How long was his cock? It kept going, in and in, while Mary's whole body cried out in pain. P.J. grunted from the effort as he drove his pole of cock into her bowels.
At last the searing pain of forced anal penetration stopped. The agony ebbed to a dull throbbing from her asshole to the depths of her belly. She sighed. Even this low insistent pain was like heaven after the agony she had just undergone. "Jesus fuck, what a tight little butt!" P.J. exclaimed. He rotated his hips, stirring his prick around and around in Mary's rump. She tried to scream around Tanya's ever-probing tongue. "God, that's fine! Get your mouth on this little whore's pussy and see if you can whip up some interest on her pad."
Tanya obeyed instantly, slithering down to fasten her head over Mary's upturned, gaping cunt. The long raven hair fell tickling over Mary's crotch. Lines of pleasure began to shoot through the dull haze of pain as Tanya's agile tongue went to work.
Mary was almost at the point of forgetting the prick shoved up her ass when P.J. started to pull out. Somehow it hurt worse than before. It was as if a million tiny barbs were trying to hold the prick inside her, tearing at the lining of her ass channel.
Tanya's tongue was like a living flame, questing deep into the oily mysteries of Mary's cunt, slithering and spiraling.
What's happening to me? Mary thought in a delirium of pain and pleasure. How can I hurt so horribly and feel so good at the same time? Had the pain in her rump driven her mad? Or had the equally maddening delight of Tanya lovingly devouring her boiling, juicy twat?
Inflamed with lust, P.J. flicked away at the teenager's ass with the power and precision of a jack hammer. What a tight fit! The dryness of Mary's butthole scraped his prick, the million small motions she made as she tried to writhe away from the pain seemed to grind his cock to nothing. The spectacle of Tanya humiliating this pretty blonde gash, then forcing her to eat pussy and like it, had given him his best hard-on in years.
And now he was making the most of it!
Tanya's lips closed on Mary's blood-gorged clit, sucking on it hard. Mary moaned and undulated. The brunette's tongue teased the clit while incredible suction thrilled it.
Mary came before she realized she was about to.
Her scream was half from the relentless pain in her ass, half from the glorious fury of the climax that wrenched her. "It hurts! God, my ass hurts! But I'm coming!"
Tanya tongued her furiously as orgasm after orgasm exploded in her cunt. Rippling waves of pleasure rolled down her cunt. Orgasm clenched Mary's ass impossibly tighter around the invading bar of prick.
"Oh, my God!" yelled P.J. as his cock was strangled. A long forceful jet of jizz was sucked from the head of his prick. He fought to pull out as his prong blew blast after blast of creamy jism into Mary's butt.
The fat man's prick jerked free of Mary's churning butt. Orgasm kept Mary twisting and turning as more come sprayed from P.J.'s prick, all over her gaping gash and Tanya's gobbling, greedy mouth. A spurt of hot come hit the gaunt brunette on the cheek.
She turned her head. "Let me drink it, P.J.!" she cried pleadingly. "Let me taste your cum!"
Eyes closed blissfully, P.J. fucked his exploding prick across the fisted pucker of Mary's asshole. He just couldn't keep coming! His prick fountained milky jizz in a pulsing stream, arcing through the air into Tanya's open, eager mouth. Her sharp chin was stuck into Mary's cunt, and the blonde girl thrashed in ecstasy as she kept coming.
Finally P.J. was exhausted. He sat back with a heavy sigh. Tanya licked greedily around Mary's twat, lapping up every white gobbet that had escaped her open mouth. When Mary's twat and perineum were cleaned of jizz, she moved down and licked up the sticky stream of sperm that had leaked from Mary's asshole.
Mary opened her emerald eyes as Tanya started to work her tongue into her asshole. The wetness soothed the pain that still throbbed there. Mary's back ached from the position her thighs were in.
The warm afterglow of climax flowed through her. But she knew that when it faded, the pain from her violated rectum would be intense.
Some day, she promised herself again. Some day!
CHAPTER SIX
"Hi, are you Marti Rheinhardt?" asked the young man at Mary's door.
She looked at him in surprise, then dropped her gaze. "Yes," she said, "come right on in." He stepped through the door and she closed it behind him. She kept her face down.
Her cheeks were burning. God, he's handsome, she thought. He's beautiful! What's he doing, coming to a… a hooker?
The young man stopped in the middle of her floor and stood smiling bashfully at her. Heart pounding, Mary forced herself to look at her customer.
He was as good as her first impression of him. He wasn't tall an inch or two over her own five-six. He was slender, with long dark brown hair framing a long handsome face, beard and moustache around a strong, kind-looking mouth. His eyes were the deepest, most intense blue Mary had ever seen. They reminded Mary of deep pools, and suddenly she wanted to drown herself in them.
It wasn't that he was breathtakingly handsome. It was just something about him, the way he held himself maybe, or perhaps an aura of strength and warmth and generosity that surrounded him, that overpowered the girl.
"P-please sit down, make yourself comfortable," Mary faltered. "Can I get you a drink?"
"No, thank you," the young man said, seating himself on the couch. "I'm just on my lunch hour. Don't want to have liquor on my breath when I go back."
He's just another customer, Mary said to herself. Nothing to get worked up over. Just a lousy john who's hired your snatch for a lunch-hour quickie. Then why do I feel this way?
"I'll turn off the TV," she said, and turned to do as she said. Then she stopped. Every muscle in her body tensed.
Her uncle was on the television. He stood behind a podium, talking while reporters cameras flashed.
She heard the low, familiar voice: "… stem the tide of filth that threatens to overwhelm our society. The action today in closing these bookstores is just the first step in our program to combat the depraved menace of pornography, which saps the very mor…"
His voice died with a click as Mary switched off the TV. She was dead white, and shaking all over.
"Is something the matter?" The young man's voice held genuine concern.
Mary spun, almost falling back against the TV set. "Nothing," she said, forcing a smile. "I'm just fine."
She walked toward him, swaying her hips. The short green skirt flounced around the tops of her thighs as she walked. Her legs were tan from hours by the apartment pool, and she knew she looked good.
She was supposed to act enticing and seductive, to make the johns feel irresistible and macho. But this was no act. She wanted this man to desire her! She hungered to have him inside her, to have him mount her and fuck her with fierce passion.
Mary was barely able to restrain herself from tearing off his clothes as she sat down beside him.
His pants leg brushed her bare thigh, sending chills down her spine. "What's your name?" she asked in a low voice, staring deep into his eyes.
"My name's Kirk," he said in his low, masculine voice. He had a pleasant hint of a West Texas accent. "Sorry. Must have forgot my manners."
"That's all right," Mary purred. She rubbed against him like a cat. Her fingers sought the buttons of his shirt. They were trembling with excitement.
"What would you like, Kirk, baby?" she asked. Beneath his shirt his body was lean and muscular. His chest was covered with curly black hair. "Anything in particular?"
"I don't care," he said, sounding embarrassed. "I just came down here kind of as a dare. Some of the guys in the office were talking about how good the the girls here were. Teased me about it, till I finally said I'd come down and try it out."