"Aaawwww, Christ!" Sue moaned at the eruption of pleasure. She tried to overcome her body's instinctive resistance to the invasion. Her anus burned and itched desperately from the cock boring into it. "Aahhh, shit!" More, she wanted more.
Bill was more than happy to oblige her. He had never denied being an ass man. He had always been rather proud of the fact. He loved the feel of a tight, gripping anus around his prick. He thrust steadily, and watched as the tight muscle slowly yielded, pushing inward, then slowly stretching open as he wedged his cock in.
Sue's mouth gaped open as if she were taking a cock in her mouth, or as if she expected him to emerge from between her jaws. She was struggling to open her entire body to him. It hurt like hell, the friction and the stretching and the pressure. She had the feeling she was going to rip wide open. But it was also the most unbelievable pleasure she had ever experienced.
With her own husband, she had rejected this way of lovemaking. It had seemed too disgusting arid painful. But here, with this fiend, she was begging for it, insisting on it. She was loving feeling his heavy shaft driving her rectal sphincter open.
"Awww!" she whimpered when suddenly the ring of muscle snapped into the groove behind his glans. An electric jolt seared through her body.
Ruthlessly, Bill rammed forward, pressuring his prick slowly deeper into the tight hold of her bowels. No cunt could ever match this feeling… tight, hot, greasy, restating. It sent his lust soaring. He felt the shit being pistoned up into her by the head of his cock. He loved the sight of his pale-white staff disappearing between the pale moons of her ass. His cock was stimulated unbelievably by the clinging walls of her rectum as he powered in. Then his hips came up against the soft cushions of her ass. With a wiggle, he gained one last fraction of an inch in her guts and stopped.
"How far?" Sue asked hoarsely. "Jesus, it feels like you're all the way up to my stomach."
"All the way in," Bill informed her. He drew back, then rammed his cock back into her, and the friction almost brought him off right then and there.
"Aaaaaeeerrrr!" Sue wailed in ecstasy/agony from the searing friction, the unholy pleasure the perverted act sent roaring through her.
His fingers sunk in the soft flesh of Sue's waist, Bill steadied and guided her as he drew his cock out, then rammed it back in. He was getting close to that searing, exploding, pulsing ecstasy. He really didn't care any longer whether Sue was enjoying this or not. He had to get to his own completion, reach his own searing, pumping peak. His cock was a solid bar of pleasure from the burning grip of her anus.
Sue was becoming delirious with pleasure. It seemed to go on and on and on, forever, this wonderful feeling of cock up her ass. Her cunt was pouring out wave after wave of wits own juices, coming on emptiness. Her whole body was a searing puddle of ecstasy from the prick pistoning in her guts.
"Aaahhh, aaahhhh, I'm comingggg!" she wailed. "I'm commmmiiinnnggg!" She twisted around the pole in her guts, every muscle in her body contributing to her blazing orgasm.
Bill heaved his cock into the hot shitty tunnel again and again, harder and faster, until the searing bursts of semen could not be held back an instant longer. He blasted hot cum deep into her intestines, a sperm-laden enema spurting again and again and again until his balls were drained and empty.
Sue's pleasure faded to be gradually replaced by a deep ache in her ass, and the feeling of being terribly, terribly constipated. Then her body was crapping out Bill's shrinking cock and she slid forward and sprawled on her face on the bed. Panting, she tried to gather her scattered wits.
Finally, brutally tarn and exhausted, she rolled over, and discovered she was alone in the posh stateroom. Her clothes lay in a heap beside her on the bed, evidently put there by Bill while she was recuperating. Feeling sick and miserable, she dressed, conscious of a hot seepage of cum from her anus. Wearily, she staggered up to the main cabin after repairing the damage to her face and her hair as best she could. In the mirror in one of the minuscule heads, she looked disgustingly normal.
Without a word, Bill blasted the yacht's foghorn three long toots to summon the tug launch. "Well, was I right?"
"Right about what?" Sue asked, confused.
"Did you get seasick?" Bill asked.
She shook her head wearily. "I guess I owe you some champagne," she acknowledged.
Bill smiled insolently. "Let's just call it all even, shall we?"
They rode back to the dock in silence. Sue tried not to shift around too much on the hard seat – but sitting on her aching ass hurt, dammit. She wondered if it was really worth going on living. She had the vague feeling that suicide would somehow be letting Jerry down. It was much more fitting that she should suffer and live with her shame.
CHAPTER SEVEN
His left hand steadying the bow of the sailboat, Jerry directed the crane operator with his right, until the boat settled, still dripping, onto the canvas-padded supports of the trailer. The white flanks of the boat were dingy after a summer of use, and the dark-red anti-fouling paint on the bottom was coated with a green scum of algae.
"That's good," Jerry called after checking how the boat was resting in the cradle.
"Hey, Mr. Anderson, your crew must have left this aboard," the man that had ridden the boat aboard, throwing a scrap of cloth down to him.
Jerry grabbed the brief bikini bra out of the air and hastily wadded it up. "M-must have been my daughter. Judy," he mumbled, "Yeah, sure. Take it away, Jake, the slings are out. You're all set, Mr. Anderson."
Jerry went around and got in his car, steaming. The bra in his hand felt like a firebrand. It was not Judy's. It was Cindy's, but how it had gotten aboard his boat he couldn't imagine. He had deliberately avoided her ever since she had seduced him. She had seduced him by simply not wearing anything when she had gone swimming that day. But she hadn't come ashore half-naked, so what was half her suit doing on board?
He sure as hell couldn't explain it to Sue, and he was supposed to stop by the pool to pick her up after she cleaned out their cubicle. If he tried to put it in his pocket, that would be harder to explain than just carrying it around openly. Things had been getting a bit strained between them lately anyway.
After he perked the car and the trailer, and saw the boy he knew vaguely, a boy who had been dating Cindy recently. He asked him if Cindy was around.
"She was headed toward the Junior Yacht Club, last I saw her."
"I thought it was closed for the winter already," Jerry observed doubtfully, not wanting to be sent on a wild goose chase.
"It is, but she has a key. She said something about having lost something there."
Jerry watched the lanky youth saunter away, then headed toward the small building that was the gathering place for the teenagers. Basically, it served the same purpose, albeit non-alcoholic, that the dub bar did for the older members.
The shades were drawn. He went around to the front door. Testing it, he found it was unlocked. He went inside, squinting into the gloom.
"Cindy?" he called.
"Back here," she answered, her voice muffled. "Jerry Anderson," he called to her, walking away from the door and the comforting rectangle of light it admitted. He was a few paces across the floor when the door swung shut behind him. He whirled around, but his eyes were still not accustomed to the darkness and he couldn't see anything.
"We've been expecting you," Cindy said, bet voice suddenly quite near him.
He spun around toward the sound. "Christ, it's dark in here!" he swore. "Why don't you turn on some lights?"