throat.
“Oh that feels good, baby. You’re making your daddy very happy.”
Zola felt Peter’s cock hitting the back of her throat. It was so far back that she wanted to gag. She kept her mouth open as he rammed his cock back into her throat again and again, harder and harder with each thrust. Her eyes began to water. She wasn’t able to take it. She wasn’t able to do this. She looked at Jake while Peter’s cock drove into her throat in a relentless rhythm and when she saw that he was stroking his own cock she knew that she wasn’t going to get any help. Not from him and not from anyone. She was alone in this. She was alone in the world.
“Oh, that’s my good bitch,” Peter kept saying as his cock drove so far back into her mouth that she couldn’t even breathe. When he finally stopped pounding into her mouth she had to gasp for breath. Then she heard something that almost made her want to cry. Jake was laughing. How could he be laughing at her at a time like this?
He got up from his chair and came over to her. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said to Peter, “but I just can’t resist a good gagging.”
Zola looked up at him as he lifted his cock to her mouth and drove it into her throat. Again she was gagging on a cock, this time Jake’s. She struggled to breathe as his thick rod of meat blocked her throat and smacked into the back of her mouth. Her head was rocking back and forth from the force of Jake’s thrusting. She was crying from the violence of it but he didn’t care. For him, that was the entire appeal of it. That was what he wanted her to do. Zola was certain that he wanted to hurt her. She was afraid of him, her own husband!
He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and then pinched her mouth tightly between his fingers.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, harshly.
She tried to look away from him but he kept her face in front of his. Then he spoke again. He was looking right into her eyes but he was talking to Peter.
“Hey man, you want to double team her?”
Peter hesitated before answering. “Has she ever done that before?”
“No,” Jake said, “but she’s a fast learner.”
Peter looked down at her. She wanted to shake her head, to beg him not to do it, but she was too afraid of angering Jake.
“Just let me get this camera set up first,” Jake said. “You loosen up her asshole while I get the tripod.”
Jake left the room. Zola heard his footsteps on the stairs as he ran down to the living room.
“You up for this?” Peter said to her quietly once Jake was gone.
Zola said nothing. She had no idea what to do. If she said she didn’t want to go through with it she would only make Jake mad. She was too afraid to do that. She nodded her head.
“You sure?” Peter said, “Because I don’t want to get in any trouble here. If you’re not up for this just say the word. It’s supposed to be fun.”
Zola smiled thinly and nodded again. She couldn’t bring herself to speak. Her eyes were still watering from the two of them ramming their cocks down her throat. She heard Jake coming up the stairs and turned around and got on her hands and knees.
There was a bottle of lotion by the bed and Peter poured it all over her ass. The coldness of it gave her a tingle down her spine. While Jake set up the camera again, Peter began rubbing the lotion all over her asshole. Zola tried to make her mind go blank. She didn’t want to think of what was happening to her. She didn’t want to remember any of this once it was over. Whatever happened, she wanted it to be locked in a place deep in the recesses of her mind, a place where she never had to look at it again. She closed her eyes and thought about nothing as Peter’s finger slid into her anus. He ran his finger in and out like a carver working a piece of wood, opening up her asshole so that he and Jake would be able to fuck her at the same time.
“You got any vaseline,” Peter said to Jake.
Jake went into the bathroom and