Chapter 6

After Sandi Smith had rebuffed him on the phone, Larry had downed several more drinks, switching from martinis to straight scotch. For awhile he'd flirted with a couple of cute teenagers who were passing through Brunrocke on their way from Connecticut to San Francisco on expensive British-made ten-speed bicycles - rich little bitches on a phony hippie trip - toying with the idea of fucking one or perhaps both of them. But though the high school girls couldn't have been more than sixteen, they had none of Sandi's appealing air of innocence and vulnerability. Their well-padded, Levi-encased ass-cheeks didn't undulate with the unconscious provocative wriggle which he so admired in his best friend's wife, and his own wife Clare, for that matter. Anyway, the girls seemed far more interested in two local long-hairs who Larry overheard murmuring something about taking a drive out of town to see how their crop of grass was doing.

"What's the matter with kids today anyway?" the twenty-seven year old muttered sourly to himself as he prepared to stomp out of the bar. "No fucking good, that's for damn sure!"

His long cock was bulging against his jeans as he gulped down the last of his scotch, and he was just getting up to drive back to Lakeview Gardens and once again release his raging hunger for Sandi on his wife when he suddenly overheard a most interesting conversation going on at the next table. Settling back down in his seat, he pricked up his ears, a lewd smile gradually sliding over his rugged face as he absorbed the obscene details of the two men's conversation.

Larry, born and raised in Brunrocke, recognized both youths. The blond one had been a few years behind him in high school, and he vaguely recalled some scandal or other involving him and some chick who'd been caught making it in the balcony of the swimming pool during swim team practice. As for the dark-haired man, Larry knew he was some kind of foreign motherfucker who'd opened a photographer's studio several months ago.

So that's where the stupid bitch got a job, he gloated to himself. And that's why she sounded so weird on the phone, too!

Pushing back his chair so quickly that it crashed to the floor, the lust-crazed motorcycle circus manager elbowed his way out of the crowded bar, jumped into his big Buick, and sped toward Lakeview Estates. By the time he'd reached the Smith's darkened house, he'd sobered up enough to think to park his car down the block and to sneak in through the open kitchen door on silent feet. Thus the two erotically aroused women never heard him until he made his triumphant entrance.

Both naked women gaped at him with fear-widened eyes as he ripped off his jeans and shirt and swaggered over toward the big double bed, flicking on the bright overhead light on his way.

"Wanna see what I'm fucking here!" he laughed in a coarse way.

Sandi, forgetting her earlier effort to avoid her girlfriend's unnatural embrace, now clutched her arms around Clare. She was shaking like a leaf as a few stinging tears trickled down her flushed cheeks, and her green eyes were widened and glazed with fear.

"Don't worry, honey - he always goes crazy like this when he's had too much to drink," Clare whispered. "Just do what he says, or he'll get really mad. He's not going to hurt you - he just wants to get into your cunt."

"But he can't do that! I won't let him!" Sandi hissed back, though by now she ought to have known the futility of trying to resist a lust-frenzied male.

"Shut up, you bitches!" the dark-haired man loomed over them, swaying a little unsteadily. In his right hand he brandished his enormously erect purplish cock, aiming it directly at Sandi's fear-contorted face, and with the other he grabbed hold of his wife's short, black hair and yanked her to her knees. Then, slapping her across the face with a sickening sound of flesh cracking against flesh, he shoved her off the bed.

"It's my turn to take this little cock-teasing bitch!" he swaggered, staring down at the nakedly cringing blonde with lecherous eyes. "Thinks she's too good to fuck me, but the next thing I hear she's screwing around with some asshole of a photographer and anyone else with a good hard cock!" He sneered down at the blonde, taking a sadistic pleasure in the way her face sagged as she realized he knew her guilty secret. "Or a cunt," he added, glaring at Clare.

He knows! Sandi's tortured mind screamed. I don't know how he can, but he does! Oh God... it's all over now! He'll tell Verne, I know he will!

"No... no... no..." she moaned, burying her face in the bedcovers.

"Yes, baby!" Larry snarled. "Now you're gonna fuck me, 'cause if you don't Verne's gonna hear all about that goddamn dirty movie you're making. And you know as well as I do what he'll think of his sweet little wife then!"

Suddenly Sandi felt rough hands grasping her and trying to turn her over, and she began to struggle before the meaning of his words sank through her shock-stupored brain. This incensed Larry, just as Clare had warned it would, and he decided to really give this stupid blonde a taste of his aching cock that she'd never forget.

"Seeing as everyone else has already had a chance at your cunt, I'll try out that cute ass of yours," he leered.

Sandi had the sense to let her body go limp as the intoxicated man's brutal hands pushed her face down against the mattress, but it was too late to hope to mollify him now that the idea of fucking her in the anus had taken seed in his lust- maddened mind. Without any thought of the pain he was causing, Larry dug his powerful fingers into the tender flesh of the girl's white-skinned inner thighs, dragging her backward on the high bed until her shapely legs dangled over the side and her firmly rounded ass-cheeks jutted out, their flesh obscenely white against the pale golden tan of the rest of her body. Though her breasts were being painfully crushed, and in spite of the panic that had risen inside her at his terrible threat, Sandi gritted her teeth to force back her scream of terror.

He can't really be going to do it to me in the ass, she tried to reassure herself. It's not possible - it's not human!

Never in all her nineteen years had she so much as dreamed of such incredible perversion, and she had almost managed to convince herself that he was just trying to frighten her when his fingers grasped at the round half-moons of her buttocks and forced them apart. This time she couldn't hold back a gasp of horror.

Larry was really going to do this vile thing! And there was nothing at all she could do to stop his perverted defilement of her body - nothing at all! She didn't even dare to attempt to fight him off, for then he'd be certain to tell Verne everything!

From where Clare Johnson lay on the floor beside the bed, she had a perfect view of her girlfriend's wide-stretched buttocks and her own husband's long, glistening hardness. It looked even thicker than usual, and sympathy for her innocent girlfriend mingled with the strange shivers of arousal the indecent spectacle stirred in her sensuous body. If she hadn't been afraid of arousing her drunken husband's wrath, she'd have liked to comfort the blonde, to continue her abruptly interrupted caresses of her lovely young body, but as it was she just lay quietly on the carpet watching Larry position his penis directly over Sandi's pinkly puckering little anal opening. Oh God, wasn't he even going to prepare the virgin rectum with his finger?

Suddenly the suburban bedroom resounded with loud cries; first Johnson's bestial roar as he flicked his muscular hips forward and drove his iron-hard phallus into the tiny opening between his friend's wife's provocatively upraised ass-cheeks, and then Sandi Smith's wail of pain as the huge flesh rod sank halfway into her never-before-entered anus. The pain was so intense that she couldn't help flailing her body and jerking her hips to try to expel the torturing penis, unintentionally doubling the agony in her tight, dry channel.

"Aiieeeee! Stop! Stop it! Oh God, stop!" Sandi screamed.