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Writer: Dale10
Subject: BOOK SELLER 3
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Story Codes: Erotic Horror, NC, Rape, Violence, Torture, Humiliation
Synopsis: The further adventures breaking the bookseller and his new wife
Bookseller 3
Todd was on his knees wearing his wife’s wedding dress, giving me a blow job when she walked in the door. It was quite a surprise for both of us, as even though I had planned on bringing her into our activities, I hadn’t counted on it happening so soon.
Todd was very cute, of course, the dress didn’t close over his chest and shoulders properly, and the veil was now wet with spit and prick drippings, but that made it even hotter for me. I had also put lipstick on him and eye makeup, so his poor cunt of a wife was really in a state of shock.
Like most people faced with an unbearable situation, the cumdump’s first reaction was to turn and run, and I had to pull my fat, hard, drooling prick from the cocksucker’s mouth and tear across the room to block the door. She tried to force me out of the way, the stupid little hole, and I threw her onto the floor.
My dick lurched when I saw Todd boy crawling across the floor, in a wedding dress and veil, mouth coated with running lipstick and pre cum, dick slop all over his cheeks and mouth, blabbering and sobbing to his new young bride that it wasn’t his fault and I had made him do this. What a fucking pussy.
Yes, I made him because it was a fucking piece of cake. If he had stood up to me like a man, I wouldn’t have had any control now, would I?
“You might as well know the truth, Cunt, your hubby’s a fucking faggot. I’ve been fucking him for the last few days and he loves it.”
“That’s not true, Sally, honest to God, I’m not queer, he made me do it. He hurt me badly. I wanted to tell you and was so scared, oh Sally, please believe me, he made me.”
The pathetic little pansy sobbed, trying to hold his wife, who crawled away from us both. Something was thrilling about watching a marriage crumble before my very eyes. Something about the look of disbelief and horror in her eyes got my prick bouncing and drooling even more.
“Bitch, Toddy is right about one thing. He didn’t have any choice, and neither do you, my three-holed prick pit. Do you love your worthless cocksucker of a husband?”
She didn’t answer, so I kicked her hard and asked her again.
“Yes, yes, I love him, my God, what have you done to him. Yes, I love him. Please, please leave us alone.”
“Can the fucking sermon Whore!” I shouted, kicking her in the tit. I had to establish some kind of dominant aura, you see, ”When I ask a question, you answer the question, you don’t run off at the mouth, twat.”
“Oh God, please don’t treat her that way. Please let her go. Do what you want with me, but let her go.”
“How fucking noble of you, Todd. Sally, I want you to watch carefully, this, or worse than this, is what will happen if you disobey me in any way.”
I grabbed Todd and ripped the wedding dress from his sweating body, leaving him bare assed naked. Next, I grabbed a handful of his scrotum and dragged him across the floor by the balls. He blubbered and screamed. I backhanded his face and slammed his head into the hardwood floor. Sally grew hysterical, which was what I wanted. She begged me to stop.
“Now, Sally, it’s up to you how Todd gets treated. From now on, his treatment depends on how friendly you are. Are you going to give me any trouble Cunt?”
She hung her pretty head; her hair hung over her porcelain pale face.
“No, no, I won’t give you any trouble. Please just don’t hurt him any more.”
Todd was in a tight little ball, holding his nuts and tummy, sucking up blood from a split lip.
“That’s good, Sally, cause I hate violence. I only use it as a last resort. Now I want to be your friend. I want to have the same kind of fun with you that Todd and I have been having. I worry about you, Sally. I worry about your happiness. You can’t be having a very good sex life with Todd’s minuscule dick trying to satisfy you.
“I know how hungry for big cock girls of your age are. Of course, you are probably getting fucked at school by all kinds of studs behind Todd’s back. Well, I can’t say I blame you. After all, Todd has been cheating on you behind your back with me, I’ve been ploughing his ass-pussy, however, because frankly, I find his dick kind of worthless too. So tell me whore, have a lot of jocks on campus fucked your cunt since you got married to worm wiener here?”
She sat there on the floor, not knowing what to say, which is exactly how I like my dickdumps. She tried to form words and croaked. I roared with laughter.
Finally, “I. I never did anything with anyone but Todd. I love him.”
“You mean you don’t spend your afternoons over at the campus field house sucking Jock prick in the men’s locker room? You don’t lick the sweaty balls of the freshmen boys coming out of gym class? Oh, Sally, you don’t know what you are missing. But we can easily remedy that. For now, anyway, why don’t you take off your clothes and get comfortable? I want to see what you look like.”
The dickslit moved too slowly for my taste, so I wrapped a toaster cord around Todd’s throat and choked him until he was blue in the face and she was bare assed, trying to cover both her tits and her pussy at the same time. I could see she was in a state of shock, absolutely disoriented.
“You are a very pretty girl, Sally, extremely pretty. Don’t be shy, take your hands away and let me see your big old cheerleader udders and your pretty little cunt.”
Todd, on the floor, was moaning and gulping down tears. Sally was shaking with fear, but she did lower her hands, and I saw her brand new bride twat, just recently fucked for the very first time.
“My, my Sally, you have a lovely cunt. You shouldn’t deprive all those jock studs at school of such a pretty cock-sewer. I can see from here your puffy little twat lips were just made to swallow dick. Come over here, Sally and let me feel your pussy.”
This was a crucial moment, and I knew it. If she complied, I knew I could and would have her. She looked to Todd on the floor, started to put her hands over her nakedness again, but I clicked my teeth and she stopped. Then, on unsteady, slender pale legs, she made her way across the room until she stood before my tall, muscular body. I reached one hand out and touched her nipple. It grew hard and pouty. The tip budded out until it was sticking up nub-like. She moaned and chewed her cute lower lip.
Todd, on the floor, murmured, “Please …”
I lowered my hand to her cunt, and even before I touched her, she trembled. Her skin got goosepimply, and sweat ran from beneath her pits and tits. I touched a fingertip ever so lightly to her cuntlips.
“How many boys have touched your pussy, Sally?”
“Todd, only Todd,” she babbled. She said it like ten times until I got sick of it.
So I shoved one finger tip into her cunthole. She gasped and rose on her cute little toes.
“That’s about as big as Todd’s dick, isn’t it?” I asked, finger fucking her.
I was lying a bit; Todd had a fair-sized dick. Nothing to brag about, you understand, and pathetic next to my fuckslab, but adequate for most bitches who haven’t tasted or felt a real cunt rammmer. Once a twat has a real dick up her, it’s devilishly difficult for her to go back to a mediocre prick.
That’s why I have a theory that every girl should be fucked by a big black dick when she is about ten or eleven. After that, she would only want to service us big boys, and the tiny pricked twerps could just forget about any live sex altogether, except as cum rags for guys like me who like to play with little boys as well as twat. Big-dicked black convicts should be brought into the schools to fuck all the cute ten-year-old girls and any sissy looking ten year old boys, too.
It should be a regular class, like Fuck Class 101. After being weaned on black prick for a few weeks, those little cunts wouldn’t even look at the boys in their schools anymore, except for a couple of real mean big-dicked jocks. That, by the way, describes me when I was in school, a real mean big-dicked jock. Well, big-dicked. It was my idea in seventh grade to form a gang that roamed the playground, making the little boys in first, second and third grade suck our cocks. In eighth grade, I got two girls pregnant and pleaded little boy innocence.
As a freshman in high school, I had two eighth-grade slave boys serving me full-time. My buddies and I were always looking for faggot boys to serve as our toilets. That’s right, I got into toilet games at fourteen. I didn’t have a dad, and at home I used to glory in walking around the house bare ass, watching my mom and my little sister cream while staring at my big teenage dick.
I remember saying to mom, “You fucking twisted perverted cow, I know how much you want this dick. You sick fuck, you want your own son’s dick.”
And I would masturbate in front of her.
The fucking hole did want it too, but that is another story.
So there I was, finger fucking Sally. And I started to kiss her neck and lick her ears. She almost collapsed in my arms. I kissed her on the mouth. “Todd,” I barked. “Tell Sally how to properly kiss me.”
“Open your mouth, Sally, and use lots of spit,” he mumbled, not loud enough, so I made him repeat himself.
“Now Sally, while you kiss me, spread your legs a bit so I can finger your hole deeper and with your hands take my big leaking prick and start to masturbate me.”
“Oh God,” she moaned with a quiver in her voice and the sounds coming from her throat, “this is rape.”
“Nonsense, Sally, I don’t want to hear you talking like that. I’m not forcing you. I am just telling you gently what to do. I want you to enjoy it. If it were rape, I would only be thinking about my pleasure, but I want you to have a good time too. I am thinking about you. Todd, get your worthless ass over here and lick my balls while I kiss your wife.”
Sally’s mouth was getting slobbery wet, and her cunt wasn’t any too dry either. It takes so little to control people. I rammed my finger deeper to give her a little encouragement and also get her terrified hubby going. Cute bare assed Todd crawled across the floor and, lifting his youthful, gentle face, he began to tongue my scrotum.
I licked Sally’s face.
“Todd and I have been working all day on ball licking and cocksucking. He’s doing well. At first, he was a little slow at this gay sex thing, but once he relaxed a bit, he took to it like a fish to water. I think you married a closet faggot, Sally.
“Sally, you are forgetting to pump my prick, so I am going to pinch your nipples hard to punish you. Now don’t forget your duties again.”
Sally must have had tender, sensitive nips, cause after I gave them a good, hard squeeze, she kind of choked back her breath, gulped and started to pump my prick to beat the band, using both hands, and my big old dick dripped pre fuck all over her husband’s handsome face as he licked my luggage.
“That’s better, Sally, enjoy the feeling of a big fat cock in your hands. You know lots of guys at your school have dicks like this, think how much you could enjoy them. Tomorrow, when you go to school, I want you to look at the crotches of all the boys in your classes, and then in the evening, I want a full report of which boys you think have the biggest dicks.
“I want their names and what class they are in with you. I want a good description of their cock-lumps too. Todd and I are going to the movies tomorrow, so we’ll meet you here for dinner. Tell you what, I’ll cook. I don’t know if Todd will be in the mood to eat much after we go to the movies, but you and I can enjoy a nice dinner. I am a very good cook, Sally. We can enjoy dinner and discuss the cock sizes of your classmates. Sally, do you and Todd have any friends your age who are dating but not married? You must have lots. Sally, you dumb cunt, I am talking to you.”
She looked up at me, all out of focus, and spit on her lips.
“Ugh, my best friend Alice and her boyfriend Mike.”
“Is Mike fucking Alice? Or is she a tight-twated cock-tease like you were before you got married?”
“Oh God, please, I don’t know. ”
That got her a really good nipple pinch and also a fingernail scraping the inside of her cunt.
“Ugh, ah, they fuck. They started fucking just a few weeks ago.”
I smiled and stroked her hair. She was so pretty. Todd grew a bit lax in his ball licking, so I stomped on his dick with my bare foot.
“Does Mike have a big dick?”
Her angelic face grew confused.
“I don’t know. How would I know?”
“Well, does he at least have a big dick lump in his pants. Don’t lie to me bitch, I know you checked him out. All cunts check out all guys’ crotch movements even when they pretend to be pure. Does he have a nice dick bulge?”
My fingers danced about her udder tips.
“It looks big, yes, very big.”
Todd jerked his head off my nuts.
“Sally,” he said, a shocked tone in his voice.
“Shut up pussy boy, and lick my bags. So little Sally has been staring at Mike’s cocklump.”
She shook her head until her hair flew.
“Oh God no, I mean, only because Alice told me on the phone that it was so big. I mean, she said she could hardly take it, and so I, oh God.”
I laughed.
“Hardly the problem Sally has with peanut dick hubby Todd here, is it? Well, tell me, Sally, do you think you will have a difficult time with my dick in your pussy?”
She pulled back in horror, my finger hooked her pussy and pulled her close again.
“Oh my God, you can’t do that. Please, you’re not going to, going to …”
“Sally, you stupid tampon brain, of course I am going to fuck you. Why else would we be going through all of this> Right, Todd? Todd, answer me. I am going to fuck your wife, aren’t I?”
Todd dropped his head down onto the floor, totally beaten.
“Do you have to?” he blabbered.
“Jesus, two Einsteins here, no, of course I don’t have to. But I want to. What red-blooded American male would pass up pussy as ripe and tempting as this? And besides, she needs a taste of real cock, doesn’t she? It’s just fair to let her continue living under the illusion that that pathetic pickle between your legs is a dick. Now, Sally, I want you to go into the bedroom and lie on the bed with your legs spread and your pussy wide open.
“I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked, and you are going to enjoy it. Now stop crying, that is so annoying. For Christ’s sake, it’s not like you are a virgin or anything; you lost your cherry to this twerp. So what’s one more dick up the old cock through anyway? A sow like you has to learn proper respect for a man’s dick, and you will never learn that from old Tiny Todd here. So get your ass on the bed, Sally.
“Todd here is going to open the wine I brought, a wine I might add that the two of you could never afford in your wildest dreams, and then we can party.”
After sipping the wine and giving the bitch a few swallows too, I stood there bare assed naked at the side of their bed, just letting the cunt look at my huge throbbing drooling dick. She was amazed, no denying it. She couldn’t look away. Part of it was fear, no doubt that that fuck-slab would soon be stretching her cunt walls, but there was also fascination there, the beginnings of dick worship, the kind of proper dick worship all cunts should have.
“I-it’s, it’s too big. I won’t be able to take it,” she sputtered.
“Of course you will, my God girl, twelve-year-old girls have taken it. Oh, it will be hard work, no doubt about it. Damn hard work. And you will hurt for a week or two, ask Todd about that. He knows, he’s been taking my cock up his asshole. Haven’t you, Todd baby? Todd, turn around and spread your ass cheeks and show Sally your battered pussy.”
So after more crying and pleading for me to spare him further humiliation, cute young Todd, he of the horn-rimmed glasses and wavy black hair, turned and spread his tight, smooth ass cheeks to show his wife what my big prick had done to his rectum. It wasn’t pretty.
The hole was red and raw and puffy, and the ring around the asshole itself was swollen, and part of the inner ass lining was visible; it would heal in time if I gave it a chance. Sally, who didn’t inspect her hubby’s ass every night, put her hands over her face in horror and sobbed again. Whether for her darling husband’s violated hole or her own soon-to-be-stretched cunt, I do not know.
“You see, Sally, what a loser you are. If you sucked your husband’s asshole every night like a proper little wife, you would have seen this three days ago.”
That’s another thing cunts should be taught in school, asshole sucking. They just have no knack for it. And show me the stud who doesn’t like his asshole sucked. Faggots generally suck ass better than bitches.
On the whole, I probably enjoy getting my asshole sucked more than anything else in the whole world. It gives me such a complete feeling of power. Especially if the suckee is repulsed by the idea, that adds enormously to the pleasure.
To this day, one of my greatest hobbies is finding some teenage boy wandering home after school, throwing him into my van, and making him suck on my shit hole for about an hour and a half. You just know that boy is going to feel violated for the rest of his life. It’s a neat thought, isn’t it, that through one random act of sexual control, I can fuck up a kid’s entire life.
Oh, I know what you are thinking, that lots of boys in private schools and military schools are forced to suck the older boys’ asses, and it doesn’t ruin them for life. Yes, that’s true, but some boys, the fragile ones, might very well be destroyed, and no one will see it for years, the boy himself may not even realize it until one day he ends up a drunk, or an abusive parent, or a loser.
I mean, if you can make somebody suck your ass, you own them, don’t you? Well, both Todd and Sally were going to be eating meals out of my ass eventually, but not yet. Not now. Now I had to fuck the bride.
“Please, please use a condom,” she begged, eyes wide and red and full of tears, legs spread, pink pussy on display.
“Are you out of your fucking mind? Nothing like a condom to ruin a good fuck. Unless, of course, you are playing condom games. Todd, get your ass on the bed, get your face down close to your wife’s cunt. I want you to watch a real man fuck her. Better yet, take my dick in your hands and put my cock into Sally’s pussy.”
Both husband and wife were sobbing uncontrollably now. It was like a fucking funeral. I started to snap Sally’s nipples with my finger tips impatiently, waiting for Todd to get up the nerve to force my cock knob into his wife’s tight little fuck-hole. They both begged me once more to use a condom. I got so sick of it, I opened two rubbers up and made each of them put one on their tongues. They looked really stupid, lying on the bed, both looking at my dick, tears running down their faces, with rubbers on their tongues.
Well, I gave the bitch the fuck of her young life. It was not easy; it hurt my dick some. She was so tight. I had to have Todd hold her still while I ploughed balls deep into her cunt canal. Whether it’s some boy’s asshole or some twat’s slit I am fucking, I’m one of those studs who loves to set up a hard, fast fuck rhythm, you know, so my balls are slapping skin, and with each fuck thrust the person beneath me lets out a wail like they are being split in two.
I like to alternate hard, fast jabs with long, smooth strokes, pulling the prick almost out. This seems to give my cock the most pleasure. Well, I also like long fucks, with yes, I have to admit it, lots of uncomfortable pain for the fuckee.
Now I made Todd lie on his back next to us, and after twenty or thirty jabs into his wife’s precious pussy, I would pull out and shove my dick into his mouth and face fuck him for a while, He looked so wasted, my big drooling dick covered with cunt slime slamming into his throat, his nostrils flared, his eyes bug wide, then I would pull out and slam it back into her cunt again. He would lie there gulping air, waiting for the next dreaded onslaught.
Of course, when I fucked his face, he lost the rubber on his tongue, but I made him grope for it and put it back on between mouth-fucks. Sally kept moaning that she could not, absolutely could not take it any more, but of course she could. A couple of times, she blacked out from the pain, but I slapped her awake again.
Finally, after forever, I shot my load up her twat, deep into her gut. She screamed that she didn’t want to get pregnant, bit her lip, threw her head from side to side and prayed to die. Funny, isn’t it, the power of humiliation. I pulled out and rolled over, telling Todd that if he didn’t want his wife to be pregnant, he better get down there and suck my cum from her pussy pronto. He did, with ferocious energy; he didn’t want to be a daddy to my whelp. Of course, I knew then and there that before long, I would make mommy peggies with my seed.
But as I have already said more than once, my real interest wasn’t Sally; what I gave her was a kind of control fuck, to show them who was in charge. No, my real interest was Toddy. He attracted me for some reason. His small stature, his cute face, his intelligent look, his dark hair, I must admit I had a crush on that little twerp, and so of course I had a terrible need to crush him.
When I first saw him at the bookstore, he had been a recently married well adjusted and up-and-coming young intellect. When I finished with him, he would be a mindless, grovelling, fuck-pig, living and breathing only to serve my dick.
Dedicated to my every whim. Addicted to my cock. But all that fun was still to come.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE