Jason Cannon - Spouse in torment

Milt found a joy, a satisfaction in subjecting her to the humiliation of defeat until she was limp and sweating, staring and pleading helplessly for mercy. She panted and gasped with each breath. Now she was weak, conquered. Her whole body was a combination of fear and nervous, negative anticipation. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes. His hard chest was crushing down on her bare, heaving tits. Her gasping breaths emerged through trembling lips. Her face was red and tear-stained and she was cringing away from him in an agony. And there was no one to whom she could appeal for help.

Milt's hand swung down to reach for her tightly clenched thighs. He yanked, forcing her belly ajar in spite of her strength and her sounds of dismay and humiliation.

Holding her legs well apart with his own, he rushed his hand back up to her tit. His lingers grabbed a handful of one red-tipped mound, blasting her quaking body and staggering mind with a flash of pain and humiliation. His big hand twisted until she emitted the scream he wanted to drag from her.

"Now be still, bitch, or I'll tear it off!"

Her angry, fearful eyes stared at him. Her hands twitched and her fingers curled, but she didn't move them. His eyes and tone had convinced her that if a tit could be ripped off, he'd do it.

"Oh God damn!" she gasped in sudden anger as it really came home to her. Now she knew what would happen. Now, in humiliated defeat and under a threat that left her helpless, she must submit to having her tiny ass fucked.

She watched him move back a little, clutching her tit. She watched his, eyes center on the gaping slash between her buttocks, opened by his hand and held there by his hairy legs. His knees were well apart to hold her open, and for balance.

The smooth pink flesh of her cunt afforded a marvelous vision to the possessed man. And just below, a clearly defined target of soft, coral colored dampness framed by white skin and tendrils of sandy hair.

He wiggled, still clinging to her aching tit. His anxious prick poised just at the opening of that pulsing hole. He wondered what had ever pierced it, what she had ever felt up her… if anything or anyone. The moist warm hole trembled in fearful anticipation as he reached down with one hand.

He used his fingers to guide his cock straight into her clenching asshole.

He had only paused a second to part the cheeks, dampened with sweat and the helpless, excited secretions seeping from the gaping cavern of her cunt.

"No…please! For God's sake, don't do it… please! I hate it!" she screamed, as the knob of his big cock popped through the clenched opening of her anus.

He lunged and she spat into his face.

"Oh, shit," he hissed, "this is gonna be so fucking good! Take it… take it all, you little bitch!"

Then he gasped as his cock started sliding in easily. The smooth tunnel of slippery heat flowered open for his entry, accepting his length and breadth with little resistance. It seemed to welcome him, clamping him tightly all around the cockshaft. It seemed to suck at him, as if delighting in holding his prick a helpless prisoner. His hands leaped to her slim hips to grasp and pull as he slid on into her. Freed of his grip, her breast trembled.

Then both her tight small tits were crushed by his weight, forcing them to bulge out of either side like crushed little white balloons. Tight ridges of straining taut flesh with spearing hard tips so firm and long he could feel them against his chest.

He rammed hard. He thrust his hot pole forcefully into her ass, all the way into her bowels, spearing into its depths effortlessly and rushing all the way into the heated inner reaches of her grasping pussy.

Her mouth dribbled muffled little sobs of protest that immediately became total subjection. Her lowly body twisted against his. She breathed heavily, gasping. Her writhing and twisting was now automatic, no longer a frantic effort to escape. She was sobbing in pain, even though she had not been a virgin there.

Milt fucked her ass like a madman. He pumped his hips to give her every inner surface a jolting swipe with his rocky hardness. He drilled his big cock in and out of her precious asshole, smacking her lightly-furred twat mound with his hard pelvic bone. He cannoned his prick again and again into the burning hollow of her butt. She sucked in her rippling belly, biting her lower lip as he skewered her.

The girl stared up at him with glazed eyes. Her calves tensed automatically to push herself up with savage strength, trying to hurt him. In Milt's book, that was called cooperation from a good partner. Hot warmth took him, and he smiled at her.

It didn't take long. He was too aroused, and she was magnificently tight inside. Her agitated asshole wasn't designed to prolong his erection, no matter what she wanted, but to squeeze him tight and milk him dry. It did, and her feverish inner walls contracted and opened and contracted again as he spurted far up the throbbing passage. He groaned and pound himself onto her helpless, supine body.

At last it was over. He was empty, and his deflated prick withdrew slowly from her sodden, ravaged bunghole.

She was limp as he rose to his knees, and she allowed herself to be turned over like a doll onto her stomach, wincing as he sank down onto her thighs.

At that moment the telephone on the nightstand jangled.

"Hello. Oh, hi there, Ken. You can both make it up for the weekend? Good, that's good."

He replaced the receiver and thought of Ken and Lisa. Jesus, would Nancy ever have fun with Lisa.

Then his attention returned to the girl on the floor. He sat down in front of her face and pulled her head into his lap.

"You sadistic bastard," she whimpered. "Yes, that's right," he said, nodding. "Now suck my cock hard again. This time I'll give YOU what you want. I'll pour a load in your mouth."

Connie welcomed him as if she hadn't seem him in a year.

She pulled him tight against her, clamping him to her to meet his assault. Her arms wound around his body in a frenzy, with every ounce of vigor she possessed.

At that rate, it couldn't last long. And it didn't. But right up to the moment when his shuddering told her he was satisfied, she loved the strength and fury of him as she never had before.

When he subsided, he slid down a little and his head came to rest in the valley separating her breasts. She wound her fingers into his hair. "Ben," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"She's here… the girl I told you about. Lisa. She's in the other bedroom."

"And she's waiting for us? Both of us?"

"Yes."

"Do you really think it will do any good?" Ben asked.

"I think so."

"All right. Let's go."

Naked, the two of them slipped into the adjoining bedroom. Lisa lay like a black-haired Goddess, nude, on the bed. Her legs were spread wide and her eyes were closed.

"This is Ben, Lisa," Connie said. "My lover… our lover."

Lisa was silent. Her only movement was a nod. Connie and Ben got into the bed on each side of the girl. They stared at her breasts and worked their way down to her toes. The two bodies so naked and close and loving soon broke down Lisa's tension. They brought out a longing in the girl that she never knew existed.

Lisa sighed as she felt Ben's face settle between her thighs and his tongue part her lower lips. She pulled Connie's head down to her tits and felt the beautiful woman respond to her nipples with warm, soft lips. They remained like that for several minutes, close, feeling each other's breath on their flesh.

Then her mind and body started stirring with the first real passion she had felt in ages. The warmth and compassion of the moment made her realize that she suddenly felt love for both these people. She felt Connie's heavy breasts pressed hotly against her belly and her head cradled between her own thighs.