In no time during the twenty years she had been alive, did Sharon Seeley humble herself to anyone. Rich, because her parents had been exceptionally well-to-do, Sharon had displayed an amazing aptitude for learning, and as a result breezed through school so quickly, she was a full eight years ahead of herself, and was starting her internship at the local hospital. Wealth was something to which she was accustomed, and so continued living in a luxury apartment paid for by her parents.
It therefore came as a shock to her when her father asked her to meet him one day outside the hospital to discuss her financial future. Necessity, she soon learned, had to take the place of accustomed luxury.
Zest was the one thing with which she had been filled all during high school, college, and medical school. At no time did it occur to her that her parents might run out of money, and she had spent rampantly, making fun of the other students who had to work in order to pay their way through school.
Color drained from her face when her father told her the bad news.
"How did it happen?" she wanted to know.
"A series of bad investments," he replied. "Really, I have just enough money left to take your mother to Florida and buy a small condominium so we can live out the rest of our lives in peace. I hope you can find some way to support yourself, because at this point there's nothing I can do."
"All right, father," she nodded. "I understand."
But she didn't understand. Suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, she was poverty-stricken. She, who had spent her life alternating between studying and looking down at everyone else because they were incapable of earning money like her father, was now one of them.
As an intern, she would earn some small sum of money, but it would hardly be enough to keep her in the luxury apartment near the hospital. By the same token, she was unable to move back into her parents' home because that house was being sold and her parents would be down in Florida in less than a week.
The rent on her apartment had been paid for the rest of the month, but unless she found some alternate means of finance, she would have to move out. Doing so, would let the other interns know she was as poor as they, and they would probably take sweet revenge by laughing at her and making her feel as small as she had made them feel.
Alone in her large apartment, the air-conditioning going on this balmy June Sunday, Sharon stared at her naked body in the full-length bedroom mirror. It had never occurred to her to take advantage of her body, to use it to gain what she wanted, though she had to admit she was the kind of woman any man would give his soul to possess, outwardly, anyway. She had long, blonde hair that trailed halfway to her waist. It was a dark, honey-blonde. When she had been younger she had been pudgy, and as a result, her breasts had developed when she was eleven, going on twelve. At the age of thirteen she had lost most of her baby-fat, but her breasts hadn't shrunk one iota, revealing they were still growing, and therefore still as solid as ever. They stood up delightfully even when she didn't wear a brassiere, but because of their size, they did wobble, so she was forced to wear what she called a harness. Later, she learned that the wearing of the brassiere had prevented excess strain on her pectoral muscles, and as a result, her breasts would remain hard and firm for many years to come. They had a natural tan to them, as did the rest of her body. One would think that with skin naturally dark, she would have had tan nipples and areolae, but in Sharon's case that wasn't true. Her nipples were a rich pink, as were the surrounding haloes.
Her large amber eyes created a look of innocence on her face. That look was further enhanced by her short, straight nose, but instantly dispelled by the arrogant pout of her full lips. It was all set in a perfect oval of a face that, like the rest of her body, was totally blemish-free. She had a very narrow waist, so narrow that it made her wide hips look broader than they were. Having been fat when she was young, Sharon exercised daily to prevent it from happening again, and she knew no matter how old she got, she would never become too broad in the beam.
She had a wide pelvis, one that was sprinkled with such a light quantity of fine golden hair, it almost looked hairless. Her thighs, because of her exercises, were like Grecian pillars, tapering to calves that were neither too heavy nor too slender.
All in all, Sharon, in her own opinion, was as physically perfect as it was possible for a female to be.
As far as she was concerned, the solution to her problem lay in only one direction: marriage. Unfortunately, she didn't know any wealthy men. She knew loads of poor men, mostly interns. And the doctors she knew who had money were married. So that let them out. In all her life, only one man had had the courage to propose to her, and he hadn't even so much as tried touching her the wrong way. Lamont Dennison had been a dreamer rather than a doer. He had been handsome enough, in his own way, but the man had never set out to earn himself any money. Too bad! He was the one man who would have married her without question, knowing full well she didn't love him. He would have been grateful simply to use her body.
The mere thought of a sexual encounter made Sharon shudder. Not merely thinking of it with Lamont Dennison, but imagining herself under any man caused her naked body to shiver. Still, marriage was the only way for her to become wealthy in a hurry again, provided she found the right man.
It was Sunday, but that meant nothing to Sharon. Like all the other interns, she had to work at the hospital on days when regular doctors were out with their families, when surgery didn't take place, and where, aside from emergency cases or unexpected things taking place in Intensive Care, nothing ever really happened.
Sharon dressed with meticulous care, wearing the most provocative underwear though she knew no one would see it. Then she slipped a green summer dress over her head, pulled on nylon foot-coverings, and slipped her feet into sensible white hospital shoes. Nurses were obliged to wear stockings, but she was an intern, soon to be a doctor, and as a result didn't have to worry about the head nurse coming down on her. As a lowly intern, she still ranked above the highest nurse.
The hospital was only two blocks away from the high-rise where her luxury apartment was located. The area had originally been a slum, but some clever people had bought it, had torn down the abandoned buildings, and had provided other, older buildings they owned to those people who still occupied some of the other buildings, thus collecting rents from them, while destroying what had previously been their homes. After every building for ten square blocks had been leveled, they built a huge project, a project for upper-middle-class to wealthy people. Sharon lived in one of the finer apartments. It wasn't a penthouse or a duplex, but it was spacious, with two bedrooms, a huge living room, a large dining room, an immense kitchen with a dining area, and a small room where Sharon kept all her medical books. The apartment rented for a mere seventeen-hundred a month.
Slipping on her green shoulder bag, Sharon left the building and walked to the hospital. The heady atmosphere of antiseptic and humanity infused her with an even stronger sense of superiority. Here, even though she was an intern, she behaved as if she were a fully qualified physician. In her own mind she was certain she was already far superior to most practicing physicians. In reality, she was quite good, able to diagnose quickly and correctly, and also able to administer the proper dosage of the proper medicine.
After checking in, she slipped a green gown over her dress, thereby enabling anyone seeing her to know she was a doctor. The little badge over her left side confirmed it. DR. SHARON SEELEY!
She then proceeded to make her rounds, looking in on the various patients to whom she had been assigned. She worked in conjunction with three of the better doctors at the hospital. Each had specifically requested her when she had finished medical school, after having seen her record. Though she was supposedly responsible for all the patients in a given area, barring some kind of emergency, she had to give priority to the patients of these doctors. Their reason for selecting her was purely medical. She was more than good at her job, she was exceptional. What this meant was, their patients would be in good hands when they weren't around.
She had just about completed her rounds with all the known patients when she realized there was a new patient in one of the private rooms. The patient's name hadn't been posted in the plastic slot outside the door, but the doctor's name was there. Dr. F. Barnes. Doctor Barnes was one of the three doctors to whom she had been assigned. She therefore assumed it was her duty to check this patient, as well.
When she walked into the room, she was unable to see the patient at first, because his bed was surrounded by four different women. They were all young, curvaceous, and facially lovely.
"Okay," she said to the women. "Everyone out for a few minutes."
The females all turned and looked at her, saw the no-nonsense look in her eyes, and decided it might be wise to obey. They sullenly trudged out, Sharon smug in her observation that when she gave an order, she was obeyed.
With the women gone, Sharon turned to look at the patient. For a moment she was stunned. It was Lamont Dennison, but he looked different. He looked younger in spite of the fact that he had to be three years older than when she saw him last. As it was, he was fifteen years older, than she, which made him thirty five. But the last time, he had been a haggard-looking man with a dream of someday writing the great American novel. Now, in spite of the fact that he was a patient in the hospital, there was no haggard look about him.
"Lamont?" she said, approaching him as he lay in the bed, noting his black hair was not merely cut now, but carefully styled. He had deep olive skin, more tanned than her own, and his brown eyes were a rich chocolate color. His nose was short with a slight outward curve to it that might have detracted from his good looks, but added to his masculine aura, something of which she had never been aware, before. He was thinner than when she had last seen him, even though the bedcovers hid most of him.
"Sharon," he smiled. "Well, who'd ever think I'd be seeing you here, of all places."
"I work here," she told him. "My internship will be up shortly, and I'll be a full-fledged doctor."
"I'll bet you'll be a damned good one, too," he nodded. "I remember how determined you were, the last time I spoke to you."
The last time he spoke to her. That seemed like a million years ago, though it was only three years.
Memory came vividly flooding back to her.
They had both lived in the same neighborhood, a wealthy neighborhood on the other side of the parkway from the hospital. The parkway separated the so-called well-to-do section of town from the poor section, though the company that had built Sharon's apartment house was already changing that, expanding the well-to-do section while moving the poor people to an entirely different area in another, nearby town some ten miles away. The neighborhood from which Sharon had come had been one made up of private homes and not apartment houses.
Lamont Dennison had lived across the street from her, with his own family. Everyone in the area referred to him as the lazy dreamer, the ne'er-do-well who would never amount to anything on his own. Though he seemed serious enough about his writing, he was also serious when it came to dating women. He went out with lots of them, and it was rumored that he'd "had his way" with quite a few.
Why Sharon had consented to go out with him the first time, she never did know. But she did understand that he showed her a good time, and more important, he had made no demands of her when he had taken her home. She had been seventeen at the time, in med school, with a heavy schedule, and in dire need of something to take her mind off her studies some small part of the time. Lamont had provided that diversion. He had taken her to the finest nightclubs, cabarets, shows, movies, and local festivals. Once in a while, especially when she reached eighteen, he had kissed her. In the beginning they had been brotherly pecks, but as time progressed, she sensed the passion in his kisses, and then one night, after a really enjoyable date, he had surprised her by saying, "Sharon, I've never felt about any woman the way I feel about you. I'd like to marry you and take care of you."
She had laughed in his face, taunting him about his not being able to take care of himself, much less her. Besides, being married would hamper her medical studies. The last thing she needed was a husband incapable of earning a living. It would weigh on her mind. So she had refused him, but had done so with something akin to viciousness.
Seeing him, here, now, in spite of the fact that he looked better than ever, made her control an inner impulse to make fun of him again.
"I see Doctor Barnes is your attending physician," she smiled. "As I recall, he wasn't your family physician."
"No," he replied. "My parents still have faith in the old family retainer. As for me, I find I like Doctor Barnes."
"But he's expensive," Sharon insisted, irritated that he was probably still sponging on his parents and making them pay for everything.
"I can afford it," Lamont replied.
"You mean your parents can afford it," she nastily snapped.
"My parents moved to California," he told her. "The big house across the street from where your folks live now belongs exclusively to me. I bought the house from my folks. I paid a hundred-and-twenty thousand for it."
"I assume you must have gotten a thirty year mortgage for a hefty amount," she insisted. "Still, even the down payment must have cost a pretty penny."
"I bought it outright," he told her. "I don't like mortgages."
"Oh, come on, now," Sharon snapped. "Where did you get that kind of money? You always had to depend on your parents for everything."
"I discovered something interesting," he told her. "There are six non-fiction books published to every novel. So instead of continuing to try and write the great American novel, I devoted myself to studying history, and as a result, after having delved into multitudes of different data, I've been writing long, but comprehensible histories of various nations, histories with accurate portrayals no one else has been able to do. As a result, my works have become bestsellers. Every book of mine has sold close to a million copies in hardcover, and three times as many in paperback."
"Well then," Sharon gasped. "You must have amassed quite a fortune."
"The book-writing alone has brought in more than seven million dollars, after taxes. But I've been a bit more fortunate with my investments than your father was with his."
"Well, just how much are you worth?" Sharon wondered, suddenly seeing a light at the end of her own dark tunnel. Here was an opportunity for the marriage she had been seeking, assuming this man was still in love with her. Having studied psychology while in medical school, Sharon understood that a person truly in love usually continued feeling love for another person, even if the object of this love initially rejected him.
"Now you're asking personal questions," he insisted. "However, let me assure you, I have enough money banked so that if all my investments were to suddenly go down the toilet, I'd still be extremely wealthy for the rest of my life.
"Well just what are you in the hospital for?" Sharon asked.
"Minor surgery," he replied. "I'm about to have three painful boils removed from my backside. The doctor said he would be able to do it in his office, if I wished, but he preferred my coming into the hospital. This way, I'll also get a complete checkup."
"According to your chart," Sharon said picking up the chart at the end of the bed, "you're scheduled for early tomorrow morning."
"Right," he nodded. "And if all goes well, by Tuesday morning I'll be going home."
"Would it bother you to have me look in on you from time to time?" she asked.
"Whenever visiting hours are over," he told her, reminding her of the ladies waiting for him in the hallway.
CHAPTER TWO
It was obvious Lamont Dennison still had a thing for her. Sharon intended capitalizing on it. All she wanted was marriage. If he chose to use her body, she'd put up with it. If he chose to fool around with other women after, she'd let him. But she wanted marriage because she was so used to living the good life, she had no intention of giving it up. In fact, the idea of living in poverty was so horrid, she might have contemplated suicide before allowing it to happen.
In the next twenty-four hours, she looked in on him no less than eleven times, especially after his operation. She was solicitous in every way, careful to say nothing, yet letting him know by gesture she had supposedly developed an inordinate fondness for him. In actuality, she had always liked him to some extent. After all, she had gone out with him when she was seventeen, even though he had been thirty-two at the time. He definitely exuded a certain masculine charm.
When he was released from the hospital on Tuesday, Sharon walked with him from the entrance to his car, a chauffeur-driven Cadillac limousine. Before getting in, he handed Sharon a card with his address on it, the address she had known so well since it was across the street from her parents old home, and he said, "Come visit me, sometime."
"Why don't you visit me, instead?" she offered, writing her own address on the back of the card and handing it back to him.
"Tonight?" he asked.
"I'll be free from four-thirty on," she told him.
"I'll be by at six," he assured her.
He was prompt. At six on the dot, he came to her apartment dressed in an expensive five hundred dollar brown suit. She, in a white cocktail dress, was waiting for him.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked.
"Send the chauffeur away," she told him. "Let's stay here."
"I didn't bring the chauffeur tonight," he smiled as she shut the door and led him into the spacious living room with the thick nylon velour carpeting, all turquoise. The window draperies matched, as did the patterns in the white wallpaper. Even the velvet-tufted furniture was turquoise.
"Would you care for something to drink?" she asked, pointing to the bar in the corner.
"I don't drink," he reminded her. "Actually, since we're going to stay here, let's dispense with amenities and get down to cases."
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"You invited me here because you want to know if I'm still interested in you. Am I interested enough to want to marry you?" he smirked. "After all, I know all about your parents' difficulties."
Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't thought herself so obviously transparent. Aloud, she said, "I always did like you, Lamont."
"I think you showed how much you liked me the last time we dated," he told her. "However, the past is past. To to be brutally frank, I might, just might, be willing to marry you, Sharon. After all, from what your parents have told me, you're still an unplucked flower. However, I'll have to satisfy myself as to your being unplucked before I even consider the idea of marriage. "That is what you want - marriage!"
"What are you trying to say?" Sharon asked.
"This time it's you who'll have to take the risks," he told her. "You're used to living well. If you have someone else able to support you, you'd never have played up to me. I'm your last card. The last link to your security."
"So?" she asked.
"So tonight I'm going to fuck the lovely ass off you, Sharon," he told her, still smiling.
"What you're saying is, if you find me a virgin, you'll marry me?" she asked, hopefully.
"Not at all," he shrugged. "If I find you a virgin, I'll keep an open mind. But if you aren't a virgin, there's no hope whatsoever for you. As for marriage, well, that'll take some time."
"No!" she insisted. "I can't do that. I won't sell myself like some whore, and then find out, after you've used me, that I'm not good enough to be your wife." She walked to the window and looked out.
She would have said more had Lamont not come up behind her and turned her around, tugging her slender form against his muscular body. He looked into her eyes, and said, "I've been dreaming of this moment for a long, long time, Sharon. I'm going to fuck you silly, and your struggling will make it all the more worthwhile. What's more, when it's all over, much as you'll hate me, you won't say a word to anyone, because deep down, you'll know there's the vague possibility I might still marry you. But let me warn you right now, I'm a total hedonist. If I do marry you, don't think your body will belong to me, alone. I often play swapsies with other men."
She tried struggling free, terrified of him, but he held her as tightly as an eagle would grip its prey. Sharon found her lips trapped by his in a fiery kiss, and it implied more than any kiss he had ever previously given her. His arms were a pair of still bands surrounding her, pressing her slender gentle form against the hardness of himself. She was so astonished, she wasn't quite sure what was really occurring. But there was no mistaking the rising demands of his kissing lips as his heated breath flowed between her parted lips. The expensive aroma of his masculine cologne made her nostril dilate, and the solidly hot domination of his arms and hands as they circled her ribcage and reached down to squeeze her ample buttocks ... oh, God! She felt that unmistakable bulge - the swell of his throbbing penis beneath his pants pressing insistently against the flat softness of her trembling belly. His lips kissed her all the harder.
Sharon wondered if this man really thought she was some naive little morsel who, having rejected him years ago, and now suddenly in need of him, would suddenly succumb willingly to him. She all but snorted as she shoved hard against his chest, hitting him with doubled fists as she struggled to get away from him.
Lamont held the far-from-fragile bundle that was Sharon very easily, exerting almost no strength whatsoever. She was not at all tall, no more than five-feet-two in height, and even though she was wearing heels at the moment, she seemed tiny. The lovely blonde was totally defenseless against his superior strength. Her bones were barely cushioned by the softness of her own tanned flesh. Her fully swollen, luscious breasts were solidly mashed against Lamont's chest, making him aware of the buttons on his vest pressing into her.
She was the one woman he had really fallen for, at one time. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing he still loved her. She was a snot-nosed bitch who needed to be taught a lesson. She wasn't the only woman who had refused to sleep with him, though in her case he had proposed marriage rather than an outright affair. But the other women had meant nothing to him. She had meant everything, and she had hurt him. Now he was going to exact a full measure of revenge. As for marriage, well, maybe he'd fuck her right out of his system and wouldn't want to marry her. But by God, this time he wasn't going to let her get away. She would struggle, she would fight - he knew that, expected it. But he'd tame her and then decide whether or not he still wanted her.
Brutally he forced his tongue into the softness of her delicate mouth. It pushed past her even white teeth as he held her fragrant body that much closer. One hand still squeezed a buttock.
Sharon went wild with a mingling of fear and rage. She screeched and screamed, clawing and struggling, knowing no one would hear them since all these apartments were made energy efficient, and therefore soundproof. She did her best to bite and scratch, but Lamont ignored her, concentrating instead of the soft feel of her sweetly delicate body. His mind was already envisioning what she would look like without clothing. Sharon was almost insane in her wild struggles, and the man loved that. Sharon had been his one real challenge, the only woman he had ever cared about. Taming this particular shrew was something he had dreamed about for the past three years, never really believing he would have the opportunity of doing so. Fucking her would convince him once and for all that he was every bit the man he imagined himself.
Sharon continued wriggling and squirming, using all her strength as she panted, feeling the air coming from her nostrils to be raw flame. She noticed her beating fists and clawing fingernails did nothing to deter the man. He was a monster who continued hugging and kissing her, his tongue moving through her helpless mouth,, exploring every little crevice and depression, and all the while his strong hand continued squeezing her behind. What bothered Sharon most of all was the pressure of that damned ... thing ... that penis of his as it continued pressing into the softness of her belly.
Taking a deep breath she called on every last ounce of strength to finally wrench her mouth from his.
"Stop it!" she gasped. "Stop it this instant! You can't ... I won't allow you to ..."
But the man's hand was straining behind her head, once more forcing her struggling mouth against his own. She was aware of his powerful fingers weaving their way through her long, honey-colored hair, holding her in place as she did her best to try twisting her head one way, then another.
Lamont knew Sharon had to be a virgin. Her struggles at the moment were as much to protect her maidenhood as they were to prevent him from raping her for his own convenience. Had she not been a virgin, she would have allowed him to do anything with the hope that she'd be able to seduce him. Seduction was woman's greatest weapon, perhaps the one thing he wouldn't have been able to resist. But Sharon's refusal to employ it convinced him of her virginity. Hell! If she weren't properly fucked, and very soon, she would end up being a prune-faced old maid. Right now, she had to learn that in the relationship between them, he was the boss. He'd let go of her, but only when it pleased him to do so.
Meanwhile, his tongue continued mercilessly fucking into her mouth as he pressed a knee between her soft thighs. It rubbed against the lower part of her dress, pushing into the pubic arch of her body underneath. God! She felt good!
Sharon, who had never pleaded with anyone before in her life, was making whining noises now, the little pleading sounds coming from her throat as she strained in his clamping arms. She writhed continually, as if to let him know how much she hated being dominated ... especially by him.
Lamont wrapped one long arm around her body, pinning both her arms to her sides as he shoved his knee even higher, pressing his thigh that much harder against the sparsely haired softness of her pubis. With his other hand, he proceeded to almost savagely squeeze and maul the fullness of her bountiful breasts.
Sharon found herself quaking with pure rage and frustration. The feeling mingled with raw fear that continually surged through her helpless body. The man was a total animal, and he was physically overpowering her, as if determined to make her panic.
Horror nibbled away at her intestines. There seemed to be no escape from this man and the horrible fate he was proposing. Her legs were pinned, trying to squeeze against the thigh he had forced between both of hers. His knee was pressing firmly into her delicate crotch, causing all kinds of unwanted, tingling sensations, sensations of which she was previously totally unaware.
The feel of Sharon's swollenly heaving breasts, fluttering against his caressing hand, caused the blood to rampage all the more surely through his body, making his erection a stanchion of steel. His cock was so hard, it was pushing against his shorts while painfully mashed against he softness of her flat belly. Hefting the arousing weight of her full breast in his palm, Lamont marveled at the perfection of its roundness and global curvaceousness. Yes, this was all Sharon, no padding, nothing phony about her. All he felt was the actual weightiness of two firmly soft feminine boulders with spiky nipples already pushing against the fabric of her brassiere and white dress. To him, they were melons fully ripened in the sunlight, swelling to a succulence beyond belief. No doubt about it, these breasts were definitely ready for harvesting, and soon he would have them popped into his mouth in order to soothe the craving within him.
The anxiously hot masculine hand continually caressing, holding, and actually weighing her full breasts caused an unwanted excitation, like a drift of sunlight shining through darkly gathering thunderheads, to sift through Sharon's unwilling body. Dear Lord! How had all this happened so suddenly? How had she fallen into this trap the man had set? She'd really had no warning whatsoever before he had pounced on her like some demon from the nether regions.
For the first time in her life Sharon actually wondered if demons really existed. But a moment later she rejected that thought. She was much too pragmatic to believe in devils. Besides, she had to admit the feelings working their way through her quivering body were anything but painful. Anguished though her mind felt, her body was feeling good, enjoying what was happening, and unwittingly she lessened her struggle a little.
Sensing the change in Sharon's attitude, feeling her basic inner mood alter, as if she were relenting a little, in addition to feeling her physical struggles lessen as she stopped straining so much, Lamont slowly un-sutured his mouth from hers. He kissed her cheek, then the side of her neck, then the soft part of her throat. He went as low as the neckline of the cocktail dress would permit. Then he wormed a hand inside said neckline to feel her smooth and silky tan skin. His fingers leaped across one softly rounded shoulder inside the tight-fitting dress. Then a fingertip poked down inside the edge of her half-brassiere, feeling the upper part of her rounded right breast. All the while his mouth was softy, carefully, tantalizingly nibbling at her lovely throat, kissing her ear lobe, tantalizing her jaw.
"The trouble is, you're still absolutely, flawlessly beautiful, Sharon," he whispered. "Yes, outwardly you're flesh and blood, but inwardly you're still a marble statue - though a beautiful one.
"Oh, God!" Sharon gasped. "No, don't do it, I don't want you to touch me there ... please ... no ... no ..." she pleaded, feeling his fingers finally reach their pliant goal - her extended nipples which hardened instantly to erect attention. A thrilling jolt of sizzling static tingled through her quivering body, ricocheting from one nerve-ending to another, until every sensitive point in her physical self tingled as if touched with a series of sparklers.
He was pinching her sensitive nerve-bud, making her nipple lengthen even more, causing it to swell into a shuddering, desire-stiffened hardness. It was a pellet of sensual delight. Between her columnar loins, Sharon sensed equally traitorous sensations starting to make even deeper inroads into her. She felt a funny feeling inside, as if drawstrings had been attached to her vagina from within, and now some invisible hand was pulling on those strings.
Sharon wondered how she had been so blind. Just how stupid a woman was she? Here she had deliberately hurt a man who had once professed to love her, and now that he was wealthy, and she was the one who was poor, she had made overtures, thinking he would be fool enough to still want her as a wife. She was a complete idiot!
Lamont brought both hands around to reach inside her dress and brassiere, intent on fondling both mam-maries at once. He discovered that under the dress, the half-bra she was wearing had a front catch. His anxious lips pulled on her ear lobe before his tongue suddenly leaped out, a soft, pliant penis trying hard to fuck her ear. That was when Sharon forced herself, despite continually responsive feelings enlarging in her body, to push against him, He fell back and stumbled over a chair, and she turned and ran for the door.
"Go on!" he called to her. "Go on and see how far you'll get with anyone else. You need me, Sharon, just as I have a need to conquer your body. You take one step out that door, and I'll be out of here before anyone sees me. No one will believe you when you try accusing me, and the worst part of it is, you'll be trapped. You'll have no money, no means of continuing to live as you've been living all your life - in luxury."
Sharon froze. What he said was true. He was her last and only hope. But she hated being mauled, hated his touch, hated the sneer of triumph written all over his face. Rage made her yell out at him, "I'm not one of those bimbos you have visiting you at the hospital, Mr. Dennison. Yes, I was nasty when I was younger, I admit it. Well, maybe I was nasty because I was falling for you, and the only way to break the crazy spell you had over me was to make you dislike me so much at the time that you wouldn't bother dating me again. Yes, I admit I'm poor, but when I saw you, it wasn't simple poverty that made me make a play for you. Seeing you rekindled the, desire in me, and I hoped you might feel the same way about me, and maybe want to marry me." This last was a blatant lie, but it would create an element of doubt in Lamont's mind, even if he didn't want to believe it.
"Sharon," Lamont said, his hands still kneading her nipples, "why don't you face facts? Ever since you decided to try and con me into marrying you, we both knew this would be inevitable. You were hoping to get a ring first. But I'm a firm believer in getting a lot of samples before buying the stock."
"Why does sex have to be inevitable?" she asked. "Just because you're a rake, a profligate and wanton son-of-a-bitch who has to try and crawl into the panties of every woman he knows does not make cohabitation between us inevitable."
"Bullshit!" he snapped. "You want what my money can provide, and I want your cunt. It's as simple as that. But you want it on a permanent basis. Well, honey, if you can't fuck worth a damn, why the hell should I tie up the rest of my life with you?"
"Please ... " Sharon whimpered, begging for the first time in her life, hating him for being so forthright about the truth. "I always thought you respected me."
"I respected you when you refused to marry me because you felt I would be a drag on your career as a doctor. But I'll be damned if I can respect anyone willing to sacrifice her entire life, marrying a man she claims she despises, merely to continue living in the lap of luxury. Why should my money make a difference? You despised me when you thought me poor. Obviously you must still despise me in spite of your verbal protests to the contrary."
"So you want to fuck me in order to build up the male ego you feel I once deflated," she snapped. "Well, I'm sorry, Lamont, but I can't do things that way. Whatever my reasons for approaching you, the fact is, if I didn't inwardly feel something for you, I'd never have come near you. Let's forget the whole thing."
"The hell I will," Lamont reiterated. "I got this far with you, and baby, I'm going all the way. If, after I've given you a good, solid fucking, you still want to end it all, fine! If not, then we'll come to some kind of arrangement whereby you won't have to reveal your own poverty to anyone else - at least for as long as I'm entertained by your presence."
"No!" she shouted.
"Yes," he insisted. "There's an old saying about God granting us the power to change what we can, which I've done by becoming wealthy, to accept what can't be changed, and that concerns my intention to fuck you, and finally to be able to recognize the difference. That's meant for you, you see. Recognize that though you're no longer the sweet little rich girl, it can be changed to make you look that way once my fucking you has become a fait-accompli."
His hands gripped her slender tan arms tightly, his fingers all but biting into her helpless flesh. She stared into his face as he stood there, towering over her, seeing his features contorted with desire. Though his fucking her would indeed be a revenge of sorts, his desire for her had definitely not lessened over the years.
The anger and fright scrawled over Sharon's lovely face made her look more lovely than ever to the tall dark-haired man. Her large almond eyes were wet, and tears had stained her lovely cheeks. Her dress-front had lost a button, creating the V effect, revealing the top of her cleft between her breasts. Even more arousing was the sight of the tops of her lovely breasts as they swelled upward. Looking at them made the galvanized steel of his stiffened phallus twitch that much more convulsively in his pants.
"Now you hear this, Sharon Seeley," he said, twisting her arms behind her back, then gripping her two wrists with one hand while running his other hand through the stream of her blonde hair, thereby making her lift her face to his. "The time has come for you to be properly fucked, yes, fucked! That's the word.! It says it all! I think you should know what it's like to have a complete orgasm, and then, when it's all over, if you feel you can still discipline your body, I'll walk away, but I'll pay for your services by at least giving you another month's rent on this place."
Sharon stared at the man with disbelief written all over her face. Her eyes were round with terror. She realized he was going to do just what he'd said he'd do. She was his captive, his to do with as he pleased. Her body felt bruised, her pride humiliated. The agony pulling at her shoulders because of the way he held her wrists behind her, and the pain in the roots of her hair as his fingers brushed their way through again and again was all too real. A great tide of shuddering sobs rose in pounding surflike waves from the depths of her chest, making her cry out loud.
Whether she liked it or not, she was about to learn what sex was all about. When it was over, he promised he would leave and not bother her again - if that was what she wanted. He had promised her money so she'd be able to pay the rent on her apartment for another month. In that time she might be able to work something out elsewhere.
"I'm going to let go of you, Sharon," he said to her. "When I do, I want you to undress. Don't look so horrified. What we're about to do is done all the time between men and women. Besides, it'll be better for that lovely dress if you remove it than if I rip it off."
Lamont let go of her, and Sharon stumbled away from him toward the bar. She stopped herself by gripping the back of a nearby chair, clinging tightly to it, fighting for control of herself. Lord! She felt a little easier. Now she'd be able to catch her breath and figure a way out of all this.
Lamont looked at her as if he were a king staring at a slave. At long last he was bending Sharon to his will. She was the only woman to reject him who had affected him emotionally. Now he was about to find out if his feelings for her were merely lust, or love. Yes, love in spite of the nasty way she had always behaved toward him.
Removing his own suit coat and vest, he said, "Off with your clothes!"
Sharon's hands slowly moved up to her neckline, then down to the different buttons in front. Her fingers shook as she found herself struggling with the buttons. The thought that this man was going to rape her as casually as he would eat a meal had her on edge.
As she stared, she saw Lamont remove all his own clothing and toss everything on a nearby chair. Then he walked over to another chair, one with a firmer cushion, and he sat in it. It had gross-point fabric so his flesh wouldn't stick to it. He glanced down at his upstanding cock, watching it jut up straighter, harder, and more bloated than ever before. With one hand he gripped it while watching the show Sharon was putting on, awkwardly attempting to pull her dress off. The staff was jerking wildly, a thing alive unto itself as if in no way connected to him.
Sharon was reluctant to pull the white dress over her head, but did so, freeing one arm at a time. When she got it off her head, she turned to see her captor sitting nakedly in the chair. He looked like something Cellini might have cast in bronze. His chest had a curious lack of hair, and where she had once thought him to be flabby, she saw nothing but firmness. Hard chest muscles, strong arm muscles, a flat belly and a narrow waist. But what caught her breath was the sight of his belly being bisected by his mammoth cock. It stood up against his belly because of the way he was leaning back in the chair.
Having worked as a doctor for some time now, Sharon had seen more than her share of penises, many in an erect state, but what she was looking at now was monstrous. It didn't belong to a human being. It was so unrealistic, Sharon was certain he was playing some kind of practical joke on her by displaying the organ so prominently. She was sure it was an artificial organ covering his real one. But as she stared, seeing the flesh move when his hand pumped it, she realized much to her dismay it was only too real. To think, he intended injecting that probing horror into the narrow tenderness of her aching vagina. Good Heavens! He had to be insane!
Sharon continued staring at the way his hand kept on stroking the hard organ, his brown eyes hooded by half-closed eyelids as he watched her, intensely. She was some kind of helpless prey, one that had invited a predator into her lair, and now the predator was about to swallow her whole. There was no hope of escape. She was trapped.
Sharon stood still for the moment, a statue in the act of undressing with her eyes widened by fear. But through her terror she managed to maintain her poise, looking lovelier than ever with her blonde hair partly over her shoulders, shoulders that were smooth swells of delight. This made the man staring at her want to see more of her body. She realized she was hopelessly lost, and the virginity on which she had prided herself for keeping these past twenty years was about to be ripped from her body and lost forever.
Her large breasts swelled, tanned globes in the inadequate restraint of her small, white lacy half-brassiere. She realized that his seeing her in such intimate underwear let him know she was only too aware of how desirable a woman she was.
Hell! Her skin was so smooth, so perfect, so delicious-looking from top to bottom. She had shucked her half-slip, and the tiny indentation of her navel in an otherwise perfectly flat belly looked like a dark star in an amber sky. Staring at her silken-fleshed legs, he realized she was wearing transparent pantyhose, and they made her legs shine.
"I want everything off," he told her. "Everything!"
Lamont was in no hurry. He was enjoying himself too much, watching the apprehensive slowness with which she was removing her clothing. The loveliness of her was something to be savored and not hurriedly gulped like some wine. He smiled to himself, confident of his ability to make things good for her. All the women he had bedded had loved it. It amused him to think she was terrified of the agony she was about to endure.
Sharon stood there, staring at the tip of his penis, thinking of it as a bright, purple doorknob. She was fascinated, unable to believe that anything like that, which might have looked proper on a horse, was attached to a man. Her body shuddered as she stared at the massive tan length of it. She found herself frightened, yet fascinated by it. She was certain her body would be wracked with pain if she tried to accept something so monstrous inside her. Good Heavens! What in the name of all that was holy - or unholy - was she thinking of? She was accepting the fact that she would permit that organ to penetrate her body. She ought to have been ashamed of herself. Now she was lowering herself to Lamont's level. Heck! Whatever was going to ultimately happen to her today was something she was unable to stop. If she ran for the phone, he would probably rip it out of the wall. All right, then. Let him do his worst and get it over with.
That enormous organ with its unseeing, dripping eye held her attention for the moment. It looked like some kind of python that was casting a spell over her. It's sinister size and throbbing, obvious desire, thrusting up licentiously into the air like a cobra rising from the basket of his pelvis made her more frightened than ever. How was any man able to walk sporting something that monstrous?
It'll be rape! she thought, wildly. Yes, of that much she was certain. No sane female would ever accept that monster between his legs into the simmering depths of her helpless body. Why there was no question but that certain membranes would be torn right out of her and her vaginal walls might be scarred. She would bleed like a stuck pig. God! For something with such a blunt nose, it looked too sharp to be trusted. There was no doubt that penetration by this spear would be extremely painful.
Without being told, Sharon tugged down her pantyhose, and she was left standing in two wisps of white lace, both of which stood out clearly on her tan body. The brassiere was hinged in the middle in front, resembling a wide-open oyster shell that seemed barely able to contain her feminine monuments. The lower garment, the bikini panties, were only a strip of white lace barely covering the delicate flower of her vagina opening.
Lamont felt his stomach tighten as his penis began violently twitching, jumping madly even though gripped by his hand. He was unable to remember seeing, at any time, a sight as wonderful, as arousing, as totally delectable as the almost-naked beauty of Sharon Seeley. Right now, his mind cleared itself of whatever future commitment that might develop between them. The only important thing was to fuck her. He was panting heavily, his heart speeding up its beating, and he knew if he didn't fuck her, his cock would shatter like brittle glass.
Sharon, staring at him, knew it would be impossible to stave him off any longer. The idea of exposing her total nudity to this particular man frightened her, yet it thrilled her, for he was the one man in all the men she had known who had thought enough of her to ask her hand in marriage at one time.
Trembling, she reached for the catch between the cups of her brassiere. The man sat very still at this point, his hand no longer stroking his human pole while he stared intently at what Sharon was doing. Her hand was trembling as her fingers touched the hinge between her breasts. She fumbled for an instant, and then the lacy white cups were peeled to the side to reveal the lush fullness of her swollen breasts - full, bouncing breasts, both firm, upstanding, showing no sign of sagging at all. They were two golden-fleshed firmaments tipped with bits of coral. Her nipples and areolae were far more pink than his mind would have envisioned, making her look more lovely than ever. What interested him most was the fact that as the brassiere came off, neither breasts dipped even a little. The lacy wisp dangled by its straps, and as Sharon's arms fell backward, the useless undergarment slid off her arms and fell to join the half-slip and pantyhose on the floor.
Something strange was taking place in the depths of Sharon's quaking body. She realized she was feeling a perverted thrill of her own. In spite of her fear, she liked the way Lamont was staring at her. She was obviously as beautiful in his eyes as her mirror had often told her. The overpowering magnetism of the man was affecting her, taking control of her, calming her inner self down a little, easing the over-powering, straining terror, turning her fear to an anticipatory tingling. She felt a strange curiosity to discover all that would happen. She had seen medical movies of the human body, and she had seen drawings of penile penetration of the vagina. But none of it had aroused her nor had she been able to actually feel what would happen.
Quivering with a hidden list, she felt his eyes on her breasts, and it was almost as if his staring had become two mouths, nuzzling, sucking and pulling on her tumescent nipples, causing them to swell even more, Yes, she felt his stare as surely as she had felt his hands, moments before. Dear God! What was happening inside her? Was it possible that she had kept herself away from men, burying herself in her work, too long? God! Did having no man of her own mean that finding this man who had once loved her set her off like a crazy woman, making her mentally unbalanced?
In all her years, first living at home, then living in her apartment for the past two years alone, she had never had time to feel any pangs of regret. She had sincerely believed that she would be happier without experiencing the full range of human emotions. Emotions would only get in her way.
Lamont's eyes were still wandering up and down her delightful body. He gluttonously ate in every lithe, sinuous curve, adoring her slenderness, reveling in her suppleness. She had that lovely natural tan that would never fade, making her look more healthy than any other woman he had ever known. Too bad she was such a bitch! Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to fuck the bitchiness out of her. If that happened, well, maybe he wouldn't tire of her too quickly. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair in which he was sitting, his knuckles turning white with the effort as he continued staring at Sharon.
The woman was standing there in a strip of white lace that barely covered her tantalizing pubis. Her slender fingers eased down her satin-fleshed sides and slipped inside the elastic band of her lace panties, then little by little she peeled them down, tugging them to her ankles where they lay with her pantyhose. The hairs on her pelvis were barely visible, creating the effect of bareness. Yes, that was the sacred pubic triangle that hid beneath it all the deep, dark secrets within its portals. He continued staring as Sharon kicked her panties from her feet.
The shuddering and quaking within herself had stopped as Sharon accepted, almost with desire, the fact that she was about to have her vagina penetrated by a male penis. She was practical enough to accept it simply because there was nothing else to do. Certainly it didn't pay to lose her mind and go crackers over something like this.
Lamont had blocked every way out for her. He had out maneuvered her, taking advantage of the fact that she was suddenly the poor one, and she began to feel a grudging respect for the man even if she was unable to appreciate his methods.
Somehow, now that all of her flesh was exposed, naked before his staring eyes, his mastery over her seemed to be dissipating to some degree. Being a cunning person, Sharon immediately felt a bit stronger and more certain of herself. This man was clearly dazzled by her body. As a result, some small amount of insolence returned as she walked up to the chair in which he was sitting, dressed only in her long honey-blonde hair.
Once again, the man began taking in all of her, starting at her head, allowing his staring eyes to move lower by degrees as he carefully took inventory of her body, absorbing how incredibly delightful she was. He found it hard to believe that she had reached the age of twenty, keeping her virgo intacta. Not that he had expected her to surrender herself to just any man. But he was certain she would have found some wealthy doctor to dominate and become his mistress. He hadn't allowed for the fierce independent spirit she possessed. No man had ever penetrated her, or felt the warmth of her vaginal walls surrounding his cock. She, in turn, had never known the pleasure of having a male pike thrust into her. What a waste! What an absolute waste!
Well she would be wasted no more. He would see to that. God! She was so physically correct in every respect. Now that he'd had an opportunity to admire her physical attributes in their entirety, he realized she was more perfect than he had ever imagined. Too bad her character didn't match her body. She had all the right roundnesses where a woman ought to be round, slender in all the right places, and curvaceous where curves were to her best advantage.
He sat there for a long, longtime, his eyes staring up at hers as she stood close to him, his peripheral vision seeing the rest of her as she stood with one knee slightly bent, so her pouting, barely hair-sprinkled pelvis seemed to form a base for those slender, pillarly legs, while acting as a support for the smoothly flat plane of her soft tan belly. The jutting hips curved deliciously into her narrow waist. Her ribcage and such smoothly rounded shoulders to support such large breasts. They looked so large, so luscious, so tasty, and as they lightly jiggled with her breathing, rising like two great suns over and over, beaming their points of light, he basked in the warmth he imagined to be coming from them.
Sharon's lips were slightly parted. She never wore lipstick since her lips had a rich pinkness of their own that lipstick would have been unable to enhance.
Sharon's returning confidence suddenly began to ebb as she looked into the man's hungry eyes, seeing the change in them. The taut, clammy clutch of fright reached into her diaphragm again. Her would-be lover was gazing at her as if she were the beneficiary of a large life insurance policy - a valuable commodity - and his anxiously greedy eyes were trying hard to assess how much value she would be to him.
His swollenly upstanding erection appeared more menacing than ever. The lovely blonde woman trembled and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she raised her arms across her body to shelter her breasts.
"Lamont ... please ..." she whimpered. "Everything you said about me is true ... but don't make things worse for me. I know now I've hurt you and I've done a lot of wrong things. Don't make me add to the list."
"This will probably be the first right thing you've ever done in you life, at least with regard to the emotional feelings of another human being. Come over a little closer!" he insisted, the salaciousness in his voice tinged with lascivity.
Sharon sighed and opened her eyes very reluctantly, but afraid to look at the man, she stared down at the carpet at her feet, noting how her toes sank into the thick pile of the carpeting.
"I-I've changed my mind," she finally said. "I want to forget about the whole thing. Even if you did offer me marriage. I can see now that matrimony between us would never really work. Do me a favor, let me take my clothes into the bedroom while you get dressed out here, then please leave."
Though he had lacked self-confidence in his earlier years, ever since his books had started earning money, Lamont Dennison had developed his self-confidence to the point where no one would ever make him back down again. He had know all kinds of women in his thirty-five years, most of whom had been willing to share his bed, some few not so willing, but none so important that he cared one way of the other. But Sharon - she was a different story. Sharon had meant something right from the start. He had watched her grow up from a toddler to a pubescent little girl, to a ripening teenage. In fact, it was when she had started developing breasts, even when she'd still had baby fat on her that he'd come to realize he had feeling for the young girl. Because of her age, it would have been improper to let anyone know just what he was feeling, and he had kept it all hidden until she had reached her seventeenth birthday. Then and only then had he offered to take her out.
Sharon had accepted an initial date with him because, in spite of his seemingly indolent behavior, he was a mature man. All her previous dates had been with boys in the eighteen to twenty-year-old range. Lamont Dennison was an adult man, and knowing she was capable of arousing the interest of such a man, especially since this man was rumored to date just about any glamour girl he wanted, made her feel so grown up. What frightened her most at that time was the fact that he was the only male she had ever dated who did make her heart beat a little faster. She had imagined that after one date, he would probably never want to bother with her again. When he had continued dating her without trying to make advances, she figured he would soon get tired of her. She had hoped so since she did have an inner feeling of warmth when she was with him. It was this feeling of wanting to be with him that had triggered her final outburst at him the day he had proposed marriage. That, plus the common sense factor that the man would never be able to support her and might expect her to support him.
What made Lamont smile was the knowledge that in spite of her high-handed behavior and her snobbishness, and in spite of her fear of pain, she might very well be inwardly aching for this to happen. Not that he had any present illusions about her being in love with him. Nevertheless, as a doctor, she would be interested in experimenting, if only to learn what it was like.
Slowly rising to his feet, he reached out, closed his fingers around her right arm, and slowly pulled her toward him, saying, "Whom do you think you're kidding, Sharon? You're dying to find out what it's like to be pronged. Maybe you hoped to find someone more romantic, or someone who would let you control your own defloration, but the simple fact is, your curiosity is burning inside you. It's much stronger than the fear you profess to feel for me."
"You're crazy!" she gasped.
"Am I?" he asked. "You allowed me to come up here tonight, thinking to convince me to ask you to marry me. You know what marriage would entail, but you were willing to 'endure it' in order to have that financial security you've wanted all your life. The funny thing is, poverty is the one thing that would have made a truly adult woman out of you. From what I've heard of your medical abilities, within two years of the time you set up your own medical practice, you would once again be wealthy, but more important, you would be independent. But the idea of living in squalor, even for a short period of time so terrified you, in me you saw an opportunity to regain the status wealth would give you."
"How dare you talk to me that way," she snorted, her gaze burning into his.
"Well I'm not going to give you the wedding or the license ... yet. Maybe I'll never give them to you. Maybe you'll bore me. But the fact remains, before I leave here, I'm the one who's going to do the boring. I'm going to bore right into you. After it's all over, I'll give you the money to live here by yourself another month. Then it'll be up to you to decide whether or not you'll do as I say at all times.
He had pressed his mouth to her ear so that the words burned into her aural canal. All the while his eyes stared at her honey-blonde hair, arousal more rampant in him than ever.
Sharon felt the terrible iron bar, the length of fleshy, petrified manhood that was his throbbing cock. It pressed its length into her belly standing upright between them, and she was certain it was sharp-hedged enough to slice right through her tender stomach. The words he had spoken were even more terrible because she knew he was going to make it all come true. He had changed, changed into such an extremely masculine man that she was limp before him. A horrible numbness was taking total control of her, starting at her toes and slowly working is way up to her brain, dulling it.
Even as he spoke, she was aware of his hands sliding along her hips. He made her tingle as his fingers touched her flesh, kneading her as if she were malleable clay. His hands moved higher and higher until they once again cupped the fullness of her breasts. In terror she twisted her body so that her back was to him, but all she succeeded in doing was pressing her rounded buttocks against his upstanding penis. His two hands, in the meantime, continued filling themselves with her breasts. Like twin steel traps his fingers closed about the full mammaries, and Sharon trembled, doing her best to prevent herself from feeling or looking at anything.
"You don't really know what you're feeling," he told her. "You can't tell if you hate me or love me. I'm the fool who's been so in love with you that I was willing to endure the biting words you've been throwing at me all evening. Well, the time has come to find out if I can lose that love. What I'm going to do is grant a small subconscious wish of yours."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" she asked.
"I'm talking about letting you control your own defloration," he smirked. "Let's face it, Sharon. We both know this is something you've hoped for. Even though I'm not offering the preacher and the license with it, I'm offering you this one chance to be, for a little while, the dominant partner. I'm going to put you in the driver's seat."
Before Sharon had a chance to figure out what he was talking about, Lamont backed into his chair, flopping into it while pulling on her arm to make her whip around to face him. Knowing the time had come to fuck her, he was gasping, his breath coming out in heavily tortured weightiness. While keeping his grip firmly on her, he reached forward, put an arm around her waist, and pulled her forward. He made her spread her thighs so that each of her legs was now draped over the arm of the chair. Fortunately, the chair's arms were relatively low and not like the old-fashioned overstuffed chairs.
Sharon realized only the pressure of her thighs on the chair's arms kept her vagina from touching the tip of the man's upstanding penis.
"You can make it quick for yourself, or slow," he told her. "But either way it's going to happen. Your virginal membrane is a delicate piece of tissue, but it's also elastic. If you go slow, you'll stretch it a lot before you break it. That'll hurt all the more. If you sit down quickly, the pain will be over in almost no time. It's up to you, Sharon."
Looking at him sitting there Sharon thought of him as a huge monster about to devour its meal for the evening as his eyes washed all over her torso. There seemed to be no escape.
"I'll help," he insisted, gripping her waist and poising her so that the tip of his penis was aimed straight up at the narrow little hole at the bottom of her vaginal slit.
Sharon felt more afraid than ever, but she didn't have the courage to resist. A gasp escaped from her lips as she felt the dome of his penis through her outer lips, then press against her inner lips, forcing them to widen. The smooth knob was perfectly in place, its very tip lodged against her vulval opening.
"Now!" he told her, "just let yourself sit as fast as you can!"
But Sharon remained posed, terrified, not wanting to feel the agony. She was shivering, and had his hands not been gripping her waist, she would have pulled away.
"All right!" he said. "I offered you the chance to do it. Now I'll have to do it!"
"NO!!!" she shrieked.
"Yessssss ..." he hissed, and his two hands reached up and gripped her shoulders. With what felt like a powerful thrust, he didn't merely lower her onto his upstanding pike, but literally hammered her viciously down. Her vaginal tunnel found itself strained wide, the membranous walls suddenly stretching, something they had never been forced to do before. His cock spread her tightly tender narrowness as if her flesh was melting margarine. It rammed through the blockage that was her hymen with no difficulty at all, shattering it into a million little bits and pieces.
Torment ripped though the center of Sharon's body. It was an agony she would have never been able to imagine, running from the center of her cunt straight through her body up to her brain. It seared through her, tearing at her very vitals, causing a rippling, excruciating torture. The pain was unbelievable!
Sharon found herself shrieking out loud, as if someone had shoved a bayonet into her. It was a lancing horror, burning through her as never before, and she prayed to some nameless deity whom she didn't believe in that the end be quick and over with in a hurry. A wickedly corkscrewing drill was spinning through the inner parts of her trembling body, slicing away at the walls of her interior, pushing organs before it as it continued heedlessly entering the bloody vessel that had once been the most sacrosanct part of her body.
Nothing, nothing in the entire spectrum of her knowledge concerning sex - and her knowledge was considerable, taking into account that she had never been a participant - had prepared her for the total torment she was presently experiencing. This man was a raging maniac, wreaking vengeance on her for something she had said years earlier, and what he was doing to her pained her far more than her words had hurt him. He was using her brutally, pitilessly, degradingly, and her inner body, totally unused to this kind of invasion, and certainly unprepared for a flagpole of such thickness and length, felt itself damaged beyond repair. This was sheer hell! The gigantic javelin continued skewering through her tender body, widening her narrow feminine pocket.
Lamont was well aware of his heated pole seemingly slicing into the tenderness of her softy resisting flesh. He knew without the slightest doubt that Sharon's cunt had to be the tightest, narrowest, most wonderful furrow he had ever plumbed. The hardness of his broad cock jerked and shuddered with delight in the seething depths of her close, tan body, the spade-shaped head aching to push itself higher and bury itself that much more deeply - this, even though his entire shaft, right down to the balls, was covered with her tightly clamping feminine walls, walls that continued their delicious resistance.
Jesus H Christ! This had to be the narrowest cunt in the entire world. He had taken the virginity of more than one other woman, and they had all been tight, but in no way compared to the sucking grip this cunt had on his cock. A deep gasp came from the depths of his chest as he gripped her legs and pulled them toward the rear of the chair, all but motioning for her to clamp her ankles around the back of the chair in order for his cock to burrow more deeply. Her rounded buttocks were on his upper thighs, and there was no way on earth for him to plummet any deeper.
Sharon was groaning and gasping, incoherently making all kinds of moaning sounds, her small hands tightly clutching Lamont's shoulders as she strained, with her calves against the arms of the chair, to lift herself a little and ease the agony within her. Her full breasts were being mashed against the man's chest as he held her tightly around the waist now. One hand slid upward from behind and gripped her hair. He tugged her face backward, tilting it up toward his, and his mouth all but crushed hers. His long, hot, thick tongue fucked itself between her lips, plunging into the heated cavern of her mouth, echoing in her oral cave what his hard cock was doing embedded into the sunken depths of her clamping vaginal maw.
Lamont had expected that with such pain, Sharon would probably bleed a lot. He was pleasantly surprised to find most of the liquid seeping from her narrow vaginal vestibule to be lubrication. There was the barest tinge of pink to let him know there had been the littlest bit of bleeding.
Sharon squirmed and wriggled, aware that at the moment she was completely at this man's mercy. Her mind slowly began functioning again, and she realized precisely how deep this man was buried inside her quivering cunnus. In fact, she was impaled at both top and bottom, his enormously pulsing penis probing her helpless cuntal depths, and his tongue sinking into her oral depths. The pain she was feeling was a cover of total agony that completely blanketed her, clinging to her like Saran wrap. Every cell in her quivering body cried out for relief, but Sharon knew it was too late. There would be none of that for her. She was caught, trapped, pinned down like a helpless moth. Her entire self was totally at the mercy of this madman, but mercy was the only thing he didn't offer.
Sharon realized she was panting, struggling to breathe, aching to pull air into her heavily laboring lungs as sobs continued bubbling up in powerfully wracking, stifled groans, stifled only, because his mouth continued invading hers. The continuous tears she had never shed before this night kept creeping helplessly from beneath her fluttering eyelashes. She was feeling sorry for herself, knowing her position was hopeless. He had her where he wanted her, and he was going to keep her there until he was content with the conclusion. Her maidenhood was lost forever, and all the remained was for her to somehow or other find a way to live through this torturous agony. It was an inner pain that threatened to literally tear her in half, yet she had to survive it, though at the moment she had no idea how she was going to do it.
His hands were all over her, two burning brands that seared her naturally tan flesh. In her mind's eye she saw the black and blue marks they had to be leaving wherever they touched her.
Sharon continued outwardly whining and sniveling, sobbing anxiously around the length of slithery tongue that kept working in and out of her mouth. God! He had a long tongue. She felt he must be related to an aardvark as she felt the tip of it almost touch her throat. When would this hell-on-earth for her end.
But for Lamont it was just the opposite. This was paradise, and he was in the middle of it. Everything felt wonderful, and what was more, the feelings were improving as his throbbing penis seemingly lurched ever higher into the clinging nirvana of her close-walled pussy. Her vagina seemed to hold itself around the hardness of his cock like a form-fitting condom.
Lamont knew there was really no way he would have been able to make things easier for Sharon. Not that he really wanted to. She deserved this agony for making his life a hell. As far as he was concerned, she had led him on when they had dated. She had been the only girl he had respected, partly because of her youth, partly because of the strong feelings he'd had for her - still had for her. But cruel as his entry into her had been, it would have been far more agonizing had he let her inch her way down on his cock. The lustful pressure on her shoulders forcing her to drop quickly had been swift, agonizing, but neat. She was feeling overpowering pain, possible because she'd had more nerve endings in her membrane than most women, but he knew the greater the torment, the faster it ended, and the more sensuous the woman was, afterward.
Poor Sharon! She had not only wanted to control her own life, but had wanted to control the life of the man she would one day marry. She had wanted to marry for money, thinking a good fucking was something she'd be able to take or leave, never thinking in terms of actually enjoying it, herself. As long as she got what she wanted, she was willing to give a little of herself, but as little as possible. Though more than willing to give of herself in the field of medicine, she had no wish to give of herself as a woman.
Well, he had put her in the driver's seat - literally. She was still there. For this to reach a successful conclusion, she was the one who would have to do most of the "driving". Now that he had her here, it was time to see how she would react.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he let his hands slide down and fill themselves with the globes of her ass. His palms applied pressure, lifting her just a little, letting her know precisely how she was supposed to move. Little by little he lifted her higher, and for a brief instant Sharon thought he was taking his shish-kebab skewer out of her. But he only raised her lovely buttocks high enough to expose the wetly glistening length of his solidly pulsating shaft. The enormous plum-purple head remained locked inside, clutched by the tugging narrowness of her vulva. He leaned back a little and stared down at the barely pink drops of lubricating fluid spotting his pubic hairs, as well as the oil-coated penile length as it hovered with only the very point buried inside her. Then he slowly, gently, carefully eased her tender body down, down, down over his cunt-lusting, upward stabbing white-hot probe until all of it was once again buried in the teeming depths of her delicious femaleness. He was very much aware of how bare her pubis felt when it rubbed against his black pelvic hairs, and he had to admit, the sensation was different from when the hairs of other women intermingled with his own.
"Hhhhhhaaaauuuuughhhhh ... dear G-o-o-o-o-o-dddddd!" Sharon cried aloud, the gasp part of an intake of breath.
It was the only sound Sharon made at the moment, but it aptly expressed the sensation of incredible feeling caused by the man's pulsating cock as it was once again slowly devoured by her vagina. Her cunt was the monster, hungrily gobbling up his entire penile length as he allowed her to slide all the way down again.
Sharon felt a sudden hatred, but this time aimed at herself, and not the man brutalizing her. She hated herself because through the pain and the agony and the hurt she began feeling another sensation, one totally alien to her body until now. Her stingily tight, clamping vagina sucked up the entire length of his massively bulging penis, basting it with her hot inner sauces while her vagina muscles, like thousands of tiny little fingers, kneaded it, chewing on it, sucking it, pulling in every last little inch that was available. Once again she had taken the entire length into the hollowed, hallowed depths of her burning cunt. This caused a moan of ecstasy to rip from the man's throat.
Sharon was aware of the man's powerful hands leaving her buttocks and his arms surrounding her back, pulling her tightly against him as his hungry mouth finally found her lovely breast. His lips closed tightly, hungrily over her right nipple, and he began nursing at it like a starving baby. The pulling sensation of his lips caused jagged streaks of static rapture to wildly race through her shuddering loins. The anxious woman felt her inner passage congest even more tightly in a pressuring convulsion around his mighty ramrod of phallic hardness as it buried itself again, ever so deeply within her tenderly ravished womanly flesh. The terrible poniard of pain still streaking through her was now striped with wide and wider streaks of this new feeling. Pleasure! What was more, the agony within her was continually lessening. His surrounding arms were hard and huge and demanding, and she felt her hot blood thudding through her temples as he clung to her, voraciously teasing her nipple with his tongue. Then he sucked the entire breast into his mouth, as if intent on masticating the entire mammary. He sucked so strongly, Sharon thought he might actually be trying to pull milk from within her. With each passing second, as the pain continued disappearing, so did her strength, and soon she was feeling limp.
"Uuuuuuunnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped, and her arms involuntarily wrapped themselves around the dark-haired man's wide, solid shoulders, her fingers interlacing themselves in his hair.
Now she was the one pressing his face into the rounded mammae of her chest, tugging his lips all the more solidly against the fullness of her tantalizing breast. His tongue was working madly, wildly encircling the pellet-like nipple, teasing it to full rigidity, whirling around the sensitive areola, bathing the breast repeatedly with his heated saliva.
It was as if he had tapped some kind of heated well spring, and in his mind imagined drops of honey seemed to come from the tensed and turgid tip, mingling with the droplets of perspiration forming there and falling into his ferociously hungry mouth. Apparently this brutish monster that called himself a man had somehow or other found a way to ease the terrible pain invading her helpless body, and now, because of the way he was sucking, each up-and-down movement of her crotch in his lap not only sent wild waves of shuddering sensation charging through her, but seemed to actually be healing the initial torment she had been feeling.
Sharon was only too quickly becoming aware of the burning heat of passion working its way through her tenderly quivering body. It was hurriedly replacing the hotspots of pain she had previously felt. It was as if the tattered remnants of her body were being pulled together again, and she was once more being made whole. More than that, she was learning what it was like to be a woman. She felt a sense of fulfillment starting to grow in her that she had never known before. Her inner being was flooded with more and more of her own lubricous oils. Her ears picked up the sucking, seeping, oily sounds her vagina was making as it continued hugging and surrounding the solidly merciless shaft that continued rampaging its way straight up through her quaking self.
She was being fucked! Yes, that was the word, and no other word was able to more adequately describe what she was feeling. She was being fucked, and fucking was good!
Lamont finally opened his mouth and released the weighty fullness of her lovely breast. He used the flat of his tongue to lick wet paths of tingling delight across the deliciously golden terrain of her rosy tipped twin peaks. He blazed new trails with his adventurous tongue, leaving wide swaths of wet saliva as a trail until the tongue managed to cover all of both mammaries, making them both shine, and wiping out any evidence of any kind of salivary trail. Then, and only then did the man pull back briefly to view the quivering feminine monuments of flesh that shook at his very touch.
He hugged her tightly to him, his teeth seeking, finding, and nibbling her left ear lobe. Sighs and gasps of delight were now coming from within her, moans that had become mewls of desire which in turn were translated into pleas that she might feel more of his wonderful mouth as he became aware of the compressingly wet walls of her vagina squeeze his intruder that much more tightly as it began gripping and tugging it. Her tight pussy was milking the throbbingly enlarged length of his aching cock. Sharon's oily lubriciouaness was oozing out of her, running down the length of Lamont's upthrust pole, continually making it easier for her to ride up and down its length as the man constantly humped his buttocks upward in counterpoint to her downward thrusts. More gasping sounds came from Sharon's panting lips, and she felt as if the cock moving through her cunt was an electric cattle prod, though rather than burning her, it was sizzling her with pure and utter thrills.
Lamont had hoped she would be bad enough for him to fuck out of his system once and for all. But if this was the way she reacted after having been deflowered, he knew she was not only good, but far better than any of the countless other women he had known. God! Hers had to be the hottest pussy he had ever pounded. Despite her previous haughtiness and nasty disposition, and even though she had claimed she hated him, she was revealing to him precisely what she was feeling. Every inner quiver became apparent, making it plain to him that she was responding with an internal passion far greater than that belonging to any other woman he had ever known.
Sharon's flesh was rippling and tingling as if it had been shot through and through with bolts of lightning. A charge of strong electrical impulses seemed to be playing in blue-flamed masses all over her tender body. What little pain that did remain was presently being rapidly transformed into that vague area where torment and delight were so totally intertwined, it was impossible to separate one from the other, and their connubial joining was permanent, connubial in the fleshy sense if not in the legal sense.
For the moment, Sharon had been tamed. She was numbly rejecting any little voices whispering to her how degrading all this was. At the moment she no longer cared that she was a victim, one who had been virtually raped, whose body was being put to use for the benefit of a particular man. After all, if he was using her, then he was also being used by her. If there were to be consequences of conscience, which was highly unlikely in her case, she had no intention of allowing herself to suffer right now. Nor was she worried about pregnancy. As a doctor, she had access to the "After-Pill," a newly developed contraceptive pill that a woman was able to take up to forty-eight hours following intercourse, and if there was any "foreign object" in her body, it would be flushed right out.
This present moment was all the reality that mattered, and Sharon decided that if Dante's Inferno was correct, and she had to go through eternity genitally joined to this man, it would have been a pleasure, not an ordeal. She was sitting in this masculine seat of unrighteousness and loving it. Her body was in the arms of a man who had brutally raped her, and he continued piercing her womanhood with his masculine saber of sensuousness, lifting his hips and sinking the full length of it into her deeply aching and yearning depths.
Her walls clung to the throbbing probe each time it penetrated her, smothering it in a muscular embrace. Powerful rasping groans were rising from the man's panting chest as it pressed against the lovely swells of Sharon's own chest.
The beautiful blonde felt quivery thrills continuing to mount ever higher in the seething depths of her internal being, and she soon found she was rising and falling on the impaling cylinder all by herself, with no further urging from Lamont. His cheek was rubbing against hers, and she felt the smoothness of his clean shaven face. She gasped when his hands gripped her pounding buttocks and helped them slam all the more powerfully against his thighs, glorying in the delightful compound of pleasure-pain filling her trembling body.
"Oh yes, Sharon, yes ... that's the way to do it, honey!" he panted heavily into her shell-shaped ear, an ear almost hidden by her flowing golden hair. "Keep sitting on me as hard as you can, Sharon. Slam that wonderful little ass of yours firmly against my thighs. Don't stop now, honey. We're almost at heaven's gate."
Sharon leaned back and almost tumbled backward. But Lamont's hands moved from her buttocks and grabbed the full swells of her breasts, caressing the wonderful golden flesh and enjoying the quivering mammarial weight. The nipples, which had been a tea-rose pink before, now looked more like American Beauty extensions, and they all but cut into his palms. He tugged her close to him again, his hands still on the bowls of her breasts, his face nuzzling against the throbbing pulse on the right side of her throat. He pressed his lips against the heavily pounding artery, kissing it again and again, sending searing flashes of lust through the woman who had sworn she was incapable of feeling physical desire for any man. His huge testicles were swollen and pressed into his groin as his scrotum tightened. The two bloated stones within felt filled with lava. His flexing phallus rammed its head against the very backwall of her cunt - the last part of paradise. Though he would hoped for his fascination for this woman to come to an end, Lamont realized a whole new promised land of exciting desire was not opening up to him.
Though she was enjoying the feelings rampaging through her more and more, Sharon began to think rationally again, and she felt hatred for this man and the horrible and agonizing way in which he had introduced her to sex. Even so, her body remained a traitor to her mind, joining Lamont's cause. Her hot cunt continued writhing and gliding and rubbing against and around the pulsing tower of masculine flesh embedded within her, making her skin tingle. The sensations continuing to mount within her were so new, so different, she was unable to believe everything she was feeling. Once, when in college, she had seen a romance book fall from one of the other girls' school books. She had wanted to give it back, but the girl had gotten on a bus by them time Sharon had picked it up. So Sharon had taken the book home with her and read it. She had scoffed when the book had attempted to verbally convey the essence of such feelings, but now her scoffing was not because of disbelief in what the book had said. Rather the book had understated the wonderful thrills, the marvelous passions, the delightful enjoyments all blistering through her at the same time.
The flaring emanations now radiating from the man whose powerful body held her in his lap enclosed Sharon in their strong magnetic field. She realized that for the moment she was unable to fight them, and being a person imbued with common sense, she knew that smart thing would be to go along with them. His burning lips continued kissing their way up and down her pillarly throat, causing new passions to mount in the depths of her body. Just feeling his rampant penis flowing in and out of her tightness made her quiver with the need for more. He had promised her an orgasm, claiming it felt even better than this which she was presently feeling, but Sharon felt it was impossible for anything to feel better. The blossoming and flowering taking place within her was as if a new, unknown sun had awakened nerve-endings in what have previously been a hallow shell.
For Sharon there was definitely no turning back. Having come this far, having experienced this rapture, this center of all sensation, this feeling of a marvelous power and inner lust that seemed to exist within her made her sit her masculine throne all the more securely. Without realizing it, Lamont had made her aware that she was queenly in yet another way. Though she had no idea that other women were less arousing than herself, she did know how strong an effect she had on this man, and eventually she would turn the tables, and she would be the one to dominate. It stood to reason that if she was unable to get enough of him, then he was unable to get enough of her. But rather than withhold her favors in the hope of getting something from him, she would continue offering it to him, making him believe he was forcing her all the time. Eventually he would believe her so captivated by him, he would once again fall madly in love with her. Then she would offer her charms to some other wealthy man and leave Lamont. Wealthy men were coming and going from the hospital all the time. Surely at least one of them would be single and feel Sharon was good enough to marry.
Cupping her full breasts as if they were swollen chalices, Lamont drank the wonderful mead from their bright-red tips. It was perspiration, but to him it tasted like sweet honeyed nectar flowing heavily down his greedily gullet as his fingers continued molding the heated flesh that seemed to flare beneath his fingertips. Like powerful insect mandibles his gripping hands squeezed her silkenly rounded tan hips. It was as if his fingertips were actually able to feel the lunging of his cock in and out of her womanly canal as it continued burying itself in the flourishing depths of her pulsating pussy. His fingers solidly gripped the flesh-covered, almost bare pelvis that kissed his own pubis each time she solidly let her cunt all the way down in his lap.
His mouth was still sucking on the one nipple, as if nourishment flowed to feed him while his cock continued pounding upward into the wonderful garden of wonderfully responding inner womanhood. She was so deliciously tight and hollow, so wetly wonderful. Fiery streaks of thrilling sensation burned from the minaret-shaped head of his pulsating organ as it continually slipped past the opening into her womb in order to batter at the innermost wall of her vagina. He rotated his anxiously heated hips as Sharon ground hers down against him, letting her cunt envelop the seemingly blundering, mindless, blunt-headed shaft. Lamont knew paradise awaited only a few strokes away, and he was reaching out to it.
"Aaaaaaannhhhhhhh ... yesssssssss ..." Sharon hissed, for the first time verbally letting him know she wanted him to do this.
Lamont smiled to himself, reassured that what he had done was the right thing. He would not have done this with any other female, but Sharon had deserved the rough treatment, and she had gotten it.
Sharon shuddered as his teeth ground their edges against her ultra-sensitive nipple, causing delightful sparks to fly every which way within her. Total bliss continued jetting through her quivering blood vessels, and she felt she had as many nerve endings as their were sand grains in the desert. Sharon was aware of the wonderful pinpointing of sensation in every one of her pores. Minor explosions were taking place inside her, and she knew she was having small orgasms. They did feel more wonderful than the mere thrusting of his penis into her, yet the more she felt, the more she wanted. Whatever she was feeling simply wasn't enough. A million shivering splinters of sensation coursed through her.
Screams and moans spewed alternately from the lovely female doctor's mouth as she was aware of her internal self becoming even hotter than before. All the while she continued stroking herself up and down the length of his driving rod. The thrusting penis slammed into her intense depths with ever-more-powerful force. Sharon shook, and her lovely head flung itself way back, her throat looking as long as that of the Botticelli, Venus Rising From the Sea. Her long blonde hair played down her back. To Lamont, she looked even more beautiful in contortions of rapture as she twisted and wriggled in sensually thrilling and delighted ecstasy.
Signals from deep inside both their bodies were urging them on, making Sharon bounce all the faster. Their minds were fused together for the moment, both concentrating on a single thing - the ultimate release from this pent-up torment charging through them. The intricate mechanisms in both of them were moving in full gear. Lamont felt his aching loins ache even more as his swollen balls were pressed all the more firmly into his crotch by his crushing scrotum.
An infinitely small gate was opening somewhere inside the man. Soon, very soon the floodtide of desire would wash through him and carry him into eternity.
He thrust his cock upward with a mighty heave, slamming it into the deepest part of her dark channel - an elastic channel that was anxiously sucking, desperately milking, tightly clasping walls of membrane that held him firmly within.
All of a sudden he pushed forward and rose to his feet, his hands gripping Sharon's buttocks to keep her in place. She automatically twined her calves around his back.
"Now!" he yelled at her. "I want you to come, now!"
His voice sounded like a bellowing roar as he felt the jumping of his testicles, releasing the sperm which traveled into his prostate, and from there was washed up through the urethral tube in the penis. The first real spurt came needling from the narrow eyelet in the tip of his pulsating penis. It splashed against her cervical opening because his cock was on the backstroke when it occurred. For Lamont, this was what he had been waiting for.
The needle spurts turned into torrential storms, and soon he was coming in drenching, splashing blasts as the entire world seemed to fall apart behind his eyes. For the moment he felt himself more powerful than any man in the world, and he was emptying his power into the wonderful tender, soft vessel. He had finally conquered Sharon Seeley, the only woman he had ever cared to conquer. The entire spectrum of life was his now, and he would go on forever.
For Sharon there was that momentary little fraction in time when all laboring seemed to suddenly halt. It all came to a poignant stop as she felt the first squirt of his hot sperm splashing through her shuddering vagina. It coated her cervix and poured into her womb in heavy boiling droplets that seared her interior like tongues of lava. This heated sensation was precisely what she needed to ignite that final rocket stage in her own quivering body, lighting up her world in a blaze of flashing glory as the wonderfully strange, never-before-known sensation of the battering penis erupted in her belly filling her with his essence.
She wanted to hate him, but as he fired into her, she realized now that part of him was inside her, she would eventually gain control over him. It was obvious from the glaze in his eyes, and the passion scrawled all over his face that this was an extremely strong climax. This caused her own internal self to start in motion, and for the moment her only thoughts were on attaining that ultimate peak, herself. Yes, yes ... it was happening ... she was bursting and inwardly exploding, and somehow she felt her own eruption would match that of Lamont Dennison in every way. Together they went into nova, an exploding sun that would incinerate the planets around it.
"AAA AAIIIIYYYYYY EEEEEA AAAAGG GGG-GHH HHH-AAAA HUUUUU NNNNNNG GGG-HHH HHHAAA AAAYYY YYIIII YYYEEE EEA-AAA GGGGGH HHHHH!" she yelled, screaming out her thrilled rapture to the entire world as her inner self sucked the flowing gush from his pulsating cock. Tides inundated shorelines, gale winds whipped the seas, trickling streams reversed themselves and flowed uphill, as flares exploded from the sun itself, and stars continually flashed. Sensation was gloriously on her as never before, and Sharon felt herself borne up into the heavens, floating all by herself, floating forever.
CHAPTER THREE
It was over and she lay by herself, alone in her bed. There was so much to think about, but more important than the future was a re-living of the past.
He had held her close all during their joint orgasms, and afterward had continued clinging to her as he sat back in the chair. She made a mental note to have the chair cushion scrubbed in the morning. All the while he had continued clinging to her, whispering sweet nothings to her, making her feel a warmth and security she had never dreamed possible. This then, was what being with another person was all about, especially if one felt something for that other person.
Sharon wouldn't have admitted it to him for the world, but she was learning what it was like to fall in love. It seemed only fitting that she love the one man who had professed love to her. The only trouble was, he wasn't speaking words of love any longer. Obviously he mistrusted her, and she knew he had good reason. She would have to dispel that mistrust. It would take time. This she knew. He still regarded her with suspicion, certain all she was after was his money. But it was more than money for Sharon now, much more than money. For the first time she had been able to understand the kind of security her mother had felt with her father. It was the only kind of security even stronger than that which a child feels when with its parents.
Almost an hour after they had come down from their orgasmic highs, Lamont had gone into the bathroom and washed himself. Then he had emerged and dressed. Taking out his wallet, he asked her how much rent she was paying on the apartment, and that had angered her. For a little while she had forgotten how much she would need next month's rent, due in a little over two weeks. Still, his offering her money made her feel cheap and degraded.
"I don't want your money," she had told him. "To be frank, I want you. I'll admit when I set out to chase after you, I was interested in you primarily for financial security. However, you've kind of changed my ideas. I want you Lamont, and I won't settle for less. Like the song says. 'With me it's all or nothing.' If you feel I'm not worth everything, then I'd just as soon have nothing.
"What are you trying to say?" he asked. "Be blunt for a change, but try being honest, too."
"All I'm saying is, you've taught me what it's like to feel secure just being with a person," she replied. "I won't lie and tell you money makes no difference. Money makes a lot of difference. It changed you from a somewhat unsure individual to a very sure person. If it makes a difference in you, there's no reason why my wanting it should make me worse.
"That's honesty, so far," he nodded.
"I'll go further," she replied. "If I had to live my life over again, I don't think I'd do anything differently. But I'll say this much. You've taught me what it feels like to have one's emotions stirred. I'm not just talking about sexual contact. I'm talking about inner emotions. Maybe if I had become involved with another man I might have felt the same stirrings, but I doubt it. I'm not going to blurt out that I love you."
"If you did I'd walk out," he nodded. "I don't know if you're capable of loving anyone other than Sharon."
"You have every right to believe as you do," she nodded. "But I'd like to prove to you that I am capable of loving. I'm capable of falling in love with you."
"Well ..." he said, exhaling. "That's a mighty powerful statement. Just how far are you willing to go to back it up?"
"All the way," she responded.
"I'll take you up on that."
"How?"
"When is you day off?" he asked.
"Friday," she replied.
"Fine, Friday we're going to move you out of here. You're coming back to the other side of the parkway and live in what is now my house with me."
"But the hospital ..."
"You'll continue to work in the hospital, only it'll take you a little longer to get there from now on," he told her. "My chauffeur will bring you there every morning, and bring you back in the evening."
"But if things don't work out, then what?" she asked. "I'll have no apartment, no security ..."
"From what your parents told me, you had exactly two weeks left in this apartment because you were unable to come up with the rent." he said to her. "I'll tack an extra two weeks onto any days I'll owe you if the two of us do separate. I'll find you another apartment and help you move in. I'll pay the rent, one day for everyday you spend with me, plus two weeks."
"I see," she nodded.
"But while you live with me, in order to prove just how much you think you might learn to love me, you'll do anything I say, no matter how degrading. Anything!"
"All right," she nodded. "Anything!"
"You see, Sharon, I not only have to be sure of you, but I have to be sure of myself. I have to be certain the feeling I have for you are really love," he insisted.
"Yes, of course," she nodded.
Deep down she was certain that the man still loved her. No one was capable of such an intense orgasm without feeling something emotional, as well. It only remained for her to tap that emotional wellspring and bring it gushing out. Perhaps she might discover that what she felt for him was love, too. If so, all well and good. If not, well aside from some other perversions he undoubtedly had in mind to test her, she was fairly certain she would be no worse off than she was at present.
Lying in her bed, all alone after he had gone, she thought about it and decided she wasn't really certain about her feeling for Lamont, except for the fact that she did feel something. Was it love? Was it hate because of what he had made her do?
Whatever it was, time alone would tell. Right now it was time for her to get some sleep. Her shift at the hospital always began at seven in the morning.
Turning on her side, she sighed, remembering the feel of that monstrous penis in her vagina. It had hurt so much in the beginning, but the pleasure it had given her afterward had intensified a thousand fold. Imagine! She, Sharon Seeley, was about to become someone's mistress. Never in a million years would she have imagined it happening to her. Yet here it was, taking place. She wondered if a mistress did things that didn't pertain to sex. Shrugging to herself, she drifted off to sleep, certain she would eventually find out.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sharon's duties at the hospital kept her busy and often tired her out so that she didn't have much opportunity to think about Friday. But Friday finally did come, or to be more accurate, Thursday afternoon.
When she emerged from the hospital at four-thirty, she saw the black chauffeured limousine waiting. The chauffeur was standing outside, and as she walked over, he said, "Mr Dennison took the liberty of having all your things transferred from your apartment to his home. He thought it would save you a great deal of bother."
"That's very thoughtful of him," Sharon nodded, looking at the man who was in his sixties and who had obviously been a chauffeur all his life.
"He also took the liberty of having the maid hang everything up in your bedroom," the chauffeur continued.
So, it was plain he didn't expect her to share his bedroom. For the moment it was going to be one of those wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am relationships, though she had no doubt she would be the one summoned to his room rather than he walking into hers.
She climbed into the limousine and she was driven back the way she knew so well, a way she had taken often when visiting her parents. She had called them the previous day, and she had learned they would be going down to Florida this same day, Thursday. So she had gone to their house the previous evening and had spent time with them, assuring them she would be able to manage on her own, and they ought not to worry. At nine, she had kissed them good-bye, wishing them a safe trip. Then she had driven back to her apartment in her old Chevy Nova.
Now, as the limousine pulled up in front of Lamont Dennison's home, she saw the Nova parked out front. He had thought of everything.
The house was a huge two-story dwelling with a turreted front to create a castle-like appearance. It was all red brick, and even the shingles on the roof were red. The large garage was big enough to hold four wide cars. At the moment, there was only one car other than the limousine in there. It was a Jaguar XK-E sports car.
Sharon climbed out of the limousine before it entered the garage and walked to the front door. A maid let her in. The chauffeur was the only male servant Lamont had working for him. He had a housekeeper who was in her early forties, a downstairs maid who doubled as a butler, and an upstairs maid. All were extremely good-looking, and Sharon didn't doubt for a minute that Lamont had laid every one of them. But it was also obvious from their respective demeanors that they all understood that a romp in bed with the big guy didn't mean their getting special privileges. Both maids and the housekeeper obviously knew their place. Both had obviously seen other women come and go in this house, and Sharon had no doubt they eventually expected to see her go, as well. Maybe they were right. She had no idea.
The housekeeper ushered her upstairs and showed her to her room. It was right next to the master bedroom and shared a connecting bathroom. How convenient! Then she remembered Lamont telling her years earlier that as much as his parents loved one another, both were restless sleepers, and sounds in their bedroom had kept them awake constantly, sounds one would make that disturbed the other. So the second bedroom had been a necessity. In fact, Lamont's father had built this house purposely to have that second bedroom for his wife. It was no less opulent than the master bedroom. The carpeting was the same, the furniture decidedly more feminine in the one bedroom than in the other, and both rooms were of equal size. The bathroom between the two rooms was placed there for the convenience of the occupants of both rooms, to show each room, and thus each occupant, was to be no less highly regarded. How many other women had occupied this room since Lamont had bought the house from his parents?
As if the housekeeper was reading her mind, the woman said, "Mr. Dennison apparently has a very high regard for you, Miss Seeley."
"Ooh?" Sharon asked, raising her eyebrows.
"You're the first person he's permitted to use this room since he became master of the house. All other women who came here were relegated to one of the guest rooms."
"I see," Sharon nodded. "Thank you, uh ..."
"Mrs. Banks," the housekeeper replied. "I'm at your service at any time. You have only to press the button on your nightstand."
"I see," Sharon nodded.
"The servants quarters are in the basement, on the other side of the house," Mrs. Banks told her, as if to say whatever went on between Lamont and herself would not be heard by the help.
"Yes, well thank you again, Mrs. Banks," Sharon smiled. "What time is supper?"
"Mr. Dennison likes to eat at seven, if that's convenient," the housekeeper replied.
"No," the housekeeper smiled. "What you have on now ..." referring to the pink knit suit Sharon was wearing," ... will be fine."
"I'll be prompt," Sharon assured the housekeeper as the latter left the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dinner was the kind of sumptuous meal Sharon had occasionally enjoyed in a gourmet restaurant. She and Lamont were the only two eating, and the downstairs maid did all the serving. She probably also did the cooking, and she was quite good at it.
It was nearly quarter-to-eight when they finished, and Lamont suggested they relax in his den for the next three quarters of an hour, letting the food settle in their stomachs.
Sharon had taken a shower earlier, when the housekeeper had left her, and she had heard Lamont take one an hour later, unaware he was home until he had quietly shut her door leading to the bathroom. She still had on the pink knit, though she had donned fresh undies. Knowing what lay ahead, she didn't bother putting on any stockings.
At eight-thirty, they went upstairs, and Sharon slipped into a pink shorty nightgown. Without waiting to be asked, she walked through the connecting bathroom to Lamont's room. He was standing near the window wearing pajama bottoms and nothing else.
"Well, here I am," she shrugged.
"Uh, huh!" he nodded.
"Well, do I just lie down and spread my legs, or what?" she asked.
"I suggested our living together for a reason," he told her. "You see, I want us to get to know each other and understand one another. There'll be times when all I'll want to do is talk with you."
"But this isn't one of those times," Sharon said, not knowing why she should feel apprehensive.
"No, this isn't one of those times," he agreed, motioning for her to sit on a small divan at the far end of the bedroom.
She did so, tucking her legs under her. Her nightie was so short, he was able to see her panty-covered crotch. It was obvious from the way his eyes were staring that he enjoyed the sight of her unfettered breasts bobbing with her breathing, making her nightie move up and down.
"It's obvious," he said to her, "from our previous encounter, that it was your first sexual experience."
"I won't deny it," she admitted. "I'm no sophisticate who wants to appear she knows more than she does."
"Good!" he nodded. Remember our agreement?"
"Of course," she told him.
"Anything, anything at all, right?"
"Y-yes," she nodded apprehensively.
"As a doctor, you're familiar with just about everything that can be done sexually, even if you've never participated yourself," he continued, talking almost to himself.
"That's true," she told him, wondering just what perversion he might have in mind.
"Are you familiar with cunnilingus?" he asked.
"I know what it's all about, though I've never let any man do it to me," she replied.
"Or any woman?"
"Lamont!" she gasped.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you," he told her. "It's just that some women indulge in oral genital sex to preserve their virginity for their husbands."
"I haven't indulged in anything like that," she insisted.
"Well tonight, you will," he told her.
"You mean you want to ... I mean ... perform cunnilingus ..."
"Another time," he told her. "I merely used cunnilingus as an example. There's one other kind of oral genital sex, called fellatio. I'm certain you're aware of that."
"I've read about it briefly," she nodded, scrunching up into the corner of the couch. "That's where a man puts his penis into ..."
"A woman's mouth," he finished. "Yes, that's precisely what I want to do, tonight."
"Lamont, please ... I need to get accustomed to you ... I mean ..."
Sharon shuddered, feeling a tremor crawl through her as she realized this was the first of his acid tests to see how well they would get on together, physically. The second test, actually. She had obviously passed the first test with flying colors.
Still, her ability to think clearly at this particular time was somewhat distorted, knowing what he intended. She was beside herself with fright, knowing the handsome man was very serious as he all but glassily stared at her, rubbing the thick length of fleshy hose pipe that was running along the length of his right thigh. It wasn't quite hard yet which was why it still hung down. Staring at him, she felt herself in a totally helpless position. She had expected him to bury his stiff penis in her vagina. In point of fact, at night, she had been alone in her bed, she had dreamed of feeling that thick masculine sausage stuffed all the way up inside her.
But if she refused, he might decide to terminate their agreement on the spot. There had to be some way to placate him without having to suck his ... uuughghhh ...
"Please, Lamont, I do want to make you happy, you know that," she insisted. "But all this is so new to me. I need time to adjust to these different ideas."
"If I had given you time to adjust last Monday," he told her, "you would still be a virgin, and you wouldn't be here now."
"There has to be some happy medium, some meeting ground where we can both discuss ..."
"Discussion ended," he snapped. "There are two keys in this room. One is in the door and unlocks it. You can do so, and walk out of here, or you can use the other key."
"What other key?" she asked, already know the answer.
"This," he said, pulling his cock out through the hole in his pajama bottoms. "This is the other key that will bring you one step closer to some kind of ultimate decision between the two of us."
Lord! It looked no less formidable now than it had when he was at her apartment. It was stiffening and its head raised to point itself at her. It looked like a large, flesh-colored blackjack. The blood-filled, rich purple head continued swelling and lifting itself higher with each flexing beat. It's one sightless eye was seeping drops of oily lubrication, one at a time. Some of the drops fell in sticky strings to the carpet. Once, when he shook the stem of his shaft, some droplets flew off in different directions.
Smiling, the man undid his pajama pants. He let them fall to his feet, and he kicked them aside.
"Oh, Lamont, not like this," Sharon begged him. "Please ..."
"Anything I want, anything at all," he reminded her.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Then come over here and get down on your knees," he insisted. "Do it right, and it won't take too long. Besides, I've been led to believe by other women that if it's done right, they get as much of a charge from it as a man. So let's get to it right away, Sharon."
She stood there, staring, terrified. The mere thought of putting something like that in her mouth made her nauseated. She found her entire body stiffening with revulsion.
"Come on, Sharon," Lamont said, almost maliciously. "I feel an itch in the head of my cock. There's only one way to put out the fire, so to speak, and that's with a watery tongue, your tongue. You know how to use that tongue when shooting your mouth off. Now let's see you put that tongue to proper use."
"P-please ..." she begged again, still cringing.
Sharon found it impossible to believe any woman in her right mind would ever willingly do something like that, unless maybe, she was a prostitute and paid to do it. Certainly one look at that mammoth cock attached to Lamont would discourage even the most adept fellatrice. It looked like something that belonged on a prehistoric elephant. She was still unable to figure out how the man walked without being weighed down when it was in an erect position.
"You're behaving childishly." Lamont insisted. "This is no worse than intercourse, and the simple fact is, once you do it, you'll never get your fill of it, if you'll pardon the pun. Now what I have here is something nice and stiff. Once it's up, I don't want it to go down until all the juice comes out of it. Since you already gave me a vaginal massage the other day, now I want an oral one. You're a very pretty girl, Sharon, and you'll look even prettier with a cock in your mouth - my cock, to be specific. Now let's stop playing games. Come over here and start sucking."
"I can't ... I can't ... oh God ... I can't ..." she gasped.
"Now what kind of an attitude is that, Sharon? Are you going to cringe there all night and tell me nice women don't do things like that?" he wanted to know.
"Well, maybe with their husbands ..."
"Aha! The old marriage bit again, Sharon?" he laughed. "I told you, if and when I decide I might be willing to marry you, I'll let you know. Until then, you live here on a day-to-day basis as my mistress. And mistresses suck cocks."
"I won't do it willingly," she sullenly insisted.
"Willing or unwilling, you'll do it," he insisted. "The only way to enhance our relationship is for you to get down on your knees and suck a few pints of milk from my prostate by way of my cock. After you've done that, if my cock shrinks, you'll be able to return to your room and know that another hurdle between us has been overcome. Besides, if you go down on me, next time, before I fuck you, I'll go down on you. That's only fair."
"I can't," she insisted.
With a broad smile on his face, the tall, dark-haired, good-looking man marched up to her, reached out, and grabbed her shoulder. He pressed on it with his thumb, making her wince with pain.
"If I didn't give a damn about you, Sharon, I would say forget the whole thing and I'd move you out lock, stock, and trunk, tomorrow. But I must obviously have some strong feelings for you, honey. That's why I'm going to do you this favor and force you to suck my cock."
Slowly, against her will, Sharon found herself coming off the couch and sinking to her knees. The sight of his wavering cock before her eyes was already beginning to affect her senses. Once again it was a writhing snake, squirming to the movement of a flutist, only this time the flute would be her own lips.
She felt as if she were in some sort of trance moving with the wavering penis in an up-and-down rhythm. Some small part of her mind clung to sanity, and she refused to do as Lamont wished. The idea of being gagged by such a monstrosity nauseated her. She remembered his defloration of her and the pain the thickness of the cock had caused when it had stretched her vaginal walls. Surely it would cause just as much pain stretching her cheeks. Even more sickening was the thought that Lamont might be right; that she might actually come to like it after a while. The mere thought of the monster trying to cram its way down her throat had her gagging. But even worse, the sight of the penis, while making her mind flinch, was causing her vagina to get wet. She hadn't had an orgasm since that night with Lamont, and her body was craving one, now.
"Come one, damn you!" Lamont snapped, getting impatient. "I don't have all damn night. Get that mouth of yours working on my cock, and do it now!"
Lamont was enjoying himself. Before he was through with the pure Sharon Seeley, he would have taught her every sexual perversion there was. As far as he was concerned, this was mild compared to some other ideas he had in mind. Still, the idea of her sucking his cock was not merely to teach her a lesson. He wanted to find out if her mouth felt as good around his cock as her cunt.
"Maybe I'd better just leave right now," Sharon gasped, trying to take his hand from her shoulder so she'd be able to stand.
Lamont had been expecting this kind of reaction. He knew it wasn't some personal dislike she felt for him that was making her act this way. On the contrary, she had been a sheltered girl all her life, growing up too quickly, breezing through school so rapidly, she never had time to grow up sexually, emotionally, or femininely. Her entire life had been devoted to medicine. She looked at everything clinically. He had therefore come to regard his taking of her virginity as a major triumph, and he intended triumphing again, tonight, and again and again, and yet again.
Taking his hand from her shoulder, he used both hands to grab her ears, twisting them.
"Owwww!" she screamed, grabbing his hands, but also opening her mouth wide at the same time.
That was the moment he had been waiting for, and he pushed, letting her lips form a hood around the head of his penis. Then he thrust into her - hard. His thick phallus rammed into the tiny, narrow cave of her tender mouth, jamming itself against her gullet. He'd had to thrust forward three times before getting in that far. The first thrust had carried him past her front teeth, and he'd had to twist her ears a little harder to make sure she didn't bite down. On his second thrust, he got halfway into her mouth, stopped by the back of her tongue pressing against her palate. It was the third thrust that had the penis buried to its three-quarter mark in her mouth.
Sharon tried screaming again each time he twisted her ears. Each time she tried pulling her head away, it only hurt more. She tried turning her head from side to side, but suddenly realized the thick, long pike jammed between her lips was preventing her from doing that. Her suddenly filled mouth was only capable of making choking, gagging noises. Perspiration broke out all over her as she feared the possibility of his penile head strangling her.
Though her entire mouth was now clogged with his penis, the terrified female doctor was only too well aware that the lower part of the massive fleshy juggernaut was still visible. From the way he was urging her forward, it was obvious he wouldn't be content until she had engulfed it all. To do that meant suffocation. For the moment she was totally stunned, and after that, she knew there was no way to avoid this. Had his penis been slightly thinner perhaps she would have been able to take it into her gullet and still breathe. But something this thick would plug every last little bit of open space in her throat. She snorted, thanking heaven that her sinuses were wide open. In fact, one curious side effect of any kind of sexual encounter had been for her nostrils and sinuses to open completely, and if her head was spinning with the feelings aroused by these encounters, at least her breathing apparatus worked better than ever.
Having wanted to use possible suffocation as an excuse to get out of doing this, she knew he would feel the twin blasts of air from her nostrils on his penis and pelvis, and wouldn't allow her to relinquish the organ until he was done. Thus a sense of frustration permeated her curvaceous body, and she knew only too well that he was cognizant of the fact that she wasn't going to die, even if she faked it. No doubt his experiences with other women would make him aware of just how truthful she was.
He was pushing the penis deeper now, the head forcing its way into the narrowness of her esophagus. She gagged for a moment, then realized how futile all this was, and unconsciously permitted her throat muscles to relax. As a result, the feeling of strangulation was gone. Though she was a doctor and supposedly well aware of the various things she was supposed to do sexually, no one had ever explained to her how to handle a penis once it was in her mouth.
Taste were starting to seep down her throat. She had expected his penis to be smelly and godawful, but her twitching nostrils let her know he washed with a deodorant soap, and as a result was as clean as she was in the genital area. So her initial taste was the soapiness covering his flesh. Then she became aware of the salty, but otherwise flavorless oil that seeped from the head of his pulsing prick. Too, there was the meaty flavor of the penis, itself.
"Just start sucking," the man told her. "The one way to end this quickly is to make me come, honey," he gasped, panting heavily as he pushed his penis a little deeper, pressing it more firmly into her gullet. "I'm going to shove my cock in until you have all of it, so pull and suck on it with those tantalizing lips of yours. Waggle your tongue from side to side and wash the underside, teasing it. You see, the faster and better you are at doing this, the faster I'll come. I'm not pulling my cock out of your mouth until it's shriveled. Make up your mind to that, Sharon. When we're finished, you will be an honest-to-God cocksucker."
Against her will she clamped her lips solidly around the soft fleshy outer casing of his sausage-like cock, feeling the hardness of his masculine staff beneath her tongue as the oral organ stretched out, rubbing against the length of the urethra in the underside, her gullet feeling the little knot there where the head was joined to the rest of the staff. But her tongue lay there idle, unmoving.
"You have to lick, move that tongue back and forth," he gasped through gritted teeth, for even though her mouth was dormant for the moment, the mere sensation of having his cock in Sharon's oral cave was overwhelming for Lamont.
"Unn nnnnnmm mmmmmmgg gggglllll llluuuuur rrrrggggg gghhhhnnn nnnnnnnn nppphhhh hhhhhh hhhaaa aaaauuu ugugggg hhhhh!" was her only reply.
Sharon was accustomed to this man by now. She knew struggling was hopeless. This was disgusting, primitive, yet in its own way intriguing though she wouldn't have admitted this last out loud, even to herself. She considered chomping down with her teeth, knowing one good bite would deflate the organ in a hurry, but it would also ruin the possibility of a relationship between them, and she needed that relationship until she was able to find another millionaire at the hospital. Either that or she might end up actually marrying this son-of-a-bitch. For the present, her only way out of this tasty, albeit distasteful, situation was to comply with what the man wanted.
Against her better judgment she began working her saliva-coated lingual probe around the rubbery roller shoved into the narrowness of her tiny mouth. Her tongue worked up and down the length of it, surrounding the glans, twirling around it, noting the difference in texture between the head and the stem tasting more of his secretions as the rough part of her tongue toward the back of her mouth rubbed the split in the knob. She decided the faster he came, the faster all this would be over, and perhaps she would be permitted to attain some kind of orgasm of her own. She purposely pressed her tongue as hard as she was able against the penis in the vain hope that he might think the pressure too great, and he might want to call the whole thing off.
"Ahhhhh ... yesssss ... that's the way ..." he gasped out loud. "That feels wonderful ... marvelous ... that's terrific, honey ... really terrific! You're a natural cocksucker if there ever was one. I've ... uuuunnnnhhh ... known women who do this for a living ... oooooohhh ... who can't hold a candle to you. I've ... uhhhhh ... never felt a better ... smoother mouth on my cock ... keep it up ..." he gasped, his fingers tightly clutching her ears.
Wwwwaaa aauuuurr rggggch hhhhwwww wggg-mmm ppphhhh rrrgggh hhgh!" was her only response as she complainingly gagged, trying her best to pull her lovely head free of the grip his fingers had on her burning ears. But the motion her action created on the pulsing glans in her mouth sent Lamont into new and wanton raptures.
Lamont was definitely not the only one feeling arousal. As her gullet became more and more used to his forcible probing, the penis digging deeper and deeper into her narrow gullet, Sharon felt the same inward tingle she had sensed when the pain in her vagina had subsided when she had ridden this man's cock. She moved her head all the more rapidly now, but it was obvious from the man's reactions that much as Lamont enjoyed all this, he was definitely in no hurry to reach his peak. The thickness of his cock, rubbing back and forth in the depths of her pharynx made her aware of nerve-endings that had never really received any kind of constant friction before. To her surprise, Sharon realized it might be possible for her to attain her own climax, even doing something like this.
He continued thrusting his massaging cock in and out of the tight narrowness of her gullet in such a way that those inner nerve-endings continued being stimulated. She actually started shivering with anticipation as the sensation within her continued mounting. If he kept up this stroking of his cock in her mouth, with the head probing ever deeper into her gullet, she was definitely going to attain an orgasm. She didn't understand how it was possible or why it was happening, and by now she no longer gave a damn. All that really mattered was the attainment of satisfaction - her own as well as Lamont's.
"Yesssss ... yessssss ... you're so gooooddd-duuuhhhh ... I never dreamed you'd ... uuuuunn-nhhhh ... know what to do so expertly ... so quickly," he gasped. "What you need is more practice, and more cock to ... ohhhhhhh ... work on ..." he gasped gleefully, and after telling her that he released her ears. Reaching around to the back of her head, he flattened his palms against her skull, then tightly clenched his buttocks around his own asshole, and shoved forward while pulling her lovely face toward him as he crammed even more of the fleshy log into her narrow" gullet. He finally had her lips kissing the hairs at the base of his pelvis.
"Mmmmmuu uuuurrr rggghhhh hhccchh hhaaaw wwaarrr rghhhh!" the lovely Sharon gagged aloud in an attempt to scream out her protest as the head of his penis pushed through her throat, trying to reach into her belly. She realized she had totally engulfed the lengthy thickness of human rubberiness.
The flesh-bung prevented air from moving in and out of her throat as she had anticipated, and she had to breathe through her nostrils, inhaling the masculine scent of him while staring fixedly at the man's pubic hair that retreated and advanced with his pumping motions. Sharon wondered if the man eventually intended her to die while performing some sexual deed to please him. Her nostrils quivered and flared in a maddening attempt to pull more air into her tortured lungs, and she seriously wondered if she was getting enough oxygen this way. Was it possible she could indeed strangle to death on the salty penis of this man who was her keeper for the moment? Just when she thought she might faint, the man slowly began withdrawing his phallic piston until the tip was resting in middle of her tongue. Once again she tasted the salty, but otherwise flavorless secretions being emitted by it.
"Uuuu urrrrmmm mmppphhhh ... pppphh hhnn-nnf ffffmmm mffffwwwwwaa aauuuuf!" she sighed, feeling herself able to breathe again for the moment, but just barely.
"I think you have the idea," Lamont said to her, a wide grin on his face. "Rather than have me force you to do this, do it willingly, at your own pace, just as long as you make it feel good for me. Do a good job and suck," he ordered, and standing the way he was, he looked like a colossus towering over her.
Sharon realized she had no choice. Besides, she was beginning to find this intriguing in spite of hating it. Even now she refused to admit to herself the possibility of liking it. Her mouth automatically began nursing on the masculine probe.
Reaching up, her right hand gripped the bottom half of his penis, her fingers wrapping themselves tightly around the organ in the hope of keeping it from pushing into her gullet again. Her other hand rested on his thigh for a moment, until he took it and pressed it under his testicles, letting her know he wanted her fingers massaging them as well, for there were sensitive areas at the base of his scrotum, when pressured, would intensify the feeling he was experiencing.
She continued sucking, seemingly reluctantly, her right hand tugging strongly on the bottom part of his penis, but it came to her that she, herself, wasn't experiencing as much from all this as when the head had rammed itself into the deepest part of her gullet. So she reluctantly took her hand from the penile base and purposely forced her mouth over more and more of the length of it, intentionally cramming the thickness into the narrow culvert of her gagging throat. Her esophagus was filled with the broad head again, and once again those hidden nerve-endings in her gullet were being massaged. Fighting back the choking sensation, she vibrantly sucked, her left hand continuing to massage his scrotum and gently squeeze the golf ball-like testicles.
Her vagina was getting more and more heated up with every passing moment, and it occurred to her that the only way she was going to attain that ultimate orgasm herself was to try and strangle herself with the weighty thickness of the huge penis. Her tiny panties, under her shorty nightgown, were soaking wet with her own lubrication. She ached to slide them off, but to do so would mean stopping what she was doing for the moment, and she knew this was one thing Lamont would not countenance. Besides, she was slowly, inexorably falling under the spell of his penis, and she realized that even if his hands were removed from her head, she would be unable to voluntarily release the powering prod. Nor would her hands let got of his pulled-in scrotum. Fondling them gave the lovely blonde a strange sense of security. Security was, after all, the primary reason why she had come to live with Lamont. She needed security.
Sharon sucked harder, jamming the tip of his penis even deeper in her gullet than ever before. Her nerve-endings within tingled and she was well aware it wouldn't be too much longer before she once again hit stratospheric heights. Not only that, but she was aware that from the way the orgasm was building inside her, it wasn't going to be a small climax. On the contrary, it was going to be even bigger than the big one she had enjoyed when she had been de-virginized. Was it possible that this kind of climax was more thrilling than a vaginal one? Or was it merely that each succeeding orgasm would top the previous one no matter how she attained it.
Between her thighs she felt her vaginal muscles contracting insanely as her womanly gully spat forth more lubrication into the crotch of her bikini panties. The oils were already seeping down her thighs.
Sharon was aware, for the first time, that the feelings in her body were controlling her mind, rather than her mind being the control center. Was it possible that sometime in the future she would finally lose total control over herself? If so, she might as well make her living by being a whore. The prospect was horrible, yet wonderful. There was no way for her to control it.
She sucked harder now, because the harder she sucked, the more arousing it was to her own body. Her head wobbled from side to side, twisting in semicircles at the same time, providing his pulsing prick with a rotating motion that sent insane quivers on uncontrollable lust vibrantly shooting through Lamont.
Lamont kept his mouth shut at this point. With other women, verbal encouragement would have made them feel better. But to tell Sharon how whorishly she was sucking his cock might make her stop, and at this point, the last thing he wanted was for this lovely blonde to stop mouthing his cock. But she was unbelievable. Never in all the time he had experienced blowjobs, had he ever felt a mouth like this one. It was as if her mouth had been created for the express purpose of sucking his cock.
Sharon's inner sensations were in a violent turmoil as she felt her orgasm continuing to build. She realized she was going to come at any moment. Her head was constantly bobbing back and forth, moving all the more quickly now, her lips sliding on the penis as if it were a whistle, her head nodding up and down, her mouth pushing all the way forward and kissing the hairy base, then pulling all the way back to surround the rim of his corona. Each time she pulled her head back, the tip of her tongue licked the little split in the head, and then her mouth shoved itself all the way forward, stopping for the briefest instant as she forced the flanged corona through her gullet-ring where the flexing dome continued wildly massaging the hidden nerves within her again and again. It was good, so good, much too good to last. It had to end, and for Sharon the end came quickly and violently within herself. Her tight lips jammed themselves right down to the base on the throbbing penis, and she sucked with her lips locked around the base while her throat clung to the massaging penile head. Then she gagged out her orgasm.
She was still on her knees on the floor, pressing into the plush carpeting, pressing her thighs tightly together because the lubricity pouring from the depths of her vagina was flooding out of her like water cascading over Niagara Falls. No matter how hard she tried, it was no use. There was no way on earth of stopping the flow that poured from her vagina as it made a sodden mess of her panty crotch and ran in heavy rivulets down her inner thighs to the carpet, beneath.
Sharon continued slurping her tongue over the length of the cock, letting the tight entrance to her throat massage the corona of his glans repeatedly. Her tongue was everywhere, licking under, over and on the sides, for in doing so, she was enhancing the orgasm she felt powering its way through her quivering body.
Lamont knew his own time had arrived. He shivered, shuddered and writhed, letting out a series of constantly gasping little moans as Sharon's mouth continued working on his cock. Each time her head plunged forward and she engulfed all of it, her tongue snaked out and licked at his balls, as well, and this only served to inflame him all the more.
Now that her own climax was coming to a conclusion, Sharon was able to think more rationally again. She knew this might be the first time she was expected to do this, but it definitely would not be the last time. Well, hell! If she was going to do this, she might as well drive the man so crazy with sensation, he might think twice before putting his cock into her mouth again. She was going to do her best to drive him clear out of his mind.
With her left hand still squeezing his balls - whenever her tongue wasn't touching it - she began using her right hand to rub his asscheeks. He shuddered, feeling the wandering fingers on his buttocks as her licking tongue continued teasing each separate wrinkle in his balls. Looking down, he saw her hands wandering over his naked flesh, and seeing as well as feeling intensified the thrills within him. His own throat was filled with the slaver of an uncaged lion. Fireworks started going off inside him as her left hand clutched very tightly around the clump of his testicles. He was ablaze with feeling as her fingers tightened around his balls and her other hand dug fingertips into his asscheeks.
As far as Sharon was concerned, now that she had attained her own satisfaction, there was no need to force the penile head all the way into her gullet. So she pulled her head back a little and let her lips concentrate on sucking the purple glans while her fingers gripped the throbbing base, her thumb massaging the urethra underneath. Her lips pulled on the penile head with all the strength inside her. Her breasts, pressing against the shorty nightgown, felt as if her extended nipples were trying to poke holes in the fabric. Even after her orgasm, the nipples had not shrunk, not even a little. In fact, they were hard to the point of pain. Her vagina was still awash with her sodden fluids, and her interior felt as if whipped cream was oozing out of it. The oils continued squeezing through the tender inner labia of her vagina into the sodden, soaking, double-thick crotch of her white lace bikini panties. The fluid poured out of Yher like water overflowing the banks of the Nile. Some of it had defied gravity and had actually moved past her perineum, oiling the pucker of her anus, while the rest continued dripping down her thighs like melting ice.
He was strangling her all over again. Heated blasts of white cream shot in repeated bursts from the tip of his cock. Not knowing what else to do, Sharon automatically swallowed. She drank as much of it as she was able. The head of his cock was pushing deeper and deeper past her tonsils, trying harder than ever to reach into her gullet and her belly. She gagged and choked, sputtering, some of the fluid in her throat actually coming up through her nostrils, but Lamont kept on humping his hips forward, refusing to stop until he had unleashed every last little drop of sperm.
She tried hard, drinking all she was capable of, but he was shooting a lot more than she was able to swallow. Finally some of it backed up, seeping out of the corners of her mouth and coating his cock and hairy groin.
At last, the release of his passion caused him to relax. The penis in her mouth slowly wilted, and she was able to yank her lips from it. Even then, shriveled, it was thick, and her mouth was so narrow, that when the glans pulled out, there was a tiny "pop."
Rising, she staggered to the bed and sat, realizing that in doing so, she was looking at her face in the dressing table mirror which was off to the side. There were still great draughts of semen in her gullet as well as what was already in her belly. The swallowing of the sperm set off a minor orgasm inside her, making her shudder.
She saw the added sperm smeared all over her lips and cheeks and chin, and after she had finished drinking what had been stored in her mouth, she unashamedly licked her tongue out and pulled in as much of the fluid as possible. The semen tasted like a mixture of peroxide and pancake batter, and after she had finished cleaning her face with her tongue, she beckoned him closer, and without his expecting it, licked his balls and cock clean. She didn't know why, but she had found this experience to be no less thrilling than her defloration. In fact, now that she thought back on it, she realized her second experience, though initially appearing to be more distasteful than her first, was a lot less painful.
"If it were anyone but you, Sharon," Lamont said to her, "I would think you must have practiced something like this for years. You have a natural aptitude that would put the best professional women to shame. Can you really see yourself marrying some helpless male you're capable of dominating, and then occasionally indulging in a little missionary sex? You're lucky I'm not a pimp. I'd be using you to make a fortune, and as disgusted as you look about the idea at the moment, believe me when I say you'd fall in love with that kind of work."
"I don't need you to remind me how wanton I am, basically," she responded. "I suppose it's something innate and can't be helped. But I recall you saying something about wanting to swap sex partners. So any time you're ready ..."
"Oh no!" he replied. "I've changed my mind where you're concerned. You're mine, Sharon, all mine. If anyone else puts a cock on you, I'll break it."
He turned and walked out of the bedroom, and Sharon smiled to herself. Jealousy! What was more, it was not the kind of jealousy a man displays simply over a possession. Even though he refused to admit it, Lamont Dennison still loved her. Now she began to wonder whether it was worth chasing after some other millionaire. She had Lamont firmly hooked, even if he didn't realize it yet. She had no doubt he would subject her to further indignities, but she would survive them. Equally important, her internship came to an end at the end of the month. As a resident doctor she would be earning considerably more, and soon she wouldn't need Lamont's money. But would she leave him?
CHAPTER SIX
The key to keeping Lamont interested in her, as far as Sharon was concerned, was in making him think that no matter how strongly she responded to sex, when her mind was clear she supposedly didn't want anything more to do with him. She would live in his house, wear the clothes he bought for her, let his chauffeur take her to and from the hospital, but each time they had a sexual encounter, she would arrange to make him think he was raping her. Having studied a certain amount of psychology, she was aware that Lamont still hadn't forgiven her for the cruel way she had spoken to him when he had proposed. As far as he was concerned, he was offering her the most valuable thing he had possessed, still possessed for that matter: his name. Not only had she refused, but she had been so indelicate about it as to be cruel.
But in the next week, Lamont made no demands on her, whatsoever. She would eventually learn that when he was in the middle of research for one of his books, he wasn't interested in anything else. She also discovered that he would make up for it, afterward.
In the next few days she finished her internship at the hospital, and was signed on as a resident doctor. Though she wouldn't make the kind of money she'd earn were she practicing privately, she would make enough for the moment. All her money was being banked, because every one of her expenses was being paid by Lamont.
At the end of her second week, he gave her credit cards to the various accounts he had. When she had gone on a spending spree, buying an entire new wardrobe, shoes, furs, and matching purse, Lamont didn't complain, though she knew he was aware of what she was doing. She rarely saw him, except at supper time. Then he would talk politely to her, more like she was a visiting guest than a mistress, asking about her work in the hospital. At first she thought he was merely trying to make polite conversation, but as the evenings passed, she realized he took a very avid interest in what she was doing.
Occasionally, he made reference to their relationship, almost in a taunting manner. This irritated Sharon. She knew why she was here, and by now was well aware she would have to perform for him if she was going to remain here. But she didn't like him lording it over her that she was less than human to him when she stepped out of the hospital. He would never let her forget how tauntingly cruel she had been to him.
"It isn't as if your refusal goaded me into changing my writing style," he told her one night, while they were relaxing in the large living room and listening to music. "That was something I would have done anyway, so I can't even say that your refusal of my proposal was what had egged me on to bigger and better things."
"Why didn't you marry someone else?" Sharon asked.
"I looked," he admitted. "I looked a lot. Of one thing I was certain, and that was, I would never take a woman to bed unless she was a possible marriage prospect."
"But you said you were with whores," she reminded him.
"So?" he shrugged. "I've known plenty of prostitutes with the proverbial heart of gold. I didn't begrudge them the fact that they were earning a living with their bodies. Nor did it deter me of thinking of each one in turn as my possible wife. But there was always something missing. In one case the girl didn't like animals, and I love animals. Eventually I hope to have two or three dogs around the place."
"That sounds nice," Sharon admitted.
"Then you like animals," he nodded.
"Certainly," Sharon replied. "I even considered becoming a veterinarian, but that would entail knowing surgery. Funny, but it never bothered me to cut open a human cadaver and work on it, but it would break my heart to work on an animal."
"Another of the many women I've known was too possessive. Not that she was in love with me, but she felt if I was dating her, I had no right to see other woman, only because she regarded me as her personal property."
"Isn't that the way you regard me?" Sharon asked.
"There's a difference, Sharon," he insisted. "You're bought and paid for, for as long as we both wish. I won't let you play around with another man because you are my property for the moment."
That hurt! He had no right to dig into her that way. What he was saying was far more painful than anything she had said to him.
"I think I'm going to go up to bed," she said, standing, not wanting to hear more.
"By all means," he nodded. "I'll be working tonight, so you don't have to worry about me."
There it was, that implication that she was still frightened of him. If she dispelled it, she might lose him.
"Thank you," she nodded. "I think that very considerate of you."
"My consideration is for myself, not you," he said blandly. "All my energies are being applied to my writing for the moment."
"I understand," she sighed, and moved off, heading for the stairs.
But as she walked, she felt his eyes burning into her back, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he attacked her again. She would have to put on the act of a lifetime.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now that Sharon was no longer an intern, her hospital hours were shortened a bit, and she was allowed to take every other Sunday off, in addition to having Mondays off. The last Sunday in June was one of her days off, and she had decided to lounge in bed a little longer.
She was therefore surprised when the connecting bathroom door opened, and Lamont walked in. He looked her over, noting how freshly scrubbed her face and body were. She had risen an hour ago to take a shower, and then had returned to bed. He, on the other hand, looked like he needed a shave. She knew that when he worked, he took some few hours out for sleeping, but otherwise worked day and night. Other than sleeping, his only break came at the supper table.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, knowing full well what he was doing there, but determined to act the resisting female all over again, certain this was what he wanted.
"I want to fuck you," he said blatantly.
By now, Sharon had come to accept the fact that fuck was not a dirty word. It was the most accurate word in the English language to describe sexual intercourse.
"I-I'm not ready right now," she insisted.
"You're ready," he snarled. "Even though I've been working, I've been keeping tabs on you. I know you had your menstrual cycle last week, so there's no way you can con me into believing otherwise."
"I wasn't going to claim otherwise," she insisted. "It's just that a woman likes to be made ready, to be wooed. Sometimes we even like being the aggressor, if your male ego can stand up to it."
"Who do you think you're kidding?" he laughed. "You hate it when I touch you until I get you to such a fevered pitch, you need my cock."
"You know," she told him. "You made me a promise of sorts the last time, when you made me, well, you know ..."
"When I made you suck my cock," he shrugged. "That's the correct terminology. Yes, I made you suck my cock, and I'm still recalling how pleasant it felt."
"Well you said something about performing cunnilingus, at the time," she reminded him.
"So you want to find out what it's like to have your cunt lapped, eh!" he laughed.
"I don't know if I want anything considering the way you look," she told him. "You have a two-day-old beard that's certain to scratch me, and you know how tender that area is."
"Honey, I don't care what you want," he shrugged. "HI lap that pussy of yours if you want, and then I'll fuck you. But if you don't want your cunt licked, then we'll have to settle for plain fucking."
"Can't you be gentle about it.?" she asked.
"When you deserve gentle treatment, you'll get it," he assured her. Until then, you'll be treated exactly the way I want to treat you."
"For God's sake, pretend, just for a little while," she pleaded. "Or is it impossible for you to show any gentleness."
"Impossible?" he laughed. "Nothing's impossible, but why should I have to be gentle with you? You're my property for as long as we both agree. I can handle you any which way I choose as long as I don't damage you."
"I don't believe for a moment that you know what it means to love a woman tenderly," she insisted.
"Oh no? Well, I'll show you, for a little while. But when I fuck you, forget about my being gentle."
CHAPTER EIGHT
He strode to the bed and lay beside her, and assured by the words he had spoken, Sharon knew she had won her first minor victory with this man. Even if he was gentle for only a little while, it would be worth it. She would respond even more to his gentleness than to the rough way he treated her. She had no illusions about his remaining gentle. But with the passage of time, if she was able to convince him to be gentle each time for just a short while, she was certain she would be able to eventually have him completely tamed.
The funny part of all this was, she was starting to feel things being near him. He aroused emotions in her without touching her, and no man had ever done that before.
He took her in his arms and smiled, and it was a genuine smile. Either that, or he was a consummate actor. She relaxed a little, and she had to admit being held by him did feel good. This tenderness on his part was dulling her resistance far more quickly than if he had forced her to his way immediately. She was fully aware of what he intended doing, and it aroused her very quickly.
"I would have been gentle with you always, Sharon, had you married me three years ago," he said softly.
He leaned his head toward her and began lip-teasing her earlobe. Then his mouth was on her neck, and though his beard was scratchy, she had to admit there was a certain additional arousal in feeling it. Then his mouth slowly moved to hers and kissed it.
He continued kissing her gently, but there was nothing gentle about the throb she was feeling against her leg. His penis was as rigid as a crowbar. Sometimes she thought it was just as long, though somewhat thicker.
She was aware of the contoured penile head, pounding with blood as it continued pressing into her thigh. She knew he was holding himself back, and she wanted to make this as good for him as he would make it for her, hoping it would help him understand that gentleness was the one sure way to keep her interested in him. The truth of the matter was, Sharon felt more than a little desire for Lamont. She wasn't ready to call it love, yet, because love was something that grew over a period of time, but whatever this feeling was, it was something she'd never felt for any other man.
Little by little his kisses became more urgent. When his tongue sought her mouth, she parted her lips, opening them readily to receive him. Maybe, just maybe, if she responded properly, he would understand how much more enjoyable it was when she was willing right from the start. Maybe he would lose this insane desire to see her squirm and crawl.
Her soft strands of honey-blonde hair tickled his ears, succeeding in intensifying the lascivious sensations coursing through his loins. Without removing his hungry mouth from her, he slowly lowered his hand to her thigh beneath the covers. He started caressing the soft, naked flesh from knee to mid-thigh. She moved her own hand to his head and carefully wove her fingers through his black hair.
Encouraged by her positive responses, Lamont began stroking the satin-smooth flesh of her lovely thigh all the way up to the tight elastic leg band of her bikini panties. She always wore panties under the shorty nightgowns she liked putting on in bed. Each caress moved his fingers that much nearer to her heated pussy. When she moaned and pressed herself against him, he wasted no time sliding his other arm around her and gripping one of her full breasts.
Sharon was more starved for physical love than she had realized. All the torment this man had put her through before had always ended in making her feel rousing climaxes, and now her body was letting her know it needed more. In fact, she knew very well that she wouldn't be able to content herself with a once-a-week fucking, or, as in this case, twice in three weeks. Masturbation was out of the question. There was no way on earth she would be able to induce as much pleasure within herself with her own fingers as this man was capable of doing. It was the penis which had her stimulated more than anything else. A penis in her vagina, then a penis in her mouth, and both times she'd had orgasms wild enough to tear off the top of her head.
She made no effort to stop him when Lamont moved his hand away from the soaking center of her loins and slipped it inside the top of her shorty nightgown. His fingers squeezed her naked breasts, cupping them one at a time, sending licking flames of mounting rapture rippling through her shuddering belly. She groaned with lascivious delight, sighing as he rolled the hardening nipple maddeningly between thumb and forefinger.
When she felt his hot breath playing over her face, she turned her mouth to his and without thinking, thrust her tongue forward sharply, feeling him suck it deeply into the warm wetness of his mouth. God! She hadn't realized how much her body had been starved for his kisses. She needed him desperately, and it was no longer his money she needed, but the man, himself.
He eased his mouth from hers and whispered softly in her ear, "I like it better when you're naked. You're so absolutely stunning to look at. Besides, we can have a lot more fun when we don't have clothes on."
It was the first time he had admitted how turned on he was by her. Not that she had been unaware of it, but nevertheless, it was nice to hear him come out and say it. He knew how to be nice when he wanted to be. Yes indeed, he really knew how. There were times when she hated him, but at moments like this, she adored him. Her body begged to feel his hands. His nearness had taken control of her, melting her resolve to accept his handling of her as a necessary evil in order to assuage the roaring forest fires he had initially ignited in her with that first rape. She knew now that it was more than the way he fondled and aroused her. It was the man himself. There was no doubt about it. Deep down, even though she had never admitted it to herself, she had always wanted to know what it was like for this man to love her. He was the only one who had stirred such sensations in her when she had been younger, and he was the only one for whom she felt anything right now. Had any other man done this to her, she might have responded physically, if only because of the way Lamont had tuned her like a fine musical instrument, but her emotions wouldn't be aroused as they were with him.
Wave after wave of wanton pleasure churned through her shuddering torso, spreading outward from her nipples and radiating through her entire being. It was as if she were emanating desire from her fingertips and toes. Lord! It felt good, so very good! If she felt any animosity toward Lamont at this moment, it was solely because he had waited so long before approaching her again.
Weakly, she rolled her head from side to side, sighing with desire, little mewling moans coming from the depths of her throat, letting him know how quickly he was getting to her. His hands lifted the nightie over her head and tossed it off somewhere on the floor. She felt the cool air-conditioned air sweeping across her lovely breasts as he hungrily glued his mouth to her tantalizing lips, his tongue slithering between her teeth. Without realizing what she was doing, she found herself sucking on the lingual digit, dueling with it by parrying its thrusts with her own tongue.
Without realizing it, she began caressing his own muscular torso. There was no doubt about the fact that he was far more muscular now than when she had first known him. He had undoubtedly taken the time to build up his body.
With breath-taking delight, Sharon felt Lamont's hand caressing her nakedly upthrust breast, then tweaking her erect little pink nipple, making it deepen in color as blood flowed through it. His hand moved from one tantalizing mound to the other, playing with both nipples, obviously enjoying himself as much as she was thrilled by what he continued doing to her. She rolled her shoulders from side to side in undisguised, wanton desire.
Slowly, taking care not to alarm her since he had promised gentleness for a little while, Lamont moved his stubbled cheek lower on her body. The scratchy beard, far from deterring Sharon, aroused her even more. His heated mouth moved to the straining tips of her breasts and began pulling at her hardened, extended nipples. He sucked them into his mouth one at a time, teasing the softness of her delightfully resilient mounds. Uncontrollable ecstasy continued building in Sharon.
She felt his hand trace its way along her highly sensitive belly and for a moment her breath caught in her throat as his outstretched middle finger began to worm its way under the leg band of her panties.
Would lie do it! She wondered. Would he actually go down there with his mouth?
A moment later, sighing with salacity, she thrilled to the pressure of his fingertip separating her vaginal lips. She almost shrieked her pleasure out loud as she felt him slowly worm his finger into the viscous slot of heated desire. He found the little bit of flesh that covered her clitoris and rubbed, making the tiny organ extend itself and escape from the hood covering it.
Dear God! She was already sopping wet the heated oils pouring from her frothing cunt like volcanic lava splashing in rivulets down the side of Vesuvius. Her crotch band was drenched with her fluids.
Moaning with wanton desire, the shamelessly aroused female doctor unconsciously spread her thighs to give Lamont greater access to her womanly hallway. She wanted to feel more.
Her gasping moans let Lamont know how easily she became aroused, and as a result he went farther, cautiously, gently, tenderly for a change, fucking his finger up and down the pink little furrow without plunging inside, just yet. At the same time his mouth continued hungrily sucking on her extended nipple.
Sharon drew in her breath as she felt the probing finger move even deeper, finding the tight little hole, worming its way inside, pressing ever deeper into her tantalizing pink grotto. It never occurred to her to hide the fact that she was so responsive. When he was like this, she was fully capable of loving him. He was the only man in the world who had ever really aroused her. Granted, he'd had to force her the first time, but in doing so, he had awakened the real woman inside her and made her that much more responsive to him as a man. Each time he touched her he created new and different pleasures in her shuddering body. Lord! Every passing moment let her know just how hot she was feeling, and how much she was in dire need of satisfaction. His manipulations had made her more passionate than ever.
"Hhhhhuuuuunnnnhhhh!"
The sound seemed to issue from her mouth without her being able to control it as his finger slid from her internal cuntal depths and began massaging the little bud of her tantalizing clitoris. The erotic thrills constantly surging through her quivering womanly body were absolutely fantastic, and she knew she was building to a bigger high than she had enjoyed the other two times. She shuddered from top to bottom. The aroused young female doctor was only vaguely aware that her hips were pumping up and down in rhythmic response to the driving finger within her.
Aware of the power in her upward lunges, Lamont realized how difficult it was for him to maintain control over himself. Christ! He wanted to ram his cock into her and fuck her solidly. But he was giving her this display of tender affection on purpose, to let her know how good things might have been had she not been such a bitch. The truth of the matter was, a good part of his antagonism toward her was antagonism toward himself. He hated himself for still feeling love for her. Yes, love! Unlike Sharon, Lamont wasn't one of those people who critically analyzed everything. When he felt something for someone, he admitted it outright, at least to himself. He still loved Sharon Seeley. He had raped her once, degraded her once, and the more his cock was buried inside her, the more he wanted her. His desire was mounting rather than waning. Still, if he were to let her know his feelings, giving her a weapon with which to control him, he was certain that in almost no time she would come to despise him again, even if he did have all the money she would ever need.
So let her feel what his gentleness was like, for the moment. Then, out of sheer self-defense, he would have to return to being the bastard who dominated and controlled her. Either she would eventually accept his domination, or she would move out. If she moved out, she would be out of his life forever, no matter how much he loved her. Certainly he had no intention of throwing her out in spite of what he had told her. At the moment, he wanted her to beg for an orgasm. He would give it to her, but afterward it would be his turn.
Carefully, gently, tenderly he slid his finger from the fount of her sweet pussy, letting his hand glide up to the waist band of her panties. All the while his mouth continued sucking at her lust-throbbing breasts while he slid the soft nylon down the curve of her trembling hips, over her long, slender thighs, to her ankles, then off her feet, after which he tossed them away.
Sharon was too overcome with passionate desire to realize how easily he was manipulating her. She was aware of the cool rush of air touching her tingling pussy as her labia hotly pulsed. Recalling how roughly he'd handled her the other two times, she almost panicked, but the gentle pressure of his mouth on her nipple caused tremors of rapturous delight to flow over her, and she sighed and lay back, allowing him to do as he wanted. She moaned, her hands gripping his hair, tugging his head all the closer to her naked nipples. Then she moaned again, even louder this time, as his wandering fingers drifted below her pelvic mount and began gently rolling her clitoris.
That was the moment the handsome, dark-haired author chose to slide his body lower, letting his tongue lick across the sweet nakedness of her tantalizing flesh. She was totally naked now, more delightful to the eye than ever. There was no doubt in Lamont's mind that he loved her, had loved her ever since he had dated her when she had been only seventeen. She had proved herself smarter than girls ten years older at the time. She was not only more intelligent in school, but had a much more mature attitude than most of the other women he had dated. That was the basic reason why he felt so strongly about her.
Sharon felt his whiskers slide across her stomach, and she should have objected to the scratchy sensation. His hot, searching tongue licked into her navel for a moment, sending sparklers of scintillating desire coursing through her. Then his mouth was at the top of her pelvis where the almost-invisible wisps of blonde pubic hair tickled his chin. He pushed himself lower, then a little lower, until his hungering mouth was directly above her widespread vaginal passage. He stared in wonder at her succulent pussy lips, seeing them pulsating and swollen. By now he knew she was hot enough to explode. Even her emotional self was advanced way beyond that of any other woman he had ever known despite having been awakened so late in life. Now all he had to do was let her know what utter rapture was like, once and for all, and even when he manhandled her later on, she would be grateful, certain he would one day do this all over again.
Sharon waited anxiously, the waiting more terrible than anything she had felt when he had forced his cock into her cunt and her mouth those Other times. Spasming convulsions jerked at her slender thighs and pulled at her stomach muscles as she felt the pressure of his wetly probing tongue slam itself against the wet slash of her anxious vagina. Oh, God! God! What a feeling! She had never dreamed ... not even after being fucked and forced to suck, that anything in the whole world felt like this! Oh, God!
"Hhhh haaa wwwww aaaaa uuuuu nnnnnnn gggg hhhhh!" she shrieked, her body filled with storming electricity as an unwanted shudder rippled through her quivering form because of the burning union of his tongue with her erect and upstanding little clitoris. "My God! My God! My God! Oh, Godddduuuuhhhh!"
"Feels good, doesn't it, honey," he said, his hands keeping her thighs forced apart.
His voice cut through the vaporous sensations she was feeling as he blew hot breath against her seeping cunt and made her quivering clitoris feel even more sensitive. Her buttocks automatically slammed up and down against the mattress, not in an attempt to escape, but because it was a natural movement, one which she hoped would bring her vaginal lips into contact with his mouth all over again. Surge after surge of uncontrolled sensation coursed erotically through her body from the heated junction between her thighs.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" was all she seemed capable of saying, whimpering almost involuntarily as he continued his skillful tweaking of her tantalizing clitoris. "Y-e-e-e-e-e-ssssssss ... hhhhhaaannnnhhhh ... so good ... oh, I never dreamed ... aaannnhhhhh ... I love it ... I love it ..." and her body reaffirmed what she was saying by the anxious lifting of her naked loins.
"Now maybe you can understand why I wanted you to suck my cock," he said to her.
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. "O, yes! I understand! Don't stop now! I'll do anything for you from now on, but for the love of God don't stop now!"
Smiling to himself, Lamont dipped his head again and let his tongue spear its way into her feminine oven! He licked the juices from the hotly quivering center, tasting the nectar from a cunt that had only been fucked once, and that once by him. Her oils gushed out and filled his nostrils with the warm headiness of her arousal.
The tongue was so overpowering, Sharon wanted him to stop for a moment and give her a chance to catch her breath. She attempted to pull away, but he held her firmly against the mattress. She lifted her lovely head and gasped at the lascivious sight of this man who was her captor for the moment kneeling in fealty between her widespread thighs, paying oral homage to her cunt. His handsome face was buried firmly in the kiln of widely split pink flesh. Lord! This was the most fantastically wonderful sensation of all time. Even though the thrills were overpowering, she not longer tried stopping him.
Instinctively her wantonly aroused body continued to violently react and respond as her hips lifted and slammed themselves against the mattress. The tormenting tongue was driving her mad with passion, sending uncontrolled spasms of wandering delight charging through her. She felt neither ashamed nor guilty, only sorry that she had robbed herself of this sensation for so long by not having indulged in this with Lamont three years before. His tongue washed through he hot furnace with a deliciousness that overpowered her.
"Ghhhhhuuuun nnnngggh ... my goddddd uuuhhh ... ooooooo ohhhh ... uuuuu nnnnnhhh ... that feels fantastic!"
She was whimpering, gasping as her smoothly rounded tan buttocks rose and fell with regularity, keeping time to the way his tongue probed her inner recesses. It slurped against the pink furrow of her seething pussy with loud noises, and the sounds only enhanced everything for her that much more.
Lamont stared up at her lovely contorted countenance, but all the while his tongue continued slurping in the honeyed pit of her fulcrum, his lips continually teasing the tantalizing flesh of her throbbing pussy. Tears of sheer happiness fell from the lovely blonde's eyes, and Lamont watched with satisfaction, knowing this would be a job well-done. She was struggling to achieve more than she had the previous times, and knowing Sharon as he did, he was certain she would succeed. She was the kind of woman who, once she set her mind to something, went out and got it. She had not even allowed her poverty to deter her. She was using her body to live regally, and the only remaining question was, would he be able to make her love him. She was presently more turned on than he had ever seen her, and he decided he would definitely bring her to total satisfaction, this way. Then he would turn into the son-of-a-bitch he had to be in order to make sure she remained under his control.
He slammed the full length of his probing tongue all the more deeply into her, licking and slurping at her upstanding clitoral nodule on both, the forward slash, and the backward lap.
"Unh ... anh ... unh ... anh ..." she cried in time with the way his hungering tongue licked into her, her cried of pleasure filling the entire bedroom as he continued proving with his tongue into the deepest part of her seething pussy. Her hotly clasping vagina tried to clamp itself around his tongue as it had done around his cock, but his tongue proved much too slippery, and it managed to effect its escape every time. Shrieks of wantonness came rising from her helpless throat as he took the flesh stalk of her clitoris between bis lips and proceeded to use the tip of his tongue to whip it from side to side.
Sharon's head was flailing insanely from side to side, whimpers and gasps on uncontrolled rapture rolling from the depths of her chest as she automatically reached out for the summit of total arousal ... straining for that ultimate release.
"Don't ... uuuhhhh ... stop ... please ... oh, please ... don't stop-----" she begged, her voice a hoarse groan as she tightened her hold on his hair and pulled his face all the more deeply into her vaginal vestry. Her naked hips all but slammed upward, her cunt beating against his face.
"Lick me harder, harder, harder ..." Sharon pleaded. "Don't stop now ... not now ... ohhhhh ... please ... please ..."
His tongue washed through her seething channel with stronger swipes than ever, and he knew he had her now. She was there.
"IIIIIFMMMMMM ... UUUUNNN NGGGHHH ... CCOOMM MMMMIIII NNNNGGG UUUHHH ... YYYYYA AAAIII YYYYYA AAGGGG HHHUUU NNNNNG GGHHHA GGGGGG HHH!" she screamed, and she whipped insanely from side to side, thrashing violently as she clamped her hips tightly around his face.
Lamont continued licking and lapping, even after she became oversensitive. He had her totally drained for the moment, and this was the way he wanted her, thereby making her resistance to what else he had in mind practically nil.
He was going to fuck this cunt he had just sucked, and she was going to love that just as much as she had loved his lapping.
CHAPTER NINE
She went to the bathroom afterward to rinse herself off. She was covered with perspiration. When she returned, he was standing in the middle of the room, and from the look on his face, it was obvious he was through being Mr. Nice Guy, at least for the moment.
"Come on," he said to her. "Now it's my turn to have some fun!"
"Be fair," she complained. "After you made me suck your cock, what did you do to ease the ache in my vagina?"
"Sharon, you still don't understand," he replied. "This is my house, you are my slave, and you're here to please me. If I choose to lick your pussy, it's because I enjoy doing so. Now I choose to fuck you, honey."
"I'm so worn out," she told him, and the truth was he had drained a tremendous amount of energy from her.
"I'll have to admit you have the tightest cunt I've ever fucked and sucked, as well as the best mouth, but that doesn't mean I'll hold onto you if you give me flak. I wish to fuck you. I wish to fuck you right now! Now I intend fucking you, either with you being willing or against your will. Understand?"
"Why do you always have to turn into such a vile monster?" Sharon asked. "Why can't you be considerate. Whatever I did to you, I surely never did you any physical harm. Why are you trying to do some harm to me?"
"What you did was torment me in a entirely different way," Lamont responded. "What you did hurt far more than if you had taken a stick and beaten me with it. What I'm doing to you is mild compared to the different kinds of anguish you put me through, even making me doubt my manhood for a short while. I'm going to fuck you, Sharon."
The words began stirring juices in her shuddering body. Weak as she was, her interior was becoming alive because her cunt wanted to be fucked. Even so, the rest of her was so weak, she needed a little rest. Only an hour, and she would be fine again. But from the look in his eyes it was obvious she wasn't going to get that hour.
"I need a little time to recover my strength," she insisted.
"No dice," he snapped. "I want to fuck - now!"
"What kind of a human being are you?" she gasped.
"Cut the crap and let's get down to it. Are you going to do it willingly, or do I have to force you again?"
"Do your worst, but it won't be with my cooperation," she insisted, shaking her head dumbly, refusing to let him know she was willing to give him control over her. No matter what happened to her, as long as she resisted, she would have won some kind of minor victory. For too long, since her initial meeting with Lamont in her apartment, had he used her body to take control of her mind. It was time for her mind to regain control of her body.
The handsome man leered at her, his face split with a wide grin, knowing he was going to get one helluva kick out of fucking Sharon now that she was once again her snotty self, resisting. Yes, he was going to pound the full length of his solid cock into the narrow tightness of her vagina, and there wasn't a damn thing she would be able to do to stop him. As far as he was concerned, she was so intent on continuing to live the good life, she would do anything to keep that status, even if it meant capitulating to him - though she would struggle a bit first, which would make it all that much more enjoyable. In spite of her brave talk and outward bravado, Sharon was, after all, a twenty-year-old woman. She had the mind of someone at least ten years more mature than other girls her age, but even that wasn't saying much, because she was basically all wrapped up in pleasing herself.
Resistance was blazing in her eyes, but her strength had been drained, and she'd be surrendering to what he wanted to do a lot faster than even she imagined. He grinned salaciously at her and dropped his lower garment, revealing the rampant stolidity of his aching cock. It stood straight out from his body, a pointing finger of doom, and at the moment it was pointing straight at Sharon. It looked like a massive redwood log growing as it did from the dense underbrush of his black pubic hair.
With one hand the man began stroking his cock as he had done that first time in her apartment, making certain it was harder than a diamond, causing the thick purple head to expand and contract repeatedly. God! Every time she saw his cock it seemed to be bigger and thicker than the last time.
What Sharon refused to admit to him was, the sight of his throbbing organ was building desire very rapidly inside her, even though she felt physically weak. In order to keep him from knowing just how aroused she was, she put on a sneer.
Lamont saw what he assumed was loathing written all over her lovely countenance as her eyes fixed themselves on the pylon extended from between his muscular thighs. Seeing her stare that way, in spite of the face she was making, convinced him how much he was going to enjoy all this. Arousal continued building inside him as excitement flared through his quivering form. He was determined to have even more fun with Sharon this time than he'd had before. Degrading her a little was somewhat pleasurable, at least to him. It was nice taking her down a peg or two. Seeing the helplessness in her eyes thrilled him. He knew that in spite of her nasty stare, when he finally buried the full length of his cock inside her, he would once again have her moaning and groaning with delight. She would all but explode with sexual rapture.
"On the bed," he told her. "Otherwise I'll do it right on the floor. I don't care where, but the bed'll be more comfortable for you."
Sharon trembled, trying to back away from him toward the bathroom, but she remembered he was the kind of man who would catch her and throw her down on the bathroom's tiled floor. That would be cold and extremely uncomfortable. Still, the idea of this man putting hands on her had her terrified. He wasn't the same man who had licked her to a climax some minutes earlier.
Until a few weeks ago, Sharon had prided herself on the fact that no man had so much as touched her breasts. Then she had been pierced, both vaginally and orally, and though she had loved it, she still felt apprehensive about it. Now, once again, her tormentor stood before her ready to plunge into her again, preparing to perpetrate all kinds of nameless indignities on her shuddering body. Though the pleasure had been unbounded, she also remembered how humiliating it was to be pulled down into his lap, and then to have to kneel before him and suck what he obviously thought was his kingly scepter. He had given her some pleasure - it was true, but right now he wasn't interested in doing anything for her, but preferred instead to use her for his own salacious desires. She hated being used.
The handsome millionaire stepped toward her, his mouth hanging open, saliva drooling from the right corner, his hungry eyes aching to swallow in the firm roundness of her cylindrical thighs as well as the firm mountainous protuberances of her breasts as they formed two peaks of perfectly spherical cones. He licked his lips, staring at the trembling tightness of her flat, tan belly, the navel winking at him, teasing him, inviting him to continue.
As far as Sharon was concerned, this was no longer the man who had made slow, careful oral love to her vagina. This was a slavering monster, and his hungering stare made her quiver all the more violently.
"Don't you dare touch me, you nauseating beast," she cried out, her voice strained with irritation. "You filthy animal! Don't come near me!"
"How much longer before you stop acting as if what I'm doing is something you don't really want?" Lamont asked. "I think it's high time you realized my cock and your cunt were meant to be mated. Now keep your voice down. At this time of the morning, the maids are up and about, and believe me, they'd be more than willing to change places with you, right now. The mere fact that you occupy what was once my mother's room let's them know I've elevated you above any other woman I've ever fucked. Behave with some of that dignity you used to flash at me and all the other neighbors when your old man still had money. Stop throwing crap at me about hating me. You love the feel of my cock no matter where I jam it into you, but you haven't the courage to admit it."
"What ever I feel for that sticker of yours, the fact remains that I hate you as an individual for the way you've degraded me." Her voice was a sobbing gasp at this point.
The man loomed above her, his glittering eyes filled with lust and totally devoid of pity. Wanton desire for her emanated from his entire self, lascivious passion turning his face into a mask of lust. He stared at her, as if trying to see into her very soul. When she wanted to turn her head away, the pressure of his hands, now on her shoulders, prevented her escaping his licentious stare.
"No! No!" she cried out. "I won't do anything more with you," she insisted, her voice becoming more and more hoarse with every passing moment. "You're not doing this merely to please yourself. You're doing it to humiliate me.
Her voice fell on deafened ears as the powerful man wrapped his muscular arms firmly around her, his lips crushing tightly against hers, applying so much pressure her own lips were being scrubbed raw against her teeth. His heatedly pulsating cock continued to solidly press itself into the softness of her flat belly as his tongue continued poking into the confines of her mouth.
The helpless Sharon continued struggling, straining, doing her best to get away. But the overpowering orgasm she had experienced only a few minutes earlier, when this man had pressed his mouth to her cunt, had drained her of any excess strength, and she knew her body had lost its will to struggle. His thick tongue continued investigating her mouth very carefully, as if it had never invaded this territory before. At the same time his solid body pressed itself all the more firmly to her soft figure, his arms and legs flowing over her like the tentacles of a squid from which there was no escape.
"Uuuuuunnnnhhh ... Lamont ..." Sharon gasped. "Don't do this ... have pity ... please ... try to understand ... I'm in no mood for something like this at the moment ..." she groaned, despair spinning through her mind.
"What you're in the mood for doesn't count for beans," Lamont told her. "All that matters is what I want, and I want to fuck you."
The room began crazily spinning as this man who was, in essence, her master, pushed her toward the bed where he had so recently displayed his tenderness. The edge of the mattress caught at the backs of her knees, and the force of their momentum sent her tumbling, falling, finally landing flat on her back. The man was on her in an instant, his strong body pinning hers to the bed.
Sharon pressed her taut thighs firmly together, doing her best to resist the constant probing of the strong body trying to sink itself between the pillars of her loins. His burningly throbbing cock was there, trapped, forcing itself up and down against the hot little pink split of her cunt. She felt the wetness of the penis as it slid back and forth, its lubricating juices mingling with her own, dampening the soft inner hollows of her thighs.
Lamont continued pressing his mouth against that of the helpless female doctor. Then he moved his lips around to the side of her neck, and before Sharon realized it, his teeth were once more nibbling on her earlobe, biting and chewing it. She kicked out automatically with her smooth, columnar legs, doing her best to dislodge the man's tongue from her ear. As she did so, her thighs parted a bit more, and Lamont sank triumphantly between the white towers, forcing them to splay themselves all the more widely while her legs kicked and his soddenly oil-covered, rock-solid phallus continued throbbing intensely against the incomparably soft flesh of her round and trembling buttocks. She was incapable of doing anything else because his knees continued to sadistically force her thighs apart.
The battle was over. As always, it ended with Sharon losing, though sometimes she wondered if she really was losing. Her mind was dazed and whirling, and all that was left to her was humiliation for the moment.
She lay back on the bed in abject surrender, and that was when the man on top of her suddenly lifted himself off. Now she was more confused than ever. Before she was able to understand just what it was he wanted, he had flipped her over onto her belly, forcing her thighs apart, and pressing them apart with his knees as she realized he was right behind her. She was sideways on the bed, and as a result stared down at the floor as her head hung over. Behind her, Sharon heard the whispering chuckle of victory coming from this vile man.
Lamont pressed his penis against the asscheeks of the lovely blonde doctor, and he began a slow, grinding motion against the pillowy cheeks of her ass. The weight of his penis seemed far greater to her than anything she had ever previously felt. The massive rubbery head traced a sticky path up and down the wispy length of the slippery, lubrication-soaked cheeks of her ass, dipping down now and again to rub against the full pout of her tantalizing labia.
Sharon gasped and crammed a knuckled fist into her mouth to keep herself from crying out. Her body was beginning to burn, and her mind was chastising herself for having such feelings. It was one thing to enjoy sex when he had been gentle, but she had to learn to fight the pleasure when he had to initially force her.
The man continued grinding his cock against her straining outer labia, in no hurry to move it between her inner pussy lips. He enjoyed looking at the tormented expression on the beautiful blonde's lovely face as she turned her head to the side. He was teasing her helpless body, bringing out her inner feelings, and he knew this woman would not be able to withstand this delightful torment much longer She was an excessively proud woman who had no right to pride, beyond the fact that she had accomplished a place in the medical society that other people would have needed ten more years to do. But when it came to merely being a human being, Sharon Seeley still had a long way to go. Nevertheless, she was flesh and blood, and from his previous experiences with her, he knew she was more capable than most of attaining strong feelings and emotions. She had already proven her capacity to climax, and each time she had done so it had been more intense than the previous time.
Whether a wastrel or a millionaire, Lamont had known more than his share of different women. He had felt all kinds of feminine orgasms around his cock and his tongue, but none of them came with the vibrant power of this one. He was more fascinated by her than ever before. Yes, he still loved her, but it was still too early for him to admit as much. If she knew he loved her, she would use it as a weapon against him for the rest of their lives. By now he was convinced their fates were inexorably intertwined. All that remained was to make sure she understood that she was not the dominant partner. Once she accepted him completely as her lover and her master, he would be able to reveal his feeling to her.
Ever since fucking her that first evening, having her sit in his lap, watching her eventually bounce up and down of her own free will, Lamont had known no other woman would ever satisfy him as totally as Sharon Seeley. Every little part of her was tantalizing. He had found her mouth as delightful as her cunt, and soon he would be applying his cock to her asshole, though not today. For the moment he was content to ram into her vagina again. He wanted this lovely blonde so totally addicted to his pulsing cock that when the time came for him to use her asshole, she would offer no resistance. She was still able to control herself as long as she clung to the belief that she was being forced to do this. All he had to do was make sure she had a towering climax every time he fucked her, and eventually she would become so addicted to his cock, her sense of values would do a complete about face. What was more, if she did go off with some other men without his knowing about it, she would quickly come to realize that their cocks weren't quite the same as his. In spite of the old saying about all penises being alike, Lamont knew differently, just as he knew all cunts were different. One day, she would understand that the most important thing in her entire life was his cock, and the body attached to that cock.
It was inconceivable that people as nice as the Seeley's were able to produce such a cold-blooded creature as Sharon. Her parents had always been worried about her because of the way her mind had so rapidly advanced. She had stopped associating with children her own age from the age of five, moving into higher and higher age groups as she continued advancing in school. Well he had plumbed her fiery vaginal depths once, and he had discovered the smoldering core within her as sensation, hidden for so long, finally came boiling the surface.
His cock in her cunt had set her off, and his cock in her mouth had all but made her explode. Then he had tongued her pussy and really had her climbing the walls. Now he was going to probe her pussy once again with his magic wand, and in spite of how worn out she was, he knew her next orgasm would be even more powerful than the previous ones. She was climax-oriented, each one stronger than the previous one. Fortunately she had a strong heart. It wouldn't be much longer now before she was actually begging him to fuck her and bring her satisfaction she so desperately would need.
Sharon was panting heavily. The air she was pulling into her lungs didn't seem to be enough, and she felt as if she were suffocating. His weight on her back as he lay on top of her, forcing her breasts to flatten against the mattress made her twitch. The hotly massaging length of his penis between her thighs was so sensual in spite of the fact that he had not started penetrating her. She felt as if it was actually burning off outer layers of her skin. The strong muscles in the man's thighs and legs rubbed against the tender backs of her own lower limbs, and the movement felt decidedly erotic. The dark-haired man's lust-swollen staff continued moving more and more tantalizingly against her quivering body, probing like a boa constrictor, the tip feeling like a forked tongue of the giant snake that enjoyed playing with its helpless quarry until the victim, so tortured and agonized, no longer resisted, but merely waited to be devoured.
Her body was coming back to life with a vengeance. Even though her inner mind continued to fight the constantly probing sensations caused by the tormenting penis making her body want to surrender to it, she was determined not to let him win.
Her fists pounded into the mattress again and again, and she even chewed on the edge of it to keep herself from making groans and gasps. The sighs in her throat remained stuck there until they were swallowed back into her belly.
Her rotating hips were the first to betray what was happening behind the resistance of her conscious mind. They started moving in tiny circles, barely imperceptible at the start, but there, nevertheless. At that moment her only reality was the burning flame that agonizingly burned in the depths of her belly as rapture continued building within her. The fires of lasciviousness continued licking between her parted thighs, making her imagine his tongue was back there. Sharon knew the only way to put the fire out at this moment was with this man's fire hose.
Lamont smiled to himself, knowing he had won again. The lovely blonde female doctor was going to be his for the fucking.
Sharon's soft thighs, which had been defensively pressed against the man's hips, slowly but surely began spreading even more widely apart until they fell loosely away. Her toes were tightly curled against the bottoms of her feet, and her arms reached down and gripped the metal under frame of the bed as she moaned a low, soft whimper that might have passed for the sound of a cooling breeze made on a warm evening. Once again she was hopelessly caught.
Her head twisted around, and Lamont knew she was seeking the solace of a kiss. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, and her mouth opened to accept the length of his piercing tongue. Softly whimpering sounds escaped into the night. She continued rotating her lovely buttocks all the more solidly against his rock-hard cock, twitching her cuntlips in an attempt to suck the head right into her.
Lamont merely lay there on her back for the moment, savoring his triumph, enjoying the feeling of her cunt trying to reach out and nip at his cock. God! She really was some special kind of woman. Now all he had to do was fuck some common sense into her, and everything would be straightened out. But she had taken twenty years to grow up as she had. How long would it take to fuck her into understanding what it was to be a human being.
Sharon was starting to realize that no matter how tired she was, Lamont wasn't doing something she didn't want done. On the contrary, he was making her feel overwhelmingly good, and now that she was realizing it, she continued responding in such a way as to let him know she wanted more.
Do it to me, Lamont, she thought. Come on, do it to me!
Sharon was excited beyond all reason now. She wanted to lift herself up on her knees to make her cunt more accessible to him, but his weight prevented that. In fact, the tip of his penis was already sniffing out the tiny little hole between the pink lips, automatically guiding itself as if drawn by a magnet.
A grin of total triumph split the man's face as he hovered over her. It was all he was able to do to keep from shoving the hard length straight into her, skewering this squirming, bitchy little cunt. Somehow he restrained himself.
Sharon had been so adamant in denying him, now that her body once again craved a good phallic probe, he intended teaching her a lesson. She had to be taught, once and for all, that her cunt was meant for fucking, and the one cock meant to continually breach her was the one attached to his own body. He accepted her nastiness as part of her prudishness. That damned arrogance of hers was something that had to be torn down once and for all, and tear it down he would When he finally did fuck her, he'd cram into her with such strength, she'd walk around that damned hospital bow legged for a week.
"I'm telling you, Sharon," he hissed in her ear. "the next time you're going to come begging to me before I dip the old wick. So you'd better really enjoy this one, honey, because this is going to be the last time I fuck you without you asking for it."
"Wh-what about my living here?" she asked.
"You go on living here until one of us gets tired of the other, honey," he replied. "So stop worrying about being thrown out on your keester for now. Besides, who knows, you just might find that after a while, you will come begging to me."
He felt her sparse, almost non-existent, softly curling pubic hairs tickling the tip of his penis. The outer lips parted like flexible doors as he pushed his solidly throbbing cock forward, pressing it into the wet heat of her inner vaginal lips. The feeling was overwhelming, and now that he'd begun, he knew there would be no way for him to stop himself. Without any kind of self-control, he flicked his hips forward again.
Sharon felt her erotically pulsing inner cuntlips slowly beginning to separate as his penile head continued pressing inward. The elastic rim of her vulva resisted for less than a fraction of a second, so anxious was her inner feminine mouth to devour the thick length of his massive cock. Her cunt finally surrendered completely to the overpowering pressure, and Sharon gasped. There was the discomfort of having her narrow walls stretched once again, but the pain wasn't the excruciating agony she had undergone during defloration. Little by little her inner walls began adjusting to his thickness, and the discomfort began to hurriedly fade. Sharon sank her teeth into the edge of the mattress once more to keep herself from shouting out how much she was enjoying what she felt. She choked down a rasping cry, swallowing it, then panting for much-needed air.
Lamont felt rather than heard her gasps. He decided he liked that, he liked it one helluva lot.
Lamont rammed forward again, feeling another inward shudder. God! If she hadn't been such a bitch cunt, he would have stroked the entire length into her with a single thrust, thrilling her entire inner tubule all at once. He continued inching it more deeply into her, and then he was aware of pressure on his corona as her walls sucked the penis deeper.
Sharon shuddered, not even trying to fight off the thrilling feeling pervading her body. To do so would have been a hopeless battle, anyway. He had her, and he knew it. What was more, she knew it. She needed his damned penis, really needed it now that he'd built the pressure of lust so high inside her. But at the same time she resolved she would never, but never, come begging to him for more of this.
The hard cock was halfway into her, now, sinking deeper, moving slowly, being sucked into her as if no longer under his control. Lying on top of her, with neither of them using their knees for leverage, it was difficult for Lamont to pump. Still, he would do what he was able. So he flexed his hips and crammed his cock forward with every last little bit of strength that was in him. He sank his thickly solid penis all the way to the balls in her cringingly narrow vagina.
The man was aware of his weighty, sperm-bloated testicles slapping lightly against the woman's pouting pussy lips. He pressed harder, and the scrotum began massaging her clitoris. Sharon responded automatically, hurling her buttocks back against his thighs, then tugging her cunt forward to create some much-needed friction. She was slowly becoming accustomed to his breadth, and her womanly chalice surrounded his organ with a loving tenderness she, herself, was determined never to offer this man.
Lamont didn't know what was going on in her mind, but he did feel her physical responses, and as a result was more than overjoyed. With each beat of his heart his swollen penile tip moved in her vagina, either back or forth, and on each forward thrust it sank a little deeper into her agonizingly stretched vagina.
The man's forearms pinned her lovely shoulders to the mattress, his widespread knees holding her thighs wide apart. Once more, Sharon thought of his cock as a sharp-edged sword that had been inserted inside her with the intent of stabbing straight up until it punctured her heart. Only this time she was eagerly looking forward to being deeply penetrated.
The gigantically pulsing penis continued probing its long stiffness ever deeper into the narrowly tight feminine enclave. He rammed it forward again and again, and Sharon grunted, her fist once again knuckling into her mouth to keep herself from screaming with joy. Lord! The monstrous organ was so broad, so thick, it felt as if it was pushing past her heart right into her throat. He was all the way in now, doing his best to continually pound his cock in and out of her shuddering body. Each time he slammed forward, her body moved forward the merest fraction of an inch, and she thought that very shortly her shoulders would be dangling down the side of the bed along with her head.
The confident millionaire watched the lust filled woman doctor lying beneath him, staring at her with a lascivious smile splitting his handsome face. He noted Sharon's features, what he was able to see of them, were lined and twisted, contorting a bit more each time he jabbed his monument-sized log of meaty muscle into her. Her lovely mouth hung open as she gasped for air, her lips curling back from her glistening white teeth as the sound of her breathing seemed like a plea for him to continue. Her arms were hanging down now, and in order to keep herself from being shoved any lower with each of his hard thrusts, she placed her palms flat on the floor in order to slam her cunt back each time he levered his cock forward. The blunted tip pushed to the deepest part of her inner womanly self, pressing against the back wall of her tender vagina like a heavy stone.
Tingling thrills continued shooting through Sharon's quivering vagina as she felt the painful penis thrust its way deeper and deeper into her narrowness. The blonde female doctor shuddered violently, feeling the thrill of total pleasure slowly but surely overtaking all of her. Perhaps the only thing about all this that she disliked was this totally humiliating position in which he held her. She hated the idea of her buttocks being so openly exposed to him. It was so degrading.
Pressing his own hands into the bed's mattress, Lamont lifted himself up and stared down to see his thatch of black pubic hair scrubbing against her perineum. The base of his thick, fleshy want was buried all the way inside her pinkly throbbing womanly trough. He saw the widened lips of her vagina tightly stretched to where he truly felt her flesh might tear. Her inner pink lips were like a tight rubber band gripping the tanned flesh of his penile base.
At one point he crammed his cock all the way into Sharon and held it in there for a moment, savoring the enjoyable sight of this proud and haughty bitch, now totally and completely impaled once again so helplessly beneath him. His pulsating organ continued its virile nosing ever deeper into the shuddering vale of her vaginal mortar.
God! He wished he had hidden videotape cameras taking pictures of all this. It would certainly be something to watch himself fucking Sharon Seeley, who was lying flat on her belly. Jesus! He was going to fuck her cunt like there would be no tomorrow. He'd make sure she never forgot his cock, no matter what happened in the future.
Sharon squirmed and twisted helplessly beneath the fucking man. She felt the moving penis continued to push in and out of her, and with each thrust the pleasure continued to enhance. Pulsing thrills built ever higher in her trammeling tunnel, but the force with which he was thrusting into her made her feel as if he also believed his cock to be a sword. Was he trying to slice through her inner tissues and membranes?
She flexed her vaginal muscles in an attempt to grip his cock and hold it firmly in place, but the pulsations of her internal muscles seemed to fill him with new energy, arousing him all the more, and the heavy penis once again crammed its way far into her tightly shuddering womanly depths. Her inner causeway clamped down, but it was all in vain. No matter how tightly she clung to the penis, it constantly moved within her, a broadsword sliding through a custom-made scabbard. She felt every ridge of flesh and muscle as her nerve-endings transmitted its monstrous shape in the minutest detail to her whirling brain.
As far as Sharon was concerned, the penis was an entity unto itself and no longer an extension of the man she hated. The hard, rubbery tip continued sliding past her cervical opening as the rigidly hard length kept on massaging her walls. The tickling hairs of his testicles rubbed against the ultra-sensitivity of her inner lips, the weighty scrotum banging against her clitoris again and again. The cock seemed to be a part of her now, and no longer a foreign object which had effected an entry. She had become one with it, and in spite of her hate for the man to whom it belonged, she trembled with desire in the hope of experiencing more of it. Her nostrils were widely flared, and she inhaled the odor of their bodies mingling together, even if in this unorthodox position. His hard thrusts were delightful plunges, and the wonderful mounting taking place in her was, to her mind, indescribable. The pulsating organ stabbed deeper and deeper, ramming into her inner self. The contractions of her vaginal muscles was not caused by her desire to continue vaginally gripping the man's driving phallus.
Lamont felt the powerfully pulsating inner pressure now being strongly exerted by her squeezing cuntal walls as they tightly surrounded his powerful penis. He enjoyed the pressures Sharon's cunt was exerting, letting him know what a truly responsive woman she was, and how capable she was of being a completely sexual person if she allowed herself to let go. Whether she liked it or not, little by little she was coming around to his way of thinking. Soon he expected to conquer her completely, and she would indeed beg him to fuck her. Hovering for the moment almost motionlessly above her lovely and desirable nakedness, he waited patiently as he stared at her widespread torso, silently wanting the lovely woman to once again accustom herself to the thickness of his probing prick. The head pulsed burningly in the depths of her craving belly. He inhaled, exhaled, then crammed his throbbing cock a little bit deeper, as if such a thing were possible. At the same time he flexed the head, sending blood surging through it and making the rubbery cap expand inside her, and Sharon found herself quivering with the need for it.
"Hhhhhggguuuuunnnnggghhhh!" Sharon gasped aloud, whimpering through tightly clenched teeth, teetering on the fine line between pleasure and discomfort as the former continued rapidly mounting inside her while the latter had all but faded away completely.
Lamont waited a moment, then flexed his penile head again, staring at the way the lovely blonde head bobbed up and down with thrilled arousal. Sharon was panting heavily, her nostrils flared wide, both opening and closing in unison, keeping time to the rhythmic beat of his twitching cock. Soft, mewling sounds of pleasurable delight came from her mouth, now hanging open with her tongue falling out. The gasps within her matched the cadence of his expanding and contracting penis.
"Gggggh hhhhuu uunnnnn gggghh hh ... hhhh-aaaa nnnn-h h hh ... aaaaawww wwaaauuu nnnn-nnggghhh ... ooonnnhh hhhh ..." she gasped again, the air forced from her lungs.
Now the handsome dark-haired captor of the lovely blonde woman became aware of the vaginal reply she was making to his anxious penile pulsations. She responded with deep vaginal throbs, the pressure starting at the head of his hard cock as her wetly clinging pussy began a gentle opening and closing around the entire length of his solidly shuddering masculine shaft, causing tingles to radiate through him.
Lamont lay on top of the beautiful blonde female doctor, at the moment not daring to move. He continued his slow, tantalizing rhythmic flexings into the helplessly impaled cunt beneath him. It took all his willpower to contain himself as her thrilled sighs of pleasure managed to reach his ears. Her head hung straight down as her hips began a slow rolling, moving involuntarily under the pressure of his solidly impaling rod. The man tightly gritted his teeth that much more firmly together as he felt the walls of her simmering cunt gripping with the fierceness of saber-toothed fangs. As a result the hot cock continued rotating and screwing itself that much farther into her throbbing cunt, the two pelvises moving closer and closer. Actually, his pelvis was moving closer to her asscheeks, and his balls were moving closer to her clitoris and pelvis.
"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh!" Sharon gasped aloud, expelling her breath as the heatedly buried phallus expanded that much more, stretching the narrow walls of her seething pussy that much more.
The handsome millionaire flexed again, this time beginning a regular rhythmic beat, pulsatingly teasing her internal female tunnel. He watched her lovely blonde head lift for a moment, then it fell again as her nostrils widened in time to the way his solid penis continued flexing inside her. Soft, sibilant pleasures of whispering thrills slid from her quivering body. The sighs continued oozing from her in time to his gentle flexings. :
Lamont was aware of her inner urgency as her body constantly responded with squeezing pulsations around the entire length of his in-thrust penile probe. Now it was time for him to get that cock of his moving and really pour on the speed. She was close to her orgasm now, and by the time he popped his load, he expected she would already be over the rainbow.
Sharon felt her helpless body coming to life as never before. She managed to wriggle further back onto the bed, and Lamont, seeing her need for some leverage, also pulled back the littlest bit while keeping his prong pushed pulsatingly into her vaginal tunnel. There was not the slightest bit of discomfort left in Sharon. All she felt was the continuing sizzle of electric current building somewhere in the raw depths of her shuddering womb, seeping relentlessly through the raw nerve-endings of her quivering body. The wild sensations continued rippling through her heatedly throbbing tummy, and massive spurts of outpouring lubricity continued spouting out from around the plug of his plunging cock. A flaring of brush fire proportions splashed through her tan thighs, charging up the entire length of her widely splayed legs, circling around inside her curled up toes, making her kick her shins against the edge of the mattress. More of the flaming sensation continued working its way through her, causing her compressed belly to tightly contract as her rib cage expanded. The feeling surged through her elongated nipples as they rubbed against the sheet beneath her, enhancing the sensation that much more.
Sharon was wantonly rotating her hips and loins all the more swiftly now, shaking them from side to side around the constantly impaling shaft of solid rock-like flesh. Her wet vagina shuddered very strongly, dilating in time to the penis's constant plunging rhythm. The pulsations made her feel the organ surge all the more strongly through her quivering self, constantly building ever-mounting feelings of want and desire. She wondered if there was a pulse lodged in the head of his penis as it continued beating against the tightly enclosed walls of her vagina, as if keeping pace with his heartbeat.
God! Now she really understood the meaning of the word oneness. She, and this man fucking into her, were one. They were a single mass of fleshy sensation magically merged by salacious desire. He had more than merely injected a part of himself into her. He had made himself one with her, an extension of herself.
Lamont was barely able to contain his passion as he felt the roundness of her shuddering asscheeks starting to thrust against the flat hardness of his muscular belly. Her hot pussy was sucking his weighty cock that much more deeply into her. The consistently contracting muscles inside her narrowly squeezing pussy were like countless gnawing mice, hungrily nibbling away at the ultra-sensitive shaft of his swollen cock. Her dilating vaginal lips pulled tantalizingly away, sliding wetly down his shaft toward the head for several inches, and then they literally squeezed and compressed their way right back up all over again. Little by little her crushing vaginal orifice once more engulfed the length and breadth of his shuddering penis until her labia was pulling at his pelvic short hairs. Her own pubic curls were so sparse and so fragilely thin, it was impossible for the pubic hairs to become enmeshed. The massively swollen length of his penile intruder was solidly locked in the squeezing depths of her crushing cunt.
Sharon lay there with her mouth hanging open, unable to believe how much she had come to depend on this powering cock. Salvia fell from her wide-open mouth, dribbling onto the bed sheets below, and she knew now that Lamont had turned her into a total sexual animal. Even so, sex was only part of the story. The more he fucked her, the more she realized how much she did love the man. For all his brutality, for all his overpowering control of her, she adored him. In fact, it was that captivation of her body that made her realize just how much he meant to her. When he had been gentle and considerate on their dates, she had mistaken it all for weakness. There was nothing weak about Lamont Dennison. He was all man. He had proved that even when overpowering, he was capable of gentleness. What was more, in spite of the rough way he continually manhandled her, she somehow felt his desire for her was definitely more than something physical. The simple fact of the matter was, she loved him, and she knew now that he loved her. This then, was why his thick cock felt so good inside her.
Lamont remained immobile, keeping his weight on his hands and the toes of his feet, barely lifting himself off Sharon. He left her just enough room to pump her ass up and down around his solidly driving piston, enjoying the way her heated pussy constantly sucked his phallic explorer inside.
Looking down, Lamont stared at his wetly gleaming penis each time she let her body fall to the mattress, feeling the thrill of her thin ridges of pink, vaginal walls pulling gently out each time her pelvis pressed itself into the mattress. Her movement was to short, and it was obvious her body was begging for more leverage, so Lamont slowly pushed his own knees under him, at the same time lifting her by the waist so she was able to press her own knees into the mattress.
Now, propped up as she was, with her ass slammed solidly against the man's belly and pelvis, she really began working wildly away. He allowed her to strain her hot cunt against him for awhile, watching how wildly and abandonedly she performed. Her mouth remained wide open, her tongue still lolling out. Each motion was faster than the one preceding it, the strong tempo of her continual thrusts against him becoming more and more urgent. Her teeth bit into and chewed on her lower lip as she continually emitted soft, whispering, barely audible sighs, letting him know she was a long way away from the woman he had first fucked that night in her apartment. She loved him, of that there was no longer any doubt. But he knew in order to keep her love, he would have to assert himself as her lord and master at all times, for deep down, Sharon ached to be dominated. She had come from family where her mother had been the force, and the one thing she didn't want was a man like her father, who knuckled under to everything her mother wanted. He might have been a moneymaker in his time - until his investments had turned sour - but as a family man he was, in Sharon's eyes, a weakling. Much as she loved him, she didn't want another man like him. She wanted to marry a man on whom she'd be able to depend. Only now did she realize the truth. Only now did it come to her that she wanted to be dominated.
Her climax was near. The handsome man fucking her sensed it. He also felt her straining to attain her peak in such a way that it would be that much more overpowering than before. The burning oils of her inflamed cunt were flowing even more heavily now, wetting his balls, and the movement of his cock as it thrust in and out of her pussy was a series of loud sucking sounds.
Sharon felt the thrilling orgasm beginning to well up inside her as she continued pumping her ass back and forth. Her vaginal walls alternately rippled and smoothed themselves out as they glided along the length of his heatedly driving masculine poker. As she moved like a valve against a piston - perhaps the only valve in history to do the moving while the piston remained still- she was aware of how totally lusting and desirous she had become to remain with this man. She ached for physical release, but just as much wanted to feel his release inside her, as well. When thinking she had sunk to the lowest depths to which any human was capable of sinking, she had, in reality, climbed to the highest summit of love. Though the physical was a very definite part of her life, knowing how much she loved this man made his fucking of her seem all the more correct and moral. The mere fact that it was Lamont inside her made all this right. She needed him, needed to be fucked constantly by him, or at least as often as he was capable, taking into consideration some prolonged period of celibacy when he was working on his book. Certainly sex without love would mean nothing - or would it? Perhaps she ought to find out, at least once.
Her lovely asscheeks continued slamming back wildly as the man's strong thighs kept on rubbing her lovely skin. Even the animal smell of this man was exceptional. She had smelled this same scent in other men at the hospital, though not nearly this strongly, and the fact that his particular odor invaded her nostrils was what made all this even more thrilling. Sharon felt her orgasm climbing higher and higher within her, and it finally hit.
Wet lubrication, so churned in her cunt that it had turned frothy and began seeping out of her, washing all over the man's throbbing penis and thighs, drenching his pelvis. The sensation was complete and unparalleled. It was ten times more powerful than her previous big orgasm, and she knew her next climax with Lamont would be even more powerful. Her head began bobbing up and down, and reaching out with her left hand, she grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and clung to it for dear life.
Now it was Lamont's turn to go berserk. He rammed forward with all his strength into her lovely tanned body, moving faster and faster, shortening his strokes as he speeded up the movement of his ass that much more. Her orgasmic oils made it that much easier for him to plunge into her, and he fitted every last swollen micro-millimeter into the sucking sheath of her womanly tunnel.
"YYYYYYA AAAAAR RRRRGG GGGUUU UUU-NNN NNNGGG HHHAAA UUUUUW WWW AAA RRRGGG HHHHAA AAANNN NNGGGG JJJUUU IIIRRR GGGGGG HHHHHA AAANNN NNGGGG HHHHHH!" he bellowed, then threw his weight totally on Sharon, making her knees collapse under her as he began spurting his sperm into her narrow core.
His lips pressed into her shoulder from the rear, but he didn't bit down. His teeth did scrape her shoulder, but he had just enough control to keep himself from breaking her skin. Sharon wouldn't have felt it if he did bite her, because she was thrilling to the continual splashes of his sperm, inside. She had found the heaven she had been seeking. Somehow she had to make him understand that.
CHAPTER TEN
Without saying anything, Sharon had slowly begun to convey to Lamont that she was reciprocating his feeling for her. She seemed more careful about what she bought for herself, and when he was busy with his research, she managed to take care of the household bills, since he had given her a checking account of her own, as well.
As a result, though her efficiency as a doctor remained high, her attitudes toward her patients improved immeasurably, until she realized they actually liked her, and weren't merely tolerating her because she was able to treat them. But two particular patients mistook her smiling attitude for one of a woman trying to hint she was interested in something physical other than making them well. Arthur Fisler had always fancied himself a ladies' man, though it was his money that had bought and paid for women, and not his personality. The man was five-feet-ten-inches in height, with a face that reminded one of the puppet, Howdy Doody, but with glasses. Fisler was a real estate salesman, and a crooked one, at that. Though he would have been able to make millions in legitimate dealings, there was something in him that made him unhappy unless he cheated people. As a result, multitudes of lawsuits had been filed against him, but one irate client had gone after him with a shotgun, and had blasted her lower legs with rock salt.
For the first two weeks in the hospital, Fisler had been unable to move following the operation that had removed all the rock salt from his legs. But now he was walking, and quite well, and as far as he was concerned, the lovely blonde resident who visited him every day in order to collect another twenty-five dollars was a prime target for fucking. What was more, he intended fucking her.
But Fisler knew better than to try it by himself. He always tried conning some other man into a deal along with him so that if there was to be blame thrown at any one, it would be thrown at the hapless sucker he had chosen to join him.
In this case, the sucker was Alfred Romeo, with the accent on the E in his last name. He claimed his father had been a distant relative of the Romeo's who had started the Alfa Romeo auto company, and in every generation there had to be an Alfred. In his father's generation it had been the older man's brother. But since his son had been born before his brother's son, the Alfred had gone to the man who occupied the other bed in the semi-private room with Arthur Fisler.
Alfred was neither tall or short, with thinning dark hair. He was a bank executive, and a bachelor. As a result, he went out of his way to look for interesting single women. This when Fisler told him about how Sharon was making eyes at the both of them, but for the sake of propriety she was going to try and fight them if they fucked her, Alfred was very interested. Fisler convinced him that the best thing was for the two of them to fuck Sharon, jointly. Alfred, only too willing to accept any woman's hole in which to bury his cock, fell in with Fisler's plan. If a woman wanted to get laid, but wanted to make it appear her virtue was still intact, he would play along.
So it was, when Sharon entered their hospital room that particular Friday, and she walked over to check on Fisler, Romeo quietly closed the door, and then pulled his hospital bed against it to keep out unwanted intruders.
Sharon, hearing the noise, turned and looked at him, and snapped, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
Sharon stood there, stunned, unable to believe what she had just heard. She knew all she had to do was grab one of the hand buttons and press it, and some nurse or other would come to find out what was up when she saw the outside light on. But she noticed both Fisler and Romeo had removed the plugs from the buttons.
"Playtime's over, fellas," she said to them. "Open up and let me out!"
"The hell we will," Fisler laughed, and suddenly he was out of bed, grabbing Sharon, hurling her to the bed, and holding her down as she struggled. Sharon kicked and bit, but Fisler was much stronger than she, and as a result, between him and Romeo, they had her clothes off in no time. Then Fisler told Romeo to take out his Polaroid One-Step from the nearby closet, and then began taking pictures of Sharon's naked body.
"Now," Fisler said, as Romeo stacked the pictures at the other end of the room at the top of his own closet where she, being so tiny was unable to reach them, "either you fuck for us, or we show these pictures of you all over the hospital and tell everyone how you willingly posed for them."
"You can't do that," Sharon insisted. "I'd be fired on the spot."
"That's right, lady," Fisler nodded. "All we want is one solid fuck, then we'll give you back all the pictures. Hell we're both getting out of here tomorrow, anyway."
"No," Sharon whimpered.
"Yes," Fisler insisted, and grabbing her arms, forced her to lie flat on the bed on her belly.
She struggled, but it was in vain. He was much too strong for her. In her effort to free herself from him, Sharon pushed her knees under her body and lifted herself up. This suited Romeo just fine, because it had been agreed that he was to get the ass, while Fisler would take the cunt. So while Fisler continued struggling with Sharon, gripping her wrists with one hand, and pressing down on her head with his other hand, the blonde's tan buttocks waved at Romeo as if giving him some sort of come-on.
Romeo removed his hospital gown and kneed his way onto the bed behind Sharon. He peered intensely at the puckered little brown opening that was the female doctor's anal entry. Leaning forward, he even sniffed, and was surprised at how clean she was back there.
The banker was glad Fisler had thought of this plan. God! It had been a while since he had fucked anything, much less an asshole. Right now he ached for his thickly swollen cock to penetrate the narrow little opening. He figured he was so good, that even in her ass, he would bring her all kinds of satisfaction, while at the same time enjoying her lovely young body.
He gripped her tan asscheeks with his hands and slowly began pulling them apart, making Sharon gasp. She tried to flatten out on the bed, but Romeo grabbed the belt sash from Fisler's bathrobe, which was hanging nearby, and tied the sash around her knee-backs, and then over her back, forcing her to remain kneeling.
No longer wanting to wait, he spit on the head of his penis, then pressed it to the brown bud of Sharon's rectum. When the blonde realized what Romeo had in mind, she struggled all the harder, wanting to scream. But when she opened her mouth, Fisler took his hand from her head and jammed a pillowcase into her mouth. He had taken it off his pillow in anticipation of this before Sharon had walked into the room. Then he used a second pillowcase to tie it in place. Having been a boy scout, he was very adept at knotting it with one hand, while he held Sharon's wrists together, down in front of her.
Grunting with pleasure, Romeo pressed his penis all the more firmly against the pucker of her anus. Slowly, carefully, almost tenderly, he forced-fed the head of it into the narrow, virginal asshole. Little by little he began widening the anal opening, pushing in a little at a time, feeling her sphincter slowly beginning to yield. God! She had one tight asshole, this one. The harder she squeezed, the more determined he was to push the last inch of his cock into her rectum. Fortunately for Sharon, Romeo's cock was considerably thinner than that of Lamont Dennison. It was also slightly shorter.
Fisler, on the other hand, dropping his pajama shorts, revealed he had a formidable cock. If not quite the length and width of Lamont's it was still more than large enough.
The hard cock pushing into her rectum began moving circularly, as if intent of widening her even more. As a result, Romeo's cock seemed to thicken a bit more as lust filled him, and he shoved harder.
"Wwwwwwaaa auuuurrrrg ggghhh!" Sharon gagged, her mind crying out with pain because all this hurt. She felt no love for either of these two men, and as a result, discovered she was getting no pleasure from what they were doing to her.
But her gagging cries and sphincteral resistance were not nearly enough to make Alfred Romeo relinquish the pleasurable sensations his invading cock felt from the delightful tightness of her crushing anal opening, as well as the softness of her surrounding asscheeks.
"Ooooonnnnngggghhhhmmmmffff!" he grunted, and with a single final thrust, managed to slam the full length of his slender wand into her rectal passageway. "Hhhhhhaaaannnggghhh!"
The warmth of her rounded buttocks against his masculine thighs, plus the heated dry flesh of her resilient rectum surrounding his throbbing, pulsating pole, added to the sight of the rectal narrowness widened by his immense thickness as it stretched to engulf the thickness filled the ass-fucking Romeo with a sense of delight he hadn't had in one helluva long time. Christ! This was the kind of fucking he ought to do more often. It felt good, really good!
Sharon remained kneeling on the bed, tied into that position, her gagged face pressing into the mattress, well aware of the weightiness of the cock lodged inside her. It had hurt at first, hurt a lot, but the gag around her mouth kept her from yelling, and all she'd do would succeed in making herself hoarse while unable to effectively get off a scream. Unless an intern, a nurse of another doctor walked into the room, she was doomed to complete this horrible sodomizing. At the moment, she felt as if she was on the verge of being ripped wide open.
She felt Romeo's cock pull back, then slowly push forward, then ease back, then forward again, as if he were in her cunt. Little by little her rectum was accustoming itself to what she was feeling, and the pain was fading. Her smooth, tightly clutching anal container was starting to accept the penis. Though she, herself, felt no joy at the prospect of all this, she had to admit certain physical sensations were superb. Not that they matched anything she'd felt with Lamont, but her body, in order to prevent her mind from snapping, was accepting any and all physical pleasure it was capable of getting. So as the cock mesmerically fucked into her ass, she acclimated herself to it and accepted whatever physical pleasure it was able to impart, though she was well aware there was no emotional feeling.
At this point Sharon was only too well aware of the physical thrills building in her body. After all, her physical self knew nothing about love, and as a result, her body wanted to enjoy anything sexual, even this distorted, perverted kind of sex. The hot, hard head of the cock slid to the bottom of her rectum, not quite entering her colon as the man ground the base of his cock against the sucking anal pout between her tantalizingly round asscheeks.
Aware there was no point in resisting, knowing the only way to hasten the end of this was to make them both come, and then hope they would give her those pictures, Sharon slammed her ass solidly back against Romeo's front, feeling his cock rotate within her, as if trying to grind its way even more deeply into her. Her posterior felt alive with tingling thrills, even if her body felt no emotional love for either of these men. It made her wonder how she would feel when Lamont finally back-doored her. Oddly enough, in spite of the fact that Lamont's cock was longer and thicker than the one tucked inside her right now, Sharon knew she would have loved to feel it there.
Lamont had opened up and entire new universe to her, letting her know the ultimate sensation of love. These monsters were giving her pure physical feeling, but no love. Still, they were showing her yet another way her body might be used.
Deeper! she thought, unable to say it aloud because she was gagged. Shove it in deeper, you short-cocked jerk! I can take more inside!
"Hey man," Fisler snapped, still holding Sharon's wrists. "I can't just stand by and watch all this. We agreed I get in on the action, too. Jesus!"
"So who's stopping you?" Romeo wanted to know.
He looked down at Sharon and saw the shining glow in her eyes. In spite of her being raped she was enjoying it. But then, he had been pretty certain she would. God! Like all women, she was just another hypocritical bitch. He liked the way she was kneeling, sort of in obeisance to the two cocks in the room while one of them continued nailing itself in and out of her shuddering anal clutch. His eyes, behind their glasses, bulged at the wanton spectacle, aware the two of them had become so involved in what they were doing, Sharon would offer no more resistance. He let go of her hands, and noted all she did was clutch the edge of the mattress to keep herself from being pushed forward.
"God! You have such a wonderfully tight asshole, doctor," Romeo gasped at her. "Jesus! I'll bet it's never been fucked before. Bet you'll want it this way from now on!"
The man continued his hard-driving thrusts, slamming his pulsating penile protruder all the more solidly into the wonderfully resisting rear tunnel of the lovely young lady before him. Sweat had broken out all over him, and Sharon's body glistened with a sheet of perspiration, as well.
"Uuuuurrrrr mmmmmmpp hhhhhhhh wwww-wwww uuuuuuuu uuurrrrrpp hhhhhhhh!" Sharon's gagged voice gasped in a muffled way, her sighs and her groans a mixture of growing physical delight, even if she didn't love either of these men. She knew she was on her way to an orgasm, and though it would be a satisfactory one, it wouldn't be nearly as monumental as the smallest one she'd had with Lamont. Her face was a lined, contorted mask as she rammed her ass-cheeks back against Romeo's bucking loins.
As far as Arthur Fisler was concerned, the time had come to sandwich the beautiful doctor. The two of them were precariously balanced on the bed as it was. One good shove would tumble them onto the floor, and the woman's asshole was so tight, it would keep Romeo's cock locked inside. Tipped the right way, they would fall on their backs, with Romeo hitting the floor first, and Sharon falling on top of him. Hell! That cock of Romeo's wasn't coming out until it shot its load. With Sharon lying on top of him, her hot cunt would be open and available to him, and when he fucked his own cock into it, her cunt would be all the tighter because of the pressure of Romeo's schlong in her ass.
Yes, this was the time to make his dream come true. He was certain a woman like this had never had two cocks invading her body at the same time in her entire life. A good freaky sandwiching was just what the doctor ordered - in this case, Dr. Fisler.
Removing his pajamas, Fisler let everything lie in the middle of the floor. His throbbing masculine cock jutted straight out in front of him, beneath his somewhat flabby belly. He took a few steps back to the bed where Sharon and Romeo were still performing their delightful sodomy, once again standing in front of Sharon's head. He gripped Sharon's long blonde hair, yanked her head up, and forced her to stare at his cock. The gagged woman gazed at the hard, red penis, snorting to herself that she had seen and felt better. She noted how anxiously the cock pulsated, an it was so red, it looked as if it belonged to the devil, himself.
He literally whacked Sharon's cheeks with it a couple of times, then reached out and pushed against the side of both, Sharon and Romeo. The couple, precariously balanced as it was, toppled off the foot of the bed, onto the floor. As he had believed, Fisler saw Romeo fall on his back, and Sharon's asshole still tightly clutched his rod. Her own legs were bound in such a way that her knees were drawn up, thus offering him the plane of her cunt for deep penetration.
"You just keep pumping that dong of yours into her ass from beneath," Fisler instructed to Romeo, who though bruised from the fall, hadn't broken or sprained anything.
With that, he fell on the fucking couple, and he was pleased to note that Romeo had followed his instructions and hadn't let up for a moment. He was pounding all the more solidly into Sharon's ass with all the leverage he was able to muster from underneath.
Fisler never hesitated for a moment. He aimed his long, throbbing cock between the lady doctor's thighs, then pressed his deep-red glans into her shuddering cunt. God! She was really tight! Slowly but surely he stabbed the full length of his masculine spear all the way into the sodden cave between her nakedly widespread thighs.
"Aaaaaawwww wuuuurrr rmmmmppphh hhaa-aaww wwuuuuurr rrppphhh hh!" Sharon gagged out, but in spite of what Fisler believed, it wasn't a scream of fright or terror. This time it was a gasp of pleasure, for though she hated both men fucking her, her body felt cocks, and cocks made her physical self feel good. She almost welcomed the man's virile and stolid cock into her squeezing vaginal interior. She lay there, her knees still drawn up because of the robe sash, impaled on two stakes at the same time. She felt them fill her twin clasping orifices. A mere sliver of body tissue separated the two driving pricks, but Sharon was already able to sense them rubbing against one another.
Fisler, extremely aroused from having watched his roommate nail his throbbing flesh spike into the rear-end of the lovely blonde doctor, began slamming all the more wickedly into the tenderness of her liqueous center. Romeo, underneath, was more than happy to continue fucking the delectable female's ass, and he dug his heels into the floor and thrust straight up, driving his cock into the now even more narrow tightness of her rectum. Fisler's cock in her cunt made her ass a burning oven.
After a few moments had passed, the two men caught the rhythm of what they were doing, and they began slamming the lovely woman back and forth as if she were a sack of malleable urethane. She continually looked glassy-eyed, overwhelmed from so much fucking as the two men kept on pounding into her, repeatedly bruising her interior flesh, but in such a way that she loved it. They speeded up their fucking with the passing seconds, making her love it even more.
Sharon was in physical heaven. Granted it would have been even more enjoyable had she had her cunt and asshole surrounding Lamont's cock - obviously a physical impossibility since Lamont didn't have two cocks - however, like the old Confucian saying stated, when rape is unavoidable, one should do ones' best to enjoy it. She would fix these two before they left the hospital, and she would see to it Lamont never found out about this. She would also make sure never to visit a patients' room in the future unless she had a nurse with her. This would be the first and only time she would ever cheat on Lamont and it was not a willing cheat. It was something she, herself, was unable to avoid.
Having been fucked by Lamont, Sharon decided it was impossible for her to really enjoy any other cock as much. Even though she felt an impending dual climax, one in her cunt and one in her ass, she knew the two combined wouldn't match the power of the weakest one she had enjoyed with Lamont. This manhandling by these two had taught her at least one important thing, and that was, if she wanted to really have a happy life with Lamont, she had better put away her stubborn pride, come right out and tell him she loved him, and if, as she suspected, he still loved her, they would have a wonderful future in front of them.
The two penises continued wetting themselves down in the depths of Sharon's trembling body. The one in her hot cunt received the full benefit of her pussy's oily secretions, while the one in her rectum was soaking in the juices emitted by its own spongy tip.
Fisler saw the ragged edges of the helpless blonde's pussy drawing back each time his throbbing cock was on the outstroke, then he all but slavered with delight at the way the labia folded back in on themselves each time he powered forward, driving his masculine pylon back into the simmering sweetness of the female doctor's squeezing pussy. He was certain her asshole looked just as arousing with Romeo's cock moving in and out of the narrow vent. Christ! Considering how much weight lay on top of Romeo, he was pumping in and out with demonic fury.
"Anh! Onh! Ooonh! Hhhhhuuuunnnnnhhh!" the lovely blonde chanted though the gags were still clogging her mouth.
She chanted repeatedly in time to the wickedly wild thrusts of the twin penises stuffing and filling her two lower feminine tunnels. Their movements became more and more violent and swift, plunging rapidly into her, mashing her solidly between them as if she were some kind of rubber doll created for the express purpose of being double-fucked. The two men were also groaning, their coarse grumbling moans intermingling in a cacophony of maddening sexual abandonment.
Fisler was a man who basically hated everyone. In ravaging this cunt, he was expressing his hate, not merely for Sharon, but for all womankind. By involving Romeo with him, he was showing his disdain for mankind, as well. Rather than lift himself up to someone else's loftier level, he preferred dragging them down to his own level.
Romeo, on the other hand, was a pure sexual glutton. He loved fucking, but until this time, it had been strictly one-on-one. Thinking how great this was, he wondered how it would feel to have two women working on him at once, and he resolved, once he was out of the hospital, he would find out.
Sharon felt it. The dual climax within her was mounting that much faster and higher, now. It was building to immense proportions, and though there was a lack of emotional feeling within her, there was still a great amount of dual physical energy crackling through her. She was going to come, and if it wasn't as magnificent an orgasm as those she'd felt with Lamont, the fact that two of them were overtaking her at once meant she was physically going to be inundated.
"WWWWWA AAAAAAU UUURRR RRRGGG HHHHHH AAAAAA RRRRRR GGGGGG UUU-MMM MMHHH HHHAAA AAAGGG GGGGGG HHH-RRR RRRGGG HHHAAA CCCHHH HHHH!" she screamed, only to have the sound came out muffled. What was more, because the two men took their own sweet time in coming, her pinnacle repeated itself again and again.
Finally the two men exploded in her; Romeo first, then Fisler almost immediately afterward. Apparently they were still considerably weaker than they had thought, because their orgasms drained them of any and all strength. Fisler rolled off Sharon and lay on the floor.
Sharon picked herself up, feeling Romeo's cock pop out of her ass, and with sperm dripping from both her holes, dragged a chair to Romeo's closet, climbed up and took out the pictures, tearing them up and flushing them down the toilet in the nearby bathroom. Then she carefully washed herself out, resolving to take a bath when she got home, stepped out of the room, found the Polaroid camera, took a photo of the two men lying on the floor, naked, with their penises dripping sperm. Their lying next to one another made it look as if they had indulged in something homosexual.
Hurriedly dressing, she managed to drag the bed away from the door, stepped out into the hall, and walking over to the nearby bulletin board, making sure no one was looking when she tacked up the picture. Then she went to where their charts were being kept, at the nurses' station, and prescribed heavy laxatives for both of them, for the next twelve hours, dosages to be repeated ever three hours. On top of that, both were to receive two barium enemas apiece.
Smiling to herself, she determined that neither would dare admit to having raped her, but both would be very sore, rectally, for at least a week once they got out.
Checking her watch, she saw it was time to leave. Well, it had been an interesting day, if not necessarily a totally enjoyable one. She hoped to make the evening more pleasant.
CHAPTER TWELVE
That night, Sharon had a candlelight dinner prepared when Lamont emerged from his private den. Though the man had been working intently on his new book, the seductive atmosphere got to him, especially seeing Sharon dressed in a low-cut, green cocktail sheath.
"Well now," he asked, "what in the world is this all about?"
"It's simple," Sham told him. "I've been a spoiled brat, and I know it. I realized today just how much I do love you, Lamont. I have no right to ask you to love me back. I did treat you miserably at one time, and the things you've done to me don't begin to make up for the emotional hurt I once caused you."
"Well this certainly is a new wrinkle," Lamont replied.
"It's no wrinkle, it's the truth," Sharon answered. "I don't deserve a man like you. Certainly I don't deserve to be loved by you, though to be frank, I realize I'm madly in love with you, now. I always will be, and if you'll have me, I'll live with you on whatever terms you propose. You don't have to marry me or even support me. Just let me stay around and love you."
"Sharon," he said, walking over to her, "I don't know what kind of bitchy trick you're pulling, but I confess, I like it. So I'm going to go along with it right to the end."
"It's no trick," she insisted. "I'm yours, all yours, and you can do anything you want with me from now on."
She proved it that night by letting him sodomize her, afterwards she had him fuck her in her cunt and then in her mouth. When it was over, she kissed and hugged him.
Lamont found it initially difficult to believe, but as the weeks went by, he saw how amenable she had become, and he realized she did love him, and just as much as he loved her.
So he tied her to him the rest of his life by marrying her. To say their life was all roses after that would be a lie, because both were strong-willed, and sometimes they fought like cats and dogs. But they never went to bed angry. Furthermore, not a night went by that Sharon didn't make sure that man's cock was in at least one of her holes, because she experienced an orgasm no matter where he fucked her. In point of fact, it was a far better relationship than anything she had previously dreamed about.
