"Now reach back and spread your cheeks," he said firmly.
She gasped and curved her fingers on the heavy domes of her ass, easing them apart to show a tight, dark ring of muscle, tormented by thoughts of what was to come. The feel of his enormous prick still burned in her throat.
"Relax!" He wiggled a finger at the lips of her trembling shithole.
"Hhhhuuuuggghhh?" How could she relax? Even a tiny finger made her squirm. What would happen when she felt the power of his big cock? "Hhhhhhoooooo!"
The pain had eased. Rhonda gasped in relief and raised her ass to feel more of his wiggling finger. It jangled her nerves and made a tinkling sound like little bells. "I like it!" she croaked in wander. "Ooooh, I like your finger up my ass!"
"Then see if you like this!" He jerked his finger out and prodded her ass with the head of his big prick.
She groaned loudly. God, it burned like molten steel. It pushed and spread her puckered lips. It swelled and strained the squirming tube beyond. "Oooooh, God!" she cried. "Oooooooh, slit! Dan! Dan, please… it hurts!"
"Oh, yeah?" He didn't care. "Like what your bitching lawyer tried to do to me?"
"Yes, I guess… oh, shit! Dan, I'm sorry!" He was maybe half inside. She could feel the taut sleeve of her ass writhe in tormented delight. The first wave was pain, then spreading warmth. Her shithole burned and begged for more.
She got it! Dan lunged and drove it clear to the root, twisting his damp pad of prick hair hard against the upraised softness of her ass.
"Hhhhhhhaaaaaaa!" she yelled.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
"You like it…" he said in a voice half-choked with surprise.
"Yes. Oh, shit… YES… I love it! Drive it in! Rape my ass with your big prick. Do it. Do it hard. Do it anyway you want!"
Dan dove at her with a quick series of deep thrusts. Rhonda felt her eyes bulge and fill with tears from the fury of his spearing prick. "Hhhhhhhooooooo," she said in a low moan of mounting joy. "I love your hot cock!"
"Even when it tastes like cunt?" he asked.
"Yes… yes. It's even better that way! Ooooooohhh!" Her voice warbled in time with his ass-ripping stabs.
"That was Cindy's cunt you tasted," he said.
"I don't care!" She didn't. Rhonda's newly awakened passions blazed intensely. "You can fuck her… fuck anyone you want… as long as you come back to me!"
Her pleading wail melted the last icy nerve in Dan's body. He fucked harder and faster than before, driving, and twisting and hearing her scream with savage delight.
Rhonda had been shocked at first, thinking that Dan had fucked their daughter. But like his big cock slamming in and out of her ass – once she got used to it, it made her mind swirl in a cyclone of lusty desire.
And his frank confession eased her mind in another way. Because as good as Dan was with that big cock of his, Rhonda still yearned to fuck with her young son!
Brad got to the burger joint the next day at noon. Gil and Todd were waiting in the corner booth. Lewd grins curved their lips, and warm juice dripped from the burgers they were wolfing down.
"You're late!" Gil said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He was a big kid. Not tall, but heavy and strong. Todd looked more like a limber whip.
"Couldn't help it," Brad said. "I was watching the house. Mr. Benton didn't leave until just now."
"Must have been a hard night," Todd said. "Hard on that sex-pot wife of his."
"Yeah," Brad agreed. "I watched them say good-bye, and it looked like she'd been through her wringer."
"Haaa, haaa," Gil laughed. "Just think how she'll look when he gets home!"
Laura took a warm shower when Rod left, and gazed curiously at her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she dried herself with a fleecy white towel.
The red welts from her beating the night before had faded, but could still be seen. Her skin tingled from the memory of that experience. At first it hurt, hurt like bloody hell! But she had warmed to her feeling of helplessness, and to the lusty frenzy of desire it inspired in Rod. He had never been more brutally demanding, or more satisfying to her savage needs.
She dressed and started to straighten up the bedroom. She unpacked a few boxes, arranged things on the closet shelf and then took the empty cartons out back. When she reentered the house, Brad Wilson and two kids she'd never seen before were waiting in the living room.
"Oh, Brad…" she said, looking uncertainly at the other two. "I wasn't expecting you."
He looked down, avoiding her eyes, and he shuffled his feet. "I… we thought you might need some help. This is Gil and Todd, friends of mine from school."
"Gil… Todd," she repeated. "I'm pleased to meet you. And, yes. Oh, yes! I can use all the help I can get."
"We thought so," Gil said. He'd appointed himself leader of the group. "Brad here told us all about you."
"Oh, did he?" She seemed unconcerned. Laura walked back to the bedroom and continued unpacking. With Gil in the lead, the other three followed.
Gil was rough looking, built strong and hard, like a linebacker, or a wrestler. A tangle of coarse dark hair filled the open vee of his shirt collar.
Todd looked more like a snake, long and lithe. He watched her with darting, deep-set eyes and gave her a sly, knowing grin when their hungry gazes met.
Brad seemed out of place. He looked younger than the other two. Less certain. More unsure. She had the feeling that he'd rather leave than take part in what the trio had planned. That shy uncertainty is what had attracted her to him, beside his flesh and handsome young good looks.
She liked young boys not only for their strength and vigor, but also because she could mold them, shape them, make them do exactly as she wished. But this time, Laura had a feeling the experience would be completely different.
Laura had left the ropes coiled and hanging on the bedpost. Red marks still burned around her wrists. Gil spotted the signs right away. "Looks like the lady likes it rough," he said.
"Hey, yeah…" Todd grabbed a coil of rope and fingered it anxiously.
"Don't get the wrong idea," she told them. Gil came forward with a menacing look in his eye. Laura backed away.
"Grab her!" Gil said.
Any reluctance Brad might have felt vanished in a flash. He grabbed her roughly from behind, one arm circled low around her waist, the other hand cupped hard on one full tit.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" Laura cried. She tried to struggle free, but his grip was far too strong. She writhed excitedly and felt her pussy juices start to flow.
Gil sniffed and laughed. "I told you so. Smell that cunt!" Laura was wearing shorts and a flimsy halter top. He grabbed the cloth in the soft valley between her tits and jerked it off, despite Brad's mauling grip on one heaving boob, with a quick snap.
"What…" Laura squirmed in Brad's strong grasp, blindly flailing her arms. Tod snared her wrists with a loop of rope and pulled it tight.
"Want her spread-eagled on the bed?" Todd asked.
"NO!" Laura shouted. She wasn't ready for that again so soon. Not with three of them.
Gil agreed. "No, if we tie her down like that, it'll be too hard to get at her pretty ass!"
Laura felt a nervous wave in the cramped tube of her shitter and her pussy seethed with warmth. "Put her on her side," he said. "Tie both arms to the top of the bed on one side, and tie both legs on the other side at the foot."
"Nooooooo!" Laura protested. Hot breath gushed from her lungs when Brad squeezed, lifting her. Then he dumped her on the bed. "Please, no!" she cried, but it was too late. Todd already had her wrists securely bound.
Gil stepped in and pulled off her shorts, panties and all. Laura's bare pussy mound quaked, damp and warm in its flood of strongly scented oil. He wet his lips and watched while Todd circled the bed to tie her feet.