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CHAPTER ONE "Christ, you sleep too much," he said. Annette Farmer groaned. She was still half-asleep. Ed was already out of bed, dressing for his trip. She mumbled an answer. She was aware the sheet was down at her hips, her body uncovered. She pulled at the sheet and covered herself. She didn't want him to start anything. He had a habit of wanting to fuck at the most unlikely times. This morning, he was leaving to go on a business trip, but that wouldn't stop him. Annette, their teenaged daughter, had slept at a friend's house last night, and Ed might decide to take advantage of the fact that they were alone. She was right. He suddenly sat down on the bed and leaned over her. He was still in his underwear. He stretched out and cuddled behind her. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass as he kissed her neck. "You're not sleeping," he said. It was clear he wanted to fuck. He fondled her tits. He stroked her ass. She was naked under the sheet. She wanted him to go away. "Please, Ed." "Come on, let's have a little." "I'm not awake yet. It's too early." "I won't see you for two weeks." "You should have thought of that last night." "Come on, Annette. Last night you had that TV show you were watching. And the night before, it was something else. You don't like it at night and you don't like it in the morning. What the hell are you saving it for?" He continued kissing her neck. He squeezed her tits under the sheet. Then his hand slid down over her belly and between her legs. She couldn't stop him. They'd had long years of marriage and she'd never liked the fucking. Not ever. The problem went all the way back. She'd had a religious upbringing. A childhood filled with Sunday school and Bible reading and sermons against smoking and drinking and lust. Her mother always spoke against sex. They told her the devil was biding everywhere. Then she grew up and met Ed and they got married. Devil or no devil, she didn't like fucking. Sex was so messy, and sometimes it seemed sinful. Ed seemed to want to fuck all the time. Sometimes she blamed herself for their problems, but mostly she blamed Ed. He was a man, and men were like animals when it came to sex. Her mother had always said that, and she'd been right. It was sinful to take pleasure in sex. She wanted more children, but Ed was against it. He insisted they stop with Annette, and now she wouldn't have a second child, because she was already thirty-five, a good-looking thirty-five. Ed always told her how beautiful she was, and her friends told her too. Annette knew men found her sexy. Sometimes she liked teasing them. She liked the idea that she could turn a man on. She liked getting their cocks up. She'd always liked that part about being a woman. She was something of a cock tease. In high school, she had liked getting the boys turned on, but she'd never done anything with them. It was the wickedness inside her. She felt awful about it. She liked getting Ed aroused. It made her feel like she had some power over him. But at the moment, she wished he would go away. She groaned in protest as he forced her legs apart. In a moment he had his fingers in her pussy. She could feel his hard-on, his stiff cock pressing against her ass. He had his cock out of his shorts, and he kept pushing it between her ass cheeks. She could feel the heat of his prick-knob, as he slid his cock back and forth in the crack of her ass. Then the sheet fell off, and she was completely naked. She chided herself for sleeping without anything. No wonder he was turned on. It was all her own fault. She hated it when he fucked her, and yet, she liked turning him on. It was crazy. Now he was at her and he wouldn't stop once he got like this. He had a long trip ahead of him, but he didn't care. He cared about nothing now except fucking her. Ed kept insisting, and finally she had to give in. She told him it would have to be a quick one. "You don't have time for anything else. You'll be late for your plane." He laughed. "Let me worry about that." He quickly pulled his shorts off. He stroked her ass, and she felt him pulling her ass cheeks apart to look at her ass crack. She hated sex in daylight. It somehow made it so much more sinful to do it in the light. He stroked her cunt from behind. He muttered something about her being dry. He reached over to get the bottle of baby oil off the night table. In a moment, she felt his oily fingers in her pussy. He lubricated her cunt hole. Then his cock was pushing at her cunt mouth. His cock fucked inside her cunt hole. Ed groaned, as he slammed his prick home. He held her hips, as he screwed his cock around in her cunt. "Yeah, that's good, honey." He liked fucking her from behind. He always said she had a great looking ass. He liked fucking her when they were both on their sides, and she had her back to him. Now his hand squeezed her tits, as he started fucking his cock in and out, and she felt violated. He had a big cock and she hated having it invading her body. She couldn't help it. She supposed some women might like fucking, but not her. She always remembered her childhood, the church, the way everyone said sex was bad, and pleasure a sin. Getting married didn't change a thing. She groaned now, as Ed fucked her. She prayed that he would finish soon. She hated the wetness down there. She hated the way he behaved like an animal when he fucked her. The rest of the time, he was easy to get along with, but when he fucked her, it was awful and she hated him. It was almost as if he suddenly became transformed into a complete stranger. He became a drooling victim of the devil. Or maybe he wasn't a victim at all. Maybe it was just what he wanted. She was always afraid about Annette. She didn't know what to do about Annette and her boyfriends. Ed always encouraged Annette to enjoy herself with her friends. Sometimes Annette wondered how they ever got together in the first place. Maybe she and Ed didn't even belong together. As he fucked Annette, Ed was also thinking about their marriage. He always had a good time fucking her. After all the years, she still turned him on, and he still enjoyed plowing in the old furrow. She had a great body, riper now than when she'd been a girl and even sexier. Solid tits and a gorgeous ass. Great legs and firm thighs. He loved fucking her like this. She had such a tight cunt when he took her like this. He'd always had fantasies about fucking her ass, but he'd never done it. She wouldn't allow it. She was old-fashioned about sex. He was afraid that she would ruin Annette. He hated the idea of Annette growing up to be inhibited like her mother. A girl couldn't be happy like that. He hated Annette's family. They were all religious nuts. They thought the answer to everything was in the Bible. "Fuck the Bible!" Ed thought. Annette's tit felt so good in his hand. She had fat juicy nipples, the tips long and thick, just the kind that he liked. He liked heavy tits that hung a bit from their weight, like Annette's. She was still a great looking woman. She always drew the eyes of people when they were out somewhere. The people who looked at her probably thought she was hot-blooded. He was the only one who knew the truth. She wasn't hot-blooded at all, she was inhibited and repressed, and all the rest of it, that came with a religious brain-washing during childhood. That stupid fucking Sunday school, and her tight-assed parents. The preachers, the Bibles, and all the bull shit talk about the devil. If there was such a thing as the devil, then people like Annette's mother and father worked for him. He had no idea if Annette had ever had an orgasm. Sometimes it seemed that something was happening when he fucked her, but he thought she faked it. He loved everything about her, except her attitude toward sex. In the meantime, Annette was still praying that Ed would hurry up and finish with her. She tried not to move. She kept still ,and let him fuck her any way he wanted. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. Her juices were running. She hated it. She hoped he wouldn't make her roll over on her belly. Sometimes he wanted to fuck her like that. She would lie flat on her belly and he would get it in from the back. Or he would have her kneeling like a dog. She hated that the most. It was so obscene, like two animals. Sometimes he even played with her ass hole, and she had to push his hand away. That was the filthiest thing he ever did. She could tell he was having a hot time now. She could hear him breathing hard, as he churned his fucker in her cunt. Yes, he was having a ball doing it. Well, she wasn't. She hated it, as always, but he was going on a trip, and she told herself she had to fulfill her wifely duties. It was sinful the way he took so much pleasure in fucking her. They were not having children anymore, and she didn't need the fucking. Then she felt him speeding up. He was ramming her cunt now. She could hear him grunting. His hand squeezed her tit with more force. How she hated it. Like two beasts. That big prick of his fucking in and out of her pussy. The way he grunted each time he slammed against her. His hand was hurting her tit. The bed was shaking now. She was glad Annette was out of the house. She hated it when Ed was so vigorous like this. Then he made a raspy noise in his throat as he started cuming. She could feel him pumping his cum-load in there. He groaned, as he pounded against her ass. His cock was like an animal burrowing inside her body. God shouldn't have made it like this. It was too awful for a woman. She couldn't bear it. She could feel his jism gushing out. She hated the sticky slime that came out of his cock. One time, he had cum in her hand, and she had been thoroughly disgusted with it. He was finished now. His hand opened to release her tit. He pulled back, pulled his slimy cock out of her cunt, as he rolled over on his back with a groan. She quickly left the bed and went to the bathroom. She closed and locked the door, and she sat down on the toilet to let his jism run out of her cunt. How disgusting it was. She wiped her pussy. She wanted to get to sleep again. She was glad they'd agreed he'd have breakfast at the airport. Now he'd get out of the house and leave her alone. When she went back to the bedroom, she found him already out of bed and dressing to leave. She climbed onto the bed and pulled the sheet over her. Ed looked at her and smirked. "Tired?" he asked. Annette closed her eyes and replied, "There's nothing wrong with that." "If you liked fucking, you wouldn't be so tired." "Let's not have a fight." "You really don't like it, do you?" "I like it as much as I can." "Bull shit!'' "Ed, you'll be late for the plane." "You're frigid, Annette." "I'm not anything. I'm just an ordinary woman." "Yeah, sure." "I can't help it the way I was brought up." "You're like an icebox in bed." "And you're like an animal." "Oh, shit!" They continued bickering with each other and gradually it became hotter. She wished he'd leave. She wanted to cry, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Thank God, Annette was out of the house. Then finally Ed was ready to leave. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Okay, let's forget it. Let's not fight about it." he said, then leaned over and kissed her good-bye. She kissed him back. She did love him. They were just two ordinary people, and they needed each other. He patted her cheek and smiled at her. "Take care of yourself while I'm gone. And Annette too." Then he walked out. She waited until she heard the front door close, and then she sighed and relaxed. All right, he's gone, she thought. After a while, she left the bed and turned the television on. She was depressed about the argument. The news was on, but she was too distracted to listen. She vaguely heard something about escaped convicts. She paid no attention to it. She had her own problems. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, as she walked into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes were bleary. She smiled at herself. Life wasn't that bad. She didn't have a hard life, not like some women. She and Ed had a nice house, and it was far enough away from the city to almost be in the country. Far enough away to hear the crickets at night. She liked it this way. She liked the isolation. Sometimes Annette complained it was too dull, but there was something to be said for being all the way out here, away from the wickedness of the city. She was happy that Ed made enough money to keep her at home. But now that Annette was growing up, Annette had been thinking about a job. She was in no rush. She squeezed some toothpaste out on the brush and brushed her teeth. After that she went to the kitchen and had some orange juice. She poured out some of the coffee Ed had made, sipped it and put it down. She thought about Ed fucking her before. Of course he was right about her being cold. She just didn't like fucking. She wasn't turned on by sex. Men didn't turn her on at all. She didn't like looking at Ed's cock and balls when he was naked. Sometimes it was nice when lie touched her. If he was very gentle, she sometimes liked to be touched. She liked it when he whispered in her ear. That was the way he'd courted her. It seemed so long ago, she could hardly remember it. All those evenings on her front porch, with her parents carefully watching them from inside. She liked romance She liked it when he told her she was beautiful. She finally left the kitchen. She went back to the bedroom and into the bathroom again. She climbed into the shower and turned the water on. In a moment she was drenched. She felt better under the shower. Ed would be gone a few weeks and maybe she'd have time to do something in the garden. She might even go into the city to do some shopping. It wasn't a bad life. A woman had to learn how to cope. She lathered her body with a bar of soap. She thought of Ed again as she ran the soap over her tits. He always liked her tits. She fondled her body as she soaped herself. She slipped a hand between her legs to do her pussy. She ran the bar of soap between her cunt lips. Her pussy was still tender from the fucking. When she had her cunt gash soaped up, she touched her clit with her fingers. She remembered how Ed had once told her she had a big clit and that he was surprised because women with big clits were usually turned on to sex. Well, he didn't know everything, did he? She started rubbing her clit slowly. She was no stranger to masturbation. She'd always done it. She couldn't remember the first time, but it had to be when she was very young. No matter how much she disliked fucking, she always came when she masturbated. Her little secret. Of course, it was sinful. But she told herself it was only a little sin. A woman needed some way to relieve the tension. Now she tried her middle finger inside her cunt hole. She screwed the finger around a bit. Part of it was to get clean, but it did feel good if she did it just right. She used another finger to touch her ass hole. Every once in a while, Ed talked about fucking her ass. Of course, she wouldn't allow it. It was a filthy idea. And she was certain lie would tear her apart if he tried ass-fucking her. She kept rubbing her cunt until she had a small orgasm. She never allowed herself anything more. Just a small climax to get some of the edge off her nerves. She finally finished in the shower. She came out and dried herself off on the bathroom rug. She brushed her hair, then she put a robe on and went back to the kitchen. The coffee in her cup was cold now, and she poured another cup out of the simmering pot. She sat at the kitchen table drinking the coffee as she stared out the kitchen window to the garden. She wondered what went on in other marriages. The nearest home was a good distance away. Two old people. She didn't have many friends. Not since they'd moved here from Denver. She didn't mind it. Annette seemed happy. And Ed was doing very well in his job. Of course, she had this restlessness inside her. She told herself it was natural, because she wanted more children and it hadn't happened. Then suddenly she heard a noise somewhere in the house. Or maybe it was outside the house. She wasn't concerned. She'd always felt safe out here. Then she heard a noise again. and this time it was clear it was inside the house. Another noise. She suddenly had a knot of fear in her chest. Then she gasped when a man suddenly appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. He grinned at her. "Take it easy, baby. Just take it easy and don't try anything." She sat there staring at him, paralyzed with fear. For the first time now, she noticed he had a knife in his hand. He wore a blue jumpsuit. Then she remembered the prison ten miles down the road. The convicts in the prison always wore blue jumpsuits. CHAPTER TWO He kept griming at her. "My name's Cal, honey. What's yours?" She was terrified. She couldn't imagine how he had come into the house without anyone hearing him. Then she remembered she'd been in the shower. She trembled as she looked at him. "What do you want?" she asked nervously. He chuckled. "Don't try anything foolish." "If it's money you want, I don't keep much in the house. But I'll give you what I have, if you go." "I don't need your money, lady." "Then . . . what?" He grinned at her again. She had no doubt about the jumpsuit now. He was certainly a convict from the prison. Now she remembered the news broadcast about escaped convicts. This had to be one of them. That was what he was. The man standing in her kitchen was an escaped convict. She could hardly believe it. This was something that happened to other people. And the way he looked at her was tile most frightening thing of all. He seemed totally unafraid of her, as if he could do anything he wanted and get away with it. He saw the recognition in her eyes. "I guess they had it on television." She nodded. "Yes." "What did they say?" She told him she didn't remember much. Something about escaped convicts from the prison. He grinned and said he was one of them. "Stand up, honey." She trembled. "What for?" "Never mind what for, just stand up!" She was too afraid to refuse. She stood up. He looked her up and down and smiled. He said he wanted her to show him her bedroom. "We'll be more comfortable on a bed," he remarked. On a bed? Her stomach turned over as she walked past him. He chuckled and patted her ass as he followed her. He started talking about his time in prison. He said he needed a piece. He said he'd been locked up a long time and he wanted a woman. She was desperate. It was obvious he was going to rape her. She thought about Annette. Her daughter ought to be home from her friend's house soon.' She was afraid for Annette. If only she could get him out of the house before Annette arrived. Maybe if she gave him what he wanted, he would leave. When they were finally in the master bedroom, he asked about her family. "Who else lives here?" She told him. She lied and told him Ed would return soon. "He usually comes back in the morning about ten." Cal laughed. "That's a lie, baby. I saw him drive away with luggage in his car." Then he looked her up and down. "You never told me your name." "Annette." "Nice name. Who's the girl in that picture on the dresser?" "That's my daughter. She's away at my mother's place and she won't be back for another week." Cal smiled. "Then it's just the two of us, isn't it?" She looked away. "I guess so." He ordered her to get her robe off. He said he wanted to look at her. "I've been looking at magazines for four years. Show me something real, cutie." Annette was dismayed. There wasn't any way she could refuse him. He could easily kill her if he wanted to. Her only chance was to do what he wanted and pray that he wouldn't harm her, or harm Annette. The idea of him touching Annette was too much to think about. She slipped the robe off and draped it over the back of a chair. Trembling, she stood there naked. He snickered. "Oh, yeah!" He looked her over. He said he liked her tits. Then he ordered her to turn so he could see her ass. She turned her back to him. She felt his hot eyes on her body. When at last he told her to face him again, she turned and saw that he had his cock dangling out of an opening in the front of his jumpsuit. He took a hold of his cock with one hand. In the other hand, he held his knife. He smiled at her. "Oscar here says hello." She stared at his big ugly prick. She was mesmerized by it. She watched his fingers as he slowly stroked his cock shaft. "Do you like cock, baby?" Annette quivered. "I... I don't know." He laughed. "Christ, lady, you've got a husband, haven't you? Doesn't he have a dick?" She was in a helpless daze. When he told her to get down on her knees, she moved like a robot. He came forward. He ordered her to suck his cock as he pulled his foreskin back to show her his cock head. She was nauseated by the smell of his prick, repelled by his cock flesh. She thought of Annette again. She thought of the knife he was holding. She had to do it. He coaxed her. He pushed his cock against her lips, and after a moment she opened them. His warm prick slid inside her mouth. Warm and fat, forcing her jaws open with its bulk. She did her best not to retch. She prayed she would faint, but of course it didn't happen. Cal chuckled, as he held half the length of his cock inside her open mouth. "Yeah, that's good, baby. You look good." Then he made her take more cock. His cock meat continued sliding over her tongue. The smell of him was awful. He smelled like he hadn't bathed in a month. She hated what he was doing to her. She hardly ever sucked Ed. She hated it when Ed made her do it. Now she had this big prick forced inside her mouth. He pulled at her head and told her to take more. In a moment, his prick-knob was pushing at her throat. She felt like gagging. She was afraid she would choke, but she was also afraid he'd be angry if she gagged, so she held her breath and took it. Then at last he pulled back and she could breathe again. He started fucking her mouth slowly while he talked to her. He told her she had nice lips. He fucked his cock slowly in and out of her open mouth and stroked her head. He seemed almost affectionate. He told her how bad things had been in prison. He said he wanted her to be nice to him. He said if she was nice to him, nothing bad would happen to her. After a while, he started fucking her mouth more forcefully. He muttered as he did it. She could tell he was getting close. She prayed he would pull his cock out of her mouth before he came, but he continued fucking his prick in her mouth until the end. He grunted as he came. He held her head in place as he spurted his cum-load over her tongue. She took his hot cum-load down her throat. This was the first time in her life she had ever done it, and she thought she would die. All that ugly slime sliding downs her throat. Ed had never done that to her. If she sucked Ed's cock, it was always a prelude to fucking. He always came in her pussy. Cal finally let her pull her face away. He used his fingers on his cock, and another big spurt of cum suddenly shot out and hit her face. He laughed when he saw it. He said now she could think of herself as being baptized again. She groaned as she wiped her face with her hand. She got up and sank down again into a nearby chair. Cal chuckled and started talking about cock sucking. He asked her if she sucked her husband's cock. "You don't seem too experienced," he said. "Please . . . I don't know what you want. You ought to go now, before they catch you." He laughed and told her to suck his cock again. He said he wanted her to get his prick hard again. He said she had a pretty mouth. When she made no move to obey him, he came to her and slapped her face. She started crying. He pulled at her head. He threatened her with his knife until she took his cock in her mouth again. This time, she was sitting in a chair and the strain wasn't as great. His cock wasn't completely soft. He brought his balls out and jiggled them against her chin as she sucked his prick. He had big hairy balls, and the smell of them was overpowering. She quivered with disgust when he told her to lick his balls. But she did it. She let his cock fall out of her mouth and she moved her lips to his hairy ball-bag. She licked his balls until he grew tired of it. He told her to suck his cock again. She continued sucking his cock until he had another hard-on. He taunted her. He said she had the mouth of a cock sucker. "Nice lips. Next time, you do me with lipstick. You'll put on a nice red lipstick for me, huh?" Next time? She trembled as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He rubbed his cock-knob over her face, the tip of his prick leaving wet streaks on her cheeks. He told her to get on the bed. She did what he wanted, then she watched as he got out of the jumpsuit. He put the knife down as he did it. "You try anything and I'll cut your face," he warned. His underwear came off. He had a big hairy body. Lots of dark hair around his cock and balls and over his stomach and chest. He lifted his balls in his hand and smiled at her. "Show me some pussy, baby. Open your legs." She moved her thighs apart. She saw the lust in his eyes, and she prayed he would fuck her and leave before Annette arrived home. She was in a panic that he would get hold of Annette and rape her. He came onto the bed now and knelt between her legs. His cock swayed like a club, a heavy prick with a fat knob, almost purplish in color. He told her to pull her knees back, and when she did what he wanted he mounted her. He worked his cock inside her cunt. He groaned as he fucked in. "Tight, baby, tight. You're a gorgeous piece." She was tight because she was dry, but he didn't seem to care about that, or about hurting her. What he cared about was the way her cunt grabbed at his cock as he fucked in. When he had his prick all the way inside her cunt channel, he lay down on top of her. He told her to get her legs around him. He started fucking her. His cock sawed in and out and he held her ass in his hands. He squeezed her ass cheeks as he pounded her cunt. She could smell his foul breath. She kept her eyes closed. She prayed he'd be quick. She could feel his big balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her. Then suddenly he pulled his prick out. He knelt back on the mattress and told her to turn over and get on her knees. She trembled with fear that he'd want to fuck her ass, but she had no choice. She rolled over and positioned herself on her knees with her ass facing him and her head down. He chuckled as he stroked her ass cheeks. "It's a nice butt. Come on, get those legs apart. You're acting like you don't even know how to fuck." She did what he wanted. He tickled her cunt lips with his fingers. He spread her cunt wide open. Then she felt his cock again. She was thankful he was fucking her cunt and not her ass. He grunted as he drove his prick home. Leaning over her, he grabbed her tits in his hands and growled in her ear. "I bet you're a hot fuck with your old man. Come on, let's see some of it. Shake your ass, baby!" He started pounding her pussy. His belly slapped her ass cheeks each time he fucked in. He was kneeling back now, holding her hips with his hands, as he fucked her. She felt his big cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Her pussy was wet. She could feel the lubrication in her cunt channel. She was mortified by it. God, how she hated him! He continued pounding her pussy from the rear, until finally he shot off in her cunt. He grunted as he came. He rolled his hips around as he churned his cock in her pussy. Then at last he pulled out and patted her ass. "Nice tight cunt. I thought maybe you'd have a fucked-out pussy, but you're still good." He told her to turn around and take his cock in her mouth. He wanted her to clean his prick. "Suck it off, honey. I like a clean dick." She sucked his limp cock, until he pushed her away. Then he left the bed and looked at the photos of her and Ed and Annette on the dresser. He questioned her about her husband and daughter. He said he would hurt her if she lied. She had to tell him what Ed did for a living. Then he asked where Annette was. "And don't give me any bull shit." She trembled as she told him the truth. She said Annette was at a friend's house. She was so afraid of him. Cal smiled. "You lied before, huh? You got this cute teenage pussy in the house and you don't want me to get near it." He had such evil in his eyes. She felt so degraded by him. He'd fucked her twice, and she'd sucked his cock before and after. Now he made her leave the bed. He told her to come into the bathroom with him. He said he didn't trust her. She had to stand there and watch him piss. She was completely digested by it. He saw the look on her face and he laughed at her. After he finished pissing, he told her to sit on the toilet. She sat down. He smiled at her and told her to piss. He pointed the knife at her and warned her. She was helpless. She did have to go, but to do it this way, with someone watching her, was so awful. She started pissing when he moved the knife close to her face. He laughed at her. He told her not to be so bashful. "Now flush the toilet and let's get down to the kitchen." He made her walk in front of him. They were both still naked. When they were inside the kitchen, he unlocked the back door. Then he told her to make some breakfast for him. He said, "I want bacon and eggs and toast. And don't burn the fucking toast. I hate it when the toast is burned." "Can I put something on?" "Fuck that! I want you naked." he said, "I like looking at you just the way you are." He squeezed her tits and laughed, as he slapped her on the ass. "You're nice to look at, you know that honey." She set about getting him breakfast. Once more hoping that afterwards he would leave. Maybe he'd forget about Annette. She worked at the stove making his bacon and eggs, while he sat at the kitchen table. He turned the television on. He talked to her about the soap opera on the screen. "I used to watch the soaps in the can all the time." he said. She was conscious of his eyes on her body, as she moved around the kitchen. She prayed Annette wouldn't come home. What could she do? She thought of running out the back door, but she was certain that he would catch her first. She had to play along with him until she could think of something. There was still a chance, that after he had breakfast he'd clear out. He'd already cum twice, and she doubted he would want to fuck her again. Then she felt his hand on her ass as she stood at the sink. He laughed as he tickled her cunt from behind. "Hold still honey." But she squirmed when he touched her ass hole. He said she had a great ass, and that he liked a woman with a good ass. Then he slapped her ass and told her to bend over the sink. When she complied, he told her to spread her ass cheeks with her hands. She hesitated a moment, then she did that, too. She felt him looking at her ass hole. She felt so awful having him do that. He touched her ass hole with his finger. "You get enough here from your old man?" "Please don't . . ." "Answer the question." "He doesn't . . . I mean, I've never. Cal laughed. "Cherry ass? Jesus Christ, a cherry ass!" He pressed against her now as he played with her ass. She felt his cock rubbing up and down her ass crack. She was desperately afraid now, afraid that he'd fuck her in the ass, but what he wanted was her cunt again. He spread her cunt hole with his fingers, then he pushed his cock inside of her cunt channel and started fucking her. He held onto her hips, as his cock fucked in and out of her pussy. He told her to move her ass. She was amazed that his cock was hard again. Then she remembered he'd been in prison. She was probably the first woman he'd had sex with in years. She felt his big balls slapping against her cunt lips each time he rammed into her. He talked to her about her cunt. He said he liked her body. The pace picked up and he was soon pounding her from behind. He grunted while he fucked her. She kept her head hanging over the sink and her legs wide apart, as he fucked harder and harder. His big hands squeezed her hips, and when he finally he shot off inside of her cunt, she felt the wetness moving around inside of her cunt hole. She felt so helpless. He made her feel like a helpless animal. He kept his cock fucking in and out of her cunt, even after his balls were drained. Suddenly the back door opened, and another man came in, pushing Annette in front of him. The new man closed the door quickly. Annette's eyes were wide with shock. The new man grinned at Cal. "Fucking up a storm, huh?" he said, putting his arm around Annette, "Look what I found outside." He wore a blue jumpsuit just like Cal's. Another convict! Annette's heart sank, as she realized now that there were two of them, and they had Annette. |
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