Just to spite him I ought to get a job, she thought. But she knew she wouldn't. She liked her freedom too much. The thought of going to some dumb job every day made her cringe.

He pressed his big cockhead against her asshole. At times like this she wished his cockhead was smaller. She sometimes thought he preferred her asshole to her pussy-hole. She wondered how many men preferred going in the back door. The perverse bastards.

"Stop moving around," he said now as she tried to evade the penetration.

"Be careful when you stick it in," she said.

"Jesus, you're always complaining."

"That's because you're a clumsy bastard."

"Shut your big mouth!"

She shut up. If she got him mad, he'd make her pay. Even now, he was roughly thrusting his prick-knob against her asshole.

She wiggled around and tried to expel it. "Watch out!" she hissed. She was excited, but had no intention of telling him.

He grunted when his cockhead popped into her rubbery bung. "Bull's-eye!" he snickered. "Jesus, Jack, you're killing me!"

"Shut up and enjoy it," he said, ramming forward forcefully and stuffing the rest of his thick cock into her skitter.

It hurt, but it felt good. She didn't know which to concentrate on, the pain or the pleasure. His cock felt bigger than ever. How widely stretched she must be to take his big cock!

She bit down on the pillow when he began ramming her. He shoved her head forward with every thrust as he pistoned his dick into her asshole.

She felt her bowels being churned. I'd like to take a big shit right about now, she thought. It'd serve him right too, if I shit all over his prick, the bastard!

He rammed her like a bull, mercilessly pounding her without regard for her feelings. It was true she was very excited, but that wasn't the point. She hadn't wanted it in the ass and he'd insisted on it.

When he stroked so hard she fell down flat, he lifted her up again and continued thrusting. She wanted him to come and get it over with. Her pussy was flowing and she knew she would come too. But she'd never admit it. When it was over, she'd tell him she felt nothing.