For Yvonne, even though she loved fucking, this was continued torture as her pussy had been so badly mutilated by the heavy, studded belt thrashing onto it.
Peter’s fucking lasted only a short time before he filled Yvonne with his sperm. He then let his heavy body fall in sexual exhaustion onto the top of Yvonne’s petite body.
After a few minutes rest, Peter released Yvonne’s hands and then began fingering her pussy, slowly working four and five fingers into her already wet and slippery fuck pit.
A bit of lubrication assisted him in sliding two fingers up her ass at the same time.
Yvonne began to sigh and moan softly and her hands went down and stretched her vulva out to assist Peter in working on her pussy.
Soon she was moaning lustfully and gently rocking her hips in a fucking motion as Peter finger fucked her two holes and beginning to use a little pressure so that not only five fingers were entering Yvonne’s pussy, but also the main knuckles of his hand were beginning to press in and stretch her vagina wide.
Peter kept telling her that she was a “little whore, a bitch, a stupid fucking cunt,” and other demeaning terms. It appeared that Yvonne accepted all of those things as being true of her as her lust and sexual excitement rose ever higher.
“I’m going to get my fist right up your whore’s cunt,” Peter told her spitefully as he began to force the widest part of his fist into Yvonne’s sloppy pussy. She moaned and groaned and pumped her pussy like a whore as Peter strove to force his fist all the way inside her body.
Yvonne was panting and gasping, one hand mauling her breasts while the other worked around Peter’s hand in her pussy. She was lusting like a nympho and the sensations in her body rapidly drove her towards orgasm.
“Ah yes,” Peter laughed with satisfaction as his entire fist finally forced its way up into Yvonne’s body so that her pussy closed around his wrist.
Yvonne was rapidly loosing all control and she moaned like a whore, panting and gasping as she heaved her hips and fucked her pussy onto Peter’s fist.
Peter withdrew his fingers from Yvonne’s ass and clapped his large hand over Yvonne’s mouth and nose so as to suffocate her as she raced to orgasm.
Yvonne began to thrash around on the bed, partly from the orgasmic sensations which continued to drive her crazy, and partly from the fact that she was being suffocated. Her struggles were of course to no avail, how could a little thing like her do anything to resist Peter who was big and strong.
Yvonne’s eyes began to open wider into a frightened stare. She threshed her arms about and her chest heaved as she struggled for a breath of air. In spite of suffocating her hands kept finding their way down to her pussy, mauling around it as Peter continually dragged his clenched fist out, before slowly pumping it back into this whore’s body.
Yvonne’s combined lusting and fighting suddenly became weak and Peter knew that she was losing consciousness. He waited a minute more, watching Yvonne’s eyes roll so that the whites showed only. He then reluctantly released his grip over her face and noted her intake of air and gasping breaths.
Yvonne lay there gasping and semi-senseless. Peter looked down at her face, still very pretty even though her eyes were puffy from crying and her make-up streaked by her tears. He considered for a moment and then drew back his fist and punched her hard on one eye.
Yvonne let out a wail as her head jerked backwards in her semi-stupor.
Peter took hold of a fistful of hair and held her head upright while, with the other fist clenched tight, he continued to punch Yvonne’s face until her eyes were beginning to puff up, her cheeks were red, and her lips broken and swelling.
Peter grinned as he looked at his handiwork. This slut is such a pretty little thing that it’s fun to disfigure her, he considered.
Yvonne was beginning to regain consciousness and her hands went to her pussy and her fingers began to slide through her sloppy wetness and masturbate.
Peter looked down on her battered and lacerated body, marvelling that this slut’s sex drive still urged her on in spite of the violence that he’d used on her.
Her fingertips slipped and slid between her vulva, caressing, rubbing, stretching. Now her fingers began to slip inside her pussy, seeking out her clitoris and gently sliding her fingers up and down on either side of it, stimulating herself into little sighing gasps of pleasure. She began to lift her pussy, pumping it onto her fingers in a fucking motion, slowly at first but gradually becoming more and more vigorous as her lust rose and her fingers began to work frantically at her pussy.
Now she was sighing, moaning, groaning, lusting as she brought herself ever closer to orgasm.
Peter knelt beside her and taking Yvonne’s small breasts in his large hands, he began to squeeze and twist them cruelly.
Yvonne was now gasping both at her orgasmic feelings as well as the pain which Peter was causing her to suffer. She nevertheless continued masturbating frantically, now groaning and moaning as her body was racked with sensational feelings.
Yvonne was rapidly reaching a state where her whole being was centred in the orgasm that raced through every fibre of her body. Peter began slapping her face so that her head was knocked this way and that. Yvonne took it all as she heaved and moaned and gasped until the sensations of her climax became so extreme that she could take no more and fell back gasping and shuddering.
Peter slapped her face, which was now terribly bruised and swollen, then began to stroke his huge, hard cock until another lot of his sperm spurted forth all over Yvonne’s face.
Yvonne lay there looking up through swollen, puffy, tear stained eyes at Peter.
“You fucking little whore,” Peter sneered as he looked down at her.
The hands on the small clock on the bedside table, indicated that Yvonne’s husband would soon be arriving to collect his beaten and battered wife.