box, all the way out, and I whewed softly, hoping it was over. It wasn't.
I felt the tip of his knob bump my asshole and I thought surely he'd only missed his mark. But when it began to dig at my tight shitter, I knew, sickly, just what he had in mind now.
'No, please,' I begged, 'not there – it's too tight – I've never been screwed in the ass before. You'll hurt me…'
'Good.' The finality of his tone.
I closed my eyes as he began to work earnestly. His dick was dripping-wet, from my sucking, from his first come, from his humping in my cunt, and he rubbed greasily at my tight bung. I couldn't help remembering how once I'd planned to offer him my ass, the only cherry I had left, as a special treat because I loved him so much. Now, now he was about to take it, and I wasn't ready. Where once I'd planned a deliciously erotic experience, I was about to receive something terrible and degrading. It wasn't fair!
'No, no, no,' I muttered again and again, my ass swaying as I tried to evade the probes of his dick. But I couldn't sway much, because he was behind me, his thighs spreading my legs. Roy had a clear shot at my asshole, where it lifted into the air, and he had determination. What else did he need?
For one thing, a big stiff dick. But he had that, too, and I found out unforgettably just how big and how stiff it was in truth as he began to work the knob past my clinging sphincter. The muscles strained in resistance – it was like trying to shit yourself out of a spell of constipation – but his prick was so big, so hard. He pushed more viciously – I fought him with my body. And he broke the ring of my asshole and his knob slid in. My teeth chattered and my entire body seemed to have gone icy. My legs were stretched straight, the toes brittle enough to break off, and I wouldn't want to have seen my face at that moment. It must have been strained and tense and ugly, the way I felt inside.
'There!' he announced. 'Loosen up and take it! My cock's wedged in your asshole – there's no way you can get it out now, Jenni – I'm going to fuck the shit out of you and I hope you like it!'
He pushed me, and I slid forward as far as I could in a vain effort to escape the prodding of his dong, but the edge of the desk prevented me from moving far. So, in the end, there was really no way around it. If I were to be fucked in the ass, then I'd just have to be fucked in the ass.
Christ, it hurt! His cock moved into my butt with infinite slowness, gaining no more than half an inch at a plunge. I heard him groan and curse at my tightness, and he cumed me with vile names and thoughts, as if it were my fault his cock was being squeezed so constrictingly.
But I didn't really listen to the names he called me. I knew that I wasn't a whore or a bitch or a tight-assed slut. It was only Roy's archaic values, the inner quirks that kept him from taking a piece of tail from me and enjoying it for what it was worth.
He was splitting me with his prick, tearing slowly but surely at the snug tightness of my asshole. God almighty, was it really meant for girls to be screwed in the ass? It hurt so much, how could it be right?
My fist clenched and unclenched as I reeled with the pain. Still penetrating, Roy's cock was only about halfway up my butt by then, and I wondered if I could stay conscious long enough for him to get the rest of his tool inside. Wouldn't I pass out first? Big deal! He'd just finish the job on my senseless body.
'No more!' I pleaded. 'I can't take any more!'
'If you want to be a big girl, Jenni, you'll have to take it all,' he sneered back. 'All.' And he pushed harder at my asshole.
Something seemed to snap inside me when I felt that determined shove. My guts turned to jelly and my flesh melted, and Roy suddenly slid home, rapping my ass with his crotch.
'Oh,' I said, knowing that I'd been buggered all the way, and then I screamed. 'AAAHHNNNHHH!'
My fists beat the hardwood desk, bruising me, but the more my hands ached the harder I rapped. Roy was beginning to cornhole me for real now, his cock moving more easily in my asshole as he pulled back for another thrust.
'And when did you shave yourself?' he asked. 'That's a whore's game, Jenni. Hookers shave themselves. It lets them pretend they're innocent little girls again, with no hair on their cunts and no foul thoughts in their minds. Did some hooker teach you to do that? What's wrong, little girl? You're not talking. Say something,' and he italicized the word with a poke of his tool that made my teeth rattle. He drove deep and hard, and I knew the tip of his meat must be plunging around in the vicinity of my lower intestines now. Today's lunch jiggled uncomfortably when he pronged me and I thought I might dump my cookies on the floor.
I couldn't talk, could scarcely move. I could only feel, feel the splitting insertions of his cock. How had I ever thought it beautiful? Maybe it was a lovely tool for sucking and fucking, but it ravaged my ass like a demon from hell and I wished Roy and his big pecker were both in hell now, scorching on the hottest griddle available.
'Just as I thought,' he puffed. The exertion was getting to him, as well it should, driving his big pole into such a tight socket. 'You're still a little girl pretending she's a woman. Well, how do you like grown-up games, Jennifer?'
'Fuck you!' I groaned.
He touched my pussy as he fucked his cock deep once more. His fingers slid across my shaven gash, one of them boldly moving inside. I gulped to feel his knuckles swallowed up by my cunt, and I whined when he began to jab my hole deeply.
'Enough,' I whispered, 'please, it's enough. I've learned my lesson – I swear to God – I'll never bother you again.'
'Not yet,' he said in reply, his voice almost pleasant. 'You haven't had enough till I say you've had enough. And I won't say so until I've had enough. My balls are full of cum and I want you to have a little of it. Aren't you a big enough girl to take some of my sperm?'
'Yes,' I panted, 'yes, I'm a big enough girl for that. Please, come inside me. I want to feel your cock exploding.'
He couldn't guess how much I wanted it, for it would mean that this horrible encounter was finished. And I meant what I said. I'd never bother him again. I'd kill him, but I wouldn't bother him.
'How about if I move faster?' he wondered, doing just that. It was too much to bear. I screamed and wept and endured as best I could. His finger moved more provocatively in my cunt. He'd found my clit now, and he was teasing it brutally, as if he meant – oh, God, as if he meant to give me an orgasm, too! Or would he build me up to the verge of a come and let me drop after he'd blown his own nuts? It would be sadistic and unfair, and I was certain that was his plan.
As much as I could, I squiggled against him, forcing him to finger my clit again and again. I'd not be cheated of my come. He fondled my cunt absentmindedly, most of his attention devoted to buggering me, and in spite of the discomfort I could feel a nice fluttery tingle beginning inside. Just a little longer – give my clit two or three more hard rubs – I'd cream and surprise the shit out of him. It wasn't to be. Not that way at least. Roy suddenly quivered behind me and I felt the gushing spurts as his tool dumped its cum inside my ass. He jerked and shuddered as he came, and his boiling fuck-cream filled my guts with each shot. His finger abandoned clit- twiddling as he concentrated fully upon emptying his balls, and I writhed on the desk, hovering on the brink of an orgasm but just missing it.
'Please,' I whimpered in desperation, 'touch my pussy again! I'm almost there! Roy, make me come!'
Instead he pulled his dick from my asshole, and the absence of his thick tool was nearly as hard for me to bear as its first thrustings had been. He stood behind me, panting, laughing softly, stroking his wet, brown- smeared prick, and I knew he was laughing at me, that he was sure he'd won. Maybe he had.
'So?' he grinned as I looked back at him with imploring eyes. 'How do you like my kind of games?'
I turned around, my back braced against the sharp edge of the desk, and I jabbed fingers into my cunt. I wanted to come. The hunger gnawed me from the inside out and it had to be satisfied. His cum dripped from my asshole, which was sorer now than I could have believed possible, but when I fumbled with my clit, the little nub seemed to have grown as big as one of Roy's balls.
'Ohhhh,' I moaned, fingering my cunt shamelessly before him. I was a slut, just as he'd said, and I used myself like a slut, not caring that he was watching and grinning. My fingers slid in and out of my raw, slick, wet gash, abusing my clitty in their passage, and my tits lifted and fell beneath the T-shirt as I battled toward the release I needed.
'Almost,' I said hoarsely, triumphantly, staring him full in the eyes. The orgasm was there, inside me, waiting. Sweat dripped from my hair, across my forehead, into my eyes, and I blinked as my vision was obscured
