Corby, in lewd triumph, sensed her horror and dug his hands into her shoulders, pressing them hard against the mattress; she could not move. His hands coursed greedily down over her defenseless buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny puckered anal mouth stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness. And then suddenly it felt as if a tree trunk were trying to burst into her body.
"Oooohhh… NO! Noooooo!!" she screamed. "It's too big! Oh, my God! Noooooo!"
But there was no escape. His thighs thrust her thighs forward; his arms held her hips back at his. She was helpless.
"Push back!" he yelled.
She could barely think. Every way was pain and more pain. She pushed back and opened her ass as if by deliberate effort, that final centimeter. It was like flicking a Band-Aid off a wound. His penis surged right into her rectum, solid and painful, but at least he could not go any further.
Julie's breath hissed in and out from between her tightly clenched teeth. It was like having her asshole shored up with huge supports, like some giant battering ram. She groaned in anguish, hung on the end of the rock hard cock like a pig on a giant roasting spit.
Corby began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never felt so low and debased in her life as he levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his punishing cock into her with long smooth strokes.
"Aaaarrrggghhh…" he groaned. "God, it's tight!" he hissed, throwing his head back in ecstasy from the hot clasping flesh enveloping it. She couldn't stand the pain much longer. She had to end it, she had to and she prayed for the stretch to please him. She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his loins. She began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in tiny circles. She even began to feel excited through the pain.
Kneeling above her, Corby watched the reddish skin of the little round hole drawn back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want to come out. He watched his prick disappear right up her ass with every stroke. It went right in so that not a half inch of it showed and then it moved about in her tight resistant passage with the knob straining out as if it were going to burst.
He began to rub rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers, squeezing the spare flesh into odd shapes. His mouth opened and wouldn't close again. His breath whirled out of it in long, broken gasps. He stared at her slender body as he spread the thighs wide and pulled her buttocks apart even more with his hands. He wanted to skewer her like a carcass, split her body wide open. His prick was huge and heavy, loaded with weight as if it had ripened in the last seconds.
"Oh, Christ!" he gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after wave into the depths of her rectum. She knelt slave-like in front of him, her buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal hole, filling her soft rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. He groaned his final delight and collapsed on top of her, crushing her ravished body flat down against the mattress.
"I wanta fuck 'er now," the desk clerk's voice came from the doorway. "That is, if you fellas don't mind."
"Mind?" Corby panted. "Not if you give me my couple of bucks back for the room."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Fuck you, Joshua! Don't you have any better sense than that?" Ertha cursed. She clasped the telephone in her hand restraining herself from cursing further.
"Hey, don't get hot with me, Ertha! I can't help it he took her to a hotel."
"The poor chick is in a nervous state. And it's your fault! Christ, now I don't know what to do with her!"
She took the phone and walked down the hallway to the massage room, putting her ear to the door.
Loud wet sounds emanated from inside.
"O.K. She's busy now but she'll have time at nine tonight."
She hung up and placed the phone back on the hook. Then she returned to the den door.
Julie was finishing her last customer for the day… good! All she needed now was a few drinks in her in the morning and then for the rest of the day anything, and that meant anything, was fine with her. Ertha had never seen anyone change so quickly in her life. After she'd finally returned from the night at the hotel, she hadn't been the same since. From that night on, she had lapsed into a catatonic state that lasted for two days in which she rarely spoke, except to degrade herself. Then one morning she'd gotten up, just as though nothing had ever happened, except for the fact that she seemed distracted and vague.
Ertha had found her at the breakfast table downing a glass of burgundy wine. She turned and studied Ertha silently. "I want to be fucked… don't care who it is."
In her loins she felt a dull aching, a need to have a big cock churning high in her cunt. All her other feelings had gone, almost burned out by the sequence of shocks she had been through. All that was left was the physical and Julie had an overwhelming need to quell the fury in her belly.
Ertha had shrugged and tried her with an old customer that afternoon, watching through a slit in the door to make sure that all went well and that Julie didn't do anything odd. But everything had gone perfectly and Ertha couldn't tell if Julie was faking when she begged the man to fuck her. She smiled goodbye to the man, picked up the money and smiled to herself.
Every day she begged Ertha to let her see more and more customers complaining that there weren't enough to appease the strange, hungering lust in her loins. What Ertha didn't see were the tears that Julie shed when she was alone in her room waiting for the next customer. Something had snapped inside her and there was just enough vestige of her former self left in her to make her regret the sad condition she had come to, but not enough to enable her to control herself. Alcohol was the element that fused her personalities, making the day one long blur… a succession of cocks that impaled her, making her whisper and cry out until orgasm once more gave her a reality to hang onto.
Ertha tried to convince Julie to quit drinking, telling her that for one thing it would ruin her looks, and secondly, her insides would age too fast. Julie nodded as if she'd heard, but her blank, expressionless eyes told another story. She just wanted to go and lie down and wait for the next customer.
Julie took a nip out of her private bottle that she kept in her dresser. Her mind was practically blank as it nearly always was these days. Thinking was such a painful process. But there was that now, ever constant, tingling between her legs, reminding her without cease that she was still a human being, still a woman and with a woman's needs.
Tonight, though she didn't know it, there would be no customers, and Ertha had not felt well all day, preferring to stay in her room and nurse her cold. It was the first day off either of them had for two months now. Ertha found it a relief, but Julie was pained.
And so when the door bell rang at seven thirty and a customer insisted on service, Julie took it upon herself to satisfy him. By now, her services had gone beyond mere massage, stretching to more complicated kinds of sex. He'd satisfied her… momentarily. When he left, she lay on the sofa staring at the ceiling in a semi-stupor. It seemed like only seconds when the doorbell rang a second time.