Went down hard on her knee

Cum still marked paths down both sides of Becky's chin when she finally managed to get her breath. Jim had pulled his cock from her mouth when it had finally stopped spitting its spunk. He had slowly backed off her body, then pushed her feet to the floor so he could sit down.

Becky glanced at his naked lap. His cock, punching up from the top of his ballsac, was still throbbing hard. Even though Jim had fucked her face until he had blasted his cum, his prick was still standing tall. The entire length of his fuck-shaft glistened wetly from a combination of his cum and her spit.

"Why, Jim?" she asked, her voice still a bit shaky. She was trying to gather control back inside her, but it didn't feel natural. Still, it was necessary to get her husband back on track and to let him know that things like that just simply weren't going to happen. Even though he had had his moment, Becky fully intended to put him back in his place.

"Because I wanted to," he snarled, and she flinched from the blunt words.

"I want you to apologize and to promise it will never happen again," she said firmly, forcing the nervousness from her voice. She wanted him to feel guilty so he would go back to being his old meek self. "You hurt me, you know. You shouldn't slap my tits like that, and you shouldn't pull my hair. And you know I don't like to even touch your cock, much less put it in my mouth. Now I wish you would get your pants back on and cover that dirty thing!"

"Fuck you, bitch!"

Jim laughed sadistically and reached over and slapped her face. Becky gasped at the sudden attack and all the confidence she had regained completely vanished.

"And I am going to fuck your Goddamn pussy," he cursed as Becky rubbed her stinging cheek. "I'm going to pump my prick into your cunt hole right put here in the daylight where everyone can see!"

"No!" Becky exclaimed, glancing around the car.

Her fingers found the door handle and, for a second, she thought about twisting it open. But then she realized that she was bareassed naked and had no place to run. She had allowed Jim to drive on the way out and really hadn't paid attention to where they were going. Even if she did escape him, she didn't know where she was and couldn't go running around without any clothes.

"Oh, yes!" he laughed, wrapping his fingers around his throbbing, glistening cockshaft. "You better get used to the idea of fucking and sucking any time I decide, because that's the way it's going to be. I'm going to stick this horny fuckpole into you whenever I want to, and into any hole that catches my eye. Before I'm through, I think I'll even cornhole your ass!"

Becky was too shocked to even reply. It was like she was watching a terrible pornographic movie and it wasn't really her and her husband who were involved. Surely it wasn't the husband-dominating Becky Miles sitting in the front seat of her car with naked tits and ass watching her spouse slowly jerk on his slippery cock? It couldn't be the meek Jim Miles who had just facefucked his cock into her mouth.

But it was true, even though she didn't understand how it could have happened. As she watched Jim's spit-slickened prickshaft glide through his fist, she knew the feeling of terror. Not only had he not felt sorry for raping her mouth, he had told her that it wasn't over.

Panic gripped her and she jerked up the door handle. No longer did she care about naked tits and pussy, she had to get away. There were woods less than fifty yards away and, if she could reach them, she could hide until he came to his senses.

Her bare feet slapped into the dust of the dirt road, and she jumped the narrow ditch that ran beside it. Her foot hit the slope of the other side and slipped in the damp dirt.

Becky went down hard on her knee, scraping away part of the skin. A sharp cry burst from her throat as the pain seemed to freeze her leg. Then the sound of a car door cut through her agony and stirred her to rise to her feet. Jim was coming after her and she had to get to the woods before he could catch up.

Weeds grabbed at her shins as she tried to run, but the ground was too uneven to gain much speed. She almost tripped every second or third stride and the rocks and sharp grass hurt her feet. Then, when her bare foot slapped down, the ground seemed to disappear. Her leg, up to mid-calf, plunged into a hole in the pound. Suddenly, Becky was tumbling forward so quickly she had no time to break the fall with her hands.

She landed flat on her tits, her nipples gouging into the soft earth. Her chin struck the dirt, knocking her slightly silly. For a second, she had no idea where she was except that she was lying facedown in the grass. She couldn't see above the tall weeds, and she was barely aware of the footsteps behind. Then something slammed against her ass and the back of her cunt-crack. Two fingers plunged painfully into her pussy and drove all the way in. A thick thumb jammed at her exposed asshole until the ring of muscles at the entrance gave way.

"Aeeeee!" Becky screamed as Jim's dry thumb rammed through her assring to bury inside her shithole. Fire burned in the lower part of her guts and her asshole felt as if it would tear. Never had she felt anything that hurt so much, as if her body was being pierced by a knife.

"Just like a fucking bowling ball!"

Her husband laughed as he lifted her hips by his fingers in her pussy and his thumb up her ass.

Becky squealed as the weight was taken on stretched tissues that made up both of her fuck holes. She pushed with her hands to try to take away some of the pressure, then scrambled her feet to the ground. Quickly she stood up, standing on tiptoes to try to get away from the penetrating pain.

"You like it when you've got me by the nuts!" he hissed, jamming his fingers and thumb even farther inside her. "Not really, of course because you wouldn't do anything dirty like that. But that's the way it feels when you twist me one way and then the other. Keep ol' Jim in line, and protect your cunt like it's gold. Well, little bitch wife of mine, the tables are finally turned, and you're going to find out what it's like to twist in those chains. But, first, I'm going to fuck me a little of that pussy that you think is too good for a horny prick!"

He walked her all the way back to the car with his fingers in her pussy and his thumb jammed up her ass.

To Becky, it felt like the end of a hammer had been rammed all the way into her guts. Never had she even thought of anything being shoved up her shithole and it hurt her assring. Every time Jim's thumb moved inside her as she took a step, it felt like her flesh would tear.

"Bend over," he growled when he opened one of the back doors of the car.

Becky glanced down, wondering what he meant, then realized he wanted her to lay down on the back seat. Her feet were still planted in the dust of the road and his thumb was still rammed up her ass. The fingers that had been piercing her cunt had slipped out as he pried open the door.

"What are you going to do?" Becky cried.

Her husband twisted his thumb in her shitter. A white bolt of pain shot clear to her navel, and Becky suddenly felt dizzy. The calves of her legs were cramped from her being forced to walk on her toes, and she knew if she didn't sit or lie down quickly she'd fall right onto her face.

Her hands went down and took part of her weight, then she pushed forward onto the seat of the car. The nipples of her succulent tits scraped against the rough material, while her naked ass still hung outside. Still, the new position relieved some of the pain in her shithole. Jim's thumb still poked into her guts, but at least her own weight wasn't adding force to the pressure.

"Jim, please don't!" she begged, realizing that she was groveling before the man she had completely dominated before.

Things had changed so rapidly in the last hour that she wasn't even sure who she was. All that she knew was that her whole body was hurting, not the least of which was her ass. If he didn't get his thumb out of her shitter quickly, she was afraid she would shit all over his hand.

"That's better," he snarled as he begin to piston his thumb in and out. "Reach back here and hold your asscheeks apart so I can watch my thumb cornhole your ass!"

"Don't make me do that!" Becky whined, knowing he could already see her painfully stretched shithole.

Holding her asscheeks apart wouldn't give him much of a better view, but it would humiliate her completely. She didn't even like for him to look too closely at her in a bathing suit, and he was going to force her to pry open her ass so he could fuck it with his thumb.

"Would you rather I fuck you there with my cock?" He laughed caustically at his frightened, embarrassed wife. "If you don't hold your asscheeks open so I can watch my thumb, I'm going to cornhole your shitter with my prick!"

"Noooo!" Becky moaned, reaching back with both of her hands.

The fingers of both hands caught inside her asscrack and pried open the flesh. Her shithole looked like it was sucking his thumb, and the sight of his wife holding herself open made Jim's cock throb even harder. So many times she had humiliated his manhood with her silly little games, and now he was enjoying her deep felt shame.

His thumb pumped into her ass, reaching far into her asshole. Each time it slipped outward, Becky felt like she was taking a shit. She fought with her mind to keep from imagining how obscene it must look from behind her, with her own hands prying open her ass.

Her husband's other hand in the middle of her upper back kept her pinned firmly to the seat. Each time she tried to wiggle to relieve some of the pressure, the heel of his palm dug in and took her breath away. Her face against the seat was a bright scarlet from the degradation she was having to suffer. Never in her life had she been so embarrassed, not even as a little girl when she had been frightened and pissed on her white cotton panties.

Slowly his thumb stopped grinding into her body, then the pressure of it disappeared. As his thumb dragged out of her asshole, Becky gasped at the sudden release. Her shithole fluttered and her abdomen gripped, trying to close the tiny opening. Slowly, her asshole puckered back to its normal shape, a rosebud of wrinkled skin in the crease of her ass.

Jim flipped Becky onto her back. Her large tits weaved about on her chest. Her eyes opened and she glanced back through her opened, raised legs at the massive cock jutting out from her husband's crotch. His cock appeared swollen and distended by both rage and lust. The knob of his cockhead was almost purple and she could see bulging, wiry lines of blood vessels running crookedly along his prickshaft. His evil piss-slit appeared to be staring at her as if deciding what damage to do next.

"I hurt," she groaned, hoping that would have some effect on her crazed husband. She had always been able to play on his pity, having headaches more nights than not.

An open palm crashed down onto her unprotected belly. She hadn't been expecting it and her muscles were relaxed. The fingers felt as if they sank into her body almost to her spine. She shrieked from the sudden pain, and her eyes squeezed together so tightly that tears spilled out onto her cheeks.

"It isn't anything like you're going to hurt before you learn what life and sex is all about," Jim snarled, grabbing her ankles and lifting to raise her ass from the seat. He placed her heels over his shoulders, then pitched forward onto his naked wife.

"Noooooo!" she screamed.

Jim's mighty cockhead bumped into the slit of her cunt. Her pussylips were shoved out of place as his prick lined up with her cunthole. Becky's eyes flew open. The round plastic of the dome light stared down at her like a camera lens quietly recording her grief.

"Don't fuck me here!" she cried, scratching at his back with her hands. "It's dirty! Somebody might see us! I'm not ready! I'm too dry!"

None of it helped. Slowly, the mouth of her cunthole was forced open by the burrowing tip of his prick. Without any lubrication, Becky felt like Jim was trying to force his closed fist clear up her cunt. Skin pulled against his penetrating cockhead until Becky was sure she would bleed.

"It hurts!" she sobbed as her cunthole was filled with cockhead. "Take it out of me!"

Jim just laughed. Sweat from his face dripped onto her bare chest to mix with her own perspiration. Becky glanced down along her abused body to where he was impaling her cunt. She could see the massive shaft of his prick slowly sliding out of sight. Her red pussyhair tickled against his cockshaft as it slowly disappeared inside.

"How about that, bitch?" he shouted. "You're getting fucked in the middle of the afternoon on the side of a road. I hope somebody does drive by and sees that at least one husband is giving his wife what she deserves!"

"Ooooohhhh!" Becky groaned as her husband's prick rammed into the back of her cunt.

His long prick had enough length to reach the opening to her womb. His cockhead punched at the delicate flesh at the far end of her fuckhole. Becky couldn't believe he was being so brutal with her cunthole, as if he didn't care what damage was done.

"Goddamn, fucking ball-crushers!" Jim growled. "All of you are exactly alike. You think because you're the ones with the cunt, you can lead your husbands around on a leash, dole pussy out to them like they're Goddamn beggars, and you're doing them a favor because you let them fuck. You're going to learn now that wives open their fucking cunts and mouths every time they see their husbands' pricks. You better learn it fast too, Becky, because you've got a lot to make up for over the past year!"

"Never!" she cried, suddenly defiant. "You can't make me like something dirty!"

"Dirty?" he exploded. "You don't even know what dirty is. I'll show you what dirty is!"

Suddenly, his prick was out of her cunt and his hands were wrapped around her ankles. He yanked, jerking her from the seat. Becky fell ass first into the dust at the side of the road. Dirt scraped at the delicate flesh of her gaping pussy as her feet were pulled high over her head.

He reached down to snarl fingers into her hair. He jerked, lifting her up. Then he dragged her to the back of the car, using her hair like a leash. He kicked her up onto her hands and knees on the edge of the road with her face pointed back down the way they had come.

Becky was filthy. Dust covered her young ass from the fall from the car. Her tits were completely covered with brown grit from lying chest down in the dirt. Her scuffed knees and hands were coated in brown from being dragged to the back of the car.

Her husband dropped to his knees behind her and drove his cock far up her cunt. While she wailed, he fucked her from behind like a dog, slamming hard with each stroke. His legs and abdomen slapped against her dusty asscheeks and thighs each time he rammed his cock home.

"Now here's something dirty, Becky!" He laughed as he screwed his long cock into her pussy. "You're just like a Goddamn pig! Your ass and your tits are filthy and even your cunt feels like it's stuffed full of dirt. And you're fucking like a Goddamn animal in the dust at the side of a road. If you wanted something dirty, bitch, all you have to do is smell and look at yourself!"

"Noooo!" she howled as his prick was hammered into her.

Tears ran down her cheeks, cutting wet lines in the dust on her face. She looked like a naked waif who hadn't had a bath in a year.

"Your pussy is getting slick!" he shouted. "Your Goddamn cunt is beginning to flow! You like it dirty, don't you, pig? You like fucking here in the dust and grime like a slut bitch dog in heat!"

Obscenities filled her mind, not words, but ideas. And the worse one of them all was what was being done to her on the edge of the road. Her naked body felt as if it was covered with slime made up of sweat and dirt. Even the burning red of her shame couldn't show through the dirt on her cheeks and tits. Cuntjuice was flowing down the insides of her thighs, leaving broad trails in the dust. Even the bruising pain of Jim's cockhead battering the end of her cunt couldn't cut through the agony of her embarrassment.

"Cock your ass back, bitch!" he screamed. "Hold your pussy up to me or I'll rip your neck with my teeth! I'll bite you like a Goddamn cat or dog screwing in the middle of the street!"

Unconsciously, Becky complied. Her asscheeks lifted high, rotating her pussy outward to meet his cock-thrusts. His long prick hammered into her, swelling even larger.

"You're going to make me cum, bitch!" he growled. "Your rutting animal pussy is squeezing the jism from my prick!"

A hand swirled in her hair, wrapping the strands tightly around fingers. Then her head was jerked back as he used the leverage to drive his cock for the last time. A cloud of dust rose up from the road where it was stirred by her hands and knees. As she fought off the need to sneeze, scalding jism was blasted into her cunt.

Again and again cum was pumped into her as her neck stretched from the pulling of her hair. She felt each pulse of Jim's sticky liquid rocket in to fill her fuckhole. Cum leaked out around his throbbing cock, dripping down with the cuntjuices to run along her legs.

Suddenly, a moving car was almost upon her, swerving slightly to give the fucking couple plenty of room. Becky hadn't heard the car approach in the agony that gripped her, and at first she didn't comprehend. It wasn't until she saw the faces that she completely understood. The people were seeing the final throes of the filthy, dirt-smeared fucking as they drove steadily by four faces stared out of the front and side windows of the car, two male and two female forms. On the faces of the two men was startled fascination, and the eyes of the two women showed horror.