Chapter 3
Sheila looked at Charlie's half-hard cock, already longer and bigger than Brad's when he was fully aroused. Instead of an instrument of passion and joy, it loomed between Charlie's muscular legs like a weapon. His cum-filled balls seemed to grow larger, ready to burst with liquid power. The hairy, muscular body that had once sent thrills down her spine now belonged to a butcher, ready to take a calf to the slaughter. She felt her entire body go weak as he grabbed her by the neck.
"Now, you cum-sucking whore, you've been fucked by a boy, but this time, you're going to get fucked by a man!" Charlie said, straddling her shoulders, his hand still at her throat. "Open that filthy cum-hole mouth of yours."
Her mouth opened, and he plunged his still-growing cock past her lips and into her throat. He released his hand from her neck and placed it behind her head, shoving her face into his crotch. Her lips were circled around the very base of his throbbing dick, the head of his enormous cock against her tonsils.
"Suck, you bitch. Suck me dry!" he commanded.
Sheila began to gag on his cock, and it still was not fully erect. She felt it would never stop growing! She felt the foreskin of his pecker pull against the roof of her mouth as the glans grew larger and larger, freeing itself of the stretching cock skin. Charlie pressed harder against the back of her head as his cock now seemed to fill every space in her mouth and throat. Sheila could hardly breathe with her nose pressed against the wiry brush of hair around his cock, and the fully hardened prick seemed to be plunged into her lungs.
"I'm going to face-fuck you to death, you slimy whore," Charlie said, grinding his cock deeper and deeper into her constricting throat. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back and forth to meet his pumping pelvis. He watched as her wet tips traveled the entire length of his cock as he pulled it out, and then plunged it in again. Back and forth, without mercy, he poked his pulsating cock into her mouth. The huge head of his prick slid across the roof of her mouth and down into her throat with each thrust.
"You like this, baby?" asked Charlie, his voice hoarse with excitement. "You like this big cock fucking you in the mouth?" His movements became faster and harder as he bumped his pelvis against her face. "You ready to suck some cum, you cocksucker?"
Sheila's mouth felt as though it would split at the corners as his aim-filled balls slammed and banged against her chin. The hot, juicy cum was pouring from his engorged balls through the long pole of his cock as she felt the shaft grow even larger.
"Suck, you whore bitch, suck!" Charlie shouted as floods of white, milky cum shot deep into her throat.
He pulled her head against his stomach with a force that almost broke her neck as he shot off time after time. Sheila felt her mouth and throat filled with his sticky, hot cum. Stream after stream of jism flooded into her mouth. She tried desperately to swallow it all, but there was too much of it.
She began to gag, and choke. The cum still spurting from his iron-hard cock shot upward and into her nose. When she breathed out, a long stream of cum dripped from her nose and onto Charlie's hairy crotch.
Although Sheila was thrashing for air, Charlie still held her head and pumped, until the last few drops of cum fell into her throat. Only then did he slightly release the pressure, so that she could breathe. After his orgasm had fully subsided, he took out the wilting cock. When he had done so, he looked down at her cum-splattered face and said, 'That's pretty good for starters, bitch, but it's only the beginning." Then he slapped her face hard, and spit into her mouth. "Suck that too, you whore!"
Charlie got off of her and went over to the dresser and, opening a drawer, pulled out a long belt with a cowboy buckle.
"You're nothing but a whore dog, and I'm going to teach you a few lessons," Charlie said, winding the belt around his fist. "I'm going to teach you to sit up and beg, you bitch!"
Sheila looked at Charlie with pleading and fearful eyes. "Please, Charlie, don't hurt me. Please, I'm sorry. Please...."
Her pleading was replaced by a scream of pain as the leather belt slammed across her legs.
"Look, bitch," Charlie said, "first thing you learn, is don't talk back!" Once again he struck her hard with the belt. He grabbed her by the elbow and forcefully turned her over on her stomach. "Take this, you cocksucking dog!" he screamed as he slapped the belt across her ass. He watched her writhe on the bed in pain as his excitement grew. He felt the blood rush to his cock, making it grow harder and harder.
Sheila whimpered and cried, begging him to stop. "Charlie, please, you're killing me. Don't hit me again. Please!"
"You going to be a good little whore to me."
"Yes, yes, Charlie!" Sheila screamed. "Anything, anything you ask, just don't hit me again, please!"
"You do what you're told, baby," Charlie began, dropping the belt beside the bed, "and no more hits." He reached to her ass and touched the red welt the belt had caused. Sheila flinched. "There, there, my little cum-sucking whore, I'm not going to hurt you." His voice had now taken on a child-like, insane tone. "First you have to learn to beg." He grabbed the firm flesh of her ass hard and said, "Have you learned to beg?"
"Yes, Charlie, I'll beg. I promise," Sheila answered, her voice filled with terror and pain.
Charlie patted her ass, then rolled her over. "Good," he began. "First thing you have to beg for is to suck out my ass."
Sheila stared at him, her eyes wide and tearful. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"I said, goddammit, to beg!" Charlie shouted, his hand reaching for her neck.
"Please, please, Charlie," Sheila began, "will you please let me suck out your ass?"
"That's better," Charlie said, releasing her neck. "Once more."
"Please, can I suck your ass?" Sheila whimpered.
"Sure, baby," Charlie said. "You go right ahead and suck my shitter. And suck it good, baby, or I might have to teach you another lesson."
Charlie straddled Sheila's waist, with his back to her face, and lowered his ass against her mouth. His huge balls were hanging like hairy apples in front of her eyes. She saw the wiry growth of hair around his shit hole as he lowered it to her lips.
"Start sucking, baby," he said, "and it had better be the best suck job of your career."
Sheila flicked her tongue around the hairy, soft opening of Charlie's shitter. She licked and sucked on the opening, running her tongue around the hole, forward to his balls and back again. She darted the tip of her tongue into the entrance of his shitter. As Charlie gyrated his pelvis around and around, her tongue thrust deeper and deeper into his dark bung. Charlie leaned a little forward, letting his hard cock rest on her flat stomach. He rocked back and forth, pushing his ass down on her tongue as it flicked in and out of his dark hole. He clenched the anal muscles around her firm tongue as she slipped it out and in.
"Deeper!" Charlie commanded.
With all her effort, Sheila forced her tongue deep into his shitter, the base of her flickering instrument crammed against the opening. She ran her tongue around the inner muscles and sucked with all her might.
Charlie began stroking his cock, and shouted, "Suck it, you whore, suck my ass!"
Sheila sucked and licked faster and harder. She felt his muscles tighten, and then relax completely. Without warning she felt the explosion of hot, putrid air in her mouth as Charlie blew a long, foul fart into her face. As he did so, he sat down on her mouth and laughed.
"Come on, baby, suck out my farts."
Sheila gagged as she tasted the tiny particles of shit expelled with the fart. Although she squirmed and pushed with her face, her strength was no match for Charlie's.
"Stick your tongue up my ass and suck out the shit, you bitch!" Charlie screamed. "Suck good, or I will fucking kill you!"
He ground his ass into her mouth and onto her tongue as he felt Sheila beginning to suck and lick again. He moved his ass up and down, plunging her tongue deeper and deeper, licking out the residue of shit in his ass.
"That's good, baby, that's real good."
After a few moments, Charlie got off. He looked down at Sheila and said, "Roll over, baby, my turn at your ass."
"What are you going to do?" Sheila asked, already knowing the answer.
"Why, baby, I'm going to fuck your little shitter to pieces."
"Charlie, please don't...." Sheila began, but thought of the pain of the belt. Meekly, she rolled over on her stomach, her head turned sideways. She looked at Charlie as he knelt between her legs, his massive cock in his hands.
"You're going to love this, you stinking whore," Charlie said, pressing the head of his cock into the tiny entrance of her asshole. "You won't shit right for the rest of your life when I'm finished with you."
A blinding pain overwhelmed Sheila as she felt the steel hardness of Charlie's cockhead slam against her tender stutter. She knew it was impossible for his huge cock to fit inside her ass. She held onto the sheets, gripping them in anguish as Charlie grabbed her around the waist and forced her bottom onto his throbbing cock. She felt as though she were being skewered as the head of his cock pushed its way into her tiny hole.
Hot, lightning stabs of pain seared her entire body as Charlie pushed his cock further and further into her bleeding ass. Inch by horrible inch she felt the shaft of his pole push against her guts. When she thought that he couldn't possibly push any further, he seemed to grow larger with each thrust. His monstrous cock was now slamming and pumping, grinding into her guts.
"You like this, baby?" Charlie moaned, his excitement mounting. "It's not even halfway in yet."
Sheila, her body racked with unbelievable pain, moaned and wept. Further and further his growing and pulsating cock pressed into her guts. She felt the head of his cock would rip open her stomach, as she felt every organ of her body compressed to make room for his fiery, rock-hard cock. When she knew she couldn't take any more pain, she began to plead and beg him to stop.
"It's killing me, Charlie!" she screamed.
"Then let it kill you, you fucking whore!" Charlie shouted. "I'm going to fuck you like this for a week!" With those words, he began to pump and slam his cock up her ass like a madman. In and out he, forced his cock, his balls slamming against her ass-cheeks on each stroke.
What seemed like an eternity to Sheila was only the beginning of Charlie's pumping and grinding. He seemed to find renewed energy with each thrust.
Sheila felt her ass split, the pain like a blowtorch in her intestines. The pulsating cock pushed against her ass walls, ripped and tore her tender flesh.
As Charlie neared a climax, his cock became cum-engorged, the heavy flow of milky sperm enlarging his cock to the maximum. At last, loads of sticky, hot cum juice flooded into her guts as he slammed again and again with each spurt.
Sheila felt her insides fill up with what seemed like gallons of molten lava as stream after stream of cum shot from his cock. His dick seemed to grow with each thrust, each gigantic spurt of burning, hot liquid. She felt the room whirl, grow dark, and his cock grow larger and larger, until she felt she was just a piece of flesh stretched over a huge cock.
She imagined his horrible, gigantic cock was filling her chest, her lungs and neck, as the sweet oblivion of darkness flooded her mind. Her eyes fluttered, her hands relaxed their grip on the sheets, and for a while, at least, she felt no more pain.
Sheila saw herself running, trying to escape. But something held her. Something hard, hairy and strong. She tried to force herself up, but her legs and arms were like rubber. There was a growing pain in her cunt. Something pounding and slamming into her tight pussy like a fist. She opened her eyes and saw the grinning face of Charlie. She vainly struggled to be free, but his huge, meaty arms held her fast. He was between her legs, slamming his cock into her tiny slit, grunting like a pig.
"I thought this would wake you up, baby," he said, grinding his cock fully into her pussy. "like it?"
Her cunt felt like it was about to split. The pain began to mount as Charlie's cock scraped and banged against her pussy walls. Bolt after bolt of scorching pain shot through her body as Charlie banged away relentlessly. Sheila looked at this animal, her mind unable to bear the pain any longer. She looked over at the nightstand and saw the gun. Without any thought except to be free and out of pain, she just barely managed to grasp the tip of the barrel. Pulling the .45 into her hand, she slammed the gun into the side of Charlie's head as hard as possible.
The pain subsided as Charlie's weight relaxed on her body. Sheila dropped the pistol and pulled herself away from Charlie. Blood was oozing from the side of his head. At that moment she hoped she had killed him. Stumbling into the bathroom, she vomited into the sink. One thought in her mind kept screaming out over and over, "Get out! Get out!"
Seconds later, she returned to the bedroom, and without looking at Charlie, she pulled a suitcase out of the closet and haphazardly threw some clothes and shoes in it. She slipped on a dress, and as an afterthought, went over to Charlie's trousers and extracted what money he had in his wallet. She grabbed her purse, the suitcase, and walked out of the bedroom. She heard a low moan from Charlie, and the fear and panic of this horrible night jolted her into action.
like a hunted animal, she ran out of the house, jumped into the car and pulled out of the driveway. She was in pain, crying and sobbing as she sped away from the house and down the street. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew what she was leaving. And she didn't look back.