Cheaters Anonymous 4 (Patreon)

Diane held her breath. She thought of calling him a rapist. Then she remembered accusing him of that same crime, trying to drive a wedge between Cannon and her then-husband.

Had she wished for him enough to hope he’d assault her? To want this? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, except that his oversized cock was about to be shoved into her colon.

“Cannon!” she gasped, her voice wrenched with pure pain as his bloated knob forced its way through the little tortured ring of her asshole.

With a low growl, Cannon forced himself deeper in.

“OOWWW!” she cried as the pain of her violation streaked everywhere else in her body, blanking out all feeling except that of being impaled. It was impossible for her to think of anything but being sodomized.

The pain was so immense that she couldn’t even scream. She bit into Greta’s clothes; only luck keeping her from ripping flesh between her teeth. Unable to move for fear of further agony, she held herself motionless under Cannon, trying to fit this indescribable pain into her head.

Covering her body with his own, Cannon grimaced—only his broad cockhead had entered her. There were still plenty of hard, thick inches still for her to take.

“TAKE IT OUT, YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT OUT!” Diane sobbed, finally locating her voice. “I can’t stand it!”

She couldn’t believe that the romantic, passionate lover of her memory had become such a beast. It was insane to her that she could be forced into this obscene position, having a man plow this oversized prick into her anus.

Cannon grunted. He pushed with the fraction of his strength he calculated would be needed to pierce Diane without totally ruining her. She was in pain enough from the simple physics of the act; there was no need to torment her. Maybe someday, she’d appreciate how easy he was going on her.

He groaned, relishing the delicious press of her brutally stretched rectum all around his throbbing erection. With another great suck of air, Cannon pushed deeper into Diane, painstakingly opening even more of her tunnel and forcing it to stay open despite how frantically it tried to close. There was simply no reducing the unstoppable hardness of his manhood.

Distraught, Diane struggled to crawl away from him and get a few inches of slack off the end of his penetration, but Cannon held her firmly in place. She could only cry out as he sank relentlessly into her, making her tortured asshole take more and more of its punishment.

“Bill wasn’t good enough for you. Weasel wasn’t good enough for you,” Cannon leered. “Is this what you were hoping for, jumping into one bed after another? Because this is what you get!”

“You rotten fucker!” Diane moaned, never before having felt how much tenderness there was in her anal passage, how much there was to be forced asunder before the onslaught of his brutal desire.

She bucked, but there was no dislodging his weight. He held her in place, keeping his cock impaled almost halfway in here and feeding her more, always more. Only a little at a time—he kept his lust to skewer her carefully in check—but he just kept stretching her. Diane was continuously sure that if he inched in anymore, which he invariably did, that her tight little ass would split open.

Then, with a brutal lunge forward, Cannon drove every last inch of his manhood into her burning ass.

“UUHH!” she groaned in agony.

Breathing harshly, Cannon reached around her hip and found her clit with an almost contemptuous ease. He rubbed it, his gentleness in insolent contrast to how roughly Diane was taking her sodomy, and he kept up the pleasuring massage as he slowly drew back his cock from deep in her bowels.

He took it out only a little bit at a time, replacing the lessening pain with the gathering delight from having her clit stimulated. Until Diane was panting on the brink of orgasm, with only his knob still inside her asshole.

Cannon took a deep breath. He brought her right to the edge, had her hyperventilating with how close she was and how much she needed it. Then he flexed his hips and slammed himself all the way into her ass, one all-consuming thrust that got every inch of space inside Diane’s rectum.

“EEHHHH!” she shrieked, not just in pain, but in a sudden rush of climax that was impossible to separate from how much she was hurting. Cannon had made her come, come from a massive intrusion into her most painful, inviolate space, and she loved it. Wanted more. Wanted to be hurt as much as it would take to come again like she just had.

“Want me to stop now?” Cannon mocked her. “Want me to take it out now? Or do you want to keep being a good little anal slut?”

Tenderly pleasuring her clit, he slowly rolled his hips and stroked his cock back inside her anal passage. She was more used to the thickness of his rod now. She took it cooing in pleasure as much as she winced in pain.

“That’s it. Enjoy being ass-fucked. Enjoy being a whore for me. You can come with just about anyone. But only I can make you my bitch. You like being my bitch, don’t you? You must like it, because you said you hated getting fucked in the ass. Yet here you are, enjoying being my bitch just a little bit more, aren’t you?”

Diane couldn’t bear to speak. Cannon wouldn’t make her, yet. For now, it was enough that all her complaints and protests were dead. She let him drill his tool all the way to the hilt, taking up every inch of space within her hotly clinging ass. Each time going so deep into her, so far beyond where the tightness of her rectum was meant to restrict him, that Diane thought he would emerge from the bottom of her throat with each demanding thrust.

All hesitance gone, Diane simply quivered under him, waiting for him to further use her body for whatever debauchery he wished. Still tingling with her orgasm, she haplessly resigned herself to the sodomy going on and on, knowing that sooner or later the pain would lead to another climax.

Keening and cringing, she felt her resignation changing, becoming a kind of excitement. At first she couldn’t believe it—she barely believed how hard she’d come, but now there was a faint sense of pleasure to her ass being stretched and spread. As Cannon kept ass-fucking her, the sensation mounted in her well-used bowels.

She shook her head, trying to deny it for a moment, but Diane couldn’t summon up any revulsion at the prospect. Her pussy now buzzed with incredible rapture; she knew it was coming from her skewered anus.

“Yes, yes!” she muttered, realizing she loved how he was fucking her—how he was fucking her ass.

The pressure in her ass was still incredible, taut and throbbing… she was by no means used to it. His fingers clawing at her clit kept her from getting used to it. Diane was suspended in blissful excitement, squealing with joy, rolling her hips so his massive endowment shifted inside her hot, tight ass. Never more comfortable, but her ass couldn’t really tighten on it when it kept moving inside her, when Cannon kept rhythmically pounding her.

“Ooh, yes!” she gasped. “Fuck me, baby… split me open… I love being your bitch!”

There was no fighting the surges of delirious pleasure that flooded her convulsive body. She didn’t try. Only seconds ago, the perversion of enjoying her sodomy had horrified her, but now it was pure delight. She helped him fuck her, thrusting her ass back into his groin, trying to take even more of his cock. Enjoying every second of being split open by him, she shook under Cannon like a shameless nymphomaniac.

“Woooohh,” she whined between clenched teeth, so unable to contain her overflowing emotions that tears ran down her cheeks. She humped her spread ass back into Cannon’s muscular loins. Her fleshy buttocks splayed around his big cock, then the underlying muscle flexed and contracted. Like the throbbing of Cannon’s arousal resounded all the way to the far external reaches of the sheath he was in.

“I’ll be your bitch forever,” she sighed in total supplication, thoroughly loving the feel of his massive prick bulging out her thin belly, seeming like it was reaching all the way up into her digestive tract. “Don’t stop fucking me! You can have my ass whenever you want!”

She no longer cared how depraved what they were doing was, if Cannon respected her, anything. All that mattered were the wonderful rivers of pleasure that flowed out from where she lustily proved her submission to him.