In what was still definitely a man's world, Loretta Byrne was determined to make her place. She sat in the outer office of the Reveler's Insurance Co. where she was applying for a job as claims adjuster, one long, stockinged leg over the other, swinging back and forth, green platform shoes covering her feet. The newer, shorter green winter dress was uncomfortable for the twenty-six year-old woman who was five-feet-seven inches tall. She had that long, rangy look, a slender body that was unable to hide the fact that she had large breasts-too large, she thought, and out of proportion to the rest of her. Under her yellow blouse was a special brassiere designed to make her large breasts seem smaller, but they seemed to stand out all the same.
Loretta had rich brown hair that was cut just above shoulder length, falling in gentle waves around her lovely face. She had large brown eyes, a straight nose-patrician in appearance-and an adorably full lower lip beneath a cupid's bow upper lip. Her chin was narrow yet strong, and by now she knew only too well that men found her more than pretty.
But Loretta Byrne wanted nothing to do with men, except to work alongside them and prove she was better than they. She wanted to make a place for herself in the hierarchy of this insurance company, and, if possible, use her position to "come down" on the multitudes of hypocrites-mostly men-who tried to "rip-off the insurance companies with their claims.
Men! Phooey! It was always a man's world. Women did what men wanted because men were physically stronger, and therefore able to keep women from properly developing their minds. It had happened to Loretta's mother. Her father had dominated the woman until he had died, when Loretta was thirteen, and two years later, when her mother had re-married, her step-father, a wandering preacher, had not only dominated her mother, but Loretta, as well.
Loretta's mother had been a very religious Evangelist, which was one of the reasons why Loretta was almost totally agnostic. As far as her mother was concerned, the Reverend Frank Wimsey was able to do no wrong. As a result of her beliefs, Loretta had almost been ruined for life.
As she sat in the insurance office, waiting to speak to the head of the claims-adjusting department, Loretta thought back to her eighteenth birthday and of the special party her mother had given her. Afterward, when everyone had gone home, Loretta, her mother, and the good Reverend Frank were alone in the living room of what had been her father's home. The reverend, who had wandered from state to state, had moved in after he had married her widowed mother, and had finally settled down, preaching in the small West Virginia town, no longer having to wander. Insurance from Loretta's father paid the taxes and bills on the house, and the reverend earned enough money to pay for his own "necessities," such as cigars and lots of good whiskey, while Loretta's mother worked at the local telephone office in order to bring in enough money to feed and clothe them.
The living room was small, with a bay window in front that now had the shades pulled down. The rugs on the floor had been old when the Byrne family had moved into the house, and the Victorian furniture they had used to furnish the room was really antique. Had the good reverend any idea of their true worth, he would have sold it all off. As it was, he thought it was just moth-eaten furniture no one cared for, and since he had no intention of spending money to re-furnish the house, he left everything as it was.
At that time, Loretta, like her mother, had been imbued with a kind of religious fervor. Unfortunately, Loretta's mother had been told by her own parents that all girls, in the teen years, prior to reaching twenty, had some kind of evil in them. The evil had to be driven out. Loretta's mother had had the "evil driven out of her" with a birch rod by her own father. Since Loretta no longer had a father, Loretta's mother felt it was the good reverend's job to drive the evil out of her daughter, and so, on Loretta's eighteenth birthday, after all the guests had gone, Loretta's mother explained to her daughter that whatever evil was locked inside her had to be driven out once and for all, as it had been driven out of her own body. Loretta, at that time, still naive, trustingly accepted what her mother told her.
"Darling," her mother said, "I'm going to the church now. I'll stay there and pray for you while Frank drives the evil out of you once and for all."
Frightened, somewhat apprehensive, but still filled with religious zeal at that time, Loretta nodded and said, "All right, ma."
Alone with Frank Wimsey, Loretta was certain the man intended beating her. But Frank, a gaunt man with almost flat features, his slender body bloated in the middle by too much beer when there was no whiskey available, smiled amenably at the lovely girl, his eyes lingering on the proud pair of breasts thrusting out her pink party blouse.
"Are you going to whip me?" she asked, anxiously.
"Whipping is old-fashioned, child," Frank smiled, removing his dark suit coat, standing before her in pants held up by suspenders over a stained white shirt. "Love is the true way to drive out evil. I shall teach you love, for in love there is power."
They were standing in the middle of the room, where there was no interfering furniture. Loretta looked at the man inquisitively, noting with only passing interest the huge bulge at his groin. She had been carefully brought up by her mother who made certain her lovely child knew none of the mysteries of procreation. After all, such knowledge was evil.
"We shall use the power of love to sweetly push the evil out of you," Frank went on. "Would you care to feel true power?"
"I-I'm afraid," Loretta gasped.
"Fear not, for I am with you," the reverend assured her, tugging her closer. "Here now, feel true power."
His voice was almost a sibilant hiss as he guided her young, feminine hand down to the bulge in his crotch, pressing her palm against the thick log-like stump of his swollen penis as it strained beneath the black, broadcloth pants.
It was the first time Loretta had been made aware of the true differences between men and women. She knew boys had penises. Once, at a picnic, she had seen five-year-old boys urinating into a stream. She had been foolish enough to ask her mother why it was the boys were able to void while standing, and her mother had slapped her for speaking such evil. Since that time, Loretta had never again mentioned such things to anyone, but her mind had occasionally returned to the sight of the young boys standing at the stream, those tiny little pieces of flesh protruding from their flies as they urinated.
Now Loretta realized there was much more to a man than a tiny piece of flesh. Now the flesh was monstrous. She automatically cupped her hand against his coarse member, her mind still drifting in some kind of dream of salvation where the evil would be driven from her. As it was, she was still dazed from he events of the party, where girl friends had given her gifts and some boys had been permitted to peck her on the cheek. Now she was wondering about this power Reverend Frank intended using on her to secure her salvation. Her hand rubbed up and down the massive thickness.
"That's right," Frank assured her. "Yes, child, yes," he said, his eyes darting to the small hallway door to make sure it was tightly closed. It had an automatic lock on it.
"Jesus," he murmured, "has taught us man does not live by bread alone. Love, love is the way. You must learn this, and thus have the evil driven from your body once and for all, so that you may stand in His grace, pure forever."
His voice continued droning on reassuringly, and her hand continued rubbing the pulsating organ, feeling the "power" generated by it as it throbbed beneath his pants. Frank placed his hands on Loretta's shoulders, speaking more and more softly in the dim room that always had a musty odor to it. He drew her closer to him, making her wonder if he intended whispering profound secrets into her small, shellshaped ear.
Loretta was aware of the man's arms protectively surrounding her slender form. His low, effective voice had won her trust and confidence as it had won her mother's, and she was aware of a ticklish sensation as the man's nimble fingers began undoing the row of buttons that ran down her pink blouse. Then his hands tugged at the zipper on her skirt and it fell around her ankles as he peeled her blouse from her body.
A cool chill invaded her body as the blouse slipped to the floor, and with a sense of shock Loretta realized Frank was now unhooking her brassiere. She wanted to suddenly pull away from him but Frank's hands stayed her as he said to her, "You must learn to trust me, Loretta. You must understand that in order to drive the evil from you, you must stand naked before God's truth, as unashamed as Eve stood before Adam. Be not afraid, for when this is ended, you will have been purged of evil and your body will be pure."
His fingers deftly, practicedly removed the hooks of her brassiere, sliding the harness off, letting her taut, firm, full breasts bounce freely in front of him. Loretta found herself fighting back a wicked sense of foreboding, a feeling that stole over her as Reverend Frank ran both hands down along the sides of her shuddering body, electrifying her with a vibrant tingling that continually ran up and down her shuddering spine.
His hands drew the half-slip she wore down, and he forced her to step out of it, letting it pool on the floor around her feet. Then he knelt and took off her shoes and stockings, letting her stand before him in just her panties. Standing, his eyes now went to the huge, upstanding brown-tipped breasts that seemingly hung suspended before him. The nipples stood up as if strings were pulling them, and he gaped at the generous expanse of the otherwise-slender girl's flesh. The incredibly full, round globes continued to sway and jiggle in the dim light barely coming through the drawn shades, the nipples looking rich, like ripened chestnuts set in blue-veined marble hemispheres.
His hands caressed her shoulders again and again, his fingers anxiously twitching as if aching to touch her breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her right shoulder, then her left, and then once again kneeled, sliding her nylon panties down the pillars of her slender thighs, his fingers savoring the soft delicate feel of her tender flesh. He revealed Loretta's exquisitely formed, classic body to his eyes as well as to his hands as he gazed at her with wide-open eyes.
Standing, he paused, savoring the sight of the eighteen-year-old girl's nudity. As an itinerant preacher, he had zapped more than one backwoods girl, and even after marrying, he had still managed to curry favor with certain female members of his congregation, but this time he had found a truly rare, delightful beauty. He felt his penis throbbing madly in his pants, radioing an urgent message to him to continue in a hurry. But he kept his phallus under control for the moment, knowing from experience that he mustn't hurry things. He had done revival preaching for a long period before meeting Loretta's mother, and he had learned the wisdom of moving slowly.
Loretta felt chill after chill invade her body, and she wondered what form this driving out of evil would take. When Frank had removed his black coat, she had assumed he had done so in order to make his task easier. But now she was astonished to see him removing his black string tie, undoing the buttons on his soiled shirt quickly, taking it all off. His sleeveless undershirt came off, next, revealing a hairy chest. He kicked off his shoes, and Loretta stared in wonder as the black pants slid from his pot belly, down his otherwise thin thighs, revealing his stick-like legs. The gaunt and somewhat ugly man stood before her, looking yellowish in the lights coming through the shades. Without shoes he looked somewhat less tall. Whenever he stood in the pulpit, he towered over everyone, looking like some kind of giant Zeus ready to hurl thunderbolts down from Mount Olympus. Now, he almost looked small.
One thing about him that definitely stood out was the massive cock that rose like a giant ramrod directly from the dark patch of hair covering his groin. Loretta stared at it filled with fear, realizing those little flesh hoses attached to small boys eventually grew into monsters such as these.
The massively huge, snake-like length of cock held her totally mesmerized for the moment.
No, she didn't understand, not yet. She wanted to comprehend as the man leaned forward, aiming his gigantic, boa constrictor-like erection directly at her while reaching out and touching her arms with his two hands. She ached to scream for help all of a sudden, but was suddenly smothered by his thick lips while his weighty, pourous tongue moved from his mouth into hers, licking here and there.
She all but jumped when his fingers ran down her belly into the moist patch of her pubic hair. The ball of his middle finger teased her clitoris while his other fingers spread her soft pussylips wide apart. Then his thumb and forefinger surrounded the pink pearl of delight and squeezed.
Loretta felt the burning wave of lust rise and break over her helpless body. She found herself writhing, aching for ... what? What was it her body wanted?
She thought vaguely that she had been misled. She had been made to remain here so that the evil would be driven out of her, though she had never felt any evil in her. Yet her mother had insisted on it, and she, dutiful daughter, had obeyed. But what this man was doing seemed sinful. Yet how was it sinful if it felt so good? Yes, it felt good. She was confused, very confused. Loretta didn't know what to think. Though she had often heard the word fornication used at church meetings, she had no idea what it meant, yet she was certain it must have something to do with what was being done to her right now.
The reverend's hairy body was pressing firmly against her, forcing her back, back, back, until she felt the couch touch the backs of her knees. His throbbing penis pushed its head between her slender white loins as she fell onto the sofa and he hurled himself on top of her. The head of his organ rubbed against her tender pink slit, and for the first time she understood precisely what it was Reverend Frank wanted to do to her. He intended trying to force that massive length of manly flesh into her tender, girlish opening. How was this going to drive evil from her?
She moaned in protest, doing her best to try and push the man away, feebly resisting the pleasures of the flesh she suddenly understood she was feeling for the first time. Loretta did her best to wriggle away from the huge, dry rod attempting to probe her secret feminine cavern-a cavern no man had ever entered before.
"No, Reverend Frank!" she cried out, as the man began pressing his organ deeper and deeper into the narrow slit, surrounding the head of his cock with her inner labia, gripping her tightly around her hips and forcing her to remain beneath him.
Loretta pushed with her hands, jamming her palms against the man's shoulders, but all the while she felt bitch-heat enveloping her, and she tried hard to push it out of her mind.
Frank, realizing he was having difficulty entering her, pulled back and allowed his penis to pull out. His right hand reached down and he thrust his thumb into the narrow entryway of her vagina while his middle finger sought and found the tightly puckering little opening that was her anus. He drove past the resistant sphincter and moved his finger in to the first knuckle.
Now he was holding her as if gripping a bowling ball, clenching his fingers very tightly as if to bridge the flesh separating thumb and finger. Loretta's head slammed back against pillows on the arm of the sofa, her mouth flying open in a soundless scream. She felt pain, agonizing pain, and nothing in the world equalled the pain of those two digits continually pressing into the narrow private tenderness of both sphincter and vaginal openings.
"No more ... no more!" she shrieked.
"The evil must be driven from you, child," Reverend Frank insisted.
"Another way!" she gasped. "Another way! Please!"
The fingers dug all the more deeply into her tender flesh, causing even more agony, and she writhed, shuddering.
"How else shall I do it, child?" Frank asked.
"Do whatever else you must!" she gasped. "Just don't do this to me, sir. It hurts too much!"
"Very well," he said, easing his grip. "You must relax. I won't do anything to harm you. Take it nice and easy and you'll be all right."
The man eased his finger from the depths of her anus, but he let it slide into her vagina, to join his thumb, moving the two digits around and around, making her already moist cunt that much wetter. Her labia sucked on his fingers as if they were nourishment, and her hips began to slowly grind up and down.
Loretta realized she had committed herself to doing whatever the man wished. There would be no backing out, now. Her hands, which had done their best to previously hold back the urgent body of the hairy, itinerant preacher now slid around his neck as if letting him know she would comply with his wishes. Her thighs spread accommodatingly to ease the way.
The hard length and breadth of his stubby phallus began grinding forward, inch by inch, pushing between her labia, into the very narrow tunnel, pressing against the barrier of her hymen. The head pushed, and Loretta gasped, feeling horrendous pain.
This wasn't the good reverend's first virgin, but by God it was going to be his most enjoyable one. He was really going to enjoy popping this one. Hell! Ever since he had married her mother he had fantasized about fucking this one, and now his dreams were going to come true. He began battering the head of his penis harder and harder at the resisting gate of the lovely woman's chastity. His flat hips lifted, then slammed through her virginal membrane, and she shrieked out her pain. Her nails clawed at his back, and she realized that through the agony there was an unbelievable desire for him to finish this, to bring her to a culmination of some kind.
"Do it!" she screamed at him. "Do it to me! Do it! Do it! do it! Don't stop, now!" she pleaded, clenching her teeth against the agony she was feeling as the blood from the ruptured membrane mixed with her inner juices to help ease the way a little.
Loretta continued violently trembling, whipping her head from side to side as she continued feeling the uncomfortable sting of the driving penis rubbing against the tender walls of her helpless vagina, rubbing the ragged edges raw. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, lying totally frozen like some frightened deer caught in the headlights of a car, helpless in her utter subjugation to him. She lay there, waiting for that final awesome thrust which would rip out what was left of the hymeneal tissue within her and mercifully bring to a conclusion this ritual of inhuman sacrifice she was undergoing.
Her mind swam, remembering the teachings that supposedly went with Godliness and wondered if this agonizing ordeal was indeed a ritual that would drive evil painfully from her and make her pure and good as her mother hoped. But the wide, cruel grin that was lining Frank's already intense face was now replaced by what she knew to be the contorted expression of raw lust. The throbbing penis which had been sending its urgent message of need singaled said need was greater than any restraint the brain intended putting on it. Not only did the penis need to be totally buried, but the lusciously helpless girl lying beneath him needed that last thrust which would cause the entire penile length and breadth of him to remove every last vestige of hymeneal barrier forever. As far as the reverend was concerned, it was an encumbrance that he ought to have removed three years earlier,, and now he intended fully enjoying every last little bit of it. He had dreamed of fucking this beauty for such a long time, that now it seemed unreal-as if this were a dream, too.
His stimulated testes demanded that he slam the ramrod solidly into her tunnel-now! The tantalized tip of his phallic length, barely through the bleeding hymen, stiffened, thickened, and then powered through the rest of the way.
"Uuuuuunnnngggggghhhhhh!" He had to shove the entire length of his massive shaft through this tight pussy before he completely exploded. The muscles in his buttocks began to involuntarily contract, making his spine flex uncontrollably, triggering his jerking hips and causing the red-hot cylinder of burning flesh to drive, sinking deep into the subliminal passageway where no cock had gone before.
"Yyyyaximumyyyyaaaacumggggghhhhhh!"
Loretta's strangled cry came rising to the surface from deep inside her, making her sound like some kind of dying animal. She had never dreamed such a creature was harbored inside her, and the realization that it was she who was screaming made her think once again that there was indeed evil within her that had to be abolished once and for all.
The cry had leaped from her chest, forced from her by the power of the driving flesh stud within her. She wriggled like a helpless fish gaffed and held out of water to die as the penis went rampaging into her cunt, changing virginal flesh into womanly flesh. The mighty bullet-headed organ sank to its full length into the tantalizing depths beyond. Her sucking cunt gripped the length of molten flesh as it seemingly continued an endless plunge within her, moving without mercy. Deeper and deeper it sank into her girlish channel as Loretta groaned and twisted in uncontrolled anguish at this determined, depraved attack on her womanhood. Through the flailing consciousness of her tortured brain, she felt as if her entire body had descended into a bubbling, boiling pot of seething, simmering oil. The stoutly resisting barrier, the symbol of her child-like virginity reeled beneath the incessant battering of the heavy, wedge-shaped ram wielded by this man who was professing to purge her of evil.
There was more pain, unbearable pain, and when it seemed too much to bear, the last little bit of maiden flesh tore loose from the walls of her vagina, and the heavy, hairy groin at the base of his throbbing cock pressed against the softly furred lips of her own vagina. Then the pain slowly faded, and Loretta, unable to help herself, entwined her legs tightly around the man's buttocks.
The tissue-thin representation of her virginity had been removed once and for all, ripped violently away, but all she was thinking of was the constant shock and pain as her body went totally limp for the moment, drained of all its strength. The mighty engine of destruction locked inside her kept her cuntwalls wide apart, moving into her like a great freight train through a tunnel, or like a bayonet making its own entry as it pierced flesh. The cock massaged the internal flesh of her vaginal channel without any thought of the possible injury it might be causing when it ripped out the tight seam sealing her womb for so long.
Surging waves of agitated vaginal flesh accordioned beneath the overpowering, driving pressure of the stone-solid juggernaut as the man's pelvis once again smacked solidly into the juncture formed by the V of her open thighs. His heavy balls bounced like two wrecking weights against the narrow little perineum that separated her ass from her cunt.
Her face strained, and her lips were agitated as she struggled to define and form words in her throat. She gasped and gurgled and shuddered. The masculine spear within had seemingly torn through uncounted tiny threads inside her trembling body, and the helmet-shaped head was sunk to the depths in her trembling belly, filling the space available and pulsating in the hope of plugging even more. She was aware of the solidity of the rubbery tip pressing against the backwall of her vagina.
Frank lay heavily on the slender girl, his hairy chest scrubbing the full balloons of her breasts, his hands slipping beneath her full buttocks, trying to separate them as if attempting to open her cunt to an even more driving assault. His balls rubbed against the cheeks of her ass, making her wriggle and twitch uncontrollably.
Now the man lay still for a moment, and the beautiful brown-haired girl was hanging in a strange balance between wispy sensations of mounting pleasure and the very real torture that had agonized her when his penis had sundered the strip of tissue in her tender vagina. He stared down into the wide-open, pained eyes of the young girl until they rolled back as if she were fainting. He was well aware of the stiffness in the body beneath his, and knew she was psychologically walking the tightrope between sanity and madness as ecstasy and agony fought for supremacy within her. She was frozen, fearing that any movement on her part might restore the splitting pain.
Loretta was suddenly aware of the elasticity in her soft walls as they slowly expanded all the more, opening wider and wider in stuttering jerks to accept the bulk of the invading phallus. For the first time she was aware of the whiskey smell on Frank's breath as he panted heavily, like some kind of wanton animal while lying on top of her. He was huffing and puffing like a human steam engine.
As thought slowly began filtering back into Loretta's mind, she discovered she was going to survive, and this, itself, seemed astonishing. The man flexed his pulsating cock, and this made her gasp as the penis thickened, stretching her inner walls even more. Yet she discovered her vagina was capable of it.
Even more astonishing was the thought that she was indeed finding some element of pleasure beyond all this pain. Her virginity had been lost, and now she realized this was precisely what had been done to women in all those history books she had read-books about invading Roman and Greek armies, books about the Sabine women. This vile man was using her in exactly the same way non-believers had used women, and it was at this moment that Loretta began to understand that the basic differences between men were their degrees of hypocrisy.
Frank was gasping, enjoying the sensation of her cunt surrounding his thick cock as if said pussy were an incredibly strong velvet fist with clutching fingers. She was so tight inside, he felt as if the outer layer of skin from his cock was being rubbed raw. Swiftly then, he began sliding his penis in and out with short little jabbing stabs, and he was overjoyed to hear the lovely girl squeal. It wasn't the sound of pain to which he was listening,, but something else, definitely something else. It was a low hum that bordered on outright pleasure. Well, what the hell! Just about every girl he had ever fucked had enjoyed it to some degree-or-other.
He braced his knees on the sofa cushions beneath, lifting his body so his penis scrubbed against the top of her vagina. Each forward stab brought his hairy groin sandpapering itself against her tender clitoris. He imagined what that little pink bud of delight must look like, and he was sorry he hadn't taken the time to lap it a little before fucking her. But he had been so hot for her, he just had to bury his cock inside her.
"Hallelujah!" he gasped, realizing she was responding to his thrusts with upward movements of her body each time he slammed his cock into her. 'The evil is being driven out!"
Her pussy was moving faster now, rising to meet the impaling thrusts of his driving penis. She realized all kinds of strange things were happening to her down there. Without trying, she was aware her inner muscles were rippling around the massively throbbing lance of the fantastic penis.
As far as Frank was concerned, this was a glorious sensation. He remembered having "saved" another little girl in St. Louis many years earlier who had been almost as good at this. It was amazing how certain women took to sex naturally, with snapping cunts right from the start, while others might be fucked a lifetime and never have enough sense to move their asses.
The delightful sensation of Loretta's sucking vagina continually munching away around his masculinity was becoming too much for the preacher. He began buffeting his throbbing cock into her slender body all the more freely, spearing into her with a fury unmatched by the verbal damnations he continually uttered from the pulpit. At the moment he was very much aware of his power, concentrating it into his cock as he cudgeled it back and forth between her clinging womanly walls and he prayed for the strength to give her the climax she needed. Hell! She had better come soon, because he was on the verge, himself.
The pain in her tunnel was now slowly but surely fading away. For Loretta there was only the wonderful metrononme stroking into her, seemingly keeping time with the beat of her heart. She was very much aware of new sensations she was experiencing. Her thighs shuddered with a certain sense of delight as she rode the rail moving inside her. She was aware of every little ridge, every vein in the muscular phallus, feeling the spade-shaped head and its coronal ridges pressing ever-so-delightfully into the hot inner folds of her sucking vagina. She rose to meet each downward stroke, and soon she realized she was doing it automatically, without having to think about it. Each punching motion of her tantalized and eagerly jerking pelvis brought newer and greater sensations to her.
Now she felt her inner spirit slowly slipping away. Her mind retreated from the terrible onslaught she had initially suffered, and her body thrilled to the overwhelming attack of pure sensation. She began babbling again, sucking on the tongue thrust into her mouth, and then her body began convulsing, seeking to devour that spear of the preacher as her mouth sough to chew off his tongue.
Frank's eyes had long since rolled up in his head. The man was fighting to maintain control until the girl came. Not that he cared about her, but he wanted to "save her again" in the future, and if he made it good for her now, she probably would not be averse to it. When he felt her go wild as a bucking mare beneath him, he simply lost total control of himself, and his overtaxed balls and prostate began unleashing their discharge.
"AAAAAIIIIYYYYEEEE EEEEAAAAAGGG-GH-HH HHHAAAANNNNG. GGGGHH HHHU-UUUU NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHA AAAAAUUU-UU WWWWWAAAAG GGGGGGHHHHAAAA NNNNNNGG GGHHHHHH!" she shrieked, in the throes of her orgasm, thinking of nothing but the savory feelings washing over her.
Now it was the preacher's turn. His body stiffened and his hands gripped her arms, fingers digging like claws into her delicate flesh has he bellowed, "HH-HH AAAAAYYYYYYRRR RRRRRA AARRRRAA-AANNNNNNGGGG GGHHHHUUUURRRG GG-GH HHHHAAAA NNNNNGGGHHHHA!" His throbbing vock was ejaculating great gouts of seminal fluid into the ecstatically electrified young girl. The man continued shieking hallelujahs, squealing with joy and exultation, sensing the wildly twitching pressure of her cunt wrapped around his cock, trying to wring it out like a used dishrag. His hips continued slamming against her young body with the driving intensity of violent pistons as he sought to fill her with ecstasy.
Finally, out of strength, the man collapsed on top of her with a tremendous shuddering sigh of gratitude to the Lord for allowing him to fulfill his dream of finally fucking the daughter of the woman he had married. His cock, its deed done, began deflating within her womb.
For a long time Loretta lay there thinking, So this is fornication. This is what men to do women.
She was smart enough to know, if she told her mother, the woman would not believe her, since her mother was certain of the purity of her own husband. But Loretta realized she had been betrayed, made to sin, and with a holy man so-to-speak.
With the passassage of years after that, Loretta realized all men wanted from her was what Reverend Frank had done to her. She hardened her heart, determined never again to give in, and now she say waiting to wreak her own vengeance on men, little dreaming of what lay in store for her.
CHAPTER TWO
The man was tall, dark, and very suave. He was in his early forties, and Loretta knew he was well-versed in insurance adjustment. Jerome Doan was her last hope for this kind of job. Loretta had been to countless other insurance offices prior to coming to this one, and Reveler's was her final chance.
She had been ushered into his office by the man, personally, who had come out rather than merely ordering his secretary to send her in. She immediately realized he had been told she was good to look at, and he was trying to make an impression on her as a man, just as she was trying to impress him as a competent worker. In all the other insurance offices she had rejected any advances made by some of the men, primarily because she hated men, but also because most of them were either bald, fat, skinny, or in some way unattractive. Jerome Doan's only unattractive feature was that he was a man.
For the first time it occurred to Loretta that the only way she was going to get the job was to play up to the man and let him think he might get somewhere if he hired her. Once she had the job and proved her competency, even if he fired her for not coming across, she would at least have a record she would be able to show to some of the insurance companies that had previously rejected her, probably assuring her of a job with at least one of them.
The office was plush, and Loretta sat in a chair by the side of the huge desk as the tall, handsome, black-haired man sat behind the desk and asked her the same perfunctory questions all the others had asked. When it was all over, he leaned back in his tilted chair and said, "We might have a place for you, Miss Byrne. It depends more on your attitude than anything else. I like the way you feel about people in general. However you have a rebellious spirit, and to be quite frank, we need people working for us who can follow orders."
"I can follow orders," Loretta insisted, smoothing her hands over her green skirt, trying to tug it down.
"May I suggest you and I discuss this further at lunch."
Lunch! It was the first test. Loretta knew if she turned him down, she would lose the job. But what harm was there in having lunch? After all, they would be in a restaurant.
"Very well, sir," she nodded. "Lunch! Where?"
"I'll meet you in front of the building at one o'clock. By that time most of the employees will be back from their own lunch, and we'll have a leisurely time of it."
"Certainly," Loretta agreed, smiling a plastic smile.
It was almost eleven when she left the man's office, an office in Forest City on Long Island. Yes, she had left West Virginia as quickly as she had been able to do so, and now, with some money she had saved while working her way through college, and after college working in a dress shop for five years, she had come to Forest City where her mother would never find her, and her step-father would never again have the opportunity to preach to her as he had done for eight years following his rape of her. He had preached a lot, but he had never again put hands on her. She had made certain of that.
The avenue had a lot of stores, and she window-shopped for the next two hours. Then she returned to the Reveler's Building.
CHAPTER THREE
"What is this place?" Loretta asked as Jerry Doan led her into the huge Forest City Motel. "It doesn't look like a restaurant to me."
She was already tight and apprehensive, but he smiled and said, "The motel has one of the finest restaurants in Forest City. The company maintains a suite of rooms here, and it may be necessary for you to meet with the attornies of clients from time to time in order to straighten out claims. In fact, we would insist on it. This would be the place to meet with them-on our ground, so to speak. It will keep them slightly off-balance."
Loretta-shrugged. She knew, from college training, that after checking out a claim, the adjuster often had to meet with an insured's attorney. It made sense to meet on some ground familiar to the insurance company but not familiar to the attorney.
Still wary, she allowed herself to be led to the second floor of the motel to the waiting suite of rooms behind the pink doors. Inside, the place was furnished luxuriously, and a table had been set up in the middle of the room with a tablecloth and cutlery and dishes. When Jerry pulled her seat out, she sat, allowing him to push it in, then he sat across from her, and he began talking about various aspects of the business as a man materialized out of nowhere with a serving cart and proceeded to serve lunch. Throughout lunch the two of them discussed business, and they talked about how the public, in general, was always out to rip-off the insurance company wherever possible, not realizing all they were doing was hurting themselves since, in the long run, they had to pay higher premiums.
"I think you might work out very well," Jerry said to her, once lunch was finished and they were working on the chilled bottle of after-dinner wine. "What I have in mind is more than merely claims-adjusting. It's an idea I've been toying with for some time, and I think you might be just right to initiate it. I'll explain in greater detail a little later on."
He poured her more wine, and Loretta, by now relaxed, certain she at last had a job, drank. In fact, she finished almost a whole bottle by herself, not noticing Jerry took one sip for every glass she swallowed. He was carefully probing, and she, more than a little tipsy, was slowly opening up about herself, letting him know why she felt as she did and why she hated men, eventually telling everything.
"I can understand how you feel," he told her. "However, though you claim to be non-religious, your entire attitude is that of a religious prude. Simply because a man of religion was the one who attacked you is no reason to be so stiff-necked. After all, you did admit to enjoying it."
She realized then that she had confessed just about everything to the man, including how much she had savored her orgasm. Loretta blushed, feeling somewhat ashamed, saying, "I talk too much."
"Not at all," he said, standing, and she stood with him. "You've closed your mind to the enjoyment you've had while remembering only the pain. Surely you realize the pain is gone forever. In the removal of your maidenhead your thoughtless stepfather also removed the only real vestiges of pain you will ever know. The time has come for you to open your mind to life's pleasures."
Somehow the table and chairs had disappeared and they were standing near one another in the center of the room. She handed him her empty glass and he put it on a coffee table as she said, "I'm afraid it's going to take some time for me to adjust. But I shouldn't burden you with my personal problems," she told him. "I'm certain you have work to do. A man like you must always be busy and I'm detaining you."
He put a hand on her arm and drew her toward him, bending his head to her, saying, 'There's always time to help straighten out an employee."
"Then I have the job?" she asked, looking into his brown eyes, noting their clarity.
"You have the job as an adjuster, if you want it," he assured her. "But it will entail more than merely checkong on claims."
"Oh I want it," she nodded. "I'll do anything...."
Suddenly it occurred to her that what she was saying was coming out wrong. What she had meant was she would do anything the job itself required, but she sounded as if she were willing to do anything to get the job.
"I'm glad to hear you say that," Jerry smiled.
He grabbed her at that moment, enclosing her in the parenthesis of his arms, closing her in an unbreakable lock.
Taken totally unawares, Loretta cried out an involuntary, "Unh!" before his mouth closed over hers in a strong and tender kiss. She did her best to pull away. No man had done anything like this to her in the past eight years, not since Reverend Frank had attacked her. This was wrong, all wrong. She had said the wrong thing, and now the man was under the impression he'd be able to do anything he wanted with her. Her head was spinning with all the wine she had swallowed, but she knew she didn't want this man doing "things" to her. She had fended men off for so long, it would be wrong to give in, now.
Jerry held her fast, his mouth locked solidly against hers, his arms gripping her tightly. With her small hands she began vainly pushing at his shoulders. The man didn't seem to notice.
The head of the claims adjustment department held the wriggling woman and refused to let go, knowing from past experience with women she would stop struggling very shortly. He had encountered these repressed types before. All they needed was a little quality loving to bring them around. Her slender body was as soft as he knew it would be. He enjoyed the feeling of those large breasts swelling against his own chest. Even through his shirt and her blouse he felt the weight of them, and it was all so delicious. He sensed the thickness of her nipples, quiescent though they were, and he imagined how long they would be once he had his mouth around them. He'd have her naked very shortly.
Loretta struggled fiercely, pushing hard against the man's firm shoulders, but it was like pushing a rock. She was aware of his muscular forearm reaching behind her, grabbing her two arms and clamppng them to her sides in an almost brutal grip while his free hand found the swells of her heaving breasts. He allowed the hand to flutter gently over her mounds, caressing them as if holding a delicate, fluttering bird. Her heavy breathing was coming even faster and in rasps through her nose. She was able to smell the clean scent of his after-shave while still struggling. But it was all to no avail as he held her as easily as if she were a small child. Against her will she felt her breast fitting into the rounded shape of his hand, almost snuggling there, and her nipple slowly filled with blood, enlarging as it hadn't done for so long. She writhed as his palm massaged it, making the entire mammary enlarge and harden.
No ... no ... she was crying out in her own head, and then she realized no matter how she struggled it would be useless. If this man was intent on raping her, he would do just that. She had been foolish enough to allow herself to be led into this trap. There was nothing she would be able to do about it. He was certainly far too strong for her, physically. She went totally limp in his arms hoping he would take pity on her. After all, he hadn't seemed at all like Reverend Frank. He had seemed so business-like. But then she remembered, all men were basically rotten.
Now that's much better, Jerry thought, enjoying her going limp in the cradle of his arm. Her breasts continued swelling as his palm fluttered over them in turn with the nipples turgid and stiffening to a length and thickness almost equalling the size of the last digit on his pinky.
He forced his tongue between her even white teeth, letting it probe deeply into her mouth. God! She tasted of the wine. A man would easily be able to get drunk on a woman like this. She wasn't some ordinary kind of quiff. Hell, no! This was a special woman. Though she didn't know it, she had a naturalness about her that would make her just right for the job Jerry had in mind. She would be an adjuster, all right, but not the way she thought. She had been right about people always trying to rip-off insurance companies, and using her, he was going to prevent these rip-offs.
He tugged at the jacket on her shoulders and slipped it from her, then began yanking the yellow blouse from inside her green skirt. He was already vis-ualizng the sight of her naked breasts in his mind's eye, and now he was impatient to continue. Her two arms were once again pinned to her sides by the steel band that was his left arm. She remained limp, and he knew he would have to get her heated up before he continued. That, from what she had told him, was her former rapist's mistake. Reverend Frank had fucked her to orgasm, but he had caused her pain without passion, first. Now he, Jerry, intended making her feel passion without pain. When he finally did release her he wanted her agreeing to everything and no longer struggling. He would have a tough time explaining scratches on his face, which was what she would do if she continued fighting him. Jesus! She was a skinny thing, but wild, really wild! God! This was the kind of woman he would have loved to have as his mistress. Maybe, eventually, he would do just that, after he used her for insurance company purposes. He knew she was quality ass, and only the crassest men would not recognize the fact. He had no intention of using her on crass men. For them, there was plenty of ordinary cunt around.
The helpless woman's brain was now a sparrow's nest of little bits and pieces as she thought back on the last eight years. Her thoughts mixed with uncertainty as she began wondering for the first time whether it was the sex act she actually hated or if it was the reverend, himself.
She held her breath as the handsome, tan-fleshed man pulled her blouse from inside her skirt and .his long-fingered hand touched the tender, naked skin of her waist, slowly sliding up behind her to undo her brassiere. How he managed to pull the bra off before removing her blouse was something of a mystery to Loretta, but he did it, and then his hand moved to claim her swollen, naked breasts. It was an alien hand to be sure, but unlike that of Reverend Frank it spoke a body language her mammaries seemingly understood, making them respond in spite of the knowledge that it was all wrong. Not that it was wrong because of religious reasons. It was wrong because her body was once again being violated initially against her will.
Loretta was aware of more blood rushing through her nipple, pulsating in radiating waves, waves that reached to her toes and to her scalp all at once. The lovely woman realized something new and different was happening to her. He was making her want what he intended doing to her. Soon she would be at that crucial point of no-return. She had to stop him now, or it would be too late. With an overpowering effort she was unaware she had within her she tore her mouth from that of the man.
"No ... oh ... no ... please ... don't!" she coughingly gasped.
His hand came up to grasp her jaw. How his dark-brown eyes were mere inches from hers and they spoke more of the language his hand had spoken to her breasts. She not only understood, but found she was responding to him without wanting to.
"Be still, lovely lady," he murmured to her, his voice strong and at the same time calming.
Loretta stared back at him, captived, totally afraid for the moment, yet inwardly tingling with a thrilled excitement as she ached to play this out. His wide, generous mouth began softly kissing her lovely face, moving down to her curving throat.
"Ohhhhh ... hhhuuunnnhhh ... please ... Mr. Doan...." she gasped, a thrilling lassitude continuing to wash through her, turning her bones to yielding rubber.
That was when Loretta became aware of the moisture between her thighs, soaking her panties. The last time she had been so wet down there had been when Reverend Frank had finally put his fingers into her. But here she was, responding without being touched there ... yet. She realized how much she was being aroused by this man.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he explained to her. "I'm going to wipe the hurt from you once and for all, leaving you only with thoughts of pleasure."
He slid the tip of his tongue down over her throat while the palm of his hand continued roving over her two naked breasts, feeling them involuntarily quiver. He was aware of her breath quickening as his mouth continued kissing its way across the loveliness of her beautiful face. A woman like this didn't come along very often, and he would have to be a fool to let her get away. One thing Jerry Doan wasn't, was a fool.
Her big beautiful breasts rose like mountains from her narrow ribcage. They were heaving tremulously, still swelling, the nipples thick and long, turning from soft brown to a deep reddish brown. They were little stiffened fingers of desire.
Jerry felt his own interior furnace blistering away with a brightly blzing flame, his thick cock as stiff as a lead bar as it hammered away, pulse-like inside the tight prison of his pants.
"AAaaaaaannnn ... hhhhhhuuuuuuunnnnnnnnh-hh oooooooohhhhhh!" she gasped as he slipped the blouse from her and lowered his mouth to let it close damply around the outstanding nipple. His tongue washed circles around the soft brown areola, swirling over the quivering nub repeatedly. Her eyes were tightly shut now to hold out everything other than the feeling of the hot, wet mouth working so assiduously on her breast, his hand holding it straight up, making it resemble a chalice from which he was drinking. It was if some life-giving elixir was pouring from her nipple like rum from a spigot, filling the greedy interior of his hungrily voracious mouth. Her hand moved feebly, her arm still imprisoned, but Jerry knew it was all right to ease his hold on her now. She was a prisoner of her own responding body, a far better jailer than his arms. With the release of her arms her hand reached up and her fingers weaved their way through the man's hair, urging his head even closer to her aching breast, mashing his face against her.
"Oooooohhhh ... hhhhhhuuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhh-hh!" she moaned as his sharpedged teeth bit gently into one white-hot, stone-solid pebble of a nipple.
Jerry felt her spine stiffen and arch, her head thrown all the way back in pleasure. He knew from his hiding place at the fount of her breasts, without bothering to look up, that the lovely woman's eyes were tightly closed and that her blind face was pointed toward the ceiling in supplication for more. More he had lots to offer.
He moved slowly now, not wanting to spook her now that he had her going. No use ruining things. His hands found a short zipper at the back of her skirt and he unzipped it. Very reluctantly he pulled his mouth from the fullness of her lovely breasts to let her skirt fall down around her slender ankles.
Loretta opened her eyes and looked down at him. Her large, staring eyes were glazed because of the heat he was administering.
"Come over here, you wonderful woman," he whispered, catching her as she all but fell against him, kissing her that much further into a trance. He explored the soft, tender membranes of her lovely mouth, touching the sharp edges of her tiny white teeth, then he plunged the full length of his tongue into her mouth as if fucking her there with it. She received his oral organ with more eagerness than she had anticipated, sucking the tongue greedily and breathing heavily through her inflamed nostrils. He was already aware of the raging need in his penis, but he was intent on keeping it under control for the time being. The longer he took, the better it would be.
His hands were massaging her hips now, working her elastic-banded half slip down as he continued fucking her lovely mouth in a long soul-kiss. He slid his fingers under the elastic, touching the bare flesh of her hips, feeling her tremble, and he realized she wanted him to continue. He was aware that she wasn't wearing stockings, but pantyhose attached to her panties. Underalls!
Stepping back for the moment, he took his fill of looking at her lovely body, so white, so adorable. She was slender, with fragile arms arid softly rounded shoulders that led his eyes down to the swollen masses of globular flesh that were her thrusting breasts-breasts tipped with the rich reddish-brown of large areolae and thick nipples. Those large, swollen breasts were supported on the narrow white column of her ribcage, a cage seemingly too fragile to support their great weight. The ribs narrowed even more as they moved down to her tiny waist, a waist he was almost able to span with his long-fingered hands. Her hips swelled out very gradually in a divenly restrained curve that moved in a single long sweep down her thighs to her calves. He was already able to see the dark patch of her pubic hairs inside her panties, and his mouth hungrily watered. God! He wanted to eat her, eat his fill.
He lowered her to the nearby sofa, and Loretta lay perfectly still, hypnotized, no longer merely resigned, watching the man remove his suit jacket and fling it to the side, his eyes washing over her slender form as a tongue. Without her volition her thighs were already stretching like those of a tawny tabby and her breath was coming in quickened shudders. This time the inner voice wasn't talking sin but was urging her on to further indiscretions, telling her her body ached to feel that good feeling that had been "forced" on her before. The last time it had been with a detestable man. This time it would at least be with a man she might enjoy.
But the old voice, the one that had wanred her many years earlier, now suddenly surfaced. It called her all kinds of reviling names, telling her she was a slut, a whore, a bitch. But that was the biblical voice, the voice she had stopped believing in, and it was just as well. She didn't feel like any kind of slut. On the contrary, she felt absolutely delightful, very beautiful in fact, feeling extremely voluptuous, which, in spite of her large breasts, she really wasn't. God! She felt so tender and good all over beneath the expert touch of the man caressing her. At the moment she felt exaltyed and thrilled, drawn to an awesome experience she now knew she had to have at all costs.
Jerry saw her large brown eyes widen with stunned amazement as he slowly removed his shirt, revealing a powerful, almost hairless chest with swollen pectorals that seemingly glistened. Then he tugged at the buckle on the new leather belt he was wearing and undid his pants, stepping out of them. He also removed his undershorts. Instead of skinny legs like Frank's, the man had almost herculean thighs with bulging muscles, but the muscle that instantly grabbed her attention was the one between his thighs. It was an immense phallus, even bigger and thicker than the one that had initially penetrated her. She stared at its gigantic size and shape with unbelieving eyes, looking at the rich purple of the head, not missing the vein-laced bole or the heavy clump of dark curls surrounding the base. In the middle of the large, circumcised head was a sightless eye that was already weeping tears of sticky joy. For an instant she was terrified by such monumental length, but she remembered how her body had stretched to accommodate the organ attached to Reverend Frank, and she was certain she would just as easily be able to handle this man.
Jerry smiled to himself. He knew he was hung larger than most men. But once a woman was divided by his cock, she begged to be sliced again and again.
Loretta was unable to tear her eyes from the solidly masculine body of this powerful man who moved with such total assurance as he shucked the last of his clothing. He was that rarity, a man who looked even more enormous naked than he did clothed. He had such huge shoulders, such powerful arms, and a chest bulging with muscle. His belly was as flat and as hard as a ballet dancer's, and his powerful thighs all but bursting with lines of muscle. Ah, but it was that massive organ standing out from between those thighs that now had her fully entranced. A moment earlier she was certain she'd be able to handle it. Now she wondered if it mightn't cut her right in two.
He knelt by the sofa and picked her up, carrying her into the next room, a bedroom. There, he put her down on a bed with the covers already pulled back, kneeling beside her, never taking his eyes from her, not even for an instant. She, in turn, watched him, as fascinated as a sparrow might be by a cobra. His hands spanned her slender waist easily now as he bent his dark head to kiss her nipples, each in turn. He eased the elasticized waistband down with his fingers, stripping the under-alls all the way down her belly, her hips, off her thighs and calves, and away from her feet in a single practiced motion.
"The moment I saw you I knew you were special," he told her. "But I never expected...." His eyes finished the sentence as he took in the strangely long, perfectly shaped thighs and calves attached to this beauty. The silky brown triangle at the juncture of her thighs, covering her lovely mount of Venus and the flatness of her stomach had him agog with delight. It was easy to understand why the world was filled with paintings and statues of naked women. There was nothing more delightful than the naked female body, especially a beautiful naked body such as this one-naked breasts, naked pussy, all designed for the delights only a man was capable of bringing to a woman.
He got to his feet then, and Loretta felt those massively powerful arms catch her under the knees and back. He lifted the length of her once more and moved her to the middle of the bed. Then he was hurriedly beside her, gathering her slenderly supple, big-breasted form to him so that her entire feminine self was pressed against the solidity of him. Every soft hollow and swell of her fitted so perfectly the hard leanness of him, and this time she was the one to eagerly turn her face to his for a kiss. His mouth came crashing down on hers more fiercely than ever.
She was aware of one huge hand clenching the cheeks of her little white bum in order to tug her that much more firmly against him, making her more aware than ever of his gigantically throbbing penis. It pulsated and throbbed so that her own vagina echoed it by inwardly tightening to the twitches.
No longer really caring about keeping away from men, shutting her mind resolutely to the duplicity of the male, the lovely Loretta totally surrendered herself to the utterly indescribably rapture of the nakedly lusting man who lay beside her. She realized she wanted to feel him inside her. Yes, she actually wanted him to do what he had intended doing all along.
Her hand moved down between them, and for the first time in her life she willingly wrapped her slender white fingers around the mammoth thickness of his bull cock. It felt so much greater than Frank's, and she sensed the twitches in it-the wild appreciative jerks it made against her palm. She shuddered again at the thought of the pain it might inflict, remembering how much Frank had hurt her. But her inner body continued responding and urging her ever closer to the monstrous instrument that looked more suitable to fill a cow elephant than her own soft cunt.
"Ummmmmm ... wonderful woman ... hhhmmm-mmmm...."he softly groaned in the depths of his throat when she automatically began sliding her hand up and down, pulling on the thick length of flesh pipe in a rapturous cadence. His fingers began pinching one of her nipples, squeezing it so tightly, he feared it might pop in his hand. Loretta felt the unnerving heat emanating from the man as it seeped through to her, building her to a heavily fevered state. Long as she was, her toes were only able to touch his ankle as she cradled her head on his shoulder. Staring down the length of their bodies she never ceased to be amazed at the physical differences between the male and female. She looked like a slender white doll against the massive torso of a dark statue.
Abruptly, he tugged her over on top of him, her full breasts mashing sensuously against the naked, almost hairless flesh of his powerful chest. She was instantly aware of the length of his mighty penis as it pulsated against her tiny white belly.
He gripped the small globes of her rounded buttocks in both hands and he began squeezing them, pressing her against him, burying his maddened cock firmly between their bodies. It was sandwiched like an enormous sausage threatening to split its skin because of the enveloping heat. Their tongues began sucking and duelling in salivating fury and their hearts pounded out a twin-hammered beat that continued to unmercifully build. Jerry was determined to taste this pussy before dipping his wick into it.
"Aaaaaaannn nnnnnhhhhh ... Mr. Dona ... "the lovely brown-haired woman gasped softly as his lips released hers while he tugged her by the buttocks so that she straddled him. He bent her knees and cushioned them on his heavy shoulders so she was jacknifed with her salivating pussy directly over his hungering mouth.
Loretta had no idea what he was doing. She had expected him to hurl her onto her back and fuck her. What he was doing, at the present time, seemingly made no sense at all.
Jerry anxiously stared at the delectable pink flesh of her tender vulva, the labia so swollen she looked like a flower that was bursting open its petals, the soaking juices from within now flowing out. Her glistening cuntlips shone in the light coming from the window, and he was anxious to lap up her sweet juices and intensify her inner flow. Leaning his head forward, he sent his tongue questing inside, letting it run over the slipper shiny swell of skin on a long shiny lick.
"Ohhhhhhh ... myyyyy yyyyyy ... Goddd dddddd-uh hhhhhh hhhhhh hhhh!" Loretta gasped softly, arching her pelvis at him in total abject surrender, not at all ready for what she was receiving, yet anxious to feel more of it. The tickle of his moving tongue sent slivers of crystal up and down her spine, some of it white-hot, the rest of it fiercely cold. Nerve-endings felt as if they were shattering into millions of delightful pieces. Her mind had suddenly slipped down between her thighs, sending out messages in flashes of ecstatic rapture. She gasped as she felt the maddening pressure of his tongue intensify as it licked at her entire vaginal mouty, working into the gates of her femininity, making them widen and open to his onslaught.
Jerry continued hungrily licking the sweet, musky feminine fluid as it dripped from between the lips of her softly furred cunt, delectating in the taste of her, as well as glorying in the savory aroma of this beautiful hot and luscious female. Sweet nectar would never have tasted any better, he decided.
The fleshy gateway spread that much wider apart, opening all the more to receive his lingual offering as he continued to hungrily lap the flowing oils continually bathing her inner walls. The lovely brown-haired girl quivered again, moaning against his mouth as if the sound came from her tender pussy rather than her own throat. Jerry felt her coccyx stiffening as her ass-muscles tightened in his grip, the cheeks bouncing in his palm. This encouraged him to increase the pressure of his tongue, making it lash even deeper into the pink folds of her sodden tunnel. This made the lovely woman shudder and moan with an appreciation she was certain she would never have previously felt. He pulled away for a brief moment to stare at the orally moistened gaping, quivering coral cunt, noting how sparse was the hair outlining it. In fact, the hair seemed to be naturally trimmed, a perfect matted ring around the grotto leading to paradise. Then his hands squeezed her buttocks all the more tightly as he leaned forward and kissed the lips of her soft vulva, burying his tongue its full length in the pit of her tasty and sweet womanliness.
"Ahhhhh ... hh hh-hh-aaaaaa nnnnnnnhhhhh ... hhhhhhuuuu uuuunnnnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, jerking her loins up and down, clamping her thighs tightly around his buried face.
The searing poker of his driving tongue seemed to stab far enough into her to touch her vitals, sending wicked flames of flaring desire charging through every muscle in her shuddering body. She bent forward, doubled over his head like an Indian maiden squatting on a marriage stick, her hands gripping his hair, realizing the "stick" was, in reality, a willowly, slender tongue-a tongue that pillaged her interior more thoroughly than the cock of the Reverend Frank. Her fingers tightened all the more in the man's black hair tangling locks of it around the digits as if trying to actually push his face inside her. Yes, yes, that was it! She wanted his face, his entire head buried inside her vaginal maw. She wanted to push him so deeply inside her, her intestines would ingest him.
All this while Jerome Doan held his breath, well aware of his unattended phallus behind the girl jerking uncontrollably around like a puppet being pulled on a string-a string running from his throat that swallowed strongly as he gulped down the hot fluids continually invading his mouth from her seething pussy. His stiffened lingual digit sank as far into her questing feminine tunnel as was humanly possible, swirling about and touching all her tasty vaginal walls, aware of the smoothness of her membrances coveirng inner ridges of flexed musce. The hot cunt was closing around the tongue, sucking on it as if the pussy was indeed a mouth, pulling on the invading member again and again.
Then he tugged the tongue out and began ravishing her pulsating little clitoris, making it stand out more erectly than ever before. Swirling his oral organ circularly, he flattened it against the penis-like female organ of pleasure and began rubbing it abrasively up and down, licking it as if it were a little piece of hard candy lodged in the center of soft, tasty pudding. This drove Loretta wild with delight, and her hands tigged on his head, doing their best to bury his head all the more deeply in the simmering depths of her shuddering vagina.
Hhhhhvuuuitmnnhhhh ... uuunnnngggghhhh ... Goddddddduuhhhh!" she gasped out, her lithe form madly swaying and wildly jerking in uncontrolled contortions. Her fingers all but tugged strands of rich black hair from his head as she continued convulsively spasming, consistently on the verge of orgasm, but not quite there. Her hands opened and closed again and again, gripping his head.
Christ! As far as Jerry was concerned, this was the most naturally hot woman he had ever known. He began sucking her interior all the more powerfully, making her flowing juices flood out that much more copiously, letting it run down over his nose and mouth and chin. His saliva was mixed with it now, and Loretta felt the wetness seeping into the crack between her asscheeks.
The lovely brunette felt stronger and stronger waves of sensation wash through her, and she realized this man had gone much farther than Reverend Frank. Frank had eventually made her feel her orgasm, but in such a way that her mind was still coherent and aware of all that was happening, and afterward, she was still able to hate him and all other men. But this man had reduced her to an unreasoning animal, making her jerk to the rhythm of his licentious oral strokings, and at the moment there was no thought in her head other than to get closer and closer to the source of all her incredible and exquisite pleasure. She was as instinctive at this point as a salmon swimming upstream against all reason and sense, propelled by dark forces within her-forces that answered to no authority other than the feelings of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
It never occurred to her to protest when the man actually probed with a forefinger into her anal opening. The tiny rectal pucker surrounded the tip of the digit, welcoming it in. She was allowing him to do with her as he pleased, and it pleased him to stab said finger into the tightly virginal little orifice, for until now her asshole had indeed been virginal. He pushed and pushed until he had the entire first digit of his finger inside her. Her anal walls convulsed around the finger, making her realize there was some small hurt, though it didn't begin to compare with the greater agony Frank had caused her eight years earlier.
Her cunt slammed down on his face as her rear convulsed in an attempt to escape the suddenly probing finger. Her pelvis jerked forward repeatedly, but he held her in place, his finger continually stabbing, sinking farther into her rear tunnel. Then her sphincter, which had been trying to resist him, suddenly reversed its action, sucking him inside her asshole. At the same time her cunt snapped closed around his probing oral digit. She was thrillingly invaded in two orifices at once-both holes filled with parts of this powerful man who had reduced her to a helpless mass of whimpering flesh. He was fucking her in two places at once, and he had yet to use his penis on her. God! What a deliciously depraved thing he was doing to her! God! Fucking her rear-end with his finger! Ramming his tongue into the depths of her vagina!
"Hhhhh aaaa uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh aaaa gggg hhhh!" she wailed, feeling a combination of unnatural pain inside her narrow anal tunnel mixing with the thrilling delight its movement was beginning to cause, added to the wonder of his slickly moving tongue. She was aware of his palm flatly pressing itself against the tiny cheeks of her rounded buttocks as his finger drove all the way inside her anus. All the while his tongue continued scouring her interior, never once letting up, his lips sucking the entire time, pulling on the tiny extended pink nodule of her sensitive clitoris.
"Ghhaanngghh ... gghhaanngghh...." she gasped helplessly, the tears pouring helplessly down her cheeks-tears caused by a combination of pain in her rear-end and the delightfully maddening tongue probing into her cunt-a tongue that brought thrillingly delicious and sensuous sensations through her entire self. Her body was now stretched taut as she wailed out her lust, writhing uncontrollably, desperately seeking some kind of release.
The pain in her rear began lessening as she had been certain it would. After all, when Frank had fucked her cunt the pain there had eventually disappeared. This pain was not nearly as strong, and it was fading a whole lot more quickly. Creeping delight began climbing the shattered nerve-endings in her rear-end. She eased back on his finger, continually riding it, letting the pleasure begin to intensify, and then she began pumping up and down. Her lust-drenched vagina felt more delight each time she moved forward against his tongue, and now she was pumping her asshole up and down on his finger. She was getting closer, now. The tantalizing carrot of total fulfillment was just out of reach, dangling there, waiting for her to somehow grab it.
Jerry was aware or her arching as she writhed and pounded on the length of his finger, her body doing a wonderful lust-maddened dance. She was getting closer, closer.
All the while Jerry's prick was continuing to jerk wildly as if pulled by a string attached to his licking tongue. His testicles felt as if they had been blown up to monstrous proportions, two balloons on the point of breaking. Abruptly he withdrew his probing finger and tugged her cunt away from his mouth. His hands reached up and caught her ribcage just beneath his breasts. Straightening his powerful arms, he lifted her up, off him.
"Oh my God ... don't stop noww...." Loretta gasped. "For the love of God ... don't stop now! Please! Please! Finish!"
He looked at her with a crooked smile on his face. Then he said to her, "before, you didn't want me to touch you. Suppose you tell me just what it is you want right now."
"You!" she gasped. "I want you! I never thought I'd ever want a man, but I want you!"
"First tell me, if I hire you, are you going to do everything and anything I tell you to do?"
"Yesssss...." she hissed. "But finish me!"
"No matter what it entails?"
"Ohhhh ... hhhuuunnnhhh ... yess-ssss ... now do it!"
"What part of me do you want?" he asked, lowering her so that her cuntlips rubbed lightly against the sodden head of his powerful cock. 'Tell me!"
Loretta was awakened to the fact that his penis was still as erect as ever. Not only that, but now that her mind dwelled on it for a moment, she realized how good it probably would feel to have this man's throbbing organ invade her interior-better than Frank, and now that her awakened body reflected on it, Frank's phallus had done one helluva good job.
"That!" she gasped, pointing to the organ beneath her.
"Call it by it's right name, baby!" he insisted. "Penis!"
"No, you know what I want you to call it! You're not that naive. Say it, sweetheart!"
"Cock!" she gasped. "Feed me cock!"
"Good girl!" he smiled, congratulating her, and rewarding her by pulling her lovely face down and kissing it with his cunt juice-smeared mouth.
He half-sat up, bracing his back against the headboard somewhat, spreading her slender legs even wider above his groin. His hands lifted her beneath her arms and he once more slowly lowered her, making certain the tip of his cock was correctly aimed. Little by little she began sinking down oh the upthrust pin of his prick, twisting around his shaft like a jerking valve moving from side to side. Oh Christ! Was she ever tight! Her narrow enclosure encased his cock more firmly than a fishskin condom. For such a tall girl she was really narrow inside. He was well aware of his pulsating organ jerking uncontrollably inside her. God! His bloated prick was immense within her.
Sheee-itttttt!" he pantingly gasped, grinding his teeth uncontrollably. His phallus was throbbing inside her, tugging at the narrow membranes of her helpless flesh as if letting him know there was no room inside her for such breadth as his. He felt the tight-banded pressure of her cunt around his cock throughout his entire body, even to the point where there seemed to be pressure around his forehead. Blood was beating madly inside him, making his veins bulge. Damn! This lovely twenty-six-year old woman was more like some pre-teen virgin, and had she not told him in her drunkenness about Reverend Frank, he would have believed her to be a virgin. He was unable to remember when he had felt a cunt this tight wrapped around his throbbing cock. It was almost too much. He dimly wondered if he was hurting her. That was the last thing he wanted to do since he really had need of her.
His hands slowly moved up the satiny flesh of her ivory sides to her large breasts, both of which shook as his hands closed firmly over them, then she ground her hips in a belly dancer's churn around and around, moaning, "More! Please! More!" and he knew everything was going to be all right.
For the first time in her life Loretta realized she wanted to be fucked. Not only that, but in this position, she was the one in control of movenent. Her rotating belly circled the huge cock again and again as it seemingly cut into her, making her wonder if he was cutting her without her feeling the pain. The tip of his phallus was moving higher and higher, and sooner or later she expected it to slice through her back wall, possibly moving through her organs into her very throat. She felt so filled, even her lungs seemed to be constrained, and tight though her interior was, it was all so wonderful. It was as if everything of importance within her was being pressed aside by the enormous monolith impaling her. She timidly moved her hips again, feeling his cock jerk inside her like a bell clapper. The movement of the organ seemingly reverberated throughout her entire body, making her quake and shudder. She continually shook with the vibration of his powerful entry.
Jerry laughed as he looked at the rapture scrawled across Loretta's face, lifting his hips higher in order to send his flesh dagger even deeper into her narrow interior.
"Never thought I'd like it!" she gasped. "Oh God! Never ... never thought I'd love this again! Always was certain I'd hate any man who tried ... uuunnn-hhli ... ohhhhhh..:. wwwauauuuggghhhh ... Godd-ddduhhhhhhh ... it's so good ... so good ... I never realized how good something like this can feel with someone I like...."
"Something like this is good with just about any man," he grunted. "You just have to open your mind to it. That's what I want you to do, honey. Open your mind and accept fucking as something very natural. Don't frown on it because you don't like the man."
"I don't know what to think anymore," she admitted, almost laughing as she fell forward on his broad, almost hairless chest.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close and slamming upward with his thighs, charging his probing penis even higher into the narrow tunnel of her tightly constricting little pussy. His mouth greedily kissed hers, and then he began rotating his hips in a grinding motion that set her flaming vagina on fire with the blistering sensations of molten steel.
"God!" he gasped, shuddering. "Oh God! Honey! You are something else. You are going to be the most terrific adjuster we're ever going to have."
Spasming scintillations of turmoil were shooting from his throbbing cock, emanating from his pores, and he felt the great tonnage of sperm, dammed up inside him, all set to come steam-rolling out of him with an explosive force that would send rockets of lava from him.
Loretta sat straight up, and his hands reached up and gripped her large twin breasts as she began pounding his pole as if it were a carousel on which she was riding. Up and down, up and down, her body automatically grinding around and around, up and down. His breath was rasping from his nose in steaming gusts. Bucking like an uncontrolled stallion, the man heaved her up with a mighty thrust, sensing the way her vaginal walls clenched his cock that much more solidly as she slammed her body down, once again shish-kebabing herself on his massive blood-bloated phallus.
Loretta no longer had a sense of time, place, or direction. All she knew was, she was about to reach a pinnacle higher than the one she had known when Frank had fucked her. A great tide pounded closer and closer, rising ever higher inside her womanly body. The man was grunting and groaning, making all kinds of unintelligible sounds and his strong hands were clutching her that much more tightly. He held her just tightly enough to prevent bruises from appearing, later. Every stab of his gigantic phallus brought her a bit closer to the paradise she was seeking. It seemingly cut into her vitals with a rapturous thrill the like of which seemed incredible. Her senses had totally left her stranded on the lonesome shore of complete sensation where nothing mattered but the thundering rage of the rod she rode to heaven.
"AAAA HHHH HHHHH ... HHHH UUUU NNNN HHHH!" she gasped out loud, her fingernails digging into the steel muscles of his solid arms. She was aware of the mountains of muscle standing up in the hard hills and hollows.
"Come ... on ... babyyyyyy ... come ... on ... you can ... ummm ... do it ... you can do ittttttt...." he panted, begging her to join him in his fevered quest for paradise. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. The tightness of her cunt was too much for him, and any moment now he was going to blow sky-high. He would shoot straight up to heaven. "Goddamn!" he gasped.
He'd known more women in his forty-odd years than most men. Christ! He'd been fucking since he was eighteen, but once he had started he hadn't stopped. There always seemed to be a new pussy waiting at the end of each day, but he had to admit none of them had affected him as strongly as this luscious cunt tantalized him now. This long, lanky, full-breasted woman was driving him wild. What a waste that her cunt had been barely used until now. Well he was going to make good use of it, really good use of it. He would use it to keep these bastards from ripping off the insurance company from now on.
The lovely lady's head was rolling from side to side, her long fingernails now firmly digging into the man's forearms in stripes that would leave him clawed, making him look as if a wildcat had mauled him. It was the beginning! She inwardly felt the delightfully exquisite, unexplainable and incredible never-to-be-forgotten climax building higher and higher.
"Come on babyyyyy ... come on ... come on ... come on ... come on ... nowwwwwwwww...." the man urged, his rock-solid hips lifting so high off the bed she was lifted on his raging penis, his strong hands clenching her hips like claw hammers. She was aware of the teeming, burning spurt of his initial blast flooding her womb as he bellowed out his own orgasm, triggering hers.
"NOWWWW WWWW ... COMMME ... WITH MEEE EEEE ... YYYY AAAA RRRR GGGG HHHH HHHH ... AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH ... GGG HHHH AAAA GGGG HHHH UUUU GGGG HHHH!" he bellowed as he bucked, bounced and strained beneath her.
"HHHHAAAA IIIIYYYY EEEEAAAA GGGG-HHHHAAAANNNN GGGG HHHH ... AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH ... GGGG HHHH AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH UUU NNNN GGGG HHHH!" she shrieked, feeling thrill after thrill vibrate through her quivering body, continually pounding up and down on his spired cock like some helpless victim. The fiery shots began spraying through her as her body erupted from the pit of her vagina and showered outward to make even her fingernails quiver.
God it was so good! She would never have believed anything would feel that good.
It ended all too soon, his penis going limp inside her as she tried pounding her body against his.
CHAPTER FOUR
Loretta was stunned. She still wasn't certain she was hearing Jerry Doan correctly. The two of them were now dressed, sitting in the sitting room of the motel suite on the plus sofa where the seduction had almost taken place to begin with.
"It's simple," Jerry told her. "You'll have the title of Special Adjuster, and you'll work from this room, or I should say, this suite. There are people who are consistently claiming all kinds of physical injury. Many of thse injuries are muscular, and they can't be seen on X-rays. Doctors examine the people, find no visible swelling, yet the people scream when touched in a certain spot. In order avoid costly court procedures, procedures where more than half the cases cause us to pay, we need some visible proof that there is nothing physically wrong with these people. Normally, to get such proof, would require someone with a camera to follow each one of these claimants around, sometimes for weeks on end, also costing this company a pretty penny."
"But what you're proposing is monstrous," Loretta gasped.
"Nonsense," Jerry laughed. "Most of the claimants today are men, sexually active men, men who walk with neck braces, back braces, and all different kinds of foundation supports to aid their claims. All we need is video tapes of them in action, in bed. In this case, with you. You'll bring them here to discuss their injuries, supposedly preparatory to making a settlement. You'll be using the finest perfumes, wearing alluring clothing, smiling seductively, never making a direct offer, waiting for the man to make the first move. If he's a man, and there's nothing wrong with him, he'll make that move, and when he's videotaped fucking you, we'll have all the evidence we'll need to prove fraud. Not only will it save us hundreds of thousands of dollars a year in payouts, but we'll be able to drop the man from being insured by us."
"I won't do it," Loretta insisted. "I'm not some kind of whore."
"All women are basically whores at heart," he told Loretta. "Look at it this way. To begin with, you enjoyed what we did this afternoon, right?"
"That has nothing to do with it," Loretta insisted. "I was half-drunk and very susceptible. I didn't come on to you. You came on to me. This is contemptible."
"Let's stop kidding ourselves, baby. You loved my cock. What's more, you behave and do as you're told, and you'll periodically be getting more and more of the old pecker. Now you have to admit that's incentive enough, all by itself. But on top of that, we'll pay you three-hundred-and-fifty dollars a week, and fifty dollars for every man you prove to be a fraud."
"No!" Loretta snapped. "I won't do it!"
"You'll do it," Jerry said, smiling. "Come here!"
He got to his feet and led her to a small room she had been unaware of ,earlier. It looked like a tiny dressing room seemingly next to the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. But where there ought to have been a door there was a mirrored wall. Because it was dark in the small room and light in the bedroom, she saw it was a two-way mirror, and anyone in this room was able to see what went on in the bedroom. "Anyone," in this case, referred to a videotape camera that had started recording the moment the bedroom door had been opened. It was still recording.
Jerry removed the small cassette from the camera and put it on a playback machine he had in the same room. He quickly re-wound the tape, and what followed was a re-play of what had taken place between Loretta and Jerry Doan.
Loretta stared, aghast, unable to believe what she was seeing.
"You give me that tape this instant," she insisted.
"Don't be riduclous," Jerry laughed. "That tape will insure that you'll work for us. It will also prevent your getting a job elsewhere, and certainly not with any other insurance company. From now on, you work for Reveler's Insurance. You're our Special Adjuster, which means you fuck on cue. There'll be many weeks when you won't have a single potential client. But there'll be other weeks when you'll be handling two-or-more men in a day."
"Why?" Loretta asked. "Why me? I thought you liked me."
"I do like you," he assured her. "I think you're the best hump I've ever known. What's more, if I go on fucking you, in time, I might even fall in love with you, even with your screwing all these other men. When I move up in the company, I'll take you with me. But the thing is, I need your special pussy to move up and become an executive. When that happens, I might just marry you and make you a junior executive. We'll be a husband-and-wife team."
"You're just saying that now to get me to agree," Loretta gasped.
"I'm making no promises," Jerry admitted. "But then, no matter what happens, you'll have a good job here at Reveler's. What's more, you'll be trained to do field adjusting, as well. During slow periods, we'll even let you go out on adjustments."
"I don't want tp do this," Loretta insisted. "I'd rather look for work in some other field."
"No way, baby," Jerry smiled. 'The minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you would be perfect for what we needed. You have a terrific snapping pussy that'll make any man all but throw his back out. This is what we need, to make them move those asses of theirs and prove there's nothing wrong with them."
"I feel so ashamed," she said, shaking her head.
"Don't be a fool," Jerry told her. "Every woman uses her cunt to get ahead nowadays. How do you think the bit movie stars started out? All the big women executives had to begin flat on their backs in a bed. You're doing the same thing as they. Don't feel so bad about it. Like I said, in the long run you just might end up marrying me and the two of us'll run Reveler's together."
"Don't make promises you have no intention of keeping," Loretta snapped, feeling totally crushed.
"I'm telling the truth, honey. I'm not the kind of a guy who falls easy, but I fell for you. The fact that I'm using your pussy to advance myself won't turn me off you one bit. But you believe what you want to believe. In any case, you're hired whether you like it or not, and this is your office from nine-to-five unless you're given a field assignment."
Loretta sighed, hanging her head. She knew she was beaten. Yes, she would do as he said, become a slave to the insurance company, for now. But if she did get a chance for freedom, she'd grab it.
CHAPTER FIVE
She ought to have slept poorly that night, but Loretta was so physically drained from her experience with Jerry Doan, she slept like the proverbial log. The following morning, as Jerry had instructed, she went directly to the motel. He had given her a key, and when she entered the suite, she found it had been made up and cleaned, though the bed sheets, which had been changed, were pulled down, letting her know she was to expect one of the frauds-at the very least one, possibly more.
Going to the little room with the videotape camera, she noted a fresh cassette had been put into it. Jerry had made certain to take the other one with him when he left. Not that it mattered. Each new cassette would be just as incriminating for her as it would be for the insurance client. There was an eight-hour cassette of tape in the machine, and it had started running the moment she had opened the bedroom door. When she shut the bedroom door, it continued running. This way, she would be unable to stop the videotape camera from running once it started. What was more, she had the feeling there was another hidden room in the suite-one she didn't know about-and it was photographing all that took place in the sitting room, just in case she didn't go into the bedroom.
Sighing, she shrugged and changed into the sexy dress that had been purchased for her by someone who obviously knew her size. It was a slinky, low-cut violet dress that fitted her as if she had been poured into it. The bodice was cut low enough to expose the tops of her full, white breasts, and it had a built-in bra, and so didn't need undercothing. In fact, an accompanying note instructed her to wear no underclothing whatsoever. What was more, there was a box of pills on the nearby table, as well. These were known as After-Pills. If she took one anytime within seventy-two hours of having had intercourse it would prevent her from becoming pregnant. Jerry seemed to have thought of everything.
Sighing, Loretta went to the sitting room and sat down in front of the TV set. When she turned it on, she was surprised to see it was attached to yet another videotape machine, this one giving her her initial lessons in insurance adjustment. This was ludicrous since she had studied this subject in college not too long ago. Yet she sat and watched, refreshing her memory, learning a few new things.
Loretta was inwardly seething. She hated Jerry Doan for what he had done to her-making a virtual slave and whore of her, yet she had no choice. By the same token her body was remembering the good time it had enjoyed with Doan the previous day, and instead of having sex, Loretta realized she now all but craved it. It was still the idea of performing with men she didn't like that bothered her. Nevertheless, she would do so because she had no choice. But one day, one day she would get even with Jerry Doan, just as she was working here to eventually revenge herself on the entire male population.
Loretta wondered why there wasn't one decent male in the whole world whom with she might fall in love, and who might fall in love with her.
Her ruminations were abruptly terminated when she heard a knock at the door. It was time to go to work.
CHAPTER SIX
Opening the door, Loretta found herself facing a giant of a man, big in every way. He had to be at least six-feet-four inches in height, and he weighed in at close to two-hundred and sixty.
"Ma'm," he said, his drawl letting her know he was originally from one of the southern states. "Ah'm J.C. Warren, and ah was told ah had to see you 'bout mah claim fer when ah was in an auto accident. Mah own company covers me fer No-Fault, but ah've had this here strain what's caused me a lotta pain in mah lumbar region. Ah was told you'd look it over good so's you can make sure, and then yer company would make me a settlement. As it is, ah'm suin' fer fifty-grand, since this here pain prevents me from goin' about and doin' mah duties."
He was looking at her as a wolf would look at a lamb. The man's tongue leaped out more than once to catch saliva dribbling from his mouth as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him.
"Just what do you do for a living?" Loretta asked.
"Ah'm head of security for a big department store," he replied. "Ah work with the cashier. Thass why ah carry a gun," he said, and he suddenly produced what had to be the biggest handgun Loretta had ever seen outside of the movies. In fact, it looked exactly the same as the one carried by Clint Eastwood in Magnum Force.
"Well you don't need that here," Loretta said, trying to push the barrel aside.
"Ah'm not so sure," the man told her. "Y'see, this here is a sort of convincer. It's to convince you t'turn in a favorable report. It's a .44 Magnum, and if ah squeeze the trigger, it'll blow that purty head of yours clean off. Now what's a lovely li'l thing like you doin' workin' fer this bastard insurance company?"
"Just trying to make a living," Loretta gasped, shuddering, terrified beyond belief as he waved the gun at her.
"So yer the examiner, huh? Well," he said, unbuttoning his denim shirt, "suppose you get to examinin'."
"Wh-where did you say you have the pain?" Loretta asked.
"In mah lower back," the man replied. "So iff n you don't mind honey, it might be a good idea if y'all loosen mah belt, huh."
Loretta's untrained hand went to work on the buckle of the man's belt, tugging stubborn leather against cold metal. She had to kneel to see the buckle more clearly, and when she looked up to ask the man just how the buckle worked, she almost passed out then and there. She found herself staring directly into the large black opening of the gun barrel. At this point she felt ready to simply melt into the floor, and she began shaking. She had heard about women forced to do things at the point of a gun, but never in her life had she dreamed something like this would happen to her.
Her eyes caught the lead tips of the magnum cartridges, each one cut into like a dum-dum as they winked at her from inside the pistol's metal cylinder.
Thus man's crazy! she thought. He's out of his mind!
She shut her eyes to keep from looking at the terrifying sight, expecting at any moment to feel the shattering blast that might spit from the barrel and splatter her brains all over the apartment. At least it would be recorded on film, but that would be of no consolation to her.
"Like it, honey?" he asked, all but convulsed with laughter at the idea of her terror. "With a gun lahk this, ah can hit me a hold-up man alia way across the store, even inna dark. Ain't no man alive can outrun it. So don't you go gettin' no ideas about tryin' t'get outta here. I got me a feelin' we're both gonna do us some examinin'. Yes ma'am, we're both of us gonna do a lot-ta examinin'. You're gonna check me out, and ah'm gonna check you out."
Her hands were shaking violently as they continued their work, shuddering all over as she felt the cold metal muzzle of the massive revolver continually rubbing her cheeks and then her throat ever-so-gently. More and more terrified shivers went charging through her frightened body. She finally unbuckled the heavy belt and sat back on her heels, too frightened to move for the moment.
The man looked at bit like the brother of the present U.S. president, and with that drawl of his he sounded like him, as well. When he nudged her with his gun, she hurriedly went to work on his pants. For a while the zipper seemed stuck, and she found it difficult to tug the fly open. His cock was already hard and swollen, and she was able to tell that it looked, through the pants, to be almost as thick as the barrel of his magnum pistol. Her palm accidentally pressed against it, a heatedly rigid club of potency radiating heat from within his pants, and she knew now that Jerry Doan had been right in his estimation of men. They came here with monetary greed on their mind, but seeing her seductively dressed this way aroused their gonads to the point where they forgot that monetary greed just long enough to betray themselves.
The huge heavy penis coupled with the thick length of cold metal that was the pistol barrel now more than terrified Loretta. For some unexplainable reason it also excited her, building a strange mixture of fear and complete anticipation. For some unknown reason she found herself looking at the pistol barrel almost as if it were a vital, symbolic thing related to the sexual nature of herself and just about every woman. It was as if fear and lust were blending together so that she was unable to distinguish one from the other. She was being aroused as well as terrified, and she realized she was mixed-up, no longer able to think straight. Did she want to be fucked, or did she want this man to go away and leave her alone?
The beautiful Loretta shudderred on the brink of total panic, and at the same time she knew she was also on the edge of complete submission. The realization that there was little, if any, difference between them, frightened her that much more. She continued struggling and fumbling with the pants zipper and finally managed to pull it all the way down.
When his pants fell, she tugged his undershorts down as well, and the mighty muscle of masculine flesh all but hit her in the face as it suddenly sprang out and pointed at her, as if accusing her of its condition. For the first time since becoming involved with any man she discovered herself staring closely at the massive length and breadth of the cock. It was longer and thicker than Reverend Frank's, but not nearly as large as Jerry Doan's. She studied it carefully, noting it wasn't merely a fleshy rod with a capped head on it. It had form and shape to it, with veins winding through it. The base of the cock was thicker than the rest, and its bole was made of soft flesh. In this case the flesh partially covered the head since this man was not circumcised. The great, flaring head was almost a brilliant red, and that head was made of the most incredibly rubbery, taut skin she had ever touched.
No wonder her maidenhead hadn't stood a chance when Reverend Frank had pulverized her. The penile head was built like a battering ram, a ram designed for the express purpose of penetrating and destroying her virginity, and then massaging the softness of her membraneous walls.
Then there was that gun. It, too, was a shatterer, but not of maidenheads. It was a shatterer of life, piercing flesh and bone and parts of the human body that were not meant to be punctured.
She inhaled, and automatically smelled the rich masculine scent coming from between his thighs. She ought to have been repulsed by it, but she found it exciting, arousing.
"Like it?" he asked, waving the gun at her.
"Ohhhhh ... uhhhh ... yesss...." she nodded. "Were you hurt here, as well?"
"Le's just say it needs a li'l tender lovin' care, too, honey," he smiled. "What's more, thass just what you're gonna give it."
With a huge meaty paw the man cupped the back of her brown head and drew her lovely face toward him, forcing her lips toward the massive dome of his throbbing cock. She saw the little slit in it spreading open like a deep, black, almost round toothless mouth as it rose to its full extension. His fingers tightly dug through her hair into her scalp as he gripped the back of her head all the more firmly. Her eyes were slitted, barely able to remain open, and she felt pain in the roots of her hair. She struggled against his hand but it was no use. He pulled her closer and closer until her mouth pressed firmly against the coarse tip of his battering ram.
"Use that sweet tongue and lick it, honey!" the security man ordered harshly.
Loretta had never done anything like this before in her life. It would never have occurred to her to do something like this, and now that the man was suggesting it, she felt inwardly disgusted. But the cold touch of the gun barrel reminded her this man was just crazy enough to to something to hurt, if not kill, her should she not obey him.
Quivering, she let her tongue peep through her lips and touch the salty tip of his red-headed penis. She licked lightly and snapped her tongue back in.
"You gotta do better'n that," he told her. "You gotta open yer mouth and take mah cock alia way in, honey."
Clenching her eyes tightly shut, the beautiful Loretta sobbed in her throat. This was disgusting, yet she had no choice. What prompted her to move even more quickly was the sound of the metallic click of the gun, reminding her he was the kind of man just crazy enough to pull the trigger. The reminder of that huge metallic opening, staring at her sightlessly, so-to-speak, sent another freezing chill of flashing terror slashing through her terrified mind. Compared to the magnum, the sight of the man's phallus, staring at her much the same way, seemed very tame.
Eyes still tightly clenched together, she allowed her lips to finally open very slowly, gingerly, and choking, let them slide around the flaming crown that was this man's gigantic penis head. It was a totally different sensation from what she had expected, and instead of wanting to throw up, she discovered her taste buds actually salivating, enjoying the meaty flavor. It wasn't nearly as horrifying as she had expected. In fact, the more her lips compressed around the penile barrel, the more pleasant this seemed. The long, thick, hot smooth muscle seemed to fit inside her tongue and palate very nicely.
She felt the man draw his penis back just a little, and then he slid it in again, this time going deeper, letting the head tickle the back of her throat. She found her cheeks contracting as she automatically sucked and her tongue pressed against the undercarriage of the throbbing organ, forcing the top of it against the roof of her mouth. She was well aware of the coronal ridge running around it now that her lips had pushed the skin flap back.
Again the penis slid out, the edges of her teeth scraping ever-so-gently around it, then it slid in again. The man was panting very hoarsely as he continued pushing and pulling the length and thickness of his mighty rod in and out of her mouth. He didn't try to shove it down her throat yet, for which Loretta was grateful. Not that she didn't want to someday take the full length of a cock into her mouth, but something this thick might conceivably strangle her. As it was, the organ seemed to continue thickening and lengthening until the head was indeed trying to force itself intop her gullet. The lovely woman felt herself gagging and choking on the stave of living, pulsating meat. The continually thrusting, grinding tip of the organ tickled her throat until she gagged and choked, and now the security man was relentlessly starting to push harder and deeper. J.C. looked down at the long, dark head of hair pressed firmly into his somewhat paunchy stomach, and he gripped her head tightly and suddenly shoved, and the last few inches of cock shoved into her mouth as the penile head crammed itself into her gullet. Her throat strained to contain it, and Loretta felt herself on the verge of passing out. This was both wonderful and terrible at the same time and she had no idea how to save herself.
Abruptly the man pulled his cock back, just as she was on the very edge of totally passing out. He began kneeling, pushing her onto her back on the carpeting in the sitting room. His weight followed her all the way down until she was lying flat and he was kneeling with his knees on either side of her head. Then he pulled the cock from her mouth, saying, "Ah'd love to come in thet there mouth of yours, but then it'd be all over. No, honey, we're're gonna do something else."
Thinking the man intended to simply fuck her, Loretta spread her slender thighs wide apart. Reaching down, she tucked his penis into the wet opening of her vagina under her dress but he stopped her.
"Like I said, lady, we're gonna do somethin' different. Afterward, you're gonna give me a clean bill of pain so's I can collect from your insurance companly."
"You're insane if you think I'm going to clear you with the insurance company," Loretta gasped.
"Honey, ah thought you'd learned your mouth was good fer only one thing. Seems I cain't fuck you, after all. Ah was figgerin' on fuckin' you and fingerin' your ass all at once, but that would give you too much pleasure. So now we'll just finish up the way we started, without givin' you no pleasure."
He knelt again, pinched her nostrils, and when she opened her mouth, he rammed his cock down her throat. She swallowed the length of flesh tube with more ease now, and was aware of the shuddering in the man's thighs. His orgasm was nearby, and she knew he was going to shoot down her throat, making her swallow his seed.
The thought of drinking a man's semen was almost more than the lovely brunette was able to withstand. It overpowered the more pleasant, meaty taste of his penis and she wasn't sucking quite as lustily as before. The man's weighty testicles were now swinging loosely in their container of wrinkled flesh, beating rhythmically against the underside of her chin until her mouth once again proceeded to strongly suck. He shoved his cock all the way down and yelled, "Yhar it comes, baby! YAAAA AGGGGG HHHH ... GGGG GGGGHHHHHH AAAAANNNNNNG GGGGGG-HHHHAA ... RRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHAAA-UUUUWW WWWWAAAA NNNNNNNGGGGH-HHHAAGGHHH!"
He fired into her mouth with the power of his magnum, his cock unleashing torrent after torrent of heavy fluid. The penis exploded long and loud, and Loretta swallowed.
Once again Loretta was pleasantly surprised. What she had expected to be an unpleasant taste turned out to be a very pleasant taste, and she hungrily swallowed the seminal flow, ingesting all the protein. The man gasped and grunted as he continued unleashing his pent-up seed down her gullet. Little by little the huge, rigid pole of flesh began relaxing inside her mouth. Soon it hung limpy, held there solely by the grip of her soft lips.
J.C. pulled it out again, and when fresh air hit her gullet, Loretta felt dizzy and a little ill that she had condescended to do something like this. The thought that she had so easily accepted fellatio made her want to wretch. But she knew her doing so might trigger some sadistic instinct in this crazy man, and he might do something even more terrible.
The man was sitting back between her thighs, pushing her dress up again so he was able to see she wore no undies. She noticed, feeling very uncomfortable, the man still held the huge revolver in his hand, letting it dangle lazily by the trigger guard.
"Are you finished?" she asked.
"Ah been thinkin', " he told her. "Ah've been actin' kinda selfish, after all. Ah mean, really, ah oughtta do somethin' to make you come, since you was good enough to swallow my jiss."
Loretta stared at the man. She wondered just what was going on in his crazy mind.
J.C. whirled his pistol around his forefinger expertly, grinning at her with a wide-split face. "Ah'm gonna give you the fuck of a lifetime, honey," he said still smiling. "My li'l ol' gun here, well it's a virgin. Ah think it's time he knew what it was like to lose thet there virginity, so ah'm gonna let mah gun fuck you. Now you jest lay bad: and relax, lady."
"You're crazy!" she screamed.
"Ah don' like for no one to say things like thet, honey. Now lie back and stretch them there thighs."
Terrified, Loretta obeyed as the man grabbed his gun by its grip, sliding his trigger finger into place with a loving, caressingly smooth motion. He waved the muzzle of the gun very laconically, lazily, letting the hammer slide back with his thumb, then letting it ease forward again until the beautiful Loretta thought she would shriek with the horrifying suspense. She didn't know whether or not he actually intended firing the gun once he shoved it into her, and at one point would have welcomed the roaring blast as a relief from all this tense waiting.
The heavily stomached man leaned forward, pushing the long barrel of his pistol ahead of him as he lowered its sights until the metal muzzle was tickling the light, sparse pubic hairs surrounding her tan-taliziging pussy. She was up on her elbows, watching in horror as he shoved her dress higher so she was able to get a better view and then he cocked the hammer and began to slide the cylinder of steel into her. Her vaginal muscles felt the rasping edge of the front sight as it scraped her upper wall, touching her pussy roof with an iciness that made her shudder. Little by little the spring-steel tenseness of the unyielding metal slid deeper and deeper toward her cervix. J.C. began wiggling the gun barrel a little, grinning as his thumb remained resting on the hammer. He took his finger off the trigger and tugged the hammer back, then applied pressure to the trigger and allowed hs thumb to ease the hammer forward. Once again he tugged the hammer back until it clicked into its cocked position. The front sight kept digging into her upper vaginal flesh, and fear so permeated her helpless body, Loretta was certain she would faint. Yet the movement of the pistol made her vaginal fluids well up within her, flooding around the hard steel barrel of the magnum as it continued to evilly taunt and tantalize her obscenely, a death instrument posing as the fountain of life. If this "penis" ejaculated, it wasn't the beginning of another life, but the end of her own.
"Come on, honey, admit it," J.C. taunted. "This feels good, don't it? Mah gun, it has one helluva lot more stayin' power than other cocks, right?" the man all but giggled, enjoying the perfect blanched complexion of the helpless woman. He loved seeing the whiteness of her eyes as she stared with a mixture of panic and horrified dread.
Loretta wanted to shriek, to scream, to beg, to plead with the man, to do anything he wanted to either make him remove the gun or pull the trigger and end her misery. This was becoming much too much for her. Still, it was her instinct for survival that finally took control of her. She forced herself to smile at the horrible bulky man, a desperate smile, humoring him as he shoved the gun as far in as the barrel would allow. She prayed fervently that the man had enough self-control to keep the gun from accidentally going off, knowing by now that if he really meant to kill her, he would do so no matter how much she begged. If he did fire, it would all be over in an instant. She probably would never really know what happened to her.
The continuing presence of the metal barrel within her, now warmed by the pressuring walls of her sopping cunt, was having a maddening effect despite the desperate terror which seemingly overshadowed all else. The movement of the barrel did indeed remind her of the way Reverend Frank had fucked her, and as time passed she found her hips rising automatically, almost coaxingly against the pressure of the gun. The man's eyes widened in surprise, and with a wide grin he began thrusting the magnum even more deeply as Loretta found herself undulating around it.
The helpless, lovely brown-haired woman surrendered herself totally to the obscene passion she was starting to feel, burying the thought of the instant death that would spurt forth from the gun at any moment. J.C. slid the barrel of the pistol part of the way out of her, then once again thrust it in again, guffawing loudjy at the thought that he would really have to give that gun a cleaning a little later on. Lowering the hammer, he nervously slipped his finger out of the trigger guard, watching the way the lovely woman was madly thrashing and bouncing up and down, her buttocks slamming uncontrollably against the floor.
Her thighs clamped tightly around his hand as if trying to force the gun even more deeply into her.
For the moment Loretta had lost her fear, no longer thinking it was a gun sending such Shockwaves of utter pleasure cascading madly through her helpless body. She cared about nothing at this point other than total desire. Thoughts of how horribly this man was using her were no longer in her mind, nor did he think about the terrible way she was being abused by Jerry Doan. All she knew about was the swelling passion building in the depths of her quivering belly, growing ever larger, growing until the sensation made her think her cunt was capable of encompassing every penis in the world and still not be contented. The steel penis rubbed and scraped the sides of her vagina. Her mind willed it to grow larger, not realizing, bound as she was in her passion, that it was impossible.
Loretta continued moaning and writhing, pressing her thighs all the more tightly around the man's hand, digging her sandaled heels into the carpet beneath her. J.C. noted with some surprise that the lovely woman was gripping her own breasts, kneading them through her dress, her fingernails digging into the material, leaving little cuts in the polyester. With one hand she reached down, tugged up her dress and began rubbing the flat of her stomach as the other continued its rough treatment of her breasts. Then the hand on her belly slid down to her clenched thighs and with her forefinger she began fondling her clitoris above the gun barrel. Loretta was now babbling, her mind out-of-control for the moment, muttering, "Yessss ... aaaannnnnhhhh ... that's good ... really good...." as if speaking to the gun rather than to J.C. himself.
Her climax was slow but certain as it approached, and the man watched with mounting fear as the lovely woman's beautiful face seemingly melted into the uncontrolled expression of complete bitch-heat, willing the orgasm to take place with all her being, relishing the pain and pleasure caused by the solid steel shaft inside her, capped as it was by that steel front sicht which rose like a shark's fin and scratched and all but cut into her, causing unbearable sensations of total ecstasy.
She was now on the verge of climax, and her wildly thrashing body sent a bolt of fear through the security man. Her belly was driving solidly against the cold steel, and her cunt was leaking, the fluid saturating the man's hand around the gun handle. She shuddered back and forth, and each time she pushed forward, she slammed her crotch so solidly against the gun, the man's thdmb unwittingly touched her clitoris, and this caused her fulfillment to heighten even more. She trilled out her delightful happiness with maddening abandon, a wild, rutting alleycat enjoying everything now.
Then she collapsed, panting, totally wrung out, as if two great hands had gripped her body and had squeezed in opposite directions. She was shaken, and every bone rattled in her quaking body. It took a long time for her to settle back to the floor, and when she did, she realized J.C. was hurriedly dressing.
"Now you remember," he said, waving the gun at her. "You tell your folks ah'm in pain, y'all hear." Then he ran out, more frightened now than she had been been, initially.
The man had not only proved himself to be in perfect health, but he had committed a felony. Not only wouldn't the insurance company have to pay off, but the man would end up in prison for a long time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She was hot, sweaty and tired. Without taking a bath or a shower, merely taking the time to clean out her vagina, Loretta had taken on three men that day, all of whom had proved they were lying, claiming back pains and agonies. Just what there was about her that aroused the animal in these men she didn't know, but she did know she hadn't had to try seducing a one of them. Each time, they had been the ones to make the moves, and seeing how easy it was to take advantage of her, they had done just that.
At the end of the day, Jerry Doan came by to collect the tapes, and at the same time he offered to drive her home.
"I'd like to take a shower first, to get the grime off me," she told him.
Right now she was wearing a T-shirt and slacks, not looking the least bit seductive, or at least not trying to. She had brought everything with her in a small overnight bag, and she ached to get back to her apartment where she would be able to shower and feel some semblance of cleanliness again.
Jerry, who had quickly run through the tapes, told her she would receive a bonus for the mistreatment she'd received at the hands of the security man in addition to the extra hundred-and-fifty dollars she would get for having taken on the three men. This was in addition to her weekly salary of three-hundred-and-fifty dollars.
"Let me drop you off and you can shower then," Jerry told her. "Come on, honey. I'm in a hurry."
She was sure of that. He was in a hurry to go and lay some other woman now that he had abused her and then made use of her.
She had come to the motel by bus, so she went with Jerry to his car. She was surprised when he didn't ask directions, and even more surprised when he drove in the direction opposite where she lived. When she protested, he smiled and said, "Come on, I just want to show you my home."
It was located in Forest City Park, a small home from the outside, but inside it was the most opulent place she had ever seen. She walked through French-doored living rooms and dining rooms, airy kitchens, noting he had thermal-insulated glass in all his windows.
"I thought you were in a hurry," she said, turning to face him at the entrance to his bedroom.
"I was," he nodded, "to get you here."
"Why?" she asked, as he entered the bedroom and turned on the four channel stereo system.
She was afraid to walk into the bedroom. It had white carpeting, blue velvet chairs, a matching bespread that lay at the foot of a white-sheeted bed, and blue curtains, as well as strong masculine-looking furniture.
"Can't you guess?" he asked, walking over to her, grabbing her, and all but dragging her into the room.
"Please ... Jerry ... I've been through enough of this today...."
"Stop kidding, Loretta," he laughed. "Maybe with the others, but not with me. With me it isn't an ordeal, it's fun."
He roughtly tugged her against his chest and caught her tasty lips with his. In spite of the going-over she had received during the day, her hair still managed to smell sweet, as did her neck and throat. He was glad none of the men had roughed her up. He would have hated to see her with bruises. He felt his whole gut lurch as he kissed her firmly on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips-lips he had already seen sucking another man's cock. It ought to have turned him off, but it didn't. He was all the more stimulated by it.
"No ... you stop it...." she gasped, tearing herself from the man's strong arms, standing back, panting a little, looking wildly at him, her large, ripe, unfettered breasts heaving under the thin, cotton T-shirt. "I'm very tired, very dirty ... and after what I've been put through I'm definitely not in the mood for fun and games."
"I don't play games, baby. I play for real. Who do you think you're kidding. You dig me, you dig me a lot," he told her, then picked her up easily in spite of her height.
"Jerry, no ... put me down ... don't do this ... come on, let go ... this isn't funny...."
He carried her into his private bathroom then set her down on white carpeting that matched that in his living room, only this was durable carpeting that resisted water. She jerked away from him, livid with anger that he should think her such a tramp that he'd be able to use her whenever he wished. It was one thing to be blackmailed into doing what she was doing for the company, but this ... this was too much. No matter how attractive he appeared, he was still taking too much for granted.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped. "I don't care how good-looking you may be, right now I have no desire to do anything with you or any other man."
Reaching out, a sly grin crossing his face, he grabbed her T-shirt by the bottom edge and with a quick jerk he had it over her head ... and off, exposing the perfection of her lovely breasts. Loretta desperately tried to hang onto the garment but it was pulled out of her hand as he dropped it on the floor.
"Jerry, you're mad, and you know it!" she gasped. "Stop it!"
"Not yet, baby. I want you. Now behave or I'll start losing my temper, and you wouldn't want that!" He was struggling with her zipper, tugging her slacks off, now.
"What are you doing?" the beautiful, long-legged brunette panted, pushing at the handsome man while trying to gather her cloting to her. Her long brown hair swung around like a banner unfurled.
"Well hell, honey, you said you felt grimy. We're going to get some of that grime off you."
He was laughing out loud, taunting her as he continued stripping her expertly, letting her know he had done this with other women quite often. He seemed to enjoy this crazy struggle, chasing her around the bathroom, continually catching her each time she struggled to avoid him. Their antics were reflected in the long, wide mirrors on both walls of the modern, spacious bathroom.
"I ... can ... take ... my ... own ... bath...." she gasped. "Now ... you ... get ... out ... of ... here...." she panted.
She was naked now, but for her sandals and her white lace bikini panties, looking more and more provocative. The more Jerry saw of her, the more he was enthralled by her. No matter where she put her hands she was unable to hide all of her lovely white flesh. His eyes were already tearing her lovely undergarments from her body even if his hands were not yet doing it. He blocked her every move, and she stepped away from him, walking backward until she discovered she was entering the shower stall.
She clung to the far wall, no longer knowing what to do at this point, hating the idea of being raped by yet another man after what she had been through today. She watched in horror as Jerry deliberately undressed very slowly. He stood laughing at her, looking very much the huge, naked satyr. His muscles still bulged, and the one muscle she feared most jutted forth like some monster in a medieval painting. Her eyes dilated and she stood with outspread arms like some kind of sacrifice having been brought to the altar. She damn well knew what he was going to do, and she hated the idea of being used this way. Yet she knew he was going to use that penis on her.
Jerry stepped into the stall shower and stood looking at the full length of her lovely cowering figure. Christ! She looked more lovely, more wonderful, more desirable now than she had when he had first met her. There was something about her that turned him on as no other woman had been able to do. He decided the only way to shake this tremendous desire for her was to fuck her out of his system. This was proving more difficult than he had anticipated. He had thought that looking at her being fucked by other men would have somehow tempered his desire for her, but it had only turned up his inner furnace.
He saw her breathing heavily, her lovely breasts rising and falling, still firm and solid as her nostrils widened and flared with mounting uncertainty. Her fingers were turning white where they pressed into the shiny off-white tile behind her. Staring at her, he decided she definitely did not look real. She had too much beauty to be real. His hands reached out and slid lightly along her white arms from her wrists to her shoulders. Her flesh was like soft silk under his caress.
"Stop fighting me, Loretta," he whispered. "We've already been through this and you know damn well I'm not going to hurt you. I want you! I don't know why. With other women, it's usually wham-bam thank you ma'am, but with you I'm back for more and more and more. Now stop looking so frightened. First I'm going to bathe you. We'll both of us have a nice, warm bath. You'll feel a lot better for it. I know you've had a strenuous day and youre tired."
His voice continued droning on reassuringly in a soft whisper, as if he were speaking to some kind of frightened child. He knew the man with the gun had probably scared the living hell out of her, but he was going to restore her faith in sex. It was one thing for her to fuck for a living, but it was something else for her to understand that with the right person it was really good. Hell! She had come wildly with that gun in her twat. Imagine how much wilder she would be with his cock. Hell! He didn't have to imagine it. He had already fucked her once, and she had loved it. Now he was certain she would love it even more.
He moved with exaggeratedly slow movements, his hands very lightly tracing down her great, brown-tipped swells of ripened breast flesh. His hands moved lower and lower, down to her slender waist and over her full, rounded hips to the top of her bikini panties. With his fingertips he pushed them down until they dropped to her ankles. Then the man knelt and patiently lifted one of her slenderly narrow white feet and then the other to remove her panties, taking her sandals off at the same time. Everything was thrown out of the stall shower, into the bathroom. He got to his feet and stood transfixed, once again awed by the total beauty of her complete nakedness. She looked like a goddess.
Loretta stood in front of him looking like a statue that had suddenly come to life. She had one leg bent a little at the knee so that the shallow bowl of her belly, with her hipbones for handles, seemed raised to him in offering. The very slenderness and narrowness of her fragile bones seemed endearing. The full bounty of her lovely breasts looked like a miraculous harvest in an otherwise somewhat sparse landscape. The mammareis stood proudly out, the nut-like nipples pointing directly at him, the breasts ripe, heavy, and very promising. The light-brown sparseness of her pubic rug outlined her rich pink cuntlips perfectly, the tight little curls looking pronounced against the whiteness of her slender marble thighs. He had fucked her once before. Now he was dying to do it again, Jerry took one big slow step toward her which brought him right up against her satin desirability. His hands gripped her satiny hips and tugged her that much closer to him until their bodies were solidly pressed together from their waists down, his pulsing penis standing and mashed between their bellies. He sensed the beating of his throbbing cock was keeping time with his heart, and looking into her wide eyes, he saw she felt the pulsations, as well.
He leaned into Loretta, pressing her lovely back that much more solidly against the cold tile while his hot body warmed hers in front, crushing the white peaks of her swollen, projecting breasts. Very slowly he leaned forward and kissed her unlipsticked lips. His hands slid very slowly, like two turtles, up her sides, eventually coming to rest on the brown peaks of her snowy breast-mountains. Her nipples immediately began growing when touched by his palms, and her breathing became even more heavy.
The man slowly insinuated his tongue into the warmth of the lovely lady's wet mouth, finding her tongue, making her silent for the moment as his lingual digit made love to hers. He probed and swirled and stabbed, wanting to taste all of her oral interior, as if almost apologizing for what he had made her do. His breath was mingling with hers, his lips bruising her ripely sensuous ones, and then his tongue was insistently fucking into her oral cavern, probing as deeply as it had fucked into her cunt when he had lapped her.
His hands continued weighing the heaviness of her full and meaty breasts, reveling in the delightful sensations caused by her naked bounteousness. What he'd had and remembered before seemed faint compared to the reality of the moment. She was special as far as Jerry was concerned, very special, and he knew he was falling madly in love with her.
Titillating ripples of exquisite sensuality were inching further and further over the aching surface of Loretta's incredibly tender naked flesh as the man's hands continued their adventure, moving cautiously over her lovely body. Little jabs of seething lasciviousness were shooting through the rest of her body from the aching tips of her hardened nipples, then spreading in salacious warmth within her. The spurts of delight seemed synchronized to the heavy beat of the enormous pole that stood up between their bellies. Loretta felt her mind reeling under all that was happening.
It was difficult to explain precisely what she felt. With the other three men there had been some sexual enjoyment each time, in spite of the fact that she had no emotional feeling for any of the men. With this supercilious, smug, cocksure man, she did feel love, much as she hated to admit it. As a result, she was feeling sensations even more strongly than when he had made love to her the first time.
She realized she might possibly be turning into a wanton whore. She had enjoyed the other men and she was enjoying this man. Was she really so capable of responding to just any man, and then falling for a ladies' man so easily? As he kissed her, she wondered if he was able to taste the kisses of the other men? Was he able to taste the sperm of the one man who had fired into her mouth? She had gargled carefully after that, and not even the two men who had come after the security officer had tasted sperm in her mouth. Still, with this man she was worried, because she knew he had seen tapes of her being fucked in the cunt and in the mouth by those other men. Odd that he should still want her, and yet she was overjoyed that he did.
"Poor, sweet, tired woman," Jerry was saying, his lips pressing against her ear as he muttered to her.
Then his tongue was stabbing into her ear, fucking her there as well, rousing her as no man was able to do. She noted he was being sarcastic, as if to say, how tired can a girl be after making her living all day lying on her back? Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at the hard flesh of his strong shoulder as she glimpsed his hand kneading her breasts. His thumb was rubbing against her nipple to the point where she wanted to scream. His other hand was lifting her against the massive length of his great fleshy log as it continued to pulse and beat insistently.
"I'm going to turn on the water now," he whispered. "We'll make it a shower instead of a bath."
He turned her with him, holding her steady with one hand while he began fiddling with the faucets. The first cold drops hit her like Shockwaves of ice even though he was standing between her and the showerhead. The spray hit her around his shoulders. Little by little the water became warm and he gathered her to him with a soft moan. Loretta grabbed her long hair in time and held it in a pile on top of her lovely head to keep it from getting soaked.
Jerry's hands were now all over her, soaping her down, working up a strong lather. He slid them down her back, rubbing her curved buttocks and even moved his fingers into the crack between her asscheeks. Slowly but surely those hands moved higher around her lovely, shapely hips, down over her belly, then down her long, shapely thighs and finally up between them. One slippery finger slid down her luscious little slit and began rubbing back and forth in a maddening, teasing way, soaping her labia feverishly and sliding like a greased pellet up and down the outer edges of her yearning vaginal labial.
"Ohhhh ... please ... I'm not a whore ... don't ... please ... "she gasped, a total and complete captive to the wonderful sensations continually jolting through her because of the man's wicked finger. Without her permission her hips began hurling themselves forward against that continualoly working hand, arching up like some kind of magnet to maintain that wonderful contact. He was continually kissing her sweet face, her eyelids, her mouth, her throat, her cheeks, her temples, her forehead, and all the time his finger continued working on her achingly yearning flesh.
Jerry's hands then slid up along her quaking belly to once again fill themselves with the bowls of her lovely breasts. His fingers squeezed and manipulated the electrical globes, enjoying the way they continued sliding away. Sparks of delight continued building because of his hold on her. Her nipples were aflame with wanton need-a need that only the sucking pressure of his mouth would satisfy.
Abruptly the man turned to her and kissed her hard, then spun her around so that her back was to his hard body and his hands began moving very quickly. The lovely woman was up on her tiptoes as she became aware of the rigid sensation of his long, thick, unbending phallic lance sliding between her buttocks and then down and under, slipping along her vulva, the massive blunt head peeping out from between her slender thighs, creating the momentary inpression that she had suddenly sprouted a penis. Her buttocks felt the crispness of the man's pubic hairs as they harshly crushed against her asscheeks, and she gasped, enjoying the hard lunge of his groin against her backside while the sliding organ slipped back and forth between her clenched thighs. All the while his hands moved up and down her belly, stopping now and again to renew their acquaintanceship with her breasts.
Her own hands still held her wealth of brown hair high on her lovely head and she looked down to see the driving piston of his throbbing penis appearing and disappearing from between her slickly soaped thighs, peeking out from under her brown-haired pubic curls. The lovely woman felt the man's lips grunting and moaning against the nape of her neck as his strong hands tightly gripped her shoulders and then slid around to clench her full breasts as his aching cock continued driving a delectable, aggressively lascivious heat against the lips of her cunt. The fatigue she had long ago felt was now being replaced by an equally wilting lassitude-a lassitude of delightful need, creeping through all of her with great stealth.
"No ... no ... oh ... please ... this is all wrong...." she gasped, whimpering as if to herself, begging he release her so softly, knowing full well he wouldn't do it simply because he was as caught up as she in all this and was unable to do so. All the while her numbed brain was calling her a traitor for responding to the kisses and caresses of this one man who had led her into this life of total sin, while her body laughed and sang, delighted to be pleased in every way possible. Her tantalizing thighs were squeezing and opening along the hardened length of the throbbing phallus as it continued sliding between them, trying to capture that rapturous tool and imprison it in the depths of her vaginal nave. Her full breasts were not snuggling themselves ever more firmly in the fullness of the man's brutal hands, as if begging him for even more torment.
Christ! Now that the moment was here, Jerry felt like a young kid again. He felt as if he might prematurely blow his load. His mightily swollen and pulsating penis was getting perilously close. Son of a bitch! This was the one time he didn't want to rush anything. He wanted to drag out this incredible seduction of the woman who claimed to despise him for what he was forcing her to do as long as possible. The sensation of her nakedly white, soapy slippery, erotic flesh in his hands, pressed against his screaming body was almost too much. He'd waited a full twenty-four hours, and the waiting had driven him crazy.
His hands sloped down along her flat belly and inched through her tantalizing brown pubic fuzz, reaching for, finally finding the top of her womanly slit. His fingers delved into it, seeking her clitoris, finally finding it, and then vigorously massaging it. His thighs parted, he stood in a bit of a crouch so that his penis was easily able to press its head against her cuntal mouth, feeling the ultra-slippery swollen inner lips slide against his hungry penile flesh. He found her tiny clitoris, erect and attentive, an alert sentry. It fairly quivered and quaked to attention as he continually rubbed it with his finger.
"Aaaaaannnnnnhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... hh hh-hhuu uuuuuunn nnnnnhhhhh ... oo oooohhhh," the lovely Loretta hissed faintly as she felt the center of her being reached and her frazzled nerve-endings were responding to the shooting electrical attacks. Now his finger, continually probing inward, had found the in-her gates to her entire intricate female citadel, and without wanting to, Loretta felt herself opening to his probe. He had once again breached her interior. Oh Lord! One sensation after another was bombarding her quaking brain. Thoughts running through her were so myriad and so indescribably wonderful she wanted to faint with sheer ecstasy. She was very much aware of his driving penis as it continued sliding back and forth along her tantalized vulva, his knowing finger caressing her clitoris again and again, his hand painfully pinching her nipple while his mouth leeched onto the slender length of her long white neck. Loretta felt her entire body sheathed in sprals of encircling flame.
All the shame and indignation she had felt at being used by this man so unsolicitiously now finally fell away from her. So did all the anguish she had felt through her wanton body, as well as the seeming indifference with which the other men had fucked her. All that was left at this moment was the beautiful instinctual senses this man was titallating, building to such peaks of rapture that it was too wonderful to believe.
"God! God! God! Baby, you're the most wonderful, lovable, fuckable human being I've ever known," he whispered to her. "I've never felt like this about anyone else before."
He continued slamming his thighs against the rubbery cheeks of her lovely behind, sliding the full length of his shaft along the slippery canal formed by her tender cuntlips. All the while his finger was issuing commands to her more-than-willing clitoris, commands that her body obeyed and eagerly responded to with desire. His teeth were nibbling at her neck very gently, and he was able to hear the woman moan, feeling her writhe beneath the pressure of his hands, his mouth, and his cock. God! She was a woman filled with the essence of love! What was more, he was aware of the love she had inside her, as well.
Jerry felt the helpless woman trembling like a small leaf as she pressed against him and he was well aware she would have fallen or possibly she would have just sunk to the bottom of the shower stall had he not been there to hold her up: Jesus! He knew he wasn't going to be able, to hold out much longer. But then, she was as ready to be fucked as he was to fuck. The warm water continued beating on his back in a steady pounding.
"Hold onto me, baby," he whispered to her. "I'm going to turn the water off. Just hold on!"
The man eased his long, thickly raging cock from between the tender deliciousness of her thighs. His hand reluctantly left her left breast as he turned his body a little so he was able to turn off the faucet. Before doing so, he realized the lovely woman was still soapy in a number of places. Carefully he turned her so the water would wash over her quaking white flesh. He turned her this way and that, as if she were an infant, rinsing her carefully, and she allowed this with no protest. Her eyes kept opening and closing. The lovely woman was in a half-trance, and tiny whimpers escaped from between her lips.
At last the man had rinsed and cleaned her free of soap. He shut the water off. Onnly the sounds of their heavy breathing and the last drips of water splashing on the tiles was heard. He very carefully all but carried her out of the stall shower and onto the deep white carpet. With his right hand he found a large, fluffy towel and he began drying her all over, blotting the water from her perfect white flesh. He kissed and caressed her tender skin as he went along, and the lovely woman was trembling violently at every touch of his lips. He continually murmured reassurances of love, reassurances that he, himself was starting to believe, and she heard them, listening for them, clinging firmly to him, her white hands clenched.
"Thatta girl, baby. Lift your lovely leg up and let me finish drying you," he ordered.
Her flowing brown hair was damp at the ends because of contact with her wet shoulders, and he took the time to dry the strands between his toweled palms.
Finally the two of them were dry. He hurled the towel to the floor against the edge of the counter, her head down with her long brown hair swinging forward around her face. Her hands were gripping the edge of the counter, long legs splayed widely apart like those of a doll that had lost support of its owner's hands.
Jerry was aware of his groin lurching and his belly tightening. This only made his bull-cock stand up that much more. He clenched his asscheeks automatically, making his throbbing penis jerk even more upright. He was able to see the lovely woman's brown-haired pussy, its pink lips slightly open, all pink and tender and moist, her full breasts still heaving with heavy breathing because of what she had experienced.
Christ! He had a feeling they would never make it into the bedroom. Her tenderly pink pussy, all rimmed with brown fuzz, seemed to open and close invitingly with her breathing. He sensed the offer it was making to him, the offer of entry. He kissed her hard for a moment, then pulled away, holding her at arm's length while she remained seated on the counter, letting him stare down. His left hand gripped his pulsing cock, and then he moved forward slowly guiding it so that its purple circumcised head, jutting straight out from the hairy loins, moved slowly into the heatedly soaking cavern of her separated pussylips-a cunt that was seeping magic juices to ease the way.
"AAaaaaaauuuunnnnggggggghh hhhh ... oooooo-oo hhhhhh ... Jerrrrryyyy ... "she said, mouthing the words rather than saying them out loud.
Her legs wrapped themselves tightly around the man's waist but she never remembered telling them to do as much. The head of his cock was pushing its way into her vaginal tunnel. Looking down, she saw the mammoth greatness of the pulsating shaft, vein-laced, continually throbbing, the huge staff all swollen and aching to complete the entry.
Once again the enormous organ was on the verge of splitting her right down the middle, nosing its way into her very vitals, plunging into the deepest part of her quaking body. It was going to sink into her belly, all the way in as it had done before. The three penises she had seen earlier that day, only two of which had penetrated her vagina, were all smaller than this one, and now she wondered how she had been able to handle this cock. She was going to be ripped to shreds inside. No woman was capable of holding all that. She would be torn to pieces inside, and yet she had held it before.
"Yes, yes, that's it ... that's the way, open up ... open up ... baby...." the man was singing softly, his voice bouncing off the bathroom tiles. "Open it for me ... I'm going to fuck you even better than the last time but not as good as the next time ... and you know you can take me without pain...." Her eyes were like two huge glazed pools ... a film of uncertainty covering their former clarity. "Easy ... easy now ... really easy...."
He pushed the head gently inside the labia feeling her soft inner flesh close hungrily around the breadth of his huge, impatient pole. Looking down again, he ached to once again taste the sweetmeat flesh of her delicious cunt, but he knew if he pulled out now, he would be spewing his juices all over the bathroom floor. Grunting, he shoved forward just a little bit harder. The lovely Loretta softly groaned, but it wasn't a moan of pain. God! He had to get his cock all the way into her before he began coming. Jesus! He'd like to shove it so far into her it caught in her throat. Hell! Fucking her was even better than he had remembered. It was a brand-new experience unto itself. He was still only barely into her, and her pussy channel was so tight, it felt as unyielding as a vise. It gripped the length of his cock as if holding onto a lifeline.
"I'm ... aaaann nnhhh ... afraid...." she gasped. "I know I ... unnnnnhh ... took it ... aaann nnhhhh ... the last time ... ohhhhhhhhhh ... but this is a differnt position ... I think I'm ... uuunnnhhh ... shorter and ... oooh ... narrower inside ... hhhhaa-aannnnhhhh ... I'm afraid...."
Did she actually say the words or had she merely thought them? Loretta wasn't certain. What she was certain of was the fact that either way, Jerry Doan was going to fuck her. Once again she had succumbed to him, a total slave to this man in every way. She would feel ashamed of herself later on, but right now she was too caught up in what was happening to even think about it.
He was a third of the way into her now, too far in to dislodge, nor would she have been able to do so if her life had depended on it. By now, her lascivisou body was past that point of no-return, and in her delirium she was overjoyed ... glad the man's mighty, monstrous organ was entering the ravenous tunnel of her flesh. Oh God! He felt warm, so secure, his inner self so hot and demanding she knew she had to have all of him inside her ... now! No matter how much it hurt, she had to have him.
Nothing else seemed to matter at this point other than the feel of the man's burning, solid body and her own inner responses under the harsh lights in the bathroom. She was aware of the countertop under her bottom as well as the hard strength of his body where she clutched him to her with upraised thighs in a scis-sor-like grip. Lord! What had happened earlier today, with those other three men ... that was nothing. This, which was taking place right now ... was everything. His lean waist and solid hips felt so strong and masculine beneath her legs, her muscles so taut and ready. She saw the soft black hair on his own pubis covering part of the life-giving shaft sunk halfway into her cunt. Loretta suddenly wanted him even closer, all the way inside her belly. Her legs tightened and she moaned once again.
Jerry caught the beautiful brown-haired woman's ass in his hands and slowly began inching ever closer, going deeper into her opened flesh, stabbing the full length of his throbbing cock directly into the mushy center of her heatedly sticky clasping inner feminie depths. Ohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddduhhhhhhhh!
Little by little the tight flesh surrendered before his stabbing as he pushed continually into her womanly inner sanctum, burying himself into the depths of her feminine body. The countertop beneath her buttocks was nice and high, as if made for a man like himself to fuck a woman seated on it.
It came to a point where he was no longer able to stand it. He had teased the two of them long enough. The man shoved his cock forward solidly and sank his aching penis deeply into that secret center, far, far inside that sacrosanct interior-that temple of a thousand delights-that Eden of desire. Oh God!-The man felt the tiny working fingers of her cunt-muscles squeezing around his throbbing cock, closing around him as he pushed, like millions of white corpuscles closing around a huge germ, ready to gorge their fill and eat on it. Jesus! What a tight cunt!
"Hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh ... yyyyeeeesssss ... morrrrrrre!" Loretta gasped, throwing her lovely head back, her long, slender white throat straining tits muscular cords. She was aware of the man's mouth pressing itself firmly against her throat, groaning, the hot breath searing her lovely skin. The pain from the man's huge prick thrilled her. She was being hurt a little, yet it was such glorious pain she wanted more of it.
"Hold tight to me!" he gasped, rotating the full length of his organ inside her, churning it again and again, finally easing it back. God! The channel of her cunt was tighter today, after being used, than it had been yesterday, after eight years of not being used. But hell! He had no intention of stopping now! Just for the sheer pleasure of it, he eased his cock almost all the way out, barely keeping the head within her broiling confines. She was still squealing and crying out. The man's hands dug firmly into her hip-flesh as he brutally plunged his throbbing prick into her again, thrilling to the tightness of her close constriction about his aching cock. The tightness of her vagina simply swallowed him up, closing voraciously on his penis, snapping around it as if intent on snipping it off.
As the man's throbbing cock eased out of her cunt, the lovely Loretta felt his mouth hungrily closing around her right breast, sucking the orb, then chewing down on the nipple almost viciously while lunging into her belly.
"Aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh ... gooo oooooodddd-dddd!" she all but screamed that much louder.
Her tender little pussy felt as if it were being gloriously ripped to shreds, and the pressure of his mouth on her mammary only made her inner muscles close that much more tightly around the enormous breadth of rod that so wonderfully and harshly was impaling her. She was stuck solidly on him, like an ornament on a car hood.
Now he began shoving his beauty breadth all the harder in and out of her sucking vagina, and tight as she was, she received his assault with welcome. He was aware of her softly slender thighs tensing and hardening around his waist as he drove his slicing penis that much deeper within the hidden cave of cunt, farther and farther, right to the very root of her lubricated passageway. He withdrew, then plunged the penis in again, making the shaft constantly rub against the linings of her vaginal walls with a natural abrasiveness that stoked the fires in her to greater heights. He continued pounding in and out, in and out, making her pelvis rotate insanely, her softly satin buttocks grinding up to meet his thrusting penis. All the while his mouth continued biting, chewing, and sucking on her breasts, each one in turn, making sure both nipples received their share of proper attention from his hungering, nibbling mouth. Loretta was aware of her own narrow inner passageway tightening and clinging to the man's massive doric column of cock, somehow keeping time with the strongly convulsive tremors coming from within her full breasts, activated by his hungering lips and tongue as his mouth viciously sucked and his teeth chewed.
"Hhhhhoooo nnnnhhhhh!" she wailed aloud, aware of the bloated gunny sac of his scrotum smacking against her upturned labia as she leaned back where she sat, on the edge of the counter, her thighs wrapped tightly around the man's lean, slender hips, hugging him that much closer to her.
Loretta no longer thought about the fact that this man had used her physically, then had used her body to prove the deceit of other men, and was once again using her. She didn't care. All she wanted now was the continual driving, filling, lasciviously burning pole of this too, too solid length of flesh inside her pleading body. Never had she felt so wantonly alive, so inwardly free in spite of being a slave to this man. It was as if being a slave had set her inner self free.
Jerry continued grinding his throbbing organ into her, his flat hips making a rotating motion, literally screwing the full length of his solid phallus inot the tightly milking depths of her aching passageway. Continuing spirals of scintillating lust were moving like wreaths along the length of his rigid flesh rapier, its blunted head pounding harder and harder into her as sensuousness mushroomed inside the man's heaving groin and belly. He continued his violent, vibrant drubbing, slamming his unbending phallus all the deeper and harder into her blistering pussy until it appeared he was trying to drive right through the back wall of her taut cunt, and in the attempt he was trying to shred her vagina to ribbons. But Loretta's clinging inner sheath merely clamored for more, clinging feverishly to the man's frantically driving phallus that much more ruthlessly, her long, slender legs gripping him that much more tightly, tugging him even closer.
"That's it ... that's it ... that's it...." Jerry heavily gasped. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck harder ... oh Goddd-dddd ... don't stop ... fuck...."
The speed with which he pistoned his cock into her intensified and his solid arms were crushing her that much closer, his hands digging into whatever part of her white flesh that happened to be under their insane grasping. Oh Christ! There had never been anything like this for him with any other woman. Loretta was one in a million ... in a billion. He was going totally out of his mind.
"Ohhh hhhhhh ... Jerrrr yyyy yyyy ... hold me ... hold me tight...." the beautiful brown-haired woman was weeping out loud, now in the throes of mounting passion far stronger than anything she had ever previously felt.
Her entire inner body was completely on fire with waves of sheer animal lust-lust that totally blotted out all thought. All she cared about was the continuing bliss that kept on washing over her. There was no pain, only pleasure-the most delightfully exquisite, and sensuous pleasure she had ever known. Was there some strange kind of justification in all this? Was he helping to blot out all the shame and mortification he had brought on her by turning her into a whore? There was no mistaking her response to all that was happening now, as if feeling the love this man had for her. She needed to be loved by a man who liked her this strongly; who made her feel wanted as a person as well as a sex object. He was making up for everything now, and it felt so delightful. He was being good to her in his own way, showing that he cared for her, at least right now.
He began fucking her tight pussy with earnest strokes at that moment, standing in front of the counter and ramming his powerful penile pole into her vibrantly vivacious vagina. The climax was getting closer. Jerry was able to sense it. Her interior was sodden and open and her vaginal muscles fitted so tightly to his throbbing cock that it was like a second layer of skin, rippling forward to grip him on the outstroke, then accordioning as he slammed into her, clutching his throbbing cock all the more tightly, sucking so hard, it was as if the woman was trying to drain his innards out through his penile tip. His hands gripped the bare, smooth cheeks of her tiny buttocks. The mirror behind her had lost its cloudiness, as had the mirror behind him, and he was able to see countless reflections of what they were doing. Arms and legs were wrapped firmly around him like tentacles and he was being sucked deeper and deeper into the center of her shuddering body. The man would not have been the least little bit surprised to find himself suddenly shrinking, drawn inward into that blissful center between her lovely thighs.
"Goddddd uhhhhhh ... yessssss ... that's it ... babbbbyyyyyy ... come on and fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... harderrrrrrrr ... yesssssssss ... that's the way to do it ... yessssssssss...."
He wasn't able to hold out much longer. He knew he had waited so long, his control was worn to a frazzle. But then, from the squeezings of her vagina he was certain she, too, was near her pinnacle. He was able to tell from the soft, bubbling sounds spilling from her choking throat as well as the way her mouth ravenously slavered along his shoulder. Loretta's hands dug into his flesh and her legs encircled him in a murderous grip around his aching body, her vagina inching back and forth along the length of his driving pole as if she intended to climb right off the counter and cling to him, suspended simply on his pounding staff; one with him.
Loretta had always been careful of her language, and so she was totally unaware of what she was saying as four-letter words began falling from her lips in the exultation and ecstasy of the moment. She was delirious with delight ... the thrilling joy of being fucked by a real man instead of those body users she had known earlier in the day.
"Fuck me ... shove your cock into me ... harderrrr ... fuck my cunt harrderrrr ... yessss ... do it ... do it ... do it ... haaaannnnhhhh ... don't stop...."
Jerry was well aware of the digging pressure of her fingernails cutting into his back and he knew before they were finished those nails would leave blood furrows. What the hell! Let her claw! She had the right! He continued pumping the full length of his driving organ into her with such overpowering force, that were it not for the stabilizing force of his mighty hands as they continued clinging to the rounded cheeks of her lovely pale ass so fiercely, he would have slammed her straight across the counter and into the mirror behind her.
Arching her back, her long, Venus-like throat curving backward, she shuddered in her feverish attempt to attain that ultimate rapture. The lovely brown-haired woman thrust herself on the embedded spike of Jerry's long, rigid cock, thrilling to the way it so exquisitely battered her. Her long brown hair fell like a waving flag behind her, running along her corded spine. She was aware of Jerry leaning with her and a bolt of enraptured flame charged through her shuddering body as his tongue lashed out once again to sear her turgid nipple. She quaked again when his teeth bit into the little nubbin, feeling rapture incited within her, and as he bit into her areola, her head whipped uncontrollably from side to side while the head of his masculinity continued to slam against the rear wall of her vagina.
"GGGGHHHH AAAANNNN GGGGHHHH ... HHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHH ... YYYY AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH ... AAAA RRRR GGGGHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" The eerie sounds coming from her own mouth surprised her as she felt herself already on the verge of orgasm. Then the man's strong arms lifted her off the counter, pulling her breasts against the hot shelter of his hairless chest as his hands gripped her rear-end to clutch her against him as if he intended diving straight into her narrow vaginal opening following his penis.
The anguish in the man's quivering voice and the sudden boiling heated spew of seminal fluid hit the lovely woman's inner container like a white-hot torch of thundering flame. It was all that was needed to send her over the edge, igniting her body as never before, creating an orgasm inside her the like of which was incredible. The dam broke and floods of heated, ravishing, washing, constricting, churning, flooding, convulsing sensation wracked her lovely body in wave after wave of uncontrolled and breathtaking ecstasy.
The shriek tore from her lovely throat in successively higher octaves as layer on layer of rocking, tearing, intensifying, tormenting volcanic delight made her body tremble, pouring through her from top to bottom.
She came, then came again, and came a third time while his cock continued spurting its contents into her. It took a long time for him to soften, and when he did so, he slipped out of her and staggered from the bathroom to the bedroom, where he flopped on the huge bed. Loretta merely lay back on the hard counter, her head near the sink, falling into oblivion.
Some time later, while still sunk in a total torpor, her body was lifted by Jerry Doan and carried into the bedroom where he placed her on the bed beside him, and where the two of them fell into a long, blissful sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Although she began to detect a slight softening in the man's attitude toward her, Loretta realized Jerry would let nothing stand in his way. He intended to become one of the big wheels at Revelers, and the only way for that to happen was for him to go on proving how many fraudulent claims were being made. At the moment, his only way was to continue using Loretta. She empathized with him, even if she didn't like the idea of being used. But because of the way she felt about him, she was now willing to remain enslaved to him and do anything he told her to do.
For the next two days no one came to the motel suite, and as a result she was allowed to go into the field and watch the claims men at work. Little by little she was getting first-hand knowledge of what it was like to be an insurance adjuster. When the other male adjusters attempted to come on to her, she merely shrugged them off with a smile.
It was on a Friday that she was told she had to return to the motel suite, and there she had to wait for another fradulent claimer ... or what appeared to be fraudulent. Totally enslaved to Jerry, who had taken her to his home each of the last two nights as well, continuing to make mad, passionate love to her, she slipped into a seductive pink dress, once again with a low-cut front, and she waited.
It was eleven o'clock when the expected knock on the door came, and she was more surprised than the woman on the other side of the door when she opened it. She had been expecting a man. What was Jerry trying to do to her?
The woman was short, with very dark hair and a round face, and looked more than a little attractive. She introduced herself as Joyce Coates. She handed Loretta her claim form, and after examining it, Loretta realized the woman was claiming whiplash and a sore neck with extreme discomfort, though she wasn't wearing a neck brace.
Loretta inivted Joyce into the sitting room and offered her a chair. Joyce sat very gingerly, too gingerly, Loretta thought. But what was Loretta supposed to do?
They talked for nearly a half hour, and when it was over, Joyce prepared to leave. It was at this time that Loretta noticed the shorter woman had been eyeing her with almost the same intensity any man might. Though Joyce's so-called interview was over, and she ought to have been going toward the door, she was standing near Loretta, her fingers now absently fondling the other woman's long brown hair. Joyce's hair was short, almost black, and her lips were not as full as Loretta's. There was nothing mannish about Joyce, yet there was no doubt as to what she seemed to be leading up to.
In the past few minutes she no longer seemed to favor her neck, and it occurred to Loretta that she was facing a lesbian. Though she, herself, had no lesbianic tendencies, she knew what was expected of her, and made no move to pull away when Joyce continued playing with her hair. Soon Joyce was patting her head, caressing and stroking it, and Loretta knew this was the time to speak.
"You seem to have led a lonely life," she said.
"Very lonely," Joyce sighed.
"You seem to be lacking a lot of love."
"So few people notice," Joyce nodded, letting the tips of her fingers trail across Loretta's shoulders.
"Would you like to make love to me, Joyce?" she asked, scarcely able to believe she had made the offer.
Joyce stiffened, narrowing her eyes, staring at her suspiciously, looking at Loretta untrustingly. After a few minutes, she sighed and said, "Are you serious?"
"Very serious," Loretta admitted. "Have you ever done anything like this with a woman before?"
"No," Loretta admitted.
"Then I'm the one who'll have to do the work. Would you like me to lick you down there?"
"I think it would be an interesting and unique experience," Loretta admitted.
The taller woman's heart was thudding insanely under her dress as if it might push through her magnificent breasts. She was afraid she might seem too enthusiastic, and this might stop Joyce, thereby preventing her from showing off the fact that there was really nothing wrong with her neck. After all, if she was able to kneel between her thighs and lick her pussy, it would put a strain on her neck that a woman with a wrenched neck would not be able to withstand. A long silence ensued, and finally Joyce nodded.
The two of them walked into the bedroom, and there they undressed. Loretta stretched out on the bed, taking a deep breath, looking at Joyce's body. The other woman, though shorter than herself, was .very nicely built. She had full, swollen breasts that didn't sag, and if her hips were more meaty than Loretta's, her belly was just as flat. She was going to experience something new, and though it wouldn't begin to take the place of what she had known with Jerry. Doan, it would be something different, and as a result, it would be worth knowing. Loretta realized she had changed a lot in the last few days. Perhaps she wasn't averse to this experience because it had nothing to do with men.
Granted, she was still a slave to the insurance company, doing this because of her enslavement, but somehow, since it was taking place with a woman, it didn't seem quite as awful.
Right now her lovely and lithe body was quivering with lascivious anticipation. Her mind wandered back to when she was a young girl in high school; and how the other girls used to play with one another in the showers. She had never joined in such play, being told in advance by her mother of the sinfullness of it.
Sunlight was streaming into the second floor suite through half-drawn curtains, the beams falling across the bed on which she lay. The golden rays played across her breasts as well as the lightly furred opening of her pink pussy. The sunlight seemed to make Loretta's white body glisten, and the taller woman saw the other female licking her lips in anticipation.
"You know," Joyce said to her, "I feel hot and sticky all over. It might be a good idea if we sort of take a bath together."
Having just been through something similar with Jerry Dona a few evenings earlier, Loretta was loath to do it all over again, but realized it might be the only way to get Joyce to prove she was faking. By now, she was certain there were videotape cameras even photographing the bathroom.
She nodded, got off the bed, and followed Joyce from the bedroom into the luxurious bathroom maintained in the large suite. It was very spacious considering it was in a motel, with lavender tile on the walls and gold-plated faucets in the sink and tub. Loretta, her body covered with goosebumps in expectancy, was still unable to figure out just why she had really offered to allow Joyce to make love to her. But no matter what her real motives-whether she was doing this in the line of duty, or doing it from a simple standpoint of curiosity, wanting to experiment with something new, she intended going through with it. Secretly she wondered if, deep down, she had sexual perversions she had never known anything about-perversions that were first beginning to surface, right now.
She allowed Joyce to take her hand, the latter holding it like a lover as they stood on the cool tiled floor. The dull Friday morning had been changed almost magically because of the presence of this other woman into a day of vital psychological meaning for Loretta. Though she didn't like the idea of being in the bathroom to perform a sexual act, she was willing to go through with it if this was what would make Joyce trip herself up.
This bathroom was totally different from the one in Jerry Don's home. Aside from the lavender tile, there was no carpeting on the floor, nor were there huge mirrors as there had been in Jerry's bathroom. There was one long glass cabinet running the entire length of the wall beneath the sink. For the most part it was empty, though there were sanitarily wrapped combs and brushes there, supposedly to be used by the so-called frauds if they chose to wash up and comb their hair, afterward.
Loretta curled her toes on the tiled floor as Joyce automatically closed and locked the door, saying something about not wanting to risk any kind of interruption. The taller woman was taken a little off-balance when the other woman stepped behind her and gently placed her hands on Loretta's smoothly rounded shoulders. She began kneading the flesh, making Loretta, who had become tense, slowly relax. The satin flesh became calmer and calmer. Then, moving even closer, standing on tip-toe because she was shorter than Loretta, Joyce planted a soft, wet kiss on the nape of Loretta's neck. Little by little she begin stitching kisses lower and lower until she was down on her knees, kissing the taller woman's spine-base. Reaching up, she planted her widespread fingers against the slender woman's coccyx, kneading there, as well until the rigidity of her muscles had relaxed to her expert massage.
Loretta felt herself becoming more and more relaxed with every passing moment, feeling less and less apprehensive about what was going to take place between Joyce and herself. She gulped audibly as she became aware of sharply tingling thrills charging through her long, slender legs with sharpening intensity. Then she allowed her body to go totally limp, submitting completely to the womanly caresses she had initially asked for.
Slowly moving her own body to a standing position once again, the attractive older, shorter woman turned Loretta around to face her, running her caressing eyes appreciatively over the excitingly white and beautiful body in its total nakedness. The lovely Loretta found herself suddenly blushing deeply, still feeling total embarrassment under the other woman's hungry gaze. She turned away very suddenly, leaning over the bathtub, lifting the lever that would block the drain, and then turning on both faucets, full blast.
While Loretta was in this unwittingly revealing position, her lovely rounded asscheeks opened slightly, the buttocks parting in order to reveal the dark and exciting narrow cleft which sheltered her tiny rosebud-like asshole. Then, turning around once more, Loretta looked back at Joyce, whose body was now sheened with perspiration as she anticipated what would soon be happening between the two of them.
Loretta felt a momentary stab of fear invading her body as she wondered if she really wanted to go through with this. Still, she had come this far, and it was too late to back out, now. She was well aware that she had to finish what she had begun.
Loretta turned back to the tub, straining further over it to adjust the water to the right temperature. As she bent forward she revealed very plainly the pink, partially opened lips of her seeping pussy. Joyce stood there, licking her lips, hungry at the sight of a cunt that was already wet with anticipation. As far as Joyce was concerned, this was a good sign. Joyce hated all men, and had let Jerry Doan know as much when he had first gone out to check her claim. He had seen her dyke tendencies, and so had known she, like the men, would fall right into the trap if introduced to Loretta.
Right now, the older woman was gazing as if hypnotized at the long, tautly muscled legs as Loretta stretched herself. Loretta, though aware of the other woman's eyes, remained unaware outwardly, continuing to present the lovely purse of her cunt and her asshole for Joyce's inspection. This added to Joyce's lesbianic enjoyment as she continued staring at the naked Loretta.
Joyce felt her inner breath quickening at the delicious thought of the impending sexual session, inwardly feeling the heatedly burning desire building deep in the center of her own vaginal trough. Her cuntal lining was already becoming more and more sensitive as she continued gazing raptly at the delectable openness of Loretta's widespread thighs. When at last Loretta once again straightened up, she slowly turned to face the other woman, and her own eyes were now glistening with excitement. The steam filling the room was making Joyce's body glisten even more, and her upstanding breasts, haloed as they were with pink areolae, looked magnificent. Loretta had to admit she had never thought she would be aroused looking at the nakedness of another woman. But she was definitely aroused now. Those mammaries were the size of large melons.
Joyce was now moving through the steam as it filled the room, approaching Loretta, reaching out, letting her fingers very gently touch the other woman's waist. Her fingers were trembling at the softly delicate touch. Loretta's skin was still so incredibly and delectably smooth and soft, so delightfully sleek and tawny. She fondled the taut flesh of Loretta's waist for a few moments, and Loretta shut her eyes, able to immediately appreciate the difference between this woman's touch and that of a man. She shuddered when Joyce's hands moved down and touched her hipbones.
"You touch me a little," Joyce told her. "I don't want to take my hands from your body, but I want to feel what it's like to have you touch me."
Loretta nodded, inwardly thrilled and delightfully excited, feeling emotionally charged up with a lustful intensity she would never have believed she might feel for another woman. She eagerly and swiftly moved her delicate fingers to Joyce's firm waist, pressing the flat of her hand against the other woman's tummy and lightly rubbing. She had to admit she was getting some kind of thrill from all this.
Loretta realized, at this moment, that she didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment at gazing at the naked body of another woman while being inspected by that woman. She enjoyed the touching and the being touched. It all seemed very natural, not the least bit unnatural. She was looking at Joyce as a man might, understanding what it was about women that men liked. Now she was aware of her own nipples starting to swell, becoming erect and hard, peaking with desire as they strained outward.
Loretta, feeling the blood in her nipples, glanced down at her breasts. She saw the points now stiff and sensitive, the normally quiet and soft-textured nipples growing thick into flower-like over-ripened buds.
Joyce, sensing the growing lust in Loretta, now began swaying her body from side to side, causing her breasts to swing as she once again stood on tip-toe to bring her nipples into delicious contact with the equally firm and extended nipples belonging to the taller woman. The electrical contact all but took Loretta's breath away. She hadn't expected to feel such a shocking thrill at being touched by another woman's breasts. She all but gasped aloud as the older woman used her left hand to massage her breasts, making tiny teasing circles around the nipples, tweaking them and making them even harder than they had been.
Without warning, Joyce suddenly scissored her legs apart, moving with the agility of aballet dancer, exposing the soft, thin gash of her pink vagina as it rested tantalizingly in the soft, almost black hair between her own full and round thighs. Her pubis scrubbed against Loretta's thigh, making the younger woman feel total wonton desire charge through her. Through slitted eyes she saw Joyce was becoming even more salaciously aroused.
Loretta blushed the littlest bit at the guilt flickering through her quivering conscience. She knew, as Jerry Doan's sex slave, it was her job to go through with this, but why did she feel the actual desire to do so? Her guilt was feeling the want for this rather than the actual doing of it. She squirmed, wriggling her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cool, tiled wall next to the tub behind her. Joyce brushed against her once more, and she jumped at the unexpected contact and the even more unexpected shock she felt radiating through her as a result. Her breath continued to quicken as Joyce began to move rhythmically from side to side, letting the fullness of her massive mammae continue to repeatedly brush again and again into her own breasts, feeling a glorious thrill every time the pointy nipples made direct contact with her own extended buds.
The sound of splashing water in the tub beside her snapped her out of her reverie, reminding her that the bath would soon be filled to overflowing. Moving to her left, she stepped backward and reached behind her with her hands, seeking the faucets, now reluctant to take her eyes from the arousing sight of Joyce's lovely body. She slowly hunkered down until she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and after turning the faucets off, ran her fingers through the flowing water, testing it. Somehow she had managed to keep it at the right temperature.
Lifting one leg, Loretta let it slide over the tub and in, and then remained seated, deliberately, in this provocatively suggestive position for several moments allowing the other woman to hungrily feast her eyes on the softly pink wetted down flesh of her seething vagina. The thin curve of her vaginal opening had once again peeled apart, and the inner labia were once more succulently revealed to Joyce's very steady gaze. A light trickle of hot vaginal flow began running down Loretta's inner right thigh, and the sight of it caused Joyce's own inner juices to bubble so furiously, she began leaking fluid, as well. Joyce was feeling passionate arousal, and Loretta wondered why the other woman was in such heat. She didn't know it had been a long, long time since Joyce had enjoyed another woman. She sat there, making no attempt to hide the rich sight of her lush pink opening, though it was obvious from Joyce's stare that the older woman was fascinated by what she saw.
The brightly cheerful bathroom had suddenly become a steamy and tropical jungle now, and the perspiration stood out in beads on Joyce's lovely body. They were running slowly down her neck to fall in tiny droplets in the valley between her full, upstanding breasts. Further down, Loretta was clearly able to see trickles of condensed moisture running over the flatness of Joyce's belly, seeping into her pubic darkness and becoming lost in there. As Joyce walked closer to the tub, Loretta saw her pink vagina appearing and disappearing with each step she took. Loretta began feeling the heatedly exciting thrill of Joyce's nakedness as the latter came closer to her. She quivered uncontrollably when, once again, Joyce reached down and allowed her hand to touch the inner swell of Loretta's breasts.
Her eyes filled with delighted wonderment and overpowering awe, Loretta looked down at her own body, watching the way Joyce was manipulating her body, her fingers playing with the rounded swells of her lovely breasts. Joyce used her hands to cup, then raise the global mammaries, and for a moment Loretta felt them become almost weightless as Joyce held them firmly in both hands.
She had to admit she loved the feeling of Joyce's pressuring hands. God! Her caresses were so soft and tender compared to the way men had touched her. She delighted in the renewed sensation of heat that was filling her vagina. Joyce stepped into the tub and sat, still so close to Loretta she was able to touch the other's breasts. She somehow managed to stretch her legs out beneath the water, luxuriously stretching her muscles to their fullest, and then with a soft moan letting them simply fall apart, feeling the delightful rush of warm bath water charging into the narrow tunnel behind her gash. Tugging slightly but meaningfully, Joyce managed to urge Loretta into the tub, as well, sliding backward so the taller woman would be able to sit, facing her. The two of them had their breasts hobbling on top of the water like tipped buoys-Loretta's brown-tipped, Joyce's pink-tipped. The water surrounded and embraced the rest of them, making the two women feel good.
With her hands once again embracing the quivering swells of Loretta's full breasts, Joyce positioned hers herself so that she was now kneeling in the tub, her knees between Loretta's spread thighs. She moved forward, letting her knees actually press right up against Loretta's vaginal opening. The younger woman found herself gasping out loud as tiny wisps of thrilling pleasure continued uncontrollably rippling in the teeming depths of her vaginal fount. Her own tongue leaped out and licked nervously across her lips as keen, matchless delight took complete control of her, sending charges of sensation through her shuddering mind.
Picking up a large sponge from a tiled shelf above her, Joyce began to very methodically soap Loretta's right breast, rubbing her fingers over the fleshy swell and pulling tenderly but firmly on the rubbery extension of her nipple. She worked up a heavy lather on the sponge and then used it to coat whatever part of the woman's skin was not below the water. Loretta found herself covered with a white a foamy froth, but she was unable to see under the water because the soap was clouding it. Loretta found herself leaning forward in a dream-like haze, resting her cheek on Joyce's shoulder. Her hand slipped under the water and came to rest on Joyce's solid thigh, and she felt the heat radiating from the other woman's flesh.
Joyce was now soaping Loretta's other breast, dipping the sponge she had into the water and then washing off the swollen breast, lingeringly massaging it. Then she pushed the sponge under the water and rubbed it against the smooth surface of Loretta's tender belly. Letting go of the sponge, she began massaging Loretta's breasts with her fingers, caressing and washing each swollen breast in turn.
Her hands were covered with soap, and Joyce managed to lather all of Loretta's exposed body again, then she gently urged the taller woman to stand up in the tub. Now she was able to reach the more exciting regions of Loretta's pubic area. Obeying the older woman, Loretta somehow managed to stand in the tub somewhat unsteadily, standing with her legs as far apart as possible, flattening her palm against the wall to keep her balance.
The heavy steam continually rising from the bath water continued tickling her nostrils making her head feel limp and heavy, though much of the dizziness had to be attributed to her late nights with Jerry Doan. She shut her eyes tightly and unconsciously began chewing on her lower lip as Joyce's hands moved to her thighs, her slender fingers resting just above Loretta's knees on the first fleshy swell of her seductively open thighs. She washed the outside of Loretta's thighs first, letting her hands caress their way slowly up the white pillars, allowing them to rest momentarily on the other woman's hips.
When Loretta's thighs began shuddering involuntarily, quaking because of this tormenting caress, Joyce transferred her fingers to the softer, more voluptuous insides of the other woman's thighs, and, with her thumbs stretching as far to the rear as possible, began fondling and arousing the quivering, faintly moaning woman in earnest. Loretta gasped out of control.
Joyce's probing fingers worked themselves slowly toward the pink edges of the lovely cunt as it expanded and contracted. She slipped her index finger in and out very smoothly in the soaking wet opening as Loretta stood there, completely mesmerized into a rigid state for the moment as the tantalizing movements of the other woman's hand thrilled her. She felt herself driven upward to a higher and higher peak of yearning excitement. Loretta's facial muscles were tightening in welcoming pleasure as Joyce added a second, then a third finger inside, moving all three in and out of the tantalizing vaginal flesh. The fingers disappeared all the way in each time Joyce shoved them upward, making a soft, sucking sound as a tremulous moan of delight came issuing from between Loretta's tightened lips.
Loretta had her eyes clamped shut, and she was gritting her teeth together as she began wriggling and squirming because of the fingers continually working their way in and out of her sucking interior. The fingers moved with uncontrolled, passionate thrusts.
Joyce, her eyes wide open with excitement and desire, repeated the fingering, making it more an act of love than merely a motion of fucking, totalizing Loretta to the point where the latter knew she was unable to climax, but was unable to withstand what she was feeling. She feared she would faint from what she was feeling and pleaded with Joyce to stop.
Lessening what she was doing with her fingers, Joyce brought her thumbs up and very gently tugged the dripping vaginal labia wide apart. From her vantage point, staring directly up into the younger woman's seething cunnus, Joyce was able to see the rich and tender membranes inside the quivering tunnel. Loretta now leaned all her weight firmly against the tiled wall, whimpering softly as Joyce raised her head, snaked her tongue out, and let it make direct contact with the soft down-covered wetness of Loretta's vaginal lips. She flattened her tongue against the split and licked up and down the crevice, moving her tongue around and around. The tip of her oral organ licked up the crack past the perineum and even poked into Loretta's rear opening. All the while she maintained the pouting pinkness wide apart with her thumbs as she slowly worked her hungering mouth back to the inviting female nest of pink flesh.
Loretta's eyes remained tightly shut, very much aware of everything the other woman was doing to her body. Chill followed chill down her spine as she vibrated uncontrollably.
The cry was wrenched from the woman's gasping lips as she felt the tenderest, sharpest, most sensational floods of passion inundating her, yet. Each time the tongue touched her back tunnel, she felt as if someone had pushed a tiny ice cube inside her.
"Haaaaannnnh! Oooonnnnnn hhhhhh! Can't stand it! Can't stand it!
Her thighs were now jerking helplessly, wedged wide apart by Joyce's upraised face. Reaching down, Loretta gripped the other woman's head with both hands and began beating her palms in a mad frenzy in her tormentor's hair doing her best to try and dislodge the other woman's taunting, tantalizing, scintillating tongue as it rapidly licked into the hot tunnel between her thighs.
Loretta struggled, trying hard to pull away, but Joyce, more grimly determined than ever, stayed with her, continuing to stab her pointed tongue into the juicy cavern, then flatly rubbing it like sandpaper against the extended clitoris which was now provoking the beautiful Loretta into uncontrollable feelings of total wanton rapture. She released her nibbling teeth from the sucking lips of the other girl's quivering pussy, letting the fleshy labial folds seemingly fold in on themselves. At the same time she passed her hands around Loretta's hips, tightly gripping her buttocks.
Joyce worked her mouth expertly against the closed cuntlips while her hands continued to rub the other woman's buttocks, and little by little Loretta slowly began to relax again. Her asscheeks soon became soft and flexible in Joyce's hands. As if in a total hypnotic trance, Joyce coaxed her digging fingers into the cleft of the other woman's asscheeks and began using her forefinger to fondle the tiny opening that was her anus.
From where she was kneeling in the tub, Joyce was clearly able to see the tiny, tight little opening nestled in the curvaceously sexy center of Loretta's asscheeks. It seemed to be throbbing open and closed as if anticipating Joyce's next move.
Joyce's fingers began probing at the puckered little brown opening like teasing little needles. The asshole was now open wide, and Joyce had lubricated the sphincter with soap so that her forefinger was easily able to penetrate it. Her slim finger sank easily past the sphincter, into the narrow well, going deeper and deeper until it was all the way inside.
Loretta strained back at the intruding finger as her doughnut-like sphincter closed over it in final acceptance and a flicker of surprised pleasure passed over her straining face as the searching finger reached its limit in her interior.
Loretta was exhausted from standing as she was in so awkward a position. She desperately wanted to get out of the bathtub and into a more comfortable position. In reality she wanted to lie down and let the other woman do as she wished with her.
Finally, she managed to disengage the other woman's mouth from her aching cunt and slipped her hand up behind the other woman's back, drawing her to a standing position. For a moment-which in reality seemed like some kind of eternity-Joyce looked deeply, almost lovingly, into Loretta's eyes, then pressed her wet and warm smoldering body against that of the other woman in a love hug. When she finally released Loretta and the two of them separated, the parting of flesh from flesh made a loud sucking sound.
Leading Loretta, Joyce stepped from the bath tub and pulled the drain plug. The two women hurriedly rubbed one another down with bath towels, and when both were totally dry, each sprayed the other with a fragrant after-bath scent they found in the bathroom.
Then they returned to the bedroom and climbed onto the bed, each staring hungrily and excitedly at the other. For the moment Loretta was unable to see anything or anyone but Joyce. She had become so totally hooked on sex, she was obsessive.
Joyce's arms enfolded Loretta's soft, firm young flesh, and the younger woman eagerly responded hurriedly to her embrance. By now, it was obvious to Loretta that there was nothing phyically wrong with Joyce, and the woman was definitely trying to cheat the insurance company out of money. But she was so aroused by all that was taking place, she wanted it brought to a natural conclusion.
Bodies pressing, the two women hugged one another tightly, their lips meeting in a long, drawn-out passionate kiss. Tongues slithered from mouth to mouth, saliva from one mixing with that of the other, and Loretta clamped her lips greedily over Joyce's. Her mind drifted helplessly in a dream-like fantasy. At the moment she felt as if her body was suspended in midair, somewhere between the deep blue of heaven and the rich green of earth. Her luscious form was now firmly pressed beneath that of the lovely Joyce. Her thighs had separated and she was able to feel the other woman's fingers plucking insistently at the tender lips of her pussy, playing them as if they were guitar strings, working them patiently apart in order to once again probe into her.
Loretta discovered she was using her own hands, as well. She was running them over Joyce's firm, white buttocks, buttocks more full than her own, smoothly stroking them very carefully with long, loving caresses. She moved her other hand very gradually into the narrow valley between the other woman's breasts and then found herself softly milking at the spongy pink nipple closest to her, arousing without realizing it, the heated desire in Joyce to new and greater heights of dizzy lustfulness.
Joyce's solid mammaries responded almost instantly to the soft and petting caresses they received. Lush pinkly pointed buds that were her nipples sprang vibrantly to life, peaking and ebbing with each gasp of air that poured from her lungs. Her tongue pierced the hot moistness of the other woman's puckered lips, fucking in and out of Loretta's mouth with rapid thrusts, exploring every nook and cranny and then running over the hard enamel surfaces of the other woman's teeth. Joyce slowly inserted a finger into the delectable softness that was Loretta's shuddery pussy, sinking into the opening that nestled between the widespread, shapely legs. She began moving it in and out as she had done with her tongue, earlier.
Unconsciously, Loretta started sliding her fingers down the length of Joyce's tummy. Her nails slid through the heavy black luxuriant growth of pubic hair, touching the soaking, gaping mound of cunt now expectantly poised over her quivering body. Her own knuckles pressed urgently against the hairy labia as she sought to open Joyce's vaginal gateway, first fondling the thick lips, feeling moisture slide out and wet her finger, and then finally sliding the finger with some small resistance into the womanly tunnel. The older woman's vaginal folds were soft and warm and smooth, and her inner juices were flowing copiously.
Gasping, the two of them continued dueling with their tongues, fencing back and forth from one mouth to the other, keeping perfect time with the movement of their probingly inserted fingers as each continued to massage the other's deep pussy. There was no longer any gentle caressing for either woman. Both were too far aroused and heated up, sexually excited, to think of prolonging anything at this point. Together, they moved their fingers in and out of one another's hot cunts as wildly as possible, neither female attempting to hold back the lust mutually embracing them as burning passion burst through their straining bodies.
Loretta's beautiful face was contorted and twisted into an expression of desire-filled elation. A low, muffled moan came from her lips, the sound more than a little distorted, mingling with the sounds of suction caused by movement of fingers in gaping vaginal centers. The two women quivered, pounding their bodies in time to the thrusts of their hands, and each realized she was on the brink of total satisfaction.
Loretta was all but out of her mind with thrilling feeling. Her entire body was quivering beneath the movement of the fucking fingers as she clenched her cunt that much more tightly around them. Then she gasped, "AAAA YYYYAAARRRRGGGGHHHH AAAANNNNGGGGHHHHHH AAANNNNGGG-GGHHHHH AAAAAGGGHHH AAAAAUUUUU NNNNNGGGGG HHHHHHHHH!"
Loretta ran her fingers in and out of the tight narrowness of Joyce's pussy, making the older woman vibrate uncontrollably, while her own tight cunt closed all the more firmly around the fingers of the hand-fucking dark-haired woman. She bit Joyce's lips, then chewed at the latter's earlobe, ramming her fingers in and out with even more vicious thrusting, and then it was Joyce's turn to stiffen.
"I'M ... AAAANNNNHHHH ... GOING TO ... HHHHHUUUUUNNNN GGGGGHHHH ... COMMMMMMMME ... YYYYAAAARRRR ... GGGHHHAAA NNNGGGHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" Joyce screeched, and had the motel walls not been soundproofed, she would have been heard in the next county.
As it was she hurled her body up and down against Loretta's fingers, spurting her colorless froth all over the younger woman's hand, her body twisting and turning uncontrollably.
Finally she fell back, totally exhausted and out of breath. Panting, she smiled, and Loretta smiled back.
Enjoy it, Loretta thought. Because you've just incriminated yourself once and for all.
CHAPTER NINE
For Loretta, work became a mixture of pleasure and agony. She was madly in love with Jerry Doan, and she felt he was in love with her, but he was still using her. In a period of three months, he had used her with no less than forty-seven different people, three of them women.
It was in the late fall that he came to her and said, "Just one more time, Loretta-baby, one more time, and I'll have that big promotion. When I do, I'm taking you up with me. No more of this adjustment crap. If we can nail two really big cheats tonight, it'll be all that's needed to boost me to a vice-presidency in the company. You and I will go together."
"What will I do?" she asked sardonically. "Be manager in charge of cocks and cunts?"
"After tonight, only my cock, honey. Just fuck this one more time, and that'll be it with outsiders. After tonight, you'll belong only to me. I'm sorry to have used you, but our entire future was dependent on your cunt."
"I've heard that before," Loretta snapped. "I mean it," he told her. "Just this one more time."
"I thought you said there were two of them."
"Rght, honey. You're gonna handle the both at once."
"That's crazy!" she gasped. "I've never taken on two men at once."
"You can do it, sweetheart. You can do anything. You'll start with the one guy, and then the other guy, who's a bit of a psycho, will break in on you as if you're his wife. Ever since she deserted him, he's been rooking insurance companies right and left, but until now we haven't been able to prove it. This time we'll nail him."
CHAPTER TEN
The man was tall, dark-haired, with gray threads running through his head, and with a nasty scowl on his face. He had been arguing with Jerry Doan for sometime now. He was awkward-looking, and from the reports Jerry had on this man, he was supposedly impotent, unless he saw a woman who resembled his wife. In this case, Loretta, while not exactly the image of his former wife, bore a close-enough resemblance so that Harry Greco felt arousal. He and Jerry were in another room in the motel suite, watching what was taking place between Loretta and Kevin Carlson. Kevin was a pleasant-enough looking man, better-looking than Harry, with a pleasant attitude, whose only fault was that he was trying to claim damages from being hit by a side-swiping car, when the truth was the car, according to eyewitnesses, never really touched him. Now he was proving that he hadn't been touched by his performance with Loretta. The two of them were nakedly sporting in the bedroom, and Jerry and Harry were watching, Harry already angry, his cock rising in his pants as he envisioned Loretta being his wife.
"Look at them go!" Jerry was saying, smiling, having brought Harry here on the pretext of ironing out an agreement with the man.
Harry was so aroused, it never occurred to him to think something was wrong with all this. He saw the woman hunched on all fours between Kevin's hairy thighs. Her lovely face was poised directly above the man's penis, and she leaned forward, her brown hair cascading around her face, making her look, in Harry's mind, more like his wife than ever. Kevin's hand-reached up, tangled in her long hair, and he pulled her open mouth down on his throbbing cock. Harry stared in amazement, in a hypnotized trance, frozen by the lascivious sight of the lovely female performing this delightfully debasing act before his very eyes. It was as if his wife, who had never done any of this for him, was taunting him by doing it for other men. Her taut, full, dangling breasts danced beneath her delightful body as she found herself being buffeted back and forth by Kevin's wild lunges into her sweet face, his throbbing cock sinking obscenely out of sight into her ovaled mouth as she slavered all over the pulsating tool.
Harry felt his normally impotent, small cock starting to rise, jerking to life as it hadn't done for quite some time now. He was thoroughly aroused, watching the scene.
Harry saw it was almost over now.
"UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH ... AAAARRRR-GGGGHHHH ... GODDDD UHHHHHH ... HH-HHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHH ... OHHHHHH-HHHH ... YYYYEEEE AAAAAGGGHHHHHH!" the man bellowed.
His insanely tormented cock appeared to inflate to twice its breadth as a rapturous scalding jet of seminal fluid splashed from the shuddering depths of his aching balls and charged forcefully along the palpitating shaft of his wildly jerking penis to spurt from the mushroom-shaped, lust-bloated tip all the way into the lovely brown-haired woman's soft young throat.
Harry heard Kevin's delightfully tortured gasps again and again as orgiastic surges of energy drained from his body. Kevin's desperately clutching hands gripped the brown-haired woman's head tightly and he continued cruelly ramming his erupting phallus all the way into her lovely gullet. Harry heard her gasping out muffled groans as she had an oral orgasm as one heated onrush of sperm after another of spewing liquid filled her mouth, flooding it, making her cheeks bloat until they were swollen with his seed. Harry stared, totally fascinated, still imagining Loretta was his wife as she swallowed, choking and sucking on the searing male fluid, seemingly anxious not to lose a single drop. She continued milking the ejaculating organ with lascivious abandon, totally lost in her rapture.
As far as Harry was concerned, the woman he was watching through the one-way mirror was definitely his wife. He felt stunned, unable to think for the moment, inwardly paralyzed, watching as the lovely girl finally collapsed across the man's shuddering belly. Kevin's shrunken penis wetly slipped from Loretta's mouth, making Harry feel an even greater, more terrible anger building inside him.
Without thinking, he pulled off the back-brace he had been wearing and stepped through the door separating the two rooms. Moving toward the sprawled couple, he didn't bother looking at Kevin. His anger was directed toward the woman he believed to be his wife, and not the man. Being a male chauvinist, Harry felt no man was able to do anything wrong with a woman. If anything wrong took place, it had to be the woman's fault.
It was Loretta on whom he intended revening himself, thinking for sure she was his wife. He strode over to her, reached down, and wound his fingers tightly in her disheveled hair. Then he tugged her head roughly back.
"Hi there, bitch!" he snapped. "Guess who? It's your loving husband whom you left to go with another guy.
This must be the guy."
Loretta had been prepared for Harry's kookiness, not really caring one way or the other since she felt so totally helpless and used as Jerry Doan's slave. She was still certain Jerry would abandon her at the last moment, having made a big name for himself with Revelers Insurance. But she hoped that when Jerry moved up, he would give her all the incriminating tapes, and she would be able to leave this job. So she fell into line this final time with what Jerry wanted. She looked with blinking eyes at Harry Greco, seeing him look at her with a certain contempt. Everything was obviously working according to plan.
"Oh no!" she gasped, pretending to be the wife Harry thought her to be. "Please, wait, listen to me," she said, desperation in her voice, her words sounding pathetic and useless even then.
"You goddamn whore!" Harry snapped coldly, his voice taking on a knifeedged sharpness, his dull eyes suddenly sparkling to life with a shine they had never had before. Loretta almost felt as if he were her husband, and inwardly she sensed the shame and humiliation she had been trying to feel all these three months, but had been prevented from feeling by Jerry Doan's embraces.
"How many other men have you fucked like this you filthy tramp?" Harry coldly asked. "Never did do a good job at home."
Loretta cowered helplessly beneath the other man's gaze, too frightened to reply. He yanked her head back even further until she feared he might break her neck.
"You're hurting me!" she gasped.
Harry didn't seem to notice what she was saying. He continued talking relentlessly, his own voice rising.
"We'll just see if I can't give you all the cock you'll need, baby!" His voice was taunting as he rolled her off Kevin's body onto the floor.
Jerry had quietly walked into the room, standing out of camera range, and he whispered, "Careful, you don't want to hurt her with this guy around as a witness."
"Keep outta this!" Harry snarled at Jerry.
"Yeah, this is between the man and his wife," Kevin sniggered from the floor.
The mustached man, aroused at the sight of Harry picking on Loretta, had picked himself up off the floor. He moved to the other side of the room, still in camera range. Jerry stood in the doorway, nodding silently at Loretta, as if telling her this would be her final performance.
"Turn over, bitch!" Harry snarled at Loretta, and when she was slow to move, he roughly rolled the lovely brown-haired woman over on her belly.
Reaching down, he gripped her by the hips and lifted her into a kneeling position. Loretta swayed there obscenely below him, her rounded white asscheeks thrust backward toward him. He stood above her between her ankles, his short, slender penis hard and swollen, standing before him with its blue veins pulsing in its anger-bloated head, a head that was swelling and receding over and over.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Loretta fearfully asked.
"I'm gonna fuck where you've probably never been fucked before, unless your boy friend here did it," Harry told her. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't move, baby. I'm gonna fuck that lovely ass of yours."
Loretta's eyes opened in horrified terror. She had been subjected to all kinds of humiliation in the past three months, Jerry's virtual slave in every respect, but this ... this was something monstrous. Small and thin as Harry's penis was, in her rectum it would kill her. He would slice her right down the middle.
The man stooped and gripped both of the terrified young woman's ankles, tugging them outward with harsh pressure, wrenching her legs wide apart.
"No ... for God's sake no!" she gasped, feeling a rush of cool air between her thighs as she looked at Jerry Doan for salvation. Jerry merely winked, as if letting her know what a great acting job she was doing. "I won't let you do this to me!" she gasped. "Not this way! Not like this!"
She jerked and pulled and tried to get up, but he pressed his hand firmly into the small of her back, holding her flatly against the floor. She struggled for a moment, then lay still, her body shaking violently.
Harry dropped to his knees after pulling off all his clothing, revealing that his cock was as small as it had appeared inside his pants. He ran his hands over Loretta's firm thighs, feeling his way along her shivering calves. Her cleft was wet and juicy in spite of her fears. He leered down at the cowering Loretta and very slowly tugged apart the white mounds of her behind. Loretta groaned and tried hard to tense them together again, but the man dug his fingers firmly into her soft gluteal flesh, and the lovely woman found herself forced to relax enough to let them spread her asscheeks as wide apart as he wished.
Jerry Doan remained out of sight, watching Harry's behavior, gleeful in the knowledge that he had caught two more frauds, but feeling aroused and excited because it was Loretta's body being mauled. God! He didn't know why, but he did love the woman, and when this was over, he would not only marry her, but make sure no other man laid hands on her, ever again.
Loretta heard Harry suck in his breath as the tiny sphincter ring of delicate anal muscle came into view. The man moved one hand down and pushed his finger experimentally forward, thrusting at the interfolded ring with his middle finger. Loretta jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural contact with the terribly teased rubbery opening. She lurched forward in a desperate attempt to escape. It was useless though as the man thrust forward once again, sinking his middle finger to the first knuckle in her rear-end.
"Uuunnnggghhhh Godddd!" she gasped, her voice pleading, clenching her asscheeks tightly together, making it all the more painful for herself, trapping the angry psychotic Harry's hand between the hardened rear cheeks.
"Open wide!" Harry commanded brutally, and he shoved forward with all his strength, popping his finager through the desperate but useless resistance past the second knuckle. She groaned out loud and relaxed in pitiful submission, her asscheeks limp, her rectum to be used as he wished.
As Harry scoured his finger mercilessly inside the abused anus of the helpless woman, widening it and preparing it for the greater attack yet to come, Loretta turned her head and saw his other hand stroking his slender wand of cock, as if making certain it would remain hard for the final assault on the helplessly defenseless body of this lovely young woman now kneeling in front of him. The man tugged back the foreskin of his slender wand, exposing the ruby red head. Small as it was, it looked large because of the narrow opening it was going to penetrate. He aimed it directly at the tin puckered hole now widely stretched from the rummaging of his middle finger. Then he rested the dome against the aperture.
Using his two thumbs he tugged her buttocks wide apart, digging his other fingers into her fleshy cheeks. He let some saliva dribble from his mouth and though most of it fell on her asscheeks, some of it fell on his cock, lubricating it. Then he leaned forward, pushing the lower half of his body against her buttocks. The thick full length of his pulsating meat pressed itself into the crevice of her buttocks, the tip pressuring against her tiny hole all the harder, wet from his dripping saliva. He pressed his knees more firmly into the floor, shoved forward with his rocking hips for an instant, and directed his rock-solid instrument directly into her tightly clenched nether orifice.
Jerry, more aroused than ever, had been holding his breath for what seemed like forever as he watched Harry make his preparation and the man groaned with lust, feeling more desire for Loretta than ever before. He saw the unrelenting cock attached to Harry Greco pop through the tightly restricting ring of anal flesh. Loretta tried pitching forward on her belly to escape the entry, but Harry gripped her hips and held her up on her knees. She was trapped, and the painful entry was being made. Jerry stared with salivating hunger as he saw the tiny, stretching anus slipping over the rubbery tip of Harry's throbbing cock-head like a tight rubber glove being slipped onto a hand. Harry was grinning above Loretta like some kind of evil devil as he thrust his hips solidly forward once again, sinking his stiff staff of lust-hardened flesh halfway into the rectal causeway.
"Uuuuunnnn gggghhhh! Godddddddd! N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" Loretta screamed in agoanizing pain, her face pushed into the thick carpeting and the sound muffled by the broadloom. She began bouncing on her knees, struggling hopelessly, trying to resist the cruel impalement, agonizing, never having had a penis in there, before.
Her rounded buttocks were wildly jerking and twitching under the mentally sick man. She desperately tried hard to throw him off, but her agonizing struggles only worsened what was taking place as the penis sank more and more deeply into her. With each frenetic bucking of her body his cock skewered a bit further into her aching anal passageway-another cruel inch, and then another, and another....
"Aaaaauuuugggghhhh!" she gasped out, the last of her strength leaving her as the man's slender cock slipped, unimpeded, the rest of the way into the warm, rubbery depths, burying itself to the hilt. She was continuing to spasmodically writhe and jerk and twtich, but she finally slowed down, relaxing to ease the pain of cruel and complete occupation of her rectum and lower colon. Loretta realized it was useless to resist any more as each throb of the cock in her shish-kebabed body merely served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern of her ass to greater and more painful dimensions.
"Ooooonnnnhhhh ... Godddd dddd ... what a tight asshole!" Harry smiled, hissing through tightly clenched teeth from behind her.
In spite of his desire to immediately start fucking his cock in and out of the woman he believed to be his wife, he reached down and grabbed Loretta's softly flaring hips in his hands and pulled, lifting her a little higher, bending her body almost double beneath him. He gritted his teeth tightly together and took several long, smooth strokes between her lovely asshceeks, bringing further groans of pain and humiliation to her tortured lips each time he thrust forward.
Meanwhile, Kevin, who had been regaining his strength, had moved so that he was standing right next to the couple on the floor, all three being photographed nicely by the videotape machine. What he was watching had him aroused, and his own cock, which had spewed its initial contents into Loretta's mouth, had once again started swelling and enlarging as he watched the licentiously exciting spectacle on the floor beneath him. Unable to control himself, he bent down and began running his hands wildly over Loretta's dangling breasts and back, inching and pulling at her softly tender flesh until he was no longer able to stand it.
"Hey, buddy, come on, turn the bitch over!" he said to Harry, making demands of the man who had been so preoccupied he had all but forgotten about Kevin.
The order somehow penetrated Harry's brain, and a slow sadistic smile suddenly crossed his lips as he saw a further way to punish the woman he imagined to be his cheating wife.
Locking his hands tightly against Loretta's slender hips, the men rolled them both onto their sides, and then he pulled her backward on top of him. His swollenly throbbing, slender penis still lay embedded deep inside her rectal cavity as she lay full length on her back, pressing tightly against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his legs, a low pleading mewl coming from her wetly tortured lips-lips still smeared with semen.
Kevin lost no time at all. The man smilingly leaped into the gap between her widespread thighs, straddling the other man's knees and pushing her milk-white pillars even farther apart. He grasped his hard, aching thick cock with both hands and guided it without a moment's delay against the lips of her exposed vagina. Slowly, very slowly, feeling a fantastic resistance caused by the pressure of Harry's cock in Loretta's ass, he pushed his cock into her narrowed cunt, loving every last bit of it.
"Hhhhhuuuu nnnnnggggg!" the helpless woman grunted as it slithered deep into her belly, joining Harry's in her ass. She lay there, sobbing, moaning, feeling as if she had really done something awful to have been shamed this way. There was pain in her rectum and pleasure in her cunt. She was sandwiched between the two of them, dually impaled on their penises like a helplessly butterfly on a mounting board. There was only a thin wall of fleshy membrane between her anus and her vagina-a thin tissue separating the two masculine instruments of ficious torture.
There was no delay. The man, already excited from watching Harry's cruel rape of Loretta's ass, began fucking furiously into the heated wetness of her noisily slurping pussy while Harry, beneath, dug his heels into the carpeting, thrusting upward from beneath with long hard strokes into the depths of her rear tunnel. It took the two of them a moment, but then they began to achieve a natural rhythm, buffeting the lovely Loretta between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam rubber. The helpless woman was groaning and uttering one low whine after another as the two men continued pounding into her without mercy. They were interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from the depths of her chest when they smacked into her body even more solidly.
The pair of thick cudgels continued skewering into the lovely woman's wide-stretched loins like a pair of battering rams, the wet penile organs, sodden from top to bottom with a mixture of the woman's secretions as well as their own, now easily sliding in and out of her. The hair-fringed pink edges of her soft cunt drew back with Kevin's phallus on the outstroke, then folded in on themselves as the man rammed the throbbing cock home again. The same was true with her tightly clasping anal opening as Harry pounded into it with demonic fury.
Then the seemingly impossible began happening.
Loretta's low moanings of agony began to change, imperceptibly at first, and then there was no doubt. Her whimpers had become pleas of passionate desire.
She was starting to enjoy what was happening. Even the cock in her ass was bringing her pleasure.
The rubbing of the penis in her rectum was touching heretofore un-massaged nerve-endings, and her very helplessness assisted her in enjoying everything. The idea of being fucked half to death gave way to the thought of wringing as much pleasure as was humanly possible from all this. Her hips were moving up and down now, moving of their own volition, meeting the upthrust of the man cramming into her helpless rectum and then upward once more to swallow all of Kevin's plunging cock in her sucking pussy. Her entire body was wildly undulating between the two men, her buttocks continually moving in tiny circles.
"Aaaaannnnhhhh ... oooonnnnhhhh ... hhhh uu-uunnnnhhhh...." she chanted on and on and on in time to their crushing thrusts into her dribbling vagina and tantalized rectum. Wilder and wilder the fucking became, the cocks pushing her between them like some kind of helpless puppet gone out of control. The three of them groaned coarsely, their sighs and grunts and groans intermingling in a mad cacophony of symphonic sexual abandonment.
Loretta was on the brink of something new and different. She suddenly realized she was about to have an anal orgasm, and it be timed to slam against the vaginal climax welling up within her. The two orgasms came charging down on her, and then she was screaming.
"AAAAIIII YYYYAAAAA GGGGGHHHH!" And then there was a louder, longer one. "HHHEEEE-YYYY ... AAAAIIIIGGGG ... HHHHYYYYAAAA GGGGHHHHAAAAUUUU ... WWWWAAAA-NNNNGGGGHHHH AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAA GGGGHHHHHH!" She lost her breath for a moment, then shrieked, "COMMIIINNNNGGGG ... EEE-YYYAAAGGGHHH ... lit ... AAANNNHHHH ... COMMIIINNNGGG!"
The helpless woman was totally out of her mind with desire as she screamed out one orgasm after another, all of them clashing against each other until it seemed as if it would never stop.
The two men, sensing their total conquest of the woman's struggling body and mind, continued plunging into her, embedding the full lengths of their steaming cocks far into the shuddering depths of her pussy, and then they were both unleashing their own seminal spurts.
"YYYYAAAA RRRRGGGG HHHHAAAA ... NNNNGGGGHHHH AAAAWWWWAAAA ... RRRRGGGGHHHHUUUU ... NNNNGGGGHHHH ... AAAGGGGHHHHUUUUGGGGHHHHH!" Harry bellowed, sending his seed firing as far up into Loretta's intestines as possible.
"YYYYEEEEAAAA ... RRRRGGGGHHHH ... HHHHAAAANNNN GGGGHHHH ... OOONNNN-GGGGHHHH ... GGGGHHHH UUUUNNNN GGGGHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH!" Kevin gasped, also spurting what little seed he had left into Loretta's cunt.
Jerry Doan still stood there, watching, knowing this was the climax of it all. His promotion to vice president was assured. His need for Loretta was still great, and from now on she would be fucking for no one other than him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Loretta found it hard to believe. She was no longer a slave to Jerry Doan, but his wife. They were honeymooning now, taking a Caribbean cruise, and Jerry was in their cabin, resting, while she stood on deck, feeling sated, but not satiated. Funny, but since she had married Jerry, great as he had been, he hadn't been able to totally satisfy her any longer. Not that he didn't have staying power. He was as good as ever, and she always pretended that he was making her feel wonderful. But the truth was, her body had become so innured to having so many cocks, no one cock was satisfying any longer. No one cock would ever content her again.
The breeze from the ocean filled her nostrils, and she struggled to take her mind from the intensifying needs of her body. After all, she was no longer enslaved to anyone. She was free to love and be loved.
Or was she?
It suddenly occurred to Loretta that where she had been enslaved by Jerry Doan, before, punished with a multitude of penises, not to mention vaginas, now her body needed sex like a narcotic. She realized she was becoming a slave to her physical desires. Yes, she needed sex, needed it badly. She needed to be fucked even more than she needed to be loved. She needed to be fucked with consistency for about two or three hours running-at the very least-perhaps even longer.
She was on the deck below the one where she and Jerry had their cabin, and she was walking past a row of lower class cabins when she heard the sounds coming from the one cabin with lights still coming from its portholes at this time of night. Curious, she walked over and peered in, and she saw a group of kids, perhaps in their late teens or early twenties-six of them-three boys and three girls-all naked, all indulging in the time-honored sport of fucking and sucking, and all of them trying to enjoy themselves, but all of them doing it amateurishly.
The mere sight of them set Loretta on fire. Yes, she was still enslaved, still helpless, still trapped by her body. She had no choice but to do as her body wished. She knew Jerry would be asleep by now, and this would be her only chance for some real satisfaction on this cruise. If she didn't act now, she would be forever trapped with only one cock.
Trying the cabin door, she was surprised to find it open. Entering, she shut the door behind her, then shut the shades over the portholes. She noticed the kids were so stoned, they were totally unaware of her presence. That was good. It meant they probably would never remember her the following day.
Hurriedly, she undressed, putting her clothing where no one would touch it, and then moved into the tangle of mixed male and female bodies, surrounding herself with cocks and cunts and breasts, inhaling the rich aroma of sexual arousal, knowing she would never again be happy unless intermingling with multitudes of sex organs. As she sank her cunt down on one cock of a man too out-of-his-gourd to know what was happening, she leaned forward and began sucking on another cock while her hands gripped two cunts and she began fingering them. When the third cock moved into her rectum, its owner totally unaware of who she was, not caring in the least, she felt one orgasm after another begin exploding in her body, and Loretta knew this was really living ... really living.
