For one thing, being entered by a prick as large as this one was something that she could never have previously understood would give her so much extreme joy. The feeling was at once one of being punished, martyred somehow, and that of getting just what she needed. Every bit of femininity she had in her was responding to the total masculinity of her sister's husband. Tides of desire rose and fell within her as she writhed involuntarily beneath his grinding loins. His inflamed and swollen member reached the farthest depths of her defenseless genitals. The lewd smacking noise of Art's swinging, sperm filled testicles slapping rhythmically against her wet buttocks filled her ears, combined with her own groans, and sighs. Time had come to a stop and she was suspended in the erotic realm of her body's needs. Abandoning her ladylike composure, she became a slut… a common whore… a cunt receiving a cock. No one had ever made her feel like this before and she could hear him chanting dirty words down at her: "… oh, you sweet piece of ass give it to me… fuck back… come on fuck back fuck back fuck back…"

Art's obscenity only furthered her desire, making her more lustful than ever. He used words that always made her blush whenever she heard them, and now she was not only not blushing, but spreading her long beautiful legs wider so that the out-sized penis could stretch her tender pussy wider apart! Art was almost bending her over backwards now, lifting her legs up so high and pushing them back over her head so that she was bent almost double and thought she might break in two. But the pleasure was so great that any pain she felt was relegated to the background of all the other lewd, lascivious sensations she was enjoying. Now his fingers were at her breasts again and he was holding on tight, rocking back and forth into her upturned cunt. Dorothy could feel the sweaty corduroy bedspread clinging to her back as her mouth hung open wide, animal-like wails of mindless excitation slipping incoherently off her tongue.