Iris' thoughts were blank — she was conscious of nothing but the agonizing pain. Even moments of shame and mortification disappeared and all that mattered was the desire to be released from the excruciating agony. Oh, God, she thought, how can he do this depraved thing to me?
"Oh, stop, please John stop, you're splitting me…" she sobbed mindlessly, her buttocks thrashing with new strength.
John, goaded on by the whining quality of her plea, thrust forward and sunk even more of his hungry cock into the smooth rubbery walls of her grotesquely distended back passage.
Iris ceased struggling when she realized that her every movement only served to draw the brutally stiffened cock even further into her forbidden sanctuary. Pain spread like wildfire through her body as she felt the staining cheeks of her ass being stretched and pulled even further apart to allow her husband to sink his fleshy shaft deeper into her virginal channel. Then, all of a sudden, he was all the way in! He had buried every peripheral inch of his hardened rod into her soft bruised rectum! Moaning piteously, she could feel his balls, dangling lewdly with their heavy load of sperm, slapping down against her open cunt, the crinkly skin curiously irritating the tender lips of her naked pussy.
Iris lay completely still, hardly daring to breath, fearful of increasing the splitting pain by any unnecessary motion. Her hips, still inhumanly gripped by his gorilla-strong hands, were numb and the only thing she was conscious of was the enormous cock pushing solidly into her painfully widened anus, the hard fleshy length of it stretching and expanding the soft yielding flesh unbearably.
John stared down at his plunging cock, ripping cruelly into his wife's tender flesh. He gazed greedily at the delicate pink inner ridges as they clung to his withdrawing pole. Then still watching the disappearing length, he rammed it into her depths until his balls were wedged hard between the tight globes of her backside. He could feel his wife periodically trying to clench her buttocks to squeeze him out, but her tightening only increased the pressure on his cock, transporting him to new ecstasy.
To her intense relief, Iris felt the inhuman pain abate and she could feel her breath coming almost normally again. The horse had ceased kicking and rearing, and was now whining softly, his eyes still riveted on the lewd lascivious rape in front of him. His ears were still flattened on his head and his tail was swiping back and forth menacingly.
As John began a rhythmic sawing in and out of her abused anal passage, Iris began to wonder what had brought this cruelty, this base action on her. What had she done to deserve her husband's humiliating anal fucking? She was still angry over the spanking incident, unable to block out the degradation from her mind, but this, this was far worse. She didn't think she could ever face him again after tonight. He was inhumanly fucking her from behind, mounting her like a stallion might…
Her thoughts were blanked out by the recognition of a new feeling beginning deep within her — a small needleprick of fire. The tingling quickly grew and horror blinded her as she realized that her body was betraying her — she was actually beginning to enjoy the vile act! She clenched her buttocks together in an attempt to drown out the burning that was there, but to no avail. The desire grew, until the flames licked up and spread like wildfire through her entire body. Her whole body felt charged with electricity, and even the tips of her fingers tingled until she thought she could feel sparks crackling from them. Oh, God, she thought miserably, I am just as bad as he is!
A strange masochistic pleasure began to swirl in her belly, and from her face, buried in the straw, a low ecstatic moan helplessly escaped. Her slowly awakening body began to, against her mind's will, undulate her buttocks, and she began to clench her ass cheeks fistlike, this time to draw in deeper the fleshy rod of her husband's penis.
John, sensing her subjugation, felt a flush of exultant pride overtake him, and he renewed his efforts, and sent his cock slicing through her cock-widened passage, surging forward until the base was flush against her sphincter, and his balls buffeted hard against her upraised cunt. Then he withdrew the long shaft quickly allowing just the head to remain inside, noting with satisfaction the satiny sheen of her inner lubricants coating his prick, before battering forward again like a charger.
All thoughts of the lewdness of her position vanished from her thoughts and she was obsessed with a flood of ecstatic and masochistic joy which enveloped her like a whirlpool. Iris rocked her buttocks up against her husband's onslaught, screwing her rectum hard back against the oncoming pole, trying to devour every millimeter of its length in her forever stretched anal canal.
"Ooooohhhhhh," she whined through clenched teeth, "fuck it, please fuck it harder…"
John, incited by her lewd command, began to fuck even more furiously into her, until his breathing was ragged, and the muscles on his thighs stood out like whipcords against his flesh.
"Eeeeeehhhhhhh!" she moaned again, "hurt me, split me…" Her body thrashed uncontrollably as her ass rose hungrily to meet his powerfully driving cock. The salacious thought of what her husband was doing to her drove her into an incredible frenzy of lust and she was aware of nothing but the obscene smacking sound of her husband's hips against her ass and the soft whickering of the stallion in his stall.
She could feel her rectum contracting of its own volition around the skewering cock, and then she heard her husband begin to mouth obscenities at her.
"Oh, Christ… fuck back… fuck back… I'm cuummiiinnnggg!!" and his hot river of semen swept like a floodtide deep up into her anal passage, sending searing pain and masochistic pleasure shooting through her as she felt the stinging liquid burning into the rawness of her rectum. She could feel every throbbing sensation of his prick as it pumped in heavy pulsating spurts its load of sticky milky fluid deep into her wildly clasping depths. And then an almost insane convulsion of pleasure overwhelmed her, and she was flailing madly, her knees digging into the ground, her hands clutching at her own hair, adding to her agony as she pulled at the short strands, and her ass was battering desperately back up against her husband's deflating cock as she felt her entire body caught in the mainstream of a tremendous climax which lifted her up and pounded her down again like a grain of helpless sand caught in the sea.
Finally, they were still and their declining panting filled the stable. Iris' eyes were closed and she knew that even if she tried, she couldn't move. She felt her husband stirring and felt his flaccid prick slipping from her cum-filled anus with a slight sucking noise. She heard him get up and then the stable door close, and she was left alone.
What seemed an eternity later, she opened her eyes. He had turned out the light, and she was lying in darkness. She could see the shining eyes of the stallion looking at her, and he whinnied softly to her. Dragging herself up painfully, she tottered over to the stall and patted his eager nose. Then, slowly, she gathered up her things and limped into the house.
The bedroom was in darkness too, and wearily she closed the door behind her. She was grateful when she noticed that John was not there, and glancing at the top of the closet where their sleeping bags were kept, she saw that his was missing and felt relieved that he was going to spend the night in the woods.
Exhausted and drained, she sank down on the bed. From nowhere, a sudden rush of tears leapt to her eyes and rushed scalding down her face. Convulsed with sobs, she finally managed to drift off to a fitful and restless sleep.
Chapter Six
John dismounted at the waterfall. Looking around, he saw that no other horse was tethered, and he wonder if Carla had gotten there yet.