Chapter 4
What a pity, Ann thought, that Hal has to work all afternoon. There was a new spring in her stride as she strolled up the walk to the front door of her sister's house. Her lovely face was aglow. Her whole being was suffused with almost forgotten sensations of warmness and completion. Even the people at school had noticed. The principal himself, a shriveled prune of a man named Duckworth, had commented that she looked quite cheerful.
She would never know what the sight of her lovely molded asscheeks twitching under the fabric of her brief skirt as she walked out past the bronze statue of the high school's namesake had got the old fart so turned on that he went straight to his office, told his secretary not to disturb him, and spent half an hour jerking off. It was the first hard-on he'd had in three years, and he intended to get the most out of it.
Feelings of lust were stirring in Ann's pussy by the time she got home. Delicious anticipation made her nipples swell beneath her flimsy blouse. She was looking forward to something, and it wasn't a session with her vibrator. She didn't need that any more.
She had something so much better. A real, live, throbbing cock!
When Ann stepped inside the house, she found she wasn't alone. The man who stood looking at Ann from the doorway to the kitchen was big, burly, and familiar to her. The shock of seeing him standing there numbed her mind, so that it was several seconds before she found his name.
"B-burt," she stammered, "Burt Coulson. What are you doing here?"
Burt just stood looking at her. Slowly he smiled.
He'd been one of her husband's partners in the air charter service. He'd also been one of those who had bought out her share after Roger's death. He was a powerful and bear-like man, not unattractive, but a bit flabby around the gut.
There was nothing attractive about the way his little brown eyes were roving up and down the long lean body of his ex-partner's widow, though.
Ann saw she was being undressed in the man's mind, and anger flared up to replace her momentary confusion. "You get out of this house!" she commanded. "Get the hell out before I call the police."
"You're not going to call any police," Burt drawled, uncrossing and recrossing his arms. He wore a short-sleeved, open-necked pullover, dark blue, that left his muscular forearms bare. The muscles rippled under his tan hide and black hair.
Speechless with rage, Ann whirled towards the phone, sitting on a table by the divan. She had no sooner started for it than a heavy hand grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. She turned with her mouth open to protest.
The words were cut off by a heavy slap across the face. Ann sprawled on the floor, her head swimming. She stared up at the man. Her green eyes were wide with anger. There was fear in them as well.
"You'll regret that, mister," she said. "Breaking and entering, and assault, are pretty serious. They-"
Roughly, Burt grasped her by the arm and hauled her to her feet. "That's nothing," he said.
"They're even more uptight about rape, aren't they."
Before Ann could say anything he crushed his mouth to hers. She twisted her head violently. Fingernails clawed at his eyes, cut into his cheek. They drew a bright droplet of blood, stark against his suntan.
With a bellow Burt shoved the woman away from him. One hand was wrapped in the cloth of her blouse, though, and the flimsy material ripped apart. Ann staggered across the room and blundered into a wall. She stood there, half-leaning, eyes filled with hate as she glared at Burt.
Burt wasn't watching her face. His lustful eyes were glued to her ripe tits rising and falling to her labored breathing. The snowy mounds were barely restrained by a lacy white bra. Dark patches of nipple showed through on either cup.
"Fine boobs," Burt said. "Real fine."
"Oh!" gasped Ann. "How dare you!"
"I dare plenty more, baby," Burt said, approaching her.
Ann came away from the wall with a lunge, trying to dart past her antagonist. It was no good. A hairy arm shot out and snagged her, drawing her against the broad chest.
Thick fingers unsnapped her bra. Panting with lust, Burt tore the bra off the wildly struggling woman's shoulders. Her glorious melon-like boobs bobbled free.
"Really fine," Burt said, licking his lips. He took one of Ann's heavy tits in one huge hand, rolling the soft flesh around and around. The tip of the nipple burned into his palm.
Ann squeaked and fought, twisting and turning to escape. It did her no good. One brawny arm circled her slim shoulders, trapping her. The other hand played brutally with her tit, squeezing and tweaking the delicate flesh.
"D-don't," begged Ann. "That hurts. Stop. Please-stop."
The intruder laughed coarsely. "Changed your tune, haven't you, baby? It's gonna hurt a lot more before I'm finished. But you'll get to like it. You'll get so you just don't want old Burt to ever stop."
Small fists hammered futilely against Burt's slab-like sides. He laughed even harder and put his hand up her skirt. With one mighty wrench he ripped the panties off Ann's loins.
Burt brought the colorful rag of cloth up to his nose and sniffed at it. "Cunt juice," he declared. "You getting all turned on at the thought of me having a go at you? Or you have someone else in mind-auntie."
The implications of his words missed Ann completely. All she could think of was trying to free herself, go for help or get to the phone. It was no use. She was helpless as a child against Burt's bulk and power.
The thick-fingered hand pawed back under Ann's short skirt. A broad forefinger poked apart the lips of her cunt. It went into her pussy to the first knuckle and stirred around. In spite of herself, Ann moaned. She bit her lip.
Burt could feel the heat starting in the elastic cunt walls surrounding his finger. He could sense the slightest hint of moistness beginning to flow. He kept the finger rotating in the woman's pussy, harder and harder, watching her face the whole time.
The man's harsh attentions were beginning to excite Ann. She had to bite her lips harder to keep from showing it. She dropped her eyes.
Burt put his thumb to the swollen button of Ann's clit and pushed hard. Ann gasped and rolled her hips.
"You like that, huh? Feels good," Burt rasped.
He began to press harder. And harder. His thumb was crushing the woman's sensitive clit, gouging it. It quit feeling so good. It was starting to hurt.
The finger went all the way into Ann's pussy. She moaned and shook her head in mingled pleasure and pain. She tried again to pull away. Burt's hand clamped on her shoulder till his knuckles stood out white. He laughed again.
Finally he let up the relentless pressure on Ann's clit, but what he did was still worse. He took the tender pinkness of her inner cunt-lips between his fingers and pinched, hard. He began to twist and pull at them.
Ann screamed. She put her hands to the broad chest and shoved with all her might. Burt roared with laughter and twisted her pussy lips even more cruelly.
In spite of the pain, the juices of Ann's lusting cunt were starting to flow freely. The pungent oily liquid flooded out, soaking the tormenting fingers.
Burt lifted his hand and smelled his dripping fingers. "Smells good," he commented. "Nice and clean. You're prime quality cunt, baby. You're gonna be just what we're looking for."
This time Ann didn't miss Burt's words, but she didn't understand what he was talking about.
All Ann understood was her husband's former partner intended to rape her, and wasn't going to be gentle about it!
Burt locked his hands behind Ann's asscheeks and pulled her against him. She could feel the throbbing bulge of his cock, begging to be set free of his slacks. Christ, he was big! He must have a cock like a stallion.
He gave Ann a big slow grin and started kneading her buttocks. "I think you've had about enough of this foreplay," he told her. "It's about time for us to fuck."
Folding one hand around a slim wrist, Burt lumbered off toward the kitchen with Ann stumbling behind. She was too stunned and 'demoralized to resist. And what good would it have done? She was helpless. She knew it.
Ann's sandals had been lost sometime in the fracas, and the tile of the kitchen floor was cool under her bare feet. Burt spun her around and sat her down on the Formica surface of the kitchen table. Her skirt rode up her hips and the Formica was cool, too, on her splayed asscheeks.
The intruder had apparently surveyed the Johnson house before Ann arrived. He had some things set out on the counter he must have turned up in a search of the drawers in the kitchen. The object he picked up now was a roll of black plastic electrician's tape.
Roughly, Burt pulled Ann's arms in front of her and pinned both her wrists together in one great paw. With the other hand he wrapped several turns of the tape around her wrists, fastening them securely. He picked up a pair of scissors, snipped through the tape and smoothed down the tag end. Then he stepped back and admired his handiwork.
"So far so good," he said. It seemed as if the evil grin had never left his face. Ann gazed up at him, her eyes pleading.
The big man pulled the detachable cord off an electric knife hanging beside a cabinet. He knotted one end around the woman's trapped wrists. Then he put a hand against her bare tits and pushed her onto her back. Her skin flinched away from the cold Formica.
Easily, Burt pulled Ann's arms above her head. He tied the free end of the cord around one of the table legs. Then he straightened up again. He had a hand on the woman's belly to keep her from squirming off the table.
"Okay," he said. "Now let's get a look at that snatch of yours!"
He pulled her skirt off without tearing it. He slid it off her hips and over her ass with one quick motion, then whipped it off her long slender legs. Ann crossed her legs and drew her knees up.
"Hey, that's rich, lady," Burt laughed appreciatively. "Even makes it easier for me."
He put a hand on her bent knee to keep the cord taut between her wrists and the table leg while he reached over to the counter. He had very long arms. In a moment he had what he was looking for, and held it up for her to see.
It was a spatula with a plastic handle. The handle was about as thick in the middle as one of Burt's fingers, tapering slightly at both ends.
"Get a good look at it," Burt told Ann, still keeping a firm grip on her knee. When he was sure she had done so, he went on, "I understand you like to feel things sticking up that pretty little ass of yours. And I want to make sure you really enjoy yourself!"
Ann started to fight again, more frantically than before. She kicked her long legs into the air, which was a mistake. He immediately wrapped his arms around them, holding them up in a bent position.
Burt's target was easily accessible to him. He stuck the plastic handle of the spatula into Ann's cunt first, fucking her with it for a few strokes to get it nice and oily. It made a lewd slurping noise as he pumped the pussy with it.
Ann was gritting her teeth and straining at her bonds. They held fast. It wasn't as if feeling cold plastic up her cunt was new and different for her-she'd used the dildo too often for that in itself to bother her. But the way it was all happening, and what would happen next, made her skin cold and her stomach turn.
When the handle of the spatula was wet enough, Burt pulled it from the seething cunt with a plop and started prodding at Ann's clenched butt-hole. She clamped her ass as tightly as she could.
Burt set the plastic handle against her tightened crack and wedged it between them. It slid in till it rested against the fisted muscle closing her asshole. Burt set his teeth and bore down.
Muscles stood out on his arm as he fought the resistance of the young widow's asshole. Sweat started on his forehead.
Slowly, the hard plastic forced into Ann's butt-hole. Inch by torturing inch it slid in, feeling like fire and ground glass inside the tiny ass channel.
Ann put back her head and screamed, "Oh, God!"
Satisfied, Burt let go of the spatula. All six inches of the plastic handle were inserted in the woman's rump. The steel rod and broad blade of the spatula stuck out from between the round buttocks. He stood for a minute to admire his handiwork.
Ann flopped from side to side, moaned and sobbed with pain, rage, humiliation. The spatula handle that impaled her was thinner than her vibrator, but felt a million times thicker. Having it forced up her unwilling ass made all the difference.
In a matter of seconds Burt stripped pants and undershorts off. With her knees drawn up and kept that way by the kitchen utensil in her ass, Ann couldn't see the truly magnificent length of rampant cock that leaped free of his trousers. It was big and hard, and bulging veins snaked their way up and down it.
The first Ann knew about Burt's cock was when the big fat purple head poked against the slit of her cunt. The tip parted her tender cunt lips. Burt put a hand on one knee and rocked the woman onto her right side. Then he plunged full length into her pussy.
With her cunt full of slick oils, and no time to tense up, Ann had the whole giant prick in her before she could react. And when she did, it was with enough blinding pleasure to shut her mind to the pain and humiliation she was undergoing. Burt's cock was huge! It filled her cunt and thrilled her clit with throbbing sexual energy, and took her breath away in a rush.
Furiously, Burt fucked in and out of Ann's cunt. Frothing cunt juice flew to his rhythmic assault. Ann's cunt was tight and hot and wet like a sock filled with vaseline. And she was clenching her belly muscles to suck every last bit of pleasure from the invading cock.
Burt's abuse and torment of his beautiful captive had got him so turned on that he could hardly stand up. A gigantic load of cum simmered in his hairy balls, just waiting to be blasted free into the woman's yearning, slithering cunt. It would come soon, in a gushing, foaming white torrent of jism. It would fill Ann's gaping pussy and spill out onto the table top.
But Burt had other plans!
After no more than two dozen furious strokes of his cock he pulled the glistening prick out with a slurp. The pinioned woman writhed and moaned from disappointment, not pain.
"Why are you-" she started, her voice thick with passion. "Wha-"
Suddenly hairy thighs were straddling her, the slick length of cock staring Ann right in the face. A big clear drop of pre-seminal fluid welled out of the little hole at the tip of Burt's prick. "Those tits of yours look real nice, baby," the man rasped. "Just good enough to fuck!"
Calloused hands cupped the plentiful mounds of Ann's boobs. Her nipples were swollen and hot. Burt tweaked them with his thumbs, then squashed the jugs together. Ann did not know what he had in mind, but after the gigantic prick had plowed into her cunt, she was eager to find out!
She didn't have long to wait. When Burt had her tits tightly pressed together he lowered his ass onto her trim belly and drove forward with his hips. The inflated fiery head of his prick arrowed between the trapped jugs as he fucked his cock into the tunnel of flesh they formed.
The heat and friction seared Ann's tits. She tossed her head. "Oh, yes!" she cried. "Yes, yes, yeeeees! Fuck my tits! Fuck my titties with your big, fat, juicy cock!"
Burt did his best to obey. By turning his hips this way and that, and by rolling the pliant masses of titflesh, he could produce a million new and delightful sensations in his thrusting prick. His big hands feverishly kneaded and molded the tits as he fucked them as avidly as he'd ever fucked a cunt. His prick seemed to be getting harder and harder, bigger and bigger, till it threatened to explode.
"Oh, God, oh, God!" Ann murmured. She was rolling from side to side, oblivious of the humiliation she'd undergone. The binding of her wrists didn't bother her as she shrugged and rolled her shoulders to tease and thrill her tits against the throbbing bar of cock thrust between them. The spatula up her ass was adding to her pleasure now as she waved her long legs in the air. Cunt honey gushed from her slit, flowing down over her butt and around the trapped handle of the spatula, making a puddle on the hard tabletop.
"That's right, that's right, oh, that's so right," she sighed. "Oh, fuck my tits. Oh, your cock is so big! It's huge, it's hot. Oh, my tits are burning! They're on fire for your cock! My whole body is on fire! Fuck me! I'm coming!"
Her cries of ecstasy were cut off even as she arched her back in the throes of her orgasm. Blinding lights went off in her brain as the thick plug of Burt's cock suddenly rammed into her wide-open mouth. Her tits were still around the base of his prick, flattened against his crotch. But now one hand was behind her head, pulling it forward onto his cock.
Ann's hammering orgasm died away suddenly as she tried to spit the prick out. It gave one mighty throb and shot off.
Searing, salty jizz shot into her mouth. It bounced off her tonsils and splashed into her nasal passage, making her choke and gag. "Mmmmmmmmmmm! Nnnnnnngggggghhhh!" she cried, twisting her head.
Burt's grip was like iron as he blew his wad. The smell of Ann's hot pussy was heavy in his nostrils as he came. The climax was like a jack hammer in his belly.
Ann's unwilling lips were wrapped around the head of Burt's cock. As the mighty contractions jetted his jizz into her face, the gooey whiteness began to seep out around the girth of the cockhead. The taste was rank and nauseating to the abruptly turned-off woman. But she had no choice but to swallow it.
Burt's cock fountained every last drop of his cum into Ann's open mouth, and kept pulsing for a full ten seconds even when the last drop was gone. It had been a hell of a come.
With a gratified sigh Burt released Ann's head. She dropped it back, gagging and spitting. A froth of cum was smeared around her mouth and down her chin like shaving cream.
The sound of sobbing was the only noise as Burt dressed. Ann was huddled into a ball with her knees up almost to her pointed chin. The spatula sticking out of her ass jiggled to the rhythm of her crying.
Ann felt the handle of the implement jostled, and then it was drawn out with an agonizing pang. She shuddered. "Don't want your nephew to come home and find you this way, do we?" Burt said. He untied the cord from Ann's wrists and sat her up. "You've got to get cleaned up."
The woman kept her head averted as he slit the tape, freeing her hands. "At least be shaped up by tomorrow. You're coming over to visit me and some of my friends tomorrow, and you've got to look your best."
Ann stared up at him out of the tangled mass of her brown hair. "You're insane, you bastard," she snarled. "I'm calling the police!"
"I don't think so," Burt said. He reached back to the counter. "You won't say a word to anybody, and you will come to where I tell you."
Ann sat with her knees crossed, her arms folded over her tits. She tried to ignore the pain in her ass. "You're crazy," she said in a low voice. "You won't get away with this. And I won't do anything you say."
"Oh, I will and you will," Burt said with a smile, "unless you want some people to get a look at some of these. Say, your principal. Or maybe your sister and her nice husband, who are letting you stay in their house with their innocent son."
Burt held a manila envelope. He opened it and slid out a stack of glossy photographs. He put them on the table beside Ann's naked flank.
The woman glanced down at them. Her eyes widened and her throat constricted around a rising scream of panic.
The photographs were of her and Hal the night before. They showed everything that went on in detail.
"Sodomy . . . seduction of minors . . . incest," Burt murmured. "All sorts of interesting things. And all sorts of people might be interested in these snapshots, don't you think?"
He paused to let it sink in. "It's a wonder what you can do with infrared photography and telephoto lenses. How do you like the resolution in those pictures? You can see his tongue snaking up into your cunt in this one-and that look on your face, whoo, boy!"
With numb fingers Ann leafed through the stack of pictures. Then she let her hand drop to her side. Burt held up a card with writing on it.
"Here's the name of the motel and the room number. You get off at two tomorrow. Be there by two-thirty. Understand?"
Silently, Ann nodded. She sat without stirring as Burt walked out of the room.