It had hurt a lot the first time she had let David force his hard pole inside her rectum. The burning, tearing feeling had scared her; the unpleasant fullness has almost made her sick.
She had never let any man, certainly not her husband Paul even touch her there. That had been three months ago. This afternoon David again was plundering her bowels, driving into her with little tenderness, sodomizing her anal canal as if she were some little street whore.
It was different now; she knew she would cum very soon as would her invader. In a very short time she had become very accustomed to this activity; not long ago she had viewed anal sex as perversion. She had come to accept it, even like it—now simply craved it. As she felt the splash of his sticky load bathe her insides she came with a scream, thrusting her plump buttocks back against his groin and sucking ever drop of his fluid from him with her newly trained muscles.
As she felt his rapidly deflating tool plop from her gaping hole, she knew what was expected; she spun around and cleaned the remains of his cream and the secretion of her own dirty little hole from his softening organ.
Sucking a cock that had just been in an ass---her ass. What a craven little slut she had become under this man's tutelage. Lifting his nearly flaccid cock, she hungrily probed his anus with her needy little mouth. This was part of the routine. He would shortly return the favor, sucking his own cream from her dripping hole as he fingered her little slot to bring her to her fifth orgasm in a little over and hour.
David had irritated her. When he and Susan had moved in next door, Molly had almost instantly disliked him. He was very macho; he made suggestive comments and often undressed her with his eyes. Molly and Susan had become good friends.
The first time he had practically raped her. She had told him no---told him to stop. He had persisted and she had wanted him to do it to her. Once he had taken her tender young pussy that first time she had become an addict. He had made her his personal little fuck toy. There was no act no matter how dirty or perverted that he could not make her do---and ultimately enjoy.
Molly knew she came to her marriage with Paul painfully inexperienced in sexual matters. She had never gone down on a man and was almost ashamed of her inability to please her husband with her mouth. The one time Paul had cum in her mouth she had gagged and spit and destroyed the mood completely.
The idea of talking dirty during sex was against everything she had been taught. Only whores moved and told their lover what they wanted. A woman should not move while her husband is having his way with her—he might think she has experience. She never denied her husband his marital rights, she had just believed that she was supposed to tolerate his thrusting inside her, not enjoy it. David had changed all that.
David had early on shoved his fat prick past her lips. "Suck it, my pretty little cunt." He had said. She had responded with her usual pitiful attempt at fellatio. David had become impatient. He had tied her hands and feet together, pulled her to the edge of the bed on her side and forced her mouth open with his strong hands.
"I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth. I don't think your going to like it very much. You are the worst little cock sucker I've ever met."
In spite of her protests he had shoved his stiff prick to the back of her throat. She had gagged; she had been terrified. He had slapped her ass hard when she had grazed him with her teeth. He had not relented. Fortunately he had quickly shot his load and the horrible ordeal was over.
She had choked on his sticky fluid; his cum had seeped from her nostrils. Her common sense told her he was not a nice man---that she should end the affair. She couldn't. As awful as it had been, it had turned her on.
