"Now, isn't that sweet?" he mocked. "Little hotpants Pal baby had Terry baby limp little cockypoo in her mouth. Did her manage to make it get a little bit hard? Or did her have to be satisfied to suck the peepee out of his little soft tube?"
She realized her mistake, now. He might have gotten angry and whipped her violently. But he had chosen to ridicule her maiden sexual experience so he wouldn't have to take it seriously. She would have preferred the physical punishment, now that it was too late.
She bitterly resented his intrusion into her private world of Terry-and-Pal, and she hated herself for having unlocked the door for hint to enter. Now, she could only repress any further information, hoping that he'd give up the spiteful sarcasm and leave Terry alone – Terry the good and sweet, who was worth a dozen Paul Harshmans.
"Well? How about it? Was it fun playing doctor and nurse with little Terry? Did you like sterilizing his little instrument for him?" He gave her another pinch – much sharper and more cruelly selective. It was low on her buttock, almost into her crotch.
"Oh God!" she cried out in pain. "What do you want from me? We were kids! What difference does it make?"
"That's right!" Paul said. "Child's play. Having a real man's cock in your mouth was different, wasn't it? Come on. Admit it. There was a world of difference between having his cock and mine in your mouth, wasn't there?"
"Yes!" she said. And to herself added more: You can bet your life it was! At least he was clean and decent.
She had no more time to back-talk him in the recesses of her mind. He had slipped his hand in her crotch and was smearing her juices upward through the crack of her ass, and punching a brutal finger into her anus with each slippery trip.
She knew what that meant! He was going to fuck her in the ass!
It was one thing to have Stillwell's narrow dog-pecker shoved into that tight passage; quite another to expect it not to tear wide open with such a weapon as Paul carried!
"Oh, no! You can't really intend to stick that thing in me back there?" she asked.
"Of course I do. I have to prove that Jonas didn't get your little brown cherry after all, don't I? I do have pride, you know. You were my discovery, Pal baby. Jonas has to content himself with seconds. No, he can't really have opened you up with that toy of his. So I'm going to show you that you do still have a cherry there, and old Paul baby is going to get that cherry, just like he got the one in your virgin pussy!"
She felt the hard-soft warmth of his warhead against the tight rosebud of her asshole. It made her gulp in air quickly.
Which was another mistake. When he pressed with a hard and sudden fury, it ripped aside the gripping wrinkles of her anus muscles and plunged inside for over an inch, making the lungfuls of air whoosh out of her in an agonized scream.
"Oh-h-h! No-o-o-o! God, that hurts!" she moaned.
"You ain't felt nothin' yet, Pal baby!" he promised.
Then he shoved his murderous prick into her another two inches. She could feel the tortured little pink ring of her asshole being turned inside out as his large thick cock frictioned it inward with the thrust.
"Aa-agh-gh-h-h!" she yelled, then gasped in more air. "You're splitting my ass wide open! It's killing me!"
"Don't you believe it!" he told her. "You thought it was so painful when I took your other cherry, too. But you lived through it, didn't you?"
"A girl's pussy is made for that sort of thing," she said, then sucked in more air in little gasps, blurting out words in between the panting breaths.
"A cunt has to stretch to accommo… date a baby, so it's… naturally flexi… ble, but this is… different. It's… not natural!"
"If you want it to feel more natural, then try to shit me out of here!" he taunted. "Make it easy on yourself."
The idea appealed to her. He was less than shit in her estimation, the way she felt about him now.
She strained to eject his meaty fullness from her rebelling rectum. As the effort opened her bowel muscles, he plunged on in deeper, coming up with a thump as his pubic bone struck her buttocks.
"That's more like it, Pal baby!" he encouraged her. "Now, just keep on trying to fart me out of you, and we'll both have some fun!"
She had to alit to herself that it had been much less painful when she had taken up his challenge to eject him. So, in self-defense, she kept up the muscular efforts to repel the meaty turd from her bowels.
But each time it seemed to be almost out of her, it squeegeed back up inside. Each time it returned, it felt as if it went even deeper. Then his hand was squishing around in the sloppy nest of her crotch, dipping at the slimy flesh with all fingers and shoving as many as three finger at a tune up into her vagina.
At some points she wasn't sure which hurt the most – his multi-fingering of her little-used cunt, or his thick, meaty fucking of her virtually virginal ass.
"That's the girl!" he panted, reveling in the feel of the clasping bowels and sphincter around his rock-hard cock, and licking his lips as he almost tasted the juicy fluids which were pouring out of her vagina over his hand and wrist.
Pal grew excited with the plain physical fullness that invaded her two openings. It stirred up every nerve in her loins and belly.
"Oh-h-h! What a feeling! I'm so full everywhere! Yes-s-s! Fuck it in there. Fuck it deeper! Oh-h-h! I can't stand it I want to come and shit at the same time."
She was growing hysterical with the terrible pressures building up in her lower torso. It was the most agonizingly swollen feeling she had ever had.
Paul could feel the rubbery wet claspings on his cock and his fingers, and knew that she was passionately open to him at both doors. It made him want to pull out and shove his prick into her hot, pulsing cunt, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the tight clutching of her rear passage.
Just as he thought he might be able to make this last for quite a while a bubble of gas escaped from her as his cock was pulled back with the head just inside her tight pink muscular donut.
The wild fart breezed around the sensitive glans just as he started to thrust it back into her. It was just enough of an added sensation to unlock his loins.
Pal felt her swelling tissues burst somewhere in the depths, then it all started to drain out of her with a whoosh. She was deliriously joyful with the sensation. Then Paul burst inside her.
It was a gut-rending explosion of rocket-bursts, and she felt the hot spurts of his come squeezing deeper up inside her, and melting back out around the fleshy shaft of his invading cock.
She screamed her impossibly joyous feelings as the whole world grew purplish red and then disappeared, leaving her alone with no body and no feelings – suspended in space like a cloud.
Paul had pulled his dripping, limp prick out of her completely relaxed anus as she fell away and collapsed on her left side. She lay there as if dead, but her belly was hewing and he heard a little gurgle as involuntary muscles of her vagina squeezed a bit of fluid out past her swollen cuntlips.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and waited until she began to moan with the return of consciousness.
When she was aware of things enough to raise her head, she took a look over her sweaty, nude body at him, then let her cheek fall back on the sheet again.
"Now, Pal baby, you might be able to say that your rear cherry is gone. You have been had by Uncle Paul in both doors. So, who owns you, wench?" He cracked her on the soft, rounded curve of her right buttock with the flat of his hand.
"You do!" she yelled.
"Fine. And if you're ever asked, be sure you remember that."
He got up and left, closing the door behind him. She lay there, uncanny, waiting for the world to end or to eject her from it. Either one would do.