He stabbed the thick head of his dong into the tight clamp of her colon and felt Grace's body go stiff.
"Uuugh!" she groaned as the massive tool ripped suddenly inside her asshole.
Grace had taken it in the ass several times before, even with Johnny. But never by surprise, never without a little preparation beforehand. It felt like a fist was being rammed up her ass, a fist without end.
"You dirty sonofabitch!" she hissed through clenched teeth as tears welled in her eyes.
Johnny beamed. His muscular cock was plying deep into the fantastic grip of her ass as she cursed and cried below him. He grabbed her hips in his hands and jerked her back against his prong until it sank to full depth. Grace let out a long sigh of air.
"Why didn't you warn me?" she asked.
"I wanted to give you a taste of the treatment you gave me, baby. I don't care who you think you are, you're not so damned great you can dump me without as much as a 'thank-you-it-was-fun.' "
He pulled his cock halfway back and thrust it powerfully inside again. Grace groaned as the pecker stretched the sensitive tissues of her rectum. Luckily her juices were abundant, the second stab wasn't anywhere near as bad as the first. But still, she wanted him to have his fun and get out.
Johnny took his time working the length of his rod deep inside the snug fit of her ass, then gradually easing back. The rounded spike of her ass jutted up like two grapefruits at his face as he looked down and watched the ring of her anus move out as he withdrew.
It was pink, like well-chewed bubble gum, slipping along with his pecker. When he shoved in, the hole collapsed and rode out of sight until he pulled back again.
He crammed it all the way in and listened to her moans before asking, "What's it feel like, Grace? What's it feel like to get a cock up your ass?"
Grace whimpered with pain, her head was rolling from side to side and she bit her lips. She didn't even try to answer the disgusting question.
He pulled back and plowed into her with animal force until a weak yelp came from her mouth. "How's it feel?" he demanded in a loud voice.
"Good," she whispered.
"Good? Is that all? Does it feel as good as getting it in your cunt?"
"Yes! Yes, it feels as good as getting it in my cunt!" she snapped. "It feels terrific!"
Johnny laughed. "Oh yeah? You sure? Doesn't it remind you of anything? Doesn't it feel like something else you do when you're alone?"
"Shut up! You vile bastard!" she screamed.
Johnny roared with laughter as he pumped his cock faster into the squishing hole. It was loose now, responding with tiny clips against him. Finally Grace tensed her rectal muscles and he felt the tight clamp hug, then release him. On each stroke she managed to give him two tight clamps which excited his imbedded cock almost instantly.
"You're kissing my cock with your asshole," he murmured as she worked her ass hard into him. Grace only wanted one thing now, to get his rocks off then get away from him before she scratched his eyes out. She felt no pleasure at all, nothing but revulsion.
Johnny pulled his cock from her ass abruptly and watched as the colon collapsed into a loose-skinned ring. His cock dipped down and came up in the wet fullness of her hanging cunt. He had little resistance entering the warm squeeze of her hole with one deep stroke.
Grace sighed. Finally he was leaving her anus. It was killing her, burning from the brutal workout. Now his big rod was plowing hotly inside her box, digging far into the deepest areas to excite and inflame her tissues. At last his cock was where she knew she could quickly climax it.
"You like it in your cunt, too? Don't you, baby?" Johnny asked.
Grace didn't want to hear another word from his mouth but knew the fastest way of making him come: play his game. "I love to feel your big shaft inside my wet pussy," she said with true feeling.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. I love the way your cock-head scrapes along my walls like a big scoop. I love it when you go real deep and make my guts tremble…"
Johnny plunged his pecker to maximum depth as a surge of great excitement ran through him. Now she was doing it, making him thrill to the sounds of filthy words coming from cultured, classy lips.
"And when your balls nudge into the crack of my ass, when you go all the way in feels good too."
He pumped hard, fast, energetically. His pecker felt hot, her cunt was baking his meat. Johnny scooped down and grabbed the masses of swinging breast in his hands. He squeezed them like they were pillows and felt the nipples grow hard and pointed in his palms.
"And I love the way your hairy body tickles me everywhere we touch… " she sighed.
Johnny was plastering his meat into her with blurring speed. His forehead was wet with perspiration as she jammed her backside back at him repeatedly for more and more of the deep-running muscle. Her voice was shrill now, almost screeching the words.
"And when you put it in my ass… when you butt-fuck me it feels just like you meant it to!"
"Yeah?" Johnny was close, very close.
"It feels like I'm forever going to the bathroom. Forever taking a shit!"
Johnny's body went tense, his thighs strained their bulging muscles, he pulled back hard on her writhing body and stabbed the screaming end of his cock as deep as possible as the first blast of jizm busted loose. His frothing cream bombed in wild gushes inside the shaking suction of her boiling cunt to fill and coat the hole.
Grace gasped. Her box was shuddering around the cock with great violence as his ejaculation spurred another orgasm inside her. She humped back and twisted to grate the jabbing spear hard against the side of her twat, to ignite her tissues into greater and greater spasms.
"Oh! Yes! God that feels good!" she cried.
"Oh, baby! You are the best!" Johnny moaned.
They ground their bodies hungrily together as the last traces of his sperm oozed out and her jumping muscles relaxed. Grace lay flat on her belly with him on top of her as his long rod slowly receded back. With an outpouring of cream, like the cork had been pulled from a bottle, the spent pecker popped loose of the red lips.
Johnny got up and started to dress. As Grace pulled herself to her knees he smiled and asked, "What about the thousand dollars? When can I get it?"
Grace let out a short, disgusted laugh. "Monday, you mercenary bastard. Monday. Now get your stinking ass back to work or I'll fire you for doing a bad job."
"Sure, boss, whatever you say. You're the boss when it comes to my job but I'm the boss when it comes to our having some fun, right?" he asked.
Grace stood up and went to her clothes. "Sure, Johnny, sure, whatever you say. Now get out of my sight."
With a grin and a wink Johnny straightened his tie and went to the door. "Okay, Grace, I'll see you first thing Monday morning."
"Get out."
He left and Grace dressed. She was exhausted but knew the job was only half done. Now she had to get Alan and break it off with him. Somehow she'd have to talk him into going back to Teresa… Somehow.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, honey, where you been?" Walter Cunningham asked his wife when she entered the bar. He glanced over at the bar and saw Johnny Carvel had also returned to the party.
"I had some things to take care of in the office, dear," Grace answered.
"Oh. A woman's work is never done, huh?"
"No. I guess not. Let's dance, dear," she said.
Walter's eyebrows lifted. "Dance? You and me? Sure, I'll give it a try."
He got up from his chair and nodded at his two gentlemen drinking partners. "Fellas, I'll be back after I waltz the little lady around the ballroom."
Grace smiled and ignored his spirited gait. He usually celebrated the annual dance by getting totally drunk. But tonight it didn't bother her, tonight it actually was a blessing in disguise. After dancing and a token appearance to the members she'd have to take care of part two of her plan, Alan Edwards.