Chapter 12
Ever so breathlessly, Joyce awaited Orlando's first plunging, forceful stab.
It scared the hell out of Joyce to anticipate getting ass fucked again, but she knew better than to raise a protest or to outwardly demonstrate any fear. Oh, no, she just had to take it, no matter how much in the way of pain she would be receiving from this ever-horny, sadistic man.
"Am I gonna pour my cock into you," he laughed, slapping at her buttocks several more times. "You'd better be ready, because I'm gonna push my dick inside of you. I'm really gonna push it. I'm gonna pound with my big, long stick. I'm gonna drive it inside of you."
"Go ahead, drive it inside her asshole," an excited Harold exclaimed. "We're really breaking her in, Orlando. I fucked her ass and now you're gonna do the same thing."
Orlando's huge body tensed as he got set to drive his forceful cock forward. His fingers clenched sharply against her firm ass flesh as he propelled his stinging cock forward, letting it surge and grind its way inside of her tight anus.
Her body wiggled sharply as she reacted to those first few hard, jolting stabs that he sent forth as he slid his pummeling cock deep inside of her quivering anus. The harder that he slashed with his long, sharp, ever-forceful cock, the more intense the pain became for Joyce to endure.
At first she wanted to just scream out with the pain, at least getting that much satisfaction. But she knew better than to do that. It would have done nothing more than to anger these three beasts who were hellbent on humiliating her in every sexual way.
As Orlando's stiff cock kept on pounding relentlessly deep inside of her asshole, she could feel that much more mounting pain within her whole body, particularly inside of her searing anal passage. After a few more strokes, she became intrigued by the pain that she was receiving. Even though it hurt, there was something exciting about it that she liked.
His hard, charging cock kept on ramming, working solidly back and forth as he pumped and twisted with his blazing cock. The harder that he hammered with his shot-gun-like organ, the closer that he kept moving toward a wild orgasm.
Orlando's stiff, sturdy, rock-hard member kept on working, driving deep inside of her. By then he was experiencing the ultimate in tight sensation, working his blood-engorged, erect member into the deepest cavern of her painful anus. He kept hammering away as he slammed his cock into her puckered anal ring, and as his gasps became louder, Orlando knew just how close he was to that intriguing moment when the juices would have to pour prolifically from the end of his hard-charging cock and into her asshole.
"Nice, nice, nice," he gasped. "Ohhh, how I love it. How I love this fuck. Keep twisting your butt. Come on, bitch. Twist your butt.. Ohhh, I'm gonna shoot. Ohhh, it's gonna shoot out of me. Ahhh, I love it, love it, love it."
His swift, commanding cock kept on driving, working in a whirlpool of passion as he moved that much closer to a brisk conclusion. After a few more jolting strokes, Orlando felt the familiar twitching in his balls. He knew what that portended, and that the stimulating droplets of his flowing, white cock fluid would soon be shooting from the end of his dagger-like instrument.
He kept humping her, slashing seethingly with his lust-coated cock, slapping at her rotating buttocks as the juices were ready to pour from the end of his flowing rod.
As he slapped one more time, he heaved a loud sigh. Orlando observed the explosion of his prolific, white, seething juice shoot from out of the end of his captivated organ and into her asshole.
He watched as some of the juices trickled inside of her hot ass, and others rolled down her ass cheeks and landed on the towel on which she was stretched out.
"Ohhh, what a great sensation," he said. "Ohhh, this is good, so very good."
He removed his grinding cock from her anus, then jumped up from the ground. Orlando's face wore a broad smile of contentment. He had loved every bit of this wild and desire-filled act, and now he was ready to turn over the action to somebody else.
That somebody else who looked like he needed a good fuck was none other than Don.
As Joyce looked up from her position on her stomach, she observed Don reaching down and tugging at his khaki trousers.
"Go ahead," Harold encouraged. "It's about time you got an opportunity to fuck her, Don. We're certainly not gonna leave you out."
"I hope not. Not around an exciting piece of ass like this."
"No way. You know, we've got her acclimated to just about every kind of fuck now."
"That's for sure," Orlando said. "We've broken in her cunt and her asshole."
"How about her mouth?" Don's eyes lit up.
"We've got that broken in, too," Orlando laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, I just about tore her head off when I throat fucked her."
"I'll just bet," Don said. 'That sounds like about what you'd do."
A dazed Joyce watched as Don began to remove his khaki trousers. He pulled them down his legs and off of him. She then observed that he was wearing no shorts beneath his khaki trousers, and the size of his enormous hard-on determined just how much he'd been influenced through watching Orlando's dazzling display of sexual pyrotechnics with beautiful Joyce.
"I really like the shape of your body," the now naked Don said. "Of course, I liked it right from the first time I laid eyes on you. But quite naturally I couldn't tell you just how much I wanted you then. Of course I couldn't. It was important to play the gentleman's act."
Both Orlando and Harold burst into loud laughter.
"We are gentlemen," Harold said. "If you don't believe us, just ask Joyce."
"Joyce, are these guys gentlemen?" Don looked down at her and grinned.
Joyce turned her head away. She was unable to suppress a pout. She hated what these beasts were doing to her, treating her like she was no more than some kind of animal from which all kinds of pleasure could be derived.
"You're not talking, Joyce?" he asked. "That's not right. We want to talk to you. We want to be friendly. After all, we've got lots of sensations we want to receive. And you're tied into them."
Don reached down with both hands, beginning to slide his fingers against the tip of his sturdy, long cock. After a few more quick, determined finger efforts, he reached down and toyed with his balls. The faster that he stroked them, the louder that he laughed as he anticipated getting ready for a wild screw.
"Just look at this cock," he said. "I'm proud of mine just like these other horny guys are proud of theirs. I've got a nice, beautiful bod."