"Yeah, get off, it's my turn," Mike said, entering the bedroom. "How was she, Jimmy? Nice piece of ass?"

"Not bad," Jimmy chuckled. "She just lays there, but I think she enjoys it, too."

"You little prick," Wanda said. "I hated it! I hate you!"

"You ain't breaking no hearts, bitch," Jimmy said, pulling away from her body. When he stood up, he turned to Mike. "Where's Brenda?"

"Out there on the couch," Mike said proudly. "I think she's fucked out."

For some reason, Wanda felt even more furious than before. While Jimmy had been raping her, Mike and Brenda had been fucking on her couch! That same couch where she and Stan sat and watched television in the evenings.

"Let me go… now!" Wanda demanded. "You know, Ma, you fucking talk too much," Mike said. "Somebody ought to shut that little mouth of yours."

Mike was a year older than Jimmy. Maybe she could reason with him, show him how terrible what was happing was. She swallowed her pride and smiled.

"We can work this out, Mike," she said. "It's just not right what's happening. It's unnatural… wrong."

"Let's see what your pussy is like," Mike said, crawling onto the bed and kneeling between her, legs.

"You're not listening," Wanda said, a desperate tone in her voice.

"Nope, just fucking," Mike said, jabbing his cockhead deeply into her cunt.

Wanda screamed out, feeling humiliation and shame surround her like a damp blanket.

CHAPTER THREE

Wanda's pussy burned with pain when she felt Mike's cock jab savagely forward. His prick wasn't quite as long as Jimmy's, but it was twice as big around, it seemed. Her cunt opening stretched almost to the breaking point as the thick base of his prick plunged to the hilt.

"God," she panted, feeling the pain flood upward. "It's killing me, please stop."