Her hand tangled in my hair, she kept my head forced up, my face turned to Gina. Gina slapped me again, harder this time. And again. And again, harder, with the back of her hand, hitting me so hard my head spun. I felt sobs surging up in the back of my throat; Gina hit me again and again and again until I couldn’t hold them down. My eyes filled with tears and sobs wracked my naked body.
“The little bitch starts to cry,” Gina said mockingly. “He wasn’t crying a minute ago when he told me I had to fuck him. Still want me to fuck you, Bob? Still want to make your wife’s girlfriend put out for you?”
I couldn’t answer; my eyes were blinded with tears and my whole body shook from the sobs that assaulted me. Brooke held my hair while Gina slapped me again, again, again, a dozen more times, harder each time as she wrenched my sobs out of me. I cried even harder when she pinched my cheeks between her thumb and forefinger and Brooke yanked my head back again. Gina hovered over me, pursed her lips, and let a great string of spit slip out from between them. The spit hit me, warm and wet, right on my cheek. Then she hawked, pursed her lips again, and spat, harder this time, a thick glob striking the bridge of my nose and oozing down.
Brooke held me while Gina administered another round of slaps, hitting my face harder each time. I could feel my face, red and already bruising, each sting of pain sending waves of shame through me.
Then Gina paused, bent over, and spat on my face again. I heard Brooke hawking, too, bending over me. I shut my eyes tight and felt a glob of my wife’s spit strike my face. Then another, and another. Soon my face was covered with their spit, and I was sobbing harder than ever.
“Oh, maybe he thinks if he cries enough, I’ll go back to sucking his dick. Do you think I should go back to sucking his dick again, Brooke?”
Brooke laughed, pulling my head back even more roughly. She hawked and spat one more time, a big glob covering my face. I sobbed hysterically, my crying reduced to pathetic whimpers by the big gag in my mouth.
“I think he’s the one who needs to suck dick,” she said. “You shouldn’t ever suck him again. I say we turn him into a cocksucker.”
“Agreed,” said Gina. “He obviously needs it.”
With that, Brooke pulled the buckle of my ball gag and yanked it out of my mouth. I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could, the gag was replaced by Gina’s cock. She shoved it into me so hard I couldn’t help but swallow it; when the head spread open the tight entrance to my throat, I gagged, my stomach seizing. Brooke held my head tight so I couldn’t move. Gina forced her cock into my throat, not even caring that I was gagging and choking around it, my throat spasming around her shaft as she fucked my face.
“Not much of a deep-throater, is he?”
“He’ll learn,” said Brooke.
Gina mounted the bed, leaning against the headboard and spreading her legs so she could hunker down and pump her hips, properly fucking my throat open wide. Once I was in position, Brooke let go of my hair and Gina seized it, keeping my head in the right position, throat stretched out and straightened, for her to rape it. Brooke climbed off of me and I heard a drawer opening; somehow, I knew what was coming. I heard the snap of a latex glove, the gurgling sound of lube being poured on it—the lube I used when I managed to talk Brooke into letting me fuck her in the ass.
“He’s always been real big on anal sex,” growled Brooke as she roughly pried open my cheeks, exposing my sensitive asshole. “I let him put it in me there, now and then, just to shut him up.”
“Let’s show him what it’s like,” said Gina, fucking my face more roughly than ever. She pinched my nose so I couldn’t breathe, and I felt my lungs burning and my head pounding as she controlled my breath, only letting me gasp for air in the moments when her cock slid out of my throat.
Brooke slicked up her hand and I felt her fingers forcing their way into my ass. I squealed deep in my throat behind Gina’s cock, but my wife wasn’t interested in my protests.
“Look, the little piggy’s still hard,” she said, her free hand caressing my balls and stroking my shaft. “He’s always wanted me to make him my bitch. Isn’t that right, Bob?”
“Of course he did,” Gina answered for me. “Why do you think he’s such an asshole all the time? He knew if he was enough of a dick you’d finally snap. If he pushed hard enough you’d eventually flip him. He’s been waiting for it all these years, baby.”
“Oh, yeah, darling,” sighed Brooke, stroking my cock. “This is what you’ve always needed, isn’t it? To be ass-fucked and raped in your throat?”
There was no answer possible—and Brooke didn’t care.
She was pumping her fingers deep into my ass, moving them in circles so my ass stretched wider with each stroke. “That’s two fingers,” she said. “Now let’s try three. Think you can take it, Bob?”
Gina was still pinching my nose, still fucking my throat; there was no chance of my giving an answer. All I could do was lay there as my wife forced three fingers into my tight ass, stretching me painfully. She added more lube and chuckled.
“I think this little pig is going to take more. He’s lucky I’ve got small hands. Here’s four, darling. Open wide!”
With that, Brooke roughly shoved all four of her fingers into my ass. I felt my sphincter stretching, my ass opened wide by her hand. I struggled against the bonds, but with all four limbs tied and Gina deep in my throat, there was little I could do. I felt more lube poured between my cheeks, and my ass stretched more as my wife began to fuck my ass roughly with her hand.
“Think I can get my fist in here?” asked Brooke playfully. “I don’t know, he’s pretty tight-assed…”
“Oh, you can get it in there,” laughed Gina. “If you shove hard enough.”
I uttered a helpless groan of protest as I felt my ass stretching still more. Brooke forced her thumb into me, pointing her fingers just so, pumping in and out as she added still more lube, twisting her hand in rapidly widening circular motions as she forced my ass open.
“Get ready, darling,” she cooed. “You’re about to become my fucking bitch. They say a man’s never the same after he’s been fucked in the ass. I bet it’s even more true once he takes a fist in there.”
I squealed, and Gina pinched my nose harder, ramming her cock deep into my throat to shut me up. Brooke shoved, and I felt my asshole stretching, protesting—and then giving way. Her hand sank into me and my whole body shuddered as I took her fist. I heard Brooke giggling, and Gina leaned over me so she could high-five Brooke’s free hand. I felt lube splattering over my ass. Brooke pushed deeper into me, her fist filling me, sliding in almost to the elbow.
“Sweet Jesus,” said Brooke, stroking my cock. “He’s still hard.”
“Think he deserves a hand-job?” asked Gina.
“Absolutely not. Untie his hands.”
Gina’s cock was still deep in my throat as she leaned over and pulled the buckles open. My hands hung limp, arms stretched out to the side. I didn’t move, afraid Brooke’s hand in my ass would hurt me if I tried.
And afraid the pleasure flowing through me would stop.
I’d never been fucked in the ass before. I’d certainly never been fisted. And I’d never dreamed it could make my cock so fucking hard.
I felt Brooke’s hand against the head of my cock. She used her fingers to guide the tight stretch of a condom down my shaft.
“Beat off, darling,” she said. “Beat off with my fist in your ass.”
I didn’t move, just laid there, not believing what was happening as Gina slowly eased her cock out until the head rested between my lips. I couldn’t move. I was frozen. It was one thing to be raped by my wife, forced to take her fist in my ass. It was the worst thing I could ever have dreamed of. But for her to know how much I was loving it, to know that I could stroke myself to orgasm while I was being so brutally violated—that was even worse than I could have imagined.