He pulled out of her shit chute, the vacuum so hard inside her body that he felt as if he were pulling his guts out through the end of his cock. When only the thick, purpled crown of his prick remained inside the hangman's noose of her ass, he paused. Gasping for air, he gave his head a jerk to get the hair out of his eyes.
He wanted to see what was happening. Looking down at his groin, he could see his long red cock disappearing into the pale, puckered hole of her ass. The white mounds of assflesh on either side seemed to contrast beautifully.
Never had he seen anything quite so beautiful. Never had he felt any woman's body quite so hot and tight.
He had to have more.
His hips worked forward. He didn't drive himself in the way he had fucked her originally. This entry was slower, more sedate. And he enjoyed it just as much.
The woman was slowly coming to the realization this wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. As he fucked into her a second time, her membrane had a chance to expand. Sure, he still felt as if he were tearing her apart. But it was a good pain now.
The hard length of his cock bucked and jerked erotically inside her tightest passage. The shivering of his cock transmitted itself throughout her gut. Soon, the messages of pleasure – not pain – were zinging up her spine to blast into her brain.
'Go on,' she was begging now, 'fuck my ass good! Don't just sit there, fuck me goooood!'
He smiled. How quickly she'd changed her tune. But he felt his control slipping away. The impassible heat steaming out of her guts was melting his prick. He began fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes. When he had established a smooth rhythm, he knew that he'd come in a few seconds.
His hips took control of his body. The heat had reached his balls and ignited the powder keg lurking there.
He exploded in a wild frenzy of motion. He rammed as hard and deep into the woman's ass as he could. She moaned and sobbed, but she was getting off on it now. Her ass was moving back to accept the full length of his cock. Nothing else mattered to them now but burying his turgid cock as far into her guts as possible.
She came. It wasn't the powerful orgasm she had come to expect, but it still surprised her. She hadn't thought she would get off at all on this butt-fucking.
When he whitewashed her entire rectum with his pearly jism, she felt all weak and watery in the bowels. Never had she gotten such a sexy enema before.
As his prick slipped from her asshole, limp and deflated, she wondered how long it would be before the burning went away. Her entire ass was on fire. And it was a fire that couldn't easily be put out.
Especially now that he'd come and lost his boner.
She wondered what she could find that would be long and stiff and not tear her asshole apart when she fucked herself with it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Diane rocked back in the chair and propped her feet up on a low stool in front of the fireplace.
She was worded about her week-old marriage. She had simply not been getting the kind of sex she needed. There had been ample fucking, so many she'd lost count. But it had taken her a long time to come to grips with the fact that it wasn't the amount of fucking she needed.
It was something else.
And she still didn't know what it was.
She was getting edgy and snapping harshly at Matt as if it were his fault. She was sure it was something wrong inside her, but she wanted to cast off the blame as much as possible. And that hurt her. She simply couldn't figure out what was going wrong.
It wasn't the amount of fucking or sucking, that was for sure. It had to be the type.
But hadn't they tried virtually everything? She'd sucked him off more times than she could remember. And his tongue working all over her pussy was one of the greatest things in the world.
He'd butt-fucked her and she had ended up liking it. Strangely liking it because she hadn't wanted to even get started on something she considered a little bit outrageous. The feelings lingering in her gut after he'd finished had been even nicer than the actual cornholing.
She didn't understand that. And it certainly wasn't any lack with getting all the cock she wanted up her cunt. They weren't locked into a one-position rut. They experimented. Seemingly with every conceivable position, they experimented and loved them all.
If she'd been writing them all down, she would have had an inch-thick sex manual.
Diane was growing more and more listless. She wanted out and there was nowhere she could go. There was no one to whom she could talk about this strange void in life.
The fire grew dimmer and burned down to embers. She watched it glowing a dull red and thought that was exactly the way her life was heading. She was glowing white hot, then the flames died down inside until she burned herself out.
She wasn't any different from the fire.
'Honey, what's for supper? Got anything in mind?' called Matt from the porch outside.
'No. Nothing.'
'Hey, what's with you lately? You've been grouchy and snapping at me like I'd done something wrong. We're, supposed to be on our honeymoon. We're supposed to be enjoying this.'
'I…'
'You are not. You're so damned surly I can't stand it any longer. Either tell me or shape up.'
She felt something perk up inside her. They were arguing, but there was a slightly different tone to it. This wasn't going to be any argument. Not if she could help it. She might even find out what was wrong with her sex.
'It's dead between us, Matt. And I don't know why.'
'Dead? You mean the fucking? You're out of your skull.'
'No. It's dead and we both know it. I guess I want a divorce. Isn't that rich? After all of one Goddamn week, I want a divorce.'
'The hell you say. You're not gonna get one. And my cock is feeling damned neglected right now. You haven't been giving out with the wifely chores lately.'
'You mean I haven't been spreading for you for all of an hour. Fuck you, guy. All you think of me is a convenient receptacle for that cock of yours. I'm not a Goddamn thing more.'
'And I said, I want to fuck. Let's go.'
She leaned back in the chair and ignored him. Maybe he would go away and leave her alone.
But he didn't. Not only didn't he leave her alone, he came over to the chair and grabbed her by the arm hard enough to pull her to the floor. She landed on her knees, the shock taken up by the bearskin rug.
'What the fuck are you doing?' she demanded. But there was a tiny spark glowing inside her. That ember wasn't entirely dead. And why this scene should start fanning it back into life, she didn't know.
'Going to fuck you, that's what the fuck I'm doing.'
'Bugger off!'
He hit her. Not hard, but the flat-handed blow smarted. The fingerprints left on her face gleamed an ugly red in the dim light filtering into the room.
She reached up and gingerly touched the spot where he'd slapped her.
'Apologize,' she said in a flat monotone.
'The hell I will. I ought to tie you up and fuck the shit out of you, that's what I should do.'
The tiny tremor passing through her turned into an earthquake. The man's words were electric. She couldn't believe he'd actually say anything like that. And it excited her more than any of the fucking they'd done in the past week.
'You wouldn't do a thing like that to me. Would you?' The words came out in a curious rush. She didn't want
