Carl Van Marcus - The motorcyclist_s wife

"But he can't do that! I won't let him!" Sandi hissed back, though by now she ought to have known the futility of trying to resist a lust-frenzied male.

"Shut up, you bitches!" the dark-haired man loomed over them, swaying a little unsteadily. In his right hand he brandished his enormously erect purplish cock, aiming it directly at Sandi's fear-contorted face, and with the other he grabbed hold of his wife's short, black hair and yanked her to her knees. Then, slapping her across the face with a sickening sound of flesh cracking against flesh, he shoved her off the bed.

"It's my turn to take this little cock-teasing bitch!" he swaggered, staring down at the nakedly cringing blonde with lecherous eyes. "Thinks she's too good to fuck me, but the next thing I hear she's screwing around with some asshole of a photographer and anyone else with a good hard cock!" He sneered down at the blonde, taking a sadistic pleasure in the way her face sagged as she realized he knew her guilty secret. "Or a cunt," he added, glaring at Clare.

He knows! Sandi's tortured mind screamed. I don't know how he can, but he does! Oh God… it's all over now! He'll tell Verne, I know he will!

"No… no… no…" she moaned, burying her face in the bedcovers.

"Yes, baby!" Larry snarled. "Now you're gonna fuck me, 'cause if you don't Verne's gonna hear all about that Goddamn dirty movie you're making. And you know as well as I do what he'll think of his sweet little wife then!"

Suddenly Sandi felt rough hands grasping her and trying to turn her over, and she began to struggle before the meaning of his words sank through her shock-stupored brain. This incensed Larry, just as Clare had warned it would, and he decided to really give this stupid blonde a taste of his aching cock that she'd never forget.

"Seeing as everyone else has already had a chance at your cunt, I'll try out that cute ass of yours," he leered.

Sandi had the sense to let her body go limp as the intoxicated man's brutal hands pushed her face down against the mattress, but it was too late to hope to mollify him now that the idea of fucking her in the anus had taken seed in his lust-maddened mind. Without any thought of the pain he was causing, Larry dug his powerful fingers into the tender flesh of the girl's white-skinned inner thighs, dragging her backward on the high bed until her shapely legs dangled over the side and her firmly rounded ass-cheeks jutted out, their flesh obscenely white against the pale golden tan of the rest of her body. Though her breasts were being painfully crushed, and in spite of the panic that had risen inside her at his terrible threat, Sandi gritted her teeth to force back her scream of terror.

He can't really be going to do it to me in the ass, she tried to reassure herself. It's not possible – it's not human!

Never in all her nineteen years had she so much as dreamed of such incredible perversion, and she had almost managed to convince herself that he was just trying to frighten her when his fingers grasped at the round half-moons of her buttocks and forced them apart. This time she couldn't hold back a gasp of horror.

Larry was really going to do this vile thing! And there was nothing at all she could do to stop his perverted defilement of her body – nothing at all! She didn't even dare to attempt to fight him off, for then he'd be certain to tell Verne everything!

From where Clare Johnson lay on the floor beside the bed, she had a perfect view of her girlfriend's wide-stretched buttocks and her own husband's long, glistening hardness. It looked even thicker than usual, and sympathy for her innocent girlfriend mingled with the strange shivers of arousal the indecent spectacle stirred in her sensuous body. If she hadn't been afraid of arousing her drunken husband's wrath, she'd have liked to comfort the blonde, to continue her abruptly interrupted caresses of her lovely young body, but as it was she just lay quietly on the carpet watching Larry position his penis directly over Sandi's pinkly puckering little anal opening. Oh God, wasn't he even going to prepare the virgin rectum with his finger?

Suddenly the suburban bedroom resounded with loud cries; first Johnson's bestial roar as he flicked his muscular hips forward and drove his iron-hard phallus into the tiny opening between his friend's wife's provocatively upraised ass-cheeks, and then Sandi Smith's wail of pain as the huge flesh rod sank halfway into her never-before-entered anus. The pain was so intense that she couldn't help flailing her body and jerking her hips to try to expel the torturing penis, unintentionally doubling the agony in her tight, dry channel.

"Aiieeeee! Stop! Stop it! Oh God, stop!" Sandi screamed.

"Hold still, Goddamn it!" Larry raged, bending down to grip vise-like to the girl's writhing back. "Get your ass up here and help me hold her, Clare," he ordered his wife without even bothering to glance at her.

The next moment, the humiliated, pain-wracked blonde wife felt cool feminine hands gently turning her face to one side and stroking her tousled hair away from her perspiring forehead. In her relief at not feeling completely alone with the sex-crazed maniac who was violating her straining anus, Sandi ceased her futile struggles.

"Try to relax," Clare's sultry lips brushed against her ear. "Then it won't hurt so bad. It'll start to feel good in a minute if you do that. I've been through this and I promise it'll be wonderful after you relax."

Clare had done this vile thing and dared to admit she'd liked it? the shocked blonde shuddered. Surely ENJOYING this bestial sex act was the most shameful part of it… But as the loudly panting man behind her pressured into her taut-muscled rectum with even more sadistic force, the nineteen year old blonde's moral scruples were drowned out by the red-hot agony surging through her abused young body. With a heartrending sigh, she tried her best to follow the experienced brunette's instructions, and almost at once the pain began to fade to an uncomfortable but tolerable heated throbbing. So great was her relief that, when the dark-haired woman squatting beside her snaked her tongue between her lips and began to kiss her in the lewd way Tony, the photographer, had done that afternoon, she automatically responded.

"Aaaaarrrrrggghhhhhh," Larry groaned, his turgid thickness plunging to the hilt as the wife of his best friend let the muscles of her exquisitely tight anal passage relax. He forced his impatient penis to lie still for a moment so the girl could continue to unclench her fear-tightened rectum, the aggressive malicious mood he'd been in all day long vanishing as if by magic as soon as his lust-hungry penis found itself inside Sandi's hotly coveted vagina.

Releasing his cruel hold on the no-longer-resisting blonde's shoulders, the husky motorcyclist began a smooth, age-old rhythm of in and out strokes. It gratified his ego to feel her unwilling body gradually responding to his unnatural anal fucking, and he plunged with ever increasing fervor as he strained to completely subjugate the girl who'd so haughtily spurned him the night before. If he could make her climax from his obscene ass-fucking, she'd be his slave forever!

Sandi has been through so much already that she no longer had the will to resist the strange masochistic pleasure gliding through her bloodstream. After only a few minutes of half-hearted fighting back the surging waves of pleasure, the no-longer-innocent blonde gave up and surrendered herself to wild sensuality, a sense of forbidden freedom heightening her arousal.

I've hit the bottom now, she rationalized as she began to screw her youthful white ass-cheeks in wanton little circles around the impaling male flesh imbedded between them. What's the difference now? I'm really just a whore, and there's no use pretending any longer.