Her asshole

The bitch’s pussy was gorgeous, and John nearly thrust into it on pure instinct alone. The whimpering whore was trembling head to toe, sticky girlcum drooling down from her **** cunt in long strings.

But no. This little whore wanted to be broken? He’d fucking break her.

It was probably a bad idea. He was new to this world, and should probably start slow. But his cock was harder than it had ever been, and thinking clearly wasn’t currently his strong suit. Against his better judgement, John started moving his mammoth cock toward her tiny pink asshole. The precum flooding from his cockhead was more than enough lube.

As soon as his tip made contact, she froze.

“Wait!” she stammered, “I, umm… a-are you sure? You’re so big, I don’t think it’ll fit there!”

“I’ll make it fit,” John grunted. Before he had a chance to be embarrassed at his own porny line, though, the little nympho squealed with joy and squirted again.

“Oh god, okay!” she moaned. “I’ll take it! I don’t care if it hurts—fuck, I don’t even care if it kills me! I need that cock! I need your fucking godly cock! Destroy my little asshole; it’s all yours, Daddy, please!”

John’s erection raged at her filthy words. His massive, iron-hard cock throbbed and spewed a rope of precum that coated her asshole. This nasty little slut! And every woman in the world was like this now? Holy shit. How stupid had he been to have been down in the dumps? This was a blessing!

The slutty jogger was almost convulsing with need, streams of grool running down her thighs. It was time.

John grabbed her perky ass with both hands and lined her cute ass up with the raging head of his monstrous cock. The girl started to whimper and shake, and John started to push.

At first nothing happened. Surely all the precum in the world couldn’t overcome the difference in size between such a huge cock and such a tiny hole. But John kept pushing his hips forward, tightening his grip on the asscheeks of his conquest. He could feel her shaking in his hands, and a ragged shudder coursed through her; she’d cum yet again, as evidenced by the rain of squirt on the leaves below.

“P-please Daddy! I’m losing my mind! I need it, oh fuck I need it! Just p-push as hard as you can! Don’t worry about me! I-I can handle it!” she mewled, her voice having taken on a gurgling, incoherent quality. Quaking with desperation, she added, “A-and if I can’t handle it, who cares! I-I’m a fucktoy bitch for men like you; I’m made to be broken! Just f-**** it in!”

John growled. The urging of his pulsating cock and the sheer need to destroy this pathetic whore’s tight little ass overwhelmed him. He moved his hands forward along her body until he was holding her skinny waist tightly.

He pulled ever so slightly back, readying himself.

She trembled.

Time seemed to still for a heartbeat.

Then John roared, “Take it, bitch!” as he slammed his hips forward with all his might. His fist-sized cockhead impacted against her asshole like a battering ram, and finally it yielded. The first couple inches of his cock plowed right into her warm, tight inside as her helpless ring was stretched around his shaft like a fleshlight.

The bitch howled with a backbreaking orgasm. Her pathetic cunt sprayed her juices all over John’s balls, and her legs and arms gave way. The bitch collapsed to the woodland floor, her face falling into leaves damp with her own squirt. Her ass was only kept up by John’s tight hold on her. Dimly, he noted how easy it was to hold her. Was he stronger than before?

Oh who fucking cared. Far more important was that her asshole was vice tight and as soft as heaven. Every millimeter of friction against his cock was bliss. Just having it inside her wasn’t enough; every primal urge was telling him to fuck!

He held her butt higher until she was fully face-down-ass-up. She was still cumming, and an incoherent babble of moaning and screaming was spilling from her mouth. John thought he caught fragments of “Cock”, “Daddy”, and “Thankyouthankyouthankyou”, but frankly didn’t care. Instead, he gripped her so hard he was sure it would leave fingerprints, then started thrusting.

Her asshole was so tight that it was a struggle to move, but by gripping the bitch and applying the same **** he’d used to get inside, he was able to start pumping. Each thrust carried his cock deeper and deeper into her guts. If he was less distracted, he might have wondered how she was able to take so much without harm. As it was, he was far more concerned with pounding her into oblivion.

By the time he’d **** half of his cock into her, his little plaything was practically incoherent. Eyes unfocused, she was drooling into the dirt and shaking all over. He didn’t think she’d stopped cumming for a single second since he’d broken his way in. For his own part, her ass was heavenly. His own cock being so much bigger afforded him a sensation of tightness that was unbelievable. The pleasure running through his cock made him sure he would cum soon.

Determined to pump that load as deep in the whore’s guts as possible, he resumed thrusting at a vicious pace, fucking the slut so hard that he almost imagined he could hear her brain cells popping. His huge balls were churning with cum, and despite being so deep into her ass that his cock was visibly bulging her belly, it wasn’t enough. John needed to get further in.

With a primal roar, John reeled his hips back until he had almost pulled out of her, then slammed himself back in. His cock rocketed through her guts until it hilted all the way inside, his balls slapping against her gushing slit.

The girl shrieked so loud her voice went raw, and her asshole clamped somehow even tighter. It was all John could take, and he finally unleashed what he’d been holding back.

Like water through a hose, he felt the flood of cum rushing through his urethra, and John came. He saw stars from the intensity of the pleasure as his cock erupted, spewing a deluge of cum that lasted so long it was like he was pissing semen into her. From that first spurt alone, he thought he saw her belly bloat slightly. His cock kept pulsing and John realized there was far more to come. Rope after rope after rope blasted out of him, filling her until yes—her midsection was visibly distended. The pleasure was otherworldly, and John found himself eventually staggering backward, releasing the slut.

His still-cumming cock left her with a wet shlorp, and like a cork coming free from a bottle, a tide of thick sperm flowed from her abused asshole. John starting jerking his cock over her twitching form, letting rope after rope of impossibly thick cum coat her body until it looked like she’d participated in a thirty-man bukkake.

Finally, the last few twitches ran through John’s cock, and his orgasm subsided. The last spurt of his cum (a “mere” shot glass worth) dribbled to the dirt between his feet. John was panting, overwhelmed. It took another few moments for his erection to diminish.

Below him, the slut (what's her name? he finally wondered) was trembling and drooling and moaning. Covered in cum and leaking liters of the stuff, she looked like she'd been the center of an orgy. John couldn’t help but feel a surge of masculine pride at having done that to her all on his own.