wanted to help her. She was in for some trouble, but, if she didn't mind, no one else minded.
Jimmy crouched behind her. Then he pulled her legs apart slightly. He moved forward, his knees on the ground between her spread legs, his hands around her thighs, pulling her to him.
I knew that he was going to fuck her from behind and I hoped that he planned a rear-entry into her cunt. I was pretty sure, however, that he planned to fuck her up the ass and the thought frightened me. Even my finger had been a tight fit in that small shitter. At the beach, Mike and I had been very reluctant for Mike to try to screw her in the ass. Unfortunately, Jimmy wasn't as cautious. He was going to slam his big black cock into her tiny asshole and I was positive he wouldn't try to do it gradually.
I was right. Jimmy raised his hands up and spread the cheeks of Susan's butt. He looked at the tiny pucker of her asshole and chuckled wickedly. Then he lurched forward and rammed his cock in.
CHAPTER TEN
Susan screamed, an echoing, haunting scream of unspeakable agony. Jimmy's cock had only gone in her bung a few inches, but its knob had stretched her asshole wide. Getting fucked up the ass hurt any woman, at least for the first minute or two, even if the man were gentle and even if he lubricated her asshole with saliva, cunt-juice, or some store-bought lubricant. Nothing could be more painful than to be fucked up the ass the way Susan was getting it, hard cock against raw, virgin flesh.
Susan tried to squirm away, but Jimmy had dropped his hands to her thighs again and he held her in place. Susan continued to scream, but her efforts to get away became less determined.
Jimmy wasn't gentle at all. While Susan tried to resist, he pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it into her asshole again, even harder than before. This time his dong went in her butt a half-inch more than the time before.
Susan screamed even louder. Tears dripped down her face and she bit her lip, as if she wanted to stifle her cries of pain. I could see her muscles tensing occasionally as she tried to get away, but, as she realized the hopelessness of that, she ceased struggling.
Jimmy kept ramming his cock in and out of her asshole until it was almost balls deep inside her guts. Susan's screams got weaker, but she still let out a yelp each time his dick penetrated her raw slitter. The pain must have been excruciating.
Usually, when a woman gets fucked up the ass, pleasure eventually takes over from pain. In Susan's case, however, I thought that would be impossible. Jimmy's prick had to have scraped her small asshole so raw that she could not have felt pleasure at any point.
Either Susan was a girl who enjoyed suffering or she was putting on a good act for Jimmy, but, all of a sudden, she stopped screaming and started to beg for more.
'Jimmy, that feels good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!' she yelled.
Susan didn't seem in pain any more. In fact, she smiled happily, as if this was the most enjoyable fuck she had ever received. I couldn't believe it! From agony to enjoyment in a few minutes – it just didn't make sense.
I think Jimmy was a little surprised, too. He started fucking her ass harder immediately, giving her what she had asked him for. He fucked her asshole as hard as he could and as fast as he could and somehow Susan withstood it and managed to revel in the pain or the pleasure or whatever mixture of those two that she felt.
Jimmy let her have his load of jizz. He pushed his pulsing cock deeply inside her bowels and stayed there. His face lost its hostility for a moment and a tranquil expression gradually spread over it. I could see some of his sperm overflowing, dripping out of Susan's asshole and down her thighs.
I expected Jimmy to pull his cock out, but he didn't. Showing remarkable staying power and probably excessive cruelty, he left his cock inside Susan's ass. The he reached down underneath her and fingered her cunt.
'Ohhhh, Jimmy. That's it. Keep that up and I'll come,' Susan moaned. She showed no desire to eject his cock from her ass.
Jimmy kept it up, but not long enough for Susan to come. He waited until she was at the brink, her muscles starting to tremble, her cunt getting wetter and wetter. Then, in one convulsive movement, he ripped his cock out of her asshole.
Earlier, Susan might have been able to ignore the pain, but she couldn't do that now. She screamed as loudly as she had screamed when Jimmy had first shoved his cock into her virgin asshole.
Jimmy's cock was out of her now and he got to his feet while she lay slumped on the floor. His erect cock bore mute testimony to the torment he had inflicted on her. The globs of sperm on his cock and the shaft itself were both flecked with blood.
I stood motionless and so did everyone else. She had seemed to enjoy that brutal ass-fucking so much that we all felt as if she deserved the final pain she had suffered. I felt an impulse to help her, to comfort her, but I held back. After all, she had involved herself with Jimmy at least partly to torture Mike and me, to teach us a very harsh lesson. We had suffered as she intended. I knew she was right to teach us about jealousy, but I was still glad to see her suffer, too.
Nothing like this had ever happened before at one of our parties. I expected some sense of outrage from most of the guests, but there was none. Susan's seeming enjoyment of her pain and something inexplicable in the white psyche led to passive acceptance of what Jimmy had done.
I could spot only one angry face – Cynthia's. Her eyes flashed with fire and she had balled up her fists as if she were ready to hit someone. She was a frightening and menacing sight. I expected her to go after Susan, but she went after Jimmy instead. Like a black panther, she stalked across the room after him and, like a big cat, she pounced. She grabbed him by the arm, her nails digging into him.
I expected Jimmy to slap Cynthia or to punch her in the jaw. Instead, he leaned forward and whispered something into her ear. She looked at him with a new fear in her eyes, let go of his arm, and strode out of the room.
Jimmy chuckled and sat down in a chair. He noticed that the rest of us were looking at him. 'Hey, let's stop jiving and get this party going,' he said, as if nothing had happened.
We stood still for a moment, then one couple started fucking on the couch, their bodies slamming together with monotonous regularity as they tried to fuck away the tension in the air.
After a few minutes, two other couples had begun to fuck in various parts of the room. Usually by this time, two or three men would have been after me, but I guess everyone knew that I was upset about Susan so they left me alone.
Susan lay on the floor, but she had stopped sobbing. The pain long gone, she seemed to be resting, enjoying the post-coital glow that didn't usually follow such a brutal assault. I wanted to talk to her, to blurt out my anger and resentment at the humiliation we had all shared, but I didn't move.
I was too depressed to cheer myself by indulging in the uninhibited fucking and sucking that was occupying most everyone else at the party. I went into the bathroom to have a good cry. I stayed there for about fifteen minutes, crying my eyes out in bitterness and frustration at Susan, at my own jealousy, at her revenge on me for that jealousy.
When I emerged, no one was busy with sex as they had been when I had gone into the bathroom to cry. Instead, everyone had clustered around Cynthia, who was sobbing shrilly.
'He's gone, he's gone! I have no idea where he went!' she said again and again.
I looked around. Jimmy had indeed vanished. A sick feeling hit me in the pit of the stomach. I looked around again although I already knew what I would see. Or wouldn't see. Susan was gone, too. She and Jimmy must have left together.
I found Mike. He was worried and upset and felt a little guilty, too, when I asked him whether he had seen her leave.
'I was so damn mad at what she was doing to us that I decided to fuck someone else and forget about it,' Mike said. 'I must have been busy screwing when she left with Jimmy. They didn't say a word to anyone – they just vanished.'
