Candy resists

Mr. Jones let the coveralls fall down as he looked into Candy's glazed eyes. "Alright. Now you'er gonna go along with all this, or I'll tie you up and leave ya' to Ronnie. Understand?" he said, taking his long, thick cock in one massive hand as he cradled the other under her swimming head. Candy looked up, and faintly shook her head. "That's too bad. Now open up."

He laid the uncircumcized brute of a dick on her lips. Candy slowly opened her mouth as he pushed forward, sliding the foreskin back as his huge cockhead passed her soft lips. His rapidly hardening member pulsed to life as he sawed back and forth. Candy muffled words lost on his cockflesh as she weakly pushed against his leg with one hand. He gripped her hair tightly, and forced himself deeper down her throat, slowly, inch by inch by inch until her smooth lips wrapped around the girthy base. Her perfect white teeth scraped against his shaft as he started to slide it in and out.

"Guess I can't blame ya' for havin' a small mouth. Good thing you'er relaxed." he said, using the handful of hair to push it back in. Candy coughed and tried to pull herself off of it, but his powerful arms barely registered her protest as he began to fuck her face in a determined, steady rhythm. "Settle down." he grunted as buried it down her throat again. Mr. Jones used his other hand to pull her arm away, and pinned it by the wrist to the bed. He grabbed the video game controller from the nightstand, knocking over three week old pizza left on a paper plate in the process, and quickly wrapped it around her wrist. He yanked it hard, sending his son's XBox to the floor to land on a pile of dirty clothes. He grabbed her other wrist, and quickly tied them together, and then to the bedpost.

He slid his cock out of her mouth. She took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering. Mr. Jones grabbed her by one ankle, then the other, and held them both in one calloused hand. He quickly tossed her legs to the side so her tight midriff was twisted on the soiled bed and put his own leg over them, standing with one foot on the bed while his massive form squatted down. His hands freed, Mr. Jones took his cock in one hand, and roughly grabbed her supple ass with the other. He pulled her asscheeks apart, smirking as he saw her light pink pussy was glistening and her pink and purple asshole was quivering under his touch.

Mr. Jones was a conservative man and never got the younger generations fascination with fucking women in the ass until he saw hers. It sure did look tempting... He heard a vehicle pull up as he was lining his huge cock up with her inviting anus. He spat on it, swirling his cockhead around the tight rim of her hole. The malfunctioning doorbell buzzed. Mr Jones sighed and leaned over, pushing the yellowing blinds apart to see just who the hell was in his driveway.

It was Dale. Jones watched through the blinds as he walked up the steps to the trailer, a large package under his arm. "Shit." Jones thought. He knew Dale never left a package as theft was far too common in the trailer park, and could clearly see the beat up old truck outside. The bell rang. Jimmy Jones looked down, his swollen cockhead mushroomed against Candy's slightly winking asshole, and watched as her head lolled from side to side. He tried to ignore Dale as he pushed forward, seeing her anal ring stretch as his thick cock slid forward, engulfing his cockhead slowly until it was inside her. She whimpered loudly as his shaft slid into her. "SHIT!" Jones thought, hoping Dale hadn't heard it over all the racket of his knocking.

He looked down, gritting his teeth as he slowly pulled it out, seeing her stretched hole slowly close back to its normal size. Jones cursed, and stuffed a pair of Ronnie's filthy underwear in her mouth before sliding the straps to his coveralls back over his massive torso.

"Jimmy. It Dale. C'mon, get off the couch. Gotta package 'ere for Ronnie." He knocked hard as Jones stood, awkwardly trying to stuff his huge, hairy cock into his coveralls.

"Wake up, Hoss." he said again, ringing the doorbell a second time.

Jones shook the trailer as he walked to the door, opening it just enough to reach his hairy arm out.

"What's that boy of yer's buyin' anyway? You give him too much allowance fer as little work he does." Dale said, sweat staining the old trucker hat he wore. He was a weathered man in early 50's that sported a beer belly and five days worth of stubble. Jones suspected he was dealing drugs on the side to pay for his wife's medical bills. He was also the resident poker host for the trailer park, a fact which Jones was quickly reminded of. "Besides, you still owe me $37.50 from last week's game, and another $50 from the week before."

The gears in Jimmy's wicked mind started turning again. "Say, Dale..."

OPTION ONE:

"If I bring some entertainment tonight to the game, can we call it square?" Jones ask, tossing the package aside.

"Well, guess that depends on the nature of the entertainment." Dale pulled his hat off, and wiped his forearm across his sweaty brow. Jones debated on whether to invite him in to see Candy or not. If she was just drunk and passed out, maybe. But no. Tied up with sweat-stained britches in her mouth...nah, he couldn't risk Dale getting a conscience.

"Trust me. She'll suit you and the boys just fine." Jones said with a grin. Dale screwed his face up, thought about it, and nodded. "Right. I'll bring her by in a couple 'a hours." Dale grinned back. His wife was in the hospital getting her galbladder checked and wouldn't be home until the next morning.

"Suits me. I'll call the guys. Better not be one of them Jewess strippers like last time." he said, walking back to his truck.

"Don't worry. Just a young lady that owes me a favor." Jones said with a wave and a grin. He closed the door, and turned around. Candy was still laying there, tied up in controller cords. Jones checked his watch. Ronnie would be home from school in half an hour. "Guess I'll have to make this quick." he said under his breath, and slid the straps back off. His erection thundered to life as he spread her legs again. Candy whimpered again. He pulled the dirty underwear out of her mouth, letting her breathe.

"Dale...dale don't go..." she said in a slur. Jones drew her legs up against his body with one arm, and held his cock with the other. Candy gasped as he pressed his cockhead into her asshole. Her legs shook as his foreskin drew back, the thick head spearing deep into her as his massive shaft filled her slowly. "Don't go..." she said again in almost a whisper as he leaned into the thrust, burying his cock all the way in before drawing it back out slowly.

"I could see how a man could get used to this." he thought as her tight, tight ass gripped his cock. Jimmy pushed it in again, causing a shudder to run through her body as he settled into a slow, forceful rhythm. Her tight young body shook under the assault as Jimmy grabbed her hips and forced her backwards as he stabbed forward, impaling her again and again. He grunted and huffed. "still, nothing like the real thing."

Jimmy slid his cock out her ass and in the next thrust buried it deep into her soaking wet sex. Candy tensed up and squirmed, the sudden fullness sending an unexpected shockwave of sensation through her numbed mind. She'd never felt anything like this before. She started to breathe in short gasps as Jones hammered into her shaven cunt harder and faster...