“Shut up! Shut up! Dammit!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Dorothy swallowed her laughter. The pain was excruciating and she now wanted him to stop. The taunting had gone far enough, he was receiving absolutely no pleasure from her now. She could feel it inside her, his cock head had lost the wide, excited flare, it felt smaller, less aroused. She prayed her plan would work. It was something she had thought of on the spur of the moment, something very daring and possibly dangerous. She intended to not let Vic enjoy her, to do anything and everything which might ruin the pleasant atmosphere he seemed to need so much when with her. She really had no idea what her actions might make him do… but it was at least a plan. On the other hand she would let Len have his way, there was very little choice there anyway. He wanted her humiliated, begging, tortured and was quite successful at getting what he wanted. She hoped to increase the rivalry between the two by denying Vic and satisfying Len. The only problem was she had no idea what would result. Vic felt his cock shrinking inside her and with a foul curse pulled away. His cock slid from her hole and he left the bed in silence. While he dressed she watched him work his lips together with angry thought, he was unhappy, furious. Dorothy was dying to know what was going on in his head. He stood up and said, “I'll fix your filthy ass for this, you slut!” “But, Vic,” she melodically said, “I was only trying to make you happy.” “You're a whore! A fucking whore!”
“What's the matter? Aren't whores fun to fuck?” He stormed from the room and Dorothy lay on the bed wondering what would happen.
She didn't have to wait long. The door opened again and Len stepped inside. “What the shit did you do to loverboy?” he asked. “He's stomping around the house like you bit his cock off!” “I don't know what's wrong,” she innocently said. Len's eyes were all over her nudeness and she suddenly felt embarrassed again. Dorothy grabbed the blankets and covered herself. He smiled and sat next to her on the bed. “Get those covers off your body or I'll make you stuff 'em up your ass…” he hissed. Dorothy slowly pushed the blankets away and Len resumed his hungry staring. His hands brushed across her breasts and squeezed until the nipples stiffened and pointed out sharply. He kept her on her back as the hands roamed everywhere, touching, pinching, feeling the lushness and poking into her openings.
Vic had given her just enough screwing to make her good and wet, his finger slid easily inside her pussy. “You're dripping, baby,” Len whispered. A second finger joined the first and he twisted them back and forth. When the third finger tried to force inside her Dorothy made a painful moan. “Please… that hurts,” she said. He liked that. The third finger jammed in beside the other two and they started gouging at her cunt walls. Then he leaned down and brought his lips to her nipples. After a few hard sucks on each red cap his teeth clamped fiercely down. “Uuuuugh,” she groaned. The fingers crammed painfully deep inside her grinding, juice-flowing cunt. “You like it, don't you?” he asked. “You like it every time I hurt you.”
“No,” she cried. “I can't stand it, you bastard!” Her cursing only pleased him more. Then she felt his fingers sliding from her vagina and moving down to the crease of her ass. He caressed the full meat of her rump with his sticky fingers until coming in contact with her anus. Dorothy shifted her hips and moved herself from his probe. He grinned, a lewd, thrilled grin. “Auuuuuuugh!” she cried as the finger tore inside her anus and started twisting. “Nooooo!
Please… that hurts!” she groaned. He laughed and jammed a second finger brutally inside the stretched ring of muscle. They twisted back and forth to stretch her anus open with pure force. She tried pulling away, tried burying her rump deep in the mattress, but he had too good a hold inside her. Each time she twisted away he bent the fingers and viciously tore until she came back to avoid the pain.
“Like that?” he asked. “Like to feel my fingers up your tight asshole?” “Noooooo!” “That's too bad,” he said as the fingers were jerked from her rump. “Cause I'm gonna stick my cock in there. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, baby.” “Please! Oh, my God, please don't!” His pants and shirt were off in seconds and she saw the extended length of his highly excited cock. She clamped her legs tight together and tried to pull the blankets over herself. Len only looked on with amusement, and she found out why when he started to pull the belt from his discarded pants. “No! Not the belt, please!” she cried with fright. “Get on your hands and knees you bitch!” he ordered. “Or I'll whip the shit out of you!” The thought of his running his thick rod inside her tender asshole made Dorothy shudder violently. But the thought of what he'd do to her with the belt also gave her great fear. She didn't know what to do so she did nothing. Len lifted the belt over his head and waved it like a whip. Then it came crashing down to whack loudly on the mattress just inches from her body. “No!” she shrieked. “Listen stupid!
Even if I have to beat you with this belt I'm gonna fuck your ass!
Make your choice, have me do it after you're beaten or cooperate and avoid the belt!” He meant it. As he lifted his belt into the air Dorothy made a defeated cry and opened her legs. “Get on your hands and knees! I want to see your asshole up in the air and begging for my big cock!” With a sob she rolled over and he watched as she slowly, reluctantly, came up to hands and knees. The tremendous white globes of her ass stretched with perfect roundness above her thighs, the deep crack between invited him inside. As he knelt behind her and put a hand on each side of the soft, curving hips Dorothy had to speak. “In my top drawer there's some petroleum jelly,” she said.
“Please use that, please…” He was amused and surprised.
“Petroleum jelly? You want me to grease your hole first? Is that it?
Huh? Shove some of that goop inside your asshole to make it all nice and slippery and keep my cock from ripping it apart? Huh?”
“Please,” she begged. Len went to the drawer and found the jar of jelly. He went back to the bed and scooped his finger inside.
When he brought it out a large, thick pile of the clear jelly was on it. He moved it down between the cheeks of her ass and shoved. The lubricated finger just plowed inside her with one thrust.
“Uhhhhh!” she cried. As he withdrew the finger the jelly stayed in her. Then he scooped out another fingerload and got back into the position behind her. His cock lodged between the cheeks of her ass and nestled up against her already aching anus. He applied enough pressure to keep her in a state of tension and readiness but didn't push inside, not yet. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.
“Huh?” she asked. Her mouth was open enough, and he shoved the grease-piled finger inside. She tasted the oil and thick jelly as it melted on her tongue and filled her cheeks. With a gag she tried to spit it out but his hand clamped tight across her mouth. “Swallow it, baby. Get that stuff down your throat and hope it melts down to your asshole real fast!” “Mmmmmm,” she groaned. With a laugh Len jammed his hips forward and felt his cock separate the incredibly tight hole of her ass. He gripped tight at the hips and kept shoving as the cock inched deeper and deeper into her rebelling, screaming anus. He didn't give it time to expand or adjust, his hips started to grind and pump immediately, pounding the cock with incessant jabs in and out of the pink little hole of her ass. Dorothy's whole back and neck were reeling with shock and the ripping, cruel pain. It felt like a hot poker was run up her ass, a pillar, a newly cut log with bark and all. She bit her lips to deny him the pleasure of her cries and moans. But it was too much, too painful. “Auuuuuuuugh!” she cried. “That's it, baby,” Len said. “Let it all out, cry and whimper while I stuff your ass the way you like it!” Finally the gob of jelly he shoved into her started to melt and coat his thrusting, punishing cock. It moved with less biting friction, her anus expanded to allow the insistent visitor in and out. Dorothy buried her face on the mattress and spiked her tender ass up good and high to allow him the easiest, least stinging entrance. “Yeah, now you're doing it!” he commented. Len had never felt anything so tight in all his life. Her asshole hugged every bit of his limb, squeezed down on it and seemed to suck without stop. It was incredible, hot, soft, tight and cushioned by the sweetest little ass he had ever looked at. His hands moved down to her chest to squeeze and pinch her nipples as his cock made nonstop plummets into her ass.
After Dorothy adjusted and did her best to ignore the stabbing pain she realized it was beginning to feel good. She had never had it in there before, had always feared such a thing might cause some kind of internal damage. But it was plowing deep, stroking, driving the supersensitive tissues of her rectum into a frenzy of confused contractions. She tightened her asshole around the plunging pecker and felt him stop. As soon as he moved she did it again. He was laughing as she tried to squeeze him out and he forced himself in. She knew it was a pleasing sensation for him but it also caused ripples of delight to plunge down to her dripping box. She threw all plans and hopes for freedom to the wind as the pleasure of the sliding, digging cock started to overwhelm her. He was pinching her nipples hard, real hard. Her breasts felt so big, so wonderfully big and full… so did her ass. The only thing that felt empty was her pussy.
Dorothy moved a hand down to the hanging lips and did what he had done before-inserted three twisting, drawing fingers. He knew he had her now. She was loving it, jamming her ass back at him for more and more of his
