John Wilson - The timid bride

Then there came a voice, soft and clear, as if it came from a thousand miles away in the distance but right next to her ear at the same time: "I think she's ready now. I really do think she's more turned on than ever…"

"Well, we'll see about that," said another voice, one that she thought was familiar to her. Then she rose up out of her fog like state of mind that had set in, and she identified the voice as her husband's. It was as if she'd momentarily slipped away from reality, and now she was back again. "Yeah, look at her," said another voice, the one belonging to the man named Ken. "She's so ready she's itching for it!"

With that she sat up slightly and looked down at her body. She didn't even know it, but her legs were squeezing shut and scissoring open and quivering, and as she let her head down she heard someone say again, "Oh, yeah this is gonna be a great fucking turn-on, man… really… Good thinking… We'll fuck her silly like that!"

And suddenly she came back fully into the world of reality, screaming loud and clear and trying to climb out of the hands that held her wrists and her ankles, "Nooo!"

But it was too late. They held her too tightly. And someone said, "Okay, get her over… and we'll both start fucking her!"

"Awww, pleasseeee!"

She wiggled and squirmed, but it was no good. They had her too securely… they were holding her too tightly… Only now she was belly down, her breasts crushed against the carpeting as they pulled her legs open from behind.

"Wh-Wh-What are you doing?" she begged to know as they all three of them seemed to pull her apart and stretch her this way and that. One thing was for sure: she felt so vulnerable… and so unprotected back behind her that she could hardly believe it.

"Don't you worry any more, Cindy," said her husband's voice as she craned her neck in an effort to see behind her. "Your worrying days are over. From now on, Ken and me are gonna do all your thinkin' for you. Ain't that right Ken?"

She realized that her husband was planning something even more humiliating now than everything else. It was as if he was suddenly getting back at her for every refusal she'd ever made to him. It was awful, to think that now, here in the presence of utter strangers when it came to bed and love, he was going to violate her yet another time. She could hardly believe it.

"Please?" she whined submissively. "Please, darling, can't I have another chance? Please? I'll be good… Let's go home right now and I'll show you… I'll do anything… Just no more of this…? Please…?"

"Fuck you," grunted her angry husband, settling down behind her between her forcibly opened thighs with his throbbing cock in hand. He used his other hand to part the narrow hairless cleft of her asscheeks. "I'm gonna get me some of what I been wantin' from you for a long, long time, honey. And then I'll get some more of it… and some more… until you beg!"

She could not understand the hatred in his voice, but one thing was for sure-he had his finger now between the soft crease of her ass, and he was applying the tip of that bony digit to the inside of her tiny rubbery sphincter, slowly but surely inserting into it.

At first she'd been unable to tell for sure what he was doing, but now, as the pressure mounted, and turning around and seeing him actually doing it, she realized how awful it was. "Uuuugggh! Godddd!" she grunted. Her voice was hoarse and pleading as her own husband began to sodomize her asshole with his finger, slowly but surely plunging his digit punishingly into the virginal space of her anus. "Aaaawwww fffaaaawwww-" she cried out hurtfully as the finger drilled remorselessly into the hole between her soft jiggling bottom cheeks.

"She's good and tight," he boasted to Ken. "Just hold her a little more, and she'll be stretched out good enough!"

"No more!" she cried out, looking up in front of her to where Ken Atwell held her arms. His cock was jumping stiffly between his muscled thighs. She said softly,

"I'll do anything… anything at all… just stop this… please stop it… please…?" He looked at her with cold eyes, staring at her upturned begging lips and said, "I think I'm gonna like fucking you even more after hearing you beg this way, lady. You know what I mean? I think I like seeing you beg and squirm enough to take myself some happy-go-lucky seconds! Mmmm? You think?"

She began to sob hysterically as she realized that both men and even her best friend-Angela Heet held Cindy's ankles apart-intended to continue this defilement until she could no longer stand it. Already the cruel sadistic boring into her anus was giving her a dizzying feeling, as if she would pass out from the painful stretching of her sphincter. What more would they do to her? How long could she stand it? Then, as if they'd read her mind, the finger in her sore anus pulled back and away and her asshole was allowed to close up.

"Oh, God, yes," she murmured, breathing deeply and grateful for the reprieve. "Yes, thank you, thank you…"

"She loves it," blurted Ken Atwell, hungrily waiting for the next abuse. "Go on and give her the whole fuckin' thing. I can't wait much longer, ya know."

"Wh-Wh-What?" she demanded to know. "What are you talking about? He's done, isn't he done? What are you planning next? No more!" Her voice was tired and frantic, but she swung around and looked behind herself again. She saw at just that moment her husband pulling his cock out of Angela Heet's mouth. "Thanks baby," he told that woman, and he turned to the young bride herself, his naked prick gleaming wet with fresh hot saliva. "Lemme have a little grease for her asshole, though."

She couldn't stand keeping her head twisted that way any longer, but when she next felt a finger slipping up the crack of her butt, she knew what it was: Larry's finger coated with lubricant and sliding up and down between the cheeks of her ass. For a moment it almost felt good, and then came a slipping finger cramming into her sphincter and stretching her open with a coating of grease. The finger retreated and left her voided and then, suddenly, painfully, it was replaced with a thickheaded pressuring, a large plug like log being forced into place in her anus. For a moment she tolerated it without struggling, but then, like a fiery hot branding iron, the pain became unbearable.

"Iiieeeehhhhh," she cried out, bucking backwards and then slamming down again in an effort to get free of what could only have been his thick mushroomheaded prick stabbing into her asshole. Indeed, she yanked her head around and realized that her husband had inserted his cock fully into her asshole and had no intention of pulling back. And his grip was so strong around her white buttocks that there was to be no escaping him or resisting physically either! The hard, ridged blunted head of his cock was punching into her buttocks like a crowbar, stiffly penetrating into her virginal ass and sodomizing her into the most humiliating submission imaginable! She began on hands and knees and ended up flattened out completely beneath his pressing, drilling weight and hard-driving muscle. His hips flipped up and down and each wave of his pelvis brought his meaty thick throbbing penis another inch into her behind!

"Noooo! Aawwwkkkk! Mmfffgghhh!" she grunted, unable to articulate her protest with any more than a guttural noise which seemed to come from deep in her throat. "Uuuuggghhh, fffaaawwwkkk," she cried out as he continued to mercilessly climb up and down her soft white ass-cheeks with his pelvis grinding his penis forever deeper into her anus!

"Mmm," he murmured from behind her, "what a tight little ass! I always knew it would be like this… nice and firm… and cheek to cheek!" He gritted his teeth as the exquisite pressure encased him in a throbbing, rubbery heat. He pushed harder still and she began to buck and writhe hysterically as yet another inch of pipehard cock skewered its way relentlessly into her bowels!