“Oh no… no… stop…” Joan groaned as he lifted his head to grin in lewd triumph down at her.
“Getting to you now, huh, bitch?” he hissed, his hands exploring her trembling flesh. “I bet your hot little cunt is burning up… for good old Stan’s long hard cock, eh?”
He moved his fingers downward to the satiny flesh of her upper thigh, then tantalizingly worked his way up again closer… ever closer to her wetly throbbing cuntal passage.
“Baby… oh, you luscious bitch,” Stan babbled devouring her sensual body as she lay stretched out helplessly beneath him. His hands caressed her sleek inner thighs, moving higher with each stroke, until he let his fingers brush the very peak of her cringing little cunt. Groaning in a torment of lust, he pressed his fingers in against the golden, fleece-covered lips of her hotly pulsating pussy.
Joan groaned and jerked at the slight brushing touch against her sensitive vaginal flesh, her brain desperately fighting to seize control from her traitorously aroused body. Through all of her struggle, though she realized with a real sense of despair that she actually wanted this brute of a man to fuck her… to stick his hard virile cock up into her defenseless belly and ease the tortured need between her legs.
“Ooohhh,” she moaned in undisguised pleasure as she felt Stan’s outstretched middle finger finally inserting its way between her hotly trembling cuntal lips.
“Goddamnit, Stan,” their wild looking host expostulated, “get on with it… fuck her now, or I’m gonna knock the shit out of you. I’m dying.”
Stan and Joan both turned to stare at the now naked older man whose hand was stroking obscenely up and down on his huge pulsating cock.
“Okay.. okay… “ Stan said, impatiently. “You never did like to prepare a cunt, did you? You just like to ram it to her.”
Joan shuddered in fear and repulsion as she watched Stan undress, tearing the clothes from his burly body, and then she gasped, as she saw his long hard penis jerking like a second heart. Oh God, she thought, he’ll kill me. But, I bet it’ll feel good… sooo biggg… so long and hard, She didn’t want to respond, but her errant mind had been overruled by her body and she was completely helpless against her own hungering need.
Stan lay nakedly down beside her and quickly embedded his thick middle finger again in her wetly throbbing cunt. Suddenly, she felt her vaginal muscles spasming in traitorous eagerness, and almost frantically she pressed her thighs tightly together to try and ease the maddening sensations which were rippling outward from her sensually awakened pussy and threatening to engulf her entire body.
She moaned in an agony of emotional conflict and rapidly growing sensual desire, her nerve endings alive with the shimmering electric shock of it along the flesh of her thighs, her loins trembling with lust as they jerked up and against his lewdly probing finger.
Slowly, relishing every second, Stan climbed further up on the bed and knelt over her wantonly writhing figure. Joan felt the warm moisture of desire seeping from the throbbing center of her vagina, welling up from the unwanted arousal that now filled her whole consciousness. She clenched her teeth to hold back another groan of pleasure as she felt the burly man guide his warmly pulsing penis to her wide-split vaginal opening.
Stan’s voice hit her ears with a jolt as he fell on top of her, blowing his hot breath against the tender flesh of her breasts. “You’re going to love this fucking, baby.”
Nudging her legs still farther apart with his knees, Wilson flicked his hips forcefully and thrust his long thick cock into her wide-stretched cuntal opening, slamming through the tender pink flesh like an axe handle being driven up into her belly.
“Aaaaggghhh… oh no, you’re too big,” Joan gasped in pain as she felt him stab into her all the way inside to the tip of her cervix, brutally lunging forward until his thickly pulsating hardness was buried to the hilt and his sperm-swollen balls swinging against her quivering anal crevice.
“Oh shit… it’s so tight…” he muttered, feeling her tightly clasping vaginal walls closing in around his sensitive cock-head.
“Oh no… you’re hurting me… take it easy…” Joan moaned.
“All you need is a little stretching, baby,” Stan told her heartlessly, lying above her and looking down with sadistic pleasure into her pained young face. “Bet you never had one this big stuffed up inside that tight little cunt of yours before,” he bragged.
Joan lay unmoving beneath him, preparing herself for the onslaught of cruelty that she was sure would come soon, for there was no gentility in this brute of a man as he rammed violently in and out of her painfully stretched vagina, burying his lust-thickened penis far up into her belly, again and again.
With a sigh of relief, Joan felt her natural lubrication taking over, and the elastic flesh of her vagina began to adjust to the awesome size of the older man as he mercilessly fucked his long hard cock into her with a vengeance.
When Stan felt her nakedly abused body beginning to relax beneath him, he knew immediately that this hot little bitch whom he had been lusting after for months was starting to respond to his experienced rod of flesh.
And “respond” she was, for the very idea of being raped so brutally and unfeelingly by a virtual stranger was suddenly very sexually exciting in itself, and Joan found that her emotion-wracked mind was filled now with erotically stimulating images and thoughts which she could not drive away, no matter how hard she tried.
Her naked young body completely enveloped in the pleasurable sensations building up in her passion crazed body Joan was unaware of Mack Enright’s movements. Now, she was undulating her hips up to meet every thrust of Stan’s long throbbing cock, meeting his violence with her own.
“Turn her over,” Mack groaned, his hands pulling at the nakedly writhing blonde’s ankles. “Hurry, goddamnit, while her motor’s still running.”
Joan heard the words but they didn’t penetrate her lust-filled mind until Stan clamped his arms around her shoulders and rolled over on his back, bringing her face-down in an obscene kneeling position on top of him.
“What are you doing,” she gasped uncertainly, turning to stare in puzzlement at the desire-twisted face of Mack Enright.
Mack’s warm perspiring hands grabbed her nakedly rounded ass-cheeks and pulled them apart – as if he were splitting a bun – and a flash of sadistic lust filled his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you in your sweet little asshole, baby,” he growled his eyes glued to the tightly puckering ring of her anus. “You’ll love it.”
“Oh God, no,” Joan wailed in new despair, struggling against the imprisoning hold of Stan Wilson’s arms locked around her waist and his huge cock that was driven like a railway spike up between her widespread white thighs.
“No! No!” she screamed. “No one has ever done that… “ she began fighting with all her strength and the uneven struggle lasted for almost a minute until Stan merely tightened his arms in a bear-hug that drove all the breath out of her futilely resisting body.
“That’s enough of that shit,” he said. “Now be a good girl or else…” He squeezed so hard that Joan thought she would faint.
Gradually, the realization came to the young blonde wife that she had nothing to say about what the two brutal men would do to her, and she collapsed sobbing against Stan’s chest, her naked young buttocks quivering up in the air behind her in shame and humiliation. She made one last plea, “Please… no one has ever…”
“Good! That’s even better than I expected. Very few virgins left… and I especially enjoy asshole virgins when they’re snotty little bitches like you,” the host of the party chortled unfeelingly. He slowly took his right hand away from her fearfully quivering buttocks, and extended his thick middle finger using his thumb to hold the other fingers in a tight fist. Leering down at the tearfully cowering woman, he slowly ran his finger through the slick cuntal moisture that had flowed down the blonde’s wetly smeared thighs. Joan cringed downward against Stan’s chest causing his hotly throbbing cock to dig deeper up into her cunt – as she clenched
her buttocks together in a futile effort to escape the unnatural ravishment.
“Goddamn, Mack,” Wilson roared from below, “Hurry up. It feels like her cunt’s trying to bite the head off my prick.”
Joan tensed as Enright’s searching fingertip found her defensively puckering anus. Probing experimentally he pushed, feeling the tight elastic ring of her sphincter muscle give way, and his finger slide, up to the first knuckle, into her hot anal passage. The naked young blonde jumped in pain, causing her loins to jerk forward and down, screwing into the long impaling hardness of the other man’s penis lodged in her cunt.
“Aaaaggghhh! Oh God, it hurts… oh don’t… please don’t!” she screamed.
Grinning determinedly, Mack shoved again and his outstretched middle finger wormed into the tightly
