Chapter 6

Mrs. Wynton had been explaining Doris's duties to her; now they were sitting in the small office where Doris would do most of her work, when Mabel Williams tapped at the door then entered.

"Would you like your coffee in here, Ma'am?" she asked in a subdued voice.

"Yes," said Mildred, then asked, "would you like a coffee, too?"

Doris nodded, glanced at her watch. It was eleven o'clock on her second day--and first morning at Romily Manor. Doctor Marston wanted to see her that afternoon, she remembered.

"I'll tell Mabel to bring you coffee every morning at this time if you'd like it," said Mildred.

"That would be nice," said Doris. The cook had looked different from the day before, she thought idly. Her eyes were red-rimmed as though she'd been crying, and she walked slowly, painfully, as though she'd been hurt.

"Is--is she all right?" she asked now, hesitantly, wondering if she was being too forward.

Mildred raised her eyebrows, asked: "Mabel?"

Doris nodded. "She--she looks, well, different."

Mildred looked at Doris thoughtfully before she answered. "She was disciplined last night."

Doris showed her surprise. "Disciplined?"

Mildred smiled. "I'm very old-fashioned, Doris. If any of my employees misbehave, I prefer to punish them--rather than discharge them."

Doris stared blankly at her employer.

"Don't you think that's better?" Mildred said, smoothly. "I pay very well and I'm sure my employees would prefer trivial discipline rather than losing their jobs."

"How--how do you punish them?" Doris asked in a low voice.

Mildred laughed lightly. "It depends upon the occasion." Her eyes flickered over Doris's shapely figure. "Have you ever been spanked?"

Doris flushed, then murmured, "Only when I was small.

Mildred nodded. "It didn't hurt much, did it? A few light spanks on the bottom don't hurt anyone--and can do a lot of good. They make you aware of your mistake and remind you not to make the same error again."

Doris looked confused. "I--I don't know--" she murmured.

"I'm sure you're very conscientious," said Mildred, "but just supposing you neglected your work for no good reason, wouldn't you prefer to have a few light slaps on your bare bottom instead of being discharged and having the headache of finding another job?"

Doris gave a nervous laugh. "I--I've never thought about it," she admitted. "I don't know how I'd feel!"

Mabel tapped at the door then and entered with two cups of coffee on a tray.

Mildred patted Doris's hand. "Then don't worry your head thinking about it now; it'll probably never be necessary. D'you like sugar in your coffee?"

"Yes, please," said Doris absently, still seeing an image of herself lying face down on Mrs. Wynton's lap and the woman's hand slapping down on her exposed, naked bottom. Or would she use a strap or a cane? Her cheeks flushed at the thought, then to her own surprise, she felt a flicker of sexual excitement. How would it feel to expose my soft, sensitive bottom to the eyes of this frightening but fascinating woman? It has been so long since my daddy spanked me... How had it felt? How would it feel?

"You're not dunking your coffee," said Mildred.

Doris's flush deepened then she picked up her coffee and sipped at it.

"Not worrying about anything, I hope," said Mildred.

Doris set down her cup. "Why no, Mrs. Wynton nothing at all."

"If you have any problems--any kind of problems--I hope you'll confide in me," said Mildred. "I'm always ready to help my staff." She smiled, sipped her coffee, then: "I may seem strict to you, but I'm very loyal to my staffs long as they're loyal to me."

"I have no problems," said Doris quietly, then she added: "Oh, I've just remembered, Doctor Marston wants to see me this afternoon--will it be all right if I take time off?"

"Of course. The doctor mentioned it to me last night." Mildred gave Doris a searching look. "Just what does he want to see you for?"

Doris shrugged. "I don't know some kind of tests, he said."

Mildred drew in her breath. "I see--the tests--it had to be the tests." She gave a sharp laugh. "Is something wrong?" Doris looked up.

"No nothing's wrong, Doris," said Mildred, rising to her feet. "It'll be quite all right for you to take the afternoon off and visit my dear friend, Doctor Marston." She moved to the door, then said over her shoulder, "I think two o'clock would be the best time--you know where he lives?"

"He gave me his card."

"I'll have George drive you over--be ready right after lunch," said Mildred, leaving the room.

The big car was waiting outside the manor when Doris ran down the front steps. Lunch, with Mrs. Wynton and Willis, had been a very quiet affair. The low-browed young man had kept his beady eyes fixed on her all through the meal, making childish chuckling sounds to himself as he slopped the food into his mouth. Like the night before, he had kept groping under the table until Doris--consumed by a horrible curiosity-- had deliberately dropped her napkin, bent to retrieve it and taken the chance to stare under the table. With an effort, she had restrained a gasp. Willis's pants were open again, and his hairy hand was holding his huge organ--so close that Doris could see the slitted lips in the gross, rounded head of it opening and closing as he caressed it obscenely just inches away from her legs.

When she straightened herself, Doris's cheeks were pale. The thing is so huge! She swallowed some food with an effort. It would split a girl wide open--it would tear my little pussy apart if it thrust into me!

Color came back into Doris's cheeks as she remembered her sensual dream of the night before after she'd fainted. Was it the thought of this massive cock which caused me to dream so vividly, orgasm so wildly?

She felt a small moistness at her crotch, and squeezed her thighs together, tightly, guiltily as though her excitement was visible.

Mrs. Wynton was the only one of the three of them who carried on a conversation during the meal; Willis was too busy staring at Doris, squeezing and caressing his cock--and, before the meal was over, reaching an obscene climax and orgasming a jagged stream of yellow juice onto the dining room carpet, while he gave breathless, jerky groans--and Doris herself was too engrossed with her own erotic fantasies to pay much heed to her employer's words.

Doris was glad when the meal was over and she could hurry up to her room, prepare herself, then run down to the waiting car and chauffeur.

"Doctor Marston's," she said to George.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said, politely, adjusting his rear-view mirror so that he could see Doris's leg and thighs under her short skirt.

The car slid forward smoothly; George's eyes flicked to the mirror. She's not wearing pantyhose today! He stirred in the driver's seat. Doris's bare legs and thighs were visible up to her crotch. Skin-tight silk briefs, white and clinging, and each time she moves her legs I can see strands of dark hair poking out from under her panties!

George's hand slipped onto his crotch and he felt the hard mass of muscle there. I'll bet she's got a tight, snug pussy! Unobtrusively, he squeezed the swollen head of his cock. Unless that bastard, Willis, has already got into her!

The car turned off the main highway onto a sideroad. Pretty face and figure--I'll bet her pussy's soft as satin, as tight as a creamy glove!

"Is it far, George?" Doris asked.

He jerked his head, took his hand from his crotch guiltily as Doris slid to the edge of her seat to speak to him.

"Just a few minutes, Miss," he answered, huskily.

Doris sat back and her skirt stayed dragged up. Her panties are so thin I can see her dark hairs through them! I always like a girl with a hairy cant always get a hard, a big hard, when the girl's young and hairy and wet! I'll bet she's wet and warm inside as juicy a young morsel as I've ever seen!

He stopped the car outside a remote building that was more like a lodge than a house.

"We're there, Miss," he told Doris. "Doctor Marston's."

He slid out of the car quickly, opened the door for her then watched her buttocks work as she minced up the short path to the front door of the lodge.

Just the sight of her from the back excited him. I'm gonna screw that sweet pussy as soon as I get the chance, Miss Dainton, he promised himself and Doris beneath his breath. I wanna fuck that tight cunt before Willis ruins it with his monstrous, beast-like cock! You better believe me, he fingered himself through the thick material of his uniform pants, I'm gonna squirt in your hot, wet pussy!

Doris had rung the bell; now the door was open and George watched her enter before he got back in the car to wait for her.

"I'm glad you could come," said Basil Marston, leading Doris into a small room at the back of the lodge.

Doris looked around her curiously; this wasn't like the doctors' offices she was used to in the city.

"Is this where you see your patients?" she asked.

Basil hesitated, then: "As a matter of fact, Doris, I'm not practicing now--kind of retired--I just see patients as a favor to friends."

"Like Mrs. Wynton," said Doris.

He gave her a sharp glance, but her expression was guileless.

"Yes," he said, his voice dry, "like Mildred Wynton."

He stopped at a high, cushion-covered bench that was more like a masseur's table than the conventional examining couch in most doctors' offices.

"How did you sleep last night?" he asked quietly.

Doris leaned against the bench. "Fine," she smiled into his face. "I didn't need to take the pill."

He smiled back at her. "Did you need anything else?"

Doris flushed then dropped her eyes, remembering his words about making herself come if she wanted to.

"I don't know what you mean," she mumbled.

"Yes, you do," he persisted. "Did you play with yourself before you went to sleep--did you tickle your clitoris and orgasm after I left you last night?"

The color in her cheeks deepened. "Yes," she whispered, "I--I had to--I wanted to so much after--after the--the dream I'd had!"

"That's all right, Doris," he said, his voice warm and understanding. "You don't need to be shy with me. It's quite natural and normal-- especially for a very highly sexed girl like you."

She lifted her eyes. "Highly sexed?"

He nodded. "Very."

"Am I highly sexed? How do you know that?"

He smiled. "You're shy as well, but I'd believe that you have very erotic thoughts and feelings--isn't that true?"

She flushed again then frowned. "I don't know, Doctor, really I don't know."

"But you feel very passionate sometimes, don't you Doris? You feel that you want some form of sexual outlet?"

"S-sometimes," she admitted.

"That's why I'm going to examine you--find out your sexual threshold."

"W-what!" Her face was shocked, eyes frightened. "Why?"

"I'm doing research. I'm very interested in the extent and intensity of orgasms."

Doris's mouth dropped open, then she gave a nervous laugh. "Interested in orgasms--" She laughed again. "I guess you are at that!"

"Scientifically," he said.

"Of course." Her voice was dry.

"Clinical orgasms," he added.

"Yes," she said, "I suppose."

He pointed to the bench. "Will you lie on your back on this couch?"

Doris's face paled and she looked frightened.

Basil took a step closer, wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Nothing to be frightened about, Doris. I won't hurt you and you'll find it a very pleasant examination--very satisfying, I know."

His words bent a little thrill through her body. Just what will he do? Is he going to make me orgasm? A sensuous ball of expectancy formed in the pit of her stomach.

"D'you want me to undress?" she whispered.

He looked at her very seriously. "Are you wearing panties?"

She nodded then said, "Of course."

"Then take them off--and, if you're wearing one, your brassiere."

Doris smiled. "I don't need one." She kicked off her shoes then reached under her skirt, slipped her fingers in the elastic waistband of her briefs and slid them off.

Slowly, seriously, she handed the tiny briefs to Basil. He dropped them on a chair, nodded toward the couch and Doris climbed onto it.

She sat on the edge for a moment, looking at his face. "Are you--" she paused, swallowed, then: "Are you going to climb on top of me?"

He stared at the sheen of dampness on her legs: she was sweating and excited.

"No," he told her, "I'm not going to climb on top of you; there are other ways--very enjoyable ways--of bringing you to an orgasm."

She flushed again then leaned back, flattened herself on the couch and closed her eyes.

Basil stared at the young figure of the girl for a moment, holding his breath, admiring the upthrust breasts, slim waist and deliciously shaped legs which stretched down from the hem of the skimpy skirt, then he reached to the front of her blouse, unbuttoned it and exposed the white, throbbing breasts.

Doris's eyes opened and her color deepened. "D'you hafta do that?"

He nodded, smiled reassuringly, then drew his fingertip across the nipple of a breast very gently. Doris stiffened, then the nipple protruded and hardened.

"Why'd you do that?" she asked in a whisper.

"Testing," he said softly.

She smiled, closed her eyes again.

He moved down the couch. "Open your legs," he urged gently. "Part your thighs!"

She kept her eyes closed but her legs and thighs parted widely. Basil raised the short skirt to her waist, bared her thighs, belly and the dark triangle of hair at the base. He let his eyes rest on the brunette foliage for a moment, then his gaze went down to the inverted tip of the triangle and the slight mound with its thin slit down the center and the pouting vaginal lips on either side.

He reached down, placed a finger on either side of the slit then stretched it open. The lips curled open, showing pink, wet tissue within; at the top of the slit, the pea-size clitoris was visible. He touched it... Doris drew in her breath with a hiss and tiny quivers ran across her belly.

"Lift up your knees," said Basil softly, "and let them fall apart."

She did as he told her and he watched the vagina ooze open. Bending his head, he stared up into her vulva then moved his hand lower, opened the cheeks of her bottom and exposed the anal opening.

He touched the small red star with his fingertip. Doris flinched, drew in her breath loudly but said nothing.

"Did you ever have anything in there?" he asked her.

"No!" she shot out the word.

"A man never put his penis in your anus?" he persisted.

"No, no, no," she said, sounding angry. "I'd never let a guy stick his cock in me there!"

"But you yourself," he asked quietly, "didn't you ever touch that little hole with your finger--when you were playing with yourself-- didn't you ever?"

She twisted her head to one side. "May--maybe just touch is all--"

"Just put your fingertip in very gently?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"And pull it in and out?"

"Maybe--just--just a little!"

"And you enjoyed it?" he asked.

"I--I--" she broke off.

"It increased the thrills," he went on, "while you were teasing your clitoris with one hand you pushed your finger in and out of your anus and it heightened the sensation?"

"Oh yes," she breathed, lifting her knees higher as she spoke, "it's like wild when I do that!"

"You get a thrill at your anus, too?"

"You mean in my bottom?"

"Yes," he said.

"Ohh," she sighed, "all inside my bummie--it feels like on fire--the thrills run from my pussy to my clit, then shoot out of my bottom--it shatters right through me, I blast like crazy!"

Basil inserted his fingertip inside her anus, felt the wet, warm walls hugging it and was aware of the throbbing inside the arousing flesh.

"You'll like this test," he promised her, withdrawing his finger completely then lightly touching her clitoris. "I'm going to run a very mild current--a mild electrical current--from your clitoris to your anus."

Doris tensed her body, opened her mouth to voice a protest. Basil leaned over her face, spoke softly, persuasively. "You're going to orgasm with more intensity than you ever imagined in your wildest, most erotic dreams, Doris. You're going on cloud nine and you'll love every sensual second of your trip!"

"You--you won't hurt?" Her voice was frightened.

"Anything but--" he promised her.

He wheeled the small table beside the couch, and Doris lay still, her head turned, watching him. That black box with things attached to it, Doris asked herself, what will it do to my pussy?

There were two cables with small suction cups at the end; Basil attached them to each of Doris's nipples. The cups fitted over her breasts, holding them with their own suction, and a spongy pad inside them pressed lightly on her nipples. The slight contact made her nipples get hard and Doris breathed hard with excitement, making her breasts rise and fall, but the movements did not dislodge the rubber cups.

Basil took another cable from the box on top of the wheeled table; the cable had a slim electrode attached to the end of it. He stretched the electric cord until it was between Doris's thighs, then, telling her to raise her knees and part them, he eased open her anus and slid the electrode inside.

"Hurt?" he asked, solicitously.

"No-no--" she murmured.

"I put cream on it before I inserted it," he told Doris. "Can you feel it inside you?"

She moved herself a little. "Yes," she told him, "but only just."

"Wriggle your bottom," he told her.

She squirmed herself, then nodded. "Now, I can feel it!"

"Good," he nodded, moved beside the table, put his hand on a black knob. "Tell me what you feel--if anything." He turned the knob very slightly.

Doris lay still for a moment, then her belly contracted and she half- lifted her buttocks.

"Now!" she said, breathlessly.

"What d'you feel?" he asked, eagerly.

"In--in my bummie--it's like warm--jerky an' warm!" Her voice was excited and saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth.

"Does it hurt?" he asked quickly.

She shook her head. "Oh now--it's like nice all warm an' nice!"

Basil nodded, turned the mild current off.

"It's gone now," said Doris.

"You'll have it again, later," he promised, smiling at her and reaching to another control.

"Tell me what you feel."

Doris shook her head, she wriggled her breasts from side to side. "My-- my nipples are getting hard," she whispered.

"Yes?" He turned the control again.

"They're hot--it's like little stabs running through my breasts an' they're warm. The--the cups are sucking my breasts pulling them out an' I can feel the nipples--ooh, I'm getting excited--they're getting harder and harder--" She shook her breasts, licked at her lips, opened and closed her eyes.

Basil turned off the current.

"You'll have more of that later, Doris. Are you enjoying this test?"

She opened her eyes, smiled at him. "Yes, oh yes, but--" her lower lip trembled, "but I'm kinda afraid--what're you gonna do next?"

"What d'you think?" he asked, stretching another cable from the black box.

"My--my pussy--you're gonna tie something on my pussy?"

There was another electrode attached to the end of this cable, too, held in place by a thick rubber strap which had suction cups at either end.

"Yes," said Basil, "it's time for your pussy!"

He clamped a suction cup on either hipbone so that the rubber strap stretched over the top of her vaginal slit. He adjusted the position of the electrode so that it was directly above her clitoris, then tightened the strap so that the end of the electrode was pressing on her clitoral tip.

"Feel that?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

"What's it touching?"

"My--my pussy--"

"But what part of your pussy?"

"My--my jumpin' bean--my--my clit!"

"Yes," he said, "your clitoris." He turned the dial of an indicator at the top of the box, watching Doris's face as he slowly increased the vibrations.

"Oooh, that!" Doris squealed suddenly, lifting and lowering her pelvis. "Right into me--right through my jumpin' clit!"

"Hurt?" he asked.

Doris squirmed herself. "No, oh no--do it again, Doctor!"

"Later," he promised, turning the dial back to zero.

Doris turned her head, swiveled her eyes as Basil picked up the slim rubber sheath.

"What's that?" she whispered.

He smiled. "Something to keep your pussy warm."

"You--you're gonna put it in inside--push it into me?"

"Yes."

She looked puzzled. "It--it's like small, isn't it, Doctor?"

He laughed. "You like big penises?"

She flushed, closed her eyes.

He leaned close, asked: "You like big cocks in you?"

"The things you ask, Doctor!" she protested, trying to sound shocked.

"Doris, d'you like big cocks up your pussy?"

"I--I haven't had so many--many cocks in me--" she opened her eyes, stared at Basil, indignantly, "an' none of them big, I mean, real big."

He held up the sheath, pressed a button at the end of it and the sheath expanded, becoming longer and thicker. "I can make this as thick as you like, Doris." His voice sounded excited for the first time. "I'm pushing it in your pussy then making it get bigger--you tell me when it's the size you like."

She blinked rapidly. "Is--is it hard? Will it hurt me?"

"It's pliable but hard enough. It won't hurt but it'll expand until it's pressing against all sides of your pussy, filling you completely, and it'll touch every sensitive spot inside you as I pull it and push it in and out."

"Oh, Doctor!"

Basil took a tube of salve, squeezed some onto his hand then smeared it on the sheath. "I'll make it soft and lubricated so that it'll slide in and out easily and smoothly; it'll adapt itself to the contours inside your vulva, pressing evenly all over, touching everything, thrilling you quite completely."

He held his breath, bent over her as she opened her thighs and lifted her buttocks with trembling eagerness, then inserted the end of the sheath between the shivering lips of her vagina.

"I'm pushing it in, Doris," he whispered, "and when it's all inside, I'll press the button, make it get bigger and bigger until you tell me to stop."

"Okay, Doctor, okay!" Doris's voice was high with excited anticipation.

The sheath slid through the curled open lips, piercing its path into the shivering tissue until its rounded end was flush with the top of Doris's vulva.

"It--it's at the back of my pussy--" she said, quaveringly, "but it--it can get thicker if--if you Like!" She lifted her hips, slowly rotated her pelvis as Basil touched the button and made the sheath expand.

Doris closed her eyes, held her breath as the thickness increased; every now and then she'd make a wet, sensuous sound as a fresh part of her sensitive vulva was titillated by the expanding sheath.

Basil watched the slit stretch open; the soft labia lips curled outward, showing wet, pink tissue until it seemed that the opening could not possibly get wider.

"Is that enough?" he asked, his finger ready to press the button and halt the expansion.

"Just--just a little bit more, Doctor. It's like--like nothing I ever imagined. I've never been so filled before!" Doris's voice was dreamy and breathless.

"All right," she said at last, and Basil pressed the button, then slid the sheath, sluggishly, tissue clinging to its sides, down the quivering vulva then pressed it upward again.

"Oh that, Doctor, oh that!" Doris raised her pelvis, tightened her belly into stiff ridges of tension as the sheath penetrated her.

Basil reached to the controls, switched on the power for the breast- pads.

Doris gave a low squeal of ecstasy when she felt the vibrations on her nipples.

"Feel it?" Basil whispered.

"Oh yes, on my breasts--the tits are all hard!" She shook herself, making her breasts swing from side to side, but the pads stayed in place.

Basil increased the power. Doris squealed again, more loudly this time. "It's like wild! Oh, Doc--you're driving me crazy. My nipples are on fire!" She twitched and jerked her whole body.

He manipulated the sheath, squeezing it in high, dragging it down slowly with sensual twistings.

"Inside my pussy--ooooh, all over it, every wet part!" She lifted her pelvis, undulated it and moaned. A dribble of saliva was trickling from her mouth and running down her chin until it dripped onto her neck.

Basil reached to the control for the anal electrode, turned it on.

Doris's buttocks jerked, and Basil, still holding the sheath in her vulva, let his hand move with her body.

"Inside my bummie. Eeeeh! It's all hot!" She bounced her buttocks up and down on the couch but the electrode was not dislodged.

He reached down and under her, pressed the electrode more deeply into her anus; her squeals became shriller.

"My bottom, Doc--the cheeks are shaking like jelly--oooh, up my bummie, right up the wet hole. The jabs are shooting right into me!" Doris's voice was a sensuous torrent of sound.

Basil reached for the control for the electrode on her clitoris, gradually increased the power.

A new note came into Doris's voice; a pulse in her forehead started flickering wildly. The saliva that spewed from her mouth became thicker. She lifted her knees high, then pulled them back into her belly. Basil changed his grip on the sheath, reaching under her drawn- up legs, squeezing the length of the rubber tube to the top of her sexual sac.

"My clit!" Doris screamed. "It's outa control!"

Basil glanced at it; the electrode was bobbing wildly on Doris's jerking clitoral head. Each time the electrode touched and sent a sharp stab of current into the tiny muscle, Doris's face twitched, her knees pressed into her belly and the contraction of her muscles in her vaginal walls forced the sheath downward with intense pressure.

Each time the sheath was forced down, Basil jammed it back up, and a fresh squeal of pleasure and pain would spew from Doris's lips.

She rolled herself upward and backward and Basil saw her anus stretching open with the electrode projecting; he placed his finger on the end of it, pressed it in to the limit. Doris shrieked and her buttocks became a mass of quivering jelly.

He reached to the box, increased the power in the anal electrode. Her shrieks changed into a babbling stream of obscenity.

"It's shooting up my ass I'm coming inside it! My bottom's on fire; that goddamned fire in my ass is making me blow. Eeeeh, Doc--I'm coming in my ass! It's fuckin' me inside my bottom an' I'm creamin'! Eeeeeeh!"

Basil swung over the dial, and the current in the clitoral electrode went up to near its limit.

Doris's belly became a shivering mass of vibrating muscles and nerves. He saw the clitoris quivering madly on the end of its stem, then Doris reached down, pressed her fingers into the base of her belly and pushed upward with her pelvis. "Fuck," she screamed, pressing her clitoris against the electrode. "Fuck my clit, you little metal rod, fuck an' fuck an' fuck!" She writhed in a sexual frenzy. "Doc!" she screamed, "fuck my pussy with that rubber--make it get big an' bigger, all inside me--all over my goddamned pussy--I'm orgasming all over. Oh Doc-- eeeeeh, I'm coming in every fuckin' part of me!"

Suddenly, Basil released his grasp of the rubber sheath; leaving it thrust inside Doris's pussy, pressing against the utmost end, and stood beside the couch. His eyes were excited as he watched the squealing, writhing and orgasming girl--then he turned to the controls, switched them all full on.

Doris's gyrations became even more frenetic. Her arms waved in the air wildly, then she reached to her crotch, scratched at her clitoris, squeezing it, pressing it against the electrode with maniacal strength. Her bottom bounced up and down, and each time it squashed onto the couch, the electrode up her anus went in more deeply.

"Eeeeh, Doc," she screamed. "Up my fuckin' ass, it's creaming me. I'm comin' all over, Doc, I'm goin' crazy!"

Basil watched the trickle of red and white fluid seeping from her anus as she writhed in sexual agony. His breath came more quickly, then he reached to his own crotch and unfastened his pants.

Doris's eyes rolled wildly; she was unaware of the man standing beside the couch, holding his enlarged cock in his hand.

Suddenly, Basil reached to the black box and cut off the power in all the attachments. Doris continued to writhe, jerk and moan with frenzy.

He seized the dead electrode in her anus, yanked it out of the wet, squirming hole. Her bottom still quivered, the cheeks opened and closed of their own accord.