Chapter 3
Joe was straddling her now, his knees pressing against the sides of her body, his hands moving her tits in against each other as he rocked his ass back and forth. She could feel the hot, hard rubbery slide of his cock as it slipped over her tits, rubbing up against her injured nipples. He was making odd grunting sounds, his head tilted back, his eyes shut as his balls dragged over her upper belly. Angie could almost feel the burning warmth of the matches as the big stud rubbed his prick back and forth, back and forth, the touch of his cockmeat making her nipples tingle with lust.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhh, baby, yeahhhh," he groaned, opening his eyes and looking heavy-lidded down at the helpless, gagged blonde. He paused in his rocking movements, taking in the sight of Angie roped in that obscene position. "Man, you got me so fuckin' hot, I could cum right now. But that ain't gonna happen."
He closed his eyes again, his body shivering as Joe made an obvious and successful attempt to keep from blowing his wad into her face. Angie groaned through the shorts, feeling the cotton tickling the back of her throat. She coughed, trying to swallow the excess saliva that was backing up dangerously in her throat.
It was getting so hot in her cunt, and the juices seemed to flow without ebbing.
"Ohhhh baby, you're gonna take it now," Joe groaned, rubbing his fingers over his fat, meaty knob.
Angie lay there quietly, her clit burning and throbbing like a glowing lump of coal. Joe slipped both hands under her ass, his fingers cupping her ass-cheeks, working them like two soft lumps of clay. That subtle movement made her cunt lips rub against one another, touching her clit, at times. Angie groaned through the cotton, her teeth chattering as she felt herself staggering closer toward climax. His prick was inching back, back past her cunthole while his knees slipped under her ass and spread her body open even more.
"Ngnnfnnffffff!" she gasped.
Another series of cramps, these making her spine feel as if it were going to snap in two. How her body burned with passion once more! How she wanted to feel Joe spreading her cunt open once more with his prick. But what was he doing sliding that thing past her dripping pussy-hole! Every nerve ending in her cunt was standing up on end, sputtering with electricity, waiting to be touched, to be rubbed by the stud's fat prick. And yet there he was, holding her open, his fingers pressing outward now and sinking slightly into her resilient ass-flesh.
In a moment Angie guessed what was going to happen. She felt his prickhead rubbing up against the wrinkled, puckered flesh of her ass-hole. Joe moved one finger tentatively around to her shitter, feeling with the callused tip to make sure he was in the right position.
"Nnfnfnnff ... noooo!"
Her voice was hard, cracked, muffled behind those jammed-in pair of Jockey shorts. He was going to fuck her in the ass!
"You got it baby!" Joe said, noticing the stare she was giving him. His thick lips sneered down at her once again. "I'm gonna fill your ass with my prickmeat, man. When I get through with you, you won't be able to walk for a week!"
Again Angie cried through the gag, jerking her arms against the ropes, feeling them cut even deeper. The cramps in her legs and thighs were getting worse as she struggled helplessly against his prickhead. But he was hunching into her, her thighs now resting against the tops of his legs, his prick a straight fleshy beam at a ninety-degree angle to her shitter. The woman could feel the slippery warmth of his cockhead shoving up against her tight, puckered ass-hole. The pressure was getting more and more intense. Joe was only toying with her now. But she knew in a few seconds he would be playing for real. She felt his fingers drawing slowly up the swollen, outer fringes of her cunt lips, teasingly inching toward her clit, only to slip away. She could feel her pussy moving, shuddering with lust and frustration as she thought of the fat prick that would be in her ass-hole instead of her cunt.
"Nnnnfnffffff!"
Angie bit down hard on the shorts, jerking her head from side to side. The pressure had taken on a more painful concentration now as Joe began fucking her. She could feel his double-flanged, meaty cockhead slipping past the grayish pink flesh of her ass-hole, spreading it apart, puckering it in. The pain became awful. Her head throbbed. A pulse leaped at her throat as once again Angie screamed past the spit-soaked gag, pulling her arms so hard the tendons bulged against her flesh. Please stop, she prayed as his fat prickhead popped past the tense ring of muscle guarding her shitter.
"Jesus ... one hell of, uhhhh ... of a tight mother," Joe cried, squeezing her ass-cheeks, slapping them when Angie started tightening up on him.
"Unnfnnfnfffff!" she whined.
Cinching her eyes tight, fighting back the desire to scream, the young woman felt his prickhead tunneling down, down into her gut.
The pain was horrible, Shockwaves of agony racing to her belly. A shudder of lust and pain made her belly muscles tighten as Joe gave another hunch, his fingernails scratching her smooth ass flesh.
"Gotta ... get ... it ... in ... uhhhh, yeah, baby, get it in," Joe muttered, drawing back a little, then hunching forward.
Angie's face drained, blanching as Joe's prick slipped two more inches into her shitter. He was spreading her bound thighs even farther apart with his knees, the resulting tension knotting her hamstrings into painful cramps.
"Fuckin' bitch ... you dig this, dig havin' a strange dude fuck you up the ass. Yeah, Goddamn it, the more I give you, the more you want," Joe growled.
As he spoke, one of his hands reached forward. Angie felt the backs of his fingers brushing over her cunt hairs, then felt his hand turning around. He grabbed her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began twisting it. She thought the ceiling would come crashing down on her. Lights popped in front of her eyes as the pain in her cunt matched that in her ass, the two colliding and sending waves of agony into her overloaded brain.
"Yaggfhfhhfhfffff!"
Angie screamed loudly into the gag, her throat growing tight and raw from the wild attempts of shrieking for help. Couldn't anyone hear her? Joe waited for her puffing cries to soften, then twisted her clit harder. Her forehead wrinkled, the air going out of her lungs in a loud sigh while her knees shuddered with the resulting agony.
"Love it, baby, love feelin' me in you, dig feelin' me mess up your pussy," Joe muttered, pinching her tiny clit again, listening to Angie's cries of horror and pain.
"Uhhh..."
The clit-pinching stopped. Joe was smoothing his fingers over her tugged fuck-nub, then sliding two fingers in and out, in and out, fucking her with those digits, making Angie hot all over again. She was torn completely in her mind now, her pussy going into itchy tremors of lustful need. When Joe slipped a third finger in, twisting them around and around, keeping her clit in constant contact with his knuckles, the blonde let out a squeak of delight, tensing her ass muscles around his pistoning prick. The sensitive nerves of her stuffed, overloaded ass began perking up to the fucking. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed, tensed and cramped as he slipped yet another inch of his dark-red cockmeat into her.
"Oh, yeahhhh, baby, let this ol' delivery boy fill up your Goddamned butt."
Joe reached around, tightening the silken pantyhose around her ankles, tugging at the bonds, watching Angie's face grow white each time the rope or pantyhose chafed deeper into her flesh. She thought of restraints, thought of the way they held her prisoner to this bed, then thought of his fat prick splitting her ass wide open. All the images jumbled together in her mind, making her gasp and pant harder.
The sliding of his prick as it chugged deeper into her ass sent shivery hot thrills through her shitter. Angie felt her bowels filling, stretching with the big man's prick. It was like a steady, growing load of iron-hard heat in her ass. She thought he would surely have to stop. Any more and he would tear her in two.
But it kept coming, sliding more easily now. She felt him moving his knees forward an inch or two, readjusting his position, then driving in a little more of his prick. The steady pressure increased more until finally she felt his wiry cockhairs scratching the stretched lips of her shitter. He was all the way in her! Yes, all those nine inches of cockmeat were stuffed up her shitter, his balls pillowing out against her ass-cheeks. Angie jerked her head from side to side, tears oozing from under her shut eyelids once again. Never would she have thought herself capable of doing something this obscene, this daringly erotic before. Joe squatted there for a moment, catching his breath, shaking his head rapidly from side to side to knock off the perspiration. Opening her eyes, Angie looked up pleadingly at him. There was a strange glitter in his eyes, the glitter that had caught her attention nearly a week ago when he had begun delivering groceries. Yes, she had wanted something like this to happen! And that strange fullness inside her bowels had excited her the way she wanted to be excited. It wasn't like the heat in her pussy when she was being fucked by a prick. But it was connected some way, some marvelous way that drove her up the wall.
"Oh, yeah, baby, gonna blow my wad up your ass, and gonna bring you off at the same time," he muttered, fingering her pussy, then fucking her faster and faster with his cock.
"Mmfmfmmfffff!"
Angie arched her spine as much as she could, pushing her head into the pillow as she started to cum. Yes, she could feel her cunt muscles tensing, the tingly itch becoming a more concentrated feeling that took her breath away. She was making loud wheezing sounds through her nostrils, while her chest tightened and mouth grew dry. She felt his fingernails jabbing the slick sides of her pussy, felt the knuckles rubbing and bumping over her clit like some weird tickler. Fucking. Fucking in the ass, in the cunt. The incredible stuffing distension in her ass-hole made her belly seem full, made her feel pregnant with lust.
"Fuck it out, baby ... uhhhh ... oh, yeah, fuck it out."
Joe's voice was tight, strained, revealing the excitement about to peak in his cock. The tempo of his ass-ripping cock grew more frantic, more jerky as his balls rose up hard against the base of his prick and threatened to explode.
"Mmmmm ... mmfmfmfeeahaghhgh!"
The gag had grown smaller because of the saliva soaking through the cotton. Angie was better able to scream out her fear, her delight at what was happening. She squeezed her tiny ass muscles around his prick, trying to drag more sensuous tingles from his hard fuckrod. She didn't care how much it hurt her now. She only felt the rising hot chills of orgasm dragging across her cunt, bouncing off her violated ass-hole, then shooting into her brain. That hard, hot spinning ball of sexual excitement was about to blow up, shatter into a million brightly colored pieces and take her and Joe with it.
"Uhhhh ... gonna make it ... oh, yeahhh," Joe cried , snapping his head back. At the same time he shoved a fourth finger into her pussy, strumming her clit with his thumb, scouring her fluttering cunt walls with his fingernails. It was all she needed to pop off. Angie could feel those jets of cum firehosing into her ass. It was like having a warm enema! Her eyes widened as she felt more and more of the stud's lava-like jism shoot into her shitter. Then a crashing sensation devastated the young woman, the sensation of her pussy walls slapping together, milking against nothing, rubbing against themselves. The lightning-like jolts of heat in her cunt amplified the sensations in her ass. Angie felt her shitter and pussy convulsing in the same mind-bending rhythm. For a few wild moments Angie felt herself becoming all cunt, hot, clenching, milking while Joe dumped the rest of his load down her ass, filling her up with his cum.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh..."
He left his jerking prick in her shitter for several minutes as the spasms of climax faded from both of them. In a moment he began sliding his softening prick out. He paused for a second, then slipped out farther. Angie wept, shaking her head from side to side. She loved having his cock in her shitter. As horrible as it was, she wished he could have left it inside her a bit longer. How good it felt having a cock inside her, anywhere! She hungered for that feeling all the time. When Joe slipped his prick out an inch more, she fought to keep it in her ass-hole.
"Like gettin' it up there, huh? Too bad I don't have more time, baby. I could fuck someone like you all Goddamned night and still take care of shovin' my cock down your throat in the morning. But Mr. Goldberg's gonna be wonderin' where the fuck I am."
Angie wanted Joe with her all the time, wanted him fucking her again! But the young stud was insistent, pulling back with a shiver. Angie felt his prickhead pause again, tugging at her assmouth before finally slipping out with a slurping sound.
Joe stood up, wiping his prickheaad with one edge of the coverlet before rounding the bed and starting to untie the bindings. The ropes came first, loosening around her wrists, then finally sliding off. A tingling sensation itching through her palms and fingers made the woman realize just how tightly Joe had bound her wrists to the headboard. Drawing her arms forward, Angie curled her fingers, scratching the tips against her cum-smeared thighs. The knotty aching sensation in her upper arms was fading quickly as the young man half-turned her on one side and untied the knot in the pantyhose, unbinding her ankles. Again, the woman moaned, rubbing her legs against one another and pulling them out in front of her. How good it was to straighten out.
"Gonna come back, though, Mrs. Barrington," Joe said, quickly stepping into his Levi's, then sliding them up above his crotch. "Yeah, you got one hell of a hot pussy, and I ain't gonna let somethin' like that slip away from me. Not ol' Joe." He pushed his flaccid prick into his jeans, then zipped up.
Angie thought about what she had been through, what she enjoyed about it all-the ropes, the feeling of being helpless, of feeling that man over her, of having him do things to her which she couldn't stop even if she wanted. Did she want to endure something like that again? Watching him slip his flannel shirt over his hairy chest, she knew she did! God help her, she knew she did!
"Oh, yeah," Joe said, pausing at the door and leaning against the molding. "Don't forget, the groceries are on the table. Think you got some frozen shit in there or something. Probably all melted by now!" He laughed lightly and shook his head. He turned and sauntered down the hall, his muscled ass perfectly molded against the tight-fitting faded Levi's.
Angie didn't say another word as she lay there and listened to his fading footsteps, followed by the opening and closing sound of the back kitchen door. Slowly she rose, rubbing one hand across her forehead, turning and staring at herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Her hair was knotted in tangles that fell around her narrow shoulders. Her lips were pouting, a little swollen, giving her face that certain depraved look, she thought. Depraved! That was a good word for it, considering all she had done in the past hour or so. Sliding her legs slowly over the edge of the bed, Angie paused again, running her fingers through her hair. The ropes had chafed her wrists badly. She would have to wear full-length blouses or something to hide the marks from her daughter. Cindy would certainly comment on those, as she had commented wryly on many things of her mother's life lately.
. Angie brushed aside those disturbing thoughts for the moment, standing up and feeling a little shaky. Well, that could be understood. She had been through a great deal lately. Again, the woman looked at herself in the mirror, stared at her full hips, her markless legs, her flat belly, those rounded firm tits that hung pendulously on her chest. Yes, she was an attractive woman, more attractive than many young girls half her age. A wry smile crept across her full, red lips. That was why Joe had fallen for her, had followed her into the bedroom, had roped her to the headboard and fucked and fucked and fucked her.
Even now she could feel the juices in her pussy, could feel the cum oozing in her shitter. How wonderful it had felt as that firestorm of lust had encased her body twice in one day! Now she had someone who would satisfy her regularly, someone who would explore this new world of bondage and pain.
At that point Angie glanced at the small clock on her bed stand and saw it was time to start dinner. Cindy would be home from school soon. Sighing, Angie walked listlessly to the doorway, unhooking her blue silken bathrobe from behind the door and strolling to the bathroom. There was no pain, shame or confusion about what she had just done. There wasn't the feeling of being too old for this sort of thing. No. Angie knew she needed someone like Joe, and she had been lucky enough to find him.
"Joe..." she whispered.
Even pronouncing his name sent shivers of lust racing through her body, making her cunt tremble all over again. Closing the bathroom door behind her, Angie bent down and turned on the warm spray of the shower. How the droplets massaged her aching shoulders, her tense muscles. How good it felt pelting her cunt! She turned and let the steady stream flow over her back, trickle down her spine, ooze past her ass-hole and wash out the tiny opening.
Angie took the soap and worked up a good lather where Joe had fucked her. Her fingers slipped along her cunt lips, then back to her ass-hole. She surprised herself when she moaned at that light, rubbing touch. Angie realized she was still hot, still ready for more action from the young stud. He had touched something deep inside her, had unleashed some terrible force that was guiding her life now. She would flow with it, see Joe again, have him fuck her and torment her with whatever he had in mind.
When she had dried and come out with a towel wrapped around her body, the robe in one hand, Angie ducked into her bedroom and quickly rearranged the coverlet. In spite of her newly found sexual joy, she didn't want her daughter, Cindy, to know. How would the girl react? The thought made her a little nervous, perhaps in years to come she could confess to her daughter what went on. But not now. Cindy was just too young.