Chapter 8
"Animal ... oh no, no, noooo!"
"Yeah, and you dig every fuckin' second of it, don'tcha bitch? Man, you love gettin' pulled down from that high 'n' mighty pedestal all the time."
"No, you're wrong . . . you're . . . ughhhh ..."
Betty felt Brad hunkering down behind her, felt his hands roam over her ass. Then there was the sound of a zipper going down, the sound of material rushing over flesh. In a moment she felt his cock brushing up against the backs of her legs. Dear God, he was going to fuck her in the ass, and there was nothing she could do to stop him!
"Oh yeah, baby, ain't fucked ass for a long time, but yours is worth waitin' for," Brad sighed, his calloused fingers running up and down her asscheeks.
Betty closed her eyes and shuddered. There seemed no end to her degradation. She had started the ball rolling with that fateful call, that awful phone call to Brad nearly begging him to come over and excite her. Oh, she knew she'd done wrong even then. But forces too dark for her to understand were at work. And now there was little she could do to reason with the stud who was jabbing his fat cock-head against her cuntlips.
"No, oh God, I've . . . I've never done anything like this," she panted, twisting her head around and peering over her shoulders.
"Good. You'll be nice 'n' tight," Brad countered, spitting on his palms, then rubbing the saliva as lube over his cockhead.
Brad puffed behind Betty. The woman waited, holding her breath at times, then letting it out with a low, shivery groan. His fingers were still caressing the sensitive band of flesh between her cuntal mound and asshole. Oh God, God, she was even higher than before! Betty wagged her ass from side to side, feeling her buttery cuntlips rub against one another, her pussy juice frothing out from her cuntslit and oozing down her thighs. Even the fear of pain from that threatened asshole fuck couldn't quench the fire raging between the woman's thighs.
"Ooooohhhh don't . . . don't touch me there, please Brad," Betty begged once more.
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he approached her. "Don't . . . don't fuck me there!"
She pleaded, curling her fingers and digging the tips in the sofa cushions. Her long blonde hair washed over her knuckles while her head sagged between her jutting shoulder blades. Betty felt a flutter in her cunt. Was she that hot really? Could she actually be wanting something like this to happen, be waiting for the stretching pain she was sure would rack her body?
Was she one of those women who enjoyed pain, somehow mixed pleasure and agony up until they became one? These were questions she'd have to face another day. At this point the woman was kneeling down on her own couch, her legs slightly tucked under her belly, her thunderous tits nearly touching the couch cushions while Brad was positioning his cockhead against her tight little asshole..
He was holding tightly onto her hips now. Sliding up, Brad pushed his prickhead hard against her asshole. Betty groaned, hunching forward. But the big stud held her more tightly, pushing her back against his prick.
"No!"
Betty's voice was harsh, gravelly as the cockhead began puckering her asshole inward. "No, stop it! God, stop it!"
Betty snapped her head from side to side, her mouth a twisted scar, her eyes bugged out while sweat beaded on her forehead. This wasn't funny! This wasn't playing! There was really pain there, real ass-splitting pain!
"Come on, baby, relax, relax or it's gonna kill you."
For a moment the pressure against her asshole eased. Betty relaxed, feeling the small muscles around her ass going loose. She pushed outward, just as if she were taking a shit.
"Ohhhhh ..."
A ripple of relief washed over her body. Betty felt one Of his hands leaving her hip. Brad was curling his fingers around his prick, using them as a kind of brace. In a moment the woman felt his cockhead back against the rubbery rim of her ass. Closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip, Betty tried to prepare herself for the ultimate savaging, the ultimate degradation.
"That's it, baby, that's it," Brad cooed, stroking his fingers along her spine, then bringing them back down to her asshole.
Then it started all over again. Her eyes widened and her chest tightened while his prick jammed against her relaxed asshole like a hard rock. Once more she tried jerking forward to get away from the prying cock. But the one hand still held her captive.
"Aiyeeeeee!" she shrieked, the room darkening in front of her.
It was happening! It was actually happening! Cramps tightened her big ass and thigh muscles as half of Brad's prickhead slipped into her shitter. The muscles all around the hole felt as if they were ripping in two.
"Dig it, baby? Like havin' something like that in your ass?" Brad hissed.
Oh, no, no! She would have preferred having his cock in her cunt. If he had to fuck her, if he had to rape her in her own living room a second time, the least he could have done was fuck her in the pussy! But this? This was something monstrous, something she had never in her life tried before. Of course Betty knew some people enjoyed doing this kind of thing. Fags did it, and some women did it. But she had never thought of taking a man's cock up her ass-that is, until now.
Brad let go of her hip. She felt one hand slide down, down past her belly, over to her tits. She squirmed, moving her ass back toward the heavy-haired belly rubbing against her asscheeks. Brad was making soft hunching movements, using his cockhead as a kind of reamer, massaging the tense muscles, gradually easing them to relax.
"Unnnnnhhh ..."
It was working! It was really working! The pain had begun to go away, replaced by a strange, warm, full feeling that warmed all parts of her body. Betty screwed up her eyes, not realizing what was happening to her. But now, but now it was so good, so very good. She was starting to feel that heat again in her cunt. The woman sighed, moving her ass from side to side more and more sensually. Was she doing this? Could it be possible that she was becoming a willing participant in this horror?
"Ohhhhh, Brad ..."
Her cries were more of joy than of pain. Of course she felt as if he were splitting her wide open. She could still feel some pain of his gradual insertion. It was spreading to all parts of her body, making her belly tighten, making her breathing very difficult. But in spite of all that there was the sexual heat warming up her cunt, making her pussy dribble with juice.
"Yeah, baby, yeahhh? You callin' my name? You dig it that much?"
"No, no," she lied.
But Betty kept wagging her ass like the tail of a bitch-dog, feeling the widening head of his cock going in and in. She felt his hands sliding all the way forward now, both of them covering her nipples. He began twisting them, pinching the rubbery tips while working his cockhead from side to side against the wrinkled asshole flesh.
Betty gasped and sobbed, confused by the double feeling of pain and pleasure. Once again, suddenly, the woman felt an easing of the cock pressure against her asshole. What on earth was Brad doing? Then she heard him suck in a deep breath, felt those big leg muscles tensing against her body. She knew what was going to happen and sucked in a deep breath herself. Betty tried to prepare herself as Brad's body slammed against hers, nearly knocking the hysterical woman to the couch again.
"Aghhhh!"
Lights popped in front of her as he applied all the pressure he could to her asshole. At first nothing happened. The muscles tensed again, making Brad's cock bend at the center. Then suddenly they gave way. For a second the woman thought something had torn in her body. Then she realized her muscles had only relaxed and now Brad's prick was chugging up her ass, screwing into her body!
It was so strange, so weird! Her legs and arms spasmed. Brad groaned, draping himself over her body while sliding his fat cock down, down, all the way. Betty felt full, felt as if her stomach were being stretched all out of shape by that horrible thing. Finally she could feel his wiry cockhairs tickling the sensitive, stretched skin of her asshole. His balls were hanging there between her legs!
All the way in! Oh God, he was all the way in her ass! She could feel his cock jerking around inside her bowels, the head buried somewhere deep inside. He was licking her neck, hugging her tightly, still playing with her nipples. And all the while Brad was hunching into her, moving his hairy ass back and forth, making sure Betty could feel his cock rotating around inside her body.
And then he started pulling out. Oh yes, yes, he was pulling out, the reversed tugging feeling as if he had attached a vacuum that sucked at her guts. The vulgar outward stretching of her asshole shot wild flashes of delight into her cunt.
"Oh no, no, no!"
It was making Betty hotter than before, if that were possible. She forgot totally about her daughter for the moment. Jacki was far from her thoughts as she crouched there in the living room, feeling hot, chilly flashes of delight racing in and out of her cunt.
Brad paused, his cockhead just barely inside her asshole. She heard him panting, saying something about her having a nice ass. And then he was sliding his cock back in again, the force of his forward fucking nearly raising her knees off the couch.
"God!"
Brad paused for a minute, then shoved further in. Betty screamed, her cunt spasming, the walls buckling in from the incredible heat. In and out. In and out. He was fucking her faster and faster, his balls starting to swing violently. She was torn, completely shredded both in her body and her mind. She felt him tearing at her nipples, the fingers pinching her harder and harder. And all the while there was that prick sliding in and out, in and out. Her full, firm asscheeks flexed against his belly.
"Oh, fuck, fuck it out, baby. Man, that's the way, that's the way," he groaned, moving one hand back and slapping down against Betty's ass.
The woman groaned, feeling once more the slapping fingers against her flesh. It added to the shivery thrills that sliding cock made as it chugged deeper in her guts. Oh, she was filled with his cock, stuffed to the hilt with Brad's prickmeat. Surely he'd have to stop soon. From the gasping sounds he was making behind her the woman thought he was close to cumming.
But the big stud had stamina. He kept on fucking her, at times giving her a series of short, sharp strokes, at other times making them long, sexy ones. And how that strange fullness inside her bowels was starting to excite her! It wasn't like the heat in her cunt, oh no not like that at all. It had a marvelous feeling all its own.
She wagged her ass again, feeling the juice dribbling like mad out of her cunthole. It was like eating a banquet, Betty thought as her belly swelled to bursting. The heat from her asshole radiated off the nauseating filled feeling and doubled back, shooting streamers of incredible lust into her brain. And in spite of the massive amounts of pain the woman felt she still wanted more cock up her ass. She wished that his prick were a baseball bat, something long and hard and smooth, something that would drive her over the wall into some kind of sexual insanity!
"Yaggghhhhhh ..."
He was shoving harder and harder now. Betty thought the wild suction in her asshole would drive her out of her mind! His tempo of ass-fucking increased and Betty squeezed her asshole tight around him, trying to drag out more sensuous tingles across her nerves. She just wanted that prick to drive into her until the spinning ball of heat in her assguts blew to pieces!
"Oh baby, baby, you really want it bad," Brad said, clawing her back with his nails.
Betty shrieked at that touch, arching her back like a cat, then swinging her ass around for more. "No!"
"Sure you do, man, sure you do. The way you keep movin' that ass . . . fuck, man, fuck! You can't get enough of my cock!"
Why deny it? He knew her well, well enough after these fucking sessions. She felt him shoving back and forth, speeding up his fuck-strokes until the woman thought her ass would catch on fire. As the ramming length and speed of his strokes increased, she felt heat slicing up the sides of her fluttering clit.
"Ugh! Ughhhh! Ughhhh!"
Betty grunted, sweat coating her body, dripping down off her forehead and out from under her arms. All the tension in her body focused in her asshole. The stretched ring was vibrating almost as her cuntlips did when Brad had fucked her earlier.
Betty felt her mind going blank. She knew she was being fucked, fucked hard and fast, but the way her cunt reacted the woman didn't care what was happening in her ass. All she could think of was the wild feeling, that wonderful, hot, tight feeling gripping her ass and her pussy. Soon, soon she was going to have another of her mindless climaxes. But this time there was no cock up her cunt. This time her pussy was completely empty! She was going to come because some man was fucking her ass. Ass-fucking her! Just thinking about it made the woman whimper with something like shame and excitement.
"Oh yeah, baby, gonna fill you up real soon, fill ya up with my cum."
The hard bar of cock in her ass seemed to slow down for a second. Then with a sweaty slap of his belly against her ass he started fucking her more and more. He was going to rip her apart with that thing! And yet, in spite of any threatened bodily damage, the woman wanted it all, wanted to feel it all up her asshole. She heard Brad grunting again behind her, holding her more tightly, jamming his cockmeat into her like a spear. She responded by hunching back and forth in fast, humping strokes. Yes, yes, she wanted it all, wanted to have her mind blown to pieces by a cum with a cock in her asshole!
"Fuck it out, bitch!" Brad cried.
He rammed his cock deep into her ass once more. Betty thought she could feel the bowel lining tearing while his prick hit her like a runaway car. She screamed, feeling a firestorm erupt in her. He was cumming! Oh God, he was shooting his jizz now, his fingers scratching and tearing at her tits, at her belly.
"No, no, no!" she wailed.
Betty felt the thick, spurting gouts of his cum burning her asshole like pints of jellied gasoline. Her cunt snapped shut on thin air. She could almost hear the walls slapping wetly together as more and more jizz shot into her asshole.
"God!" the woman screamed, her ass milking at that firing cock.
At the same time Betty felt his fingers twisting her nipples, squeezing them as if he wanted to rip them from her tits. She squealed, backing up into him harder, feeling his balls rubbing up and down against her ass. Oh, oh, he was filling up her bowels, packing them down with his cum!
"Cummmm!" she cried.
One hand slipped over to her pussy, rubbing up against her cuntlips. It was all Betty needed. She cried out, throwing her head from side to side. She was grunting like a pig in heat, wallowing in her own vile sexuality. His fingers probed the slick folds of her cunt. The woman cried out again, feeling her cuntlips clamping down on the invading forefinger and milking it as if it were a prick, that nice, hard, hot cock she needed so desperately.
"Fuck, fuck," she moaned.
The lightning-like jolts of heat in her pussy increased the spasms of heat in her ass. She thought of Brad's prick still up her ass, gouts of cum still spurting out and spattering against her bowel lining.
"No!" she cried.
He started to slide his cock out, then shoved it back in, moving his fingers around to her clit. He was touching it, pushing it down into the swarmy flesh surrounding that sex spindle, then letting it pop up once more. It was all too much for the overheated woman. With a sharp cry of pain/pleasure Betty let go, feeling herself topple into a black hole of orgasm. "Yaaaghghhhhhhh!"
Nothing existed for her for the next few moments except her convulsing cunt and that hard cock still stuffed up her ass. She yelped and thrashed under Brad, banging her forehead again and again against the armrest while her legs nearly slipped off the couch. Grinding her teeth, letting out a torrent of vile curses that surprised her, she felt her overloaded brain shatter with a fury of her climax. Cum! Cum! Oh yes, yes, there could be no better feeling in the whole world than cumming, especially with a stud like Brad!
Slowly she felt the spasms die away. Oh, how she wanted to call them back, to wallow in them once more. But that was impossible. Sobbing, dropping her head to the armrest and resting her forehead against the cushions, Betty felt herself come apart completely. Fucked, really fucked. And now . . . now what would he do to her? And what about Jacki? Betty let her eyes close in defeat, praying to God that he would go soon.