"Yeah, it's virgin, all right," Jack was muttering to himself, staring at the tiny brown ring of his wife's quaking asshole. "Gotta open it up a little." He probed at the fear-tensed pucker with one finger, trying to worm it up inside.
"Stop… stop… it harts!" Pam shrieked as she felt the first harsh pressure against her tender nether parts.
"Hold still, Goddamn it!" Jack snarled, hitting her hard on the rump with the flat of his hand. Pam yelped in new pain, a vivid red splotch spreading across her smooth white ass-cheek. Afraid of another blow, she forced herself to hold still while Jack ruthlessly worked one finger up into the cringing girl's pain-racked rectum. She bit her lips in agony while he busily slid his digit in and out, stretching the tight little hole. After a few strokes, she found the pain was just bearable, as she widened, and hoped he would be satisfied with that.
But already Jack was fondling his dangling cock with his free hand, stroking it into hard readiness. When it finally jutted out from his strong young loins like a fleshy spear, he moved forward, lining the swollen tip up with his wife's defenselessly bared anus.
"Ooohhhhh… please don't do this awful thing, Jack," she begged. "I'll do anything else you want."
"You're fucking right, you will…" Jack snarled, "after I fuck you in the ass. And the first thing you'll do is get me that promotion. J.B. made a deal with me." He let his words sink into his wife's unbelieving brain. "He said if I let him fuck you, he'll make me vice-president. Do you hear?"
Pam heard her husband's words with stunned disbelief. My God! He's trading me off like a piece of furniture! she thought in horror. To that dirty old man! At that moment, Pam's marriage dissolved around her, leaving her in total despair. It no longer mattered much to her what Jack was about to do. Everything else was ruined. Why not let him tear her body apart, too? She knelt in total subservience before her half-mad husband as he readied his final assault. Pam didn't make a sound as he began the terrible pressure that would inevitably end up with his rock-hard penis buried up between her quivering ass-cheeks. Stoically, she felt herself stretch and stretch as Jack's bulbous cock-head drove relentlessly against her nakedly helpless asshole.
But she couldn't help screaming as Jack's straining cock finally popped up inside the vainly resisting muscles of her rectum, filling her with a white-hot lance of unbearable pain. She thrashed wildly on the bed, struggling madly to get away as Jack relentlessly shoved further and further up into her twitching bowels. But it was hopeless. Max's heavy arms held her pinned prone on the bed, chuckling as he watched her futile struggle.
When he had his aching member all the way into his wife's obscenely stretched rectum, Jack halted for a moment, staring down at his swollen purplish shaft, jutting back out of the lovely young woman's white, softly swelling buttocks. His eyes bulging with excitement, the panting young husband was filled with an overwhelming sense of power and strength. This is how to treat the fucking hitches! he thought exultantly. Hurt 'em! Make 'em yell! All his life he had been searching for power, and here it was in its most perfect form – the ability to inflict pain on a weaker person! Jack lovingly drew his cock part way out of his wife's painfully shuddering asshole, watching some of her tender pink inner flesh sucked out with it, and then he suddenly pounded his hips forward, impaling Pam to the hilt with his mighty shaft. She screamed again.
Sickened by watching a degrading spectacle about which she could do nothing, Anna threw on her clothes and ran from the room, heading for her house across the street, her mind screaming for her to find some way to stop her young friend's painful humiliation. She had darted inside the door and closed it behind her when she saw a letter lying on the floor beneath the mail slot. She would have passed it by, but something about it caught her eye.
It had her father's return address.
Anna picked it up, tore it open, and scanned the first few lines.
"Dear daughter," it stated. "You know I don't like to interfere in your private life, but I've recently learned from a mutual friend that you are living with Max Flaherty. I think there are a few things you should know about that man." And then the letter went on, line after line to describe how, years ago, Max had committed a serious crime, a murder. Being under an obligation to Max at the time, her father had kept the matter secret, but felt that now, under the circumstances, Anna should know. All the evidence was there, roughly the same as Max had shown Anna.
But he had twisted the facts! It was Max who was guilty, not her father!
Anna cursed herself for not having had more faith in her father and brought the whole thing to his attention long ago. It would have saved her months of agony with Max. And it would probably have saved Pam as well.
But it's not too late! she thought excitedly. She started back out the door, but quickly got hold of herself. No point in jumping from the frying pan into the fire, she cautioned herself. She found what she hoped was a secure hiding place for her father's letter, and then went to her room and began to paw through the back of a drawer.
She had something there she'd been saving for a showdown with Max!
***Pam lay whimpering beneath her husband's frenzied thrusts. It wasn't the pain that brought her tears – that had diminished long ago. It was the despair of finally knowing what kind of man Jack was – a conniving opportunist who would stop short of nothing to further his ambitions – even forcing his wife to become the unwilling mistress of a loathsome old man she despised. That and the humiliation. Pam knew what a spectacle she must make, held down by Max, her buttocks thrust obscenely into the air, her ass-cheeks spread lewdly as Jack repeatedly thrust his big member again and again up into her plundered asshole. Pam considered this moment the low point of her entire life, and the only thing she was happy about was that it wasn't Max pounding his cock into her defenseless rear. That would almost certainly have killed her.
Jack was in a considerably different mood as he fucked wildly into his blonde young wife's forever-stretched rectum. He sank his fingers into the soft elastic flesh of her bulging white ass-cheeks, savoring the sleek feel of her soft tender skin. He knew from the way his cock was growing and the tingling in his tightly drawn ball-sack that he was going to cum soon – going to shoot his hot load up into his whimpering little wife's guts. Things were going to be different from now on, he thought. This proud little bitch was going to lay down and beg for everything she got. She had defied him too long. Feeling ten feet tall, Jack dug his toes into the carpet and launched into the last few strokes that he knew would finally make him pop his nuts.
Pam also realized her husband was about to cum – fill her nether parts with the hot defiling semen she no longer wanted. Knowing she had no choice but to take it, the humiliated young girl determined that she would not give her husband the satisfaction of reacting in any way to what he was doing to her. The pain was no longer a problem – it was more or less gone. But it had been replaced by a strange numbing feeling far up in her plundered body that Pam regretfully had to identify as pleasure – an odd tingling pleasure that seemed to turn her inside out. I could cum this way, she told herself, hut I'll he damned if I will! Glancing over at Max, she saw to her disgust that he had his enormous cock in his hand, enthusiastically pumping it as he held her down with his other hand. Max was enjoying himself in the only way he knew how.
The eyes of the two men met. They stared at one another for a long moment, and then Jack knew it was time. His awesomely swollen cock began to jerk inside Pam's tight rectal passage and he could feel his testicles begin to shudder below, pumping up the hot sperm. Holding tightly to Pam's trapped little ass, he rammed into her for all he was worth, burying his cock to the hilt, flattening her ass-cheeks with his lean hard loins. As his boiling semen gushed up into his cliffs hitherto unused back passage, Jack glanced over at Max and saw that the big man was cumming, too. His thick white cum shot out of the end of his wildly jerking penis and sprayed all over Pam's back, flecking her with its slippery wetness.