Was it the soothing shower water that aroused sensuous feelings the shapely young brunette felt rising in her loins? Or was it the prospect of meeting that handsome aerospace engineer at the party? Whatever the reason, Helen Magnason felt a need rising in her virginal pussy, a demand to which she was unaccustomed.
As the gentle water from the shower trickled over her silkenly-smooth skin, she let her head tilt back to receive its blessing, and unconsciously allowed one finger to inch its way towards the core of her growing passion. As the tip of her pleasure-seeking finger found the tense bud of her clitoris, she heard an audible sigh escape her lips.
"M-m-m-m." It was a soft moan of pleasure, but one that had its origins deep within her being. She did not stop to inquire about what it meant. She only knew that in the warm shower, strange and otherwise forbidden desires oozed out of her, and she had to yield to temptation.
Helen's pleasure-seeking fingers now spread the petal-like lips of her tender young pussy, and the frantically vibrating finger plunged as deeply as her virginal membrane would permit. She worked the hard digit violently, sending warm waves of sultry sensuality coursing through her naked body. It was as if a lust-hardened cock were ramming madly in and out of her seething cunt, as if one of the lusty workmen from the plant were with her in the shower and really fucking her, pounding an irresistibly turgid cock in and out of her cunt.
"M-m-m-m," she sighed, imagining Ed Banks, a handsome riveter at the aerospace plant, fucking her violently with the massive cock she'd sometimes noticed bulging boldly in the confines of his work overalls.
Vigorously, her finger slid between the fiery lips of her pussy, till suddenly her whole body erupted in searing bursts of ecstatic passion. The roiling sensations shot upward to her heaving bosom, hardening the nipples of her voluptuously-rounded breasts and making them tingle deliciously. Repeatedly, she frigged her now-molten cunt, squeezing every exciting bit of orgasmic delight from her lithe young body. This was the supreme pleasure for Helen, but it was the very feeling she feared and hated most within herself. This was the thing her grandmother had warned her about and had strictly forbidden.
Helen had been raised by her old-fashioned grandmother. She never knew her parents, who had died in a plane crash when she was a few months old. She remembered her grandmother saying that it was an act of Providence. Her father had been a wicked and sensual man who took advantage of the youthful innocence of her mother. Whenever Helen saw a photo of her late father with a dapper moustache on his handsome face she saw an evil man who took away her mother. Now her grandmother was dead, too, and she lived by herself in the old brick house.
The young brunette felt the passion suddenly subside in her twenty-four-year-old body. The thought of her grandmother had cooled her, brought her back to reality. Why did she have these dirty feelings, this evil need to revel in the voluptuous pleasure of her body? She'd had a decent upbringing, been protected from bad influences. Was there something wrong with her? She wondered as she stared down at her hair-tufted pussy, the last remnants of sexual pleasure lingering deep within. She shut off the shower water, watched as the final rivulets ran down to the silky-fine hair of her cuntal nest.
She took a deep breath and shook away her feelings of guilt. She had an affair to go to this evening, a small party at the home of her friends, Lon O'Neill and his young wife. They made her feel at ease, filled the hours of loneliness that had overcome her since the death of her grandmother.
Helen realized how completely that woman had dominated her life. Every waking moment of her young life had been filled with the presence of her grandmother, that stern figure of authority. Now she was gone.
Helen dried herself hurriedly, left the shower and dressed for the evening. She picked out a bright pink dress, her most seductive, an image briefly flickering in her mind of George Gerson, an engineer consulting for a month at the plant. Then she left the old brick house in which she had lived her entire twenty-four years.
The O'Neills lived nearby, and she strolled over to their place. Lon was personnel director at the plant, though only twenty-eight. He met her at the door with a wide grin and a welcoming gesture. Helen thought he looked at her as though he wanted to undress her on the spot. She was just imagining things, she told herself sternly. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that his piercing brown eyes were gazing hungrily at her body.
Helen's silky brown hair swung around her lovely face like a schoolgirl's. Her limpid eyes, delicate nose and bow-like mouth twitched in an effort to keep from crying. The man's piercing eyes assessed and visually fondled her luminous white skin, from her pretty face, down her slender throat, to the ripely-swelling mounds of her breasts. What was wrong with Lon tonight? She and his wife, Nan, were old friends from school, though Nan had been two years ahead of her. Despite her lovely dress, Helen felt naked under his eyes, as though he could see her narrow waist, voluptuously curved hips and long, slender thighs. Maybe the pink dress was too sexy.
A grin suddenly creased Lon's good-looking face, a muscle twitching in his firm jaw as he reached out one arm to encircle her waist and pull her into the living room. "How's the prettiest gal at the plant? We're glad you could come, and I've never seen you so ravishing. You're a beautiful woman, Helen."
"Lon. Please. I shouldn't have come over. I tried to tell Nan. I ... I ... really don't want to meet Mr. Gerson."
"He'll love you, sweetheart. Don't think I don't, too." His lips stole a quick kiss as he led her to a long red couch. "I'll get you a drink."
She watched him stride through the dining room, and her nervousness increased. Lon had never acted this way before. The quiet, easy charm that he usually exhibited had turned into something else in that brief moment. He looked like a man who was about to do battle and had no doubts about his ability to win. Helen shivered. Her whole world had come apart since her grandmother died. Her defenses were gone.
Till now, Lon had looked and acted exactly like what he was, a serious young executive, and her best friend's husband. He was a shade above middle height, with thick, wavy, black hair and brown eyes that varied from hot to cold in a flash, but were usually controlled to calmness. His control only added to his seriousness and made him look older than his twenty-eight years.
Tonight he looked different to Helen, so different that she was a little frightened. But then everything frightened her these days. Why had she come? It was going to be awful, particularly with a strange man present. Nan meant well, always wanting to introduce her to eligible men. Why couldn't the O'Neills leave her alone and accept her for what she was an old-maid secretary who'd buried her last relative and wasn't interested in men?
She could hear laughter from the kitchen now the O'Neills' familiar bantering, and a strange new voice, a deep, masculine voice. Helen half-rose from the sofa. She thought wildly of running out now, running back home where she belonged, away from these well-meaning friends who just couldn't understand her need to live her life her own way. Her indecisiveness and her sympathy for their good intentions stopped her in her tracks.
"Helen, dear. You must be dying of thirst. Why did Lon leave you in here all alone?" Nan rushed forward to kiss her on the cheek, then drew back smiling and winked slyly. "You won't be alone now. Look what I captured for you tonight that handsome charmer himself, George Gerson." Just the name sent a shiver of erotic anticipation through Helen. She had not been able to ignore the handsome engineer, who was consulting at the plant for a month during the start-up of a program to produce the new Cruise missile.
Her lively friend, Nan, led a tall man of about thirty-two over to Helen. His hand came out to enclose hers, grasping it warmly. "You must know about Nan's penchant for matchmaking. You've probably been a victim of it before. I've been warned. Let's fool her, shall we? Tell you what, I'll promise to dislike you if you'll dislike me back, all right?" He grinned down at her, white teeth flashing in his tanned, handsome face. He had a thin moustache.
Helen found herself laughing with him at Nan's obviousness and feeling better than she had in a long time. Relief flooded through her that this tall man understood, that she wouldn't have to go through the agony of pretended interest in someone she'd just met.
"George. I can't think of anything I'd rather do than thwart Nan by disliking you." Helen laughed warmly, accepting a drink from Lon's outstretched tray.
"To the end of all well-meaning friends," George laughed. They toasted and drank, the ice broken.
"I think you're both terrible," Nan pouted, lips turning up in a smile in spite of herself. "Terrible and mean. Spoiling a wife's fun."
"Not everyone thinks marriage is bliss, honey," Lon teased, "and I must say there are times..." His voice trailed off. He wasn't completely joking, he realized ruefully. Damn, he wished Nan would get off her high-horse sometimes, stop complaining about looking after their young kids. Hell, there were a lot of things he wished like finally making it with Helen Magnason, for one. If ever there was a wasted and luscious broad, it was Helen Magnason. He'd wanted to ram it into the hot little piece ever since he met her at his wedding to Nan. Now that her grandma was dead, and the fun had left his marriage, he could give it some serious effort. Nan was a pretty blonde, but at twenty-six, and with three kids, she no longer held any fascination for Lon. He just had to fuck Helen.
He'd had it all worked out till his wife, with her usual meddling, had invited George over tonight for Helen. Lon had planned to walk Helen home after dinner, be the sympathetic friend, get her drunk and let her have it. But no, Nan had to invite that consulting engineer, who probably had a cunt in every plant. Lon poured another scotch and soda and drank it down angrily. Well, little Nan better not pull that headache crap tonight. No matter how many men she arranged for Helen, Lon was still going to get into that lovely little cunt's pussy if it was the last thing he ever did. He hoped George wouldn't get there first.
It was a miracle to Helen, too, that she was away from the big brick house where she now lived alone. She actually found herself having a good time. As the evening progressed, the thought of going back to the dreary walls that held such terrible memories for her grew more and more depressing. The house, with its heavy drapes, the scene of her submission to her grandmother all these years, was giving her the shakes. She had often imagined what it would be like to get fucked by the good-looking Lon. There'd been no way out. Her grandmother had seen to that. Helen shook herself out of it, and the rest of the evening passed pleasantly.
It grew late, and George suddenly put his hand on her arm. "Just to prove to Nan how sadly her arranging has failed, I'm going to drive you home, Helen," he said. "I have a hard day tomorrow and I think you're tired, too."
She rose obediently. "I am tired. It's been a wonderful evening."
"Don't try to make up to me now," Nan joked. "Remind me, Lon, never to invite these two again." Her blonde curls shook vehemently. "And don't forget that all you're proving by going home with George is how good a friend I am.
It had been a good evening, the best in along, long time. Helen hadn't really wanted to go yet, but her old house and all that went with it would await her no matter what time she went home. They went outside and she slid into the car beside George Gerson, still laughing over the teasing barbs they'd improvised for Nan's benefit. Then suddenly he pulled her against him hard, capturing her soft mouth with his before she could do more than utter a surprised yelp.
He kissed her deeply and long, crushing her so hard to his chest that he could feel her heart beating wildly. He felt one soft hand touch his face tentatively, the fingertips just grazing his smoothly-shaved cheek while the other pushed hard against his shoulder to break his hold. She wanted it, all right, but she was trying to tell herself that nice girls didn't.
Helen could feel George's strong arms holding her in a vise-like grip, his mouth bruising her lips, his tongue sinking deeply into her mouth and probing lewdly. What was the matter with him? He'd been so nice all evening, and then to grab her so gruffly like this. Her breasts were crushed hard against his chest, his thigh pressed hotly against hers, and a strangely-creeping warmth was stealing through her body. She could hardly breathe. Finally, she twisted her head away and gasped, "Stop it ... please ... you mustn't ... I..."
"Don't try to stop me. You want it, too. You look so damned beautiful. I love you." Just as abruptly, he pulled away from her, started the car, turned on the headlights and pulled away from the curb.
"Now, Susie, I want you to stick your finger into your crotch and get it plenty wet with your cunt juice. Then stick it up your ass."
"Wha-what?" she squeaked in shocked surprise.
"Just do it."
He had to help her, but at last she got her finger punched through her own ass muscle. He held her hand and ran her long finger deep inside her. "Oww!" she gasped at the pain of her forced self-violation.
"Ahhhh," he went. "You see, Susie, you have a thin membrane that separates your ass and your cunt. I can feel your finger through that wall. I can fuck you and enjoy the pressure of your finger on my cock through your membrane." Already he enjoyed the new, sexy pleasure.
She whimpered but kept her finger up her ass for his pleasure. Now he fucked her in a fast wild ride, as she sat in his lap, facing him. His excited cock rose right up and burst and even as he went faint with his spending fury, he marveled at the amount of spurting jism the young girl teased out of him. That finger in her ass certainly added joy.
She clung to him, soft, moist and naked, and she took his spurting come with hot little cries of surprise. Quite a woman. The Judge, he thought, had fucked a good fuck on the night he made this baby in his wife's cunt. Satisfied, he let the girl remove her finger from her ass.
"What the hell," he said. Cock still in her. he fingered her clit and gave her her first orgasm, not big or powerful, but definite throbs of submitting womanhood. It was worth it to see the look of surprise on her face, experiencing her first deep-gut sexual thrill. For sure, she hadn't come to the Jumper's rape.
Then he shoved her back in the car and joined the Jumper.
"We'd better get the hell out of here," said the Jumper, nervous now that he'd satisfied his sex needs. "Some cops might cruise this road."
"Okay. Take the kid back to the Caddy and watch her. You remember where we hid it?"
"Sure. I'm gone."
Bock went back and sat next to the other woman who stretched out on the forest grass, moaning. Her hands covered her cunt and she rocked from side to side.
"Is Susan all right?" she asked weakly.
"How noble you worry about her in all your own pain," he said. He scooped up some dirt and dropped it into her mouth. She howled and sat up to spit it out.
"You mean, vicious-"
He hit her. "I talk; you listen. Or else I'll piss in your mouth next time. All your life people have played up to you. Guys bow and scrape before that terrific face and body. Then you marry an old fart judge and the world really has to kowtow to you. Take all this as a lesson in humility, doll."
He combed her pubic hairs with his fingers and felt her cunt. She jerked back in pain. He grunted in satisfaction, got to his knees and straddled her.
"Now lick my cock clean, Mrs. Judge. We can start all nice and fresh."
Her face was a study of disgust as he made her suck off his prick which was encased in the dried juices from his and Susie's fuck. She not only cleaned his cock, she gave him a full, standing hard-on.
Then he spread her legs and began to fuck her. She came right off the ground as just his cock head dug into her inner cunt lips. Her scream was full-bodied and luscious, hanging on the night air. Her cunt torn up by his stick, was puffed almost closed as the hard cock unsealed it. There was still some of the Jumper's come inside her which his prick rubbed into her wounds.
"Ah, no, no, no."
"That's the way," he cheered her on. "Wiggle your butt and take it."
"Ah, God, no!" she wailed as his cock continued to open her sore vagina.
"Soft as silk," he complimented her.
"Please don't do this. Oh, it hurts. Oh, oh, oh," she went. "Oh, please don't fuck me."
"Imagine those poor bastards that beg before the Judge," he said. "How they beg! How they squirm."
"I can't stand this. Truly I can't."
"I believe you. I really cut you up," he laughed. He felt wonderfully alive and sexed up as he drove his prick faster into her.
"Ah, oh, no, eh, ah, no," she babbled.
He'd never had such a ride. The beautiful, nude woman was alive under him in the extremity of her pain. Spittle gathered at the corner of her lips. Her eyes went large in shock at the ceaseless agony. Her body rolled, twisted, jerked, humped and lunged as if she were a fish with a cruel metal hook cutting into her pink, tender flesh. He felt her soft muscles strain as she tried to throw him off. No luck. She had to take every brutal stroke his prick gave her.
To Rochelle, her belly felt on fire, as if he fucked her with a white-hot poker. Every inch of her vagina suffered. Worse, it was a smallish pain, not enough to send her into a merciful faint. Just like a chain saw being drawn over her soft body tissues. It went on and on until she feared she might lose her mind as she babbled and moaned endlessly. How much could a human body take?
Bock came up to a high, joyous plane of realized sexuality. His cock rose slowly to more delicious heights than with his first fuck with the girl. That young cunt had taken only five minutes to seed. He made Rochelle take ten hard minutes of prick, made her sore cunt first manufacture his jism in delightful friction and then receive the male gut juice she'd stirred him to make.
"AH, GOD!" He squeezed off hot spurts into her body. Those new gushes of slightly acid sperm made her scream again.
"AHHHH, NOOO, NOOO," she keened.
It was a perfect fuck for him. Making the woman suffer exquisite pain while he enjoyed exquisite pleasure. He spurted masterfully and felt her jerk uncontrollably. Her nervous system overloaded. The pain finally drove her unconscious, her slackness more sexy to him than her orgasm would've been. He'd fucked her unconscious. He clung to her and spurted the last of his joy into her, then kissed and licked her sweet, still face in appreciation.
"Ah, Mrs. Judge, you were the best fuck of my life," he told the unconscious woman. He laid on her for a long time in his after-fuck euphoria, remembering each event that had reduced her to a groveling, pain-wracked human animal...
Bock and the Jumper shoved Rochelle into the Cadillac alongside Susan. Rochelle was dazed, helpless, unable to take coherent action for several hours. But Susan only faked being asleep. Bock found a rock and really put Susan to sleep with a whack on the head that cold-cocked her. That gave them the head start they needed.
"You think there's any way they can find us?" asked the Jumper as they drove off in their own car.
"No way. They can search the wide world. And will, if I know the Judge."
"While we're safe in prison," laughed the Jumper. "Me in a cell, you on the guard roster."
"The one place they'll never look," Bock agreed. "Two rapists, already located in prison ... Every time you escape, Jumper, you make my life interesting. These long, slow trips back when they send me to pick you up in some city or county jail. Third time, isn't it?"
"Yeah. Remember those waitresses we tumbled the last time?"
"And double-fucking that scared housewife the first time," said Bock. "But this was the best. We've got the hang of it now. Country bars, late at night. I've got a feeling you'll escape again soon, Jumper."
"My God, Bock, don't make it soon," said the Jumper nervously. "My sentences already string out to a hundred and twenty years."
"Make you a deal," said Bock. "We'll stop at two hundred. We ought to be fucked out by then."
CHAPTER TWO
Hot thrills shot through the nubile young body of Helen Magnason, and a riot of feelings she could not have described raced through her mind. She knew only that they added up to pleasure an evil pleasure that threatened to overcome her knowledge that what she was doing was wrong.
The powerful arms that surrounded her were both her prison and her freedom, and the masculine scent that rose off the heated body of the aerospace engineer was a mesmerizing tonic. She wondered if this were all a dream, some strangely real nightmare that was somehow exquisitely pleasurable. Then she saw her nude body in the mirrored wall, and she knew that it was indeed happening to her.
"Don't fight it," the powerful man said. "Don't fight me. I love you, Helen."
She tried to speak but was unable, and then she saw his strong hand moving inexorably into the wiry hair of her cuntal mound. Her warm pussy moisture was seeping excitedly from deep inside her to dampen her tender thighs on the inside, just where her legs joined. Her cheeks were still wet, but her eyes stared wildly back at her, glazed in a mixture of terror, pleasure and awe.
The fiery heat from his hand flowed right through her flesh wherever it touched, firing some inner flame deep in her love-starved female flesh. She heard him moan low in his throat and felt him turn her around to crush her up against his naked, wanting body.
"Oh, Helen!" His mouth attacked hers, and she was crushed delectably against the hard, hairiness of his strong, male body. She felt his tongue plunge deeply into her mouth, his arms clenching her painfully, as though he were going to press her completely into his own flesh. "Ohhhhh," he moaned.
It seemed she couldn't get close enough. Her own arms crept around his neck as she opened her mouth wide to receive his wet, searching tongue. She could feel the hot, throbbing instrument of his rod, rigidly erect and clasped tightly between their naked, pressed bodies as her voluptuous breasts crushed hard into his hairy chest. The incredibly exciting messages filling her brain were cutting off good sense and sound reasoning.
George plunged deeply into her warm, velvety-soft mouth with his tongue, his cock jerking, still imprisoned between their hot, straining bodies. Never mind that now. He was going to bury his cock to the hilt in that sweet little pussy. She was getting hotter by the second, and he was going to flame that inner fire to furnace-like heat. He massaged her smooth, rounded buttocks with both hands now, cupping them to lift her up to him even harder.
Stopping a little, hm wrapped his arms under her buttocks to raise her against him till her head was above his, still locked to his mouth, and then let her beautifully naked body slide slowly down over his own. George could feel her smooth, soft flesh slide excitingly down against his thick, blood-swollen cock, pressing the tender foreskin downwards. He couldn't wait. He had to stick it in her, shove it into that hot little cunt, silky-smooth and waiting between the legs of the lithe and lovely brunette. She was gorgeous.
When Helen was standing again on the floor, he released her mouth, staring down at her with gleaming eyes that bored into her soul. His eyes flamed fiercely and she felt her whole body quake and shiver. Her fingers trembled with the erotic volcano that was erupting inside her. Solemnly, he kissed her fingers, one by one, never taking his hot, lusting eyes from her face. She was mesmerized by this romantic man.
"O-h-h-h. Helen!" he sighed at last, turning his head so his jaw pressed her temple, the image of their two bodies, pressed together from head to toe, springing into view in the bathroom doorway. "Look at us," he whispered. "Look how we look together. like two race horses in heat." Her eyes leaped to his in the mirror and then saw the beauty of their naked bodies, so lewdly intertwined. His hardness against her tender softness, his lean strength against her swelling lushness as they stood, belly, breast, thigh, faces together.
Her eyes widened in fear and amazement as she saw his long, thick prick pressed blunt-headed in between them. It was an instrument of torture, of agony. How could it be so massive? As a child, she'd once seen a man's when she'd inadvertently rushed into a public men's room. It had seemed only a limp, purple-headed, pathetic little instrument. The facts taught in sex education were not even close to the incredible reality of seeing this gigantic, pulsing thing. It looked even bigger than it felt down there against her fearfully quivering body.
Suddenly, the horror of what she was doing, where she was that she was with this man, hit her with the full impact of her guilt and shame. She'd been able to bear her grandmother's warnings all these years only because slim knew she was an innocent, a virgin, in fact, pure, despite the old woman's suspicions. Yet, here she stood, hotly panting beside a naked man who was obviously only after her purity, the only weapon she'd had against her shame and guilt. She'd be ruined, forever ruined.
Tearing herself from his arms, she tried to pick up her clothes. She was terrified and frantic to get away from this threatening stranger. Oh, why had she let this maniac in the house? She had to stop him.
"What are you doing?" he roared incredulously, grabbing her arms.
"Look at us?" she asked, mimicking him. "You want me to look at us in the mirror. Well, I looked and I saw," she blazed at him furiously. "My grandmother was right. You, you just want to..." Tears of rage, disappointment and shame welled up.
"Say it. I want to fuck you. Yes, I want to fuck you, and what's more, you want it, too. I can't believe this. You're out of a story book. You're a prick tease." He shook her, his hands pressing brutally into her arms. "No woman teases me, Sleeping Beauty!"
"Please, please!" she wept in terror and pain. "No, please, please let me go!" she sobbed. "Don't force me to do it and make me hate you."
"You won't hate me, you little bitch! I can promise you that," he snarled wildly, turning her around and shoving her further into the bathroom, right up close to the mirrored wall. Catching her elbows behind her back, he held her captive. "Look at yourself!" he thundered, grabbing her jaw and forcing her head up till her eyes lifted to the image of her naked, recoiling body and a bit of his body, naked behind her.
Helen saw her eyes wide with terror, the eyes of a captive animal, cornered and beginning to lose hope. Her cheeks were wet with tears, mouth slack and bubbling with sobs. "Pl-e-e-ese," she groaned.
"You see these tits?" George roared. "They're perfect for a man's mouth to suck on and tease." He flicked the stiffly reddened tips of her nipples with his fingernail. She shivered and moaned, the nipples closing even tighter to rigidly pointed tips. The velvety soft flesh of the areolas clenched and darkened around them. "You know why they swell out like that? Because they want to be sucked and bitten and chewed till they blow up like balloons." His hand came up to cover one milky-white, fleshy mound of her breast. "You know why that feels so good, so delicious? Because it makes your hot little pussy get all ready for my cock."
He moved slightly so she could see the thick, long rod of male flesh poling up from his dark, wiry pubic hair. He had an immense cock, thick-veined and swollen.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned helplessly.
"I'm going to teach you a few things, Helen." His voice was hard and unforgiving. She could feel his anger almost suffocating her in the room, that room so full of their naked reflections no matter where she looked. The sobs still bubbled up from her chest and they brought a hopelessness she'd never experienced before. Here in this house, she was going to be raped and ruined forever. She sagged against the arm that held her pinned like a helpless child.
"Oh, please!" she wailed.
"I said look!" he roared wildly, snapping her jaw up again. Her eyes opened painfully. She obeyed wearily and fearfully. He could do worse than rape, she knew, if she fought him. He could break every bone in her body with those hard, powerful hands. "You're a secretary, right? Well, now I'm going to be the boss. See my cock, the boss' cock?" He stroked the length of the rigidly hot rod with one hand, moving the foreskin back and forth until she could see that the huge, bulbous head of the fleshy shaft was oozing a thin white liquid. "The boss doesn't like to be teased. When my cock stands up, it's ready to ram into your hot little pussy." His breath was hissing through his nose and made a thrill pass through her as it tickled the flesh of her face.
"Ohhhhhh." She watched in horror as his hand came out, snaking across her white belly and down into the pale brown triangle of her pubic hair.
"I love your pussy." He stood behind her and put both arms in front along her sides, both hands down between her legs, spreading her thighs slightly till she stood in an obscene position with her legs spread wide apart. Helen could feel the mammoth length of his cock pressing tightly into her naked buttocks, sending pulsing messages of desire tingling up and down her backbone, lewd messages that her passion-confused brain did not want to translate, but her body received anyway. She fought it, but she wanted it.
His hands moved, the forefinger of each tracing excitingly along the soft pink outer edges of her cunt, fringed with sparsely curling pubic hair. "I love the lips of your cunt," he sighed as his fingers slid hotly back and forth over the blood-swollen cuntal lips. She could see the rounded lips moisten. "Just inside it is s-o-o-o sensitive," he crooned. His fingers touched the glistening inner lips that he peeled open to her amazed eyes. She stared in fascination as his fingers smoothed up and down till she could feel the sticky moisture of her cuntal secretions flowing warmly between her legs. Passion warmed her insides.
"See up here," he panted, his eyes fastened on the mirror image of her pussy where his fingers played and stroked obscenely. "It's your clit." His finger darted to touch something that looked like a tiny fold of flesh at the upper end of the finger-spread little slit. Helen felt as though her whole body were electrified by the sizzling jolt that shocked her. He'd touched her core, the very core of her being, and it buzzed like an alarm button that sent shivers of combined pleasure and pain along her every nerve, a thousand times more powerful than when she had touched it in the shower several hours before.
"When you are naughty, you rub your fingers there, as I'm doing now, don't you? You mash it against your finger because it feels so good, right?" His massaging finger followed the motions his voice described. Helen began to shake, her hips arching forward toward the terrible finger that sent these raging storms of desire racing through her helplessly trapped flesh. She remembered once, sitting there and rubbing her thighs together because it felt so delicious on the big sofa. Her grandmother had punished her terribly, beating her bare bottom unmercifully with a ping-pong paddle. She'd been so sore she literally couldn't sit down, and she'd sobbed for hours in her bed. She hadn't done it again till the past few months after the death of her grandmother.
This indescribably, incredibly exciting feeling was what her grandmother had punished her for. This feeling was what she wasn't supposed to feel. It was a sin to feel like this. A sin she'd never be forgiven for now. She was feeling it, and it was so good.
"That's where it is, Helen. That's it. Squirm up to meet me," he said. "Squirm up to meet me."
George could feel her quiver under his lewd ministrations. He watched her hips lunge forward in the slow, undulating grind of a woman in heat, grinding her tiny, throbbing clitoris up to his wildly massaging finger. Watching in the bathroom mirror, he could see the rosy pink cuntal flesh in firmly swollen lips, wet and shining with her moisture. Carefully, he peeled the soft, hair-fringed lips back till he could see the tiny bud of her clitoris, erect and quivering like a tiny blood-gorged prick.
She was moaning and wailing in spite of herself now, then holding her breath as she saw her own clitoris reflected in the mirror and his finger pressing hard on the tiny button. The beautiful young secretary jerked like a calf at the touch of an electric cattle prod, and George could feel his cock pulsing wildly against her silky-smooth, gyrating buttocks. Soon he would fuck the brown-haired beauty.
The mirrors reflected the soft white flesh of her beautiful nakedness, thighs splayed wide, head down and then thrown back against his shoulder, the heavily rounded young breasts heaving voluptuously, pelvis arching lewdly up to his tensingly working finger. That was the firmest, wettest, pinkest little cunt he'd ever seen. Young and tender and ready. He moved a hand up to enclose the resilient heaviness of one breast and began sliding his middle finger along the entire length of her excitedly slickened cuntal furrow, making a lewdly wet slurping sound with each forward thrust of her involuntarily moving hips.
"Ohhhhhh," she breathed softly as she felt and saw him manipulate her nakedly alive body, his hands darkly tanned against her whiteness. Her breasts felt tender and swollen.
Her cunt was flowering wetly, opening like a lascivious pink rose, spreading its soft-petaled lips wide to the burning touch of his hand.
She was a slut writhing to the master's touch, her flesh sensuously eager and urging, wanting his hotly insistent hands never to stop their insanely libidinous machinations. She stared at her own body. Only her eyes told her it was herself and not a character in a weird pornographic movie. It was she herself who was enjoying this lewd, fleshy hell. She was reacting and participating. Her own flesh, her own nakedly wanting flesh. Could her grandmother have known all the time that she was a slut, that under her demure, modest appearance there raged a latent whore who needed only the opportunity to expose herself? Could she have known that the real Helen Magnason was a slut, a brazen whore?
"Ahhhhh," George groaned, and turned her around, clutching her to him fiercely, pressing the heaving milky-white breasts into him as hard as he could. Then he found her mouth. George could still see her, imprinted behind his eyeballs, burned in rosy color into his brain as he closed his eyes and plunged his tongue into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. His tongue rammed into her mouth ferociously as his lust-incited cock pounded against her belly in excitedly frantic little jerks.
He tore his mouth away finally to pant, "I'm going to fuck you silly, you beautiful little bitch!" Catching her hand, he pulled away just enough to guide it down over his rigid, upstanding cock. He watched in the mirror the visual ecstasy of her hand sliding down his aching, bloated dick.
"Caress it for me," he hissed feverishly, never taking his eyes from the lewd image of his eagerly springing shaft enclosed in her soft, reluctant hand, the huge, bulbous head bursting out in a lewd purple bloom. His hands moved to stroke her coral-tipped breasts into rigidly peaked cones.
Looking into his eyes, glued in heated lusty fascination to the mirrored reflection of their naked bodies, she stared quizzically at him, afraid and uncertain. Stalling again, he thought, as he grabbed her loosely gripping hand and squeezed it hard over his almost bursting cock, fiercely jerking her hand under his guiding one, up and down, up and down.
"I said caress it!" She pulled up and down on the thick, massive bulk of his prick. It was new in her hand, feeling the blood coursing wildly under the heated skin. She saw the veins crisscross the Surface, the passionately red rim of the big head with its tiny oozing slit. Helen could not imagine how it could ever penetrate her between the legs without killing her. How could she possibly hold its enormity within the small fleshy folds he had revealed to her where her thighs joined? She knew it was possible, for the human race could only reproduce through this dirty thing she knew was about to be done to her.
"That's it, Helen," he panted obscenely, thrusting his hips forward so the lewdly slippery cockhead touched against the tender skin of her naked belly. She shrank back, her skin recoiling from the feel of that hot, pulsing instrument that was to be the final destruction of all that her grandmother had taught her was sacred.
Suddenly she felt ill, as though she were going to throw up the contents of her dinner all over this mirrored bathroom, all over his naked, lusting male body. She couldn't do this shameful thing. She just couldn't. She pulled away from him in horror, trying to quiet her churning stomach.
"I can't!" she sobbed, fresh tears pouring from her eyes. "I can't let you..."
"Well, we'll see," he said, picking her up to sling her over his shoulder like a sack and carrying her out the door toward the huge bed in her grandmother's bedroom. Her hands beat wildly and ineffectually against his back. She was sobbing uncontrollably, wriggling and beating at him with her little fists, which he ignored. He jerked the coverlet back, and then the blanket and top sheet. Fuckin' bitch. If she wanted rape, that's just what she'd get.
He flung her onto the cool white sheets, her head snapping back onto the pillow. The beautiful brunette felt small, weak and miserable, tears streaking her tortured face. George bolted from the room and quickly returned. Suddenly, she saw him above her, toweringly naked, the belt from his pants in his hand. Before she could resist, he had knotted the belt around one of her slender wrists and secured it to a bedpost. She was numb with fear and could only watch helplessly as he moved swiftly around the big bed, tying her other wrist and both ankles to the remaining bedposts with her grandmother's fine silk stockings which he had gotten from the chest of drawers. Then he ruthlessly threw himself on her, forcing her lovely legs fully apart. She lay obscenely spread-eagled beneath him, helpless. He dropped his head to catch a beautiful mound of breast in his mouth. She pulled against her bonds, but it was no use.
"Ohhhhh!" she screamed as she felt his mouth close on her naked, heaving breast. Her arms strained weakly against the bonds, her legs trying to scissor closed, but she was trapped, pinned helplessly by the stockings and his strong, hard body. She could feel his tongue swirling around her nipple, which had leaped into his mouth in quivering attention. Oh no! What was he doing?
She could feel the hot breath rushing raggedly through his nose against her soft, shrinking flesh as the blazingly burning mouth began to suck at her breast in a fierce motion that sent finely driving needles of pleasure threading through her body. Something strange was happening to her down there, between her legs. The nausea had fled and was now replaced by a sort of tingling sensation in the middle the wet, quivering lips of her cunt. The sensitive labia seemed to be moving in time to his voraciously sucking mouth. It was a feeling of longing, of loneliness, of yearning that she knew only too well. Since her grandmother's death, it had taunted her day and night. She was almost afraid to go to work at the aerospace plant now, for fear she'd yield to one of the rough workers. Maybe if she let him, this once, she'd be free of all that. Maybe it would satisfy her.
The engineer held her immobile, savagely sinking his teeth into her nipple, knowing the pain would be a pleasure she'd scream for again. Sure enough, Helen heaved her breasts upward in pleasurable agony, muscles rigidifying as her arms and legs tried to escape his cruelly demanding hands and lips. There was something about being tied down. In her helplessness, a sublime feeling of freedom swept over her. It was a freedom from her inner restrictions to give in to this powerfully exciting man.
George slid his mouth over to suck her other ripe, rounded breast. Her scented flesh smelled faintly sweet. He nibbled on the nipple, sucked away at the soft flesh. A keen thrill of erotic pleasure rippled through him.
Sucking harder, he felt the tiny velvety buds on the end of her boob against his tongue. Her sobs were gradually changing to moans. That's it, moan for me, Helen, he thought. The blood was pounding in his temples, echoing in the straining cock that pulsed fitfully above his heavily sperm-laden balls. He was determined to fuck this beautiful young girl.
He drew his mouth out to the very tip of her quivering, alive nipple, leaving a large wet portion of hotly aroused flesh exposed to the air. She could feel the naked man's tongue lick hot little trails from the base to the tip of her huge breast. He licked both breasts all the way around, until both nipples stood up in quivering, wet yearning. The sobs that wracked her slender body were gradually easing to strangely muffled sounds that signaled to George that the young virgin's passion was building.
The frighteningly pleasurable warmth was stealing back through her limbs. The fire, centered somewhere in the depths of her desire-wracked belly, was growing and spreading. It brought a lassitude that relaxed her arms and legs, the muscles gradually easing to limpness against the sheets. A numbing blankness was creeping through her brain, thought was shrinking out of her consciousness and pure feeling was taking over her entire being. She was becoming a sexual thing.
"Hot-cunted little bitch," George muttered against the hot, white satin of her skin, kissing the valley between Helen's full, wide-set breasts, up her breastbone to her throat where her pulse beat wildly in the softly tendoned cage. He could feel her shiver and shake beneath him. She was heating up just fine, and the thought sent a sharp, stabbing shiver of lust down his spine that dove inward to pierce his cum-bloated balls. He was almost ready to fuck her.
"M-m-m-m," Helen heard him groan in her mouth as his tongue lunged again in between her teeth, probing her mouth deeply. She could feel the hard muscles of his shoulders and arms bulge as he tightened his hold on her, his weight pressing her into the crisp sheets. It was suddenly a weight she felt she could bear forever. One hand came loose from a stocking and timidly strayed down his naked, hard body. She no longer felt pinned down, but protected by the strong, muscular male body, the wide shoulders narrowing delightfully to lean buttocks. Even as she held him deliciously close between her legs, she wanted to be even closer.
"Ohhhhh!" slim groaned and writhed beneath him, feeling again the sliding delicacy of his middle finger in her softly seeping cuntal slit.
"Helen, stop kidding yourself," he rasped. "You're hotter than an exploding missile. I can't wait, Helen. You're all ready. I'm going to put my cock right up in your hot little cunt." He panted, catching his impatiently throbbing prick and placing it in position right at the entrance to her wetly spread cuntal lips.
"You're blowing up on the launching pad."
Her eyes opened, the glaze of passion suddenly tinged with fear at the lewdness of his words. "Oh, please, don't! Please stop! Stop now!" The tears poured afresh from her eyes, raw terror shining once more from her face. "I never have! Please don't! All the while she begged him not to, her sensuously responding loins arched up to meet him as her free hand clutched desperately at his shoulder. Her thighs quivered, making the ankles jerk at her grandmother's silk stockings.
If ever a woman needed fucking, this one did. George flexed his knees, tightening his buttocks and spreading the soft, fur-lined vaginal lips. He drove his cockhead into the waiting, quivering pussy-slit spread openly beneath him. Her hot little cunt was so tight it was like having his cock squeezed by a vise. He was up inside it only an inch or two. Maybe she was telling the truth. It seemed impossible that a woman this beautiful could be a virgin at her age. There were so many hot-cocked men over at the plant. He shook his head.
"Ohhhhh!" Helen groaned and flailed her head from side to side beneath him as she felt hysteria begin to grip her. She had no name for the helpless sense of total submission that made her want to scream and curse and sob and strike out against this man. He was fucking her. She could feel his great throbbing instrument forcing its way up into her virginal cunt flesh. It was so huge. It would kill her.
Her traitorous body seemed not to heed the terror that was stalking her soul, for luxuriously lascivious sensations of pleasure were still coursing through her just from the feel of the thickly pulsating organ that was thrust only slightly up inside her defensively clenched vagina. Involuntarily, and without her permission, her betraying pelvis ground up to meet him. He eagerly forced the advantage, taking her movement as a signal of final submission.
"Oh, Helen, you're so tight, so good!" he grunted, burying his lips in her neck. "Oh, I can't wait!"
She felt him arch and lunge her hips forward again and she was being split wide, up between her thighs.
"Oh no!" she half-screamed. The pain was excruciating. Then she screamed again in a high, piercing wail, so loud that he was afraid someone would come to investigate. He covered her mouth with his to stifle her. She was telling the truth. She was a virgin. Her tight little cunt was painfully clenched around his cock, so hard and close it felt like she was squeezing the head off.
Something gave when he lunged forward once more, like a missile bursting out of its silo. He'd felt it. The tears were pouring from her eyes again. She was crying pitifully into his mouth from the pain of his cock sunk halfway up inside her.
"Lie still and keep your legs spread," he commanded. "Be very still and I won't move for a minute. It's all right, Helen. It'll stop hurting in just a minute."
"Oh," she sobbed. "It hurts. So terrible! Please." She'd never felt such unbelievable pain. The pulsating head of his dick felt as if it had sliced the helplessly split young vagina in two. She knew she must be bleeding. It couldn't hurt so unbearably without bleeding.
"It always hurts the first time, but it's going to stop soon," he said, kissing her tear-drenched face. George was still amazed that she'd been telling the truth. He'd heard that line from so many women who'd been fucking since they were sixteen.
"Nooooo!" Helen heard the sound come out of her own throat as she felt the brutally mammoth organ jerk deep inside her wide-split belly. It hurt so terribly she didn't know how she was going to stand it. She felt him withdraw a fraction of an inch. She held her breath and then caught it in her throat, anticipating more agony.
Very slowly, George ground his heavily hardened cock forward again and then eased out a bit more, feeling the tightly clenching walls of her vagina hold him in a fiercely biting grip. He'd never felt anything so fantastic. She had the smallest, tightest little cunt he'd ever fucked. The pressure in his balls was excruciating. Suddenly, he couldn't stand it.
To Helen's amazement, the pain was gradually being mixed with a strange, totally unfamiliar excitement. Somewhere in the hysterically frantic workings of her numbed brain, she knew she was no longer a virgin, no longer pure, that her grandmother's predictions had come true. She was a fallen woman, a whore. Her throat closed even tighter as she screamed brokenly, "I don't want to be a whore!"
"You're not a whore, baby," he panted. No whore could be as hot and tight and as fucking good as this.
His hand slipped around to hold her naked. rounded buttocks, lifting her open cuntal split even closer to him as he plunged deeper into the warm, wet tightness of her close-fitting hole. The smooth, rubbery walls were clasping and holding him now in eagerness as he began to unleash the full force of the raging carnality in his thick, blood-engorged cock.
George forced his hands beneath her shoulders, digging under her to feel the soft curves of her smooth, silky back and hips. He felt the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she writhed slowly to him in asultry, teasing rhythm. Her innocence was being overcome by the age-old instincts that flowed hotly in her blood without her knowledge. Wedging his hands under the firmly rounded buttocks, he sucked in his breath and threw his hips forward, feeling her tight, virginal young cunt accepting and absorbing his rigidly driving cock all the way to the hilt.
"Ahhhhhh," slim sighed, but passion had somehow overcome pain. There was a strange, irrational pride in knowing she had taken all of him into her body, deep into the very depths of her belly! "Oh!" Helen cried out at the almost enrapturing sensation of his long, rigid, hard shaft sliding deep into the wildly seething constriction of her tender cunt.
George could feel his cock buried deeply in her tightly clasping cunt, his lust-swollen balls pressed lewdly up into the soft, smooth crevice between her milk-white ass cheeks. The knowledge that he was the first, the only man who'd ever been inside her sweetly flowing pussy sent incredible spasms of enchanting bliss coursing through him.
No one had ever plowed this field before him, and he raked harder into the moist, virginal earth of her beautifully passionate body. There was nothing but the sensation of his heavily swollen cock entombed deeply inside the velvet-like walls of her tight young cunt, nothing except the unbelievably exquisite pleasure of this love-starved young brunette who now wanted him to fuck her as much as he wanted to fuck her.
"Oh, Helen," he groaned. Helen still whimpered at the pain-pleasure of the unexpected agony of his thick cock battering the depths of her soft, yielding body. Her torment now seemed to incite his passion even more, for she could feel him drive even harder into her, grinding his eagerly working loins harshly against her tenderly sensitive pelvis, flexing the huge, bulbous head of his cock at the apex of each thrust and raising more moans from deep in her throat.
She was entirely impaled now on the lewdly rampaging cock that was probing the intricate core of her cuntal depth. She strained up to him, knowing somehow that the pain could only be eased now by pumping straight into it and not trying to avoid it. She was right. A rapturous feeling was beginning to slowly rise in a wave of bliss she could never have imagined.
"Ohhhhh, oh, darling, darling. Take me, take all of me," she begged in the throes of an ecstasy that numbed reason, blanking out the whole world except for the passionate union of their hungrily clinging bodies, the weird thrill of being bound to a bed, naked, legs spread, cunt wide open.
George felt her spread her lovely thighs to the fullest, giving him complete access to the ravishment of her hot, hungry pussy. For the first time, he began to understand the demand of men for virgins down through the ages. It was the best sensation he'd ever had. Knowing it was the only time this first fuck could ever happen to her, and that he was the guy who was giving it to her. He was going out of his mind with rapture.
Helen offered up her entire self to this stranger's demanding, hard body. It was urging her onward and upward to a universe of sensation she had never before entered. The edge of a whirling vortex was beginning to suck her in as his cruelly pillaging prick drove into her sensuously writhing depths. The passionate moans spilled from his lips against her throat where his lips were buried, his mouth blowing in gusts of hot, lascivious anguish on her tenderly naked flesh.
Her traitorous body lurched and arched up to him, straining ever closer to some lewd vision, some pinnacle of delight that awaited her. Miraculously, the pain had gone as he'd predicted. She could now accept his huge, throbbing pole of flesh completely up inside her softly sucking depths with abandoned rapture. She could feel him stroke in and out of her no-longer-virginal cunt-hole with ever-building intensity and she drove him on, the nails of her free hand beginning to rake across his back. There was some plateau beyond them incredible waves that were washing her ever closer, some goal to be reached, unknown, but ecstatic.
"Ohhhhh!" she panted. "Tell me. Show me. Teach me," she begged, tremulous tears of an imagined inadequacy gathering in her eyes.
Her head was flailing from side to side, her body lurching fitfully against the bonds as she trembled with the unbelievable enormity of what she was feeling and experiencing. Her time was close, but he could not hold out. By gritting his teeth and forcibly holding back the threatening flood of semen that was splitting his balls, he could hold out. He had to.
"Just hold me, hang on to me!" He grabbed frantically at her wildly straining thighs till they tore loose from the stockings and locked desperately around his waist as he fucked furiously up between her legs. She responded, riding his throbbing rod of male flesh like a dancer, clenching him feverishly with one arm, one hand and both legs, wails of unintelligible passion now spilling from her lips, her face contorted in the deep throes of the agonizing ecstasy that was flooding over her. His blood-engorged prick fucked relentlessly in and out of her clasping pink pussy-flesh with a noisy, wet sucking sound that was clearly and lewdly audible. He could smell the sweet musky odors of their mutual desire as their bodily secretions poured out and mixed together, lubricating their joined organs.
Suddenly, she tensed to a rigid string of muscle as she arched even higher and George knew it was beginning for her.
"Fuck!" he called out, just as Helen felt the wave suck her into a blinding, exploding, whirling, igniting burst of rapture that showered stars in her head. New worlds spun off with the speed of light, colliding and exploding in sheets of light, flashes brighter than the sun. It was a thousand times better than what she'd done in the shower.
"Eeeeee'ee!" she wailed as her betraying body arched, pushing him with her, completely off the bed till they hung as though suspended in mid-air like a satellite. Then George shot off, triggered by the young brunette's wildly exploding body. Great streams of semen flew from his bursting balls to roar down the constricted channel of his rigid dick into the naked, writhing depths of her belly. His head drew back and the muscles of his neck stood out in thick, bulging cords as he squirted out the thin white jets of cream-like cum deep inside the eagerly receptive womb that sought to suck the very life from him.
"Ohhhhh!" he yelled madly, his body carrying out the action of his words in a frantic effort to force his cock completely through her clenching, rigid body. Again and again he rammed into her, till finally they were both spent and limp and motionless. Gradually, her mind came back into focus. She had been thrilled to the core, but she did not feel good about it. No, she did not feel as satisfied and happy as she should have. She lay there, and as her consciousness returned, she realized that what she had done was terribly wrong.
She felt depraved, evil, dirty. Why had she allowed this man to do this thing to her? Was she some kind of animal? Had all the teaching she had received as a child been wasted on her? She started to move her arms, but the pull of one of her grandmother's stockings still tied about one wrist yanked her arm back. It brought an image of her stern grandmother immediately to mind.
How fortunate that her grandmother could not see her now. A depraved creature would appear to the old woman's eyes. Helen felt hot tears begin to form. She resolved that she would never let something like this happen again. She could not allow it and retain what was left of her self-respect.
CHAPTER THREE
The aerospace engineer rose from the bed after a long time of repose. His cock hung limp and wet, a rosy pink from the passion that had surged through it. There was a pleased grin on his face as he smoothed his moustache on both sides with a practiced finger. He slapped Helen on the top of one bare leg, then quickly freed her from the last of the silk stockings. In a few minutes, he was dressed, and after some cursory remarks, he took a final swig of the scotch and strode out of the house.
Helen lay sobbing softly, hoping the man had also walked out of her life. His month of consulting at the plant was almost up, and perhaps she would never have to face him again. He was only at the plant to help organize production on the new missile program, she reminded herself, and that was a blessing. She never wanted to see the lewd man as long as she lived. He had deprived her of more than just her cherry. He had taken away the girl's self-respect. Feeling thoroughly rotten, Helen pulled herself from the bed. The booze bottle was still on the dresser. She numbed her throat and stomach by forcing herself to swallow as much of it as possible, creeping back to bed, hoping for it to take effect. She saw strange visions, then fell into a deep sleep.
A classic Excedrin headache woke her. Groaning, she turned over to stop it, but it persisted. "Ohhhhhh," she groaned, burying her head in the pillow. Finally, bleary-eyed, she lifted her head and realized someone was at the door. The doorbell grew louder in her head. Throwing on a nightgown and a robe, she hurried down the stairs, her head feeling terrible from the scotch. The cuckoo clock struck eight as she pulled open the front door.
It was morning.
"Helen," Lon O'Neill said softly, his open face grinning. "I guess it's a little early," he chuckled as he pushed inside the door, his eyes noting the tousled hair, sleep-flushed face and night clothes. Wouldn't you know she'd wear a sexy pink nightgown, he thought. It made Helen appear more desirable than ever, because he had to imagine what was underneath. "I don't think you've even had coffee. Come on, I'll make some," he went on, throwing a casual arm around her shoulders and leading her to the kitchen.
"But Lon, I have to get ready for work. I ... I..." Helen found herself stammering, still amazed at his appearance on her doorstep.
"It's not Monday till tomorrow." He filled the coffee pot and lit the stove. "Look," he said, turning to catch her shoulders. "I know it's early for a social call, but, well, I didn't get to talk to you much last night, and I wanted to apologize for Nan's behavior. Fact is, we had a fight about it after you left." They had, too. Nan had pulled the headache routine and he'd gotten madder than hell, and finally she'd locked him out of the bedroom. Now, looking at Helen and knowing she was naked underneath that robe and nightgown set his loins afire.
"Besides," he whispered, hands gripping her shoulders and eyes boring into hers, "I was worried about you."
"I'm all right, Lon," she whispered. Helen couldn't look at him. He was a man, her best friend's husband, but a man nevertheless, and it had been a man who had changed her last night changed her irrevocably. She could smell Lon's shaving lotion. Her head ached and she felt like a whole, just as her grandmother had warned.
"I thought you would be more receptive," Lon said, as he pulled her roughly into his arms. His mouth was poised just above Helen's, so his words were almost printed against her lips. He felt her stiffen rigidly at the surprise of his sudden attack, sucking her breath inward sharply. So she was going to continue the little pure secretary routine. The way she had watched him just now, or rather, not watched him, had told him a lot more about Helen Magnason than did her brisk manner. Poor girl was starving for a good fuck. Anybody could see that. She had been for years.
"Lon! Let me go!"
"Take it easy, Helen," he said, arms tightening and hands finding Helen's wrists to wrench behind her while his mouth came down hard and hot against her soft, quivering lips. The voluptuous contours of the girl under the nightgown and robe were crushed deliriously into Lon's eagerly awakening hardness as he held her fiercely against him.
Helen twisted her wrists against the clenched vise of Lon's hand, trying to wrench her mouth away from the tongue that was probing so obscenely inside her mouth in a tiny little fucking movement. His other hand held her close, forcing her mouth to accept his suddenly brutal onslaught.
No! It was too much. After last night, it was just too much. He was suddenly the lusting male animal. Could he tell, could he know about her terrible night? If Lon could act like this, then it must be true-men thought about only one thing and would resort to any devious means to achieve their objective.
A low, muffled groan escaped Helen's fiercely held mouth as she struggled in vain to get out of his grasp. There was no good in men, she thought wildly. Grandmother was right. She had disbelieved her for so long, but last night, and now this, confirmed it.
Despair descended on her, for she felt the same betraying tingling along her nerves as last night with the consulting engineer. It couldn't be. Not again. This man was her best friend's husband. She must resist.
She groaned, but it was not a groan of sex or passion. The sound escaped from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled defeat, but Lon heard and had misinterpreted. He thought she groaned in pleasure. Reaching back with one hand, he turned off the perking coffee pot.
"Take it easy, Helen. There's plenty of time," he said, as he shoved her back on the kitchen counter. He began kissing her neck, his tongue laving her moistly, now teasing hotly into her ear, the tip running around the edges, giving her the shivers.
"I've waited so long," he hissed down at her on the counter where she half-lay, thighs tightly clenched, dreading his touch now and terrified of her own whorish reactions. She felt so weak.
His hand roamed across her thinly covered little belly, on down the outside of one slender, tapering leg, then back up to the tender juncture of her trembling thighs, pulling the belt of her robe loose. Still kissing and murmuring, he jerked the robe from her and shoved the nightgown up to expose her voluptuous, milk-white, young body to his lustful gaze, as his hand snaked inside the opening to her soft, silky pubic hair. He groaned and slowly inserted his middle finger into the tender crease at the top of her quivering cuntal slit.
She tried to scream, but it came out a sigh. Lon probed to find the tiny button of her clitoris, rubbing at it to instigate those vibrant sensations of wanton sexuality he knew resided there in every woman, regardless of how cold and rejecting she might appear.
Helen cringed inwardly with each obscene touch, her dulled mind wrestling desperately with principles, trying to rationalize for herself the why of what she was doing. She found no additional answers. "No!" the word screamed in her head.
"Oh, please, Lon. Don't!" she moaned as she felt his strong hands force her frantically trembling thighs apart, fingers pulling and kneading at her cringing flesh. He grunted, panting then, as he gave a hard yank, tearing the nightgown away from her. The material ripped apart, leaving the brunette's tender young body totally naked and defenseless before him.
"No! Oh no!" she cried, clamping her legs tightly together, a hand going instinctively down to cover her shame.
"Open your legs, Helen," he grunted. "I don't want to get rough with you, but if I have to, I will."
"Leave me alone!" she flashed. "I ... just ... can't..."
"You want your job, Helen? You want your reputation in this town, or do I tell Nan how you seduced me?"
"You wouldn't!" she gasped. She was aghast, humiliating visions of herself whirling in her mind.
"Try me!" the sadistic executive chuckled. "Now, do you get those legs open or not?"
Defeat, shame and fear mingled in her as Helen released the muscles of her thighs, allowing the white, tapering columns to splay out slightly, revealing the pink, moist slit of her already-defiled virginity. Then it began all over again.
She felt his finger moving on her, moving as it traced the thin line of her naked, glistening cunt. She squirmed and shivered in vain resistance at the inciting lewdness of his hot finger. The tears came, and with them a strangely masochistic warmth, a pruriently delicious agitation she could not explain, as
Lon inserted his middle finger deeper and deeper inside her warm, moist, tremulant cuntal passage. She suddenly wished she were bound to the counter, as she had been bound to the bed last night.
In her abject helplessness, something was happening to her and Helen could not rationalize it to herself. That spreading warmth in her belly, the tingly awareness and the heightened sensations centering there where his finger probed, signaled pleasure, the wildly forbidden pleasure of last night with the engineer. It didn't matter that it was Lon O'Neill and not George Gerson.
That feeling. His finger is driving me crazy, . she thought.
Helen moaned in an agony of emotional conflict and as yet unacknowledged carnal desire. Her nerve endings were alive with the shimmering electric shock along the softly stretching flesh of her thighs. Surgingly, she responded to him, but not wanting to, not wanting it to happen.
Squirming her buttocks down onto the hard kitchen counter, she wept and tried to escape the tantalizingly worming finger, her moans changing to a helpless, dull whimper. His fingers taunted the tight, sensitive opening of her vulnerable, wide-spread cunt, thrusting lewdly into it several times, then parting the soft, curling pubic hair to make a suddenly electrifying contact with the tiny, pulsing head of her clitoris. She felt the moisture seeping from her traitorously acquiescing cuntal flesh as the unbidden and evil sexual excitation filled her whole being. The tormented secretary clenched her teeth to hold back her groan of pleasure. No. She would not succumb to the salaciously delirious feelings building within her.
No, she thought. I won't. It's wrong, so terribly wrong. I'm defiling myself. Ohhhh. I don't know what to do. Someone help me. My best friend's husband, and I'm about to do this with him. Suddenly she knew. She couldn't permit it.
No, she could not let this rampaging male, this man who was supposed to be her friend, do these things to her. Forcefully, she thrust her hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked, attempting to push him away from her.
"No! Stop it! No!" she snarled at him. "Get off of me, Lon. You must be mad!"
Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught her neighbor by surprise.
Lon was not startled enough to release her and let her escape him. He caught both her wrists in his steely-fingered grasp. His weight leaned on her, pinning her down to the counter beneath him.
"You bitch!" he grated at her, forcing his, hip and leg up between her thighs, wedging them open, while his middle finger went right on plundering the moist readiness of her gently clasping cunt. "You're going to get fucked, but nobody can ever say you were raped, because you'll be climbing the walls wanting it, begging me for it. You've been alone too long. So relax and cooperate." He stared down at her, a lewd smile twisting his handsome face.
Slowly, Helen stopped struggling, the insane horror of her completely defenseless situation sinking into her frantic brain. She was trapped. The feeling of being pinned helplessly sent a thrill through her body exactly-like what she had felt when George had bound her to the bed in abject helplessness. She could only half-lie there and allow this beast to do his will with her, let his hands roam over her vulnerable body, taking any kind of indecent liberties with her that he pleased. When he was ready, he would take her as
George had done, violating her warm, young body as he ravished her senseless and jetted his lewd male sperm deep into her belly. Again, she found herself longing for the restricting stockings on her wrists.
The tears of humiliation flowed faster down her cheeks. The revulsion of her own reactions caught in her throat, for she could feel the tauntingly cruel play of his fingers on her wide-spread pussy, eliciting uncontrollable responses in the slippery wetness between her legs.
His voice was low in her ear, the panting breath hit against her. "Starting to feel good, isn't it?"
Rolling her head aside, trying to twist her face away from him, the words caught in her throat. She couldn't speak, numbed by the sensual shock of his maddeningly titillating fingers massaging her quivering clitoris. Frantically, the hysterical young secretary tried to work her writhing buttocks down to escape the frenzied, fiery sensations that were racing through her softly vibrating pussy.
"Ohhhhh," she whimpered involuntarily, as he continued the cruelly pleasurable manipulation of her abused clitoris.
Lon moved his powerful body over her then, freeing her wrists from the bondage of his strong-fingered grasp. Bringing his hand up to her head, he grabbeda handful of her silky brown hair. He drew her head to him, kissing her deeply, his tongue sliding wetly into her mouth as his middle finger continued to massage her naked, quivering cunt.
"I'm going to get naked, Helen," he grunted, "and you're going to cooperate." She knew dully that she would. At this point, she could do nothing to help her situation.
Helen felt him rise. She closed her eyes, not wanting to think about what she was doing by lying there as she heard his clothes fall to the kitchen floor. Then he was on her, nakedly and hard, the cool air over her fully throbbing breasts warmed the hard, distended nipples pointing like fiercely burning spikes into the palms of his hands.
He gasped as his fingers enclosed the warm, vibrant feminine flesh, kneading and squeezing her tiny sensitive nipples. Finally his mouth was on her, taking one of the hardened buds and the areola as well in between his lips, tongue licking and sucking the lust-stiffened nipples.
Transferring to the other breast, he paid it similar homage, his tongue wetly trailing through the narrow cleft that separated them. He could feel her stomach muscles tighten as he slithered down her, his tongue dipping moistly into her slightly indented navel, teasing it unmercifully while his hands kept up their constant kneading of her fully ripened breasts. He'd known she was going to be hotter than a missile blast-off, and she was.
Now she could feel his hands as they left her heavily trembling breasts, moving down along her ribs to her waist, sliding down over her hips and the outside of thighs to her knees. Then the reverse route back up the insides of her smooth, tapered thighs, spreading them, exposing her shamefully bared loins to him, the breath rasping in his throat as his hand again plundered her tight, newly-violated cuntal lips. She kept her eyes closed tightly as he raised from where she lay sprawled nakedly on the kitchen counter.
I can't look, she thought.
"You'll have to face it, Helen, so you might as well open those gorgeous eyes of yours," he insisted. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed eyes and gasped aloud.
Kneeling now between her legs, his face was twisted into a distortedly lewd grin. Involuntarily her eyes swept down the young executive's muscular body with its strong flatness of belly to his thickly hardened cock standing out obscenely from the pubic hair of his loins below. Her eyes widened, not believing what she saw. For a man of his moderate stature, his rigid bone stood out from him, huge and thick. A salacious smile twisted his face horribly as his hand caressed the oversized rod of hardened flesh, stroking gently back and forth, the foreskin slipping easily over the blood-engorged corona with each stroke, jerking obscenely in his hand. "It's so big!"
"None of those hard-hats at the plant have anything to match this," he gloated, knowing she had a liking for the rough blue-collar guys at the plant.
Helen continued to stare at him in miserable humiliation, degraded by the sight of her own obscenely exposed body, shamefully spread. Helplessly, she realized the utter aloneness with which she faced this lusting brute who had been her friend.
He was a sex maniac. Her racing brain had concluded he was enjoying this brutal debauchment. There was a cruel gleam in his dark eyes, knowing the misery he was subjecting her to. It was the gleam of a deranged mind, the mind of a sadist. Somehow, it thrilled her.
As she stared hopelessly into the face of this monster who threatened to force her brutally into lurid sex acts, she felt lewd little tinglings of unwanted desire surging into her. The heat of lust played tauntingly there, feelings of wanton depravity darting along the sensitive nerve endings that lined the walls of her vulnerable cuntal passage. She thrilled to his touch! If he was a sadist, and she was thrilled to the core by his touch, then was she a masochist? With a cold chill, she realized it was true. She was some kind of depraved sexual masochist.
A new horror arose in her as she watched her neighbor on his knees before her, lewdly stroking himself, her eyes in utter disbelief and horror upon the lust-filled cock he held in his hand, its sheer size terrorized her. It would split her in two. How could she ever take one that big inside her? There would be more blood than there had been last night.
Lon saw her fearfully fixed stare. "Like it?" he leered. "Just wait till you get this up inside that tight little cunt of yours," he continued, tormenting her, watching the expression of horror and fear that contorted her beautiful face. "You'll know you've really been fucked, then. I've been waiting so long for this."
Again, tears welled in the young secretary's eyes, overflowing and dribbling unnoticed down her cheeks, as she realized this beast of a man would show her no mercy. She hardly noticed his obscene language anymore. Her mind was too busy with the hopelessness of her position, the horrifying realization of knowing there was no escape from the ravishment he was going to inflict on her helpless young body. There was nowhere to turn. She had never felt so alone. She was completely at his mercy. Not even her grandmother's memory sounded its guilty accusations in her head now. After all, she was as helpless as if she were strapped to that kitchen counter.
Leaning forward suddenly, he dropped the full weight of his body upon her, knocking the breath from her lungs momentarily. The long, hard thickness of his cock pulsated hotly against the soft, firm flesh of her belly. The brazenly searching hands once more squeezed savagely at the smoothly rounded fullness of her breasts. She whimpered in pain beneath him while his avidly searching mouth caught hers, tongue stabbing deeply into her throat, as animal-like noises of his lust grunted from deep in his chest.
After long moments, he raised his head. "You're luscious. Let yourself go, Helen. Before I'm through with licking your little cunt, you'll be flipping," he bragged.
Too late she realized his meaning as he slithered down over her body till his head was just inches above the unprotected juncture of her thighs. She'd heard about this. The thought of what he was about to do to her with his tongue between her helplessly spread thighs made Helen recoil in repugnance.
"Please! I ... I've never..." she pleaded, but he had already placed the palms of his hands against the soft white flesh of her inner thighs, spreading them far apart. She whined helplessly in her throat as she looked between the twin mounds of her breasts to the soft brown curls of her pubic triangle where she could see the top of his head, his face distorted in passion as it poised agonizingly over her softly palpitating cunt.
"Oh, no," she moaned, a swift feeling of guilt and shame stabbing at her.
There, between her legs, kneeling, his hands pressing apart the soft, warm columns of her smoothly fleshed thighs, Lon gazed hungrily down at the wet, glistening pinkness of her wide-spread pussy, surrounded with softly curling cunt hair. Droplets of clear cuntal moisture were clinging delicately to the petaled inner folds as she lay there in terror beneath him, eyes pleading up at him. Her humiliation complete, she looked petrified as his hands moved up to place his thumbs against the soft, trembling lips of her cunt. Parting the curls of pubic hair, he pressed outward and drew them slowly apart, exposing the pinkly glistening inner walls to his salaciously greedy eyes. What a sweet little piece, he thought.
Helen felt the heat of his breath on the sensitive, throbbing pink flesh, and she moaned aloud in agonized shame. Still watching, unable to tear her eyes away, she saw him drop his head and felt the moist, searching length of his tongue slither, snake-like, up into her defenselessly quivering cunt.
Her love-starved body responded instinctively, twitching with convulsive determination to escape the unnatural outrage he was perpetrating against her wide-spread young cuntal slit. Hips grinding down and back, a sense of revulsion welled in her for the creature who was using his lewdly foraging tongue on her, moving it so obscenely in and out her desperately resisting pussy.
He's a perverted man, a beast, a monster, she thought. "Ohhhh," she groaned. It wasn't possible. This couldn't be happening to her. The thoughts tumbled around and around, spinning through her aching head, but it was there. She couldn't deny the reality of it. Lon's quivering, wet tongue was there, slithering up into her still-unreceptive, but rapidly moistening cunt. "Oh, Lon, stop! Please stop!" she begged in shame as unwanted sensations of forbidden pleasure began to flicker through her whole body from the depraved, animal-like stimulation of her moist, quaking cuntal slit.
She fought desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the wildly sensual twinges of carnal delight racing so maddeningly through her, stabbing at her with a pervasive power which subverted her helplessly writhing body to this man's lascivious will. She knew now that she was betraying herself again. In spite of her revulsion, her own traitorous body had turned against her just as it had last night. She was a slave to her own lust, a masochistic slave to her lust for strong, sadistic men.
Then she saw his eyes staring up at her over the triangle of her pubic hair, watching her sadistically while his mouth and tongue labored obscenely at the widely-spread wet slit between her legs. Helen knew, somehow, that he was waiting for her final unconditional surrender.
I can't, she thought. I won't give in to him. Ohhhh. What's happening to me? I can't think straight. Those feelings down there, between my legs, they're driving me crazy. Ohhhhh-hhhhhhh.
Lon's dark eyes remained fixed on her lovely, lust-contorted face as tears came once more to her eyes. He watched with ruthless satisfaction as she fought her losing battle with him and with herself.
Suddenly, Lon's lips probed till he found the erect, pulsing shaft of her clitoris. He heard the low whimper of pained pleasure as he took the trembling little bud between his teeth. Holding it firmly, he ran his tongue around and around the sensitive button, massaging it with his greedily flicking tongue. There was an involuntarily rapid jerking of her pelvis as she began to grind up at him in an uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his wet, licking thrusts.
Her head began to flail from side to side as he heard new whimpers of pleasure tearing out of her chest. Reaching under, he drew her legs up, sliding his arms under the backs of her thighs so they were draped high over his shoulders. His hands went beneath her warm, quivering buttocks to pull her cunt up tighter into his wet, slavering face.
Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the kitchen as he worked his hotly moving tongue deep into the hot, moist depths of her wildly clasping cuntal slit. Suddenly, the young brunette lost the desperate battle with herself and her fingers tangled themselves in the thatch of his blonde head, pulling his glistening face tightly into her love-starved loins.
She was his. She belonged to him now. He was the absolute master and she was his slave to destroy, to fuck, to do with as he chose. She was lost beyond all recall. If his wife, Nan, wanted to play frigid, she could, but this hot little cunt would be his whenever he wanted her.
Helen's body was now in complete command of her will. She could only obey the demanding sensations of her desire-weakened flesh. Her naked, writhing buttocks moved in tiny eager circles upward to the fiercely plunging tongue as she pulled feverishly on his hair. She shrieked like a Cruise missile gone wild as she felt his tormenting tongue flick from her hotly throbbing cunt, downward toward her tight little anal ring. She wanted to scream, but it was subverted into a moan of wildly sensual pleasure as his wet tongue flicked at the sensitively pulsating opening to her rectal ring. It was only a momentarily brief digression from his goal. In the next few moments, his tongue was back at work in the insanely clasping depths of her cunt. She cried out passionately for the fulfillment that had been denied her so long, a fulfillment she now knew was possible.
"Oh, Lon. Get on top of me and fuck me. Fuck me now," she moaned.
He jerked his head free of the insistent hands on his hair, raised his head and looked at her with a crazed, twisted smile. "Your hot enough to fuck now, Helen?" he rasped.
Helen felt as though she couldn't move, as though she didn't want to move. All there was in the world was this. Her eyes locked on his as she silently pushed his head back to her voracious cunt and ground his face into her hot, seething flesh. She was being driven out of her mind by his wet, fucking tongue.
I must be going crazy, she thought. I feel like
I actually want him to keep on going and ... No. It's not possible. I can't. It's wrong. But I can't stand this torture any longer.
Suddenly, the shamelessly aroused young brunette arched wantonly to increase the unbearably beautiful pressure he exerted. She was almost there. She could feel his cruelly sharp teeth nibbling hungrily at the very essence of her being between her thighs.
Suddenly the slithering tongue was gone. She looked up blearily, in agony, silently screaming for release. Then his wet probe came back, shooting straight into the now eagerly welcoming depths of her open pussy, fucking her now like a Minuteman missile dropping into its silo, going deep, deep, ever deeper.
"Ohhhhhh!" she screamed as she felt the tension build and the whole essence of her womanhood explode in an A-bomb ecstasy that almost tore her naked flesh apart in wild convulsing spasms. Her hands grabbed the head that fucked into her with that crazily swirling tongue as she tried desperately to pull him inside her wildly orgasming pussy.
"Now!" he yelled, throwing her uncontrollably convulsing body onto the cold kitchen floor. He immediately threw himself on her, plunging his rock-hard shaft into the wet, clasping pussy, still sucking inward with the force of an ICBM.
"Eeeeeeee!" she screamed as the thick, lust-inflated cock raced full-length into the tender softness of her cuntal passage, pushing the warm walls of tightly resisting flesh till she felt his heavily sperm-laden balls smack against the cheeks of her naked, upturned buttocks.
Lon lay still for a moment atop her, breathing hard, the air raspy in his throat. Then he grunted, flexing his heatedly pulsating cock. It was buried so deeply within her! He felt it expand within the warm, fleshy cuntal sheath.
Helen groaned incoherently. He continued, repeating the flexing action several times, each time eliciting tearful cries of shameful agony from deep in her throat. Slowly, the stretched passage began to adjust and accommodate the great length and breadth of the furiously throbbing cock. Her grunts of pain became fewer as he began a slow grinding motion of his loins, insinuating his massive fleshy missile deeper into the hot, pulsing pussy, expanding and stretching the resiliently warm walls till her whimpers of pain became moans of forbidden pleasure. Unwittingly, she began to move under him in an effort to match his grinding motion.
The proud little secretary is ready to beg, he grinned triumphantly to himself. Levering himself up on his arms above her, Lon withdrew his lust-thickened shaft until only the hot, pulsating head remained clasped between the softly hair-lined folds of her passionately hungry cunt.
"Now, Helen. Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you!"
"No! Please! Noooooo! Haven't you done enough to me already? Do you have to keep on humiliating me?" She was whimpering, legs wide-spread and waiting beneath him.
"Beg! Damn it! Beg! You know the words!" he roared, expanding the blood-engorged cockhead once more just inside the sensitive walls of her painfully stretched cunt-hole.
The youthful brunette moaned in a warm, hungering ecstasy. She couldn't help it. Every fiber of her being rejected it, but suddenly, she was saying it, saying those words she thought she would never say.
"Ohhhhh, yes. I want it. F-fuck me. Y-yes. Please fuck me. Yes. Please fuck me," she begged, gasping the words out between tightly clenched teeth. There was no holding back now. All there was in the world was this fantastic sensation, the feel of his huge, pulsating cock buried deep in her feverishly clasping cunt.
"Where should I fuck you?" he asked sadistically.
"In my pussy." It was easier now, and she moaned the lewd words out with desperate conviction.
"With what? Damn it! With what?"
"With that big beautiful cock of yours," she moaned. She was in complete bondage to him now.
Lon rocked above her, thrusting brutally in and out of her with short, smooth strokes, her shamelessly aroused body reacting of its own volition, her fight against her lewd, sensual urges already a lost cause. Helen felt her whole body respond to the increased speed and depth of his cruel fucking. He rammed his strokes into her. She squirmed and writhed beneath him as he dropped his lust-distorted mouth to her and she wormed her tongue eagerly into his mouth to be sucked. She moaned incessantly into his face, her passion-fired mind willing now to accept anything. She began to grind her naked, pulsating pussy up to him in tempo with the lust-incited driving of his cock, eyes glazed, nostrils flaring feverishly, her breath coming in a jerky, panting rhythm.
Never in her life had Helen believed that such rapture existed. Never had she expected that from the initial licking and sucking of her wantonly responding cunt to this very moment with the man's implacably thrusting dick moving in and out of her cuntal passage, filling her completely, that she would want anything so much. It was marvelous, magnificent. Now she found as she moved with him, sliding her cock-split cunt up and down on his thick, plunging shaft, that the intensity of her sensations became more and more unbearable by the second.
Oh, she thought, it's wonderful. Her tortured mind screamed. Don't ever stop. I want this marvelous cock fucking in my cunt forever. "Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" she heard herself scream out loud. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder!"
He whaled away, thrusting into her with increased speed while she writhed wildly and uncontrollably beneath him. Lon ground his cock into her with mounting fury, legs jerking, body shaking. Pounding in between her legs, he, used both hands to press her knees back against her breasts, crushing them, exposing the whole of her naked, defenseless cunt to his merciless attack.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned, her mind spinning off into a world of perfect ecstasy.
He fucked and fucked and fucked, his cruel jackhammer strokes becoming ever more forceful. Damn, he thought. I've never known a woman who could take me like this. She's a fucking machine.
The shamed young brunette tossed her head feverishly, body frenzied, convulsing in wave after wave of muscular clenching that brought her to the heights where brilliant lights dazzled her mind. She was blasting upward like a three-stage rocket, her spirit soaring free, the moments of time expanded for her. Then she drifted in space. As if in a dream, she heard her voice, careening into sensual space, her own voice, unreal in her ears.
Lon, slamming into her, felt the violent tremors in her wantonly writhing body and knew that she was in orgasm, even as his own began deep inside him. Behind his greatly expanding cock, from the depths of his sperm-bloated balls, it was shooting through him in great wild spurts from the lust-inflated head of his cock. The hot, white, viscous semen jetted far into the dark, moist confines of her wildly clasping cuntal sheath.
The personnel director of the aerospace plant thrust into her cum-moistened cunt again and again. In and out of her pussy he thrust, fucking and fucking and fucking the lovely young brunette secretary. It seemed to Helen that he would never cease his maniacal pounding.
At last he ground to a halt. Then he lay panting over her, the pungent aroma of his sweat strong in her nostrils. Helen was numb now. No longer was she berating herself for what she had allowed to happen. She felt resigned to it all now. She was as depraved a creature as she had feared from her reactions to George's assault, and now there was nothing she could do about it. Maybe she would somehow just die quietly in the night.
Her animalistic sensuality had been released . There seemed in her mind to be nothing she was not now capable of doing and enjoying like the worst kind of street slut. If she had not been numb, she would have cried.
CHAPTER FOUR
Things were humming at the giant aerospace plant where Helen worked as a secretary. It was Monday now, and after having spent the previous day moping around the house, she'd gotten a good night's sleep and resolved to turn over a new leaf the following day.
ll was busy at the plant since they got the go-ahead on the new Cruise missile. Workers who had been laid off had been re-hired. That was good for everyone, as there was no longer a fear of fresh layoffs. Among the men who had returned to the work force was a riveter named Ed Banks, and Helen was hoping she wouldn't run into him. He was a tough but handsome man in his early thirties.
She had dated Ed before, and now she knew the meaning of the strange feelings she sometimes had for him. It was a big plant, and Ed might have forgotten all about her by now. As Helen sat typing, she recalled Lon O'Neill's last words to her. "Forget those roughnecks at the plant, Helen. I can make love to you much better."
Helen now knew that mere lovemaking didn't turn her on. She needed a roughneck! She longed to have a strong man tie her up again, beat her, force her to have sex, rape her. She must be a pervert.
She used to imagine that someday her true love would come and rescue her from the control of her grandmother. He would love her so gently. Sex had been romanticized in her mind, but now she knew.
Helen couldn't trust herself anymore. She knew that now that she'd been fucked, there would come a time when she would have to have it again, with anything that came along, anyone. It didn't matter. Visions of a gentlemanly suitor would be ignored by the lustful demands of her villainous body.
At noon, she ate alone in the huge cafeteria. Hazily, she saw most of the seats filled with workers. She ignored them, trying separately to focus her mind on her resolve to turn over a new leaf. Then she saw him Ed Banks. He slumped down comfortably and looked across the room at her speculatively.
Ever since her grandmother had died, she acted funny. He recalled the few dates thmy'd had. She was waving her hand feebly at him in response to his cheerful wave. Her face was deathly pale. Ed could even see her lips trembling, and that wasn't like her at all.
Ed shifted uneasily in his seat. Those pale pink lips trembling like that set his cock twitching. He'd love to shove it right down her throat. Hell, maybe he could. He'd often caught her staring at the guys in the cafeteria, almost hungrily. Something funny had certainly happened to her, that was for sure. Now that he was back on the job, he was resolved to pick up with her again.
As the brunette secretary stared across the cafeteria at the handsome riveter, she felt an exciting warmth spread through her loins. The sight of Ed's strong and rough body thrilled her. She shook the feeling away, then managed to get a shaky start on her lunch. Careful not to look directly at Ed Banks, she struggled through the meal.
The rest of the day dragged by, and then it was time to leave for home. She gathered her things together, but when she looked up, she was startled to see the form of a denim-clad laborer before her. Suddenly, she realized that she was staring into the deep blue eyes of Ed Banks himself. She started to speak, but couldn't. When the young man spoke, his voice came out deep and rough.
"I just thought you might be sick or something, Helen. You didn't look well at lunch. So I thought it would be okay if maybe I talked to you."
"Do I really look sick, Ed?" Helen asked, her voice giving away the tingling excitement that was building within her. "I'm ready for action." She could barely believe she was being so boldly suggestive with the handsome worker. Her words had just come out that way. Nevertheless, she repeated the shameless remark, standing up slowly to better exhibit her ripely lush figure. "What do you think, Ed? Can you see anything wrong with me?"
The husky man wordlessly shook his head, his excitement apparent in his lascivious expression.
Enjoying her obvious effect on the excitingly rough-hewn man, the curvaceous brunette deliberately let her gaze fall to the crotch of Ed's trousers. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she saw the handsome worker squirm in embarrassment under her open scrutiny of the long, hard bulge that had begun to strain slightly against the tight fabric of his pants. Helen knew he was in a agony of lustful frustration as she brazenly flaunted her sensually exciting body before him, yet she was not certain of what she wanted to do, or if she had the nerve to do it. Ed had tried, unsuccessfully, to fuck her when they had dated.
Suddenly, the decision was made for her when, with a strangled groan of unbearable desire, the man stumbled toward her and clasped Helen into his arms, crushing his lips to her wet, open mouth. She had teased him beyond endurance and finally Ed's restraint had collapsed before her body's assault on his senses.
The beautiful woman trembled and struggled weakly in the man's arms as deliciously erotic sensations began to ripple through every nerve in her body, but she knew her resistance was useless. She had tantalized the man till he was responding like a lust-crazed maniac. Maddening currents of sexual vibrations were flowing magically between their closely entwined bodies, and Helen was again filled with visions of sadistic rape that were really nothing but shameless plans to entice Ed Banks.
She felt his hot, pulsing cock pressing hard against the soft, hungry flesh of her belly as he held her breathlessly tight against his hard body, and the lovely secretary realized that she probably had driven the man past the point of no return. The realization sobered her slightly, and once more she tried to pull away from his enfolding arms. It was wrong, all wrong, Her job. Her reputation. She looked around. The office was empty.
"No, Ed, please," she gasped shakily as she managed to tear her lips away from his. With a desperate thrust of her hands against his chest, she broke free of the embrace. "Please, I think you'd better go."
The heavily breathing Ed did not seem to hear her weakly whispered protest, but stared at her with hot blue eyes, smoldering in uncontrolled passion, drinking in her closeness, roving over every soft, alluring contour of her ripe female body. Then with surprising quickness, he reached out with both hands to cup the twin, voluptuously swelling mounds of her buttocks, pulling her close to him again to plant several rapid kisses on the side of her neck.
This was wrong. She knew it, and yet her senses were drunk with desire for this husky, hard-muscled roughneck, for his handsome body and his cock. His own unleashed passion aroused her even more, so that she voluntarily relaxed in his arms, actually pressing forward a little in an unconscious attempt to encourage him with the suggestively seductive motion of her traitorously desire-inflamed body.
"I'm sorry, Helen, I just can't help myself. You're so beautiful," he murmured hotly into her ear. His hands were now shamelessly massaging her firmly rounded buttocks under her skirt, squeezing and releasing them with a hypnotic rhythm that jarred her erotically from head to foot. More and more, the insanely increasing desire that had been building in her was taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted him desperately and was no longer capable of considering the dangers of what she was doing.
"Ed, listen, please," she breathed, trying to make her voice sound calm and rational. "Let's sit down for a moment. We can calm down and be logical about this," she urged. But the riveter only grinned when she satdown behind her desk. Deliberately, he walked over and locked the office door, then came back to stand leering down at the secretary. Helen's courage deserted her and she found herself racking her brain for any excuse she could think of to avoid what she knew was about to take place. As soon as she hesitated, Ed grabbed her in his strong laborer's arms, showering her face and neck with kisses of fiery fervor. She was growing warm, wavering in his embrace as though she would fall off the chair if he did not hold her so tightly.
The sounds coming out of Helen's mouth would have been screams had they not been stifled, muffled and choked in her own throat by Ed's plunging, demanding tongue that was now stuffing into her mouth so wetly and teasingly. She could hardly breathe, and the bones in her skull were beginning to ache with the pressure of his hard young hand. He was going to fuck her. He was really going to fuck her as she had feared might happen the times they dated. She could feel his hot breath rushing harshly through his nostrils, growing in intensity and urgency.
Words started far down in the back of her throat, but she couldn't speak. She felt a mixture of terror and tension, fear and frustration. She wanted desperately to be home safe. Why had she been such a fool? If only she'd sent the man away when he first came in. He had no business in the office.
Helen, from her sitting position, could feel his eagerly rigid prick grinding into her as he stood beside her and moved his lips lewdly in a slow motion. The tears were streaming from her eyes now and she was blubbering and moaning under his greedily masterful mouth. She longed to be roughly fucked by this crude laborer. Her head throbbed, yet a warning reverberated inside the chamber of her skull. It was wrong.
She thought then of her grandmother, hardly cold in her grave. What had happened? Had the old woman known all these years that underneath the prim secretary there lived a wanton whore? Was that why she'd kept her granddaughter a virtual prisoner, to save her from the terrible shame she would bring upon herself? If so, her grandmother's fears were justified. Here she was in this ridiculously dangerous predicament. She should never have allowed herself to be trapped. What would happen if anyone knew she was locked in her office with this hot-blooded riveter?
Ed felt Helen's tears flowing even as his tongue dipped hotly into her sweetly wet mouth. Yet, he also felt her body relaxing. It was only a slight relaxation, but it was there. He was getting to her in spite of herself. He was getting to her.
When he'd seen her in the cafeteria, he'd realized she was different now, with an openly-naked hunger in her eyes. He'd known his luck was with him. Luck had played into his hands. To hell with the horny high-tone executives. None of them could get into this secretary's panties. They thought it couldn't be done, but it wasn't impossible at all. She was the best-looking broad he'd ever seen. There was a certain pleasure in getting to fuck a beautiful woman. He could feel the confidence pouring through him every time she whimpered. What the hell had happened to her? She seemed like a different woman in his arms.
In his mind's eye, the man could see the lovely secretary's sensual, naked body, her big warm breasts on that slender, delicate body, maturely ripened fruits that hung so firmly high, so suckable. Her unblemished skin had only the barest hint of color to show that hot blood surged beneath its satiny-white surface. He would run his hands over that warm nakedness to feel the swells and hollows and planes. His painfully throbbing cock was rising like a Titan missile in the tight confines of his shorts, threatening to burst his jeans. He had a raging hard-on for this beautiful secretary.
Suddenly, Helen could breathe properly, for the young man had torn his mouth away. The breath rushed in a great gasping moan out her mouth. He stood above her, panting. She closed her eyes and let the tears roll freely down her cheeks. Her soft, fleshy breasts were tingling from the lewdly rising excitement of the man's kiss, and she could feel her nipples budded and tight under the thin net brassiere and blouse she wore. She couldn't understand what had come over her.
"Get your clothes off!" Ed ordered harshly. His hands dropped, releasing her wrists and her aching skull. Already, he was tearing off his own clothes with fury. Helen felt as though she couldn't move, as though all the strength had been drained from her. She sat dumbly, mouth slack and eyes closed, as she weakly shook her head and brought her hands up to cover her face.
"I said, get them off!" the laborer roared at her again, his clothes practically off now.
"No," she sobbed. "I can't."
"We'll see about that." The man grabbed the lower edge of her blouse, jerking it over her head as though she were a child. Still she sat there, sobbing loudly. The sobs were shaking her entire body, rising from the deep despair and hopelessness within her. He would use her as carelessly as any whore and then walk away, unscathed, as George and Lon had done. And it was her own stupid fault that he was here at all. When would she learn to stay away from men? Before her virginity had been so cruelly taken, the problem had not really been a problem. But that all seemed so far away and so long ago.
Her firmly ripened breasts were shuddering under the lacy brassiere, heaving up and down with her sobs, the nipples hot and pointed, clearly visible through the thin fabric. Ed dropped his hands and jerked at the elastic waistband of her skirt, yanking it off her delicately curved hips, leaving her in nothing but the flesh-colored brassiere and pantyhose. She sat in a trance, in the fragile transparency of nylon under things.
The sight of her voluptuous, almost-naked body was a delicious shock. She was even better built that he had imagined. The light brown triangle of her pubic hair was beckoning him like a torch through her sheer pantyhose. He knew he was going to ravage this gorgeous bitch.
Helen stood dumbly, the sobs still racking her entire body as she saw Ed Banks' handsome face, distorted by lust, leering at her. He stood there with his long prick standing out, and suddenly he became a rutting, mindless primitive animal to her. He didn't care where he sank the huge, lustful hardness that was tormenting him so, as long as the place was hot and soft and would relieve him. He was unthinking and uncaring of anything except his own instinctive need. A naked, bestial monster, and yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from his virility. His shoulders were fully developed and strong, waist and hips lean and hard, belly flat and muscular. It was all wrong, terribly wrong, but she could not deny her rising passion.
"Helen, open your mouth," he instructed. "You're going to suck my cock. I'm going to ram it down your throat and fuck your mouth."
"Oh no, please, no, please!" Helen whispered frantically, the full horror of what he was saying registering in her numbed brain, visions rising before her eyes of what he was describing. She couldn't do it. No matter what, she couldn't do it. It was too depraved, too obscene, too sick and demented. It was worse than anything George or Lon had done.
Her face was wet and streaked with her tears, the beautiful shining hair tangled in disarray. Even this way, she looked beautiful. Ed ran his hands over the warm softness of her breasts, unhooking the thin brassiere as he went. She moaned, and to him it sounded like a moan of hunger. Now they were getting somewhere.
Frantically, he peeled her pantyhose down and, pressing her on the shoulders, forced her to kneel naked on the floor in front of him. Then, the wickedly grinning man prodded her chin with the head of his wildly throbbing cock, the tip sticky with the few drops of pre-come fluid that had oozed out. His hand shot out to twine into her silky hair and he jerked her face upward toward his painfully bloated cock. He would not let himself be thwarted.
"Open your mouth and make a circle with your lips," he commanded menacingly, glorying in the sense of mastery flowing through him. He looked down to see his long, hard cock jerking in anticipation, the veins standing out in a fine lace-like pattern just under the surface of the skin. Her trembling mouth will soon be on it, he thought. He often told the chicks he went out with to do this for him, and they always did. He loved blow jobs, almost as much as fucking. This would be the greatest.
Helen would do it now haughty Helen Magnason. He wanted the whole length of it rammed right down her lovely white throat till she was picking cock hairs out of her teeth. There was something extra-special about mouth-fucking an uppity secretary.
She was still staring in fascination and repulsion at the gigantically swollen shaft thrust to her lips, eyes glassy in concentration and trance-like compulsion. It was so huge up close like this, and it oozed a thick, pearly liquid, as though it had a mind of its own. She was frozen, unable to move or talk. Helen wondered if it were possible for her heart to simply stop, for her to simply die.
"I said, take it in your mouth. Can't you see my balls are ready to explode? If you don't cooperate, I'll force it down your fucking throat till you choke!"
Helen's mouth opened automatically to cry out, but no sound escaped her wetly parted lips. Dry, silent sobs were heaving from her chest as she thought the whole world had gone mad and she with it. This was a nightmare she could not have imagined before, a nightmare that would not release her. She felt her head jerked up again by her hair as she opened her mouth even wider in submission and terror, knowing instinctively that the brutal riveter meant what he said. He would choke her to death if she resisted now. Strangely, she had a sudden wish for him to do just that.
"Take it in your hands. Hold it and lick it." Her hands came up obediently, her slender white fingers curling softly around the trunk of his hot, pulsating young shaft. She held the hardened flesh a moment and observed it, her mouth trembling and her eyes opened wide in horror. The strength of his hands and the hardness of his words held her in check.
Ed felt a jolt shake through his loins as her full, sensuous mouth opened and her wet, ovaled lips slipped moistly over the lust-swollen head. "Ohhhhhhh," he groaned softly through gritted teeth. The sight of the secretary's soft, warm mouth closing around his aching cock was too much. The warmth and wetness of her virginal mouth slowly sliding over his thick, stiffened hardness sent ripples of pleasure and the sweetness of command coursing through his whole body. A blow job was as good as fucking a tight cunt.
To her pleasure, the man's great pulsing cock was rigidly hard in her mouth, as she'd expected, and the skin covering it was as soft as silk. She sobbed again involuntarily, which caused her mouth to close tighter for a moment, drawing another groan from Ed. She had to live through this sick, perverted act she was being made to perform. She had to live through it and survive it, and not let it touch her inside, not let it debase her own integrity and pure inner self.
Her mouth ovaled tightly as she took more of the jerking dick inside, till most of it was sunk into her widely puffed-out cheeks. She surprised herself when, through some instinctive knowledge, her hands fingered the rough laborer's sperm-bloated balls, hanging heavily below, and she cupped them in her palms, weighing and holding their heavily-laden mass. The weight of his scrotum thrilled her.
"Oh, you just don't know how good it is. Oh," he groaned. His hand came out to slide around her cheeks and jaw, cradling her face, his fingers lost in her hair, palms warm against her face. The sight of the beautiful, untouchable secretary, subserviently groveling at his feet, her tear-stained face stuffed with his rock-hard cock, sent wildly erotic emotions careening through him from gut to loins to brain and back again. He should have had her give him a blow job long ago. Now that she was doing it, it was great. He'd find a way to get her to suck him off again and again.
Helen's hands caressed the wrinkled sac of the strong man's heavily straining balls, and again instinct took over as her nails grazed the underside gently. A strange feeling was replacing the revulsion and shame she'd felt when first taking his hot, throbbing hardness into her mouth. The beautiful young brunette didn't even have a name for this utterly unexpected sensation. Knowing she was the prisoner of this strong and violent man gave her a sense of resignation and pleasure. She could feel her own naked, kneeling body gradually coming to life as she held and cradled Ed's virile genitals in her mouth and hands.
In the back of her throat, she could taste the thin liquid that was excitedly seeping out of the head of his dick. It had a strong male taste as she drew her mouth back almost off the excited, pulsing tip. She glanced at the lust-hardened shaft directly in front of her. It was wetly glistening, moist with her own mucous secretions and saliva Then suddenly, strangely, perversely, she wanted it all the way back in her throat. Deliberately, she bobbed her head forward, taking even more of the hot, throbbing organ into the depths of her throat again. She felt a sudden jolt of pleasure and gratification as the man groaned ecstatically above her. She longed to feel his strong arms locked so that they caused pain.
Easing his crouched legs, Ed took a wider stance as he smoothed his thumbs across Helen's cheeks, and pressed inward to tighten them on the sides of his cock. He hadn't really planned what he would do when he'd come up to her office. It had all sort of happened. He'd only known he couldn't let this obviously passion-hungry woman go unfucked, and he hadn't. The dumb broads he balled were nothing compared to this. Here he was with the snooty, beautiful, smart Miss Magnason, hungrily sucking his cock. This is where it's at, he thought. He never wanted it to stop.
"Oh, Helen, do it. Just keep doing it," he panted. Helen only nodded faintly as her warmly sucking mouth worked on his jerking hardness. It had felt marvelous enough when she slid her mouth on and off of it, but now she was sucking it as though she really dug feeling his pulsating, hot flesh slide in and out of her mouth.
Gradually, Helen's body was awakening as she warmed to the task she had thought was going to be the most unpleasant she had ever performed in her whole life. The more pressure she exerted on his bone with her tongue and inner cheeks, the better the tough guy liked it. He moaned and grunted in gratitude, tenderly smoothing her cheeks and hair as he pumped the full length of his thickly hardened flesh in and out of her wetly clinging mouth.
"That's it. Oh. That's it. Keep sucking. Suck it hard for me. Suck it harder!"
Obediently, the subserviently kneeling brunette increased the sucking pressure of her tightly compressed mouth around the throbbingly hot prick that filled her mouth so fully that it brushed her throat on the downstroke. Her hands clung to the thick, hard stalk now as her head bobbed up and down and her mouth drew on it with all her strength. She'd wanted it over and done with, but strange and unbelievable things were happening to her own sensually awakening body. A lascivious warmth was stealing over her as she was forced to perform this lewd, depraved act on this implacable stud against her will.
The secretary had started moaning hungrily when suddenly he stepped back, drawing his glistening cock out of her greedily sucking mouth. Tantalizingly, he trailed it down between her large, rose-tipped breasts and drew the lust-swollen head around her erect little nipples, making slow circles till the velvety soft head at last closed on one hard, pink tip. He poked the nipples softly, then harder, turning the erect, quivering peak inward, pressing it inside the warm, soft cushion of her breast.
"Oh, Ed, oh," she moaned softly. Helen could feel the lewd tracing on her naked flesh as the guy used the wet, seeping tip of his manhood to draw moist, warm trails of desire on her sensuous, bare skin. She forgot her outraged conscience, though it seethed in despair and degradation at her shamelessly aroused body. Oh, how could her own flesh betray her so? How could she feel anything for this merciless brute who used her so harshly and treated her like dirt under his feet. Why did she enjoy it? Her teeth were tightly clenched, but still she felt the delicious little shudders of pleasure and desire shooting through her stomach and collecting in a warm pool of bliss within her hot, throbbing cuntal cavity.
"Oh, oh, oooohhhhhhh," she moaned again, and in her head, the word was no, but it never came out that way. The only sound she seemed capable of making was the breathy gasping of her joy at his touch. She looked into his face as he gleefully smeared his pre-come fluid over her naked, quivering breasts in little wet trails. Suddenly, he knelt down and his head dipped to her quaking breast.
Helen moaned again very softly as she watched him take one nipple and then the other into his warmly salivating mouth. He licked and sucked her berry-like nipples till she wanted to scream from the mounting waves of pleasure that washed through her sensually quivering body. He was licking his shining trails of fluid from her ripely straining breasts, lapping at and greedily tasting every drop, then sucking her hard little nipples till they were screaming points of rapture. Instead of being repulsed at his heavily throbbing cock and his hot, depraved mouth sucking her naked flesh, her lust-fogged mind dwelled on the hot sensations that pulsated wildly throughout her frantically aroused body.
Ed gathered the all-but-unconscious secretary in his arms and then, pressing his hot young mouth on hers, his quivering, wet tongue plunged inside in a deeply passionate kiss. Her own tongue came out of hiding, darting in and out, rolling under his, then sucking him as their tongues met. At last he tore his mouth reluctantly from hers and spoke.
"Oh, Helen, you're the greatest. You've always been my favorite broad. I've got to have you. Suck me again. Suck me now!"
Eagerly, her numbed brain still silently disbelieving as it watched what depths she would sink to, Helen took her passionately groaning lover's hot, pulsating cock between her wet, ovaled lips and sucked hungrily with all her might, drawing the rigid stalk of virile cock flesh straight down her throat. She could feel the lust-hardened shaft jerk and throb inside her mouth, could hear the groans spilling from his throat as she sucked him. What did he call it? A blow job. Yes, that's what she was doing. She was giving the tough guy a blow job.
Her confused mind kept swirling with spasms of conscience, pointing out the error of her ways, shaming her with thoughts of her grandmother with all the things she'd been taught from childhood, with all the dirty words that described what she was doing, and none of it was to any avail. Her lewdly aroused body kept responding and urging her on as she tasted the warm, male semen seeping from the youthful, pulsing shaft sunk deep in her throat. She must be sick, demented, perverted, to enjoy this horrid act. She must be mad.
"Yes, that's it," she heard Ed say. "Suck it good. I'm going to come. I'll fill your mouth with cum." Ed had done plenty of fucking in his life with all kinds of girls, but he'd never felt anything like the wildly exciting pleasure of watching this beautiful secretary's tightly locked lips laboring so greedily around his almost bursting shaft. Her subservient abasement and her expression of lurid enjoyment goaded him to the point where he was about to go out of his mind. She was loving it. Helen was sucking his cock like she thought it was the most marvelous thing in the world. It was blowing his mind.
Growing more adventurous, Helen began using her warm, wet tongue all over the man's long, hard dick. She brushed and grazed along its underside, licking the thick base, gradually lapping to the coronal ridge protruding from the drawn-back foreskin. Then she flicked her tongue back and forth rapidly across the swollen tube along the underside. This set the man absolutely wild. His lean, young hips heaved forward, hands clenched in her hair, and she could feel the muscles in his athletic body stretch taut. "Ohhhhhhhh," he groaned.
Her tongue swirled around the rapidly mushrooming head to flick at the tiny hole in the smooth glans with the tip of her tongue. She felt him crouch closer to her as she kneeled slavishly before him, his hands pulling her face up higher to his pistoning, pleasure-mad cock.
"Oh, you'll never get away from me. Never. Never. We're going to make it all the time."
Her wet, licking tongue ran up and down the rigid stalk from base to head, licking the excited, throbbing prick as though it were covered with thick, sweet cream. Quickly, she trailed her mouth and tongue over his sperm-churning balls, along the moist, glistening shaft at its smooth, pulsating head, and then slipped her hot ovaled lips up over it again. It seemed to grow longer, thicker, more rigid in her mouth.
The guy's hips lunged forward hard as he shoved the throbbing, jerking length of his thick cock deeper again into the warmly welcoming cavern of her mouth. He was going crazy from sheer rapture. He was going to shoot a load down her thro at that would fill her hot belly. She was using her mouth like a vacuum cleaner, sucking and compressing the lips hard as she withdrew. The constriction and the jolts of frenzied pleasure that raced through the man almost made him crazy.
"Ohhhhhh," he moaned. "I'm almost there ... almost. Keep sucking." The guy was raving, arching his hips to her mouth lewdly, hands growing brutal on her tender flesh in his feverish race for his climax. The moans and groans spilling from his mouth measured the degree of his rising pleasure. It threatened to carry him into complete delirium. Helen would never have guessed a man could get so utterly carried out of himself in the wildly rising throes of passion. The pain from his lust-tightened hands sent thrills of agonized delight through her body.
Ed was shaking her shoulders, then clamping his fingers around her lips to close them again on his throbbing, nearly bursting dick. She was terrified now by the look in his eyes. It was as though he had gone completely insane in his lust, and her helplessness at the hands of this maniac made it all the more exciting.
"That's it!" Ed cried. "Suck it, damn you. Ohhhhhhh." He was almost there. The sight of the naked, kneeling brunette's renewed sucking, drawing with obscenely contorted lips on his frantically pulsating cock triggered the explosion in his gut.
Suddenly, he jerked and lurched upward convulsively, his breath rasping in short, ragged gasps as he felt the floodgates crack and his restraint give way as his heavy load of hot, virile semen shot deep into her open throat. The man heard her gag and choke helplessly below him as the thick, spewing liquid seared far back against her tonsils. A tidal wave of cum was pouring in a never-ending torrent deep into her belly and, dimly, the man heard screams of rapture. It was a moment before he realized they were coming from his own lust-constricted throat.
"Ohhhhhh," he moaned. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coooooming!"
Helen had not been prepared for the fiery shot of molten semen that hit her throat and gurgled, gagging and choking her. She fought for breath. The hot, seething cum squirted straight down her throat, and in a frantic effort to keep from drowning, she swallowed furiously. Dimly, she was aware that Ed had lifted her up by her shoulders in an effort to ram the thick, jerking length of his heavily pumping cock straight down her gullet. Still the flood spewed on and she sucked hard, involuntarily, in order to take all of his hot, teeming gunk deep into her heaving belly. There was a strange pride in taking all he had, in coping with the gush of his heavy, smoothly flowing orgasm.
He watched her tightly ovaled lips sucking desperately on his wildly jerking cock and saw with an obscene delight, one tiny dribble of cum overflowing her mouth and trickling obscenely out from the corner of her wide-stretched lips. She sucked and swallowed every little drop as though she were a greedy baby at her mother's tit.
Then he was spent, his cock softening slightly. Reluctantly, he withdrew it, and as he did, she flicked out her tongue lasciviously and caught up the lone drop of semen that had escaped her hungry lips. She savored it, rolling it over in her mouth before gobbling it down. Then she slid from her kneeling position to a lying position on the floor of the office. Instantly, Ed was on top of the voluptuous, naked body of the woman, and was inserting his satisfied, yet half-swollen cock inside her hot, quivering pussy. He knew he'd have to wait a while to build up a head of steam again, but right now he had to plunge it into her and fuck her. Ed's mouth came down on hers with a moan as he stabbed his tongue inside her wet, flooded mouth and tasted his own cum, his own orgasmic juices. He had to fuck her now.
"Mmmmmm," the secretary moaned out her exhaustion and pleasure at feeling the man's long, rigid prick sunk so deeply into her yearning, cock-hungry cuntal sheath. It has been so beautiful. She'd almost forgotten just how good it could be till she'd lost herself in sucking the virile cock, her body responding so enthusiastically and eagerly. She'd lived like an old maid all her life, but now that he was here, buried deep inside her love-starved cunt, she knew she wanted him as she had never wanted anything before. It was beautiful, so beautiful, to be filled with this wonderful male instrument of love.
Helen's cuntal muscles tightened ravenously around the rough-hewn riveter's slowly deflating prick in a desperate effort to keep it alive and useful. He mustn't leave her now. He mustn't.
"More!" she pleaded. The powerful stud ground his rapidly softening cock around in a circular motion, straining forward to keep it inside her wet, clasping cunt. "Ohhhh," the raving woman wept, as tears rolled from the corners of her eyes.
Helen's legs whipped out to wrap around his hard, naked ass. She wanted to be fucked some more, hard and heavy, to be thrust into with a stiff cock. The man felt his slowly stirring dick come back to strength. It was growing quickly to fill the hot cavern between the woman's thighs.
Ed could fuck Helen all night if he had the chance. Too bad his fellow workers wouldn't believe it. He wished he could figure out a way to make them. As nice as fucking her was, the men had to believe it. They had to realize just what he had done. There was a way. He could bind her during their next fuck, tie her up or something. He remembered seeing a magazine called Exotique that one of the other men had brought to work several months before. A girl in one of the pictures had been tied up ... and she liked it. She dug it.
Maybe Helen would too. That was it. He'd meet her at her place, tie her up, then let the other men in to see her. He'd fuck her in front of them. Maybe he'd even let them fuck her, too.
CHAPTER FIVE
Helen Magnason was numb from the experiences of the past few days. At home that evening, she tried to gather her thoughts together. It had all started on Saturday night when she had foolishly allowed herself to attend the small party at her friends' house. She had known that the purpose of the party was to fix her up with a man.
She had led Gerson on and permitted him to drive her home. No wonder he had felt that he could take advantage of her. Her mind wandered back over the events of that night. She recalled with a shudder how the consulting engineer had tied her up with her grandmother's stockings and raped her. She had enjoyed it, thrilled to it.
Then there had been the visit of her friend, Lon, the following Sunday morning. Again, she had practically invited him to fuck her, the husband of her best friend, an executive at the plant where she worked. How could she have been so foolish?
Was it any wonder that he had fucked her, too? Helen undressed, put on a nightgown .and slipped into bed. She needed another good night's sleep. As she turned off the lamp, she could see the naked body of the personnel director and another shiver went through her. Yes, she had enjoyed that experience, too. She had allowed herself to be compromised. What if Lon and George got together at work and talked about her? They could talk to others, too.
And then Monday. Three days and three lays. She could hardly believe she was the same woman. Right there in the office after work, she had let the rough-handed riveter fuck her on the floor. And what had she done to him first? She had sucked his cock. She had also let Lon suck her cunt. She wondered what had come over her. She must be some kind of depraved maniac herself. She had thrilled to every second of it, every perverted act.
At last, Helen fell asleep. When she awoke, it was way past time to get to work. She had forgotten to set the alarm. She picked up the phone, dialed the aerospace plant and called in sick. Then she rolled over and went back to sleep.
When she awoke, she didn't feel well and stayed in the house. The next day was the same, and she found the easiest thing to do was to just call in sick. Maybe she'd never go back. How could she? She didn't bother dressing that day, either, just threw a robe over her naked body and spent the day sitting around, drinking scotch. It was with a surprise that she heard the doorbell ring around seven o'clock in the evening. It was Ed. She let him in and he took a seat on the couch. He was carefully eyeing her slow movements. Her tongue was thickened from the alcohol and the bottle on the table was almost half empty.
Her robe couldn't hide the wildly exciting curves beneath it. Helen was perched precariously on the edge of a chair, poised as if for flight, one slender thigh revealed where the robe parted. The long brown hair swirled slowly around her beautiful face as she shook her head in a vain attempt to clear it.
"Glad you were home tonight," the gruff man whispered awkwardly.
Helen nodded dumbly, afraid to speak. Ed's eyes were pouring over her again in a more than familiar way. She felt an isolated muscle quiver deep in her belly and her throat was dry. "I'm thirsty tonight," she said lamely. She reached for the bottle and splashed some scotch into the glass. The silence was deafening. Helen carefully crossed the room and curled up at one end of the couch, clutching her glass as though it were a friend's hand.
Ed Banks looked so rough to her. A shirt open at the neck and jeans revealed the lines of his powerful body. He looked even tougher tonight, not less formidable. She waited for him to begin the conversation, knowing she was both afraid and attracted to him. He was trying to ruin her, just like those others, so how could she possible be attracted to him? Perhaps it was the very strangeness of the man, the awkwardness that hid his sexual prowess, those abrupt shifts to frankly bold sexual stares. "Why did you want to see me?" she finally whispered.
His hand came out casually, catching a strand of her fine hair. He toyed with it. "You look even prettier tonight," he offered.
Helen looked at the carpet, not daring to meet his eyes. "You shouldn't have come here." Under the robe, she was suddenly very conscious of her nakedness. When she should have been worrying about persuading Ed to go home, she was beginning to feel again her own newly-freed awareness. How could she hold on to her sanity if this continued? George had unleashed something in her, she realized, that must have been straining for a long time to come out.
"I had to come!" Ed said after a time. His hand strayed down to her knee. "I couldn't stay away, not now." The man's voice died to a suggestive whisper as his hand traced the length of her cloth-covered thigh. His glowing blue eyes were inches from hers, boring into her soul.
Helen could no longer avoid his eyes. They shot into her, into the soft, vulnerable places deep inside her. She could feel the insinuating hand on her thigh, a warming tingle running through her nerves. Get away from this sex-crazed man, her conscience warned her.
"I can do a lot for you if you'd let me, you know," Ed purred in a husky whisper into her ear. "You're a very beautiful woman, but so alone."
Helen heard his words from a distance, the meaning not registering immediately, for his lips were at her ear and his hot breath blew tiny sensual gusts into the sensitive orifice. The soft sound sent shivers through her whole body. She knew dimly that in a matter of seconds, he'd have her in the same position she'd been subjected to before, but her muscles refused to move her away from the exultations that flashed joyously over the surface of her skin. She found herself waiting breathlessly for Ed's next move. When would he come closer yet?
Suddenly, the mouth at her ear was sliding around her cheek and capturing her wet, parted lips in a fierce, long kiss. She could feel the hardness of his young lips, the teeth behind them grinding into her soft, receptive mouth. His strikingly long tongue shot into the warm wetness of her mouth, probing deeply into her, forcing her head back against the couch. Not enough breath came through her straining nostrils. She was helplessly drowning in the wave of forbidden passion that swept through her like a raging tide.
Her brain began to function briefly when Ed's hand snaked inside her robe, catching one fully-ripened breast in a cruel squeeze, his brutal fingers digging into the resilient flesh while his tongue plunged relentlessly into her mouth. She must be mad, completely mad, to let herself get into this position with aguy who knew what she was. She was letting him caress her naked body like a common whore.
Suddenly galvanized into action, Helen struggled from the couch and Ed Banks'arms. She was shaking with rage and fury, a red sheet of flaming anger in front of her eyes. The anger was outwardly directed at the man, but its source came from her own recognition of the stupidity and humiliation she had exhibited before him.
"Get out. Get out of here!" she screamed. Sudden tears came welling up to choke her, sobs rising from deep inside to shake her trembling body in a frenzy of rage.
"You're a dirty man, a filthy ass, tormenting me. Oh, leave me alone. I'm going to fight you." Helen sobbed incoherently, backing away from the jean-clad figure that came threateningly toward her.
The man moved toward her deliberately as he watched the wide-staring eyes pouring tears, the ragged breath sputtering out of her full, sensuous mouth, the proudly firm breasts rising and falling in anger and distress. With one swift movement, he caught a handful of her hair and viciously yanked her head back while he ripped the robe from her nakedness. "You don't want me to leave, bitch. You're going to beg for it, like you've never begged for it before. You know you love cock and fucking."
"Please! Just leave. You don't want me. Please!"
Another hard yank on her hair sent Helen to her knees before this calculating man who was going to use her so unmercifully. In horror, she watched his flashing eyes grow hard and cold as ice. "You're a hypocrite, Helen. You don't tell it like it is. You wanted me to come because you really dig my cock. I'm going to fuck you like you should have been fucked years ago. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to beg for more. You're going to grovel." The words came from between the man's tightly clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a cruel pull on her hair.
"Please don't. Oh, please." The words bubbled from the depths of Helen's frantically heaving chest, the breath coming in jerking fits and starts, the tears streaming down her beautiful face.
"Undo my belt! Zip my pants down!" Ed ordered. "Take out my prick!"
The commanding tone of his voice thrilled Helen, numbing her. She reached out again, slowly and deliberately, to make sure she missed nothing. Her trembling fingers found the end of his belt and released it. Fumbling, she found the zipper, pulling it down to reveal the pulsating bulge in the front of Ed's jockey briefs. She worked his jeans slowly down the long, youthfully strong legs.
Tossing his shoes off quickly, Ed kicked the whole bundle, shoes and jeans, away from him, his eyes never leaving the strangely smiling, wantonly drunken woman kneeling in front of him. His hands were still tightly twisted in the silky soft hair. "Pull my shorts down," he continued. He watched as she reached for his hips, her unblemished white arms pulling the heavy breasts even higher on her chest. The man thought he would go mad from the sensations of those slender fingers pulling the shorts down his hips. His painfully throbbing cock was already jumping like a maddened beast and he could feel his sperm-heavy balls growing hard and demanding.
Helen gasped as she stretched the shorts downward, releasing the awesome length of Ed's lust-thickened cock. It bounded out of the cloth like an angry, charging bull. It was beautiful. She could see the blue-veined organ poling out just above her face, so firm and hard with his youthful desire that it looked as though it might burst right through the smooth, satiny skin that encased it. How she wanted it. She wanted it here, in this house, where her grandmother had taught her right from wrong.
She was utterly fascinated by the wildly aroused dick that loomed over her like a blunt-ended club. It looked as though it would surely destroy her, split her asunder and leave her bleeding to death. It jerked, cleaving the air as though it had a life of its own, as though blindly seeking that private crevice in her body, drooling with a drop of translucent pre-come liquid just above her eyes.
Ed looked down at Helen, the humbled secretary kneeling at his feet like a slave, taking off his shorts. He gloated at her look of uncertainty when his thick cock sprang out before her like a lance. She trembled uncontrollably, and her naked, frim breasts quivered as the breath rasped out of her lungs.
Her soft, full mouth quaked and swallowed, lips trembling, as her wet, pointed tongue snaked out to lick their fearful dryness. He impatiently kicked the shorts off his feet and jerked his shirt off like a madman. Grabbing her beautiful face by the cheeks, Ed looked down at her in triumph.
"Kiss my cock again, gently, like you love it!"
Obediently, Helen opened her glistening lips. Her eyes looked down the length of the laborer's hard, muscular body to the tightly curled blonde patch of pubic hair where his hot, throbbing cock thrust outward in obscene majesty.
The huge pole stuck out over her like a guided missile of rigid flesh, darkened at the warhead and pulsing in readiness.
She wanted its throbbing warmness in her mouth.. He like to be sucked and she loved it.
Impatiently, Ed jerked her head forward, fingers twisting brutally in her hair, till her soft, petaled lips touched the achingly eager head of his prick. The first searing contact of Helen's moist, ovaled lips sent an electric charge sparking through the entire length of his wildly pulsating weapon. He groaned in lewd hunger as he saw the lush, ripe body of the secretary kneeling naked before him like a servant, a subject over whom he had complete domination, like one of those bio-shot executives at the plant.
His head lowered so that he could watch the lust-contorted features of the beautiful woman's face poised there before his loins, and his brain reeled with the mental image of his thick, hot prick burrowing in and out of her tightly ovaled lips. She was going to suck him again. He could already feel the semen beginning to stir restlessly in his balls, and knew it wouldn't be long before it would come spewing out of his shaft like a flow of white-hot lava.
"Hurry, hurry," he begged. "Suck it, baby, suck it!"
Suddenly, in total bondage to his wishes, Helen plunged her head forward, taking his entire lust-thickened shaft into her throat. Ed felt the incredibly moist warmth of her softly rounded lips close over the sensitive head of his fevered young cock, felt her firebrand tongue obediently lick circles of heat around and around it, flicking into the opening, drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there. His hands tightened in her hair as he thrust his loins forward, driving the length of his wildly eager cock deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it slam against the back of her throat just as it had back in the office.
"Mmmmm," Helen murmured around the riveter's fiercely hardened rod of flesh.
"Oh, yeah!" Ed cried in lust-crazed agreement.
Helen drew back slightly so that she was able to taste the pungent male slickness of his secretions again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. He watched her wet, pouting lips hungrily working on his dick, watched her warm, wet mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she bobbed up and down over the full length of his rigid, pulsating cock.
The sight of the beautiful secretary eagerly sucking him increased his arousal, and his hot loins tensed and began frantically jerking into his face. All of his lust-hardened flesh disappeared with each forward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with saliva between her widely ovaled lips.
Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering lick on the out-stroke, was a thing gone wild with lust, making the blood-inflated cockhead jerk and convulse as though it, too, were a thing with a mind of its own. Helen reveled in the pungent taste and odor of the hot, pulsating dick in her mouth. It was generating wild shivers of excitement that raced through her own naked, aroused flesh. She was suddenly overcome by a strange eagerness to have him fill her throat with his lewd sperm again. That thought goaded her to a height of wantonness she had never experienced before, and she cupped the man's rock-hard buttocks and savagely pulled his loins into her face.
Ed Banks ran his tongue across his dry lips. He felt a tremor course through his loins as he watched the young and previously terrified secretary clamp her lips even tighter around his frantically pulsating bone and begin to suck at it rhythmically and hungrily. The bitch was really getting with it. He groaned raggedly through the constrictions in his chest and caught her beautiful face harder between his rigid length. He could feel the muscles in her throat working as she gulped and tried to devour the full length of his blood-bloated shaft.
Choking and gagging, Helen reluctantly eased her hungrily sucking mouth back down the thick satiny-skinned cock that was wet with her saliva and glistening in the light from the lamp.
"Suck it. Keep on sucking. Suck it for me again," she heard the man croak above her. His tensed thighs were quivering as he crouched and impatiently thrust his hammer-hard cock at her face.
Her head came slowly toward him again, and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the tiny opening, causing a thin droplet to flow forth and disappear into her eagerly lapping mouth. She ran her wet, licking tongue along the underside of the lust-hardened pole and left her saliva shining on his scrotum. She smiled as she leaned to her task, for Ed's thick cock was pulsating wildly, jerking in frenzy with her newly-learned technique. She had never dreamed that anything so crude could taste so deliciously exciting. She wanted to swallow the whole thing if she could, for the taste of the thinly seeping liquid in her mouth was hotly masculine.
The taste of the man's pungent genitals was sending wild tremors of forbidden delight coursing through her. Moaning deep in her throat, she started to suck. A wickedly exciting thought leapt into her numbed consciousness. She wanted that beautiful cock to come in her mouth again, wanted his spurting orgasm to gush down her throat and pool in her belly. She wanted to swallow his seed, taste his cum, suck him dry to the balls.
She was truly depraved. That consulting engineer, George Gerson, had unleashed a fierce female animal that she had never known existed inside the prudish self that she had been all these years. There was no turning back, no hiding from herself anymore that she needed the sexual attentions of a male. Even this man aroused her to heights she never knew existed before. Yes, she had to have it, had to have this beautiful male organ in her mouth, to suck and tease and cajole, till he shot his heated load of churning white cum down her throat.
Her reverie was broken as Ed suddenly groaned, "Oh, Helen. Come here." The sight of her slavering face and bouncing naked breasts had become too much for the man. He bent and pulled her to her feet, the air hitting his saliva-slickened cock and making it feel cold. Almost whining now, the breath rasping out of his chest in snorts and pants, Ed pulled the naked, trembling secretary over to the couch. Getting sucked was great. Now he had to eat some pussy.
"Suck it again. Suck it while I eat your pussy," he moaned as he turned upside-down and positioned her naked loins over his face so she was on top of him and her mouth once more had access to his jerkingly alive cock. Looking upward, the man spread her long, beautifully tapered thighs over his face, opening to his view the moist, pink slit of her excitedly flowing cunt. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, the smooth layers of her pussy opening like flower petals beckoning him inward into the gates of her warmly scented womanhood.
With a deep anticipatory grin, Ed ran his hand over the white, rounded orbs of her buttocks, as he drew her wet, quivering cuntal opening toward his face. The brown pubic hair was wet and lay in damp tendrils fringing the lubricated slot. With one fierce thrust, his tongue speared the full length into the tight little inner hole between the hair-fringed lips. He felt the walls of her hot, palpitating pussy clutch fiercely at his tongue and clamp down. He felt her arch and squeal as her muscles jerked to long, quivering cords at his tongue's invasion of her moistened pussy.
"Eeeeeee!" Helen heard the scream tear from her own mouth as Ed jabbed deeply into the most secret recess of her body to sear her sensitive tissues with the hot, stabbing flame of his tongue. She'd never felt anything like it. It was as though a lightning bolt had hit. Her nerves and muscles were tensed to the breaking point, and still the fiery rapture shot through her.
A smile of triumph flitted across Ed's almost buried face as his tongue dug wetly into the soft, slippery flesh and her pubic hair became a cushion for his chin. Her pussy tasted so juicy. She was the hottest thing in town. She wanted a tongue-fucking so bad that the first moves had her wailing like a madwoman. She was hot as hell!
The other guys at the plant would sell their balls for this. If only he could convince them he really was making it with the secretary. Again, the idea flashed into his mind. If he could tie her up like in that magazine, he could have the guys come over fast and see her naked. He was licking hotly at her blushing cuntal lips now, while she in turn licked and teased his long, throbbing prick.
How long he had wanted to feel the soft, curling hairs of her pubic area and smell the deep feminine musk of her hot little pussy as it opened to his mouth. Here now, with her in this wildly sensual mood, he was doing just that.
He could feel his feverishly throbbing cock flow along the inner roof of her soft, warm mouth, and a moan began to build deep within his chest. The sex-maddened man breathed hard and blew into her, the cheeks of her naked, pumping buttocks tensing, then relaxing in front of his face.
He pried her spread thighs wider, pushing his hungry mouth hard up against the slippery sweet wetness of her soft, pulsing vaginal slit, making her squirm and move in ecstasy. He drew her over him further, so that her soft-rimmed pussy was sunk fully upon his nose and lips. Holding her tightly around the buttocks so she couldn't slip away, he rammed his heated, thickened tongue forward again and again between her wet, fleshy folds.
He heard her gasp excitedly and renew nibbling on his cock with an almost frenzied motion. She jerked with each hot, teasing contact, quickly learning to screw herself down upon him harder. Her moist, quaking vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing around his tongue like a tight rubber band, till he had a difficult time breathing. His breath exploded into her with tiny grunts that muffled themselves down. Then, spreading her still wider with his palms, he began to flick his tongue at the expanse of pearl-white backside. He sucked and licked while her hips wantonly lurched, almost out of control, around his face.
Her rapturously excited cunt flowered open wider and her heated secretions cascaded down her legs and his chin while he licked hotly and hungrily all around her frantically pulsating young pussy. The tantalizingly sexual odor which assailed his lust-flared nostrils was a bubbling mixture of her cuntal lubrications, thinly sweat-filmed skin, and the tiny, puckered little orifice of her anus, which was so close in front of his eyes. He lifted his lashing tongue from the oral fucking he was giving her slick pussy and moved along to the crinkled brown circle of her anus.
Rimming the tiny anal ring, his tongue darted inside her tight rectal passage with stabbing thrusts of passion. Then he returned, licking her softly throbbing cunt lips, plunging into the secret valley once again to discover the erect, throbbing clitoris. Sucking and teasing it unmercifully, his teeth bit tenderly while his tongue laved, the little love button while she churned and writhed above him in the lust-crazed dance of desire.
She was almost ready to come. Guttural moans came from her cock-filled mouth as her frantically trembling thighs tightened around his head. He could feel her excited cuntal flesh slip moistly around his tongue as if the nibbling, hair-lined pussy-mouth was trying to rip out his tongue by the roots.
The shamelessly aroused secretary snaked her heels against his shoulders, grinding her madly palpitating pussy into his face as he licked upward at the quivering hot hollow between her legs. The cords of Ellen's muscles stood out like steel cables all along her madly writhing body as she sucked savagely with ever-increasing hunger. She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insanely aroused, and she didn't care. She didn't care.
"Yes," she whispered in her sultry voice. "Oh, yes," she mouthed around the huge, pulsating cock in her mouth. Oh, she thought. He's eating my pussy while I suck this beautiful cock. Ohhhh.
"Yes what, Helen?" Ed asked, panting harshly. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to ... to suck me."
"Suck me there!" Helen cried, her eyes closing again, hips grinding a lewdly sensuous circle down over his face. Her head was beginning to flail from side to side with a crazed, abandoned lust. "My pussy. My pussy. I want you to lick my pussy. Oh, lick it, lick it!" Helen screamed as the man's long, hot tongue splashed into her. She licked harder and harder as her wildly straining body reacted with convulsive lurches. It felt so good. How could she ever deny this guy anything? It wasn't ugly. It wasn't sick. It was just plain good!
Ed continued his wanton tonguing of her moist, trembling slit as his hands slipped up under her belly to her heavily swaying breasts, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally now, while his mouth and tongue continued the assault of her wide-spread cunt. He made obscenely eager sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room with a weird noise that was soon amplified by the naked young secretary's cries of pure pleasure.
Her brain screamed as he continued to mouth and tongue her hot, dripping pussy. Then, buttocks frantically jerking and spasming with the plunging poker of a tongue, she felt him draw out and lick upward toward the tiny puckered ring of her tender ass-hole
Helen sucked hard on his madly beating cock in a gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring about anything but the insane bliss she felt. She ground her pelvis at him as hard as she could when he brought his hot, digging tongue into a seethingly wet contact with the forbidden opening, thrusting it straight into the tight little hole and splitting it wide to accept his lewd tongue.
Quivering uncontrollably now with the overpowering oral assault, her helplessly aroused body was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of the sensual pleasure that had seized control of it. He's tonguing my ass-hole, she suddenly realized. A fantastic erotic thrill coursed through her entire body like nothing she had ever felt before. She must be mad! This most filthy of all perversions was turning her on.
Helen writhed and squirmed over the insanely delicious licking till she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her love-starved loins and stomach. She had to have release, had to have it soon. Her head continued to flail as she sucked and licked hungrily at the thick cock, grinding her cunt down into the man's cunt-drenched face and tongue. She felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising, riding and then cresting.
She stiffened and Ed heard her cry aloud, "Ohhhhhh! I'm going to come!"
Her whole being seemed to explode over him. Ed could no longer hold back his climax. Here I come! he thought crazily as the hot rush of semen began to burst along its narrow tube. He heard Helen scream. "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ohhhhhhh! I'm coooo-ooommminnnggg!"
Ed knew she was straining to a wildly exploding climax as she began to wantonly twist and thrash about, her teeth biting and nibbling his meaty cock like a dog chewing a bone. He continued to pillage her insanely teeming pussy. The juices of her milking cunt flowed, and she arched her back, bucking wildly, screaming in rapture, as torrents of hot cuntal lubricant spread its sticky warmth over his face and down his cheeks. Suddenly, she thrust her open lips even deeper over his wildly ejaculating cock, absorbing it to the hilt in her hungry mouth as the continuing spatters of his molten sperm spewed down her throat.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned.
Helen's head bobbed furiously over his long, thick shaft as she voraciously sucked the hot shooting jets of his semen. Her mouth was salivating as though his thick, white cum was the essence of her existence. She felt the naked man jerk and groan beneath her as he rammed his beautiful cock deeper and deeper in her throat. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the wildly jumping cock so as not to lose a single precious drop of his cum.
Helen twirled her tongue around the massively throbbing head to make room for the endless torrent. It seemed his balls were bottomless wells. His groans of pleasure incited her to even greater effort and, after a final spewing, his cock began to slowly deflate in her mouth.
She waited a moment, hoping for more, then lifted her head, causing his rapidly softening shaft to slide from her cum-smeared lips with a loud, wet, sucking sound. She turned and smiled drunkenly as he grinned contentedly in return. A single drop of semen dribbled over her lip and down her chin, dropping like a thick, white globule to his belly.
The laborer was gradually coming back to consciousness. He reached out wearily to stroke the silky strands of the woman's hair, then pulled her around and over him so that she lay stretched out along the length of his powerful body.
"Helen, you love dick. You love to do what I command, and you really love dick. You're completely under my control."
"I want to be," she said.
"Good. Then you're going to like what I plan to do."
She started to speak, but before slim could, she realized that Ed had risen and strode out of the room. She heard him rummaging about in the kitchen and then saw him return. He had a shank of rope in his hand, rope she sometimes used to hang out some underclothes she had to wash and dry in a hurry.
He approached her rapidly and began to twist her about. She found herself on her stomach, with her rear end high in the air. Then she felt the rope begin to bind her tightly about the ankles, then about the wrists. She heard him tear one sleeve off of her robe, and the next thing she knew, he had used it to gag her, wrapping it tightly about her mouth.
She twisted enough to be able to look up at him. He was standing over her, a sneer on his lips. "Just wait here," he joked. "I'll be back before long with some of my friends. They said I didn't fuck you Monday. Well, I'm going to show them who fucks who."
CHAPTER SIX
At first, Helen was horrified by the position in which she found herself. She realized now that she had sunk to the lowest stage of degradation. The roughest laborer lacked even the smallest amount of respect for her.
However, as time went by, she began to be excited by her weird predicament. She was helpless, totally dependent upon the mercy of one man to release her. After she struggled for a time, she let herself relax, and as she did, she began to feel mild ripples of pleasure traveling through her limbs. There was something arousing about her helplessness.
It was not long after that when she heard a sound and twisted about with some effort. Instead of seeing one man, as she had anticipated, she saw four! That bastard Banks had invited three of the roughest characters from the plant, and the four tough laborers were staring at her gaping cunt, elevated high into the air by her bonds.
She started to cry out, but the torn sleeve firmly gagged her mouth. Was there nothing she would be spared? What was going to happen to her? Why did Ed bring in those three other men? The evening could have been so perfect. Why was he ruining it this way? As if in answer, Ed strode up to her.
"This is Mel Watson," he said, pointing to one of the men, "and this is Chuck Cooper and Roy Rampling." They were all rough-looking laborers, probably cronies of Ed's at the plant. They stood open-mouthed, gaping at her cunt, while she lay there, bound and helpless.
"Shit," the one called Roy exclaimed. "She's as great as you said, Ed. You weren't bulling us. She's into a bondage scene all right," he added, admiring the way the ropes were tied. He was the guy who had shown Ed the magazine.
"Time for some action," Ed said. He quickly untied her and removed the gag. Then he reached out casually to fondle the warm softness of her breast, his fingers massaging and kneading as thumb and forefinger rolled the coral nipple back and forth till it was erectly peaked. "Don't fight it, Helen. We've got a lot of time ... all night and all day tomorrow."
As she cowered nakedly, stiff with terror, the cold reality of the situation in its hideous entirety suddenly hit her numbed brain. She was going to get raped. She was going to be raped by a gang of vicious bums who thought and acted like animals, who had little compassion or feeling towards her or any other woman. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was soon to be. Her eyes skipped over the leering faces and she saw no mercy or reprieve in their expressions, only an undisguised passion. She remembered seeing one of the guys now, leering at her across the cafeteria at the plant.
She sat upright, rubbing her mouth where the sleeve had cruelly cut into her. Roy spoke up. "I could use a drink." His voice was shaky as he looked the naked secretary up and down.
"Get some glasses," Ed said. "Over on the counter there."
While Ed was speaking, Mel Watson sat down beside Helen. He ran his hand over her fully pouting breasts, feeling their amazingly soft silkiness. As he teased a coral-tipped nipple to erectness under his thumb and forefinger, he said, "You guys ever see such tits?"
Shivering inwardly, Helen tolerated the crude man's caresses. She had already faced her point of decision and had passed it. Her mind realized that there was nothing she could do to delay or escape her fate. Fatalistically, she had decided she would have to do their bidding. The time she had spent in bondage had not only subdued her, it had unleashed some strange erotic desire. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted to get gang-banged. Also, she knew that her cooperation would assure her that she would not be hurt. She waited almost eagerly for Roy to return with the glasses. That's what she needed to dull the last vestiges of shame and humiliation in her.
Having raised both nipples to a budded hardness, Mel bent down to suck the entire areola. His tongue and the roof of his mouth nursed at her naked, quivering breast. The suction became increasingly painful till, suddenly, again that unexplainable warmth flowed out, permeating her breasts and racing through her belly to ignite that terrible and beautiful flame in her wet, throbbing cunt. She moaned with the horrible pleasure of it, and then without control, her hand slipped to his neck to pull his rough head close to her.
What's happening to me? she thought. That feels wonderful. His mouth, just his mouth on my breast, is making me hot all over again. It's wrong, so wrong. I shouldn't be reacting to a stranger like this. But I feel so sexy and wanton, almost like I want them to rape me. I don't want this. I only want Ed. This way, I'm a whore, a slut. Am I a whore? I'd rather die. I was drunk, that's all.
Her naked, flaring hips began to undulate, almost imperceptibly, and the tensed muscles of her thighs relaxed, allowing them to fall open an inch or two. Ed saw his opening, and his hand went swiftly to travel the length of her smooth, firm, inner thigh, caressing, kneading and teasing before finally arriving at the sparse brown triangle of silken hair. His outstretched finger trailed lightly into the wetly closed pink slit, and with a deeply shamed groan, the young secretary found her thighs automatically splaying open to his eagerly plundering hand. Without hesitation, his finger dipped into the tight little cuntal opening where the warm viscous moisture coated it as he slid his fingertips through her openly defenseless slit to the nub of her clitoris.
Roy came bustling across the room carrying five glasses. Ed looked up at him, his face twisting into a triumphant grin, and asked irritably, "What the hell took you so long?"
"Shut up." The rough-faced Roy held up the bottle of scotch. He carefully poured and then handed a glass to Helen first.
"Here you are, Helen." He laughed lasciviously.
She took it silently, hoping they would permit her to drink enough dull her senses, so she would not be so aware of the indignities they planned to heap on her captive body. When they all had their drinks in hand, Chuck raised his glass. "A toast ... to our very own secretary. May she fuck us as well as she did old Ed here."
Ed giggled and drank. Mel and Roy clinked glasses with Chuck and grinned. Helen took a large swallow, gasping as the potent liquor burned her throat. She drained her glass quickly and held it out for a refill. Roy understood. When Ed did not reach for the bottle, he did, giving the naked young secretary an extra slug of the stuff for good measure.
"There," Roy said, "that'll deaden things a bit for you."
Rising to his feet, Mel spat, "All right. Enough of this crap. Drink that down. You're going to get fucked good."
Chuck laughed. "Yeah. On with it!"
"No, please, I beg of you!" she gasped, shaking her head violently from side to side, as if the intensity of her protest could stem the inevitable cruelty of the attack. Helen knew it was in vain when she felt the men lift her and then lower her to the cushions on the floor. Her protestations were muffled by Roy's hand as he crouched behind her, clapping one handover her mouth and grasping her shoulder with the other. Mel stepped into place between her thighs, pushing her legs apart brutally. She stared hypnotically into the pitiless eyes of the youth, her brain struggling for the proper words of pleading. Chuck and Ed pulled her shoulders down to the floor, pinioning her arms till she was spread-eagled like a sacrificial offering before Mel, who hovered menacingly over her helpless form.
"Shit, man," Mel chuckled to Ed, "if you weren't my friend, I sure would like to be first to tear off a little piece of this right now. Look at that tight little pussy squirm!"
"Go on, man," Ed urged the other guy. "Loosen up her cunt for me. She just doesn't know how much she'll like this. Lick her cunt."
Mel gazed down at the firm, curving thighs that merged into the tender pink lips of her cunt, his eyes bulging with lewd desire. Moving his hands under the fully rounded cheeks of her naked, trembling buttocks, he placed his thumbs on either side of the soft hair-lined cleft between them and pressed gently. Her buttocks tried to clench together against the pressure he was exerting, but her muscles rapidly tired and bit by bit relaxed until he had pulled the soft lips of her moist, swollen cunt wide apart. Bringing his face down, he could see the glistening warm moisture forming, as if welcoming him.
The man gazed greedily for a moment and then with an animal-like groan, dropped his head to bury the full length of his long, slippery, snake-like tongue into the throbbing, hot walls of her exposed pussy.
Helen jerked, an agonizingly tortured moan escaping from deep in her chest. Tears streamed in tiny rivulets as the helplessness of her position leaped through her hopelessly confused mind. She tried to struggle to her elbows, determined to stop the lewd outrages he was inflicting on her defenseless, quivering body, but the sudden sight of the other guys grinning in vicious triumph above her choked back the sound of protest rising from her throat. There was no hope. The only way to get out of this without being hurt more was by submitting to their obscene demands.
Even though resigned to her fate, her naked, voluptuous buttocks still ground down into the pillows in a futile effort to escape the maddeningly lewd assault on her genitals. She forced her head up and her eyes widened in terror to see him hunched on all fours like a beast of prey between her wide-spread thighs. The moist, pink flesh of her exposed cunt was presented to his obscenely leering face in defenseless sacrifice.
The man sucked her tiny, now-erect clitoris into his warm, wet mouth, nibbling at it with the sharp, pointed tips of his teeth, till she cried out in pain. His head dove lower, mouth and tongue greedily working at her wet, flowering cuntal mouth. With eyes opened wide in arrogant delight, he watched the contortions of her face up through the proudly up-thrust mounds of her breasts. He was waiting. They were all waiting for the first signs of total surrender.
Helen groaned over and over to herself in open humiliation as her head rolled helplessly from side to side, while his heated, spearing tongue stabbed in and out of her involuntarily twitching cuntal lips. Random, crazy pictures of the last few nights flickered through her mind as she heard the obscene, wet sucking sounds Mel was making down between her open legs. Helen had never felt so totally alone and helpless in her life, but she clungto the last vestige of her dignity, vowing that even if she were to be raped and humiliated, she would not allow herself to become aroused by these beastly, maniacal ruffians.
The laborer's eyes remained locked on her face as he continued the wickedly tantalizing thrusts of his long, slippery tongue into her vulnerably spread cuntal cavern. He watched the tears falling over her cheeks, and a deep satisfaction filled him. Before they were through, she would be crawling on her knees, begging them for more. Ed had been telling the truth. This broad loved to fuck once you heated her up with a little bondage. Maybe Roy had the right idea with his crazy magazines.
In spite of her earlier resolve not to respond, the captive young secretary felt tiny ripples of forbidden pleasure beginning deep in her quaking belly. Her firm, rounded breasts were sensitive and swollen as they jiggled sensuously from the crude, erotic tonguing her wet, throbbing cunt was undergoing.
Clenching her eyes shut, she fought the whirlpools of sinfully stirring sensation that were building in her loins. She knew she must not succumb as she had these last few days to the instinctive betrayal of her body. It was one thing to make love with one man, but not four at the same time and all rough, blue-collar workers from the plant. They would spread the word around that she was a whore.
Smiling salaciously, she saw the man lift his lewdly ravishing lips from her awakening cunt, and the cruel hands ceased to pinion her legs. Had she been delivered? Were they going to take pity on her after all?
A leer in his eye, Mel drawled, "It's going to be a real pleasure to fuck you, Miss Magnason He was chuckling crazily. "Just take it from me, there's nothing worse than a secretary who can't enjoy a good fuck."
Overcome with shame, Helen cringed back to the floor. If only it would open and swallow her. From somewhere among the grinning faces that seemed to fill her vision, she heard Ed's voice. Oh, the cruel betrayal. She'd thought he cared for her. She'd had such plans for him. They could have been happy, so happy.
"Man, she's a wild one when she starts going. You sure you can handle her, Mel?" Ed asked, sounding a little bit on the sarcastic side.
"By the time I'm finished with her, you'll know what wild really means. She'll be so wound up, you'll have to fight her off, for crying out loud."
Mel crouched down between her splayed legs and leaned over to fasten his teeth harshly into the nipple of her firm, quivering breast. She groaned in pain and attempted to twist away from the sudden, sharp torture, but her shoulders were held painfully down against the floor. The man's lips roamed wetly over the warm, satin-textured mounds, causing a clearly visible shudder of delight to quake over her naked body.
"Oh no, please! Don't!" she pleaded through scalding tears of shame and humiliation.
Mel moved back to squat between her slightly parted legs, and she could feel his hands stretching open her thighs again and beginning to work up to her wet, cringing pussy. Her sensuously awakened body arched up as she felt his thum bs on the sensitive lips of her hot, throbbing cunt, spreading them wider and wider apart. Then she was shuddering as Mel's outstretched middle finger gently pushed between the folds of warm, moist, flesh, and moaning pitifully as she felt his finger working its way relentlessly into her love-starved cunt. A moment later, the man began rolling his finger in tight little circles and thrusting deeper and deeper up between her legs.
The faint flickering of arousal she had felt before began to grow to a delicious electrical sensation, rippling in tiny undulant waves along her back and down her legs, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Tears of humiliation cascaded down her face as she found herself reacting involuntarily to his maddening caresses. She was sopping wet between her legs when her hips suddenly began squirming mindlessly in response to his lewd finger-fucking.
Helen gasped and caught her breath when. finally, the finger that had enlarged and stretched the now lubricated walls of her cunt slipped out with a wet, sucking sound. She felt exhausted, no longer finding the strength to resist the unwanted fondling of her private parts.
Abruptly, she realized Mel was kneeling above her, his long, jerking cock jutting out over her trembling flesh like a Cruise missile ready to fire. He leaned over and she felt the large, bulbous head of his hard, young prick moving up and down in the wide-spread slit of her throbbing, wet cunt, parting her soft, curling pubic hair in preparation for the rape she knew was coming. She tried to close her legs, but the guy pushed them open, holding them brutally apart with his knees.
"Hold her tight, you guys. I just have to get into that tight little pussy!" the man gasped as he rested one hand over her shoulder to support himself and, with the other, grasped his eagerly pulsating cock.
Helen's head fell back to the floor. Her eyes were shut tightly against the lurid picture of the ruffian lewdly aiming his thick, throbbing dick toward her cunt. The pole-like shaft was too large. She knew it would split her asunder up between her thighs. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, petrified in utter subjugation under him, as she felt the first soft, tantalizing contact against the sensitive, coral-lipped opening of her involuntarily flowing pussy.
"Oh no! You're hurting me," she finally whimpered as the bloated tip found the tight little opening of her cunt and gently thrust inside. It was a tentative gesture at first, but when he met the first resistance, he pushed forward harder. The hysterical young woman felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the unbearable pressure.
She was suddenly screaming incoherently as the lust-crazed man wormed the enormous, blood-engorged head inward another agonizing inch. She jerked open her eyes to see him grinning sadistically above her. He was killing her and reveling in it. He was relishing the sight of her suffering beneath the cru elty of his slow, relentless penetration of her helplessly exposed cunt.
He was pressing forward again, flexing his rock-hard buttocks with all his strength against the scarcely used resistance of her newly-violated cunt, till suddenly, she felt her inner defenses give way under the constant pressure. She thrilled to his sadistic brutality.
He came down heavily upon her, his weight flattening her quaking breasts against her ribs. The lust-hardened shaft rammed into her tightly clenching cuntal passage with a roaring fury, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her cuntal walls in rippling waves before it. Finally, with a loud groan, his loins slammed against hers, balls slapping heavily into the subserviently upturned cheeks of her buttocks. His long, hard cock was sunk to its fullest depth in her wet, quivering pussy, having finally come to rest with the smooth, pulsating head pressed hard up against her cervix.
Helen's cunt felt as if his savagely plundering missile had ripped it into a thousand tiny shreds when it exploded into her without mercy, battering and smashing all before it. Helen's quiet moans of painful humiliation went unheeded. There was no reason to struggle or to fight anymore.
He had conquered her. There wasn't one tiny ridge of pulsing flesh on his cock that she could not feel as it pressed tightly against the soft, clinging walls of her pussy. The long, persistent cock enclosed in her moist, heated cuntal sheath like a Minuteman missile buried in its launching silo. She lay still, afraid to move or breathe for fear of the additional pain it might bring.
Hot breath saturated her nostrils as Roy and Chuck leaned closer over her naked and trembling body. Their faces hung within inches of her spread-eagled figure, watching as if hypnotized by the rape of the voluptuous, young secretary by their buddy, who had skewered into her defenseless flesh in fiendish delight.
Then she was dimly aware of Roy's clutching hands, squeezing and massaging her tender, sore left breast, clawing at every part of her vulnerable nakedness he could reach, while Chuck's hand seemed to come out of nowhere to pinch at her right nipple, and sadistically dig into her sensitive flesh. She loved it!
To her surprise, the pain lessened almost at once as she felt her soft, slippery cuntal passage expanding further. Suddenly, Mel flexed his huge, ramming weapon inside her hot, throbbing cunt, reviving the half-forgotten agony of his brutal entry.
"Told you I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours, Helen," he tormented, flexing the punishing instrument deep inside her belly with diabolical glee.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned, her face contorted in pain. Over her, the man grinned in lewd satisfaction at the piteous expression on the helpless secretary's face.
The mammoth cock swelled again. She was on fire with the pain that racked her widely-stretched body as if by the blast-off of a rocket. "Oh!" she cried, afraid he would hurt her more.
"Beg for it, bitch!" he spat at her. "Say it. Say it. Tell me to fuck you!"
"No. No. I just can't," she mumbled, fighting with all her strength and courage against this final humiliation. "Haven't you done enough?"
The guy just grinned at her in depraved satisfaction, heaving his loins forward with all his strength, somehow burying his massively thickened rod of flesh another half-inch into her painfully pulsating cunt.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she hissed, her resistance broken by the helplessness of her situation, her whole being fired by the thrilling, sadistic power of the tough stud.
The sweating Mel fucked heavily above her, breaking into smooth, lengthy strokes that pulled his glistening cock almost all the way from her eagerly clasping cunt, then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks till she could hear his balls slap against the vulnerable exposed crevice of her anus. Without warning, she felt Mel's fingers suddenly crawling down the cleft of her bottom toward the tiny target, the small puckered hole cradled so defensively below.
For a minute, he flirted teasingly with it, then pushed up into it with a sudden, quick movement of his middle fingers. Recollection of the thrill of Ed's tongue on the same spot came suddenly back to her. She had discovered a new and exquisitely sensitive erogenous area of her body her ass-hole.
Gasping at the unexpected new feelings, Helen felt her soft, rectal flesh yield before his attack. Though she moaned in painful protest, Mel thrust harder, working his outstretched finger deeper and deeper inside, stretching the tightly surrounding anal ring wider and wider.
A second finger forced its way in, and the groans of painful subjugation soon gave w ay to softer moans of rapturous pleasure as her tightly puckered anus slowly became accustomed to the unnatural invasion. Soon she was screwing back on his thrusting fingers as he methodically probed the warm, rubbery depths. She was hopelessly impaled between the hard, rigidly throbbing cock in her cunt and the fingers shoved in her anus.
"Hey, man, let's turn her over so I can fuck her from behind," she heard the one named Roy whisper in breathless impatience. "The bitch won't have anything left for me."
"Yeah, that's wild," Mel said in lascivious approval. "Roll over, bitch. We're going to give you a reaming."
Helen groaned in humiliation and frustration as Mel ceased in mid-stroke and lifted off of her. What could these rough laborers have in mind now? What did they mean by reaming?
"Turn over!" Mel brutally commanded her, pushing the young secretary's naked, battered body over onto her stomach. She rested, panting for a second, then felt herself being pulled up on all fours, her gleamingly white buttocks waving high in the air and her face resting on the carpet.
"Come on, you guys. She's my secretary," Ed suddenly snarled. "I want to get in on this too, and I know where I want to be." In a flash, the man slid under Helen's slavishly kneeling body and insinuated himself under her, his massively throbbing prick standing up like a Titan rocket. Reaching up, he grabbed her smoothly curved hips and pulled her downward, impaling her open cunt with one deft stroke onto his hot cock. His eyes closed ecstatically when he felt her tight little cuntal sheath close over the painfully throbbing shaft, and he gyrated out between lust-clenched teeth. "Okay, men, let's go!"
Mel knelt behind her, holding his pulsing shaft in one hand only inches from her tightly puckered little anus, while his eyes fastened on Ed's cock sunk far up into the slippery confines of the kneeling woman's widely-stretched cunt.
Then with his other hand, hm began to stroke Helen's soft, smooth buttock mounds, teasing the small, flexing circle of her anus with the tip of his finger and enjoying the first moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his middle finger into her already once-stretched anal opening, wiggling it around inside, drawing greater whimpers of increasingly ardent desire from the tortured woman's throat.
He released his eagerly throbbing cock then and used both hands to draw widely apart the gleaming white moons of her upraised buttocks, stretching the smooth, rubbery opening wide with his thumbs. Leaning forward, so that the lust-swollen head of his blood-engorged dick rested against the defensively cringing little hole, he began moving his hips and teasing his thick shaft along the widespread crevice from behind, till it was poised finally at the frantically puckering oval of her anal ring.
Helen was trembling with a mixture of momentary fear and eager anticipation of what was about to happen. She could feel the huge, bulbous head of Mel's cock pulsating hungrily at her rectal opening and she thought, it's going to hurt. Oh, it's going to hurt when he shoves all of that big, hard rod into me, but I don't care. I want it to hurt. I want him to fuck me there. I'm so hot I can't stand it. I want them all to fuck me.
"Eeeeeee!" she screamed, shutting off all her thoughts as a violently shuddering pain rippled through her naked, kneeling body. With one brutal forward thrust, Mel had bored his hot, throbbing cock far up into her fearfully cringing rectum, tearing it through the vainly resisting passage to bury it almost to the hilt in one savage stroke. He clutched hard at her straining hips, flexing again as he thrust still deeper into the warm, forbidden depths of her anal channel. The pressure pushed her further forward onto Ed's chest.
Mel began ramming forward with long, smoothly fucking strokes now, the rubbery walls of Helen's anus gradually expanding before his brutally invading cock till finally, with one last savage lunge, he buried every single inch of his tremendously expanded cock into her tightly clasping rectum.
"Ohhhhhh," Helen moaned. "Oh, it hurts. Oh, I can't take it. It hurts too much."
"Just relax. Just relax and fuck your ass back." Mel panted his instruction. "It'll be fine. I promise. You'll love it."
Numbly, Helen obeyed, grinding her buttocks back against the heavily penetrating cock. Abruptly, to her surprise, his advice proved sound. Her ass-hole did grow accustomed to it and she was overwhelmed in a sudden burst of desire. Yes, she was beginning to like it. She was starting to enjoy this lewd, bestial sodomizing of her private, secret passage while she bounced up and down on Ed's hard weapon from below. Her head flailed from side to side as she buffeted back harder and harder against Mel's cock.
"Oh, Mel. Fuck it. Fuck it harder. You were right. It's good. Oh, Mel. Fuck my ass-hole harder!"
The young man, following her command, began to fuck it harder, his sperm-laden balls filling, filling with his impending load of white-hot cum. His lust-glazed eyes lewdly feasted on the salacious sight of the beautiful young secretary impaled below in her cunt on Ed's up-thrusting cock, while at the same time, his own hardness disappeared into the wide-stretched hole leading to her rectum.
Suddenly, Helen had to see it, too. She swiveled, turning her head and looking back over her shoulder.
What she saw there Mel's huge, pummeled cock disappearing, drawing part-way out, disappearing again into the tiny puckered opening that was her own naked rectum caused Helen to jerk convulsively, wildly, almost as if she were about to come. She stared in lust-perverted rapture at her own madly undulating buttocks jerking back against Mel's thickly driving cock, her ripe, firm breasts dancing hotly beneath her as she writhed and twisted and bucked backwards and forwards between the dual assault of the two roughneck workers.
The third man, Roy, could stand it no longer. "I want you to suck me," he said. He slithered across the carpet and threw his knees wide, his swelling cock a straight rod upward and outward. It seemed to Helen that she had never seen such a gorgeous sight in all her life. She had to have it now, had to taste that beautiful cock in her mouth, feel it swirl around her tongue and cheeks. With a panting moan, she turned her head and eagerly opened her mouth.
Roy impatiently trembled as he saw her insatiably lewd desire. His cock jerked and leaped. Her hands were wantonly smoothing over her own soft, firm breasts and silken mound of pubic flesh as they were buffeted by Ed's thickly driving cock. Then quickly, Helen licked her lips and took his throbbing pole of hot flesh in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole, far back into her throat. She began to purr as the man caressed her disheveled hair, and his cock swelled to fill her hungrily sucking mouth.
Roy, kneeling before her on the floor, his knees on either side of Ed's head, grasped both sides of her head between his strong hands and held it firmly. He began fucking in and out of her face viciously. This beat the shit out of anything in any magazine. Helen gagged as he rammed the hard, fleshy shaft halfway down her open gullet, the full length disappearing into her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. She was completely impaled, plugged by three vigorous cocks in every orifice of her body.
Then suddenly, she felt one of her hands wrapped around the fourth man's hot, pulsing cock. She heard Chuck begin to whimper, thrusting frantically, fucking his thick, throbbing shaft into her tightly clasping hand.
"Oh no," she groaned in disbelief as all four men buffeted her back and forth-like a football between them. They would use her helpless body like an empty tank in which they would pump their lewdly heated young sperm. Then, the very hopelessness of her position was suddenly an erotically stimulating thing. Being fucked brutally by four excited men aroused her, reviving the great hunger she had felt only moments before.
She began to thrust her naked, quivering buttocks in tiny circles of wanton hunger, grabbing with her anal passage at Mel's thick, embedded prick and then rocking forward, clasping with her cuntal muscles at Ed's long, hard cock burrowing into her eagerly twitching cunt from below. All of a sudden, she wanted to have it all, to flood her insides with the hot, spewing cum of all four of them, till it splashed out of her every bodily opening in great white torrents.
She sucked ravenously at the wildly ramming cock in her mouth, cheeks hallowing and puffing with the savage battering, all the while pulling maniacally on the hot, pulsating dick in her hand. Helen wanted Roy's lust-thickened cock to explode in her mouth, wanted to taste his hot sperm and feel it sliding down her throat. No longer a human being, she was just a great mass of quivering, sensual, female flesh, unable to think, only to feel and to lust.
She milked his cock with her throat muscles in a manner that even her tightly working little cunt could not match, and the length of her tongue laved the underside of his long shaft, while the tip taunted a portion of his sperm-bloated balls with insurmountable pleasure.
Roy stared down at his cock, completely absorbed by this beautiful secretary's lust-contorted face. The sight of her tightly ovaled lips massaging his pulsating hardness increased his fever a hundred-fold, and he groaned in madness. She tantalized his balls with one hand while the thumb and forefinger of her other hand stroked the base as she continued to suck hungrily up and down. He flexed his buttocks, watching the top of her head bob up and down as she simultaneously worked her naked, churning buttocks in smooth, undulating circles against Mel's hard-driving cock.
Mel crowed with delight, gasping as he fucked rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep into the hot buttery depths of her tight little rectum. The pink inner flesh of the wide-stretched hole drew back with his long, glistening cock, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out, and then her smooth, white buttocks swallowed it back up inside again until it was submerged with not even half an inch of it showing, its huge, bulbous head embedded in her hot, quaking bowels.
"Ohhhhh," the hot-cunted broad moaned through the cock in her mouth. "Fuck me, Mel. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!"
Helen was groaning like a launching rocket, totally abandoning herself to the wondrous feelings of all the hard cocks sunk deeply within her and about to flood her, drown her, consume her with gushing semen. Her naked, pumping hips swirled more madly around Mel's mercilessly slamming cock, before milking Ed's dick tightly in her cunt on the downstroke. Her lips were more hungrily clasped around Roy's rampaging cock as her own orgasm was building. It wouldn't be long.
Suddenly, Roy emitted aloud, grunting sigh of release as he jammed his hips forward one last time, burying his wildly jerking cock deeply in Helen's gluttonously sucking mouth. The hot cock burst like an atomic warhead exploding, and her cheeks expanded wide to keep herself from gagging on the floods of white-hot cum jetting deep into her throat. She gulped to avoid losing even a drop of the precious fluid, but a single droplet trickled from the corner of her mouth. She swallowed madly, as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed from his frantically ejaculating rod, and she swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the frothing sperm, cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and then emptied. When he was dry, she flicked out her tongue and speared the last delicious drop.
She screwed her sweat-streaked buttocks against the furiously driving cock in her anus, and with a scream from between tightly clenched teeth, felt her own madly quivering body about to explode like a thousand tiny firecrackers.
Then, behind her, Mel's fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails drawing blood, as he began to chant crazily. His thick, pulsating cock began to jerk, as Roy's was doing in her mouth. He was coming too!
"Keep sucking!" Roy howled, convulsively spasming. "Suck all of it ... suck all of it!" Spent at last, he pulled out.
Then Chuck moved in. Holding his eagerly throbbing cock with his hand, he guided it to the passion-opened circle. With a small groan of hunger, Helen lightly kissed the swollen cockhead with her sperm-covered lips. The man gasped excitedly. Next, she extended her tongue and wetly laved the head, licking it all around like a lollipop.
Helen ovaled her lips around his prick. She began to suck, using her tongue around the throbbing head. Then, with slow strokes, she moved her head up and down, taking him as far as she could into her throat. She heard him gasp as she moved her fast-working mouth wildly.
Ed plunged without mercy into her steaming cunt as he raced for his orgasm. Helen strained, arching herself to push her hot, quivering pussy onto him. She ground down on his long, hardened shaft, countering each of his thrusts and straining to absorb all of him into her. She wanted to go on forever.
Suddenly, she heard Mel wail behind her.
"Uhhhhhhh!" And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of her own approaching orgasm, Helen felt the beginnings of wildly rapturous release take hold of her body.
She squealed, swallowing Chuck's sudden flow of white-hot semen, reaching a peak of pleasure she had never known existed in the world; a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her mind threatened to burst from sheer pleasure. Her senses were shattered by the intensity of her climax.
Helen held her breath, as great convulsive spasms of welcome relief exploded inside like a thermo-nuclear blast and enveloped her in a mushroom cloud of ecstasy. She saw crazily flashing colors. She screamed in her mad passion.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming! I'm coooming!"
Mel rammed into her hot, clenching ass, coming to his own orgasm in furiously hard thrusts, the thick, cream-like semen rushing through him, to jet deep into the forbidden depths of her rectum.
Then he collapsed on top of her, panting for breath. Helen screamed as her cunt flooded and her ecstatically convulsing body jerked wildly. She climaxed again and again, soaring on the waves of incredible sensation that engulfed her. After some time, she collapsed onto the naked Ed, the two cocks slipping from her wet, throbbing cunt, and her newly-stretched anus with loud, lewd sucking sounds.
She felt her head being lifted and then lowered again onto a warm, young thigh. "Mmmmmm," she moaned in supreme pleasure.
Ed's voice began whispering soft words of love to her. His strong but gentle hands stroked her hair.
She enjoyed every second of it. She wished it could go on forever. She had found something so exciting that she knew nothing else in the world could compare with it. She had found the joy and pleasure that her body had in store for her, and she found the thrills that only a cock could provide.
She lay there in a stupor of delight. For the first time in her life, she felt complete satisfaction. Four men were better than one, and she didn't know how she could thank Ed Banks for what he had done for her. She also owed a debt of gratitude to George Gerson and
Lon O'Neill. Each of them had helped her find herself. Now she knew that she was a real woman ... and she wouldn't want it any other way.
