Paul Gable: Whips and chains for mom

"Eaghghhhghghhhhhh!"

Joan shouted and screamed, jerking her ass up, curling her fingers around the nylon restraints and clawing at them while she felt something popping in her shoulder. It was a terrible, awful sensation having that meaty cockhead squeezing into her. Chuck moved back, slapping her ass, heating it up with his blows and making the flutter in her cunt all that more itchily intense. He pressed once more against her whipped, virgin asshole. Chuck laughed again, his voice rumbling with a nasty low undertone.

"Take it in, bitch! You're nothin' but a piece of shit, and I'm gonna feel that shit right on my cock," he growled, jabbing it in again.

Joan strained back, her muscles ridging against her flesh. It felt as if her shifter lips were being driven up into her bowels. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole. It felt as if it were being torn loose with a blunt knife. The scraping of his hands on her thighs was adding to the agony, especially when Chuck dug his fingernails into the red marks created by the whipping she had endured earlier.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

Chuck eased back a third time, letting his cockhead only brush up against her asshole. Joan let out a long low breath, relaxing the tightness of her asshole sphincter. She pushed outward as if she were shitting, trying to soothe the throbbing pain that still tormented her asshole. It was at this point Joan felt one hand leaving her ass. Chuck was bracing his cockshaft with his fingers, holding it stiff against the rubbery circle of her asshole.

"No! Not again! Oh please, dear God in heaven, not again!"

Joan knew he was getting ready to assfuck her again. She sucked in a deep breath and held it, her mind rattling about while, she lay there, wrists bound to ankles. It was like having a huge rock being jammed up against her relaxed asshole. Before Joan could even think to loosen the reflexive grasp of her shitter, half Chuck's prickshaft was already squeezed into her. The woman let out a gasp of surprise, her eyes rolling back into her head while another scream filled the room. How her asshole ached! It was as if Chuck were tearing her asscheeks in two with his bare hands!

"Eaghghghghghghghhhhh!"

It was monstrous, the worst feeling she had ever had in her life. Chuck kept leaning forward, his hands braced on her ass now that he had managed to slip part of his fuckrod into her shitter. More of it was slipping in now, stretching her asshole, easing into her bowels. At the same time, Joan could feel her cunt growing oh so hot, nearly crying out to feel something that hot, hard and thick sliding into her cunt. She groaned, wanting to feel the hard intrusion in her pussy, not in her ass.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

But Chuck wasn't to be put off. He rubbed his hands briskly around her shifter, stretching the woman's outer asshole lips, then pushing more of his fuckmeat into her. Joan squirmed, moving her ass back and forth against the heavy-haired muscular belly pressing up against her ass. The slow intrusion of the hard prick in her ass hurt her terribly.

"Fuck… oh yeah, fuck that out, baby. Man, that's the way, move that ass around real nice," Chuck moaned, smoothing his hands over her asscheeks, then sliding them up to her tits. He rolled her nipples around between his fingers, squeezing them until the woman yelped, then laughing at her pain. "Man, that's a nice, tight ass. Bet your old man ain't fucked that. Yeah, feels virgin. That's what I dig. Move it! Yeah, just like that, up and down. Make my prick feel real nice!"

It was splitting her wide open. Joan moaned, feeling the achy pain of his gradual, slow fuck reaching higher and higher in her ass. It was spreading clear to the outer edges of her asscheeks, radiating to her belly, making her tummy muscles harden until they cramped with tension. It was far worse than the double finger fucking he had visited upon her earlier.

"Uhhhhhh, please, oh God, no more, no more! I can't take any more!"

Hot, salty tears stung her eyes. Blinking them rapidly away, Joan looked at the big man towering over her. His jaw was set firm, his eyes staring down at her bound body, his lips working silently against one another. He was watching her closely, getting off on her cries, on the pain obvious on her face. The more she whimpered, the more she grimaced, the hotter Chuck got. He started giving her lusty little fuck moves, jerking his cockmeat down into her bowels.

Joan cried out, her face wrinkling with pain while her nostrils flared. Chuck liked that. He enjoyed watching her squirm under his fucking prick. Moving back, he looked down, seeing most of his hard, thick, pink fuckmeat still outside her split asscheeks. But a good deal of it had already been shoved into her ass. It stuck out like a giant pole, halving her ass and still sliding into the stretched, tearing asshole.

"Aghghghghhhhhh!"

There was a wild moment of agony. Then Joan suddenly felt the easing of the pressure in her ass. The bead of his prick finally popped past her tight shitter ring. She tried straightening her legs, pressing the soles of her feet against the headboard. Chuck reached up, tightening the nylon stockings that bound her wrists to her ankles. Joan cried out, feeling the blood slow to her fingers and toes. They were growing icy from the lack of circulation cut short by the bonds.

"Awwwwkwkk!"

Her concentration on her limbs was cut short. Her arms and legs spasmed violently, making her body shiver bard against Chuck's belly. He was starting to pull his cock out, the reversed tugging motion seeming like a giant vacuum attached to her asshole. More pain shot up and down her spine, making the attractive blonde bite her lip until she could taste blood oozing down her throat. She couldn't even sob now, not with the constant shoving motions of that bar of prickmeat in her ass. She shoved her asscheeks toward him, looking for some sort of relief from the obscene sucking action in her shit-chute. Oh, it was killing her, this asshole fucking! And there was no indication that Chuck was anywhere close to ending his fucking spree.

"Uh! Ub! Uh!"

The big man stopped for a moment, working his hips around, then shoving deeper in. Joan squeaked once more, her cunt going into itchy tremors of need. The folding, slippery ring around her shifter was spasming as well. It was like some sort of obscene kiss around and in her asshole. She squirmed up again, the headboard scraping against the wall.

"Stop! Ohhhhh!"

Joan felt completely torn. She felt her fits being cruelly massaged, squeezed and pinched by the big stud on top of her. She flexed her round firm assmounds against his overhanging belly, suddenly wanting more of that lascivious fullness that threatened to split her wide open. Yes, she wanted more of the pain, more of the sensation of being fucked! How her mind had changed from terror and revulsion to complete acceptance and desire! The more he fucked her ass, the more he wanted that hunk of meat ramming deep into her. And oh, bow the sliding of that cock moved through her, sending shivery thrills racing through her asshole! Joan felt her bowels filling with his fat cock. It was a steady, growing load of iron-hard fuckmeat and heat in her ass. She thought his cock would surely have to stop. Surely he had fucked all the cock he had inside her already.

But it still kept coming. Joan's asshole still kept stretching and fluttering as Chuck fucked the full length of his prick in. She thought the thick bar of cock in her ass was growing until it was the size of a baseball bat. The big man's prick felt like a spear being shoved up to her throat.

"Uhhhbhh!"

Then it was the withdrawal again, pulling out his fuckmeat. Joan thought she had pulled a foot of cock from her ass, her nerves protesting all the way. And then Chuck was fuck forward again. Joan shuddered, rolling her ass up, arching her back as much as she could. The strange fullness inside her gut was starting to excite her' more and more. It wasn't like the heat that prickled in her cunt when it was milking around a cock, though it seemed to be connected in an odd way.