Looking back I can only guess at the sight before her that day, dust covered with white rings for eyes and a mosaic trail of sweat rivulets streaking ...he arms and legs of the body of a boy. "Collection day Mrs W", I announced, she frowned and replied "Bobby is that you under there ?" We where almost eye to eye as she was not a tall woman barely five foot in height, red haired with a light dusting of freckles across her nose dressed in a dark button front floral blouse, cinched waist orange. My wrists were forced up until I thought my shoulders would separate. They beat me again and again with the crop and cane and even with an old belt I had. They left me in that position for days—maybe even weeks—I don’t really know. That’s how it happened for months and months—the same thing over and over—beatings, feeding me piss and shit and antibiotics, diarrhea and vomiting, but mostly pain. I was beaten every night when they returned from work. I dreaded the weekends when it would last. With a smooth, easy movement, I squeezed every slippery inch of my fat cock into her tight, hot asshole, plundering her virginal hole with unrestrained lust. She rocked forward, then pressed back hard, grinding her body against me, my balls slapping gently against her wet pussy. The sensation of being buried in my new wife's virgin ass was everything I could have dreamed - and when she squeezed hard on my and whimpered softly, her eyes rolled back in her head, my tongue wet and soft on her. Maria kneeled down in front of Eric, pulled out his cock from his pink boxershort and put on a cock ring over Eric's hard cock. When finished she started suck his erected cock slowly while Eric moaned. Eric got already so hard that Maria stood up and turned around. She bent forward while bringing here pussy towards Eric's hard cock. She slowly inserted his erect cock in here pussy and started to ride him. Eric wanted to say something but couldn't as he was gagged. Maria moaned from delight..