Bridal shower

CHAPTER TWO

Donna closed her eyes and wished that all of this would just go away. She had never felt worse in her life. The worst part was that she had almost cum right there at the end.

Although his cock was softening inside her cum-clogged pussy, Tom wouldn't pull out. He squirmed around, fucking his weakening cockshaft in as far as he could, and his hands came up to press against her tits. She could feel his cum running down the insides of her thighs, and she turned her head to one side, hoping he would just let her go now that he had done what he wanted to her.

"Honey, that was fucking nice." Tom cupped her pointy tits and grabbed her nipples between his first fingers and thumbs.

Donna groaned with pain as he pinched her, wondering why he was still tormenting her, wondering just how much more of this hell she was going to have to endure.

"Please get off," Donna pleaded. "You've done what you wanted. Can't you just let me go now? I won't even tell Ryan, I just want out of here."

"Fucking liar." He began a slow rotation of his hips. "You'd run right to him and scream your pretty head off. You're such a fucking liar."

He did pull out of her, though, yanking back his long cock until he was free from her. He rubbed his prick clean in her silky blonde cunt hair. He slid over to her side. While he continued to torment her tits with one hand, he slid the other down to her juicy pussy.

Donna groaned, in shame and resignation, because she could see his massive cock, stained now with her virgin pussy blood, stiffening again. He was going to keep using her, her ordeal wasn't over with yet.

"You almost got your rocks off there before," Tom said.

"I wasn't going to cum," Donna spat. "I never could with a little shit-head like you."

"That wasn't a very nice thing to say." Tom laughed. He bunched three fingers together and shoved them deep into Donna's cunt.

The size of this probe was hardly a match for the cock that had just torn away her virginity, but Donna's cunt was still sore from the fucking, and the shock of the sudden intrusion took her breath away. She arched away from him, but he followed her, fucking his fingers to the hilt up her squirming cunt.

Tom dipped his head to her stomach and began to lick out her navel. The sensation was so cool, so tickling, so unexpected, that Donna felt a flush flow over her whole body. Even the continued abuse of her tits was starting to feel less painful, and Donna felt her hips begin to hunch, quite against her will, on his three fucking fingers.

He switched positions before she had time to get used to these new sensations, leaving her navel filled with his spit and her hips grinding several inches off the ground. Now his mouth was behind one of her knees, licking and blowing. He was slowly, expertly, massaging her feet. His hand at her cunt had ceased its probing and was now rubbing rapidly against her pussy's outer lips, setting up a clit-rubbing friction that was driving her wild.

Donna knew she wouldn't be able to hold out against this. When he moved again, taking his hand from her feet and his mouth from her legs, she felt lost, abandoned. Now he was tonguing under her arm, and one of his hands was tickling the crack of her ass even as the other hand found the nub of her clit and began to twist and pinch unmercifully.

Donna moaned, and the thick quality of her groan surprised her. She was involuntarily creaming heavily now, and Tom surely knew how hot he was making her. She was nearly climbing the walls.

"Okay, Donna," Tom said, breaking from his licking at her armpits for a moment. "Beg me now, just like a good little bitch."

He scraped his cock along the firm white flesh of her thigh, leaving another trail of slimy precum.

Donna looked at him, confused, trying to figure out what he wanted. He was tearing at her clit with his fingers so hard that she should have been in agony. She was bucking desperately against that punishing hand. Sweat glossed her squirming, shapely body, sparkling in the light and wetting the carpet beneath her. She was lying open – what more could he want?

"Beg, bitch," he growled. "Now. Beg me to fuck your scummy little cunt."

He wanted her to beg him to rape her, and the terrible thing was that she was almost ready to do just that, if only to bring this thing to an end. He was rubbing his cock back and forth along her shapely thigh. Now he removed his hand from her pussy, leaving her poor cunt convulsing on thin air.

"Start talking, scum cunt," Tom laughed, swinging around between her legs and poking forward with his prick.

The big head of his cock just punched against the pouting red lips of her boiling cunt, and then he drew back, quickly, to avoid her frantic lunges toward him as she tried to capture his cock. He began to rub his prick along her straining, cum-stained inner thighs.

Donna didn't know what to do. She was almost out of her mind, her body so much wildly quivering jelly, but the idea of begging Tom Reynolds to fuck her was more than she could stand. He'd beaten her, raped her, toyed with her body like she was just a piece of equipment lying around for his amusement. For her to bow down so fully to his whims that she would beg for the honor of taking his prick was just too much to stand.

At the thought of his giant prick, though, another convulsion tore through her, and her hips kicked up almost a full foot off the floor. She could feel the outer lips of her cunt peeling back, revealing the creamy pink depths of her pussy sheath. She just couldn't understand why her body was reacting this way. Slippery fuck juices ran down over her tight ass, and Donna knew that she was already humiliating herself.

"I guess you don't want it after all," Tom sighed, then blew hot air across her erect, throbbing nipples.

He grabbed his massive cock in his hand and began drooping his prick on the puffy, pouting lips of her cunt, letting his cock bounce against her drooling flesh again and again. Donna moaned as the shockwaves set her clit to vibrating, brought her so maddeningly close to completion that she couldn't stand it. She wanted his cock right now, worse than she'd ever wanted anything before in her life.

Then, switching quickly once more, he leaned forward and began licking her nipples. He started running the very tip of his prick around the lips of her pussy.

Donna could stand no more. Her anxiety had finally overwhelmed her resistance. Crying in shame, wishing she was dead, she realized that she would have to beg for his prick. He had just come once, so he could keep teasing her for a very long time. She had to stop him now.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice catching with her sobs. "Tom, please fuck me."

"What did you say?" Tom smirked, lifting his head from her tits to lick and kiss her delicate throat. "Did the cold little bitch ask me to fuck her?"

"Yes!" Donna cried. Her willpower, her spirit, was broken. This torture had to end. "Fuck me, please. I'm begging you. I can't stand this anymore."

Just as Donna was getting used to one set of tactics, Tom switched to another. Now he just darted the head of his cock a fraction of an inch inside her spasming cunt lips, then pulled back too fast for her to catch him with her gyrating hips.

"For a start that was good. But now tell me what kind of lowly whore you are, tell me about how you'd like my cum in your mouth and on your face, how you'd like to suck my asshole. Oh, and say pretty please while you're at it."

"I'm a whore!" she howled. Her arms were straining so violently at her bonds that her wrists were nearly bleeding. "I want you to fuck me so that juice is pouring out of my pussy. I'll suck your cock, I'll drink your cum, I'll do whatever you tell me forever. Just please, pretty please, fuck me now!"

She began thrashing insanely now. Tom climbed off her head and blew air across the drooping lips of her cunt. He tugged playfully at her cunt hair and mockingly plunged a finger into the deep cup of her navel in a lewd parody of the fuck she so terribly feared.

"Tell me that you'd lick out my asshole if I told you," he ordered. "Tell me that you'd lick my shitty asshole and drink my piss. You would do that for me, wouldn't you?"

"Yes!" she screamed. Her hips were flying now, her cunt juices spraying into the air. She banged her tight, hot little ass-cheeks against the floor with each maddened downward plunge. Drool rolled from the corners of her wide-open, gasping mouth, and her eyes were rolling in her head. "Piss on me now. Shit on me now."

Tom moved up her body, trailing his hand up from her blonde cunt bush over her heaving stomach and through the hollow between her full, bouncing tits. Finally, kneeling beside her head, he tapped his finger on her parted, panting lips. Donna mewled in sorrow.

"Talk's cheap, Donna." He took his cock in his hand, less than an inch away from her face. For Donna it was like looking down the barrel of a shotgun. "There's something else you can do with your mouth that isn't, though."

Donna stared at his cock, her body heaving and sticky with sweat. She was having a hard time thinking, but she was pretty sure that he wanted her to take his prick in her mouth, to give him what some of her girlfriends called blowjobs.

"No!" she screamed. She tried to turn her head away from him, but he took a handful of her thick blonde hair and jerked her face against his cock. The prickhead scraped across her cheek, and she was shocked at just how long and heavy his cock was.

"Prove you're worth fucking." Tom stuck the head of his cock against her nose, working his piss slit back and forth across her nostrils.

She felt the stickiness of his excitement and smelled the scents of raw dirty sex. She almost swooned.

"You said you'd do all kinds of shit for me. Now I want you to prove it."

"No!" she whined, thrashing her legs wildly across the floor.

He pressed his cock across the bridge of her nose, and all that Donna could see was his long thick prick. More drool slipped from her lips.

"I'll leave you here for a long time if you don't suck me," Tom told her, matter-of-factly.

He swung around so he was sitting on her forehead, the wrinkled pulsing sac of his balls covering her eyes and his cock stretching down the center of her face. He reached down the length of her squirming torso to drum his fingers impatiently against the swollen, slick lips of her cunt.

Donna's head came up off the floor, actually lifting Tom into the air for an instant as she tried for his cock. He yanked his prick up and away from her immediately, and he laughed. He squirmed his ass around, crushing her head deeper into the carpet and moving down so his balls hung over the tip of her nose and his asshole winked right above her eyes.

He wondered what the icy teen queen bitch was thinking now. He knew she had never stared up into a man's asshole before. He wondered what was flitting through her little mind.

Donna cried out as he jerked his cock beyond her reach, and her feet drummed the floor in frustration. He was driving her insane. Each time she let him drive her further into the muck, he set a new goal. He wanted to debase her completely, and the most tragic thing of all was that he had practically turned her into his willing accomplice. She never wanted to suck any man's cock, but now she was crying over the denied opportunity to suck his.

Tom slid back slowly. His cock once again loomed over Donna's wide-open mouth. He held his cock up over her, waving his prick slowly from one side to the other.

"Your mouth's got more than just lips," he said. "And you've got to suck before I'll take care of that nasty little pussy of yours."

Donna's tongue came out from between her lush pink lips before Tom had even finished talking. She touched the underside of his massive cock, hesitantly at first, then started a determined licking as far as she could reach in every direction. Soon Tom's cock was leaking back down in her face, but she still didn't stop, even though her tongue ached so badly that it felt like it was on fire.

Tom kept her licking his cock like that for five minutes, even though by now, controlling himself was getting a little difficult. He wanted to drive her to the absolute limit, because she had to see herself as she truly was. When he finally moved away from her, he knew she was very close to that limit.

"Fuck me now," she gurgled, her tongue not seeming to work quite right for talking. Her whole body was heaving up off the floor. "I sucked you, now please fuck me."

"First of all," Tom corrected, "You didn't suck me. You licked me. Second of all, I am going to fuck you." He swung up over her head and pointed his cock down at her pouting, pink-lipped mouth. "Fuck your throat, that is."

Donna didn't resist as he grabbed a handful of lush blonde hair in both hands and urged his bloated cock between her parted lips. There was no use trying to resist. He would do anything he wanted to her, and the fire that was devouring her body made any resistance impossible anyway. As long as he held out the promise of eventual relief to her, she would do anything he wanted. She was lower than the lowest two-dollar whore on the dirtiest street in the world. She was the sex slave of a man she hated.

The huge girth of Tom's cock stretched Donna's lips wide, and just the huge bulbous prickhead seemed to fill her whole mouth. Donna lay passively beneath him, her pretty blue eyes crossing as she stared down the impressive length of his cock. She wondered what he was going to do to her next.

Tom hated to admit it, but he had worked himself up to almost as great a state of excitement as he had worked Donna. Just the feel of her soft wet tongue and the moist, satiny cushions of her cheeks almost made him lose control. Taking a deep breath, he held himself steady, just the head of his cock inside her mouth until he regained his composure.

"Okay, bitch," he told her at last. "When you're sucking a man's cock, you don't just let it sit there in your mouth. You lick it and suck on it and do everything you can think of doing with that slutty mouth of yours to make him excited."

Donna set to work immediately, hoping that she would do a good enough job so that he would let her go. She began running her tongue all around the big head of his cock, and her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction. Tom groaned, because, for a rookie, Donna seemed to have a real knack for this kind of thing.

Donna worked feverishly, thinking only of getting some relief, thinking only of pleasing the man who had mastered her so completely. She shook her head, masturbating his cock with her lips, and then she pushed her head forward, taking more until it made her gag. She backed off.

Donna came forward again, sweat dripping from her face, and, when she did, Tom held her in place with his hands and fucked forward. Donna's eyes flew wide open, and she began to struggle, but she was no match for Tom. He fucked his cock forward into her throat, grinning more broadly with each inch he force-fed her. Her throat gripped his prick even more tightly than her cunt had, and he pushed forward into it until he'd buried his cock completely into her.

Donna couldn't breathe, and her head was pounding. There was pain in her throat and panic in her heart from the thought that he might be doing her some real harm. Certainly a woman wasn't supposed to have ten inches of cock forced down her throat. She prayed that Tom would pull his cock out, and she prayed she wouldn't be too badly hurt when he did.

Tom did pull out. Donna caught a few quick breaths, but, an instant later, he was fucking forward again, filling her throat once more with his hot hard prick. He jerked her head back and forth using her hair as handles, keeping the promise he'd made her to fuck her throat. The sensations for him were wild.

Donna had been put through more in the last few moments of her life than she had during all the rest of it combined. She'd been beaten, fucked, and driven to heights of lust that she'd never even known existed. Now she was being assaulted again, having her throat filled with a fat tube of hot flesh and her nose buried in the scratchy hair at the base of a man's cock. She was in pain, but at the same time all of her senses were filled with the scents, sounds and feelings of raw animal sex. As Tom buried his cock deep in her throat once more, Donna went over the edge.

Even Tom was surprised that she could scream around the mouthful of meat he was feeding her. He had to ride her bucking form like a cowboy as the first throes of her mad orgasm crashed through her superheated body. Her cunt was convulsing wildly, squeezing out fat dollops of thick white cream, wrenching on nothing but air. And Donna was suffering a seizure, her whole body quaking with the intensity of what she was feeling. Her lean stomach rippled and her tits were so hard and hot that they were burning. Her ass chute was contracting almost as wildly as her cunt, and her thighs were vibrating with the contortions she was being put through.

Seeing all this, Tom could control himself no longer. In the middle of another throat-plunging thrust into her mouth, he felt his balls contract and his cock go stiffer than ever before. His first jet of cum went straight down Donna's throat, choking her. Then he pulled back, his hard cock throbbing out of control while Donna coughed up his gooey white sperm.

Tom pulled his cock out until only the prickhead rested on her tongue. He fired volley after volley of hot white cum into her open mouth.

Coughing and spluttering, Donna writhed beneath him. Cum poured out over her lips in a thick white wave, flowing back over her cheeks.

Tom backed off even farther now, pumping his cock and spraying his jizz at her open mouth. He felt as though he hadn't come in a year instead of having just blown his wad minutes ago, and he clogged her mouth with his spunk. One shot bounced off her front teeth and drooled down her chin, another went too high, sluicing up over her nose and then drooling down over her upper lip.

Through it all, Donna continued to wildly buck and grind beneath him, her sweaty, straining body wracking its way through an unwanted, vile orgasm. Even the cum he was drenching her face with seemed less terrible now, the salty, sticky stuff tasting good in her mouth and feeling good on her throat as she swallowed.

It seemed to go on forever, and it never really did end. Finally Tom's cock was just drooling cum, and he sat the head of his prick on her lips, glossing them with a sticky white sheen. Donna was still bucking her hips beneath him, and her drooling cunt had completely saturated the carpet beneath her, but she was slowing down, and the glazed look was leaving her eyes.

With her returning awareness came returning shame. Donna closed her eyes and pursed her lips tightly together. Tom continued to play his cock along her slimy lips. Donna was repulsed with the thought of how, just moments ago, she'd been lapping after his cum as though to save her life. She felt like the lowest creature in the world, a two-bit tramp who went cock-crazy in the middle of being raped. She'd also cum without a cock anywhere near her cunt. She wanted to die.

"Take that cum, bitch," Tom laughed, poking his cock into her pretty, cum-painted lips. "Drink down every drop and make your pretty tits grow."

"I don't want anymore!" Donna cried, her shame growing too great for her to stand.

It was a mistake to open her mouth, though, because Tom used the opportunity to poke a big glob of spunk over her bottom lip and into her mouth. She gagged and he laughed some more.

"You wanted it enough before, bitch," he said, running his cock playfully across her chin. "And you'll want it again. It's just the times in between that your head's so fucked up."

"Leave me alone," Donna groaned. "You've done everything to me. Can't you just stop now?"

Tom sat back down on her, his ass resting on top of her tits. "Done everything to you? You stupid cold-assed bitch, I haven't done anything to you yet. Why there are things…" He stopped, shaking his head. "You're right, though, I've got things to do, and you've got a hell of a lot more to learn."

He gave her face one last slap with his cock and climbed to his feet.

Donna looked up at him, unable to muster the hate she wanted, managing only to feel degraded and ashamed, looking at his softening prick. She wished he would just leave, so she could try to pick herself up and go on with her life.

"I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow," he said and turned to leave.

"No!" Donna shouted, and, when Tom turned back toward her, she added angrily: "I never want to see you again. I won't tell Ryan about this if you go away, but if you ever bother me again…"

"Shut up!" Tom shouted, and Donna stopped in mid-sentence, seeing the dangerous look in his eyes. "I'll be at the wedding, bitch, and you and me are going to have some more times together. You don't understand yet, but you're not the same little uptight bitch now that you were this morning. You see, there's a kind of woman that men can spot and men can take, and you're just that kind of woman. Now that I've busted you open, you won't be able to walk down the street without getting a pack after you, and you'll always have such a case of hot pants that you'll never be able to say no."

"Liar." Donna shook her head, trying to deny his words.

Tom bent down to untie her hands, shaking his head, too. "The problem with a bitch like you is that you're too beautiful, too classy looking. A lot of men out there have had to take shit from bitches like you their whole lives, and when they find you and figure out they can fuck you, they're going to do it rough."

"No!" Donna shouted again, and this time she brought her hands down to cover her face. She was happy for the extra defense they gave her against his words. "What about Ryan?"

"Well, that's just something you're going to have to think about, you slimy cocksucker," Tom told her. "But you're going to be getting fucked a lot from now on. And I'm going to be doing a lot of that fucking myself."

Tom left the room before she could answer. Donna listened to him changing clothes in the bedroom she'd never seen. Donna began to cry again. She cried over the things she'd just done, and she cried because she was afraid Tom might be telling the truth.