Chapter 1

The smell of sex was strong. Madeline’s face was stuffed in a pillow, her balled fists were filled with wads of sheet, and her ass was shoved upward. John’s fingertips dug into her hips, using them for leverage.

The sound of his grunts and groans and their flesh slapping drowned out Madeline’s muffled whimpers. His swinging balls punched, punched, punched her bald pussy every time his groin slammed into her ass. Her intestines were quivering.

John shuddered, jerked, and arched back, lodging his bloated cock head in the girl’s asshole. His sack cinched around his balls. He yanked his cock free, but Madeline’s inflamed anus hung wide open. John pounded his fist down the ass-slimed erection, shooting a stream directly into the gaping hole. The freshly bored anus snapped shut, yawned, and closed again.

He smiled and rammed the full length of engorged, spurting cock through the abused sphincter. The cushions of Madeline’s cheeks rippled with the impact of his body. He hunched and jerked, emptying his balls in her ass.

John’s waning boner slipped from the girl’s slurping hole. He watched the flame-red ass tissue struggle to regain its original snug, puckered pinkness, and fell onto his side and apologized for breaking his promise.

Whatever it was that the little vixen made him agree to, John felt it would be worth it. How often do you get to have a virgin asshole? “I’m gonna take a shower,” John said. His apologies had fallen on deaf ears.

Madeline:

I flipped my pillow, wet side down, and turned my back to John’s side of the bed, wondering how many times the man had said he was sorry. There was no excuse for such a severe fucking when you tell someone it’s your first time doing anal. “I got caught up in the moment” wasn’t an excuse for that kind of behavior, even if I lied about it being my first time.

Of course, I had never done it with a dick like John’s. He was enormous compared to any that I’ve tried or even seen. At first, it hurt like hell, and I cried out, but once my fingers were on my clit and inside my pussy, I came and came and came. Now, I hate myself, again, for getting pleasure from it.

A girl can’t cry foul after an orgasm like that. If I got off, I must have liked having my asshole wrecked by that man’s gigantic cock. After all, I am the slut who put myself in this situation. Didn’t I ask for it?

Oh, yes, I sure did, but that doesn’t make what John did okay. Although the ends do justify the means, don’t they? The look on John’s face when I disclose my secrets will be well worth a sore asshole, but what about the rest of this? It shouldn’t have taken so long.

Maybe I should have bailed out before I had time to find out John wasn’t the total scumbag I always imagined him to be. The longer the relationship went on, the more my feelings changed. I needed John to be like my grandfather. That would have made all of this so much easier and satisfying.

It’s too late now, I tell myself and think about the ass-raping I got tonight. It took a long time, but the deal is sealed. Tomorrow is the day of reckoning for Mr. John, and I’ll know if revenge is as sweet as pussy juice.