Chapter 2
Relieved of the tall woman's weight, Don Weber sighed deeply and rolled onto his side. Marge cradled his limp cock in her hands and began to lick the thick sperm from its diminishing length. "That's nice," Don murmured. "That's just real fine."
Julie was on her knees. Her mom and Don Weber still hadn't seen her. At that moment it didn't matter. She was weak and shaking with reaction to her first-ever orgasm, but all she could think about was the enormity of what she'd discovered.
Her mother was having an affair while her father was in the hospital!
"Mmmmmm, good," Marge said. She ran her tongue around her lips, scooping up the vagrant drops of jism there. "How I love the flavor of sperm!"
"Your quim doesn't taste too bad itself," Don laughed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "My favorite flavor-prime cunt."
He stood up. His cock dangled like a pink fire hose between his hairy legs. Marge rolled onto her back, laughing, and steered the head of the limber prick into her mouth. Her still-stiff nipples stuck up from the plentiful cushions of her boobs.
Her daughter finally managed to gather her wits enough to slide back out of sight. Couldn't they hear her heart thumping? It sounded deafening to her. She slumped against the wall, listening.
Bending down, Don stroked the ebony glory of Marge's hair. His fingers slipped down, stroked her cheek. "Your lips are so nice on my cock," he murmured. He drew his fingertips lightly over her boobs. His fingers brushed a blood-engorged nipple. Marge shuddered with delight. She started licking Don's cock as though it were a fleshy lollipop.
He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked it savagely.
"Owwwwwwww!" Marge wailed. She let go his prick and started to sit up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Don was standing and smiling down at Marge with an odd smile on his lips. "Just trying something new, my dear," he grinned. "Adding a little spice to our relationship." He reached out and tangled his fingers in the woman's hair.
"Wait a minute," Marge began indignantly. Then her face contorted with pain as Don began to wind her black locks around his hand. "Ouch-hey!"
Julie stirred herself. What was going on? She turned around and peered around the doorframe.
Don Weber was hauling her naked mother to her feet by the hair. Marge's cheeks were flushed. Her boobs swung as she struck at Don Weber's face.
The tall man blocked the blow with ease. Then he slapped Marge open-handed across the tits. She screamed and fell to the floor.
Julie bit her knuckles. This was terrible! She rocked back and forth on her knees, staring in helpless horror.
Marge pushed herself up off the carpet, shaking her head. She looked down at herself. An angry red palm print glowed on her left tit, and the tip of her right boob was getting puffy. "I don't know what you think you're doing, mister," she said dangerously, "but I know you'd better get out of-ahh!"
Moving like a pouncing cat, Don had grabbed Marge's arm and twisted it behind her back. Wincing with pain, the naked woman was levered to her feet. Despite her nakedness, Marge's skin was beaded with perspiration.
"Let me go!" For the first time, the lovely black-haired woman's voice was tinged with fear. "Leave me alone! Get out of this house this ins-aiiie!"
Her tormentor had given her arm a vicious twist. Fear turning to anger, Marge retaliated by kicking him. Her heel hit Don in the shin, and she peeled out of his grip.
Tits flying, Marge lunged for the fireplace, trying to reach a poker or something else she could use as a weapon. Don brought her down in a flying tackle. His cheek was pressed to a snowy ass cheek as they came down together with a heavy thump.
Marge lay still, trying to get her wind back. Don leapt to his feet and yanked a light plug out of an electrical outlet. "Gotta make sure you don't try that again, bitch," he panted. He tore the cord off the base of the lamp and advanced on the nude-woman.
His victim made a feeble try at getting away as he approached. He slipped a noose of light cord around the slim ankles and jerked the cord tight. Bound together, Marge's legs lashed the air.
Holding the free end of the cord, Don got to his feet. "It wasn't very smart of you to try to get away. It was even less smart of you to kick me." His voice was cracked, as though from emotion. "You just made it real hard on yourself."
He raised his arm and brought the frayed end of the electric cord down hard across Marge's upturned butt cheeks.
Julie screamed, but her cry was drowned out by her mother's much more poignant wail of agony. The white, naked body bent in the middle in convulsive effort, then fell onto its side.
Before Marge could hug her arms across her heaving boobs, Don had lashed at them savagely with his cord. Tears streamed freely down her fade as she squeezed her smarting tits, trying both to shield them and ease the hurt. Don took hold of her arms, pulling them away. He rolled his victim onto her belly once more, put one knee in the small of her back, and lashed her wrists together behind her.
Marge lay breathing heavily when Don stood up again. He cast about him, looking for something to punish the woman with. To pay her back for causing him pain.
His eyes lit on the fireplace. He saw the poker the woman had been trying to get to. Beside it he saw something that made him smile and nod in satisfaction. "Let's see how this feels on the bare skin of your ass," he said.
Marge twisted her neck to look at him. "My God!" she exclaimed when she saw what he had.
It was an old-style fireplace broom, long hard straws set in a wooden handle. The handle would stiffen it, but be flexible enough to permit a nasty snap. Don hefted it, nodded.
With a wicked whistle the broom slashed through the air. It struck diagonally across Marge's buttocks, already sensitized and striped from the blows of the light cord. The straws in the broom separated slightly on impact, and then pinched together, biting at the tender flesh in the process. "Eeeeeeeeeee-YOOOOWWWWWW!" wailed Marge.
Don licked his lips. "That's just what I wanted. Shall we try again?"
"No-NO!" Marge tried to say, but the next blow was already on the way. Again the ugly whistling sound punctuated by the smack of stiff dry straw on tender ass flesh. Marge squeaked and bucked, her reddened ass jumping into the air in a spasm of anguish.
With a wrench of her shoulders she rolled onto her back. Her tits ached from the bite of the cord and the slap of her lover's hand. They had been cruelly rubbed and scraped by the carpet, too, in Marge's struggling. She saw Don looming above her, and realized they were about to hurt even worse.
In the doorway between kitchen and living room, Julie Sanders could not believe her eyes. The hideous drama was being enacted a few feet away from her by two naked grownups who weren't even vaguely aware of her presence. Don Weber had tied her mother up and was torturing her! It was awful. Julie should do something, she knew. She should call the police, or jump to her feet and somehow save her mother from this madman, before he inflicted still more pain and sexual degradation on her . . .
But she couldn't. All young Julie could do was rock back and forth with her hands squeezed between her trim young thighs, moaning weakly from the depths of her throat. And watching-watching!
The broom cut at Marge's bare tits till they were a mass of criss-crossing welts. It felt as if an army of fire ants had been crawling over the juicy mounds of tit, stinging and biting as they went. Marge rocked from side to side, trying to roll back over on her stomach. Compared to the flaming agony of having her jugs flayed, the abuse of her ass almost felt good! She sobbed constantly, mouthing wordless pleas and protests.
The small sounds of abject begging, interspersed with insane shrieks of agony, turned Don on incredibly. His long cock stuck out like a bowsprit, stiff and hard as ever. "Keep it up, baby," he crowed. "Just keep begging like that, and I may just let up on you!"
"Oh please, please!" Marge cried. "Please stop! You're tearing my tits to ribbons! Oh, dear God, what have I done to deserve this? Leave me alone-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH ! "
Sweat flew from Don's forehead as he put all the power of his wiry muscular body behind one searing stroke that landed right the woman's rosy nipples. Then, miraculously, the beating stopped. Marge lay weeping fitfully, her long bare legs parted at the knee, exposing a hint of pink in the black forest of her pussy. Her tits burned.
In the kitchen Julie could hear the excited barking of Sam, the family's German shepherd, in the backyard. He had been asleep by the back fence when Julie came in. The sound of Marge's screams had awakened the dog. Surely the neighbors had heard too. Surely help would be on the way soon-perhaps even before Don Weber began a new set of tortures on her mother's naked body.
But already it was too late. Marge held her body tensed for a full minute after the last brutal blow, in anticipation of another cut of the broom. Then she felt herself being picked up easily.
Don's rigid cock poked into Marge's soft sore ass as he carried her over to the couch. Instead of depositing the woman on the cushions, he took Marge around to the back of the divan. Then he dumped her belly down over the back, so that her tits were hanging down the front of the sofa and her ass was sticking up in the air.
"What are you going to do now?" Marge gasped. It was hard getting her breath, with her weight all on her stomach.
"Why, I'm going to fuck you up the ass," Don smiled. "You like that, don't you? You've always seemed ready to feel a cock up your butt before."
Marge said nothing. Don tapped her reddened butt with the broom. She nodded grimly. "Yes," she spat. "Yes, I have enjoyed it, damn you-in the past!"
"Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy it this time, then." The tip of Don's rampant prick prodded between the globes of Marge's ass. The nude, bound woman felt the tip of the cock poke into her asshole. The cock-head felt like the bit of drill.
With slow, steady pressure, Don began to shove his cock into Marge's butt. Julie's eyes opened and she felt a thrill of repulsion. Up the ass! Don was going to fuck her mother up her perfect, snowy ass. The strange thing was, the evil man had made Marge admit she had done it before-and enjoyed it. How could anybody enjoy that? It was so-so nasty.
But now Marge wasn't enjoying it. "Wait!" she cried in alarm. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think?" Don asked. "Shoving my dick up your rump, like I said I would."
"B-but it's not lubricated!"
Don smiled down at Marge's back. The muscles stood out on her arms as she strained to free her wrists. "How perceptive of you," he said: Marge tried to squirm away. Don's hands were on her butt, holding her firmly in place. With her ankles tied together, she couldn't flail her legs. She could only drum her heels against his shins. He didn't take notice.
His thumbs touched Marge's asshole. They began to pull the tightly-puckered hole open. His palms were damp on her ass. The point of Don's cock-head entered Marge's ass.
"No!" she choked. "You can'-t! It'll tear me apart! It'll kill me!"
"No it won't," Don said. "You'll just wish it would."
He pushed forward with his hips. The whole head of his prick popped into Marge's anus.
"AAAAIIIII-YYYYAAAAHHHH!" she screamed.
Julie covered her face with her hands. It sounded as though a red-hot poker was being forced up her mother's butt. The lovely brown-haired and brown-skinned teenager had never heard such raw agony in a human voice before.
A tight ring of dry ass flesh was closed behind the flared hood of Don's prick-head. His hands pressed her buns farther and farther apart. His stomach flattened with exertion as he put all his muscle behind his cock.
Marge was putting all her muscle into keeping the intruding cock out of her ass. She actually managed to stymie his progress. "S-stop," she gritted. "Oh! It hurts already. Get it out!"
"Not yet," Don grunted. "Not till I'm finished with you."
The cock slid inward a fraction of an inch. "Ohh!" Marge yipped. Her butt cheeks quivered as she strove to clamp them still more firmly. It was a losing battle. Another millimeter of cock went into her ass, and another.
The turgid, dry cock felt like a wood-rasp going into Marge's reluctant ass channel. It seemed to be shredding the membranes of her rectum. "Nnnnnggghhh-ngah!" she groaned. Her stomach churned from the effort. Sweat dripped from the tips of her dangling boobs.
Inch by inch Don fucked his cock into Marge's asshole, and inch by inch she fought him. "That's the ... way!" he forced out. "Just keep fighting me. That makes it even nicer. Gaaaaahhhh-damn!"
His cock was one long raw nerve. The skin seemed to have been flayed from his mighty prick as he forced it into the un-greased passage of Marge's poop-chute. It hurt him almost as much as it did his victim for him to drive his cock deliberately into her asshole.
Almost.
At the same time the pressure of her resisting asshole on his half-buried cock was driving him out of his mind!
Panicking, Marge squeezed tighter than ever with the muscles of her butt. Hot flashes of pleasure filled Don's body. His ball-sac contracted into a hard knot. "Urgk!" he breathed, and thrust forward in a sudden frenzy of lust.
Marge Sanders screamed like a damned soul as ten inches of un-lubricated prick was driven home in her ass.
Harsh pubic hair grated the rounded surface of her butt. Her body was weak as water. She could feel every pulse of her tormentor's heart, magnified a million times and translated into stabs of agony in her butt.
How could this be happening to her? Don had always been a kind, considerate, and skillful lover. Oh, occasionally he'd seemed to be rougher than Marge would have liked, but she always passed that off as a difference in tastes.
But the things he was doing to her! It was unbelievable. She would have feared for her life, but the pain in her butt was too great. Death would have come as a relief.
For a long moment Don simply stood and savored the sensation of having his cock planted balls deep in the furnace of Marge's ass. He stroked his hands over her upturned butt cheeks. Her skin still gave off heat from the whipping he'd given her. Aside from the raised welts, the ass skin was soft as silk.
The roundness of the ass nestled up against Don's crotch was a deliciously erotic sight. He sighed deeply and, bracing the heels of his hands against her butt, began to bring his cock out of her asshole.
"Ah! Ahhhh-ah!" Cries of anguish escaped Marge's lips. The prick seemed to hurt worse going out than coming in! The insides of her ass passage had been rubbed raw by the entry of Don's ten-inch cock, and the pain of the prick's withdrawal was incandescent.
Julie watched awestruck as Don's cock came back into view like a pale tail growing from her mother's bottom. The naked, taut body of Julie's mother seemed to radiate waves of pain. Julie's insides churned in sympathetic agony.
She should make herself do something. She had to! But she couldn't. "Aaaaaaaoooooooowwwww!" Marge howled. "Get it ooouuuuuut!"
"That's-unhh!-what I'm doing!" Sweat poured down the man's face. The suction set up by his cock emerging from his victim's lovely ass threatened to pull his guts out the pinprick hole in the tip of his prick. The tightness of Marge's asshole on the part of his prick that remained in her ass was a maddening mixture of pain and pleasure.
Slowly he brought his vibrating cock out into the open air. Marge's hindquarters began to churn, as if in a growing frenzy of passion. Don knew better. She was squirming in agony around his cock.
Pain! His massive cock was causing pain to this lovely black-haired bitch. No sooner had he drawn all but his conical cock-head from Marge's ass than he drove it home again, forcing a shrill shriek from her lungs as he did. Then he braced and pulled his cock out yet again. Sweat poured into his eyes.
Marge's ass felt as if it had a mechanical reamer inside it. "Jesus!" she cried. Her assailant began fucking her butt rhythmically. He pushed every one of his ten excruciating inches home in her ass, and then yanked out as much as he could and still keep the tip of the wedge-shaped cock-head in her ass, with every stroke. "You're tearing me apaaaaaaaaaaart!"
"Just . . . a . . . minute, baby," Don said. "God, you're hot and tight! Gonna come . . . any minute ... uggghhhhh!"
Sweat dripped onto Marge's ass cheeks. Tears were pouring from her eyes. In the kitchen her daughter was crying too, helplessly, heartbrokenly. Again and again Don's belly slapped the black-haired woman's ass.
Suddenly, the tall man stiffened. "Whooooof!" he exclaimed. His whole body gave one great jerk.
"It burns!" Marge wailed. "You're coming up my ass! God, it burns, your come burns like acid!"
Don's head was thrown back and the muscles of his throat worked in time to the spurting of his prick. He was coming hard, so hard his bones seemed to rattle. He felt the back blast of jism boil up along the length of his anally-swallowed cock. He felt it boil out around his prick as he fucked his cock free of Marge's ass. When he drove the prick home again, his crotch made a sloppy sound as it hit Marge's come-drenched ass cheeks.
Every throb of the man's orgasming prick was sheer agony. It felt like a- new red-hot poker stabbing up her butt. All Marge could do was hang on and endure, as load after load of Don's napalm-like come was pumped into her poop-chute.
At last the fury of Don's climax subsided. His cock immediately began to deflate. He pushed off from Marge's butt. His prick came free with a loud pop! A flow of jism drooled from her momentarily-slack asshole before her sphincter muscle took up the slack once more.
"Thanks, baby," Don said. "It was great. I'm sure you'll find a way to get free-before the kids get home."
Without another word Don Weber got dressed and left by the front door. He left behind him a naked, abused, violated woman, draped sobbing over the back of her own living-room sofa.
And in the kitchen, unknown to either victim or victimizer, a young girl sobbed away a portion of her youth. A possession she would never come by again.