Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

His cock shuddered and squirted its last, but the steely firmness of his hard-on refused to go down. I sucked at his prick for another minute or two, nurturing that persistent boner, and then I climbed to my feet. Roy's pole lanced out through his open zipper, wet and red, smeared with traces of his cum, and I patted it as I trapped his eyes in the stare of my own.

"See?" I told him. "You can't fight it. I'm too much for you."

He shivered visibly, his face went white, and he looked as if he were going to be sick. When he raised his head, there was a fresh madness in his eyes, a more burning, glaring demon even than he'd had before.

"You're still playing games, aren't you, Jenni?" he said tight-lipped.

I laughed, wiping up his cum with my fingers and sucking them clean.

"You haven't learned a Goddamned thing." Me? He was the one who needed to be taught a lesson. I told him so, and he seemed to go crazy before my eyes.

He reached down and took hold of his stiff prick, which even a massive eruption inside my mouth hadn't calmed down. I wondered, when his fist closed around it, if he were about to jerk off in front of me. Would that be a sign of contempt? A show of defiance? I waited expectantly.

But he didn't. He let go of his cock as soon as he'd grasped it, and he reached for me instead. Before I knew what was up, he had me bent forward over the edge of his desk. Papers and books and the big desk blotter slid to the floor as my hands skidded, and the sharp edge of the desktop cut into my belly.

Roy pinned me there and he yanked at my pants, pulling them and my undies down in one quick lunge that left me gasping.

"Hey!" I yelled. "What the fuck do you think you're doing now?"

He pulled one leg out of the fallen garments and spread me wide with his body. My ass was up and my head was down, and his middle pressed me from behind. Even when I looked back, I couldn't see anything.

"I'll show you what the fuck I'm doing," he snapped in a dippy tone that reeked of lunacy. My God, I thought. He's gone freako! Absolutely freako!

His cock was sticking out of his pants and he buried it in my uplifted pussy with one sharp, burning stroke. My cunt was a bit sore still from all that playing with Kendy, and he hurt me when he jammed his cock inside my hole. I screamed and my head shook in protest.

"Stop it!" I hollered. "I'll kill you if you don't stop!"

He didn't stop and I didn't kill him. I was trapped, in no position to do anything. It was a standing doggie, more or less, though I wasn't quite standing. My cunt was raised perfectly – they call it the "presentation position" when our four legged friends fuck, and I felt like a heifer being serviced by a bull right then.

Roy reamed me with his cock, sucking it in and out of my cunt. My hole was wet enough, but tender as a bullet-wound, too, and my vision went from normal to red in record time. Finally I tried to close my eyes to blot out the weird color effects that passed before them, but that didn't do a Goddamned thing about the agony of what the son of a bitch was doing to me.

"I should have done this a long time ago," he told me. "I should have fucked the shit out of you, shown you what it means to be a woman and to be taken by a man. You're not a woman. You're just a little girl who's grown up too fast for her own good. Well, you're going to take it like a woman all the same. I'm going to fuck your ass off!"

It felt like he was doing just that. I groaned and whined each time he plumbed me deeply with that big cunt-poker of his, and it was worse yet when he drew back, because I knew the next stroke would be more hellishly agonizing than the last had been.

"Stop, please, stop!" I whispered shrilly. "No more! You're hurting me too much!"

He stopped. Thank God, I thought, he's going to quit!

"You need to be hurt," he said coolly, the cleverest madman on the whole East Coast. "You need to be taught a lesson for once and all." Then he rammed me again, wiggling his cock inside my cunt where it was buried full-length. My throat was as raw as my pussy and I couldn't even scream now.

"You need to find out just how green you are," he said in that same cool tone. He pulled his cock out of my box, all the way out, and I whewed softly, hoping it was over. It wasn't.

I felt the tip of his knob bump my asshole and I thought surely he'd only missed his mark. But when it began to dig at my tight shitter, I knew, sickly, just what he had in mind now.

"No, please," I begged, "not there – it's too tight – I've never been screwed in the ass before. You'll hurt me…"

"Good." The finality of his tone.

I closed my eyes as he began to work earnestly. His dick was dripping-wet, from my sucking, from his first come, from his humping in my cunt, and he rubbed greasily at my tight bung. I couldn't help remembering how once I'd planned to offer him my ass, the only cherry I had left, as a special treat because I loved him so much. Now, now he was about to take it, and I wasn't ready. Where once I'd planned a deliciously erotic experience, I was about to receive something terrible and degrading. It wasn't fair!

"No, no, no," I muttered again and again, my ass swaying as I tried to evade the probes of his dick. But I couldn't sway much, because he was behind me, his thighs spreading my legs. Roy had a clear shot at my asshole, where it lifted into the air, and he had determination. What else did he need?

For one thing, a big stiff dick. But he had that, too, and I found out unforgettably just how big and how stiff it was in truth as he began to work the knob past my clinging sphincter. The muscles strained in resistance – it was like trying to shit yourself out of a spell of constipation – but his prick was so big, so hard. He pushed more viciously – I fought him with my body. And he broke the ring of my asshole and his knob slid in. My teeth chattered and my entire body seemed to have gone icy. My legs were stretched straight, the toes brittle enough to break off, and I wouldn't want to have seen my face at that moment. It must have been strained and tense and ugly, the way I felt inside.

"There!" he announced. "Loosen up and take it! My cock's wedged in your asshole – there's no way you can get it out now, Jenni – I'm going to fuck the shit out of you and I hope you like it!"

He pushed me, and I slid forward as far as I could in a vain effort to escape the prodding of his dong, but the edge of the desk prevented me from moving far. So, in the end, there was really no way around it. If I were to be fucked in the ass, then I'd just have to be fucked in the ass.

Christ, it hurt! His cock moved into my butt with infinite slowness, gaining no more than half an inch at a plunge. I heard him groan and curse at my tightness, and he cumed me with vile names and thoughts, as if it were my fault his cock was being squeezed so constrictingly.

But I didn't really listen to the names he called me. I knew that I wasn't a whore or a bitch or a tight-assed slut. It was only Roy's archaic values, the inner quirks that kept him from taking a piece of tail from me and enjoying it for what it was worth.

He was splitting me with his prick, tearing slowly but surely at the snug tightness of my asshole. God almighty, was it really meant for girls to be screwed in the ass? It hurt so much, how could it be right?

My fist clenched and unclenched as I reeled with the pain. Still penetrating, Roy's cock was only about halfway up my butt by then, and I wondered if I could stay conscious long enough for him to get the rest of his tool inside. Wouldn't I pass out first? Big deal! He'd just finish the job on my senseless body.

"No more!" I pleaded. "I can't take any more!"

"If you want to be a big girl, Jenni, you'll have to take it all," he sneered back. "All." And he pushed harder at my asshole.