Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!”

  Carla was bouncing hard up and down now, her arms and legs pulling wildly against the dude. She threw herself against the pillory now, crazy with her own lust. She fucked harder and deeper, feeling the dildo rummaging around in her cunt. While she pranced her ass like a wild mare, Carla sucked down deep, her checks caving in, caressing the strong, thickly veined sides of the big stud’s cock. She knew he was going to cum. Oh, yes, yes, she knew he was going to shoot his load down her throat soon! Carla could feel the urgency in the way he was jamming his prick into her mouth and down her throat.

  Now he was holding her head, his fingernails scratching her face even more frantically while her nose flattened against his groin. His wiry crack hairs tickled her nostrils as he throated her! Oh God! It was almost like swimming underwater! Carla pulled away, fearing the jets of scalding cum would surely choke her. Mike awful dildo, but a man’s cock! She groaned, her wrists struggling against the leather while Mike rubbed his prick up and down, up and down over her clit.

  “Ahhhhhhffffff!”

  Carla felt her knees starting to hurt, the whip stripes from the belt throbbing as she leaned there against the table, chewing down on the rubber ball gag. Shaking the sweat from her forehead, the woman waited for the moment when Mike would slip his cock into her, spearing his prickmeat all the way down her cuntal mouth.

  “Woah, baby! That cunt’s hot, real hot! Maybe too hot for me, eh?”

  With that, Mike slid his cock a little higher, ramming the hot, hard fucker right into her shitter.

  No one, not even her husband had ever suggested fucking her in the ass! It was something queen did, she heard — not normal people. She jerked forward, the muscles bulging out along her arm, while her knees threatened to buckle. Carla twisted her hanging leg, tugging at the restraining rope while beating her tits against the workbench. No! No! This was asking too off her excitement a bit. But still there was enough to make the tiny muscles tingle and contract.

  “This’ll keep you spread open for my cock, baby.”

  You pig, you beast! she thought to herself, twisting her head around as much as she could, watching helplessly as the big stud reached for a rope hanging limply from the low overhead. Bracing her ankle on his left shoulder, Mike looped the line around her calf, cinching it tight with a double figure-eight knot. Stepping away, he watched as her leg remained pulled out from her body, forcing the woman to bend her left leg and lean forward, bracing herself against the table for better support.

  “Unnnnnfffff!”

  Carla dropped her head, pressing her forehead against the leather cuffs holding her wrists together and against the workbench. Her leg stretched out that way hurt her terribly, the ache spreading from her thighs to her cunt, then into her belly. Mike rubbed his hot, hard prick over her pussy, letting his spongy cockhead rest against her clit. That was the magic moment, the instant when her tiny sex organ exploded once again. Touched by a cock! It wasn’t that her with a red rubber ball, two long leather straps hanging from either end. She stared mutely at it, her eyebrows arched as she wondered what on earth he was going to do.

  “This’ll make you a little less loud. Sometimes,” he said, taking the ball in his right hand while tugging her hair back with his left, “your screaming pisses me off.”

  Carla opened her mouth as he shoved the ball against her lips. She parted her jaws as far as they would go, a pain shooting through her cheeks. Mike shoved the gag past her front teeth, pushing in with his right two fingers until it rolled over her tongue and pressed against her back teeth. Carla swallowed hard, the filthy taste of the rubber ball making her wince. Laughing, he tied the two dangling straps together.

  “Now, we spread ‘em a little for my cock. Don’t want you gettin’ hurt.”

  “Unnnnffffff!”

  Mike was gripping her right ankle, pulling her legs straight out from her body until it was horizontal to the floor. Carla felt the pulling tension unstick her cuntlips, forcing them apart, opening the deep red slick throat of her pussy to the air. Her last climax had taken the edge another shiver rush up and down her spine. He was right! In the throes of her own orgasm, Carla didn’t really know if he had shot or not. She realized he had held back — held back for some devilish reason, no doubt. She pulled the door open, wondering what new horror he had in store for her.

  “This way.”

  He grabbed her hands again, examining her wrists, and noting with some approval her wrists weren’t badly chafed.

  “I don’t like to bruise up the women — at least not on the first time. It’s not much fun fucking around with a beat-up broad.”

  Carla thanked God for that, silently. Mike led her to a small workbench and told her to put her wrists together and down on one end of the table. There, attached to the wood was an L-shaped metal band, two leather wristcuffs bolted to the top and attached to the strip of steel. These Mike wrapped around the woman’s wrists, fixing them tightly to the bench.

  “I told you I haven’t cum yet. This is gonna be my turn, bitch!”

  The straps cinched tightly around her wrists, stopping the blood to her fingers. Carla winced, turning around only to see Mike approaching a moment the room was silent except for the heavy panting of both Mike and Carla, and the steady pumping sound of the compressor in the dark. As the woman began coming down from her high, she felt the beer starting to cramp her gut. She squeezed her assring around the enema nozzle, feeling the pleasure fading away as the pain of her overloaded ass started to take over all her sensation.

  “Ohhhhhh, no, please, take it out! Oh God, don’t keep it in!”

  Mike got off the stool with maddening slowness. Carla was panting now from pain laced with the fear she would shit all over herself. He released her, and pointed to a small door at one end of the room. Forgetting her fear of the man for the moment, Carla raced to it, barely making the toilet. The explosion of the liquid content in her bowels was so powerful she felt another small orgasm sweep over her.

  “What have I done to myself!” she wondered out loud.

  She heard Mike’s voice outside.

  “You fall in? Come on. I haven’t got all damned day? You’re gonna be moving that ass for me, baby. I didn’t cum, remember?”

  Carla drew one hand to her face, feeling fought the frantic woman, pulling her head back down against his crotch, rubbing her nose in his prickhairs.

  “Suck it down, bitch! Come on!”

  It was getting to be too much for Carla! The shooting air in the dildo was pricking her higher and higher, making her lips tighten around his cock, making her bob from side to side, her body pierced again and again by that rutting dildo.

  “Uhhhhhhhh!”

  Carla moaned against Mike’s cock, feeling her climax about to explode. The room was getting lighter, it seemed, as she squealed, her hips going wild. The woman bounced up and down, nudging her womb against the dildo while feeling her clit explode again and again. Her orgasm peaked like a thunderbolt, spasms of delight knifing through her again and again. She quivered there, hanging in the pillory, feeling the wild delight of cum shooting like lit sparklers through her body. Starting finally to comedown from her arousal, Carla felt she was too relaxed to keep the stiff position in the pillory she had maintained. That awful thing was in her all the way now, pushing aside all her hot, swollen cuntmeat, her juice sizzling around her ass. In much! She couldn’t take this ass-ripping pain much longer!

  “Right, baby! It hurts pretty fuckin’ hard, don’t it? Man, this is somethin’ else! Take it, you fuckin’ bitch! I’m gonna feel your shit on my cock. That’s what you are, and that’s what I’m gonna feel — shit!”

  His words bit into her pride, shredding her as she clung there to the side of the bench. It felt as if her asshole were being torn from her butt, ripped apart by that awful cock! Her cunt contracted, blowing out another hot fart as the muscles cinched down on nothing.

  “Unnfnfnnfnffffff!”

  Mike’s hands were
slapping her asscheeks now, his fingers stretching the white-striped flesh, prying her shitter open a little more for his fat cock. Carla tried shoving down and out much the same way she had pushed out against the beer enema, hoping somehow to reduce the pain. Why, oh why hadn’t he fucked her in the pussy? She had wanted it there, had wanted to feel his cock spreading her apart, stretching her open while she was strapped there to the table. Instead, he was doing this awful thing!

  “Oh man, tight! That’s it, baby, move that ass while I stick my cock down it!”

  Carla cried out, her groans muffled by the fat rubber ball. She felt as if her asshole were being torn to pieces by his fat cock. Her cunt almost cried out to feel his prickhead inside, the same cockhead now raping through her ass. She wanted to feel the hard, hot penetration in her pussy, not her shitter!

  Carla let out another muffled cry, feeling the obscene slickness of his prick in her asshole. Mike let go of her hip. She could feel his hand now reach up to her tits, his fingers scratching over her nipples, pinching the tiny nubs as if they were about to tear them off. It was then Mike pulled back a few inches, then shoved down with a grunt.

  “Mmfmrnfmfffff!”

  It was tearing her in two! Carla felt the aching pain of his hard fuck reaching to all, points of her body! When, oh when would this horror end for her?

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Carla bit down hard once again on the gagging rubber ball, the dick in her asshole stretching her assring more and more, until the woman thought she could feel her flesh tearing. Her asscheeks ached from the savage fuck, the pain spreading to her thighs and finally to her belly. Carla let out another cry, wondering just how much longer she would have to endure this before Mike finally sunk the length of his cock in her.

  “Uhhhhhhhhhhffffffffff!”

  She cried hot tears, the drops streaking her flushed cheeks. He had both hands covering her nipples now, pinching them until Carla was certain he was about to tear them off. He purposely twisted and turned them to get more pain from the grip, making her cry out. The agony in her tits took her mind from her asshole, thus making the woman relax her shitter muscles. That was all Mike needed. With a shout, he shoved down and up, burying the full length of his prick in between her asscheeks. Carla’s eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she felt that horrid thing all the way in her body. A cock! A hard prick slipped all the way into her bowels! Her legs and arms spasmed from that sudden full insertion, the vulgar, outward-stretching sensation of her shitter shooting flashes of delight up to her brain.

  “Mmfmmfmfmfmffffff!”

  Fucking, fucking! It had been something she had put from her mind after her husband’s death. But now it hit her full force. Even now, with the abuse she had to endure, this was better than nothing. Yes, wonderful fucking, a delight to her as she stood there in that awkward position, her body bound to the bench and overhead rope.

  “Yaghhhhhhhhhhfffff!”

  Her body spasmed again. Mike was pulling his cock out of her asshole, holding onto her hips now. Carla bit down on the ball, swallowing more spit that threatened to drown her. She shoved out with her asscheeks, looking for some relief from the sensual sucking in her shit-chute.

  “Nnnnnnnfffffff!”

  How her right leg throbbed and hurt, pulled out from her body and roped to the overhead restraint. She tried twisting around, tugging at the bands keeping her wrists bound to the workbench. Nothing seemed to work. A sharp cramp knifed through her muscles, making her bite down on the rubber gag once more, her left knee bending somewhat to ease the strain on her legs. And still Mike fucked her ass, his hands slapping her asscheeks now, making loud, dry smacking sounds that mingled with Carla’s moans.

  “Oh baby, baby, it’s gonna be something else once I get your daughter up here. If she’s anything like you, I’m gonna have myself a fun time,” Mike groaned, smoothing his hands aver the woman’s asscheeks, then smacking her again, forcing more tears from her.

  Carla was in agony, both in her assflesh and in her mind. She wrestled her body against his hands, feeling the pain from her shitter drive more heat into her crotch. The round, firm mounds of her ass flexed against his belly as if they were looking for more of that hot cock threatening to spilt her ass wide open.

  “Uhhhfhhffffff!”

  Carla felt the sliding of his prick as it chugged deeper into her guts, sending hot, shivery thrills through her bowels. Again and again, Carla felt her ass filling with the big man’s cock. It was like a steady, growing load of terrible heat. She thought, surely this would have to stop soon! Mike had aroused himself earlier with the belting and the sucking. Surely he would be close to cumming now, his cock was swelling to the point of bursting.

  But still the big stud kept on fucking her, holding onto her hips and driving his prick in and out, in and out of her asshole. Her asscheeks flattened against his groin each time he shoved down and in. There were times when the woman thought he would knock her off balance, sending her crashing to the floor with her wrists and right leg still bound. Carla could imagine the pain of such a fall. Yet still he would be fucking her, drilling her ass with that fat prick while torturing her stiff nipples.

  “Uhhhhhhffffff!”

  Mike stopped for a moment, smoothing his hands over her belly and tits, pinching the nipples until she sobbed through her rubber gag. And then it was back into her, his cock going deep. Carla inhaled sharply, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. It was as if her belly were about to explode in some terrible rutting fire, making her wish now he would keep fucking her in the ass! Yes, how strange it was, but the young woman was wanting more up her butt, more prickmeat stretching her, filling her, gouging against the walls of her bowels-as she clung to the bench.

  “Baby, Carla… yeah, that’s it… oh yeah, ol’ Mike’s gonna fuck the shit outta you, oh Christ, that’s a fine, tight, hot ass! I’m gonna tear that thing open, fill it up with my jizz! Man, it’s gonna pump the shit outta you when I cum!”

  Carla shivered at the words. She felt him shoving back and forth, speeding up his cockstrokes until the woman thought her ass would catch fire. As the ramming length and speed of his fuckstrokes grew, Carla felt the sliding of her cuntlips against one another, milking nothing. It was the only disappointment — the wish she would have something fucking her pussy! How her ass burned and thrilled to Mike’s cock! Now, if only he would stick something in her pussy, something that would take care of that feeling of wanting a prick rodding her there!

  “Uhfhhfhfhhfhff!”

  She shivered again, her shoulders shuddering as Mike began fucking her hard and fast, like a trip-hammer. Carla panted, her mind going blank. She was being fucked, fucked hard and brutally. But the way her cunt was reacting, the woman didn’t care what happened in her ass. The hard, hot bar of his cockmeat shoved deep in her ass, then seemed to slow. Mike was giving her short, jerky thrusts in her ass, his hands clawing her, pawing her, scratching her thighs, tearing at her as she hung there in that painful, awkward position.

  “Oh yeah, gonna do it now, Carla, gonna do it now!” Mike cried.

  The kink of her bowel lining hurt her terribly. She felt her asshole lining about to tear loose, the sensation accelerating the vulgar thrills shooting from her ass. At the same time, Carla could feel her clit ready to explode again. Just the shivers of delight radiating from her shitter were enough to bring the nub to excitement. Carla danced her ass around, the jiggling weight of her bouncing asscheeks adding to the sensations coming from her cunt. She wanted it all to happen at once — the juicing feeling in her cunt, the hot, dry throbbing in her ass — everything to explode like a bomb while Mike fucked her.

  “Uhhh!”

  He grunted behind her, his cock pulling out, sucking her guts down. Only the head of his cock stayed in her asshole. Carla could feel his thick cockhead tugging at the lining of her shitter, urging her insides out. She hunched her ass back and forth in fast, prancing strokes.

  “Want it that bad, eh? Man, you were screaming yo
ur head off before. Now you can’t keep that ass quiet, right Carla?”

  She was shaming herself again. Carla knew that. But the woman couldn’t stop herself. His hands were mashing her tits now. Her face hit the table until she could feel bruises rising on her forehead. But Carla ignored all that. All she could do was concentrate on her asshole — concentrate, concentrate, until she felt spurting fire in her ass. Oh, he was cumming, shooting his load, filling her shitter with his fiery spunk! Carla screamed, cinching her eyes shut, biting down on the ball until she thought she would tear it in half! Mike stroked one hand down her belly, touching her cunt, rubbing his callused fingertip over her cunt. That was all she needed.

  “Eaghhghghghfhdhffffff!”

  It was a powerful climax, one that sent lightening bolts of searing heat through her clit again and again. Carla’s mind shattered while her body trembled against the workbench. Again and again, the blonde tried tearing her hands and ankle from their bonds, her body twisting and writhing against Mike’s. He held onto her, half-mounting her like a dog in heat, his cock still buried deep in her ass as he unloaded his balls.

  “Christ! Man, baby, go for it! Come on, blow it out, cum with me!”

  She wished she could die at this point, die in rutting shame while her climax blew through her like a hurricane. But the throbbing, keen pleasure that hurt kept her conscious and alive. Soon the delightful spasms passed, leaving her dangling from the bench, her right leg hurting her terribly. Mike slid his cock from her ass.