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wife, forced to take her fist in my ass. It was the worst thing I could ever have dreamed of. But for her to know how much I was loving it, to know that I could stroke myself to orgasm while I was being so brutally taken—that was even worse.
    “Come on, Bob,” Gina cooed. “I know how much you love to stroke off. You think I don’t know that you’ve been jerking off all week thinking about my tits? Come on. Stroke it.”
    “Don’t play hard to get,” said Brooke. “I know how much you love to jerk off. You think I don’t know when you’re doing it in the bathroom? When you sneak off to the garage and look at your Hustlers? Come on, Bob. Give up. I know you want to come. Do it.”
    My hand traveled slowly down my body and wrapped around my latex-sheathed cock. I moaned as I began to stroke it and Brooke and Gina both laughed. Then they started fucking me, harder than before, more brutally than ever. Gina’s hips forced her cock down my throat again, making me gag and choke just as Brooke began to pound my ass, fucking her hand in and out of my asshole.
    It only lasted a few seconds. Then I heard myself grunting rhythmically, my groans rendered staccato by the movement of the thick dildo in my throat. My cock pulsed and my entire body exploded with pleasure as I succumbed to the most intense orgasm of my life. My asshole clenched tight around my wife’s fist as I came and came and came, filling the condom with what felt like gallons of come.
    “That’s a good boy,” said Brooke, easing her hand back. She gently worked her hand around until she could slide it out of my ass. I heard the snap of her glove, and Brooke tossed the discarded latex across the room.
    Gina pulled her cock out of my throat, and I gasped desperately for air, sobs attacking me again. Gina seized my hair and slapped my face again, harder—three times, four, half a dozen.
    “It’s no good crying, bitch,” said Gina. “We know you loved it.”
    Gina came around the side of the bed as Brooke reached under me and gingerly unrolled the condom. I had thought my ordeal was over, but when Brooke climbed onto the bed in front of me, leaning against the headboard, I realized that it had just begun. Gina knelt behind me and guided the thick head of her cock to my fucked-open asshole. She drove into me so quickly that even my spread hole seized and clamped around it. But there was no resisting—Gina began to violently fuck my ass just as my wife clamped her legs around my face.
    My arms still hung limp, untied, at my sides. My legs, however, were bound to the bed, forcing me open wide. There was nothing I could do to respond to Gina’s violent, hateful invasion of my asshole.
    Nothing, that is, except lift my hips and raise myself up to my knees, pushing myself onto her cock.
    “Look, he’s learned his lesson well,” said Gina. “He’s a little ass-bitch now. You can give it to him every night, and he’ll fucking beg for it.”
    “It always happens,” sighed Brooke as she grabbed my hair and forced my head back. “Once you ream them out, they’re good little sluts for the rest of their lives. Now eat, darling.”
    I hadn’t realized that she still had the condom—I’d thought she just didn’t want me to make a mess when I came. But she had other things in mind, I realized as she forced the rubber ring of the condom’s end between my lips and behind my teeth. She let go of my hair, roughly forced my mouth closed and, deftly using one hand, rolled the condom like a tube of toothpaste. I tasted my own come, felt it oozing into me, lukewarm goo from a rubber tube. I choked at first, not expecting the strong taste. But Brooke wouldn’t take the condom away until she’d squeezed the last drop into my mouth.
    “Swallow, dear,” she said.
    I swallowed, the taste overwhelming me and making even my cock-opened throat close tight. I managed to gulp it down with some difficulty, but as I finished, Gina slapped my ass hard, making me surge