He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up and back against him as she cried out in pain. He slid his arms underneath her armpits and brought his hands up and back behind her head, jerking her back hard against him. His cock rammed up into her asshole, his balls mashing against the underside of her buttocks.
He held her there, then bent her back as he ground his loins against her ass, twisting his cock inside her anus. He pulled back even harder, bowing her back to the point of breaking as he pumped his boner inside her rectal tunnel.
His hard thrusts actually lifted her off her knees, his prick stabbing straight up into her and making her jerk upwards. He sneered and laughed, ignoring her whimpering please for relief, then he suddenly pulled his arms away, letting her fall back onto the rug. He gripped her hips tightly as he pistoned his fuck-pole down her anus with furious energy, his hips bruising her soft ass meat as he skewered the sobbing blonde.
He groaned in relief as a thick wad of cum spewed out of his cock tip and pumped down into her rectum. Wad after wad sprayed her ass tunnel with its sticky whiteness until he had emptied himself inside her.
"Ahhhhhhhh," he sighed, easing his pumping, leaving his cock buried inside her as he leaned forward, his hands pressing down on her shoulders.
"That was good, slut," he sighed. "Bet you liked that, huh, on your knees gettin' a good hard one up the ass, that's just what you needed."
He let his cock soften inside her, not eager to pull it free from her snug, warm anus, then he felt a pressure from his bladder. He smiled broadly.
"Uh oh, Cotta go, where. Gotta take a piss. Here it comes. Get ready."
Her eyes widened in shock. Surely he… surely he couldn't. Nobody could be so perverted, so disgusting, so… She felt the hot, forceful stream of piss blasting into her asshole. More and more of the burning fluid flooded down into her bowels as he sighed in happiness. He poured half a quart of piss down into her ass before finally pulling his cock back out, letting her anus squeeze out the last drops of piss. He slapped her ass hard, making her yelp.
"Now you got a bellyful of jism and a full load of piss in you," he chortled, getting to his feet. Jessie dropped fully to the floor and rolled onto her side, hugging herself. Never in her life had she felt so filthy, so revolted.
She staggered to her feet and ran to the stairs, racing upstairs to her bedroom and slamming the door behind. He chuckled and went into the kitchen to get a beer.
Upstairs Jessie sat on the toilet, on the verge of throwing up as the piss and cum poured out of her asshole. She sat on the toilet for long minutes, then filled her tub and took a long bath, then another. She didn't think she would ever feel clean again.
She prayed he would be gone when she got back down. What more could he do to her? Surely he'd satisfied his perverted lust. He'd already raped her, sodomised her, forced her to suck him. Please, please, please, she asked God, make him go now.
Chapter 3
Finally she wrapped a big fluffy towel around herself and left the bathroom, going back into her bedroom. Jones was in her room, poking through her dresser drawers. She stared at him in shock, her heart sinking. Jones ignored her as he pulled lingerie out of the drawer.
"Now this is nice," he said, holding up a mass of lacy black material. There was a frilly little see through lace bra, a matching G-string and a garter belt, garters and black fishnet stockings. A girlfriend had given the set to her last year as a joke on her studious, dull life.
He tossed them on the bed as he turned to look at her.
"Put em on, baby. I wanna see you in them." He, sat on the end of the bed, watching with interest as she donned, first the G-string, then the bra, then the garter belt and garters and stockings. She looked at him wordlessly.
"Nice, real nice. You can wear that. Now come and show me where everything is."
He pulled her down the hall to her parents room, demanding she tell him where their jewels were, where cameras and other expensive things could be found. She answered him in a dull, lifeless voice. She had given up any struggle, either for her dignity or her family's possessions.
He unplugged their TV and carried it down while she carried the jewelry box, a VCR, a video camera and a pair of thirty-five millimeter cameras. She helped him pack their silverware and gathered together the other stereos, TVs and VCRs in the house, all except for the ones in the living room.
"Well, that was sweaty work," he said. "You go upstairs and pour me a bubble bath and make the water hot."
She nodded dully, then went up to do his bidding. After a bit he came up, grunting and smiling and stood in front of her, forcing her to take off his clothes. Naked, he climbed into the tub and lay back, sighing in comfort.
"Get in slut, strip and come in. I always wanted one of those oriental type baths. You're gonna soap yourself up and scrub me with your tits."
Jessie didn't really know what he meant, but stripped naked and got into the tub. He handed her the soap and ordered her to soap herself up good. She soaped up her chest heavily, then he turned around and ordered her to rub her fat tits against his wet back.
"This is no good," he said. He stood up and ordered the soapy wet girl to follow him. They went down the hail to her room and he got into her bed with a sigh of pleasure, laying flat on his belly.
"Got on me, slut and soap me up with your titties."
Swallowing nervously, she got into bed, straddling him, her soft ass and stinging cunt pressing against the small of his back. She bent over and pressed her tits against his back, softly rubbing them up and down.
"Harder, slut!" he snapped. She pressed her soapy melons harder against him, rubbing them up and down, mashing them against his muscular back as she soaped him up. Her ass and crotch were also soapy and she rubbed herself over his lower back and buttocks as he sighed in comfort.
"Ahhh," he sighed. "Rub that pussy on me, girl, mash those titties against me." He paused for a moment. "Hey, give my shoulders a nice massage too."
Her fingers kneaded his shoulders as she rubbed her cunt up and down his back. She slid easily now as both were wet and coated with soap.
"Harder you twat, rub harder."
Jessie's cunt, ass and thighs slid back and forth over his back as she kneaded his shoulders. Oddly, she discovered the sensation quite pleasant. Her thighs were spread wide, opening her cunt up and her slit was sliding back and forth over his soft, soapy flesh.
"Let me turn over, slut."
She was slightly disappointed to stop the steady sliding but got up as he rolled onto his back. Then she dropped her soapy ass and cunt onto his belly and bent forward, avoiding looking at his face as she pressed her soapy tit melons down on his chest and rubbed herself back and forth.
His hands came around and cupped her soapy ass cheeks, jamming her down harder as he pulled her up and down his belly. Her crotch rode across his cock several times.
"My cock needs special attention, slut. Use those fat tits of yours to clean it."
She slid further down his body until her chest was over his cock. Her cunt was resting on his legs, which were together and she shifted over to one side so his left leg pushed firmly against her cunt slit. She took his cock and pressed her tits against it from either side, mashing her tit meat around it as she used the two mammaries as scrub brushes.
"Harder, cunt meat. Scrub my cock." She rubbed her tits back and forth on his prick, which was beginning to get hard again. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her upwards as she cried in pain. He maneuvered her snatch over his boner and took his cock in one hand, fitting the head against her hole.
"Take it, slut." he sighed. She eased up, then slid back down over his prick. His soapy prong drove up high into her belly, the soap stinging her cunt as she settled atop it.