Free Enslaved by Ray Gordon Page A

thing, she thought apprehensively, but a massive male organ? As inch by inch of solid fleshpole drove into the hot depths of her bowels, she lost her senses, tossing her head, whimpering, gasping for more.
    Grabbing her hips, John began his fucking, driving his shaft deep into her rectum and withdrawing only to impale her again on his massive organ. Grunting expletives with every thrust, he finally rammed his penis in to the hilt. 'Coming! God, I'm coming already!' he gasped as his sperm discharged from his weapon-head. Marianne could feel the male come lubricating her anal cylinder, filling her velveteen sheath. 'God, you've a tight arse!' he praised her as he withdrew and thrust deep into her again with alarming vigour.
    As the flow of semen ceased and John stilled his pistoning cock, Marianne squeezed her eyes shut. Desperate for her hands to be released now, she prayed that her beautiful ordeal was finally over. Her bottom-hole felt painfully bloated, her pelvis strangely inflated, and she wondered at her wanton act of depravity - her complete loss of morality.
    Sobbing with pleasure as John slowly withdrew his weapon, Marianne glimpsed Barry again. He'd set her up with John, used her. But what had become of his raging jealousy? He seemed to change with the wind, she mused as she was ordered to stand up. As John released her hands and helped her into her gown, she decided to finish with Barry. With John and Jill knowing about her magical word, she'd not be short of company - or a rampant and fulfilling sex life.
    'Sit at the table and wake up!' John ordered.
    'Oh! I feel strange!' she cried as she sat down and looked up at John.
    'Strange? How... how do you mean?' he asked nervously.
    'I don't know. I feel... Oh, never mind. As I was saying, I can't think why Barry's suddenly so concerned about me being alone in the house.'
    'No, neither can I. Look, I'd better be going - I've just remembered that I'd promised to help a friend with... I'll call round to see you again - if you want me to, that is?'
    'Yes, please do! It's been nice seeing you, John. I'm in most mornings so .. .' God, what am I suggesting? 'Yes, come round again.'
    'I will. I'll see myself out. Bye.'
    'Bye John - and, please, do come again!'
    Wandering out into the garden, her bottom-hole wet, her buttocks sore, Marianne walked across the lawn towards Barry's hide. Wondering whether to pretend to suddenly discover him, to ask him what he was doing, she turned and made for the house. He'd come in by the front door and question her, she was sure as she closed the back door. There was no way he'd be able to refrain from questioning her, but what about? He could hardly confront her!
    As she'd predicted, Barry arrived by the front door and breezed into the kitchen. 'Hallo, love!' he smiled. 'I've an
    hour or so between clients so I thought I'd come home.'
    'I'm pleased you did,' she replied. 'God, is that the time? I had no idea! I'm not even dressed yet! Where on earth has the time gone?'
    'Time flies when you're enjoying yourself!' he quipped, with a hint of sarcasm, she decided.
    'But I've only been. . . What have I been doing all this time?'
    'You must have gone back to sleep. Anyway, how do you feel?'
    'How do I feel? How do I feel about what?'
    'How do you feel about... Juxtaposition.'
    Ah, now I might learn something! she thought as Barry asked her to remove her gown and stand naked before him. 'I was watching you from the garden,' he began. His voice was stern, accusing. 'I watched you sucking John's knob, you filthy little tart! I saw John whipping you and fucking your arse. Did you like it, Marianne? Tell me, are you really such a whore that you enjoy having another man fuck your arse?'
    Frozen to the spot, Marianne couldn't believe Barry's words, his condemning words. He'd been the one who'd set her up! she thought angrily. What the hell was he playing at by accusing her of whoredom? But, she reflected, this was his jealousy surfacing. He was so jealous