos.
Her mind was spinning. Last night she had been envious of Joyce, seeing the way she had been made to suck the man's cock and then had her cunt lapped. Caryn had wanted to feel all these things. But now she knew she was frightened. Whenever he came on strong the desire she had previously been feeling gave way to fear. Each time she, herself, actually had the opportunity to enjoy sex, she became afraid. Oh, he had taught her to enjoy what he'd done to her, all right. But he had given her the promised pain, as well. Now he was promising her more pain, and she knew he would keep his word.
She was aware of more than one finger now softly stroking the pouting outer lips of her succulent cunt. His fingers were titillating her, making her hotter than the proverbial two dollar pistol. God! He had warned her of pain, and she knew it would happen, but her body was already succumbing to the nice feeling he was building in her merely by touching her vagina. Salacious thoughts continued filling her mind, but she was aware that without her wanting them to, her juicy thighs were parting, opening a bit wider. He was breathing in her ear, telling her how hot she was, how desirable he found her, and how he was going to enjoy punishing her for trying to escape from him. There was no escape, no escape! She had to learn that. His lips pulled at her earlobe, and a streak of heated desire blistered through her entire body. In spite of her fears, even though she was afraid of the pain he had promised her, she was being aroused.
What was happening to her? Yesterday, before coming into this house, she had been a sane, sensible thirty-two-year old woman with enough brains to keep herself under control. But ever since coming here, being overcome by him the first time, watching what he had done to Joyce, she was almost like helpless clay in his hands. Was she insane? Her mind was spinning with wildly conflicting impulses. She was horrified of this man. Aroused and delighted by the licentiousness of everything, she was terrified at his touch. Yes, that was it! His touch! Watching him with Joyce, she had been aroused because he had not been touching her. Seeing the action taking place, smelling the smells of sex, she had been on fire with desire. But now that he was touching her again, all the old fears had returned.
But in spite of being afraid of him, her fear of what he would do if she ran out was even greater. The mere idea of seeing ten years of hard work go down the drain because of stupid mistakes was too much for her to bear. More important than her body and the way she lived was her success in the business world. Perhaps if she'd had another life when she came home, if there had been someone waiting for her, someone to stand by her against Steve, she would have faced up to him. But she had been alone, and if Steve was a monster, at least he was a benevolent monster of sorts. Though he abused her and abused Joyce, the two of them were his, and she knew if anyone else tried putting hands on them without his say-so, he would have been a raging tiger in their defense.
Steve's fingers were continuing their skillful caress of her defenseless labia. His hot breath continued pouring into her ear as he nibbled on her lobe. Though the heat was like an inferno to her, the pressure of his breath seemed to arouse her even more. In the searing depths of her trembling belly she felt an anguished fire building similar to the fire he had built there the previous evening. He seemed to know how to touch her and arouse her so specifically, she was helpless to resist him. It made her wonder if any other man was capable of arousing her the same way. Heat oozed through her constricted blood vessels, making her wriggle and squirm all the more as she felt the heat build to overpowering proportions.
With his other hand, Steve began to once again stroke the fullness of her large, round, heavy buttocks.
"Please," Caryn whimpered. "Don't hurt me, Steve. Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say, anything. I'll cook, clean, shine your shoes, do the laundry, let you fuck me any way that pleases you, but just don't hurt me."
She was blubbering, struggling to tear his fingers away from her groin and her body. Tears poured heavily down her cheeks.
"Pain is the only way to keep you ladies in line," Steve replied. "Pleasure is the way to make sure you remain in line once you've been taught a lesson. Behave, and you won't feel pain in the future. But I've already promised some to you, and so I have to keep my word."
No longer patient, the man hurriedly undid her brassiere and pulled it from her body. Then he all but ripped her panties away. Her actions the previous evening had made her perspire more heavily than she had believed, and she was already four pounds lighter.
In days to come, continuing heavy perspiration, coupled with a light appetite, would make Caryn lose twenty pounds and she would soon develop a trim, svelte figure.
Because he'd had to undo her brassiere snaps, pulling it from her shoulders, he'd had to spin her around. At the moment she was heavily sobbing with her face pressed against the window shade. He motioned to
Joyce to smooth out the sheets on his bed. Joyce, knowing nothing was going to happen to her, simply smiled and obeyed. As far as she was concerned, it was going to be a pleasure watching Caryn get hers after Caryn had watched her the previous evening. As far as Joyce was concerned, what had taken place earlier, when she had sneaked back to see Caryn's defloration, didn't count because Caryn hadn't known she, Joyce, had been there. But this time Caryn knew.
Once the bed was ready, Joyce stepped back and sat in the chair. Steve grabbed Caryn's arm and hurled her onto the bed, her short auburn hair flying as she stumbled and fell, face down on the bed. She realized the position in which she lay and it brought to mind the dogstyle way he had deflowered her the previous evening. She tried turning over, but he was already seated on the edge of the bed, jamming his hand into her heatedly slick vestibule, his long middle finger reaching out and touching her quivering, expectant clitoris, while his thumb slid between the cheeks of her ass and dug into her anus. His fingers rubbed back and forth, moving through her slushiness, and she realized that in spite of the fear within her, she was already sexually on fire. Gooey slickness poured from her feminine gash, and Steve smiled, well aware of the automatic response he was getting from her cunt.
Now completely defenseless as well as naked, lying helplessly on the wide bed, her lovely large white ass-cheeks completely exposed to his manipulations as he always wanted them to be, Caryn realized once again there was nothing in the world she would be able to do to resist him. At one point she wriggled, hoping she might be able to somehow or other slide away from the man, but Steve pressed the weight of his arm on her thigh, holding her in place.
"Let's cut that out, honey," he told her. "One thing you have to understand is, if I want it, you do it. No ifs, ands, or buts."
He was kneeling on the bed behind her, gripping her hips firmly, making Caryn more and more aware of her helplessness and the slavish position she and Joyce had in this household. She wanted to respond to him, to love him, to let him make love to her, but she hated the way he continually flaunted his dominance. He was crushing her spirit, and she was more aware than ever that she had to do as he insisted, yielding to his perverse desires and bearing up under them rather than learning to enjoy them in order to give him that much more pleasure.
He was closer to her now, his dark face hovering over the rounded swells of her buttocks. His fingers continued squeezing the gluteal globes, while his other hand ran up and down the long trestle of her backbone. His fingertips stopped at each vertebra, pressing, not causing pain, but letting her know he was capable of doing so. He was boss, and she was to understand this at all times. Breath came gasping from her lungs each time he pressed, and her swaying asscheeks rotated a little higher in the air behind her. Once more his hand pressed against her head, pushing her face into the pillow as his other hand slid under her to caress the pulsating lips of her open vagina. His probing fingers manipulated her erect little clitoris over and over, rubbing it until the sensuousness was almost too much for her to bear. He kept on tantalizing the little stem, and as a result bolts of pleasure moved wildly through Caryn's body, the kind of pleasure she had been aching to feel since watching him with Joyce.
"Oh Goddduhhh.. . " she gasped, closing her mind to the wickedness of it all, caring only about the thrilling sensations she was once more feeling. "Yesss . . . " she hissed out loud, letting him know his control over her was once again firm as one sensation of lust after another shot through her. Her upraised asscheeks felt so helpless and unprotected, making her aware how absorbed he was in his desire to enjoy the fullness of them. Each time his hands squeezed them, she tried to clench them together, thinking how sick it was for a man to have a fetish about her buttocks when the womanly cunt of her cried out for his attention.
"Suppose you just relax a little," he insisted, his soft, overpowering voice almost sneering at her, his palms flattening themselves against the twin globes of her upraised buttocks.
His hands took turns bouncing off her gluteal mounds, slapping them, not hard, but just enough to send erotic desire sizzling all the more strongly through her. His thumbs began peeling her asscheeks apart, spreading them wide, stretching the tiny puckered brown star they hid until the helpless Caryn thought the clenching sphincter would rip apart. She felt his eyes staring at the little crinkled brown circle of her rectal opening, nestled as it was between the firm, but fatty globes of her very cushioned ass. His eyes drifted lower to stare at the tempting pink crevice of her lovely vagina, a vagina he had already plundered once. The deeper red of her upstanding clitoris, as it peeped from between the folds of her inner labia, seemed to thrill him even more. He licked his lips as his gaze remained on the coral center of her, surrounded as it was by her sparse auburn fur.
His nostrils twitched, picking up the faint, delicately aromatic natural scent issued by her vagina. His nostrils widened as he deeply inhaled the thrillingly arousing aroma of her feminine fragrance. He leaned his head forward, his tongue extended, a tongue which, Caryn had remembered from the previous night when he had lapped Joyce, had seemed unaccountably long, and he used the tip of it to tease the exposed nubbin of her clitoris, washing over the sensuous button continually, causing her to twitch from side to side.
Caryn felt a series of uncontrolled Shockwaves blistering through her quivering body, aching for him to continue, wanting to feel more and more of what he was doing. It was the first time a tongue had touched her cunt, and it felt even more delightful than she had imagined when seeing him lap Joyce's pussy. She was unable to stay still, and as a result, rotated her buttocks from side to side. His fingers sank themselves deep into her ass-flesh, doing their best to keep her firmly in place as his tongue continued madly lapping at her clitoris. It made Caryn that much more aware of how helpless she was in this man's hands, but since she was enjoying so much what he was doing, she allowed herself the luxury of relaxing for an instant as she wantonly submitted to his continually lascivious lapping.
She sucked in her breath and moaned very suddenly out loud when the man's probing tongue slid back and delved into the tiny little pink tunnel that was her vaginal orifice. The oral organ burrowed deeply into the heatedly sopping feminine cavern. Then his tongue slurped its way out, licking along her tiny perineum and touching her sphincter muscle. Caryn jumped as electric sparks shot helplessly through her shuddering anal tunnel. Sparks blasted through her. Then his tongue hastily returned to her vaginal opening, only this time the tip didn't bury itself inside. This time he used his teeth, nibbling at the tender edge of her inner vaginal lips as he pressed his long chin against her clitoris, rubbing up and down, creating a maddening friction while his nose massaged the little anal dimple. From his throat she heard gutturally growling sounds as his tongue once again licked into the tight little rectal opening, pushing as far in as possible and sending chilling Shockwaves running the length of her quaking spine.
She had been a virgin when he had fucked her the previous evening, and he was more certain than ever Caryn was a virgin in just about every other respect. His were probably the first hands to touch her breasts, just as his was the first mouth to suck her cunt and lick her asshole. It was a pleasure breaking in a woman to his way of fucking in every respect. With Joyce he would have to re-train, but Caryn's purity allowed him to teach her the right way from the beginning and the right way to please him would also prove to be the right way for her. He knew how much pleasure there was in giving as well as receiving. Caryn would probably discover this before Joyce in spite of the fact, say rather because of the fact that Joyce was more experienced when it came to sex.
But both women had to learn once and for all that he was the supreme being in this household, the household where the three of them would be living out the rest of their lives. There was nothing he'd be able to do from stopping the women from meeting other men while at work, and he would even allow them freedom to go out with these men. In fact, he wanted the both of them to go out with other men, and even to fuck for them. The important thing was to make them understand just how good he really was, and as a result have them return to him of their own volition, willingly being his slave, since in slavery to him there would be total happiness for all of them.
One of the things they had to learn was to accept punishment from him. Not only to accept it, but actually look forward to it. They had to understand that any pain Steve dealt to them would only lead to that much greater pleasure.
His eyes were firmly locked in depraved fascination on the tiny little puckered brown anal hole contracting before his wide-open eyes. He licked his lips as he stared at it and decided this time her asshole would have the benefit of his cock.
Joyce, seeing where his eyes were staring, felt herself squirm in her chair. She knew what he was intent on doing, and she thanked God he wasn't doing that to her. That was one depravity she had no intention of accepting. If there was no certain way out of here at present, she would do anything and everything in her power to keep him temporarily happy, if only so that he wouldn't sodomize her. Oh she still intended to somehow or other make good her escape from him, though she had no idea when or how. But for the moment she would obey him. Even though her tongue licked her lips at the thought of the way he had forced her to suck his cock, she didn't like the idea of anal penetration no matter how much Caryn wiggled whenever he put his tongue down there.
He was unbelting his pajama pants, and he tugged them down to his knees, revealing once again the full extent of his thickly throbbing lance of cock. The sight of it made Joyce immediately salivate, and she understood how hooked she was on it. It was a monster of a cock, all right. She was certain Caryn was aware how titanic the organ was, but not even Caryn knew how much bigger it was than most penises. Since her divorce, Joyce had been to bed with more than a dozen men, most of whom had carnally satisfied her. But not one of them was built nearly as long or as thick as Steve Blaze.
Caryn was totally unaware of what it was Steve had in mind. Her face was pressed into the pillow beneath, and even when he rubbed the penile head between her thighs she thought him intent on fucking her the same way he had fucked her the previous night. He rubbed the swollen tip between her pillarly columns repeatedly, enjoying the softness of her chunky thighs, moving the thick, purple point up and down while his hands stroked the stem a little, making it loner, thicker, and harder than ever before. It seemingly swelled to even greater massivity than Joyce had remembered, and she felt a tinge of jealousy for the moment, watching the glowing purple head turn an even brighter magenta as it pressed against her perineum, less than an inch from her anal opening.
Flecks of sputum dribbled from Steve's mouth as he stared at her buttocks. God! He had fucked one or two other willing housewives in their rectums, and they had loved it. But their asses had obviously been used by their husband first, and so they'd really had no reason to object when he's "canned" them. But this was his first time with an ass as virgin as the cunt below had been the previous night. He was going to really enjoy breaking in this anal cherry. He drooled as he lowered his mouth, letting his licking tongue play over her rectal pout repeatedly, his dribbling sliding into the tight little opening, wetting it completely.
The thrills shooting through her had driven Caryn wild with desire, and she still had no idea what it was he intended. Where yesterday at this time she would have been numb with terror, or at the very least on the verge of hysteria, she was presently none of these. Her body was stimulated and aroused even more because of what he was doing and because of the knowledge that he was able to bring her to conclusions the like of which were unbelievable. This time, even with her cunt on fire, she knew the basic stimulation was taking place in the narrowness of her squeezing rectum. His tongue was starting to drive her out of her mind as she squirmed and writhed. It occurred to her how insane she had to be to enjoy being raped again, but at this moment she wanted nothing else.
Her sleeping conscience popped awake every now and again, seeping into a corner of her mind as if hoping the man would do what he had to and get it over with as quickly as possible. But the rest of her was subject to his rapacious lapping, charging her up as nothing before had previously done. She'd never had a hand or a tongue on her cunt prior to last night, and now she was feeling both on her anal opening, as well. Her body was deeply absorbing these sensations, soaking them up as a sponge would suck in water. God! She was aflame as never before, and she had no idea what was needed to put out the fire or thought she had no idea unless he was going to dog-fuck her as he had the previous night. Then she jumped as she realized she was feeling manual penetration, but not where she had expected it. A finger was pushing into the tight little opening of her asshole.
Steve's eyes were now bulging with excitement as well as desire as he stared at the wa his prodding forefinger pushed experimentally against the tight little rubbery crinkle nestled in the split between the full moons of her asscheeks. Moons! They were more like gigantic suns. His heavy balls, once again swollen with sperm, were aching and vibrating to be emptied. He ached to probe into her narrow little ass-tunnel with his long, hard cock, sinking into the deepest reaches of her anal passageway. It took all his willpower to keep himself under control. He really wanted to fuck this ass of all asses. He wanted to thoroughly and wantonly enjoy every last little moment of the way he would once again subjugate her. These snotty women who always thought themselves too good for him were aggravating, and he was going to prove once and for all how much better he was for them than the tall, handsome men they always longed for-men who usually took steroids and as a result had genitals that were shrunken in size, matching the abilities of their users. Hell! By now, he knew he had the best working cock in all of Bellwin. Half the married female population had assured him of that. He'd had enough practice to know his was as perfect as any cock was going to be.
"Just relax," he whispered to Caryn. "Keep those thighs apart and those lovely asscheeks raised up nice and high."
Caryn shuddered, aware he was once again about to penetrate her, though she was certain he was intent on going into her cunt again. Had she known he was going to plunge into her rectum, she would have started her struggles and her screaming a whole lot earlier. As it was, when she felt him moving closer, she automatically reacted by doing her best to try and crawl away from him. Oh she wanted to be fucked, all right, but it was a natural reaction for her to try and pull away. Her knees rubbed against the covers as she moved forward, but she no longer felt humiliated or debased in this position, in spite of the fact that she knew Joyce was watching all this. She simply wanted his cock buried inside her cunt so the wonderful delights she had experienced the previous night would begin all over again.
She gasped as she felt his forefinger probe a little more deeply into the tightness of her puckered anus. The sensational contact caused chills to shiver their way through her, making her recoil. His other hand kneaded the flaps of her tenderly swollen vaginal labia, feeling the wetness seep out of her, and then he pushed his fingertip into her ass all the way, sinking it to the palm of his hand.
"Uuuunn nnnngggggggg gghhhhhh hh!" she gasped, quaking. "Steve . . . aa aaannnnnnnn hh . . . what the hell are.. . uu uuuuuu nnnnhhhh.. . dooooii iiiiiiii nn-nnnng . . you're hurting me!"
She was shrieking out loud as she felt the full force of the finger fill her narrow little rectal tunnel. Her ass wiggled this way and that, and Steve smiled as the gelatinous globes wobbled in front of his staring eyes.
"My God!" she cried out. "That hurts!"
She felt as if her ultra-sensitive rectal tunnel was aflame with agony. It was as if Steve had suddenly pushed a white-hot searing poker into her narrow rear. She clamped her buttocks tightly shut around the delving finger, her asscheeks still wildly jerking from side to side in a maddening attempt to try and uncork the violating finger. But it was all to no avail.
His thickly probing forefinger was buried to the limit inside her tightly closed anal tunnel, and no matter what she did she was unable to get him out of her. Her insane gyrations seemed to tug the finger that much deeper into her, inflaming her virginal ass-way that much more.
"Ohhh . . . no more!" she pleaded. "It hurts too much, please . . . ohhh . . . please . . . take it out.. . it hurrrrts," she wept aloud, her face a study in agonized anguish.
But the lascivious man's probing finger only pushed that much more deeply and that much harder. Her refusal to accept what he was doing made him smile with a savage enjoyment, knowing when he finally did have her broken in, she would be precisely what he wanted. He pulled his finger back to the second knuckle for a moment, and Caryn writhed, thinking she was about to "defecate" his finger from her rectum. But he pushed it right back in again, once more sinking the full length of it into her, feeling her wiggle like a hooked fish.
Her head slammed into the pillow beneath repeatedly, trying to nullify the tormenting pain as it ran violently up her spine from the center of her tortured rectum. The finger remained in there, a totally unnatural intruder, and she squeezed her body, doing her best to eliminate it, and not really succeeding.
Slowly the zealous man moved his probing finger in and out of the narrow confines of her rubbery rectal tube. To Caryn, it was as if her rear passage had been tortured beyond endurance and she was perspiring all the more heavily. Before the day was out, she would lose yet another three pounds in excess water, and her soft flesh would already be starting to firm.
The other meaty hand of the anxiously aroused man behind Caryn slipped around the front of her heavy right thigh and moved into the seething, bubbling center of her tantalizing vagina. He began massaging the tingling clitoris, building a series of confused feelings in the lovely woman's body. For Caryn had changed immeasurably in the past twelve hours. Where she had been merely attractive to look at earlier, she was now more than a little pretty, as if sexual contact had brought out the radiance in her.
Steve stroked and caressed her dribbling pussylips. As a result she squirmed and wriggled, causing her rounded buttocks to rotate all the more swiftly around the invading forefinger.
Caryn's entire inner body was once again engulfed in charged feelings. In the beginning the feeling had been agonizing, but as the moments hurriedly passed, the pain slowly began fading, and in its place there was a new, tickling, arousing sensation the like of which she had experienced when he had probed her cunt. But the weird tinglings were building in her ass rather than her cunt, shooting to the top of her spine and down to the tips of her toes, making her clench them. Because she was totally naked, Caryn made it obvious to Joyce how much she was enjoying this by the way her hands gripped the covers and her toes pressed against her feet.
Little by little Caryn was aware of the susceptivity of herself to the way he was plunging his finger into her again and again. From an agonized and unbearable burden it had become a likable feeling. As the thrills continued enhancing themselves within her, she found herself wanting more, and he seemingly obliged. He forced a second finger into her tightly narrow rectum. At first it hurt her all over again, but not nearly as much as when he had first pushed his forefinger back there. Just as certainly she felt the pain fading, this time more quickly than before, and more arousing heat began building up in the flooded center of her nerve-wracked rectum. She wasn't able to understand why the thrilling charges in her rectum were transmitting themselves to her vagina. She rotated her buttocks around the impressing pair of delving fingers, feeling the strangest, hottest sensation yet. Then, abruptly, just like that, he yanked his two fingers from the depths of her rectal container.
Caryn's ass continued its gyrations for a moment, thinking his fingers would once again return. A whole series of jarring sensations were running through her nervous system, and now that his fingers were gone the feelings were starting to lessen. What was he doing to her? The torture of his finger-withdrawal seemed even worse than the initial pain he had caused her.
Caryn gasped, feeling his heavy palms on her asscheeks, pressing down, one on each bun, slowly but surely pulling the two rounded orbs apart until the buttocks were widely spread as far as was possible. That was when she felt the thick knobbiness of his thickly swollen cock pressing against her rectal opening. The hugely swollen, widely distended phallic probe was unbelievably thick and weighty as it pressed against the tiny aperture, and she trembled, thinking of the strength Steve would use to ram the organ into her narrowness.
The man was now staring down at the rich purple tip of his throbbing erection, seeing the way the head glistened with its own lubrication. His hands continued outwardly stroking the soft white wobbliness of her asscheeks, enjoying the way they humbly stretched before him, enjoying the feeling of total and utter vulnerability on her part. She was completely in his power, and her bowed position merely lent even more credence to the fact, just as Joyce was totally in his power. The idea of controlling two women at once was delightful. He wondered if he was capable of bringing a third, or even a fourth woman into the fold, but then it occurred to him that he had just so much stamina. Besides, half the fun was in dominating two women who had previously believed themselves too good for him. There would be no pleasure in trying to control women who had done him no harm, or for that matter in playing around with other men's wives now that he had two women of his own.
Both were extremely attractive in their own way, and in time would come to be beautiful. Sex, properly administered, brought out the best in all women, and it was obvious neither of these women had had the best brought out in her previously.
In spite of the fact that Caryn was thirty-two, she was a naive ass an early teenager. He had fucked no one physically younger than Joyce who was ten years younger than Caryn, but there was something extremely pleasurable about enjoying a woman like Caryn, so totally unknowing at her age, so innocent. Her first starting to learn was what he was enjoying the most. In fact, though Joyce was experienced in missionary fucking, when it came to all other things-she was just as naive as Caryn. Though she obviously had enjoyed sexual bouts aplenty since her divorce, he was going to teach her the glories of "imagine fucking."
He stared down at the full, white ass belonging to
Caryn, a nice middle-American woman who had been obviously brought up in total sexual ignorance. She obviously came from a family who believed sex was something people indulged in merely for procreation, taking place only after marriage, and then either to please the husband or to torment the wife, in a closed, dark bedroom, the bodies hidden under the covers. Most of these middle-class Americans never indulged in the finer aspects of sexual intercourse such as cunnilingus, fellatio or sodomizing. It was too disgusting to their middle-class tastes. It seemed the wealthier one was, the more one seemed to know about sex, because the more time one had for a liberal sex education. He, himself, though never wealthy, had been able to take the time to learn all about the different aspects of sex because he wasn't married, and though he made a mediocre salary, most of the money was not thrown away to the Arabs on home-heating oil or electricity that had to be generated by a power plant that was fed with Arab oil.
Now was the time to bury the full lance of his throbbing cock in the narrow tightness of her virginal asshole. He pressed the bloated cock point against the tightly squeezing narrow opening, now almost back to its original tiny size since the removal of his fingers. Making certain he was pressing against the right spot, he gripped her tantalizingly wide hips and tugged them back as he thrust his own thighs forward, ramming into her asshole with all the power he had in him, as if to show his mockery for her former middle-class morality.
The head of his thrusting cock pushed, straining the tightness of her tortured sphincter beyond endurance as he rammed even harder.
"Eeeeyyiiyyaaghhh!" she shrieked, helplessly bent forward as she felt the strong "POP" caused by the knob of his thrusting cock pushing past her sphincter.
Joyce jumped in her seat, perspiring profusely, terrified by what she was seeing, aware he would find some excuse to eventually do this to her. But to run from here meant dismissal from her job, at the very least, and prison, at the worst. God! She hoped she would have the courage to withstand all this.
For Caryn, there was even more torment now, completely overpowering the residue of thrills she had felt when his fingers had probed into the center of her rectum. He was slamming forward and the swollen tip continued pushing until the sphincter had widened enough to surround the coronal rim. Her cringing rectum struggled to pull away from him, but his grip was far too strong. It was no use. As far as Caryn was concerned, it seemed as if this time Steve was determined to tear her insides out, possibly reaching all the way up into her heart and stabbing her with his cock by way of her bowels. Terror-filled moans continued issuing from her mouth as she thrashed about like a gaffed shark, hoping to somehow or other escape further cruelty. But her movement only served to plunge his penile length into her that much more deeply.
Still clinging fastidiously to her shuddering body, the man began steaming forward, thrusting the thickness of his massive cock even deeper into the tenderness of her clinging anal depths. He felt her softly yielding feminine form trembling around the massive length of hard cock he had buried inside her. His fingers, like claws, gripped her buttocks to hold them still with the intent of keeping them from trembling. Christ! How he loved that soft ass-flesh!
At this moment Caryn's mind had emptied itself of all thought. She didn't dare allow herself to think in any way, aware for the moment of nothing other than the pulsating pain throbbing through the tightness of her narrow rectal corridor. There was a building of other sensations as well, but the pain still overrode everything. Even the knowledge that she was doing this in order to get that longed-for promotion at the bank was lost right now, swallowed up by the agony she was constantly feeling. Tears rained down her cheeks onto the pillow beneath.
Steve thrust a bit harder, and Caryn jumped a little, feeling the probing organ sink even deeper into her, and then the head was jamming itself into her colon, making her aware he was all the way in. He was able to go no further, and that much, if nothing else, was a blessing.
With the knowledge of the man's being totally buried in her narrow rectum came a sense of calm, and as a result, Caryn, without realizing it, began to relax. The strain of her opened hole was no longer pressing around the probe buried in her, and as a result the overpowering pain was hurriedly beginning to fade as swiftly as the pain had worn away when he had sunk his second finger into her tight asshole.
Caryn didn't know what to believe any longer. Was it pain or pleasure? First pain, then pleasure, then more pain, now building pleasure again as the pain started fading. The rapture building in her rectal tunnel was really something as his cock rubbed sensitive nerve-endings within, nerve-endings she had been totally unaware of, until now.
"Don't hurt me anymore," she whimperingly begged, hoping to finally end all this, because if it continued, she might become addicted to pain as well as pleasure, and it would mean his having to hurt her before pleasing her each time. On yes, she was finally reconciled to many more fucking sessions with this man.
Her sobbing pleas made him that much bolder, and her smirkingly said to her, "Be patient, Caryn. The pain is finished. It's finished once and for all, unless you misbehave again. When you learn to suck my cock the way Joyce has done, you'll find no pain whatsoever. Just behave from now on, and you'll see how capable I am of bringin' you total delight. I have more stamina than most men, and so you'll find me a more than adequate lover, even for the two of you. You know, you should thank me instead of crying. We're going to have lots of good times together, the three of us. Sex is a cure-all for so many problems the human bodies have. A lot of intercourse not only keeps adrenalin flowing, but insulin as well, to stave off diabetes. On top of that, it keeps the natural cortisone in the body flowing and so prevents arthritic attacks. It's healthy exercise for the heart, and it keeps the blood moving through the blood vessels to prevent a build-up of fatty deposits in arteries, thereby helping to stave off strokes. What you girls don't realize is that I've not only saved you from the stress and strain of an ordinary hum-drum existence, but what I'm doing is going to keep you physically fit, healthy, and alive to a ripe-old age.
He smiled a leering smile at Joyce, who was still watching all this with a sense of foreboding, and then he began his hard, almost savage driving movement into Caryn's rectum with his throbbing cock. Caryn had the feeling his penis was sawing into her flesh and slicing her down the middle, but with the passage of seconds, his cock moved not only faster in her rectum, but with greater ease as her tunnel widened even more. Where she had been terrified of his sword-like cock slicing her interior to fleshy shreds, all she now felt was smooth movement as the lubrication seeping from his penis seemed to make the way that much easier. Her aching buttocks throbbed, but no longer with pain. From this point on it was all an unexplainable feeling of rapturously ecstatic thrills.
He reared back, tugging his penis all the way to the entrance of her narrow rectum, the corona trapped inside by her sphincter, and then he slammed forward all over again, ramming it to the bloated hilt into the tightly narrow, constricting channel of her squeezing rectal interior. In, out, in, out, and each time he crammed the throbbing stave into her, to him it felt as if the thrusting organ was delving all the way into her belly.
Moaning because she was actually enjoying what she was feeling, Caryn was aware of his dangling testicles as they continuously and obscenely whacked against the wetly creamy split of her vagina. The wrinkled skin of the scrotum teased her flaring lips of femininity with their beating, building lascivity in her to new heights.
She remained totally inert for the moment, still on her trembling knees, feeling star-like thrills continuing to fill her rectum as he continually pumped in and out with maddening regularity. His hands continued gripping the tenderness of her wide hips as she became more and more acutely conscious of the thrusting of his alien phallus, filling and re-filling her anal channel, brutally pushing into her swollenly expanding rear egress. The amazing length of his cock literally titillated every nerve-ending in the narrow little passageway of her rectum. Her softly yielding inner flesh was widening, making the containing of his pulsating penis that much more bearable.
Steve stared down at the way his plunging phallic poker continually brutalized the tenderness of her soft white flesh, his eyes widening in rapacious glory because of the way the puckered sphincter clung firmly to the full length of his lancing prong. Delighted beyond words because she had finally accepted his cock into her ass, Steve plunged into her tender tunnel with his full strength. On each forward stroke, the full length of his steaming cock was completely buried in her rectal crevice, and his heavy brown balls were actually wedging themselves between the cheeks of her delightful back globes.
Whatever pain there was contained-slowly fading away, and the lovely girl felt her breath slowly returning to her, and her respiration returned to some degree of normalcy for the moment, though passion was causing it to accelerate in beating again. He pounded again and again into the narrow tightness of her back passage. Thrills abounded as his pulsating penis moved through her, and had Caryn not felt so totally humiliated because he had done all this in front of Joyce, she probably would have displayed her enjoyment of all this that much more. She was a body, a body being used by him because he liked the way she looked, but she wondered if he had any genuine feeling for her as a human being. Odd! For the first time in her life she actually wanted this man to love her, and this in spite of the fact that she had treated him not only with indifference, but with actual dislike during the latter months of their relationship.
Though it was obvious he was no handsomer than he used to be, he definitely appeared more masculine to her, and she felt a strange security being with him, even now, in this horribly embarrassing position. Though she didn't blame him if he didn't love her, she felt sad that she was being touched and aroused by him, for he was making her fall in love with him after all this time. She loved whatever he did to her, pain included, and she even loved the way he humiliated her, for when the pain and the humiliation were over, she felt an overpowering sense of love. It was more than mere animal instinct. Not that she didn't enjoy the fucking. She loved it, but she was just as certain that she wouldn't enjoy it nearly as much should she go out and find another man. There was something so overpoweringly sensual about him in spite of his lack of adonis-like features. As her ass butted and responded to the forward thrusts of Steve's cock, Caryn inwardly prayed he would stop hating her.
Her asscheeks were clamping tightly around the thrusting phallus, thinking to slow it down and intensify the feelings it was building inside her, but it was no use. The cock pumped more and more rapidly, though the salacious flames in her were mounting more and more rapidly. Thrills and delight mounted with her subconscious acceptance of the towering penis continually plundering its way in and out of her rectum again and again. Her tender feminine form felt charged with tens of thousands of volts of sizzling electrical delights each time he plunged his powering penis into her. Continually wanton pleasures kept on constantly mounting in the frothing center of her rectal tunnel. For a while she thought she might be a masochist who was starting to glory in the feel of pain. But as time continued passing, she became aware of the fact that she was feeling no pain whatsoever. Rather there was rapture in her belly, a flooding sensation of wanton sentience. This was the kind of pleasure she had avoided all her life because she had been brought up to believe it was wrong. Perhaps it was wrong, but she was tired of living her life as if in a cloister, where she had to keep herself pure in heart and soul for the possibility of a next world. By now she had come to the conclusion that there might not be a next world, and her life in this world might be wasted.
Imagine feeling this kind of sensation in her rectum. It was overpowering her completely, rippling insanely through her because of the wild and uncontrollable animal-like plunges of the masculine cock filling her back tunnel again and again. She leaned forward, putting more weight on her forearms, letting her huge asscheeks fan out widely, her asshole sucking the probing penis inside with great willingness.
Steve realized Caryn was now totally humbled. He congratulated himself, knowing she was won over to him, because even if she did allow herself a foray with another man, it would make her realize just how much better he really was. All that mattered was Joyce. She was still somewhat rebellious. Even though she had sat through all this, watching silently, it was obvious she still hadn't completely given herself up to him, and she would make one more half-hearted attempt-at least, to get away from him. He had something special waiting for when she did.
After Joyce was humbled, the rest would be easy. If he'd been double-joined, he would have patted himself on the back. Yes, very shortly he'd be able to alternate between Joyce and Caryn with ease, the both of them longing for his cock. There would be times when he would use the two of them together, and he would make certain they enjoyed it as much as when he fucked them singly. Eventually he would introduce them to a little lesbianism, to be tried out when he wasn't around. He wasn't worried about lesbianic habits becoming so strong they would overcome their desire for his cock. Both of these were basically heterosexual women, and as a result would always welcome a cock in preference to one another. But there would be times when he wouldn't be available, and too, there would be times when he wanted them to learn pussy-lapping while being fucked in order to enhance their own feelings that much more.
Thoughts of taking on both women at the same time sent his pulsating phallus plunging that much more madly through the widening rectal tunnel, sinking in until the base of his phallic prod was being nursed by her sphincter and his weighty balls were cradled in the wet slit between her pussylips.
Caryn was gasping, feeling the weighty scrotum tickling the ultra-sensitive lips of her tantalized pussy. She gasped with delight at the feeling of his massive cock plugging her tight anal opening. Then he once again tugged back, allowing only the massive dome of his penis to remain inside. He teased and tantalized her rectal muscles a few moments with his coronal ridge, and then nailed his weighty cock all the way into her one more time.
Totally forgotten now was the complete degradation of this supposedly humiliating position. The licentious sensations to which she was now abandoning herself made Caryn thrill all the more with enjoyment as she felt his steam-hot cock inside her. She rocked her parted buttocks against the plunging knife of his driving cock, slamming her craving asshole solidly against the billy filling it, swallowing up every last millimeter of the organ into the tightly squeezing depths of her crushing anus.
"Aaaahh hh-hh-hh" she sighed, letting the man in back of her hear the rapture in her voice.
"You . . . unnhh . . . seeee . . . " Steve panted. "You finally found the rhythm, honey, now move it!"
"Fuck meee . . . fuck me . . . ooohhhh . . . " she gasped and begged, the lascivious words sounding all the more exciting in her own ears, especially knowing she was the one who was uttering them.
"Fuck, you lovely big-assed lady!" Steve panted, his voice a harsh whisper as he gasped out at her. "Keep on fucking . . . keep those . . . wonderful cheeks . . . moooovinnng. Oh God! You have to have the greatest, tightest, most fantastic ass I've ever fucked," he insisted, sweat pouring out all over his forehead.
The sound of his voice was a whip, making her speed her up-and-down motions, delight charging through her ass because of the way his cock continually sank into her rectal tunnel. She shuddered, thrilled as she had never been thrilled before, and that was when she heard Steve bellow out loud, "Commmmiinng yyyy yyaaaa aannnngggg hhhh!"
Hot swollen rapids of pouring seminal fluid went charging through the tightness of her raw and abused anal temple. Heated flushes of searing wonder and delight washed her tenderly sore inner anal flesh. Her asshole squeezed tightly around his cock, feeling the palpitating ejaculation of his heavy fluid as his pulsating organ continued emptying its overnight load into her body. White seminal blobs filled her interior passageway, and caused delighted suffusion as she derived her own inner sensual pleasure feeling the spurts continue to empty into her ass.
He continued pumping his cock through her rectal causeway even though she was aware it was no longer iron-hard. At first she had no idea why he was bothering to do this, but a moment later felt the tingling at the bottom of her rectal tunnel suddenly swell up and develop into a flaring, full-fledged, thrilling orgasm the like of which she had never believed existed-and certainly not in that particular area of her body. Feeling seemed to literally explode in the tunnel of her narrow rectal fissure causing waves of heatedly dizzying pleasure to charge uncontrollably through her.
"AAAIIYYAAggGGGGUUNNGG GGHH HHOO-HH"
Her body began flailing about insanely, her knees sore from driving into the mattress as she hammered her fists into the pillow into which she had been pressing her head. Her ass continued battering against the base of his deflating cock, still thick though shrinking, as if determined to pull every last drop of sperm from within him.
Then she fell to the bed, his cock slipping from her as semen flooded from her cunt and fell on the sheet below. Just before she fell asleep, she heard him say to Joyce, "When she wakes, change the sheets."