Chapter 7
"And now this one shows the young lady, shall we say, going down for the count." Smiling sensuously, Miss McCoy leaned forward to hand the photograph to the tall, handsome stranger. She leaned far enough so that her already low-cut neckline gave the man an unobstructed view of her lovely, bra-less boobs.
His eyes flicked upwards briefly and he smiled as he accepted the picture. Then he sat back and studied it.
The man stuck his lower lip out and nodded his head. "Not many girls that age can take that much of a man's cock down their throats," he said. "Very nice."
Paul Morley and his sexy secretary exchanged pleased looks. The man really seemed interested in their "merchandise." And he looked like money. Lots of money.
Morley shuffled through the stack of glossy photos of himself and his niece. He pulled out one of the girl tossing her head back, her blonde hair flying, her pretty young face transformed by a look of either sheer ecstasy or utter agony as her uncle drove his gigantic cock to the hilt in her ass. He paused to look at it himself before passing it over. Just looking at it made his cock hard as rock.
"Nice," the man said, studying the new shot.
"I think, Mr. Meyer-" Paul began.
"Call me Dick," the man put in smoothly in a deep, rich voice.
"Oh. Well then, Dick. Perhaps you'd actually like to view the . . . goods . . . at first hand."
"That sounds like an excellent idea," Meyer said with a grin. He reached up to adjust his dark glasses. He hadn't had the shades off since he'd arrived a few minutes after noon at Morley's house. Morley didn't know whether he had simply been wearing the glasses against the harsh midday sun or if, understandably, the man was trying to protect his identity. He wasn't going to ask either.
At a nod from her boss, Sandy stood up and walked up the stairs, swinging her hips deliberately. The prospective customer watched her appreciatively. She was wearing a short skirt, of a clinging material that made it abundantly clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
"Your secretary is some woman, Mr. Morley," he said when she was out of sight.
"Yes. Thank you. Now, Mr.-Dick-you should know that if you decide to go through with this deal, there's absolutely no way anyone will ever ask you any inconvenient questions."
"What about the girl's parents?"
"Her father's dead-Vietnam. And her mother is in prison. You might have read about it. Very messy."
"What about, ahh, official inquiries?"
"No trouble," Morley assured him. "We tell the county people that she ran away. They won't bother looking for her."
He looked away. "That means, of course, that you can do anything you want with the girl.. . anything."
They sat for a moment in silence. A sound from the head of the stairs made them tum. "Ah, here she is," Paul said.
Tina stood looking at the floor. "Come along," Miss McCoy said, tightening the grip on the girl's wrist. She resisted for a moment, then allowed herself to be led down the steps.
The blonde teenager was wearing a shimmery green pantsuit. Paul wanted her to look her best for the man who might be becoming her new owner. Surprisingly, she hadn't put up any kind of a fight at all when he and Sandy dressed her. The shocks and humiliations had been too much for her. She didn't care any longer.
"Mmmmm," Meyer said with a lopsided grin. "Her pictures don't do her justice." Sandy brought Tina to stand in front of him. The adolescent seemed to be studying the toes of his shoes.
"Why don't you sort of try her out?" Paul suggested.
"May I?"
"I insist. I wouldn't want you to buy, um, a pig in a poke."
"Get down on your knees, sweetheart," Miss McCoy said. She pressed down gently on Tina's shoulders. Obediently, Tina dropped to her knees with a soft thud.
"You have her well-trained," the stranger approved. Paul and Sandy beamed.
Meyer reached down and unzipped his fly. Looking over the blonde girl's shoulder, Sandy saw the bulge in the front of his trousers. Her blue eyes widened.
His cock must be as big as Paul's!
In a second he had the cock out and throbbing in his hand. Miss McCoy wasn't disappointed. Her lustful gaze feasted on an eight-inch-long, inch and a half thick chunk of solid prickmeat.
Tina didn't even stir. Her head was tilted downwards. Her hair fell in a golden stream over her shoulders. Sandy patted her on the shoulder.
"Why don't you just suck on Mr. Meyer's lovely-er, his nice cock for him, Tina dear?" the secretary asked.
Tina felt a large hand take her under the chin and lift her face. Something hard pressed against her lips. It was warm and she felt the racing throb of a heartbeat. Then it came into focus and she realized it was the newcomer's prick, trying to force its way into her mouth!
The man wrapped his fingers around her jaw and squeezed. Involuntarily Tina's mouth opened into an "O". The tip of the big prick began to wedge its way inside.
The meaty flavor of prick filled Tina's mouth. The mental haze that had enveloped her disappeared, leaving her clearheaded-and defiant!
No! she thought suddenly. No, I won't go through with it! They may be going to sell me like a side of beef, but if this bastard is going to use me to get his rocks off, he's going to pay for it-in more ways than one!
Her jaw hinges strained as the whole of the man's inflated cockhead forged into her face. "Niiiiiiice," Meyer said. He plugged an inch more of his turgid prick into the young girl's mouth. She bit down. Hard.
"Yeeeeeeeooooow!" Meyer yowled. He pushed the teenager away with both hands and sat down suddenly. Tina went back on her dainty buns. She sat wiping her mouth and smiling maliciously.
Her smile didn't last long. As her uncle knelt by the stranger's side oozing concern, Sandy grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it painfully. "You crummy snot nosed brat!" the black-haired woman snarled. "I'll teach you to make trouble!" She slapped the girl stingingly across the face.
Paul was advancing on the pair, pulling off his necktie. "Grab her arms, Sandy," he said. "Let's let Dick teach her. He'll want to get back at the little slut, and it'll give him a chance to see how she acts under the lash."
"Good idea. But I'd like a crack at the bitch too."
"You may get your chance. Here, hold her arms out." Tina struggled, but Sandy and her boss were both bigger and stronger than the teenager. In a matter of seconds they had her bent over the coffee table with her butt in the air and her wrists tied to a table leg.
"All right now," Paul said. "You have a belt, Dick? Then step right up and lay it on. Take your time-this is on the house!"
Craning her neck, Tina saw Meyer approaching.
His mustached face was red with anger. He was twisting a broad leather belt in his hands.
Paul hooked his fingers in the waistband of Tina's pants and pulled. Pants and panties tore away, to reveal the snowy roundness of her butt. "Go to it," he said.
Without hesitation Meyer lashed out with the belt. It caught the tied-up girl right across the cheeks of her upturned ass with a noise like a gunshot. "Yiii!" she yelped shrilly.
A flaming red mark appeared where the blow had landed. Unlike Paul, Tina's potential buyer wasn't interested in admiring his handiwork. He immediately drew back and hit his victim again with all the power of his thickly-muscled arm.
This time the leather bit deep. Tina gasped, her voice taken away by the pain. God, that stung! He must be stronger even than her Uncle Paul!
The throb-throb-throb of pain from his bitten cock added power to his blows. Rhythmically he walloped away at the exposed and vulnerable buttocks. Tina soon got her voice back. "AaaaaaaaiiiiiiiEEEEEEEEEE!" she yelled.
Her agonized cries alternated with the sharp crack! of the blows. The milkwhite flesh of her ass turned into a mass of red welts, thick and puffy from the brutal impacts of the belt. Her head swam. She writhed and struggled till the necktie bit into her wrists, but there was no way to escape the jarring, biting punishment her ass was getting.
Sandy stood beside her boss. She leaned against him. The next thing he knew her hand crept to his crotch and given his prick a squeeze. "Ahhhhhhh," he said in surprised pleasure.
"I knew it," the woman leered. "Hard as a rock. Well, there's no point wasting a magnificent hard-on like that, is there, lover?"
Her nipples were clearly visible through the taut fabric of her blouse, ripe and swollen with desire. She took her employer by the hand and led him to the couch. His thick fingers fumbled at his fly. He pulled his own big, stiff ramrod of prick out of his pants just as his beautiful secretary pushed him down on the couch.
She turned around. The hot rank smell of aroused cunt hit him in the face like a wet towel. "Get ready for it, big boy. I'm hot and wet and so horny I can hardly stand it!"
Tina squealed as a particularly strong blow smacked her ass. Sandy reached down and flounced her skirt up in back. As the man who called himself Dick Meyer had guessed, there was nothing beneath her short skirt except luscious bare skin. Her perfectly-matched asscheeks smiled right into Paul's face. He got a glimpse of jet-black pussy fur at her crotch, and then she sat down on his prick.
Cool pussy lips kissed the head of his cock moistly. Both of them sucked in their breath. They almost expected a hissing of steam to rise as her pussy oils touched the raging heat of his cock. "Wow!" he said, and then she began to lower herself.
Her cunt lips splayed out as her pussy greedily took in Paul's giant prick. Simmering sauces surrounded the cock. He watched fascinated as the lovely buttocks were wedged farther and farther apart as the brunette impaled herself.
After a delightful eternity Sandy's cunt lips kissed the base of Paul's cock. A trickle of cunt juice ran down onto his hairy ball-sac. "Far out," she said, and then began to fuck herself, fast and furiously, on the huge swollen cock.
Tina was drinking in air in great shuddering gulps. It felt as if her ass were rubbed raw. Pain throbbed from her butt and seemed to smash like waves into her brain. She couldn't take any more! At last the awful beating had stopped-but was the stranger finished whipping her poor, tortured ass? Or was he only taking a breather before he started in again?
Then she found out. A hardness prodded between her pain-filled butt-cheeks. It found the tight fist of her asshole and began exerting pressure. Instinctively Tina clamped her ass muscles. Her buttocks pressed together, pinning the hard object.
Then she realized what was happening. The stranger was trying to stick his cock up her ass.
Ungreased!
"Noooooooooo!" she cried. "No don't! You can't! You'll kill me!"
The man ignored her. She bit her lip in pain from pain at the touch on her tender rump. He pushed the ass cheeks apart, pulling at her poop chute to make it open to his dry, stiff prick.
The very tip of the fat, blunt cock entered the portal of Tina's butt-hole. Like a wedge it held the opening wide. Muscles stood out on the stranger's arms as he began to strain to thrust his dry prick into the girls rump.
It went in a fraction of an inch. "Ouch!" Tina exclaimed. It rasped the delicate inside of her ass channel like a file. The sudden twinge of pain caused her to lessen her resistance in surprise for a millisecond.
Meyer took advantage of the lapse. He pushed forward with his hips. The entire head of his prick went into Tina's ass with an audible pop.
"Ghaaaaaaaa!" Tina gasped. Already her butt-hole seemed full! The rasping pain was replaced by the pain of her circular ass sphincter, being stretched out of shape.
Incredible tightness surrounded Meyer's prick. The greatest pressure was on the ultra-sensitive area where the inflated head of his mighty prick met the shaft. The squirming girl's butt had clamped down so hard it seemed about to pinch off the head of his cock. But he didn't care-it felt too good!
Already the man could feel the load of jism coming to a boil in his balls. He had to get going if he wanted to really get the feel of fucking the blonde's ass before he came! Grunting, he started to force more and more of his giant cock up the unwilling girl's fiercely-resisting butt.
Now the pain began for real. Tina's flat belly went hollow from the effort of trying to close her ass passage against the invasion of Meyer's prick. But it did no good. Deeper and deeper into her rump the rampant prick made its agonizing way.
Tina wouldn't have thought it would hurt so hideously. Not after her Uncle Paul had already blazed the way by butt-fucking her with that titanic cock of his. But Paul at least had greased his prick before forcing it up his niece's ass. The stranger's cock was bone-dry and rough.
It felt as though a telephone pole wrapped in sandpaper was being rammed gradually into the girl's rectum. Like knives the pain stabbed into her ass. The tissues seemed to be flayed away from the tender walls of her asshole. And there was nothing she could do!
Not as bad-but bad enough-was the tearing sensations of her poop chute being forced to spread wide to take in the massive prick. The prick threatened to split her half-naked body right down the middle. The head of the cock was like a burning coal traveling into her innards. She thought it would kill her at any moment. She hoped it would!
At last the terrible progress of the cock stopped. It was replaced by a throb of agony. Meyer's prick was hilt-deep in Tina's ass now, and he was taking a moment to savor the snug, dry fit of her ass sheath around his prick.
It was delicious. Ungreased, his prick had had the outer layer of skin rubbed off in its journey up Tina's butt. That meant his pulsating prick was far more sensitive to the delightful sensations of hot young flesh enveloping it. He gave a long, low moan and pulled his cock out slowly.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" Tina groaned. Long, shuddering wails were drawn from her tortured body as the man's cock flayed its way out of her rump. Every inch seemed to be a mile of excruciating agony as the cock withdrew.
When his big prick was back in the open air except for the purple, cone-shaped head, Meyer rammed it in again. Tina gave a short, surprised yip. Then the man was fucking her butt fast and hard as a horny stallion. Despite the friction of ungreased cock on the membranes inside the girl's rump that threatened to drive them both insane-him with pleasure, her with pain-he screwed the welted ass for all he was worth.
Rotating her hips madly around the fat pillar of her employer's cock, Sandy McCoy opened her pale-blue eyes. "Hey look!" she called throatily. "Dick's got his prick up Tina's butt. L-look at him put it to her!"
With a grunt Paul brought his ass off the sofa, driving his cock impossibly farther up his secretary's brimming snatch. Already wild from the powerful fucking she was getting and watching the painful humiliation of the captive girl, Sandy was forced over the edge into orgasm. "Oh!" she cried softly, and came.
"Shit!" Paul gulped. His prick gave one huge pulse of jism and he came.
The outsider was dimly aware of the fucking pair's orgiastic cries. Tina was writhing and twisting with hysterical energy, trying futilely to escape his hard-driving cock. It was as delightful for his ass-buried prick as if she were trying to bring him off. And the sight of her helplessness, and the glowing, abused flesh of her impaled butt, fueled the overloaded boiler in his balls.
It blew.
"Yaaaaarrrrrgggh!" he cried. His prick seemed to swell. Then it delivered a blast of seething come so hard that Tina cried out with shock. Then the creamy come began to burn her scraped ass channel like acid. Tears flew from her eyes as the man fucked his spurting prick in and out of her ass.
Her butt filled with sperm. She felt it gush out around the pistoning girth of Meyer's prick. The tempo of his butt-fucking never flagged. She wondered if it would ever end.