Chapter 8
After the heat of the morning, the shed had an even stronger smell of marijuana. The rich, flavorful aroma was sucked deep into Larry Mapes' lungs, achieving the effect of a minor high.
Marsha Rening, at the moment, was strung by ropes from one of the rafters. Her arms were lifted above her head, making her shaved underarms show as elongated triangles. Her rib cage was jutting outward, making her breasts seem even larger than they were. Her belly was actually concave between her two hipbones. Her legs dangled downward so that her toes could touch the floor if she stretched for it.
Marsha wasn't worried about her present predicament. Quite to the contrary. She was actually excited as all hell about it. She had always gotten a decidedly extra thrill about the introduction of the milder aspects of bondage and discipline into sex. And, Larry had a way of utilizing just enough to make Marsha really climb the walls.
Marsha and Larry were doing no more than playing games. Assigned to keep watch over the baled marijuana, there wasn't much of anything else to occupy their minds but sex.
The game they had decided to play today was rape. Marsha always got an exceptional charge out of playing rape, if just because she had never been raped and couldn't imagine it really ever happening. She couldn't think of a hard male cock she had ever turned down, no matter how it had been offered. And if-perchance-she ever did find one that she didn't want, she was an expert in karate, so she figured she could take care of herself.
Besides, playing at rape had to be better than the real thing (did all women really, down deep inside, want to get sexually attacked?), because, Marsha could let her fantasies run wild. Take now, for instance. The way Marsha was imagining it, it wasn't Larry Mapes who was out to rape her at all. It was some big, black Negro buck, escaped from a chain gang. He had come by the house, found her all alone. He had chased her, ripped off all of her clothing, and he had hoisted her naked body up toward the ceiling in this shed.
Now, that was a turn-on!
"What are you going to do to me?" Marsha asked, trying her best to feign the pitiful squeak of some ordinary housewife confronted with a sweaty black who seemed straight from the jungle.
"Well, lovely lady," Larry said, lost in his own little fantasy. He was the chief stud in a New Orleans whorehouse. He was always the one chosen to break in a new girl. "I've got a hard piece of cock right here in my pants that's just itching to get itself off in a throbbing mass of hot, buttery female goodness. I think you've got the qualifications needed to bring my hunk of solid manhood just the kind of satisfaction it's looking for."
"Oh, please, let me go!" Marsha said, thinking she sounded as scared as any woman would have sounded. She jiggled her ropes in a simulated effort to get free of them.
"Come on, honey," Larry said, walking so that he was standing in front of Marsha's strung body. (My God, she looked sexy, hanging there as naked as the day she was born!). He rubbed the swollen bulge his cock was making in his pants. "There isn't a broad around who doesn't go ape-shit when she gets poked by this monster cock of mine. And whether you know it or not, you're no goddamn exception."
"Cut me down! Cut me down!" Marsha pleaded, wondering if a real victim's cunt would have been getting all nice and juicy like Marsha's vagina was.
"Here, I want you just to take a look," Larry said; and, he began unzipping his pants.
"Noooooooo!" Marsha squealed, jiggling her ropes one more time. Her wrists burned slightly on the binding hemp. Her muscles stretched even further, exuding their own particular ache. But any pain Marsha was feeling was somehow just a supplement to the turn-on.
"Just take a look at this, baby," Larry said. He had successfully yanked out his blood-glutted erection. Its massive belly reared up like a cobra ready to strike. His cockhead flared out into a massive mushrooming atop his cock stalk.
"Ohhhhhh, that'll kill me!" Marsha said, imagining Larry's cock as a black Negro cock. She didn't have to imagine it as being huge; because, it already was that.
"This cock of mine has been up a lot of cunt, lady," Larry bragged. "And, it hasn't ripped one yet. Stretched them a good deal wider than they might have been used to stretching-yes; but, ripped-no way!"
"You're too big!" Marsha insisted, knowing that any normal woman would really have been frightened at the prospect of getting poked by Larry's monster. Actually, even though Marsha knew she could take it all-having taken it all before-she could almost ... ALMOST ... convince herself that Larry's cock was a sword capable of splitting her up her seams.
"Naw, I'm not too big, baby," Larry said; and, he fished his right hand into his trousers and scooped put his huge balls.
"Eeeeeeiiiiiii!" Marsha squealed, sucking in the smell of the marijuana bales she and Larry were guarding. She decided the smell was far more of a turn-on than plain old hay would have been.
Larry walked up closer to Marsha, facing her. The way Marsha was hanging, her cunt was almost perfectly aligned for Larry's sticking. In fact, when Larry pulled his cock downward to a position that was perpendicular to his belly, his cockhead came into direct contact with Marsha's pussy hair. The hair tickled Larry's sensitive cock crown.
"It's too big ... it's too big ... it's too big!" Marsha chanted, feeling her cunt juices drooling while Larry traced his leaking cock corona back and forth along the sticky slice of Marsha's pussy mouth.
"Come off of it, lady!" Larry said with a laugh. "The way you were putting up a fuss, you would think that this cunt of yours was virgin territory or something. And, you and I both know it isn't that, don't we?"
Larry's hips gave a sudden buck forward. Marsha's body swung back beneath the pressure, her pussy not coming open until gravity forced Marsha's cunt to swing back over Larry's cock.
Larry humped again; and, the head of his prick pushed deeper through the doors of Marsha's cunt, sticking there.
"Oooooooooh!" Marsha grunted; and, this time she wasn't faking anything. Because, Larry's cock was a big one. And, its pulpy cockhead could stretch even a cunt like Marsha's well-used one.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Larry asked. He curved his hands around Marsha's hips, his fingertips resting on the swells of Marsha's buttocks, his thumbs hooking Marsha's hipbones. "And, that's just the head of my prick. There's a hell of a lot more that is scheduled to come after."
"Oh, please, no!" Marsha groaned. "Have mercy ... have mercy ... have ... AAAAGGGHRRRRR!"
Larry had given Marsha what they both wanted. His hands had pulled Marsha's hanging body forward. Larry's pelvis had bucked forward. A good half of Larry's steel cock had followed his rubbery cockhead up Marsha's juicy pussy.
"Oh ... my ... fucking ... God!" Marsha squealed. There was no problem fantasizing Larry's cock as big Negro prick; because, there was no way a black cock-no matter how big-could have stuffed Marsha any more full than she already was. Was there?
"Nice, huh? Nice?" Larry asked. And, not waiting for a reply, he socked the rest of his prick into Marsha's cunt. His hair-covered scrotum came to a slapping impact between Marsha's legs.
And if Marsha thought she had been stuffed before, she suddenly knew that her previous stuffing had been nothing to what she was now suddenly forced to endure.
"Aaaagh ... aagghhhhhh ... agggghhhhhhh!" Marsha grunted, her eyes wide, her mouth moving much like a fish in a fishbowl.
"Yes ... baby ... yes," Larry said, grinding his pubic hair into Marsha's pubic hair. He was simultaneously luxuriating in the exquisite squeezing of Marsha's spasming pussy around the total length of Larry's solid prick.
Marsha's cuntal membranes oozed more lubricating oils that bubbled hotly, forming a wet-warm cocoon around Larry's cock. Slurpy sounds erupted from Marsha's cunt as Larry stirred his cock inside the cavern and then stirred again.
Then, quite suddenly, Larry's handolds on Martha's lower body went firmer, and Larry pulled back his own hips to yank his cock completely free of Marsha's body. Larry's cock came out with a resounding "plop," caused by the existing suction.
Marsha felt empty, completely empty. Larry's removal of his cock had been almost as if a vital part of Marsha's being had been suddenly snatched from inside of her.
Larry smiled, excited by Marsha's obvious surprise. Oh, but he had something better in store for Marsha than just an old-fashioned pussy screw!
"Don't worry, baby," Larry said. "I'm just pulled out for a minute. I'll be back up inside of you as soon as I can change holes."
Change holes? Change holes? What was he talking about?
"I've got this sudden craving for the feel of your asshole wrapped around my stiff meatiness," Larry said.
Marsha got a sudden thrilling of excitement at the idea of Larry's big cock plowing up her ass. Larry had fucked Marsha there before. And, it had been heaven! It would be that way again!
Still, Marsha also remembered the pain inherent in those other times. After all, her asshole was a lot smaller than her cunt. And, Larry's cock was a giant.
Larry must have known what Marsha was thinking; anyway, his next statement would have given indication of such.
"My cock got all juiced up while stuck full-depth up your cunt, honey," Larry said. "There's no lubricant like natural lubricant. Your rectum is going to slide open nice and easy: no problem, baby ... no problem at all."
And, it was a good thing, too; that Larry's cock was all glossy with juices! Marsha would have been really upset if Larry had announced he was going to attempt a dry fuck. There was no way-NO WAY-Marsha's rectum would have survived Larry's unlubricated cock ramming home.
Larry moved back behind Marsha, figuring he had better work fast, or else he would lose his advantage of a wet cock, due to evaporation. To replenish those juices already less liquid after exposure to the air, Larry milked his cock for some of his own pre-seminal leakage. He added those to his cock length and then moved quickly into an ass-fucking position.
"Ready, baby ... ready?" Larry asked. With his left hand, he opened the cheeks of Marsha's buttocks. With his right hand, he put his drooling cockhead on her puckered target.
"Easy, Larry, easy," Marsha pleaded, not even realizing that her previous fantasy of being fucked by big Negro cock had disappeared under the present reality. "You are big ... damn it! You know you are big!"
"It's coming in, baby," Larry informed her. He pushed his hips forward, working the head of his cock into the mouth of Marsha's pucker. He felt her anal ring rolling open. He felt the entrance of his cock head into her anus. Marsha's sphincter ring collapsed like a rubber band just below the flaring of Larry's cock corona.
"Slow ... Larry ... slow!" Marsha commanded, feeling pleasure, feeling pain. She was made a little afraid by her obvious helplessness. All the other times Larry had gone after her ass, she hadn't been bound. At any time during those other ass fucks, she could have pulled away from him, told him to bug off. But, she couldn't do that now, could she? Hell, no! He had her. He had her right where he wanted her. And, what's more, she had inadvertently let him get her here.
Larry's cock partially secured up Marsha's rectum, Larry put a hand to each of Marsha's hips. He then drove his thick meatiness hard and fast up Marsha's rectum. His juice-sopped stiffness streamlined up Marsha's bowel with a swiftness that caught the woman completely unaware. One second, only Larry's cock corona was enlodged. The next second, that same cock corona was sunk to tremendous depths up Marsha's rectum. And between that cock head and Larry's cock roots was a stiff log of hard male prick.
"Oooooooo!" Marsha moaned, finally finding her voice. Muscles all over her body were twitching. Her body was jerking like a fish out of water.
Larry, gritting his teeth with the pleasure and the pain, ground his hard belly into Marsha's ass cheeks. His pubic hair scratched Marsha's buns.
The sensations playing throughout Larry, due to the slide of his cock to its balls up Marsha's ass, had bordered on the excruciating. They made Larry only hot for more intense pleasures.
Holding firm to Marsha's hips, Larry began to pull his cock back out. He continued the withdrawal until only his cock head remained enlodged within Marsha's rectum. No sooner, though, was his cock jerked out to its tip, than Larry was pushing it back to its roots once again.
"Oh, Jesus ... oh, Jesus," Marsha mumbled as she endured the pleasure-pain of another thrust of cock up her behind. She groaned again, louder, when those initial thrusts were followed by yet another ... and then another ... and then another.
Larry could see the trembling of the muscles on Marsha's back. He could hear Marsha's groans. It was all adding up to more pleasure for Larry. And Larry's pleasure was suddenly all that was important to him.
Larry continued to fuck, carried away by the unexpected joy of the moment. His cock came out ... jabbed in. The inward drive sent Larry's contracting scrotum into a lewd slapping against Marsha's sweat-sheened ass. Larry's pubic hair squashed to a mating with the red hair that ran the crease of Marsha's ass.
Jesus, it was lovely!
Despite Larry's having suddenly been carried away with his fucking, Marsha soon found that her suffering was totally compensated for by her own swelling ecstasy. And if Larry was enjoying this fuck, then Marsha was enjoying it, too. Shit, joy was an understatement! Because, Marsha was suddenly flying high.
"Rape me!" Marsha bellowed, quite beside herself with the pleasure derived from the feel of Larry's long, hard cock inside of her. "Rape ... the ... fucking ... shit ... out ... of ... me!"
Marsha's begging acted as an audio aphrodisiac on Larry, making the man's hips really start fucking out of control.
Fuck, yes, Larry would rape Marsha's ass! He'd rape it! He'd screw it! He'd fuck it!
Larry ran his arms up around Marsha's breasts, his fingers finding Marsha's hard nipples and then pinching them ... hard. Marsha's paps only went more taut beneath Larry's manipulations.
"Oh ... stud ... fuuuuuuck me!" Marsha moaned, driven crazy by the way Larry's fingers were working her nipples.
Larry wasn't finished with his little surprises. While his right hand continued to twist and tweak the stiff nipple on Marsha's right breast, Larry's left hand dropped down Marsha's belly, closing in with a vengeance on Marsha's leaking cunt.
"Oh ... fucking ... stud ... bastard!" Marsha bleated, feeling Larry's fingers digging deep into her cunt. The resulting pleasure-pain sent sunbursts of ecstasy writhing throughout Marsha's body. "I'm cum-mming ... you ... big-cocked ... sonofabitch! I'm cummming ... I'm cummming ... I'm Jesus-ass ... CUMMMMMMINGAAAGGGHHREEEIIIII!"
Larry continued fucking. There was little else he could do. His body was operating with a will that was seemingly all its own. Animal instincts had taken complete control. And, these simpler drives now called out for only one thing: orgasm! Orgasm! ORGASM!
"AAAAGH ... AAAAGH ... TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" Larry bellowed, his cock blasting. Great soupy wads of wet-warm male cream were spewed up Marsha's rectum. Curtains of the stuff hung from her anus walls to flow around Larry's socking cock. And, still the gobs of cum kept coming ... kept shooting ... kept emptying ... through the pulsing lips of Larry's spraying penis.
And, the first evidence of the actual reality that both Marsha and Larry heard after their climaxing was over, Larry's cock going flaccid up Marsha's cream-strewn anus, was the voice of Cary Janner.
"If I were a narc, you dip-shits would now be done for!"
Surprised, Larry turned suddenly, his cock pulling free of Marsha's ass hole with an accompanying obscene noise. His cock drew with it a stream of spent cream which had been caught in the resulting suction.
"Jesus Christ!" Larry exclaimed. "You just scared the fucking pee out of me!"
"You ass holes are supposed to be guarding this stuff," Cary reminded, still wondering if what he had seen was really true. Was Marsha actually strung by a rope from the ceiling? Was Larry's cock actually going soft after having blasted up Marsha's ass? "You two were making so much noise, I could hear you a mile away."
"Is there trouble?" Larry asked, suddenly forgetting everything except the fact that Cary wasn't due back until Friday.
"We're moving the stuff tonight," Cary said, wondering how Marsha would react when he pulled his cock out and rammed it up her ass for sloppy seconds.