Rosemary Willoughby stood in the window of her second floor apartment and watched Brad crossing the courtyard by the swimming pool below. He walked with swift, angry strides, his suitcase banging against his knee, his handsome faced flushed from the argument they had had only moments before.
Not once did he look back over his shoulder and upward at her trembling body framed by the picture window. In a moment he was out of sight, leaving the beautiful young woman full of emotional pain.
The nature of the argument had been the same as before, but much more serious than the periodic spats that had become more and more frequent of late. She would never forget his livid face as he snarled obscenities at her ... telling her that she was frigid, that she wasn't even a real woman ... despite her luscious young body and beautiful, sexy face!
Worse yet, he had sworn he would gratify his raging sexual passions with the first prostitute or willing amateur he could find, that as soon as he arrived in New York he would start looking for a female who wasn't afraid to spread her legs and respond warmly to his huge cock filling their succulent cunt!
Her face went white at the thought of her young husband fucking another woman. She hadn't a doubt that the strong-willed Brad would do just as he threatened. And it was all her fault! She cringed at the memories of the unhappy nights they had lain side by side naked in the huge bed, his prick hard and demanding, her soft flesh unwilling or unable to share his erotic passions. It was pure torture for her to have to deny Brad what most woman would fight to give him.
But Rosemary had always been cold and unresponsive when it came to sex, the result, she was sure, of her mother's bitter denunciation of anything and everything carnal. All through her childhood Rosemary had heard nothing but horror stories of what woman suffered at the hands of men, stories that had shocked and traumatized the young girl and had made it impossible to enjoy sex after she and Brad had married.
She had tried!
On the honeymoon and for the first few weeks afterward, Rosemary had concealed her disgust and loathing of his lewd passions, had done everything possible to keep Brad from knowing how horrified she had been when his throbbing cock invaded her body and filled her with such pain and revulsion.
But over the months she couldn't keep it to herself any longer. Nor was she willing to do the hated things he wished ... things like sucking his penis or allowing him to lavish his oral caresses on her frigid vagina. Shame and degradation filled her when he tried to insist that she act like a common whore. Gradually Brad came to understand just how inhibited his beautiful young wife really was. And his confusion and irritation turned to monumental wrath at the thought of having such a voluptuously sexy female for a wife and yet not being able to turn her on to sex.
Fortunately, Brad's job required him to be away from home during the week. For five days Rosemary was spared the torture of his naked lust, her temporary relief tempered by the certain knowledge that he would come home every friday night with nothing but sex on his mind.
And last friday hadn't been any different. As soon as Brad had unlocked the front door he was tearing off his clothing and frightening Rosemary half out of her mind with his monstrously hard prick, his eyes glazed with lust at the sight of his gorgeous wife's succulent young body, his hands trembling at the thought of ripping his erect cock up between her creamy thighs and parting the hairy lips of her cunt.
Brad's manhood had been at stake, and he had decided on the plane home that he was going to bring things to a head or bring down their unhappy marriage. No longer would he be willing to listen to Rosemary's plaintive excuses for not allowing him the use of her lust-inspiring young body. It was now or never! Either she threw off the chains of ignorance and hibition and became a woman or he would find a female who wouldn't cause him the torture he had been suffering.
Now, two days later, he was gone, leaving Rosemary sick and sore in spirit and body. Every inch of her luscious flesh ached from the brutal way he had taken her. Her mind reeled at the memories of the way her normally considerate husband punished her young pussy with his massive cock, and the way he had screamed at her when she couldn't respond to his agonizing lovemaking.
She stood looking at the empty courtyard for long minutes before turning and pulling the drapes closed. She wore a thin silk gown that clung to the lusciously ripe contours of her body, clearly outlining the high firm breasts, her flat stomach, softly flaring hips, and lovely long legs.
She could see her reflection in the mirror that hung on the wall a few feet away. Despite the agony she felt, there was no disguising the fact that she was a truly beautiful woman. Her exciting face was classic in every detail, from the full, red lips to her pert little nose and deep-set green eyes. Her head was framed by masses of billowing blonde hair that fell softly on her shoulders.
Nature had played a cruel joke on her, she thought bitterly, giving her the face and the body of a beautiful goddess, yet inhabiting that stunning body was the soul of a frigid female ... one who had never tasted the carnal delights!
Why hadn't she been born ugly or with some defect that would turn men off instead of inspiring such lurid passion in them? Other women would have given their souls for her beauty ... with Rosemary it was wasted!
And now she was alone with her misery. Brad might come back ... or, on the other hand, he might never return. She loved him so much, so very much. In the fourteen months of their marriage she had come to understand what a sensitive, intelligent man she had married. If only it weren't for the ugly violence in him that frustration, brought they would be supremely happy. He had a wonderful job with excellent prospects for the future. He had even been promised a promotion that would allow him to be at home permanently in the near future.
But sex had ruined everything for them, making Brad into a raging beast, leaving Rosemary wracked with self-doubt and agony at the prospects for their future. She collapsed in a chair, bitter tears welling up and spilling down over her fevered cheeks ... tears of rage and torment and pain. And then the telephone rang.
It was ass-hole that turned on Danny Gorman!
Straight fucking was okay, of course, provided that a good hot female rectum wasn't available to service his monstrously huge prick. But that was a poor substitute. Even having his cock sucked ... having some warm female mouth and tongue working over the massive rod, didn't give him the same erotic thrill as reaming out a puckered, hairless ass-hole.
Not that he got much of anything except in his frantic, sex-crazed mind!
Danny was a loser, a born also-ran, one of life's crazy jokes. He was twenty-two, with a thin body and forgettable face. Long greasy hair covered his head, and he rarely wore anything except grimy jeans and an equally dirty sweatshirt.
All of his life he had wanted to be handsome and outgoing and cool enough to be able to pick and chose between girls and woman. He had suffered, suffered terribly when they laughed and sneered at his crude attempts to be any of those things. Perhaps it would have been easier if his sex drive hadn't been so overwhelmingly strong, if he wasn't tortured every waking moment by lusts that he didn't understand, but which drove him to the point of madness and erotic frenzy.
Even this current job seemed designed to drive him up the wall. As underpaid maintenance man at the small apartment building he was required to be around sexy tenants all day. But as far as they concerned, Danny might have been just another one of the unattractive fixtures. None of the women had ever given him anything but dirty looks. He watched them surreptitiously shaking their asses around the swimming pool or chatting with one another in their obscenely revealing shorts and halters, his cock throbbing with lust, his mind filled with erotic fantasies of spreading their fat buttocks and reaming out their virginal ass-holes with his mighty cock.
When he did get to stuff his throbbing prick into a mouth or a cunt or an ass-hole, it was because he had found a prostitute so desperate that she was willing to fuck anyone. Even at that, the sloppy-cunted, big-assed, overage whores usually charged him twice the going price for pussy. And on that even rarer occasion when he found a hooker who'd let him corn-hole her, her rectum was invariably as large as most women's cunts ... not smooth and rubbery and tight like the ass-holes he fantasized about.
He was off duty now, sitting in the dingy basement room his employer had provided for him so that he would be on-call twenty-four hours a day. Danny's calloused fingers were wrapped around his pulsating hard-on, his eyes half closed with lust, his brain reeling as he pumped back and forth on the turgid rod and tried to imagine himself screwing some beautiful young chick in her ass-hole.
A glossy magazine lay on his trembling knees, the pages open to a centerfold of a nakedly luscious blonde who was kneeling on the floor, her huge breasts rubbing against the soft fur rug while her slender fingers reached around and pulled her ass-cheeks open. The erotic photograph was in color, with her creamy skin all pink and glistening, her red slash of a mouth parted in ecstasy. In truth, the girl's buttocks were a little too heavy, her thighs slightly plumper than was the current fashion.
But Danny was oblivious to those physical defects, concentrating totally on the model's upturned crotch. The twin openings of her cunt and ass-hole were burning indelibly into his frenzied, lust-maddened mind. The fluted lips of her dilated cunt were covered with a thick mat of fury blonde pubic hair, slightly opened so that he could see the pinkish velvet of her inner canal all gleaming with the juices of her femininity. Above her gaping pussy lay her tantalizing ass-hole. He could see every detail of the ruffled, puckered edges that were frozen on the pages of the magazine. The object of his desire was wrinkled like a tiny mouth, with the darker flesh of her crotch giving way to the wondrously pink opening that led up into her lower bowels.
A few tiny hairs encircled the delicious orifice, adding to his lust as he groaned at the overwhelming sensations the photograph and his fingers were bringing him. If only he had the model on the floor in front of him now, he thought frantically, gripping his throbbing cock even tighter. If he could only thrust his lust-engorged prick into the perspiring crevice between her buttocks and feel the puckered flesh of her ass-hole against the rubbery head of his organ! He would have given anything in the world he owned for five minutes of wild pleasure with that model.
But she was only a picture in a magazine.
"Oooooohhhhhh Jesus!" he moaned as his balls suddenly began pumping out the sticky yellowish fluids, making the super-heated juices surge up through the dilated canal that ran inside his bloated cock and wildly explode out through the slit in the purplish knob-end.
The first thick blob of semen seemed to hang in the air for a split-second before falling heavily down onto the magazine pages, making a loud plop as the gooey liquid splashed over the model's erotically smiling face and obscuring her features.
It was quickly followed by another hot blast, then another. He worked his fingers faster, like a milking machine, forcing out more and more of the creamy goo while his heart began beating faster in his skinny chest. Waves of exquisite delight rolled through his shanks and loins, causing his whole body to begin trembling while his eyes rolled around in his head.
"Oooooohhhh ... aaaaaahhhhhhh ... oh Jesus ... oh Christ!" He stammered, unable to control the way he was shaking and twisting his pelvis down against the hard cushion of the only chair in the tiny, disordered room.
Then it was over. Very slowly his excitement began to subside. His fingers still gripped his cock tightly, desperately seeking just one more maddening thrill from the tingling column of flesh. Finally he gave it one more insistent stroke, then let his fingers slip away from the rapidly deflating organ.
The model's naked body was still kneeling, still offering up her lust-inciting genitals to his inflamed eyes. But, he saw, his splashing juices had ruined the upper part of her body.
Damn! he thought bitterly. He had paid five dollars for the magazine, and now he had ruined the best photograph to be found in its pages. He was tempted to try and clean the viscous fluid from the pages but, instead, he was suddenly distracted by a new thought ... one so powerful and erotic that his prick was starting to harden again.
Reaching for the telephone that sat oh the floor next to his chair, he quickly dialed the number that he had memorized in the supermarket this morning. It was a number he wouldn't soon forget, belonging to a gorgeous blonde who had stood in front of him in the checkout line. The girl had been dressed only in a tight pair of cut-offs that showed every detail of her plump cuntal furrow, and in a sheer t-shirt that just barely contained the ripe swell of her melon-like breasts.
He had gone almost crazy with desire when he had first seen her in the market, and it had been all that he could do to contain the swollen throbbing of his dick in his greasy jeans. He had followed her around the aisles, staying a few feet away, stopping when she stopped, almost losing control of himself when she bent down to pick a can off one of the bottom shelves.
The girl hadn't stopped down as most women would have. Instead, she bent her upper body forward, then down, leaving her magnificently sculpted legs straight, giving the lust-filled Danny a splendid view of her pert little buttocks and straining thigh muscles.
He had almost creamed his jeans right on the spot just thinking about the hairless ass-hole that lay beneath the cut-offs. But there had been no real plan in his mind when he followed her to the checkout counter and waited behind her. When he got close he could see that she was truly beautiful, with masses of golden hair surrounding her perfect features. The girl had laughed over something with the checkout woman as she pulled out her checkbook and wrote a check for the amount of the groceries.
Suddenly Danny was edging even closer. He could now see her name, her address, and her telephone number printed on the lower left-hand corner of the check. Every letter and digit became locked in his lust-fevered brain. And there was no trouble in recalling that telephone number and name now as he listened to the insistent ringing.
"Hello," a sleepy voice suddenly answered.
"Miss Willoughby?" he asked in a quivering, low-pitched growl. "Miss Rosemary Willoughby?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"Just a friend, Rosemary," Danny said with an obscene smile as he cradled the telephone between his cheek and shoulder, then hooked one slender leg over the chair's arm. "I just called to see how you were?"
"What?" the girl asked, irritation evident now.
"Who is this? Do I know you?"
"I've seen you around," Danny chuckled lewdly. "I've seen you shaking your beautiful little ass around in those tight cut-offs! But, no, you don't know me!"
His eyes were staring down at the come-sodden magazine photograph again,' his fingers snaking down to encircle his cock in a tight grip.
"Is this some kind of joke?" the girl asked angrily. "Because if it is, I don't find it the least bit funny. You'd better tell me who this or I'll hang up right now!"
"This is the ass-fucker, baby!" he chuckled, reveling in the horrified gasp at the other end of the line. "Yeah, baby, I want to fuck that tight little ass-hole of yours! You hear me ... I want to corn-hole you!"
He was almost screaming now as the thunderous noise of the telephone receiver being banged down echoed in his ear. Suddenly there was only the dial tone.
He listened to the signal for a few minutes, the pressure of his fingers on his cock increasing. His cock was hard and throbbing again, the scalding semen gathering once again in his balls as he pulled lewdly at the raw flesh in an excited attempt to make it come again.
He could feel the semen gathering in his testicles again as his fingers raced up and down the thick shaft, pulling lewdly at the flesh in an excited attempt to milk the life-fluid out until it spewed madly out of the dilated tip of his massive prick.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... aaaggghhhhhh ... I'm ... I'mmmmm cooooooommmmmiiinnnnnggggg ... " he moaned as his thin body suddenly went rigid and straining.
Then, when his thin fluids had stopped oozing out of his cock, he relaxed in the chair and sighed with pleasure.
"Wait 'til I shoot a load of my gism into your ass-hole, Rosemary Willoughby!" he said to the empty room, imagining that she was kneeling in front of him now. "I'm gonna blow my nuts in you, baby! My come'll be shooting out of your fucking mouth!"
As he sat in the chair and let his frantic breathing return to normal, Danny mentally calculated how long it would take him to get to Rosemary Willoughby's apartment. The address he had read on her check was about fifteen minutes away, in one of the quieter sections of the city. He could easily walk there before ten o'clock, he thought to himself, checking the time on his cheap wrist watch.
"I'm going to fuck that tight little ass-hole, Rosemary," he said aloud as he got up from the chair and stuffed his flaccid cock back into his dirty jeans. He paced the room nervously, trying to get up nerve enough to put his lurid plan into action, his lust-fevered eyes sweeping over the pornographic photographs which were pasted on the walls of his room. They had been clipped from magazines that Danny had purchased or stolen over the months. The walls seemed covered with pictures of naked female bodies and groups of men and women in every obscene pose imaginable. Cocks were slamming into mouths and cunts and ass-holes in wild and lust-inciting profusion of groupings. Danny loved his collection above anything else that he owned.
He stood in the middle of the room now, eying the lewd photographs and thinking about Rosemary Willoughby. She represented everything in the world that he hated. She would pay for all the snubs he had received from other women, for all the pain of knowing that they considered him beneath contempt. She had to suffer and suffer for all their sins. There would be no relief for her until all his pain had been extirpated!
Now that his lust and need for revenge were at a fever pitch, Danny moved quickly. He drew a pair of pliers and a screwdriver from his toolbox in the corner, laying them out on the floor, than added a length of stout rope to the pile. From the drawer of his one dresser he took one of his prized possessions-a soft nylon stocking he had stolen from one of the apartments in the building. Then, stuffing all these items into the pocket of his denim jacket, he moved to the door and took one last look at the exciting photographs of the lusciously naked females covering the walls. His cock was hard again, hard and ready for action! His reeling, erotically fantasizing brain was filled with lewd images of Rosemary Willoughby's succulent young body. He could almost imagine the thrill of touching his massive column of flesh to her puckered little ass-hole for the first time and hearing her scream for mercy.
"Okay, bitch," he muttered to himself, going outside into the boiler room and locking the door behind him. "Here I come, baby, ready or not!"
He was chuckling with obscene anticipation as he made for the stairs that would carry him up into the cool night air. And every inch of his soiled flesh and deranged mind was alive with lustful thoughts of the beautiful young blonde who was to be his victim!
He kept in the shadow, out of sight of the tenants who might be looking out their windows. This was no time to have one of them call on him to do some shitty repair job. He had only one stop to make before heading for Rosemary Willoughby's address. That was to check out with Barney Wijeck, the grossly-fat, loud-mouthed man who managed the building and made Danny's life a living hell. Danny knew from better experience that he hadn't better leave the building without telling Barney if he didn't want to feel the brutal man's fists against his head and body.
The manager's apartment was near the building entrance. Danny rapped twice and waited for the door to open. When there was no reply he rapped again, this time louder. Nothing. Almost out of his mind with lust, he pressed his ear to the door, suddenly surprised to hear the faint voice of Georgia Mayers inside. Georgia was a luscious redhead who lived on the second floor, a middle-aged cunt whose creamy flesh and huge breasts sent shivers of erotic excitement thundering through Danny's loins each time he saw her lounging by the building's swimming pool. She had never given Danny a second look, even though there was a steady procession of men in and out of her apartment-men who arrived with that desperate look of hot sexual arousal on their face and men who left with limp cocks and satisfied smile.
Even though he was impatient to be off to Rosemary Willoughby's apartment building, Danny couldn't resist the curiosity that was building in him. He'd never heard Barney talking about fucking the stunning redhead-and Barney bragged (or lied) about every real and imagined piece of ass he got.
There seemed to be no point in knocking on the door again. Whatever Barney and Georgia were doing inside the apartment they seemed to be totally preoccupied. So, moving quietly, Danny moved away from the doorway and toward the small window that looked into the manager's apartment.
His eyes widened in shock when he peered through the slit in the curtain that covered the window and saw the Barney standing in the middle of his front room, the fly of his trousers open, his meaty hand fishing out the swollen stub of his huge prick. There was a lewd, almost smug expression on the man's ugly face as he looked at Georgia Mayers. The redhead was standing a few feet away, her lush body enveloped in a revealing nightgown of bright red nylon. The negligee was half-open and Danny gasped as he saw the wondrously-large mounds of her milky-white breasts staring out at him. A foot or so below the monstrous tits he could see the scarlet thatch of her pubic mound glistening and radiating its pulsing warmth.
"What in the fuck do you want, Barney?" Georgia said angrily. "I gave you your cut ... ain't that enough for you?"
"No, bitch, it ain't enough for me," Barney spat out, running his fingers back and forth on his hardening prick. "Our deal was that I'd let you use that pad of yours for entertaining your Johns for twenty percent of the action ... and for a piece of ass myself once a month. Well, baby, I want my pussy ... and I want it right fucking now or you can pack up and get your ass out of here. I could rent that place to a half a dozen cunts who'd treat me better than you!"
Georgia sighed bitterly, eying the thick column of flesh at Barney's groin. That had been their deal, and she'd kept her part of the bargain until this month, even though Barney Wijeck made her want to puke the way he used her body for his pleasure. She detested his fat, unwashed body and the way he'd half-kill her with his gigantic cock. No woman was built big enough to take the fourteen inches of hard muscle and gristle that projected out from Barney's groin. Not without being sore and out of action for a week, that is! And business had been slow lately. She couldn't afford to be laid up with an aching, painfully-stretched cunt even for a few days.
"Come on, bitch," Barney coaxed lewdly, shaking his cock at her. "Get your butt up on the bed and spread those thighs for me. I feel like I could screw all night!"
Suddenly a shiver of real fright ran through Georgia's voluptuous body as she stared down at the swollen spear. It looked bigger than ever before ... just like something you'd find slung under a horse or a mule. Just the sight of the monstrous rod made her cunt start aching already. Last month Barney had kept her in bed for twelve straight hours, pumping her agonized pussy with what seemed like quarts of his scalding semen, never even missing a stroke between her pitiful groans for mercy, rubbing her creamy thighs raw from the force of his steaming cock, jarring her bones with each hammer-like stroke until she was half out of her mind with pain and revulsion.
Worse yet, she had had to cancel all her 'dates' for a week until her cunt healed again. Oh Jesus, she thought in desperation, I can't take another night like that! But she knew how difficult it was to find apartments in this city where a business like hers could be conducted without running afoul of the police. If she crossed Barney he might carry out his threat to evict her and call the fuzz!
Outside, his breathing labored with erotic excitement, his hand massaging his own throbbing prick, Danny Gorman could hardly believe what he was seeing. So Barney was getting cut into the action, was he? he thought smugly. And the bastard had never once even hinted what a great deal he had! Well, by God, if Barney can screw that cunt so can I, he mused, almost overcome with lust. He'd find a way to get his share, too!
His eyes were riveted to the redhead's incredibly sexy body as she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Barney and pulled his fingers off his massive prick, replacing them with her own, looking up into his ugly face as if she were going to cry.
"Let me suck it down for you, huh, baby?" she pleaded, caressing the repulsive spear as if her life depended upon it. "I'll make you feel really groovy, honey ... honest to Christ, I will! I know how to treat a man's prick with my mouth, Barney ... how about it?"
The fat manager couldn't do much damage to her mouth, she thought bitterly. And even if he does, it wouldn't put her out of business like a stretched cunt would! Without her pussy she'd starve quickly ... lose her steady clientel to the other hookers in town. No, she couldn't risk that.
"I don't know," Barney taunted cruelly, turning the knife in her. "I ain't big on blow-jobs ... what I like is a nice hot pussy milking my prick! Or," he said slowly j his eyes lighting up sadistically, " ... or maybe I could corn-hole you ... that might not be a bad substitute."
"Oh, Jesus, you ain't going to stick this goddamned thing in my ass-hole!" Georgia cried out in alarm, increasing the pressure of her fingers on Barney's pulsating cock as she leaned her mouth closer to it. "You just let me suck it ... just relax and let me suck it ... "
Her words suddenly ended in a soft, gurgling sound as she ovaled her ripe lips and stretched her mouth open as far as it would go, shoving it down over the purplish knob of Barney's cock.
"Holy Christ!" Danny Gorman whistled as he saw the redhead's mouth closing around the massive male joint. "She can't take that thing ... she'll never be able to do it!"
His heart was beating faster and faster as Georgia worked more and more of her mouth around the gigantic rod, forcing herself to squeeze the load in inch by painful inch. For a moment she thought she would choke on it. She was no stranger to sucking cock, had, in fact, loved to chew on a normal-sized male prick every chance she got. But this was different. Barney's organ felt as large as a telephone pole, filling every inch of her warmly pulsing oral cavern, throbbing hotly against her tonsils as he suddenly reached down and closed his meaty hands on either side of her head and thrust his hips forward, jamming the swollen prick deeply between her strained and stretched lips until her face turned blue and she looked as if she would die from lack of air.
Danny wanted to scream out that Barney would kill the woman, but he said nothing. His whole body was trembling from the erotic scene being played out in front of him, and from the lust that had been building over the lewd thoughts of Rosemary Willoughby. His prick was jerking crazily against his thigh and for a moment he was afraid that his heated semen would suddenly begin spilling out involuntarily. No, no! he thought. I want to save it for that bitch's ass-hole!
Forcing himself to turn away from the lurid sight of Georgia sucking Barney's cock was the hardest thing he had ever had to do, but force himself he did. There was no longer any need for telling Barney that he was leaving. That fat, over-sexed manager wouldn't be worrying about Danny for a long time to come.
It was a thoroughly aroused Danny Gorman who finally stumbled out through the front portico of the apartment building and headed toward the address he had memorized from Rosemary Willoughby's checkbook.
CHAPTER TWO
Rosemary Willoughby was furious and a little afraid as she replaced the receiver of the telephone in the cradle and stood there for a few moments wondering what to do. Her slender body trembled and for a moment she considered calling the police.
No, she thought quickly, they wouldn't be able to do anything. She remembered the tales she had heard from other women who had undergone a similar experience. The police had been helpless, and the only thing the telephone company could suggest was to change the number. She even considered trying to have Brad paged at the airport, to beg him to come home to her. But she knew that would only infuriate him now. He had stomped angrily out of the apartment. It was unrealistic to think he would come running home because of a telephone call that, while certainly obscene, was probably harmless enough. She went into the small kitchen and took a bottle of scotch from the cabinet and poured herself a drink. Damn, she thought bitterly, I don't even have any friends in this building! That would have helped, of course. But there was no one whom she could call a friend. She knew most of them by name and had exchanged pleasantries on occasion, but she would feel stupid unloading her troubles on strangers.
"I've got to get my mind off everything," she told herself sternly, aloud, not caring that talking to one's self was probably the first step toward a nervous breakdown. If she could only get through this terrible night, if she could just forget her husband's enraged accusations about her frigidity ... then perhaps tomorrow she could think clearly about what to do. Suddenly she was terribly hungry. Gulping down the drink and pouring herself another, Rosemary began preparing a small steak and salad for herself. When it was finished she carried a tray with her dinner into the front room and sat down on the couch. Her fingers fiddled almost unconsciously with the knobs of the stereo, filling the room with soft, restful music while she picked at her food and let her mind wander over her unhappy life.
Other women enjoyed sex. Other women, in fact, loved the feel of a smooth male cock sliding up into the warm, moist hole between their legs, reveled in the sensations that a man's penis could give them. She wasn't entirely naive about life. She had read the stories and articles in the magazines telling how wonderful sex could be. Yet not once in her life had she felt the least stirring down there in her creamy pussy. Never had she felt anything but revulsion and fear when he wanted to use her body for his own pleasure.
Oh, yes, Rosemary knew all about the orgasms that women were supposed to have. She knew that a man's touch was supposed to inspire wild passion in a female, to take her to the peak of ecstasy, to break down all barriers of morals and inhibition, to leave her a flushed, satisfied mass of gratified flesh when it was over.
She wanted to laugh bitterly at the way she felt when Brad's brutal cock ripped apart the fluted lips of her cold pussy, how she loathed the way he sweated and grunted over body like an animal until she felt his oozing sperm splattering her inner-flesh-How sick to her stomach she became when he suggested something even more perverted for her to do ... things like taking his penis into her mouth-things like wanting her to allow him to suck at her vaginal flesh!
Stop it! Stop it! she screamed silently.
She finished her meal and pushed the tray away. Suddenly she wanted to immerse her lush young body in a steaming hot bath, to let the water wash away all her thoughts and cares. The telephone call was almost gone from her mind now, but Brad's angry words were still echoing in her tortured ears.
She ran into the bathroom and stripped off her clothing as she ran the tub of water. As she felt the cool air wash over her naked body she couldn't help but stare at its reflection in the full-length mirror that was mounted along one wall. What in the hell is so different about my body than other women's? she thought, already suspecting the answer. There was a natural perfection about the straining, succulent breasts and the smooth flesh of her hips' and legs that left no doubt in her mind that she was more beautiful than other women. She blushed slightly when her gaze fell down onto the golden triangle of silken pubic hair between her thighs.
She would have given anything in the world to feel any sensation down there but revulsion. To be able to spread those gorgeous legs for Brad ... to let herself wrap them around his hard-driving back and hold him to her body as he fucked into her cunt ... that would have been the most desireable thing in the whole damned world!
Almost involuntarily she spread her legs aprt and let her fingers snake down into the warm, moist crevice between them, sliding the tips up and down over the damp lips of her pussy, trying somehow to inject life into the anesthetized flesh. Her blush deepened as she remembered how her mother had found her exploring her pussy one day in the bathtub. The mother's face had gone livid with rage and she had screamed obscenities at the terrified eight-year-old Rosemary. And never again had Rosemary touched herself unnecessarily down there again.
Not until tonight, that is.
As she gently probed the little hood of flesh at the top of her succulent cunt, the sensitive tips of her fingers worming their way into the moisture-laden velvet, she gasped at the sensation of warmth when she reached her dormant clitoris.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she squealed, her heart beating faster, her whole body flushed with sudden shame and embarrassment. It was as if a small fire had been lit down between her legs, a fire that was strangely frightening and welcome at the same time.
Confused by the unfamiliar shudder that swept through her body she forced her hands out of the damp crevice and stepped into the tub, lowering her voluptuous body down into the steaming water and letting out a loud sigh of pleasure as the scalding moisture enveloped her. It felt like the warmth that had surrounded her the first night of their honeymoon. There had been pain, too, of course, a terrible stab of agony that had left her breathless and trembling. But afterwards, when he had spent himself in her, there had been one split-second of longing and pleasure.
And then it had gone, replaced by shame and loathing and the memories of her mother's harsh outbursts against sexual ecstasy.
She looked down over her magnificent breasts, surprised to see that her right hand was resting on her plump pubic mound again, the slender fingers lovingly grazing over the tiny vaginal slit between her thighs.
"Oh God, what am I going to do?" she asked herself aloud, knowing that her marriage was ruined unless she could throw off the terrible inhibitions which bound her like a heavy chain.
Suddenly she thought of that obscene telephone call again, and her mind tried to focus on whether or not she had remembered to lock and bolt the front door after Brad had left. Oh, well, she thought, not wanting to get up from the wonderful warmth of the comforting tub, I'll check it when I go to bed.
Thin beads of perspiration were covering Danny's forehead as he neared the two-story apartment building in which Rosemary Willoughby lived. There were no pedestrians out tonight and only an occasional car passed him on the street as he walked.
His massive cock was throbbing and pounding wildly in anticipation of what was to come tonight, and he massaged it roughly with his thin fingers, grinning lewdly. It was a warm night, much too warm for the leather jacket he wore. With his free hand he patted the equipment in his pocket, then the ring of key-picks on his hip. He knew how dangerous it might be if the police stopped him and found these things, but that was just a chance he had to take.
Suddenly he saw the numbers on Rosemary's building and he knew he had reached his destination at last. Most of the lights in the building were out, but the entryway with the mailboxes was well-lighted, and he went up the steps and quickly scanned the list of tenants. Noting the number of her apartment, he looked around warily, cringing as he heard a door open and loud voices.
Racing back down onto the sidewalk, he looked around for the apartment's parking lot. It lay a few steps ahead. His feet moved quickly toward the driveway as he hugged the building. As he went toward the back of the building he smiled to think how secure people felt in the isolation of their apartments. Even in those buildings where the front door and lobby were locked, Danny knew that in nine out of ten cases the back door would be open.
He paused again as he rounded the corner of the building, his eyes searching for the back door. The parking lot was about half full, but there was no one there to bother him. He moved swiftly toward the door, listened for a moment, then tried the handle. It was unlocked. Smiling, he opened it and peered down the long hallway. To his right was a stairwell that led to the upper floor. In a moment he was gliding up the staircase noiselessly, his sneakered feet making no sound on the concrete.
His pulse racing dangerously, he stopped at the second floor and cautiously opened the door. When he saw no one in the hallway he went down it quickly, his eyes searching for the door he wanted.
His thickly pulsing cock felt like it was going to burst in the fly of his jeans as he took the lock-picks from his pocket and selected one.
This was the moment of truth, he knew, and a cold shiver ran up and down his perspiring body as he delicately played with the lock.
I'm going to fuck that sweet little ass-hole of yours, baby! he said silently, praying that the chain lock on the inside wasn't fixed in place. Suddenly the tumblers fell into place and the knob silently twisted, pushing the door all the way open.
Oh, Jesus, I'm going to ram your ass-hole, bitch ... ram my cock so far up into that little rectum it'll be coming out of your goddamned mouth!
He swiftly moved into the apartment and closed and locked the door behind him, his eyes trying to adjust to the dim light of the front room. There wasn't a sound in the apartment.
Suddenly, frighteningly, his body tensed and he wanted to scream as he heard the telephone ring behind him. The only way he could prevent himself from doing just that was to bite down as hard as he could on his lip, drawing salty blood.
Rosemary Willoughby was as startled at the loud ringing as Danny. Without thinking she reached out of the sudsy tub and reached for the receiver. Having a telephone installed in the bathroom had been Brad's idea, something that Rosemary considered an extravagance, but one for which she was now thankful. She was already speaking into the telephone before it occurred to her that it might be the obscene caller again. By then it was too late.
"H-h-hello?" she said in a terror-stricken voice.
"Baby, this is Brad," the comforting tones of her husband's firm voice replied. "I've only got a few minutes before my plane leaves, but I wanted to call and tell you how sorry I am about that argument."
"Oh, Brad, darling," she gushed, relieved beyond belief. "I love you, darling ... I love you so much!"
"Look, honey, we'll work things out when I get back from New York," he said rapidly. "We can do it ... I know we can! Everything will be fine once we get to the root of your ... I mean, our problem. We'll go to a counselor, both of us ... we'll find out what's causing you to be so up-tight about sex!"
"We will" she cried out, tears of happiness welling up and spilling down over her flushed cheeks. "Oh, darling, I promise we will!"
They spoke for a few more minutes, then Brad told her his plane was being called and he had to leave. It was with great reluctance that Rosemary replaced the receiver in the cradle.
And then she got up from the tub, the steaming water dripping erotically down over her glistening, naked body.
Danny listened on the extension telephone until the line went dead, a lust-crazed expression on his face. So you're old man is going to New York? he chuckled silently as he quietly put down the phone. This was incredible good luck for him. He didn't understand what most of the conversation was about, but he knew now that Rosemary Willoughby and he weren't going to be interrupted by the husband. It had never occurred to him that the beautiful blonde might be married. Somehow the thought of raping another man's wife was even more exciting than if she were single. Brad Willoughby had had more than his share of Rosemary's cunt, now it was Danny's turn, he told himself.
He turned and went toward the back of the apartment.
Rosemary studiously avoided looking at her luscious body in the mirror as she dried herself with a soft towel. And just the touch of her own fingers on her voluptuous, cherry-tipped breasts were enough to make her long for Brad's hands. She fought to control her emotions as she mentally reconstructed the telephone call. Everything would be alright, she told herself as she lifted one long, gorgeous leg up onto the toilet seat and dried it gently.
Suddenly she tensed as she heard a slight noise from somewhere near the front of the apartment. It was strange, because the building was soundproofed, and she rarely heard any noises from the other apartment.
Get hold of yourself, she thought. You're still as jumpy as a cat over that obscene telephone call. She hadn't told Brad about the call, but now she wished she had done so. She told herself that tomorrow she would call the police and report, even if it was a futile gesture. And when Brad came home she would have her number changed.
She was almost finished drying herself now except for the damply quivering spot between her legs. It was a rear temptation not to touch herself there, but she didn't, afraid of the confused, shameful sensations she had experienced when she first got into the tub.
Suddenly she saw a dark shadow fall across her legs and she looked up, a horrified, startled look on her face and a cry of terror welling up in her throat.
Before she could scream, Danny moved quickly across the room and clamped his brutal fingers over her mouth while, with his other hand, he twisted one of her slender arms painfully up behind her back until she thought she would pass out from the terrible agony.
"Don't make a sound, you fucking bitch!" he snarled, tightening his grip on her arm and causing her to slam into the wall. "Just don't make a sound and you won't get hurt, understand?"
It had all happened so quickly that the lovely blonde's mind was still unable to comprehend what was happening to her. She was frightened half out of her mind, her legs trembling uselessly as if they were boneless. Only the brutal youth's strength held her upright.
Oh God! she thought, thinking about all the stories she had read of women being raped and killed. He's going to kill me! I know he is!
The bath towel had dropped to the floor, leaving her body naked and defenseless. Despite the peril she knew she faced from the unknown intruder, she blushed deeply at the thought of him devouring her unclothed flesh with his lust-filled eyes. A wave of nausea swept through, magnified by the cruel hand pressing over her mouth and almost shutting off her breathing, and by the awful pain that came from her twisted arm.
She struggled wildly, kicking his shins and twisting back and forth in a vain attempt to escape her captor. But she was totally helpless and she heard him laugh at her feeble attempt to get free.
"Go ahead and fight, bitch!" Danny spat out, feeling the quivering mass of lovely flesh against his own body. Tangled blonde hair was matted between them and he could smell the fresh clean aroma of her body. Then he gave a brutal twist to her arm and she almost collapsed from the new pain.
Oh God! she thought irrationally, he's going to break my arm!
She stopped struggling as she felt him relax the hold on her waist. For a moment she thought he was going to let her go. The rough material of his jeans was scrapping the tender flesh of her still-damp buttocks and she could feel a warm, hot, throbbing mass pressing against her.
Suddenly he released her and spun her around to face him. At the same time he clenched his right fist and brought it up quickly, striking her a cruel blow on the chin. She had only time to fill her tortured lungs with life-giving air before stars exploded in the back of her brain and her whole body slumped down onto the cool tile of the floor.
Danny watched with excitement and fascination as the beautiful young wife came down heavily. Her head fell forward onto her luscious breasts and her legs spread out under her, exposing the tiny cuntal slit between her creamy white thighs. He could see a bruise forming on her chin where he had struck her and he hoped that he hadn't hurt her too badly. He wanted her awake ... and damned soon!
"You're going to get it in a minute, cunt!" he said to the unconscious girl, bending down and taking her body into his arms. The girl's dead-weight was more than he had anticipated from so slender and willowy a body, but he managed to struggle upright. He went into the bedroom, dumping her unceremoniously onto the bed, reveling in the plump little hair-covered cunt that lay blonde and lovely between her legs.
Rosemary groaned and stirred, but didn't wake up. Pulling the rope from his pocket, Danny quickly cut it into four lengths. Then, using the silk stocking, he gagged her mouth. When that was done, he tied each of her arms and legs to the bedposts until she was spread-eagled and helpless.
She was face down, her whole body glistening with a thin film of perspiration and the remains of her bathwater. He leaned over, anxious for a close look at the object of his perverted lust. With no thought as to the pain he was inflicting upon her, he pulled her quivering ass-cheeks apart and licked his lips as her puckered little hairless anal opening came into view between the valley of her buttocks.
"Man ... look at that!" he said smugly, feeling his huge cock pounding and throbbing painfully at his groin. "Oh Jesus, look at the beautiful ass-hole on this cunt! I never seen anything like it!"
With one hand he held the buttocks apart while he fumbled at his fly with the other. In a moment his pulsating hardness was free and it jerked wildly about as he continued to stare down at the tightly bound girl.
He suddenly heard her moaning and trying to raise her head off the bed. Excited beyond anything he had ever felt before, he climbed up onto the bed and stretched his body out alongside hers. She had managed to twist her head around so that she was lying with one burning cheek pressed into the soft mattress while she stared into his lust-blazing eyes.
Horrified by what she saw, Rosemary tried to turn away. She was looking into the very face of evil incarnate. With a shudder of piteous agony she realized that nothing or no one was going to save her from the most awful torture her naive brain could imagine.
"What's the matter, cunt?" Danny asked lewdly. "Don't tell me you don't want a little cock! Shit, you bitches is all alike, I know! As soon as the old man leaves town you start getting an itchy twat, right? I'll bet you was getting all nice and clean for your lover, huh? Was you going to call him and tell him to come over and screw you?"
She shook her head Violently, silently pleading with the lust-charged youth to leave her alone. But she could see nothing but the evil and hatred in his eyes. Suddenly he snaked one of his slender hands under her body and began clawing obscenely at her breasts, making her groan with pain as he pinched and probed at the defenseless nipples.
"Lay still, bitch!" he ordered, almost out of his mind with desire for his helpless young victim. Grinning lewdly, he took one of her straining nipples between his fingers and pinched it as hard as he could, laughing cruelly at the tears of agony that sprang quickly to her eyes.
She was shivering uncontrollably and she could feel his hot breath on her face as he continued to maul her tender breasts. She prayed fervently that she would pass out and be spared the awful agony of what was certain to come. She tried desperately to pull her arms and legs free, but was frustrated by the tight knots of the rope around her wrists and ankles.
"Stop it!" he snarled. "I ain't going to tell you again, bitch! You just lay quiet and you won't get hurt too much, you get me?"
She nodded weakly. Her only hope now was to have him satisfy his perverted lust quickly and then leave her still alive. She could take the terrible degradation of her body ... she had to!
"Good. You just lay still, Rosemary, and we'll get along just fine!"
She was surprised to hear him speak her name, and she suddenly realized that this was the same voice as the one on the telephone. That fact was quickly forgotten as he pulled his hand out from under her trembling body and began running it up and down over her naked back, edging closer and closer to her shivering buttocks. The calloused palm scraped her tender flesh harshly and she groaned when his fingers pulled her ass-cheeks apart and pressed lewdly down into the cringing crevice.
"Uuuunnnggghhhh!" she screamed wordlessly as he suddenly pressed his thumb against her cringing rectal opening, his fingernail tearing at the tightened sphincter and drawing blood. Her hips bucked wildly in a vain attempt to escape the probing pressure that was bringing her new agony. She snorted loudly as she tried to breathe through her nose ... past the tangled mop of silky blonde hair that was wrapped around her face. The stocking that prevented her opening her mouth was so tight that she couldn't even poke the tip of her tongue out.
"Here it comes, bitch!" Danny said with a deranged laugh as he moved around on the bed until he was kneeling behind the horrified girl, his thumb still pressing cruelly against her tiny hairless anus. "Get that sweet ass-hole ready, because I'm going to ream it out with my cock!"
For the first time she realized the awful implication of his words. He was going to put his penis in her rectum! Her terrified mind reeled from the thought. It was too awful even to imagine. She couldn't take him there! Her bottom was much to tiny to be able to take the massive throbbing penis without killing her-splitting her apart!
Danny didn't even bother to strip off his jeans as he readied himself behind her. His cock was pulsating and jerking about wildly, banging into her tender ass-cheeks as the rubbery purple tip strained toward her puckered nether opening. His eyes were glazed with lust and sweat poured down over his face as he suddenly shoved his thumb brutally into her ass-hole. He felt her whole body stiffen in agony from the unexpected invasion.
Rosemary almost passed out from the horrible stab of torturous pain that made her buck and twist wildly. It felt as if her whole body was on fire ... a raging, searing pain that was mind-boggling. His bony finger was in almost to the first knuckle, scraping the warmly buttery depths of her rectum raw. She screamed incoherently, fighting with every ounce of her strength to escape the cruel ravishment of her anus. But the ropes at her wrists and ankles held her tightly.
With his other hand, Danny grabbed the two bed pillows and stuffed them under her writhing stomach so that her ass was raised slightly in the air. As he leaned forward over her, his wildly throbbing cock was pressed firmly against her buttocks, adding to her shame and degradation.
On and on the invading fingers came, ripping and tearing at the velvety inner rectal flesh and sending new jolts of electric agony through her. She prayed as she had never prayed before. The torture had to end before she lost her mind ... it had to!
Tears of pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks as the awful enormity of what he was about to do hit her again and again. He was going to force his penis fully up her virginal rectum in an act so unspeakable and disgusting that she didn't even know it existed. This was the ultimate humiliation as her unwilling body was being punished and used in the most obscene and degrading way possible. She would never live through it-wouldn't want to live through it. She could never again face the world after this horror of subjugation. She would surely die!
Rosemary made one last attempt to pull away from the pain-filled finger that was clawing and probing at her anus-but it was useless. He planted the palm of his free hand on the small of her back and pushed down cruelly, trapping her between the pillow and the finger that was digging brutally into her back passage, expanding it unmercifully as he twisted and turned the finger in the tight, narrow hole and prepared it for his coming assault with his iron-hard cock.
"Here it comes, cunt ... here it comes!"
He suddenly pulled the finger from her ass-hole. It seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of the anus clinging to it until it popped out with a disgusting sucking sound. He forced her legs wider with his knees, dropping his head to her buttocks and licking wetly at the ravaged crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole in preparation for the entry of his enormous cock-shaft.
"Go ahead and shake that ass," he snorted, his cruel eyes boring into the puckered and cringing hairless opening. Then he moved swiftly away from her and positioned himself behind the writhing body.
Rosemary felt his hands on her hips, jerking them up until her buttocks were high in the air behind her. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness.
"You want it, bitch," he grunted sadistically, ignoring her obvious terror. "I know you want it!"
His knees brushed her thighs wider apart, the material of his jeans scraping against the inside of her tender flesh. She was held wide and helpless, completely at his mercy, and she groaned in horrified frustration.
His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steadily in the air as she felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moistly naked slit of her behind. She gasped from the heated contact. It seemed huge and scalding. She could never take the thing into her rectum ... never! She jerked forward again, attempting to move up on the bed ... away from him.
She was rewarded with a brutal slap on her kidneys.
"Stop it! Goddamn you, you lay still or I'll kill you!" he shouted. He wanted only to shove his pulsing cock deep up into her ass-hole and fuck her as she had never been fucked before. All of his patience was gone and he would have killed her at that moment if she frustrated his evil lusts any further.
He leaned forward over her back until she couldn't move. She was wide and helpless before the unnatural onslaught of the depraved youth. She could feel the heated pole of his cock probing hard between her upturned thighs and forcing itself into the damp crevice between her buttocks.
His hands pressed down over her ass-cheeks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny puckered anus-stretching it wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that was hard and rubbery at first and terrified her with its scalding warmth.
NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH GOD ... NNNNNNNOOOOOO! she screamed wordlessly in a soul-shattering but incoherent groan as she felt the tightly resisting, pressure-filled nether ring giving way before the unyielding male penis, the tip os it suddenly popping inside her with a horrible jerk.
She was groaning and screaming in earnest now, but the sounds were lost against the stocking that was tied across her mouth. There was no one to help her. There was no one in the world ... all that existed was the excruciating torture of her anus from the beast-like youth behind her and the cruel hands pressing her shoulders down on the bed. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body. The blunt intrusion of his thick cock vibrated through every nerve in succulent young body, pushing the soft, rubbery flesh inside her widely stretched anal passage in great waves of pain before it. Filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a huge tree. She groaned again and again as the torture continued and he pressed forward, shoving his penis further and further up into her ass-hole with excited yelps of pleasure.
Her reeling brain was filled with flashes of exploding pain as she struggled frantically to pull herself forward and away from the terrible agony of his massive prick. She was impaled like a pig on a spit, and her whole body strained to expel the invading cudgel that was stretching her and threatening to split her apart.
Behind her, Danny was muttering obscenities and gasping with sadistic pleasure. He groaned as he felt his balls slap heavily against her naked and trembling buttocks. Suddenly he knew that he was inside her battered ass-hole as far as his prick would go. He paused for a moment to savor the exquisite sensation of flesh against his cock, then began to saw rhythmically in and out of the soft depths, bringing new groans of excruciating horror from her lips. The perverse sensations of pleasure in his cock from the madly contracting ass-hole filled him with a sense of mastery that almost overwhelmed him as he thrust harder and harder in and out of the ravaged girl's anal opening. He could feel the tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh massaging his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge and he wished he could relax the whole weight of his body on her back so that he could visually enjoy the sadistic sight as well as feel it.
The horrible pain was tearing Rosemary apart and she had never felt so soiled and debauched in her young life. Her whole behind felt as if it were being ripped apart by his gigantic penis. He didn't miss a stroke, levering up on his knees and beginning to lunge the full length of his punishing cock deep into her with long, smooth strokes. She was dimly aware of Danny chuckling to himself and pushing down against her back with each brutal stroke the rampaging cock made into her mutilated ass-hole, trapping her servile body between the skewering hardened male shaft and the pillows. She was hopelessly held in this cruel kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its perverted master.
Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs convulsed as an extra-hard thrust seared into her tortured ass-hole. She could hear him grunting with pleasure through the silence of the room ... a silence punctuated only by the obscene sound of his flesh slapping against her naked and wounded body. For the first time in her life she hated someone enough to kill him. She wanted to destroy Danny Gorman, to kill him painfully for the degradation and humiliation he was heaping upon her body against her will. In spite of her pain, she clasped tight her anal muscles, trying to rip the plunging, throbbing column of flesh from his body.
AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" he groaned happily. "Jesus, baby, that's great ... keep it up ... oooooooohhhhhhhh, mannnnnnnn, I can't wait to blow my fucking nuts in your ass-hole!"
His head was thrown back in ecstasy now from the warm clasping flesh enveloping his own iron-hard cock. Rosemary knew she couldn't stand the indecent sodomization of her bottom much longer. The humiliation and pain was too great for her to bear. Kneeling in total submission to the lewd rapist was too much for her mind ... her tormented mind-to absorb. She had to end it somehow before she went crazy. Despite the tortured agony he was inflicting upon her, Rosemary's mind was remembering how she sometimes brought her husband to a quick orgasm to escape his brutal ravishment of her luscious body. It had been humiliating and degrading, she knew, to have to force herself to pretend to enjoy Brad's lovemaking ... but it had speeded his climax.
Could she do it now? she wondered in self-disgust and shame. Could she actually force her brutalized and ravished body to respond to him so that his depraved lusts would be satiated more quickly?
Involuntarily, as though her body were a separate entity from her mind, she felt herself beginning to move backward to meet the save forward thrusts of his cock, undulating her hips and swinging her buttocks in tiny, rotating circles, clasing his penis tightly with the rubbery ring on his out-stroke, relaxing as he drove forward again. She blushed deeply at the thought of what she was doing ... even though it was the only way to save her sanity.
Danny felt the sudden change in her movements and groaned, thrusting into her with renewed bursts of savage power. He knew she was his now ... his to do with what he wanted. She was a slave kneeling before him and prepared to follow his every command. There was no resistance left in this innocent young piece of lovely flesh impaled on his cock. He would give it to her now as she had never been fucked before and she would love it ... she was loving it! His irrational mind and lust-charged body surged with feelings of supreme power as he felt the movement of her buttocks and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him her long blonde hair falling over her face and around her neck and back as she squirmed lewdly in front of him.
Nothing she had ever done in her life had been harder for the tortured young wife. She was turning herself into a whore for the depraved rapist! She was forcing herself to pretend pleasure in order to get the obscene act over with when all she felt for him was raw, naked hatred. She wondered how long she could keep up the pretense and she prayed that it would be over for her soon. The pain was almost unbearable now and her face rolled from side to side on the mattress, flushed and burning with the intensity of her effort and the embarrassment she felt for herself. She bucked and churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing his end, grunting and groaning out her incoherent encouragement to him and pleading with the motions of her body for him to end it and fill her behind with the hot sperm of his orgasm.
Danny was wild with a renewed desire and from his own irrational thoughts. No longer was he just a lowly creep unnoticed by the world, unable to find sexual relief except in his pornographic photographs and in the uncaring bodies of prostitutes. In his deranged mind he was a master now ... master and complete ruler of this beautiful young girl ... able to make her serve him as he wished to be served. The whole world seemed his for the taking now ... he could have any cunt he wanted! He had proved it tonight. What had begun as a brutal ass-rape had turned into a sex-crazed animal, with his helpless victim fucking back at his cock like an unchained demon!
CHAPTER THREE
He began to ram into her rapidly and savagely, hard and deep, battering the quivering buttocks with his wiry pubic hair, gripping the tops of her thighs with his hard fingers, squeezing with all of his might to pull her back over his expanding prick like slipping a tight sleeve over a muscular arm. His eyes bulged widely at the spectacle of her young body bucking back at him and the sadistic desire to hurt her rippled through him as he lunged forward again with a mighty thrust that seared up her stretched anus like an arm of fire. He would punish her for all the hurt that had ever been inflicted upon him by the whole damned world!
"EEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!" she screamed piteously. Before the sound had even stopped he rammed into her ass-hole again, this time even more brutally.
"AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!" she wailed.
With the last half-scream, half-groan, Rosemary could feel in her agony that the giant tormenting cock was growing even bigger and expanding more than she would have imagined possible. She thought it would never stop. It was killing her, stretching the muscles of her ass-hole beyond all recognition.
"You like it, don't you, you fucking cunt?" Danny screamed at her, saliva dripping "down from his chin and mingling with the heavy sweat from his forehead. His eyes were wild and he was unable to focus from the tremendous pressure he felt racing up through his forehead. His eyes were wild and he was unable to focus from the tremendous pressure he felt racing up through his aching balls that slapped brutally against Rosemary's inner thighs. "By God, you've never been screwed like this before, have you?"
The terrified young blonde wife ignored his questions, praying fervently that the awful assault would soon be over. The blunt instrument of his massive penis was shuddering through every straining nerve of her rectal passage with racking torrents of pain. Her eyes overflowed with tears as she moaned in total submission, knowing that she had no other choice.
Danny Gorman suddenly lifted his weight from her back and pushed himself erect, his eyes going immediately to the erotic spot between her ass-cheeks where his huge cock rammed in and out of her cringing anus. He could see the thick, bloated prick rasping in and out, pulling the rubbery, mutilated walls of her rectal passage outward when he withdrew, then pushing them inward again as he viciously lunged forward and buried the whole steaming shaft far up inside her bottom.
The brutal rapist's lust-crazed moaning signalled that the end was nearing and it gave Rosemary the courage to continue. She began to move faster despite the horrible pain that filled her whole body, knowing that she had to hurry before he ruined her life forever with the awful stretching pain that seemed to tear at the very depths of her tortured soul. She ground back against him, clasping her anal muscles and milking the juices of his sperm toward the end of his pummeling rod.
The tight ropes were chafing her wrists and ankles as he drove back and forth with his crushing cock, and Rosemary knew that the tender flesh was being rubbed off them without mercy.
Instinctively his hips began to move faster and he jammed his massive, throbbing cock viciously into her hairless, wide-stretched ass-hole, squeezing and tearing at the soft flesh of her defenseless thighs with his rough fingers. His cheeks were puffed and flushed as he fought for breath and more strength to prolong his sadistic rape of her luscious young body.
Oh God, make it over soon! she pleaded silently. Make him come now so he'll stop before I lose my mind! Her whole convulsing body was being consumed in a sheet of liquid pain and her eyes bulged out from the brutality of his crazed assault.
Then, mercifully, a loud choking sound came from deep in his belly and he lunged forward with one soul-shattering thrust, sinking his jerking prick as far as it would go into her ravaged little ass-hole. Suddenly he was spilling the scalding juices of his come deep, deep into her bowels. His body was shaking and trembling spastically as floods of the heated male semen flooded her ravaged insides, until, with a coughing sound in his throat, he collapsed in a limp heap and lay exhausted on her back, forcing her down into the stained mattress.
Groaning with relief, Rosemary felt the huge, slimy cock slip out of her ass-hole with a loud sucking sound. It's over! she told herself happily, it's all over! But her relief was short-lived as she felt him life himself off her body and lay on the bed next to her, his disgusting prick next to her mouth. He was propped up on his elbows staring down at her and smiling an evil grin.
"That's about a hot little ass-hole you got there, bitch!" he taunted. "You sure know how to take down a guy's cock!"
He was chortling insanely, reaching down to hold her face when she tried desperately away from the obscene, snake-like male penis that was only inches from her mouth.
"Well, cunt, I got another treat for you ... I'm going to let you suck my cock now!"
As the horrible words echoed around in her reeling brain and her eyes widened with renewed terror, Rosemary began to scream through the strip of nylon stocking that covered her mouth.
Then, just when she knew her tortured mind could take no more of the sadistic cruelty, she felt her whole body go limp and an inky darkness descend over her.
From somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind a protective mechanism had been triggered to save her from complete insanity at the brutal treatment she had received.
Danny watched with mounting anger as her eyes closed and her limbs settled lifelessly on the mattress. "Fucking bitch!" he screamed, slapping her across the face with his hand. "I ain't done with you yet! Oh, no, baby, I ain't half finished with you!"
Grinning insanely, he snaked his body down until he was kneeling behind her. He pulled her ass-cheeks apart and giggled at the sight of her torn and bleeding rectal opening, watching it contract involuntarily as he pulled her buttocks apart. The puckered little hole was oozing strings of sticky white semen ... his semen!
Rosemary's smooth white ass was still elevated from the pillows that he had shoved under her body and he reveled at the sight of her ravaged body and the deep bruises his fingers and his cock had inflicted. Suddenly, without even being aware of what he was doing, he plunged his fevered face down into the valley between her half-moons and began licking wildly at the torn and bruised flesh, moaning and gulping at the same time as he tasted her delicious cunt.
The beautiful young blonde wife regained consciousness slow and painfully. Her head was still filled with a mind-saving darkness that had blotted out the memory of what she had just experienced at the hands of the brutal ass-rapist, but her body was struggling to escape the wetness and searing agony that now filled her whole defenseless crotch. She moaned and shifted her weight, trying to evade the rasping tongue that worked over her naked upturned buttocks and pussy like a piece of rough sandpaper.
Suddenly her eyes flew open and she was completely aware of what was happening to her. She gave a low, guttural scream, kicking her legs at the same time in a vain attempt to push away the perverted youth. Oh my God! she thought wildly, he's licking my pussy! The thought was so revolting that she felt as if she were going to throw up. How could he do something like that? Was there no limit to his depravity?
Behind her, Danny pulled away, his face smeared with pussy-juice, perspiration, and his own saliva.
"So you're finally awake, huh?" he said excitedly, patting her churning ass-cheeks with his rough hands. "I thought you were going to be out forever, bitch!"
He raised his body and got off the bed and stood there looking down at her completely helpless body. Her eyes were pleading with him to free her, but he ignored the piteous stare and lewdly massaged his half-swollen cock. He was suddenly very hungry and he wondered in there were something in the apartment to eat. He could hear his stomach growing and he patted it obscenely.
"Hey, baby, I'm going to have a little snack before we get down to business again. All that fucking gave me a hell of an appetite!"
He chuckled at his own attempt at humor.
"You just lay there and think about sucking my prick, bitch!" he snarled. "And don't try and get away, honey, those ropes are good and tight!"
The full import of his words struck her like a fist He isn't through with me yet! she moaned. All of her hopes were dashed as she realized that her ordeal was to continue. Tears of self-pity and fear welled up in her eyes as she watched him saunter toward the bedroom door.
"After I get my own belly full I'm going to feed this to you," he giggled insanely, turning around and fondling his disgusting prick. "Yeah, I'm going to give you a meal of good hot prick!"
His laugh was still ringing in her ears as he disappeared through the doorway. Despite the horrible fear that made her tremble violently, Rosemary knew that she would have to act now if she was ever going to save herself from the insane rapist. She tugged at the ropes holding her wrists and ankles and gasped from the pain that her movements brought her. It felt as if her four limbs were raw and bloody from the tight ropes that held her spread-eagled to the bedposts.
She could see now that her wrists were in fact mutilated and bruised. Gritting her teeth she gave another tremendous pull, wincing from the agony of the taut rope against her tender flesh. She paused, her breasts heaving from the exertion. She could hear him slamming doors in the kitchen, and the thought of what he would do when he returned was enough to make her brain reel with horror.
What am I going to do? she thought in desperation. I can't take anymore! In the space of less than an hour her whole life had been turned upside down. She was no longer the naive and innocent young wife she had been when Brad had left for the airport. Now she was a soiled and degraded victim of a madman ... a woman so humiliated and brutalized that no man ... not even her husband-would ever want her again. Her entire life was ruined and she wished that she could just shut her eyes and die.
But a voice in the back of her mind told her that she had to try and escape ... no matter what the consequences might be. Somehow she had to get free and get help. It wasn't only for her own sake that she prayed for deliverance from the brutal rapist. How many other girls and women had he ravaged in the past? And how many would he force his perverted lusts on in the future?
Her brain was racing with fear and she told herself that she had to calm down before he came back and carried out the threat he had made to make her fellate him. The very thought of having that swollen, bloated organ between her lips made her ill.
She was still pulling at the ropes that bound her when she heard her attacker's voice from the doorway.
"You ain't gonna get loose, bitch," he chuckled lewdly. "But go ahead and try, it ain't no skin off my ass, you're just gonna make them knots tighter and cut off the circulation!"
He was carrying a piece of cold chicken in his hand, pulling at it with his teeth as he spoke. Bits of it fell to the carpet and, when he had finished, he tossed the bone to the floor.
His hunger temporarily abated, he came across the room and rummaged in his jacket for more of the clothesline. Rosemary watched in horror as he cut another length of the stout rope and looped it around her throat and tied a knot in it.
Oh my God, he's going to strangle me! she thought. She was going to be killed! She exploded with a strength she didn't know she had, bucking and twisting away from him, kicking her limbs violently.
"For Christ's sake, stop it," he snarled, watching the terrified girl struggle. The end of the rope was tied around her neck now but in her desperate attempt to escape it the end flew out of his hand. His hand grabbed it again and jerked it as hard as he could while at the same time he slapped her face as hard as he could with his other hand. "Jesus, I told you, I ain't going to kill you! Honest, I ain't, just stop that fucking fighting!"
Stunned by the blows and by her own exhaustion, Rosemary suddenly went limp again. She lay there fighting for breath and groaning piteously. Get it over with! she wanted to shout up at him. Only, please, please, don't make me suffer any more!"
She felt his hot rancid breathing as he leaned over her. For the first time since entering the apartment, Danny Gorman was afraid that he might go too far in his lust-crazed rage and seriously injure the beautiful girl. Rape and assault were one thing ... the police didn't even catch a tiny percentage of the rapists running around. But he knew that there would be no effort spared to find him if he accidentally killed the girl. The thought of spending the rest of his life in prison suddenly sent a chill of horror up and down his spine.
"Hey, I wasn't going to hurt you," he said, his voice softening as he guessed what his victim was thinking. "I was only going to put the rope around your neck so I could take off that stocking from your mouth ... I just didn't want you screaming your head off!"
The words gave Rosemary some hope, but she wasn't at all convinced that she could trust this brutal, half-crazy youth. But she did want the stocking off so that she could breath regularly again ... and perhaps even talk him out of doing what he threatened!
She looked up into his eyes, pleading for understanding.
"Will you promise not to scream if I take off the stocking?" he asked.
She nodded her head violently, the long blonde hair matted around her nose. Surely he would respond to her verbal pleas, she thought irrationally. He would listen to her if she begged him to go away and not hurt her anymore. She wondered how much money there was in her purse. She could offer him that and tell him that she wouldn't call the police if only he would leave her alone! At that moment she was certain that she wouldn't call the police and have her horrible degradation and shame made public!
Danny tightened the rope around her neck, ready to jerk it if she screamed. Then he reached down and awkwardly untied the nylon stocking.
Rosemary gasped from the unexpected air filling her lungs, but she recovered quickly, gulping down long, cool draughts. It seemed wonderful to be able to breathe again and she ran the pink tip off her tongue around her puffy lips.
"Don't scream or make any noise," Danny warned, giving a little tug on the rope collar.
"I won't," she promised in a voice that bore little resemblance to her own. "But, please, please, don't hurt me again ... take whatever money and things you want here and just leave ... I won't call the police ... oh God, I swear I won't!"
"Don't worry, honey, I ain't going to do nothing you won't love," he giggled crazily. "You do just exactly as I tell you and you won't get hurt, understand? You think I'm just a fucking burglar, is that it? Well, I ain't, bitch! I come here to get my rocks off and I ain't leaving until I do! You're my fucking slave and I'm your goddamned master, baby ... just like in the fairy stories!"
He paused for a moment and then gave a jerk to the rope around her neck, wanting her to understand the awful power he held over her, causing the agonized young wife to cry out with pain.
"You understand?" he demanded.
"Y-y-y-yes ... yes ... YESSSSS!" she yelped, seeing the insanity in his wild-eyed stare.
"Good. Now maybe I can get my prick sucked since you understand who's boss here, right?"
She nodded quickly again, afraid that he was going to choke her again.
"I'll do anything else you want, only don't make me do that," she pleaded, feeling her stomach churn again at the obscene thought of taking his slimy penis into her mouth.
"Don't tell me you don't like to eat cock, baby," he laughed, enjoying the absolute power he held over the blonde beauty. "A good-looking cunt like you must be fucking and sucking cock all the time. I'll bet you give your old man all the head he wants, don't you? I'll bet you just love to have his prick ramming in and out between those juicy lips. I know all about your kind of broad ... oh, yeh, bitch, cunts like you shaking your asses around in the stores and on the streets ... just begging for some guy to proposition you!"
"No ... it isn't true," she moaned. "I've never done anything like that ... not even with my husband! You've got to believe me!" she begged, overcome with a new sense of shame and humiliation. She had to make him understand that she wasn't that kind of woman.
He laughed again, reaching under her to roughly massage her already bruised nipples and make her cry out in alarm. "Shit, I saw you in that store. You was half-naked and didn't give a shit who saw your tits or your ass! Don't give me that bullshit about what a pure little piece of ass you are! I want my cock sucked, and you're going to do it!"
Before she could reply he reached up and untied the rope that was attached the right bedpost. As soon as it was free she tried to pull away but he slapped her again.
"Stop it, cunt," he ordered. "I'm just going to turn you over."
He worked quickly, untying the other rope and forcing her body around so that she was twisted painfully on her side. He brought the two ropes together and bound them around her wrists in front. Then he untied the ropes around her ankles and pushed her all the way over onto her back.
She lay there trying to cover her pussy area with her bound hands but he pulled them away. She blushed deeply as she saw him pull her legs apart and hold them almost at right angles to her trembling body, his eyes boring into the creamy white thighs and the blonde silk triangle that protected her pinkry quivering pussy slit.
"Maybe I should fuck you in the cunt first," he mused, overcome by the loveliness of her plump little pussy lips and the coral-hued inside flesh that was exposed to him. "Yeh, maybe I should shove my prick up into that tight little cunt. I really dig a good tight pussy ... that's why I like to ass-fuck so much. Most broads got cunts you could drive a truck into!"
The choice that was presented to the terrified girl was hardly reassuring: She could either be raped in the vagina by the insane and brutal youth or she could use her mouth as a receptacle for his obscene seed.
"Please," she pleaded, "... if you leave now I won't call the police, I promise you. Just leave me alone. Take whatever you want and go!"
She could see that her words were having no effect on Danny Gorman. Instead of replying, he suddenly thrust a hard finger past her cuntal lips and deep up inside her cringing pussy.
"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, almost overcome with new shame and agony. "It hurts ... oh God, you're hurting meeeeee!"
Another finger joined the first and Rosemary was soon twisting out of control. The more she struggled the more he probed and scraped the delicate, petal-like folds of her pussy-flesh and added to her painful distress. It soon felt as if he were going to shove his whole dirty hand up inside her cringing pussy.
AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" she wailed, kicking and screaming at the same time-as the horrible pain continued. Nothing seemed to help the searing fire in her crotch and for a terrible moment Rosemary was afraid that he was going to reach up inside her and pull her womb out.
"How do you like it, bitch?" Danny sneered, reveling in the humiliation and degradation he was heaping upon the helpless woman. It seemed as if all the hostility and hatred he had built up over the years was suddenly unleashed in a wild orgy of sadistic lust.
He felt his throbbing cock jerking erect at his loins and adding a new sensation to the insanely erotic feelings that surged through his slender body. He had to shove his cock into some warm part of her body right now ... had to once again relieve the terrible ache that was building and threatening to blast his swollen cock and balls apart.
Moving with lightning speed, he pulled his fingers out of her tortured cunt and moved up over her trembling body, straddling her and trapping her arms under his weight. His massive prick pulsated just inches from her face and she could see ever obscene detail of the awful organ. Rope-like veins pumped heated blood up and down through the huge shaft and the thick rubbery cockhead glistened threatening. She shuddered at the thought of her own excrement clinging to the massive column of flesh, and she imagined she could smell the pungent aroma of his semen wafting down at her nose.
She clamped her jaws tightly shut, gritting her teeth and vowing not to open them even if he killed her. This was the ultimate degradation and she wouldn't couldn't ... willing cooperate in an act so depraved.
But Danny knew exactly what to do. He pinched her nose and shut it tightly with his fingers, laughing lewdly as her mouth suddenly flew open to gulp in the needed air. Before she could close it again he shoved forward and downward until the thick knobhead was aimed directly at her full, ripe lips.
AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGG!" the lovely young blonde shrieked, fighting the nausea that rose in her throat. She had never tasted anything so horrible as the flesh that was pressing steadily into her oral cavern. She struggled desperately but on and on it came, filling every inch of her mouth with male cock. Her jaws were being stretched beyond belief but there was no relief for her. There was a sharp clicking sound as her jaws expanded even more to take in the massive organ. Frantically she tried to use her tongue to keep out or slow the awful progress of his bloated cock as it raced toward the back of her throat.
Suddenly the thick, wiry hair was scraping her chin and she felt the obscene weight of his swollen testicles against her throat. Oh my God! she thought, I can't do this ... it's too horrible ... I can't! She realized that she wasn't getting any air into her lungs because of the thick cock choking her, and because of his fingers still clamping her nostrils tightly shut.
Shaking her head, she frantically tried to dislodge the lust-charged cock, succeeding only in allowing more of the rancid-smelling meat to surge back toward her throat. And now she was absolutely certain that she was going to die.
Jennifer O'Brien lay on her bed in the next apartment listening to the muffled noises and voices coming from Rosemary Willoughby's bedroom. She was a tall, voluptuous brunette with huge breasts and a willowy body that sent most men's pulses racing excitedly when they saw her.
Tonight she was dressed only in a sheer black nightie that was open in the front, baring her melon-like mounds and the dark tangle of her pubic curls. And she was also wearing a very disturbed expression on her lovely face.
The noises next door had awoken her a few minutes ago. At first she had tried to go back to sleep, attributing the sound to another argument between Rosemary Willoughby and her handsome husband. But she had sat up and pressed her ear to the wall when she remembered that she had seen Brad leaving the building with a suitcase in his hand. They had stopped and chatted a few moments on the front steps, and he had definitely told her he was leaving for the airport to catch a flight to New York. Strangely, when she put her ear to the wall she heard nothing. Telling herself that it must have been her imagination, Jennifer lay back down on the bed and lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke deeply as she thought about her lovely young neighbor.
As a part-time model, Jennifer had plenty of time to spend around the building's swimming pool. She had tried to get acquainted with Rosemary there, but the young wife had been shy and even a little embarrassed by Jennifer's uninhibited stories about her sexual adventures. As a consequence, she and Rosemary had never progressed past the point of superficial friendship. Jennifer recognized that Rosemary was as naive and innocent as she herself had been years before, before she had become hardened and sophisticated about men and life.
But she was reassessing her thoughts about the young wife now. Maybe the little bitch has a lover for when the old man goes out of town, she told herself lewdly. She knew she had heard something in the next bedroom, and that something sounded suspiciously like the noises of sexual frenzy. If what she thought was true, it wouldn't be the first time someone like Rosemary had concealed a raging passion beneath an appearance of total innocence. Almost all the females that Jennifer knew were screwing around on their husbands or boyfriends, she thought cynically, why not Rosemary Willoughby too?
Still, it did definitely seem out of character for the stunningly beautiful girl. And Brad had suggested on more than one occasion that his young wife was frigid. Jennifer had made it plain to the handsome husband that she was more than willing to make up for any sexual deficiency that Rosemary might have, but he had only blushed and changed the subject.
Suddenly she heard another sound, as if someone were screaming in pain. She leaped up again, pressing her ear to the wall once again. The scream was choked off as quickly as it had begun, but Jennifer knew that there was a man in the next room from the husky male voice that was speaking incoherently.
She had to find out what was going on over there, she thought, getting out of bed and slipping into a bathrobe. She was tempted to telephone the manager and ask him to come up, but she hesitated, not wanting to embarrass Rosemary if it were a lover in there with her. No, I'll just go over and have a quick look myself, she told herself. Jennifer had been around too long to be worried about herself. If something was happening in Rosemary's apartment that required the police, one loud scream from her would surely bring them quickly.
"What's the matter, bitch, need some air?" Danny Gorman asked in a low, guttural voice as he saw his helpless victim turning blue from the lack of oxygen. He pulled his fingers off her nose, allowing her to suck in life-giving air.
"NNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!" Rosemary yelped incoherently as the horrible mouth-impalement went on. Her mind reeled with horror and she kicked her legs out and dug her heels into the mattress to try and get leverage to dislodge the brutal youth.
Danny was excited to the point where all rational thought was gone from his lust-charged brain. He impatiently gripped her tangled hair with one hand and jerked upward so that another fraction of an inch of his cock slid into her mouth. Then, still holding her hair in a vice-grip of pain, he began ramming his enormous prick into her resisting oral cavern. Her teeth raked painfully against his huge male hard-on, making him groan like an animal but, oddly, Danny seemed to relish the sharp sensation, for his lewd ardor seemed to mount urgently, and his body quivered with masochistic joy.
He was all the way in now, the great heated shaft of his lust-swollen cock stuffed deep in the tortured young blonde's mouth, almost to the back of her tensely contracted throat. Then suddenly, with a low grunt from deep in his chest, Danny drove it forward again, plowing every last inch of his achingly alive cock deep into her throat. She felt his heavy balls smacking hard against her chin, and her nostrils flared involuntarily open in disgust at the putrid aroma of his genitals. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, this time from the helpless gagging and choking sensation caused by the lewd rotation of his cock's throbbing knobhead up against the roof of her mouth. Slowly he slickened the entire length of his prick with her warm, wet saliva and then began to fuck viciously in and out without mercy.
By sheer force of will, Rosemary was able to endure the degradation of his increasing strokes, relaxing her lips and thereby lessening the force of his brutal assault. She realized that by allowing herself to surrender totally-as she had done when he ass-fucked her ... she could spare herself additional torment. Sensing the beginning of her surrender, Danny relaxed his vise-like grip on her tautly-pulled hair.
Aware of the fact that she was totally helpless, the lovely blonde wife was grateful for even this small mercy. Once again she was a sexual slave to his raging lusts and there was nothing she could do except to give in to the savage rapist.
Surely he can't go on like this for long ... his stamina and lust have to run out sometime! she thought bitterly. No one ... not even someone so depraved as her attacker could maintain such a high level of erotic arousal for long! At some point his heated desire had to be sated.
But for the moment he was a demanding slave master and she his helpless victim. Rosemary tried to shut out the terrible horror from her mind and concentrate on other things. Involuntarily her own mouth began to suck at his relentlessly burrowing hardness with an insistent rhythm of its own, opening and closing wetly around the roughly intruding thickness. Her tongue was trapped underneath the massive shaft while her teeth scraped along both the top and bottom of his gigantic rod, pressuring it and sending fresh thrills running and surging through the rapist's madly thrusting loins.
The half-crazed girl was startled to find that she possessed an almost instinctive sense of how to please her attacker, for her sucking and the lewd, wet noises of her lips began to take on a rapidly increasing deftness ... partially born of her desperation to have the depraved act over with quickly ... partly out of a shameful desire to punish herself for allowing such a horrible thing to happen. Somewhere deep in her subconscious she seemed to draw a masochistic desire to punish herself even more than he was degrading and torturing her. The lurid need was rushing headlong into action, taking over her mind and body, functioning out of control. Suddenly grateful that she would survive, she allowed this barbaric aspect of herself to have full sway over her mouth. Then, in final and complete surrender to the lewd act she was being forced to perform, her alter-ego assumed total control.
Danny's heart was pounding like a jackhammer now as he fucked his cock into her mouth with ever-growing intensity, letting the sensitive head rasp harshly against the roof of her mouth. He moaned with bestial satisfaction as he pressed the lust-thickened rod of flesh as far back against the smoothness of her throat, sending shivers of lurid ecstasy coursing through his pumping loins.
Rosemary, her own sense of horror mounting rapidly and making her brain reel with shame and guilt, suddenly found herself bringing her tightly bound hands up to touch the exposed part of his hotly thrusting cock. Almost before she could stop herself little gasps of surrender began to rumble up from deep in her cock-filled throat as her overwhelming female instincts to please her lover became more and more attuned to the salacious rhythm of his eagerly thrusting prick.
Sensing her increased willingness to pleasure him, Danny's obscene feeling of total mastery over the lovely blonde swelled enormously and his body grew sizzling hot, every inch of his lean, hard-muscled frame flush with forbidden passion as he rammed his bloated penis almost maniacally into her greedily working mouth, shoving his tautly straining hips forward with barbaric strength and determination.
I've got to please him and get this over with! the lovely blonde's mind ordered ... and her lips obeyed. She was sucking hungrily now, enveloped in a strange and disturbing torrent of unwanted sexuality. A hotly tingling warmth raced through every part of her body and she was lost in the steady pounding of his thickly swollen, mouth-fucking prick, absorbed completely in helping the lewd rapist achieve his climax.
Incredibly, down between her creamy thighs, her pussy walls began to throb warmly in unconscious sympathetic excitement, growing wetly moist with perfumed secretions and salving the torn flesh where he had so brutally rammed his fingers. Her softly pulsing cuntal lips throbbed open like flower petals in the wind, the thin, hair-fringed edges of her cuntal mouth expanding and contracting as if his lust-bloated rod was actually fucking up into her pussy instead of her sucking mouth.
"Mmmmmnnnnnnnnnn," she moaned excitedly as she felt the new and exciting warmth spread outward from deep inside her pussy to make her thighs and stomach glow with perverted pleasure.
Her loins were now churning with extraordinary swirls of heated, lascivious sensuality. She flushed deeply with shame and horror at the thought of actually finding anything but total revulsion at this act. She could hear him groaning in wanton pleasure as he towered over her, his dirty jeans scraping her sensitive nipples into a straining hardness as he bucked his pelvis forward into her face with the steady force of a jackhammer, thrusting his wetly excited cock deeper and deeper into her now eagerly receptive mouth and throat.
"Oh, baby, suck it for me!" he squealed down at her, his saliva falling obscenely on her forehead. "Suck it, bitch, eat my prick ... make me come ... oh Jesus, that's it, blow my fucking nuts for me!"
He knew he was going to come soon, for his heavily slapping balls were churning with a deep aching sensation. Knowing that the moment of triumph was not far off, he redoubled his fucking motions, thrusting his cock mercilessly into her mouth while the lovely blonde sucked voraciously at his cock like a feeding infant.
She knew that she had suddenly changed into a wanton whore, a gutter slut, and yet, as repulsive as her enforced sucking was at first, she couldn't help herself now. It was as if she were being drawn up in the vortex of an obscene hurricane.
His obscene demands began to thrill her in a way she had never imagined possible. There was nothing in her past experience to prepare her for the shock of feeling lust ... raw, naked lust. It was degrading and shameful, she knew, but the very perversity and inescapability of the situation was exciting her beyond belief! She was being forced to suck the lust-swollen cock of a brutal stranger and she was enjoying it! Actually loving it! Hot moisture was seeping wetly out of her helplessly contracting cuntal depths, trickling shamelessly down her inner thighs. Her clitoris was alive and throbbing passionately for the first time in her memory. It burned like wildfire, devouring her, making her brain reel with confusion and desire. The unfamiliar sensations were tearing her apart with their intensity, making her weak with humiliation for her wantonly awakened sexuality.
It was mad ... insane! How could she take any pleasure in her own brutal mouth-rape? Even her torn and bruised ass-hole was a constant reminder of his savagery ... of what he had already done, and of what he might do again!
"I'm going to come, you cock-sucking, bitch!" he grunted. "Suck it harder ... wrap those fucking lips around my prick and suckkkkkkkkk!"
With a power that seemed unbelievable, a thick jet of white scalding liquid burst from his quivering cock and exploded against the back of her throat.
At first the intrusion of thickly heated male semen shocked the brutalized young wife ... the force of its eruption making her choke and gag. But as gush after lewd gush of madly jetting white sperm filled her bloated oral cavern, she knew she had no choice but to swallow it down or drown in it. Amazingly, as she gulped it down, she found the overwhelming sense of barbaric pleasure returning with a force that shocked her. Soon she was draining her vicious young attacker with a deep, sucking urgency that made him growl with delight.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the copiously-flowing male semen slowed and then was over. Danny let his softening cock slide out of her mouth and then rolled off her and lay panting on the bed.
"Jesus, baby, that was great ... just fucking great!" he said-at last, coming up to rest his body on one elbow and stare at her humiliated face.
Rosemary couldn't face him now that it was over. She blushed deeply, slowly wiping a disgusting string of sticky come from her lips with her hands, feeling faint and ashamed for what she had just done. A gnawing warmth still spread through her lower body and she had a delicious tingling sensation in her gaping cunt. Despite the torrent of animal passion that he had forced her to feel, she had not climaxed, and she had to fight to keep from plunging her fingers up into the warm wetness of her cunt and trying to finish what he had started.
Slowly, however, the warm glow began to fade from her and she stared up into his face ... his sweating, animal-like face with the smugly curled lips and the expression of cruel triumph. She was still bewildered by what had happened to her, still filled with self-hatred for responding so eagerly to his attack. She closed her eyes tightly to shut out the leering face of the brutal youth who sprawled next to her on the bed.
"You don't fool me, bitch," Danny said as he saw her close her eyes and blush. "You enjoyed sucking my cock. You ain't no different than any other cunt ... just show 'em a good stiff prick and they beg you to gobble it for you!"
You dirty bastard! How dare you! Rosemary's brain screamed silently. How dare you shame me like this and then say that to me! But she knew deep in her aching cunt that he was right ... that most women were exactly like that when confronted by a hard male penis. But she couldn't admit that to him! She opened her eyes again and looked up at the smiling youth.
"Will you please go now?" she asked in a whisper.
For a moment there was a stunned look on the boy's face, as if he couldn't believe his ears. Then a burst of mocking laughter exploded from his lips.
"Leave you now?" he snarled. "Are you jiving me, cunt? I ain't going nowhere! This fucking party is just getting started. You think I'm some kind of fruit who can only fuck a couple of times a day? Not on your life, baby! I can screw as much as I want! And I'm going to fuck that beautiful little ass-hole of yours again!"
The horrified, ravaged girl could hardly believe her ears. She had done exactly as he had ordered. She had let him sink his revolting cock into her mouth and spill his seed there. Now, despite that monumental horror; he was going to continue to abuse and torture her! She knew she couldn't take any more without going crazy!
Exploding with rage, she brought her bound hands up and began beating against his chest with all of her strength, screaming angrily at the same time ... shouting obscenities that had never passed through her lips before.
Suddenly both their bodies stiffened as the front doorbell began to ring.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Who in the fuck can that be?" Danny asked in a fear-filled whisper, clamping his hand over Rosemary's mouth to prevent her from screaming out her misery. He could see the alarm clock on the bedside table and the hands told him that it was much too late for a visitor.
Rosemary watched, wide-eyed and wary. The ringing came again, this time followed by loud raps on the door.
"Well, who the fuck is it?" Danny repeated, relaxing the fingers that covered her mouth just enough for her to answer, but ready to clamp over her lips quickly again if she screamed. "Who, damn it, who?"
"I don't know," she replied. Her mind was racing with hope. Maybe it's Brad, she thought irrationally. Maybe he missed his plane or just decided to come home!
"Okay, bitch, then let's you and I go see, huh!" he whispered, getting up from the bed and half-carrying her toward the front door of the apartment. The bell was ringing again, this time more insistently. Someone wanted in very badly, he thought, and he would have to figure out some way to thwart them.
His hand was still clamped tightly over her mouth, her hands and ankles still bound, so she didn't represent any danger to him at the moment. The danger, when it came, was from outside ... from the unknown person who was now loudly knocking on the door and threatening to wake up everyone in the building.
As they approached the door he was delighted to see the little round 'eye' sunk into it at head level. At least he would be able to see who it was now. He held Rosemary tightly and peered through the hole, startled to see a lovely brunette woman standing outside the door. The dark-haired female was dressed only in a thick robe, and she was staring intently at the door, her hand raised to rap again.
"Who the fuck is that?" he whispered to Rosemary, shoving her in front of the door and letting her look out through the peephole.
He heard her give a gasp of recognition.
"It's Jenny from next door," Rosemary gasped without understanding why her neighbor should be pounding on her door at this hour.
Desperate, fear racing through his body and mind, Danny tried to think what to do. It was now obvious that the girl on the other side of the door wasn't going to give up until she woke up the whole damned building. If he didn't stop her there would be heads poking out of other doors soon and people wanting to know what was happening. He had to do something right fucking now!
"Okay, bitch, you fucking asked for it!" he scowled, pulling Rosemary away from the door and grabbing the rope that was still tied around her neck and jerking it. "Listen, cunt, I'm going to open the door for a minute. You just stand there and keep your goddamned mouth shut or I'll strangle you, understand?"
He gave a vicious jerk on the rope to emphasize his words, causing the agonized young wife to wince with pain.
"Y-y-yes," she stammered, thinking that she was about to be rescued. Somehow she had to let Jenny know what was happening to her.
Danny turned to her with his hand on the doorknob.
"Remember, cunt, not one fucking word!" he warned.
With a swift movement he pulled the door open slightly and jammed his body into the space, effectively blocking any view of the apartment from the outside.
"Who in the hell are you?" Jenny O'Brien demanded of the slender, sharp-faced youth who confronted her. She could see that he wore neither shirt nor shoes, and that his whole appearance suggested something decidedly unsavory.
"I'm just a friend," Danny stammered warily. "Yeh, that's it, I'm a friend of Rosemary and her husband. What do you want?" The dark-haired neighbor scowled incredulously. One thing was very certain ... neither Rosemary nor Brad would have any friends like this creep!
"I want to talk to Rosemary," she insisted, trying to push the door open further but finding his whole weight behind it.
"She don't feel good," Danny pleaded, his whole body shivering with fear. "You're the broad who lives next door, right? Well, she'll talk to you tomorrow. Listen, I gotta close this door now ... it's late."
"Just a minute, buster, I want to hear that from Rosemary herself!" Jenny cried out, using all of her strength to hold the door open. Her voice was hard and there was more than a hint of implied threat in her voice.
Danny's hands and legs grew weak as he faced the determined woman. There seemed to be no way out of his dilemma except by letting her come in. She obviously had no intention of just taking his word for anything. And she probably would return to her apartment and immediately telephone the police. Jesus H. Christ! he thought in desperation, I wonder if I can take care of both these cunts? The terrified young blonde was one thing, but Jenny looked as if she could take care of herself.
"Open up right now and let me in!" Jenny demanded, pushing harder against the door. She stood on her tiptoes and tried to see over his shoulder. "Rosemary? Are you all right, baby?"
"Fuck!" Danny exploded, enraged at the woman's persistence. He suddenly stepped backward and let go of the doorknob, causing the door to fly open and Jenny to fall into the apartment as the support was suddenly taken away from her straining hands.
"Hey!" she cried out, sprawling onto the floor and watching, wide-eyed, as Danny slammed the door shut behind her. "What in the fuck is going on here?"
"Shut your fucking mouth, cunt!" the enraged rapist hissed, dropping to the floor beside her and raising a clenched fist to her surprised face. "Just keep your goddamned mouth shut or I'll belt you! You wanted to come in ... well, here you are, you dirty rotten bitch!"
He waved his other hand toward the cowering, terrorized Rosemary who stood a few feet away, her face a study of unqualified horror, her naked young body shivering with fright and shame.
"Rosemary!" Jenny shrieked, ignoring the youth's warning and leaping to her feet. She quickly crossed the floor and took her naked young neighbor in her arms. "Oh, baby, has this bastard hurt you? Has he, honey?" She suddenly turned and stared at Danny Gorman, her eyes blazing with hatred. "You dirty cock-sucker! I'll kill you ... I'll tear your goddamned cock out by the roots if you've hurt this poor girl!"
Her rage was genuine and she had no thought for her own safety. The only thing that mattered was protecting the innocent young neighbor from this creepy youth. It seemed obvious now what had happened, and she was determined to stop it immediately. But she could see from the way Rosemary stared at her with uncomprehending eyes that it might already be too late to save the girl's sanity.
Danny was terrified, but not deterred by the enraged words. He stepped closer to Jenny and Rosemary, brandishing his sharp pocket knife at them.
"You will, huh?" he said with more bravado than conviction, suddenly enjoying the excitement of this additional danger. He couldn't help but be aware of the fact that he now had two beautiful women at his mercy. He felt his limp cock springing back to life and beating painfully against his jeans as he stared at them. "Listen, cunt, if you really want to help your friend here you'd better not threaten me!"
As he spoke an obscene smile played across his thin lips and he let his eyes wander up and down over Jenny's shivering body, wondering what erotic delights lay beneath the thin robe.
"I'd just as soon kill both you cunts than look at you!" he warned ominously. He was lying, but they had no way of knowing that. "Of course, if you both play along for a couple of hours I'll split and let you alone. All I want is some more fucking before I go. How about it, ladies?"
The two lovely women could only stand and look at the corrupt youth with disbelief written all over their faces. Apparently it wasn't enough for him to have raped and brutalized Rosemary Willoughby. Now he wanted to ravage both of them!
Rosemary could feel her neighbor's warm body pressing against hers comfortingly, and suddenly she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to tell someone what had happened to her ... had to make Jenny understand that she hadn't been at fault ... that it was all the perverted youth's doing!
Ignoring Danny Gorman, she began to gasp out all the things that had happened since he had broken into the apartment and surprised her in the bathroom. Her beautiful face was flushed with misery and despair as she tried to find words to adequately describe the deranged youth's savage attacks on her defenseless anus and mouth.
The dark-haired neighbor listened with mounting horror as the awful words tumbled out of Rosemary's mouth. Oh God! she thought to herself, it must have been awful for her! It was apparent now that Rosemary had been almost completely naive about the more sophisticated ways of achieving sexual satisfaction. The thought of the naive girl having to undergo such monumental cruelty as ass-rape and forced sodomization of her virginal mouth was shocking. She swore silently to herself that she would get even with the cruel youth, no matter how much it took in terms of time or effort. Somehow he had to pay and pay dearly for having driven Rosemary Willoughby to the very brink of madness with his sadistic cock!
"You rotten mother-fucker!" she cried out at Danny Gorman when Rosemary had finished the lurid tale. "With all the young cunts running around today just asking for someone to fuck them, you pick on someone like her! How goddamned sick can you get?"
It was Danny's turn to become enraged and he raised a clenched fist. "Don't lecture me, cunt!" he snarled. "I take what I want ... I don't ask nobody, get it! And don't give me any shit about your goody-goody friend here. She almost went nuts when I stuck my cock into her mouth. Man, she chewed my knob like a real pro! I've had blowjobs from experts and, believe me, she's no amateur giving head!"
He grinned lewdly at the erotic memories of the way the young blonde wife had sucked the semen up from his aching balls and then gulped it down eagerly. She can't shit me! he thought, she loved it!
For a moment Jenny was uncertain as to who was lying. The brutal youth's words tumbled out too easily for him to be boasting. Perhaps she had misjudged Rosemary. It wouldn't be the first time that an otherwise innocent woman had been turned into a raging nymphomaniac by a rapist's hard cock. But she quickly dismissed the lurid notion from her mind as she heard Rosemary gasp in horror.
"It isn't true!" Rosemary cried out, blushing deeply, trying to put out of her mind the truth about how she had changed during the course of her brutal mouth-rape. She would never admit something so disgusting and degrading! "I was only ... only trying to-- ... to get it over with quickly!"
Jenny patted her friend's naked back to comfort her as she tried desperately to think of some way out of this horrible predicament. She could see the rapist's huge prick jerking and throbbing again and she knew that they didn't have much time to waste.
"What in the hell do you want from us?" she asked, stalling for time. "If you were smart you'd just leave now and get as far away from here as you can before my boyfriend comes over to find out what happened to me."
It was a desperate gamble. Jenny had been alone in bed when she first heard the noises in Rosemary's apartment. There would be no one coming to save them.
For a moment Danny Gorman looked as if he were going to believe her story. His face whitened and he glanced quickly toward the door of the apartment, his fingers tightening on the handle of his knife.
"You're lying, you dirty cunt!" he screamed at her, his saliva splattering over her face. "There ain't nobody over there, you sneaky bitch! If there was, he'd of come with you. Goddamn you, I should slit your fucking throat for lying to me!"
He took a step closer to the trembling women, the look of sudden despair on Jenny's face telling him that he had been right-she had been lying to him about the boyfriend.
His mind was alive now with erotic thoughts of screwing the brunette's ass-hole as he had done with his first victim. By God! he'd teach her who was master here!
"You ever had a good hard cock shoved up your bumhole?" he demanded of Jenny. "You ain't like your friend, are you? You been around plenty!"
Jenny blushed deeply at the insulting tone of voice and the threat. The truth of the matter was that she had offered up her ass-hole to men to fuck. There were few things possible to do with the human body that she hadn't done. But that was different ... that was willingly ... yes, even eagerly! To be cruelly brutalized by some deranged rapist was something else again!
She could hear him taunting her and she hated him with a passion that was usually alien to her nature. Christ! she thought bitterly, why are there so many fucked up people in the world?
"What are we going to do?" Rosemary whispered, pressing her burning face against Jenny's shoulder. "I don't think I can take any more, Jenny."
The dark-haired model knew suddenly what she must do ... if only to preserve the young blonde's sanity. She would have to offer up her own lovely body to his lewd and obscene lusts in order to save Rosemary from total destruction. Despite the revulsion she felt for Danny Gorman, she knew that she could take it. After all, she rationalized, will it be any different than some of the things I've already done in my lifetime.
Danny watched the voluptuous brunette intently. He could see that she was almost naked under the loose robe she wore. The idea of cruelly stripping off her covering and baring her nakedness made him all the more excited. The more he thought about it the more swollen his massive prick became.
"Well, what's it going to be, cunt?" he sneered, watching her face. "You want to watch while I corn-hole this broad again? He paused and let the obscene thought sink in. "Or would you like to take her place?"
"No!" Rosemary cried out, gripping her neighbor's body more tightly. "Noooooooo! You can't do that ... please, don't make her do that! Leave us alone for God's sake!"
Danny was chuckling insanely now, his rough hand at his crotch, massaging the lust-bloated cock that pulsated there. He continued to stroke the swollen lump of hardened flesh as he walked toward the two frightened women.
"Shut up, baby," he snarled menacingly. "Your friend ain't afraid of getting a little ass-fucking. Why should you care?"
Jenny tried to steel herself for the ordeal ahead.' There was no guarantee that the deranged youth would be satisfied if she let him corn-hole her, but she had to take the chance and buy a little more time for them.
"It's okay, honey," she said soothingly to Rosemary, stroking the girl's trembling naked back. "He can't hurt me. I'm not especially proud of it, but I've let men fuck me in the ass, before."
"But, Jenny," Rosemary protested hotly. "He's an animal. He-likes to hurt and humiliate women! Don't let him do it ... let him kill us if he wants, but don't let him degrade us any more!"
But it was already too late for argument. Danny was pulling the robe and sheer nightgown from Jenny's magnificent body and devouring her succulently glowing naked flesh with his lust-fevered eyes. They bulged outward as he ran them up and down her deeply tanned legs and her smooth, soft thighs. His mouth watered suddenly when he saw the thick thatch of curly pubic hair that guarded her moistly quivering cuntal slit. Then he swept his eyes up over her flat stomach and onto the melon-shaped breasts that were more luscious than anything he had ever seen outside one of his pornographic magazines.
"Out of the way, baby," he said roughly, pushing the two women apart and running his hands over the twin half-moons of her tits, kneading and massaging the softness and cruelly pinching her already-hardening nipples until she had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from screaming.
"At least take me into the bedroom and do it," she pleaded, wanting to spare herself and her young neighbor the final obscenity of having the impending ass-rape out here in the front room.
"Please, I don't want her to have to watch!"
"But I do!" Danny giggled. "Shit, you don't think she wants to miss a show like this, do you? Look at her face, she can hardly wait to see my cock splitting your tight little ass-hole!"
As he spoke he reached down around her body and spread her lovely buttocks open with his hands, pressing his hardened cock into her stomach and rotating it sensuously. He let the calloused fingers run over the smooth flesh of her stomach and then around to her buttock-crevice, then plunged them full into the moist valley without warning, frantically searching for the tiny puckered opening there that cringed before his onslaught.
"No! I don't want her to watch!" Jenny shrieked, more out of embarrassment than pain. She could feel his ragged fingernail against her contracted ass-hole and she could hardly stand the humiliation. It was obvious now that he was completely insane and would spare her none of the brutal agony that he had inflicted upon Rosemary.
With a swift movement that made her scream with excruciating horror, Danny shoved his middle finger deep up into the buttery depths of her rectal canal, straining past her tightened rectal sphincter with a savagery that surprised her.
"AAAAGGGHHHHH!" she wailed, trying to pull away from the impaling finger. But he held her tightly against his body as he wormed the probing finger around in the pain-filled channel, scraping at her inner-flesh and grinning at her humiliation and agony.
"Your ass-hole ain't as tight as hers," he complained, crooking the tip of his finger so that she would suffer even more. "But, then, you've had it stretched before, huh?"
Bitter tears sprang up in her eyes and flowed hotly down over her flushed cheeks. The pain was now so great that she couldn't answer him. Every straining nerve of her luscious flesh seemed to be seared with horrible agony. She knew that he was reveling in the pain and degradation he was inflicting upon her, and she struggled against showing him just how much he was hurting her.
"Stop it! Oh God, stop it!" Rosemary screamed.
Without taking his finger out of Jenny's ass-hole, Danny pulled her toward Rosemary and when he was close enough he let go of his victim's waist and cupped his free hand. Stars exploded in Rosemary's head as the calloused hand struck her face, sending her reeling backwards. She hit the wall with a horrible band, then slipped down onto the floor where she lay sobbing uncontrollably.
Then, before Jenny could make any movement, he pushed her down onto the floor alongside Rosemary. His finger was still stuck far up inside her lower bowels, probing and scraping at the tender rectal passageway. He knelt behind her, battering her trembling buttocks with his bloated cock.
The brutalized girl knew there was no other way to save her neighbor except by yielding to the rapist's savage demands. If she didn't allow him to sodomize her ass-hole he would only turn his attention to Rosemary. She gritted her teeth as she felt him mauling her tender thighs with one hand. There was nothing she could do except to lay here and take whatever came, to kneel in abject degradation before her attacker and pray that it would be over quickly.
He was giggling uncontrollably as he poked and probed at her thighs and cunt. His cruel fingers were everywhere at once ... digging, pinching, nipping her whole crotch. She cried out suddenly as she felt him take her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and press down brutally.
"Oh jesus, no, stop it ... you're hurting meeeeee!" she wailed, knowing that her screams of pain and outrage would only encourage him to even greater obscenities, but unable to stop herself.
But Danny ignored her pleas and went on with his deranged caresses. He was excited beyond the point where he could control himself any longer. The sight of the trembling, horrified girl only made him want to hurt her more. His massive cock was jerking and banging against her ass-cheeks, the heated shaft an angry red color. Dried bits of semen and Rosemary's excrement clung to the tremendous pole, making it glisten evilly as blood surged through the thick, rope-like veins along the length of male meat.
"Get it over with, you sick bastard!" Jenny screamed, unable to stand much more of the terrible pain that was ripping through her body. Nothing could be any worse than this, she thought bitterly to herself, so let him get it over with quickly.
"In a minute, cunt," Danny snarled, lost in his own erotic nightmare. He knew he couldn't delay shoving his cock into her hairless little ass-hole much longer, but he wanted to prolong her suffering as much as possible. For a moment he considered stretching her ass-hole for his prick by using a broomstick or bottle in it. But he decided against that cruelty, instead using his own impaling finger to pull horribly at the resisting flesh of her anal ring.
Then, without warning, he pulled his finger out and shoved his cock between the crevice formed between her quivering buttocks, exerting a tremendous pressure on the tight little pinkish-brown opening that nestled there. The puckered hole strained against the angry purplish knob of his cock as if she were trying to shut herself tightly against his invasion of her bottom. His hands were now firmly gripping her hips, pulling them back slowly toward his raging cock as she struggled and kicked out without thinking about the consequences of her action.
"For God's sake," she wailed, "put something on your cock first! Get some vaseline or spit or something! You'll split me apart if you don't!"
He laughed at her, scorning the pain-relieving methods she suggested. "Screw that, bitch!" he snarled. "I want you to feel it ... I want you to feel every goddamned painful inch of my cock! When I get done with you, you won't be able to take a shit for a year without thinking about me!"
Suddenly he surged forward and buried an inch of his cock inside her tight elastic ass-hole-ring, causing the tortured opening to expand around the gigantic prick-shaft. Jenny thought for a moment she would go out of her mind with agony. She bucked and writhed up at him, her breath taken away by the savage impalement. He paused for a moment and then rammed hard again, this time forcing another two inches of his swollen rod inside her agony-seared rectum.
The barbaric rape of her ass-hole was like nothing she had ever experienced before. On those other times when a man fucked her anally, her partner had always been considerate of the pain, using a slickening agent to make the entry easier and almost without discomfort. Now it seemed as if her whole ass was being ripped apart by the massive male column of flesh and she wondered if his organ were really as large as it felt. She bit down on her lower lip until blood was flowing hotly down over her chin. It seemed almost impossible to her that she could bear the beastly ravishment without screaming loudly. She prayed that Rosemary would shut her eyes and ears to the agonizing sight and sounds that would surely follow.
Despite all her sexual experience ... even on those rare occasions when Jenny had participated in a . sandwich fuck with two male cocks jamming into her cunt and ass-hole at the same time ... she had never felt anything so huge in her body. Everything else was as nothing compared to the painful horror she now felt in her ass-hole. How could he be so big? she wondered in self-pity.
Behind her, Danny was watching his cock disappear between the kneeling female's buttocks, watching the thick, glistening shaft slowly and agonizingly sink past the ruffled pink hairless flesh of her anal opening. The puckered hole seemed stretched beyond all imagination but he vowed sadistically to widen it even further before he finished with the woman. You got yourself into this, he told her silently, remembering how she had refused to go away when she had the chance.
"like it, bitch?" he asked in a loud, sarcastic voice. "Come on and move that ass a little bit! Shake it! Shake it like the bitch in heat you really are!"
Only a few feet away, Rosemary lay on the floor and watched with horrified fascination as her young neighbor was slowly and cruelly sodomized by the insane rapist. There was nothing she could do to help, but that fact didn't make her feel any less responsible for Jenny's plight. She groaned in sympathetic unison with her friend as Danny shoved forward and pressed more and more of his heated pole into the reluctant receptacle of Jenny's ass-passage.
"Oh JESUS!" the distraught, pain-ravaged brunette shrieked helplessly as he suddenly lurched forward and buried the gigantic rod deep into her torn and tortured bottom, pushing with all of his might to skewer her helplessly.
She was yelping and twisting desperately to escape the torrid, searing flames of agony that accompanied the excruciating pain in her whole lower body. She could feel her lower intestines being jarred and strained horribly by the monstrous prick and for a frantic moment she thought he would kill her with the dreaded cudgel.
The grinning, chuckling youth felt his balls slap against the tender inside thigh of the kneeling girls leg, and he began to sadistically build an in-and-out rhythm, perspiring heavily as his cock pulled out of the sodomized ass-hole and then brutally lunged forward again to bury the scalding column of male meat in the ravaged hole. His prick felt as if a thousand tiny fingers were massaging the heated length, milking out the warm juices that were making his balls ache with lust.
Then, miraculously, the pain began to subside as Jenny's insides were rewarded with the first drops of his oozing pre-come, lubricating the dry passage and making it easier for her. The tight elastic ring of her anal sphincter was still contracting wildly around his massive shaft, but she slowly relaxed and worked with him instead of against the cruelly thrusting cock. Her intense hatred for the youth was no less than it had been before, but she knew from bitter experience that in order to survive a woman had sometimes to pretend a passion she didn't feel. The only sensation she felt now was a dull, throbbing ache that was like menstrual cramps.
"Fuck back, you dirty bitch! Fuck back ... shake that ass and show me how much you love to have your ass-hole reamed out!" Danny screamed at her, his desire at a fever pitch now that he had two women to pleasure his frantic lusts. His mind was in an erotic turmoil from the unexpected dividend that Jenny's ass-hole provided and he couldn't believe his good fortune. "Oh, yeh, cunt, that's better ... aaaaahhhhhh ... squeeze my cock, honey squeeze it good and tight for meeeee!"
Jenny could feel him rearing back and then lunging forward, repeating the obscene movements over and over again. Even though there was still nothing approaching pleasure in this detested act, she found herself surging backwards to meet the powerful thrusts. On and on they went until she thought she couldn't stand another minute of it before she was driven completely out of her mind by his insatiable quest to stuff her ass-hole full of his disgusting cock. How long could he keep fucking me? she wondered bitterly. If what Rosemary had told her was true-and she had no reason to doubt the young wife ... the rapist had spewed his stinking juices into her at least twice before Jenny arrived.
Once or twice she thought she detected an unwanted spark of response building in her body involuntarily as his lust-swollen balls slapped erotically up against her nakedly upturned and gaping cuntal furrow, but each time the sensation was lost in a new attack on her ass-hole that was even more savage and painful than the last.
Danny suddenly gave a little grunt of triumph and pulled the dark-haired victim's body backwards, snaking out his legs at the same time until he was lying on his back, his cock still buried deep in her ass-hole, her body now resting on his, her long, lovely legs on either side of his obscenely sprawled body as he fucked upwards into her rectum. She was squatting over him and he still held her hips tightly with his calloused hands, urging her down onto his jerking prick.
"What are you doing?" she asked through the tears of pain and humiliation that were spilling down over her cheeks.
"I like this position better, bitch, so shut up and start fucking again!" he yelled up at her, thrusting his lower body upward to skewer her more deeply. Jenny was shocked to find herself staring into Rosemary's misery-contorted face. She tried to signal the young wife that it was all right ... that she could stand the horrible debasement and pain. She was grateful when the blonde finally turned her face away.
"Turn around now, bitch, I want to play with your tits while I screw your tight little ass-hole," Danny ordered, his voice hardening. "Hurry up, damn it!"
For a moment Jenny didn't know what he wanted of her. She was pumping up and down, forcing his immense cock in and out of her bruised and lacerated anus. What more could he want? Then, suddenly, she realized that he wanted her to turn her whole body so that she would be facing him ... facing his cruel and sadistic grin.
With a groan of abject self-pity, she tried to lift one leg and pull her body around. But it was no use. There seemed to-be no way to comply with his obscene demand. She felt like an amateur contortionist as she tried to figure out how to obey him. Finally, after one last try, she gave up and pulled herself completely off the rampaging cock, feeling a cool rush of merciful air soothing her bottom as his prick left the sticky confines of her ravaged ass-hole. There was a loud sucking noise and then his screams of rage.
"You fucking bitch!" he screamed, slapping and pummeling her body brutally as she tried to cover her helpless flesh. "I told you not to take my cock out! Damn you, get it back in ... now ... NOWWWWWW!" Afraid that he would lose control and kill her, Jenny tried as best she could to lower herself down over his shit-smeared cock again. She felt him striking her about the face and shoulders with heavy jolts that made her want to scream in anguish. His massive prick was once again splitting apart her buttocks as she pushed downward, trying desperately to force the fiery pole once again up inside her burning, torn ass-hole. A tremendous pressure filled her whole lower body and she groaned in agony as the huge purplish tip entered her rectum for the second time.
"Shove it down ... that's it ... hurry, get your ass down over my prick!" he screamed, sweat pouring off his face. He had stopped slapping her and was now kneading and pinching her voluptuous breasts without regard for the excruciating pain he was giving her.
"Ohhhhhh ... that hurts ... hurts terribly," she whimpered as she felt her body being split apart by the iron-hard rod of flesh that was now deep within her rubbery rectal canal. There seemed to be no end to his sadistic cruelty. Without warning his hips shot up in the air and his fingers increased the pressure on her swollen, bruised tits, causing a wave of pain from her breasts to her crotch.
Jenny tried desperately to lean back to ease the terrible pain, but Danny pulled her toward him, increasing her misery. Her damply quivering pussy was now rubbing sensuously up and down over his jeans as he jammed his cock in and out of her ruptured ass-hole, and Jenny was startled to feel a slow warmth building in her cunt as her meaty little clitoris, hidden away in the folds of delicate cuntal-flesh and silken strands of pubic hair, began to strain involuntarily down. Even with the awful pain in her breasts and ass-hole, she couldn't help the obscene arousal that was building in her pussy. Try as she might to fight the flashing sensations of pleasure, she couldn't help but increase the pressure of her cunt on his pelvis.
"Faster, baby, I want to come now!" Danny shouted up at her, painfully rolling her swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
The lewd words only added to her feeling to total humiliation and degradation. He didn't care about her pleasure, she knew. All he cared about was the disgusting semen about to explode out from his swollen testicles!
She groaned again, her mewling sounds shocking even herself. And this time the groans were urgent signals to his madly-pumping body that she wanted more and more of the lust-inciting massaging of her cunt against his body. She began to shake her ass as it came down, moving her pelvis in little circles to get the maximum contact with his hard flesh. The stubby knob of her swollen clitoris was poking erotically out from its hooded home, hardening sensuously, thickening involuntarily as heated blood rushed to fill its nerve endings.
"Mmmmmmnnnnnn ... oooohhhhhh ... " she moaned, afraid to look down at the smugly grinning face of her tormentor to see the look of triumph that she knew must be there.
Danny was smiling lewdly as he thrust up into the woman's tortured ass-hole again and again, feeling a tremendous pressure building in his tortured balls. As much as he wanted to prolong this rapturous ass-fucking forever, he knew that there would be only a few minutes more before his cock spewed out his sticky juices deep in her lower bowels.
Her dark hair flying around her face as she labored frantically over the youthful rapist, Jenny was almost out of control now. She tried to keep the humiliating groans of rapture from escaping her full, ripe lips, but she heard herself incoherently urging him on. His lust-engorged cock sunk deep into her forever-stretched ass-hole and was adding to the ecstasy she felt in her gaping cunt as she ground her swollen clitoris down against him.
Oh God! she screamed silently, don't let him come before I do! She was a trembling mass of pleasure-maddened flesh, fighting to find her own orgasm while he continued to ram his cock brutally into her ass-hole without regard for any pleasure but his own.
His hands were still mauling her naked breasts, pulling and pinching, scraping the flesh raw, kneading and groping at the little hardened nipples until the rubbery stubs were tingling with masochistic desire.
"Here it comes, bitch ... here it comes!" he suddenly shouted, lurching upwards one more time to bury his massive prick far up inside her writhing bottom.
He tensed, then torrents of scalding male sperm exploded inside her rectum while she continued to grind her clitoris down against his hard pelvic bone, searching desperately for the final tightening of her own pussy that would signal her climax. But it was too late for her. Grunting like a rutting animal, Danny pulled her down over his body and began giggling sadistically at her desperate plight.
Suddenly, without warning, his cock began to deflate. In a moment it was slipping out of her ravaged ass-hole-even though she tried desperately to clench her anal muscles and keep it in place.
"No ... not yet!" she wailed, unable to control her raging, insane lust any longer. She had to have him back inside her so that she could share the rapture of sexual climax. She had to feel his gigantic prick filling her crotch with its heavy meat.
Frantically she reached down between their bodies and grabbed the come-and-shit-smeared prick in her hand and tried to guide it toward her throbbing cunt. The slimy liquids that lay along the shaft made it slippery and she felt him pull away again, leaving her maddeningly frustrated.
"Beg me for it!" he taunted, realizing what she wanted. "Go on, bitch, beg me to fuck you!"
The obscene words only made her more determined to have her revenge on the youth. How could he be so cruel? she wondered. How could he sodomize her and then giggle crazily at the awful torment of leaving her unfulfilled?
"Please ... please," she whispered, hoping against hope that Rosemary Willoughby wouldn't hear her final and ultimate degradation. "Oh God, don't torture me like this ... I Want you to fuck me now ... I've got to have it!"
He continued to laugh insanely as her fingers finally found his cock again, circling it, pulling at the slimy flesh, trying to force it into the gaping wetness between her quivering, trembling thighs.
She was staring directly into Danny's face now as she struggled to get the worm-like cock into her pulsating cunt. Suddenly she saw the look of sadistic amusement on his features turn to shock, then alarm.
"No ... no ... don't hit meeeeeeee!" Danny screamed, his putrid breath blowing in Jenny's face and almost turning her stomach as she watched uncomprehendingly.
He bucked violently upward, throwing Jenny's body off his own, causing her to land on the floor in a tangled heap.
"Please ... don't ... don't ... AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" he screamed again, his words trailing off in a sickening moan as another sound echoed around the room ... the sound of his skull breaking!
Jenny rolled over and looked up, her eyes widening with horror as she saw Rosemary Willoughby bending over the brutal youth's unconscious body, a heavy crystal vase in her hands. The base of the vase was covered with blood-Danny Gorman's blood!
"Bastard! Bastard!" Rosemary was shrieking as she brought the vase up in the air again and smashed it down onto the youth's head, making another sickening noise as gore and bone chips and matted hair splattered around the room. "You hurt us ... you hurt Jenny and I! I'll kill you!"
Then, with a piteous groan that sent Jenny scrambling frantically to her feet, the beautiful young blonde's eyes closed as she fell to the floor unconscious.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was two days later and Brad Willoughby and Jenny O'Brien were sitting in her apartment. The distraught young husband still hadn't fully recovered from the shock of being summoned home by the police to find his wife in the hospital, her attacker almost dead from the blows Rosemary had inflicted upon his head with the heavy vase "Oh God, I never should have left her alone!" Brad moaned in despair. "I hope to Christ that rotten prick dies! If he doesn't, I'll find some way to kill him myself, I swear I will!"
"Hey, you've got to relax, honey," Jenny said soothingly, running her slender fingers up and down his violently trembling hand. "It's all over with, Brad. The only thing that matters now is getting Rosemary back in shape to face the world again. What did the doctor and the police say?"
"She's still under heavy sedation, but there's no reason to think she won't be all right," he sighed bitterly," ... physically, that is! The doctor doesn't know if she'll ever recover psychologically.
As far as the police are concerned, there won't be any publicity or charges against her even if Gorman dies. If he lives, he'll be in prison or a mental hospital for the rest of his life. The brain damage was pretty extensive, I guess."
"Yeh, I can imagine," Jenny said quietly, her stomach still queasy when she thought about the rapist's shattered skull. She wanted desperately to reach out and take the unhappy young husband in her warm arms, to comfort him and make him see that he and Rosemary had to pick up the pieces and go ... despite the trauma of her brutal rape. And yet there was something holding her back. She couldn't trust herself to touch Brad just now-the throbbing, aching need she felt in her moistly quivering pussy might get the better of her.
Jenny had been more dramatically affected by her own treatment at the hands of the vicious youth than she dared to admit. Her whole body had been afire with something bordering on sexual hysteria ever since the attack, her cunt burning for relief from the gnawing hunger there. As soon as the prolonged police questioning had ended, the luscious young brunette had locked herself in her bedroom and masturbated frantically, trying desperately to quell the insane and insatiable lust she felt.
But it had done no good. The more she remembered the brutal experience of having Danny Gorman's gigantic prick about to slide powerfully up between her creamy thighs ... about to plunge into her gaping cuntal-wound and extinguish the flames of passion which he had inflicted upon her helpless mind and body, the more she wondered if she weren't slightly crazy herself!
No woman in her right mind could undergo such a perverted experience as rape and enjoy it, she thought. No, enjoy wasn't the right word: When she had been kneeling over the disgusting youth's body with his cock stuck far up in her ravaged ass ... when her desire-swollen clitoris had been rubbing frantically back and forth over his pelvis while he sodomized her ... Jenny had been almost out of her mind with lust! She had actually begged and pleaded with the youth to rape her cunt ... to shove his half-hard column of shit-and-come-smeared flesh into the gaping depths of her pussy and put her out of her misery!
And there had been no relief for her from the raging fires of crazed and insatiable lust since Rosemary Willoughby had brought the heavy vase down upon the rapist's skull and ended their orgy of vicious sexual cruelty.
Somehow, at whatever cost, she had to find relief or go mad! She looked over at the young husband, noting with satisfaction that his eyes were closed with weariness, his head resting back against the couch. Letting her eyes slip surrepticiously down over his stomach and come to rest at his groin, she gasped silently at the bulging outline of his huge cock under his trousers. The pulsing and throbbing between her damply churning thighs became even more pronounced making her shiver with shame at the thoughts racing around in her mind.
"Tired, Brad?" she whispered, fighting down at the lewd and shameful considerations which were making her stomach weak with frantic desire.
"Yeh, I guess so," he replied weakly. "I haven't had much sleep since I came home. Maybe I should go home and try and catch a couple of hours before I go back to the hospital."
He winced involuntarily at the thought of entering his own apartment ... the scene of his beautiful young wife's horrible torment. As if reading his mind, he heard Jenny's voice telling him that he could use her bedroom to rest ... that the memories in his own apartment would be too painful for him.
Without waiting for a reply, she stood up and took his hand again, pulling him to his feet and leading him toward the coolness of her bedroom.
"Come on, honey," she whispered. "I'll give you a nice back-rub to relax you and make you sleep. You'll feel much better, I promise you."
There was something strangely disconcerting to her voice, but Brad attributed it to the strain of what the beautiful brunette had been through. It still surprised him that Jenny hadn't been affected by the vicious rape in the same way that Rosemary had, but he knew that she was much more worldly-wise than his innocent young wife.
"You get undressed and hop into bed," she coaxed him when they stood in the darkened bedroom. "I'll just get some talc and telephone the hospital and leave this number if they want to reach you, okay?"
Brad shrugged, already slipping out of his clothing as Jenny turned and left the room. For one moment he wondered if it weren't wrong ... perhaps even dangerous ... to be alone with the gorgeous neighbor like this. But he quickly put aside his doubts at the sight of the comfortable bed in front of him. She's just trying to be helpful, he told himself, slipping under the covers and stretching out on his naked stomach. She understands what I'm going through-she's just trying to help!
He was sleeping soundly when Jenny returned to the bedroom. She looked down at his naked body for a moment, a pained, disappointed look on her lovely face. Then, a lewd smile replacing that expression, she stripped off her clothing until her lushly magnificent body was completely naked. She continued watching the sleeping man as she ran her frantic hands up and down over her succulent, naked flesh, caressing and massaging her meaty little nipples into a tingling erectness, then snaking the slender fingers down over her trembling stomach to the furry triangle of pubic hair that covered her pussy-mound.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh," she whimpered aloud when her fingertips touched the dilated, warm lips of her cunt and brushed aside the fluted hood that covered her swollen, lust-charged clitoris. "Mmmmmmmnnnnnnn ... aaaahhhhhhhh!"
And then, without taking her fingers away from her suddenly wet cunt, she climbed into bed beside Brad and slipped under the covers.
The young husband was dreaming troubled dreams. Awful, painful images of his beautiful young wife and the rapist flashed across his mind and made him turn and groan in his sleep. He could see every detail of their bodies-Rosemary's pure and innocent, the rapist's hard and obscene as he struggled to shove his prick into the naive girl's cringing ass-hole.
Suddenly, inexplicably, the disordered scenes in his mind changed. Now the rapist was gone, leaving only his lusciously naked wife's body in front of him. There was an expression of lewd invitation on her beautiful face ... her full, ripe lips parted, her eyes blazing with barely concealed lust as she spread her thighs apart for him and beckoned him closer to the bed upon which she lay.
The closer he got to the exciting spot, the more clearly he could see the plump, pinkish cuntal lips flowering open for him, beads of dewy feminine pussy-juices glistening on the velvety flesh. In his dream he was naked and he could feel his prick harder than it had ever been in his life ... massive and erect, gigantic!
Rosemary reached out and encircled the swollen rod with her fingers, caressing the bloated shaft as she brought her lips closer to it, cooing softly, moaning with desire.
His heart was pounding violently against his rib-cage as her lips parted and her tiny pink-tongue-tip snaked out to eagerly lick at the scalding male meat. His hands went down to the sides of her head, holding her tightly as she continued to oval her mouth excitingly. Then, without warning, Rosemary slipped the warm, wet cavern of her mouth over the steaming head of his prick and began sucking him as if her very life depended upon it!
It was the most glorious moment he had ever known!
He stood in the erotic dream by her bed, his prick filling every inch of her sensuously-working mouth, his legs trembling with desire and lust, his heavy balls filled to overflowing with his hot sperm about to explode.
He could hear himself groaning and urging her on, his soft voice mingling with the obscene slurping sounds she was making as she sucked his turgid prick.
And then he woke up!
He lay there for a moment cursing the fact that he had awakened, his stiff cock still full of wildly tingling sensations of lust. But his eyes flew suddenly open when he realized with a shock that someone was sucking his prick!
"W-w-what in the hell's going on?" he cried out, trying to lift his head from the bed. Oh my God! he said silently when he saw Jenny's dark-haired head bobbing up and down on his bloated column of cockflesh.
She looked up and winked, never missing a beat with her fevered tongue and lips as she struggled desperately to bring his prick to full erection. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her succulent body totally naked as it hunched over his groin. Every time the beautiful girl brought her lips down to the slick base of his cock, her melon-like breasts touched his thighs, sending warm surges of maddening desire racing through his whole body.
This can't be happening! he told himself, wondering if he were still asleep. But he knew instinctively that he wasn't ... that he was wide awake and having his gigantic cock chewed over by the gorgeous neighbor. There was no hesitation or inhibition in the way her mouth raced up and down over his pole. She was thoroughly loving what she was doing ... and she was an expert at oral sex!
Brad's hips were humping up and down in lewd rhythm with her oral ministrations to his prick. Low groans of building pleasure filled his throat and spilled out his lips. Ever since his marriage to Rosemary he had tried to convince his young wife that oral lovemaking wasn't dirty or sinful, that it was one of the most wonderful ways a man and woman could give pleasure. But she had never allowed him to sink his throbbing cock between her lips ... had never allowed him to spread her legs apart and thrust his own heated tongue up between her succulent pussy-lips. It seemed bitterly incongruous that he had to find this kind of rapture with the beautiful neighbor ... a girl he barely knew.
Suddenly, just when he thought his testicles were going to explode with ecstasy, Jenny pulled her lips away from the steaming organ and snaked her body up alongside his, a lewd smile on her face.
"Jesus, don't stop," he begged, his voice charged with lust and frustration. "Please, don't stop now!"
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, nuzzling his chest with her fevered lips, throwing one long beautiful leg over his hip and grinding her succulent cunt against his pulsating prick. "I want you to shove this big lovely cock up into my pussy and make me come ... make me come like I've never come before! Oh God, honey, screw me nowwwwwww!"
Eagerly excited by her lewd words of command, he grabbed the quivering melons of-her buttocks and pushed her over onto her back, then brought his mouth down against hers, kissing her red wet lips as hard as he could. He felt her hand slither down his side and reach between their bodies to enfold around his throbbing prick. God, she was hot, really turned on, he thought, quickly lifting her buttocks and pressing the moist warmth of her hair-covered pussy against his twitching thigh. He heard her moan, then felt her pull the rubbery tip of his saliva-covered cock to the open pinkness of her trembling cunt and suddenly jerk her hips toward him, sucking his long, hardened rod of scalding flesh into the smooth clasping channel of her cunt.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH!" she wailed, almost completely overwhelmed by the deep and fulfilling girth of his prick in the velvety depths of her pussy. Her fingernails dug deeply into his shoulders as she squealed and began to undulate her hips upward, pressing her hair-covered crotch tightly against his loins, sinking his cock deeper into her quivering belly.
Hearing her excited yelps of passion, he began to wriggle his buttocks, making his cock swirl and rasp the smooth, contracting walls of her wet passage, feeling the needle-like pricks of electrical sensation course through his throbbing cock. She was twitching and writhing beneath him, gripping at his cock wildly with the well-trained muscles of her cunt, straining every inch of her sex-starved body for the spasms of lust she so desperately needed. She wanted to come quickly ... to feel the explosions of wild ecstasy racing through her pussy-flesh, then to come again, and again, and again!
He pushed downward, burying his toes in the mattress and sinking every last inch of his throbbing prick in to the furthest depths of her clenching, hair-lined cuntal channel, making her scream with ecstasy.
"Oh Jesus, it's so good ... so gooooooood!" she wailed, squirming and throwing her hips frantically, grinding her sharp pelvis against the hardened bone of his groin. "Fuck me, baby, drive it home ... fill my cunt with your prick ... oh God, make me come!"
With a growing rhythm he began to plunge and withdraw his pulsing organ from her nakedly squirming pussy, feeling the contracting muscles of her aching slit pull and suck wildly for more of the lust-inciting pole of male flesh boring into her. His breath was rapid and gasping as he drove the long, thick rod in and out again and again, all the time wishing that his lovely young wife could exhibit even a fraction of Jenny O'Brien's insatiable lust. The girl was screaming now, begging for more and more of the rapture-giving cock, pleading for him to hammer-home his gigantic cock and make her come.
Her gasping cries of passion were driving him mad as well, and he slipped a finger down to the crevice of her ass and began teasing the puckered elastic ring of her anus to make her squeal even louder. Probing harder, he felt her suddenly relax her rectal sphincter, allowing him to easily slip his finger into the warm, yielding depths of her bottom-the same rectal canal which had been so brutally ravaged by the young rapist only two days before. But Jenny seemed not to mind. Instead of crying out with agony, she screamed more loudly, bucking wildly as he probed deeper into her hairless little hole, oblivious to everything but the torturing finger in her ass and the pummeling cock driving brutally into her insatiable cunt.
He fucked harder, taking his free hand and moving it around to grasp the base of his massive prick, stuffing more of the scalding cock-flesh into her pussy. He felt her engorged cuntal-lips contracting wildly around his prickmeat, holding him tightly, then drawing him in even deeper.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she wailed frantically beneath him, her arms jerking limply at her sides and her rubbery, useless legs flailing helplessly. Her mind was an endless series of flashing lights and piercing shocks. There were only seconds left now until she would feel the blood-filled muscles of her cunt begin to roll like waves in the ocean, heading for the rumbling crashing orgasm she had wanted so desperately. She was on fire, ready to erupt.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she suddenly screamed, bucking upwards, wrapping her long lovely legs around his back and holding him tightly to her wildly twisting cunt as the exploding spasms of climax raced madly through her tortured body.
And Brad, spurred on by her screaming orgasm, suddenly came with lightning speed, shooting hot jets of white sticky come deep into her desperately clenching cunt.
And as he came, he could almost close his eyes and imagine that it was Rosemary instead of Jenny O'Brien beneath him. At that moment he would have given anything in the whole world to be able to inspire the same passion in his beautiful young wife!
Rosemary Willoughby wasn't aware of the first time she realized that her husband Brad and Jenny O'Brien were having an affair. The knowledge just grew slowly, fueled by the unmistakable clues they left for her ... the way Brad looked at the stunning brunette with such lust in his eyes, the way he was always running over to her apartment to help her fix something or other, the way he would jump to volunteer to take her shopping or on errands that seemed to take hours.
At first Rosemary just shrugged off the lewd thoughts and doubts that plagued her, blaming them on her lingering mental problems from the recent, horrible assault on her mind and body.
Surprisingly, she was making a good recover from the trauma of her ass-and-mouth-rape. Only rarely did she think about that awful night when her world was suddenly turned so brutally upside down by Danny Gorman. Brad being at home every night helped, of course. He had insisted that his company transfer him to duties that would require no travel and, in his defense, he did everything possible to help Rosemary forget the nerve-wracking episode.
Danny Gorman hadn't died from her attack on his skull with the crystal vase. But neither would he ever fully recover his senses. He was now in a State Hospital far from the scene of his violent crime, and the police assured Rosemary and Jenny that he probably would never stand trial obviating the need for them to go through the cruel ordeal of recounting their story for a criminal jury.
When she finally admitted to herself that Brad was, in fact, having some kind of sexual affair with Jenny, Rosemary wanted to kill them both for betraying her. But she didn't say anything to either of them, forcing herself to remain silent in the face of the mounting evidence of Brad's adultery.
The handsome young husband hadn't touched her since she had come home from the hospital. At first she had been grateful for that small mercy, but as the weeks went on she became restive and puzzled by his lack of desire for her body. And those moments of secret shame during her degrading rape when she had actually felt some spark of desire! How she had brought her hands up and touched his gigantic prick while the massive rod pummeled her mouth! She blushed deeply at the horror-filled memories of how some strange and alien power had taken over her mind and body to force her to give the vicious youth what he wanted of her!
Brad no longer slept in her bed. While she was in the hospital he had installed a single bed in the small bedroom for himself. "It'll be better this way," he had told her when she protested. "The doctor said you might have bad dreams and feel threatened if I slept with you."
That had been a lie, of course, she realized now. The only reason he didn't want to sleep with her was to spare her the stink of Jenny O'Brien's cunt on his body! But she had said nothing, preferring to sleep alone, drugged into insensibility and dreamlessness by the powerful medicine the doctor prescribed for her.
Her feelings for Jenny O'Brien were ambivalent. She recognized how the beautiful neighbor had tried to spare her further torture that evil night, and Rosemary would be eternally grateful to the brunette. Perhaps she's just trying to help me now, Rosemary mused, help me by allowing Brad to use her body instead of mine! Brad must surely have told Jenny about his wife's frigidity. Add to that the horrible assault and Jenny might have seen the adultery as a positive favor to her!
Slowly, however, she reached the point where she knew she couldn't take any more of Brad's indifference. Even the torture of his painful sexual advances would be preferable to him ignoring me, she thought bitterly.
And so she decided to end the affair between Brad and Jenny as quickly and as painlessly for both of them as she could. Brad would have to make a choice ... either stop seeing Jenny, or else! There was no room in their marriage for a third person ... not when that person was usurping Rosemary's conjugal rights!
Brad had been restless and out-of-sorts that night when Jenny decided that the time had come for him to return to her bed. The day had been a bad one for him at the office, and all he could think of was getting his lovely wife into bed with a strong sleeping pill and then joining Jenny O'Brien in her apartment.
The handsome young husband knew that something was bothering his wife, but he ignored the danger signals, anxious for the ecstatic hours of violent lovemaking that the luscious neighbor had promised him.
"Honey, I think we'd better have a talk about ... " Rosemary began after supper, " ... about our sleeping arrangements. I don't think it's right for you to sleep in that small bed all alone. I want us to sheep together again."
"Why don't we talk about it in a month or so," Brad said nervously, wanting to change the subject. "You know what the doctor said ... if you get one of your nightmares and woke up and found me in bed with you, you might think it was that ... that dirty bastard that hurt you."
"I don't have nightmares any longer, honey," she said quickly. "Besides, it isn't right for married people to sleep apart. Oh, Brad, I want so much to feel your strong, warm body next to me at night ... to know that you're there protecting me! Please, darling, don't lets fight over this."
There seemed no way for Brad to refuse something so important to his wife, and so he nodded reluctantly. Damn! he thought, this is going to make it harder for me to slip out at night. But even that wouldn't be impossible as long as Rosemary continued to use those powerful sleeping pills.
"Okay, honey, I guess it'll be all right," he said with a sigh of surrender. "As long as that's what you want."
"Thank you, darling," she cried out happily. She had won the first round easily, she knew, but the second wouldn't be so simple. Steeling herself, she continued, forcing herself to stare directly into Brad's eyes. "There's something else, honey," she said, her nervousness rising rapidly. "I want us to move away from this building. There are too many painful memories for me here. I want to get away from this city altogether!"
"What?" Brad cried out, shocked in attention. "What in God's name are you talking about, Rosemary? Okay, so we'll get another apartment in the neighborhood ... but I can't just up and leave my job and move away. Jesus, baby, you don't know what you're saying!"
The thought of having to leave the hot-cunted sexpot next door made him tremble with anxiety. For the first time in years he was getting all the cunt he wanted-having his prick sucked, fucking Jenny in the ass when that tempted him, screwing until he was bone-weary but happy! Rosemary was out of her mind to think he'd leave all that and just pick up stakes and move!
"The company has offices in other cities," she replied calmly, forcing the issue. "You told me yourself that you could transfer to Chicago or even San Francisco if you wanted. Please, darling, it's tremendously important to me! Say you'll think about it at least!" Brad agreed, fighting for time to think. There was no way in the world he was going to give in to his wife on the matter. Jenny had become too important to him.
Suddenly he was very tired. He stood up.
"Listen, honey, I've got to go down to my car and get my briefcase. There's some very important papers I've got to check over tonight. Why don't you take a sleeping pill and get to bed. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"
There was no doubt in Rosemary's mind that Brad wanted to rush next door and tell his slut-lover what Rosemary wanted of him. Let him go, she told herself wearily. But tonight there would be no sleeping pill. She would be wide awake in bed waiting for him.
As she had suspected, he didn't return immediately. Rosemary stripped off her clothing and took a long, lingering bath, then dressed herself in her sheerest, sexiest nightgown and got into bed. Her Whole body was tingling with excitement as she lay waiting for him. Even her nipples were stiff and sensitive to the way her nylon nightie brushed sensuously against them. Somehow she had forced herself to spread her lovely legs apart for Brad, to pretend a passion that she didn't feel, to use her pussy in the way that every married woman from time immemorial had done.
She was still wide awake when he returned almost an hour later. He seemed surprised to see her waiting for him, and a nervous, embarrassed expression flickered across his face when he saw that she had taken the sheets and blankets off the small bed he normally used.
"Are you sure it isn't too soon for this, honey?" he asked, watching her shake her head in reply. Damn! he thought angrily, first Jenny turns me down tonight, and now this! The beautiful neighbor had refused to allow him to come to her bed until she was sure Rosemary was sound asleep and out of the way. Despite Brad's lewdly impassioned pleas, she wouldn't change her mind. Now, without Rosemary knocked out by the sleeping pill, it might be three or four o'clock before she drifted off.
He took a quick shower and climbed into bed beside his beautiful wife, suddenly aware of the way she was dressed. Ever since the attack, Rosemary had worn neck-high flannel nightgowns, as if she were afraid to expose any part of her luscious young body. Now she was dressed in the most revealing nightie she owned, a thin wisp of black silk that did more to expose than conceal her succulently ripe breasts and creamy flesh. Involuntarily his limp cock began to harden with desire as she turned off the bedside lamp and turned to face him.
"Make love to me, darling," she whispered in a husky, emotion-charged voice, squirming her almost naked body close to his hard flesh and pressing her swollen breasts against his chest. "I want you to, Brad ... it's been so long ... too long!"
Startled, he found his body stiffening against her soft flesh. This was entirely unexpected, something that he thought would never happen again. Even before the brutal rape his gorgeous wife had been frigid. By every standard she should have been totally terrified by fucking after that horrible experience.
"Please, darling," she was pleading as her nightie fell apart and she pressed the pulsing warmth of her furry pubic mound against his leg. He could feel the throbbing wetness of it on his own flesh, feel the meaty nipples scraping along his chest, feel her spicy breath blowing in his ear. "I want it, Brad!"
Suddenly Jenny O'Brien was forgotten as a smile of triumph flickered across Brad's handsome face.
He had no idea what had happened to his wife, but he wasn't going to argue now with her lewd and erotic offer of her magnificent body.
Before he could reply, Rosemary's trembling hand slipped eagerly down between their bodies and encircled his gigantic penis, fondling it, caressing it, massaging the heated column as if it were the thing she most wanted in the whole world.
"Oh, baby, that feels so damned good," he moaned as flashes of liquid fire surged through his straining loins. "Make your hand tighter, honey, ooooohhhhhh, that's it ... Jesus, aaaaahhhhhh ... "
His moans of rapture grew louder as she threw one leg over his hip and straddled him, bringing her own excited body upright so that she was sitting with her smooth buttocks on his thighs, her hand still tightly wrapped around his massive cock and pumping erotically up and down.
The only light in the bedroom came through a small space where the window's drapes came together. But it was enough to allow Brad Willoughby to see his wife's voluptuous body over him, her melon-shaped breasts gleaming sensually, her thickly aroused nipples jutting erotically out from the dark areolas. Her eyes were half-closed, her full, ripe lips parted enough so that her tiny pink tongue-tip projected out a fraction of an inch.
She looked suddenly like the most desirable female in the whole world.
Her gaping cuntal-wound was throbbing and pulsating against his thigh, staining his flesh with her powerfully-scented juices, sliding back and forth along the hard muscles as she pressed down to allow more contact of her awakening clitoris with his skin.
"Don't you want me, darling?" she asked in a whisper, increasing the pressure of her fingers along the thickness of his swollen cock.
"You're goddamn right I do!" he exploded, reaching up to take one of the bloated breasts in each hand and knead the smoothly quivering surfaces excitedly. At the same time, he thrust his pelvis up to meet the insistent strokes of her hand, squirming and writhing around, moaning softly as the desire began building in him and threatening to blow his loins apart. "Christ, baby, that's all I ever wanted!"
The young blonde beauty smiled triumphantly as she forced herself to play out this perverted charade. There was no real desire in her luscious body, no sexual arousal, no burning need for her husband's huge prick to split apart her gaping pussy and bury itself deep up inside her belly.
But the shameful game was important to her as anything she had ever done ... or would ever do! She fought down the faint sensation of fear in her stomach, determined to go through with the despicable lie she was acting out for Brad's benefit. Somehow she had to convince him that she had changed ... that she was as much a living, breathing, sexual being as the gorgeous neighbor. Strangely enough, the touch of his heated flesh against her own was not unpleasant as she had thought it would be. And her tight pussy did seem to be filled with an unfamiliar warmth. His fingers were eagerly racing over her breasts now, making the tingling nipples ache pleasantly as she gripped his warm prick-spear and masturbated it for him.
"Make love to me now, darling," she moaned in mock passion, praying that he wouldn't discover her deception.
Brad grunted in assent and let go of her breasts, snaking his strong hands down to close over each hip and pull her forward until her glistening, fur-covered cuntal slit was pressing against the scalding heat of his prick-shaft.
They had never fucked in anything but the missionary position, and Rosemary was suddenly confused and frightened as he tried to raise her bottom slightly in the air and force it up over his steaming cock.
"W-w-what are you doing?" she whimpered, feeling the sizzling heat of his prick-meat nuzzling against the furry mouth of her pussy.
"I want you to fuck me from on top," he groaned, pulling her buttocks down and letting his gigantic rod slip between the dilated lips of her cunt. The touch of his rubbery hardness sent a shiver of anxiety racing through her whole body. Her hands were no longer wrapped around his prick, but she remembered how huge it had been, and she was suddenly frightened at the prospect of having that massive cudgel thrusting up into her defenseless body.
"No, let's do it the other way," she pleaded, feeling her pussy-muscles starting to contract in fear and apprehension. "Please, darling, we've never done it this way before!"
The lust-charged husband ignored her whimpering pleas and held her hips steady for a moment, then, without warning, he yanked them savagely downward, spearing and impaling her body on the monstrous shaft, causing her to cry out in agony at the fearful pain he was inflicting upon her.
He knew in his heart that he should have been more gentle with his shivering wife, but he was at a fever-pitch of desire that drove everything but his own mounting passion from his mind. He groaned with ecstasy as the tightly gripping channel of her cunt closed down around his prick, then began moving his pelvis back and forth in a frenzied dance of lust, stuffing more and more of his organ up into her quivering orifice.
"No ... no ... it hurts me," she squealed, suddenly and shockingly taken back to that moment several weeks ago when she had felt the first horrible pain of Danny Gorman's gigantic prick splitting her anus apart. "Stop ... stop ... oooohhhhhh, you're hurting meeeeeee!"
But her pleas were having no effect on him. While she wriggled and writhed in a vain attempt to evade the oncoming prick, he continued to hold her tightly by the hips and fill the tormented cuntal-cavern with more and more of his scalding meat. Now he was all the way inside her.
She fiercely tightened her pussy as she fought to expel the cruel invader, but it was useless. With tantalizing slowness, Brad began to fuck up into her cringing pussy-depths, each painful thrust stretching the tightly clenched walls of her cunt a bit more.
RoseTnary felt as if she were being torn apart by his penetrating hardness. She could hear his lewd groans and heavy breathing as he rotated his pelvis frantically up against her helplessly skewered body, forcing his rock-hard penis further up into her painfully cringing depths and hammering at her sensitive cervix. She felt as if she were being ripped to shreds as he ground his hips back and forth, back and forth, brutalizing the tight, vainly resisting walls of her pussy with his demanding pressure.
But there was more horror to come.
One of his hands slipped off her trembling buttocks and down into the crevice of her ass, searching frantically for the tightly puckered little rectal opening that lay nestled in the shadowy crack. He was almost out of his mind with naked lust now, a lust that he would have been sharing with the gorgeous neighbor had not his wife insisted upon this assault upon her own body. A smile of obscene pleasure played across his lips as he slowly began to explore her widespread anal split with his fingers while his cock hammered up into her painful cunt.
Rosemary shuddered, mortified and ashamed. Brad had never touched her there before. Only Danny Gorman had done that! She wanted to shriek out her agony, to scream at her lust-charged husband to stop before he drove her crazy with the horrible memories of her recent ass-rape. Instead, she closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth as his probing fingers moved over the fearfully trembling crevice to her bowels. Suddenly she felt him lewdly exploring the desperately clenching little opening. Oh God, no ... no ... no! she wailed silently, not that ... not that!
Then she was consumed with a stinging shaft of excruciating pain as he began to worm his outstretched finger slowly up into her defensively puckered rectal depths.
"Stop it! Stop it, please, Brad!" she pleaded, her pussy and rectum now filled with his burning flesh. She had never known such pressure there before. It was as if two red-hot knives were being forced up into her stomach at the same time. Beads of perspiration popped out on her forehead and dripped obscenely down onto his chest.
But there was no mercy there!
As soon as he had involuntarily touched the puckered opening his mind was filled with thoughts of raging torment. That bastard of a rapist had fucked her there, he thought bitterly to himself, had soiled her forever, had ruined what was Brad's own property. He knew rationally that it hadn't been Rosemary's fault, but in his suddenly deranged mind he couldn't think of anything but the way his innocent young wife had knelt before her vicious attacker and offered up her virginal ass-hole to the youth. Now all the doubts he had harbored in the back of his burning brain for weeks suddenly erupted , with savage fury. Maybe she had done something to encourage the youth, he thought wildly. How could he be sure that Rosemary hadn't somehow led the boy to believe that her ass was his for the asking? Things like that happened before, he told himself.
He was still pumping furiously up into the delicious depths of her tight cunt, his massive prick hard and throbbing with lust, his breathing heavy and labored now as he widened the burning depths of his wife's rectum with his finger.
"Oh, Brad," Rosemary moaned piteously, trying to pull away from the impaling twin thrusts, her face burning with shame and humiliation as he fucked up into her with his cock while his finger continued its disgusting probe of her tortured rectal canal. "Please don't do this tome, darling!"
"What's the matter, baby?" he asked sarcastically, his brain reeling in confusion and anger. "Does it remind you too much of your boyfriend's prick?"
Horrified, the distraught young wife's body went rigid at the cruel words. What was he talking about, she wondered, what boyfriend? Suddenly she realized what he meant. He was talking about the rapist who had so savagely attacked her that misery-filled night!
"You're crazy!" she shrieked down at him, her eyes flashing with deranged rage. "How can you say something like that? I was raped ... raped, do you hear me ... RAPED!"
Tears of shame and hurt rolled down her hotly flushed cheeks. He was accusing her of the most terrible thing in the world. She had been the innocent victim of a savage assault, and yet Brad was acting as though she had been caught in adultery! It was monstrous, a cruel and ironic trick being played upon her shivering mind and body!
But he was too filled with self-pity now to listen to her moans of anguish. Holding his finger far up inside her burning ass-hole, he used his other hand to hold her hips steady as he began to hammer at her cunt with his cock. The savagery of his renewed attack surprised them both. His prick was like a jackhammer, battering at her, splitting her wounded pussy apart, tearing at her womb like some demented devil!
She was only semi-conscious now, nearly overwhelmed by the pain and shock of his horrible accusation and attack on her helpless young body. Oh God, let me die! she pleaded silently. Let me close my eyes and never have to suffer like this again!
But just when she thought she could endure no more, a strange thing began to happen. As the excruciating punishment reached its apex and her strength and will to live ebbed, she found herself surrendering to the monstrous onslaught just as she had ultimately surrendered to Danny Gorman. She had no strength left, no will to fight off the vicious assault. With her total surrender to his mind-searing attack upon her helpless mind and body, a totally new feeling began to ripple faintly through her painfully impaled body. Unbelievable as it seemed, out of the burning humiliation and shame there arose a strange warmth and excitement that grew in her skewered crotch like nothing she had ever felt before.
It was as if her horribly pummeled body was beginning to melt in the wild, warm waves of undulating pleasure that mixed with the searing pain and produced an irresistible gnawing of unfamiliar desire deep inside the cock-and-fmger ravaged depths of her abused body.
OH MY GOD! she thought as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure began to surge through her cunt, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEEEE?
CHAPTER SIX
Despite the continued pain, the naked young wife's body's needs forced her to moan and grind her hips downward to force more and more of her husband's cock and finger up into her cunt and ass-hole. She dug her naked knees into the mattress and gritted her teeth, less in torment than in the beginning of a blind, overwhelming lust.
Her conscious mind still struggled against letting go completely, but her voluptuously kneeling body, jolted out of its lifetime of sexual inhibition by her husband's lewd and traumatizing attack, began to move slowly with his rapid thrusts, demanding satisfaction, urging him on, encouraging the vile debasement of her mind and body.
It was as if a hidden aspect of her personality, a wild and unbridled lewdness, buried deep in the remotest recesses of her subconscious mind was suddenly erupting with a dizzying speed. The pain had almost faded completely now and was being quickly replaced by an incredibly growing sensuality, an insatiable sexual hunger that bathed her whole body in overwhelming waves of heated pleasure. Every inch of her nakedly trembling young body was tingling with obscene passion as the confused young wife began moaning in desire-inspired delirium. Her head fell limply forward and her kneeling young nakedness began to thrash about in uncontrollable frenzy.
"Oh Jesus!" Brad groaned, his prick and his finger buried deep inside her twin orifices. He felt her squirm ecstatically above him and he knew that she was beginning to enjoy the wild fucking. Her moans had changed from those of pain and anger to sighs and grunts and screams of delight and obscene excitement.
I can't believe it! he told himself triumphantly. I'm finger-fucking her ass-hole and giving her the roughest fucking possible and she's loving it!
His thickly swollen prick drove deeper and deeper into her hotly clasping cuntal passage while his finger probed the inner depths of her ravaged rectum. White-hot sperm began to gather and surge in his balls, gathering like a pool of molten lava. like a madman, he rammed into his wife's now unresisting cock-stretched depths, and she met each hammer-blow with a lustful fury of her own.
Velvety flashes of heat surged through Rosemary's wantonly twisting loins. Her voluptuous young body trembled with raw animal passion as delirious thrills consumed her and mingled with the faint bursts of masochistically exciting pain. Her heatedly throbbing cunt began to grow moist in response to Brad's thick cock reaming it out, and from the way that his brutal, finger was pressing along the shaft-bottom through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her rectal canal.
Her rapidly clenching pussy pounded with lust, and she felt herself on the edge of a precipice, about to fall over into a bottomless pit of sexual delight.
"OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHHHHHH!" she cried out ecstatically as, with aching rapture, her wetly pulsating cuntal walls began to secrete their sweet female fluids down over the cockmeat that was stuffed so far up into her pussy. "OHHHHH GODDDDDDDD, DARLING, IT FEELS SOOOOOOOOO GOOD!"
The sound of her rapturous cries, accompanied as they were by her uncontrolled, passion-driven movements, brought her furiously pumping young husband to the staggering peak of his excitement. With a bestial cry of triumph, he slammed his prick and finger up into her nakedly squirming loins with the force of an unleashed hurricane.
"I'm coming ... I'm coming!" he screamed incoherently. His raging load of thick, heated semen exploded into Rosemary's violently clenching cunt in quick, convulsive spurts. Completely carried away by his raging lusts now, he poured a seemingly unending torrent of white-hot male juices up inside her boiling trench.
Rosemary felt as if steaming lava was squirting into her pussy and spreading throughout her shamelessly aroused body. But just as she was about to achieve her first explosive climax in perfect union with her handsome husband, his snarling words assaulted her like a punching fist.
"How do you like it, baby?" he shrieked sarcastically. "Was it as good as the reaming out your fucking young boyfriend gave you? Well, bitch, when I get down shooting my load, you're going to suck my cock like you did his! You hear me, bitch? You're going to SUCK MY PRICK!"
All her momentarily discarded defenses came surging back again, filling her reeling brain with a monumental sense of shame, degradation and horror. It was obvious now that Brad didn't believe she had been raped, or that she hadn't loved having her ass-hole and her mouth plugged by the rapist's disgusting cock! She was suddenly so overwhelmed with rage and self-pity that she began beating his chest with her clenched fists as the sticky white juices continued to fill her desperately throbbing cunt.
"NOOOOOOOOO! It's not true ... none of it is true, you rotten bastard!" she shrieked, her screams echoing around the room.
Brad made no attempt to defend himself from her heavy blows. He continued to thrust his prick in and out of her gaping cunt as his orgasm slowed. Then, with a sudden pull, he yanked his finger and his cock out of her ravaged crotch and pushed her body away from his own.
His nakedly perspiring young wife knelt at his side, her fists still beating a vicious tattoo on his body, her mind consumed by a black cloud of horror and frustration. She had been so close ... so damned close! And then he had to shame and degrade her with those horrible accusations! With an anguished cry of misery she suddenly collapsed on the bed and buried her face in the rumpled sheets and wept bitterly.
"You aren't fooling me, bitch!" Brad snarled, reaching over and brutally shoving her around on her back. She tried desperately to fight him off, but he was too strong for her. In a moment their positions were reversed. Now he was straddling her young body, his heavy flesh pressing down against her body and holding it to the mattress. His half-erect prick, come still oozing obscenely out of the tiny slit in the end, was resting against her chin as she screamed obscenities up at him.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted, saliva flecking her lips, her eyes glazed with hatred for the man who had abused her so cruelly.. "Damn you, what more do you want from me?"
"I told you, baby," he said in a low, throaty voice that was totally devoid of sympathy, "I want my cock sucked. Just like you sucked that kid's cock! Go on, open your mouth and eat me!"
Without waiting for her answer, he reached down and grabbed her twisted blonde hair with one hand and savagely yanked her head upward until his bloated prick was pressing against her lips.
"NftNNOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!" she squealed in horror and hatred.
His other hand went around Rosemary's neck, squeezing tightly, almost cutting off the air to her tortured lungs. "Oh, yes, you will, bitch!" he commanded. "Now open up and start sucking!"
She hated him, hated him more than any person alive ... hated him more even than Danny Gorman. At least the savage hadn't knowingly tried to destroy her mind as well as her body ... as Brad was! The bitter irony of the situation overwhelmed her. She had been on the brink of her first climax ... had willing, even eagerly, given play to her latent passions. And her reward had been mental abuse and torture from the man who claimed to love her! Brad was an animal, a no-good bastard who had been fucking her neighbor, a beast who was trying to destroy his helpless young wife as someone would squash an insect underfoot!
All right, you dirty bastard! she thought, her mind reeling with hatred for the handsome man whose prick was lying obscenely on her lips. You want your cock sucked, huh? I'll suck it for you! I'll suck your goddamned prick and then I'll drink your goddamned juices ... but it'll be the last time you ever torture me!
With a loud groan of despair, the beautiful young blonde opened her lips and forced them into a perfect oval. Before the throbbing rod slid between them she looked up into her husband's face and began cackling loudly.
"You think his was the first cock I sucked?" she asked between her fits of maniacal laughter. "Well, it wasn't, darling! What do you think I did to amuse myself when you were out of town every week? You poor, stupid fool! You miserable, stupid bastard ... AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!
Her words were suddenly stopped by the vicious thrust of his cock driving between her lips and to the back of her throat.
But she knew from the look of stupefied horror on his face that her lies had wounded him ... wounded him almost as much as his cruel words had done to her!
The next week was the most miserable one that either of them ever spent. Unwilling to spend another moment in the same apartment with her husband, Rosemary accepted Jenny O'Brien's invitation to move in with her temporarily. The beautiful neighbor's gesture wasn't entirely altruistic. For several weeks she had been trying to break-off her relationship with the demanding Brad Willoughby. She was tired of his jealous rages and the way he wanted to monopolize her every free moment. Now, with Rosemary encamped in the spare bedroom and acting as a buffer, Brad couldn't come near either of them.
The lovely young wife hated the idea of living with her husband's former mistress, but she had no other place to go. Until she could rearrange her life and get a job to support herself, she was trapped between dependency on Jenny or Brad and, since the latter was intolerable, she chose the lesser of the two evils. All she knew was that she had to get away, to find some way of supporting herself so as not to have to confront the horrible shame of her husband's irrational accusations.
The relationship between the two lovely women was, at best, strained. They co-existed in the apartment, but even conversation was difficult for them. And after the first few days of first pleading with his wife to return, then of darkly veiled threats, and ultimately of wallowing in self-pity, Brad left them alone.
The nights were especially bad for the distraught young wife. She would lie in her borrowed bed and relive those frightening memories of being so close to orgasm and then having her wild and uncontrollable passion so brutally crushed by his cruel words. During the long hours of insomnia she had discovered masturbation, but the auto-stimulation only increased, rather than lessened, her sexual frustration. Her cunt was rubbed almost raw by her frantic fingers, her puckered little ass-hole lacerated by her desperate attempts to recreate those wonderful moments of pure and total animal lust she had experienced at her husband's hands.
As the days continued her preoccupation with ultimate sexual gratification became total. She desperately wished she had someone to talk to ... someone who could help her understand the strangely overpowering thoughts that made her brain reel with shame. But there was no one. Finally, out of sheer hopelessness, she began leaving the apartment early every morning to look for work. Unfortunately, she had never held a job and her work skills were minimal if not nonexistent. The rejection of potential employers only made her more depressed and nervous. That, coupled with her raging sexual frustrations, threatened to turn the beautiful young woman into a haggard neurotic. Already she was losing weight and noticing the dark circles under her eyes.
"Look, honey," Jenny said one afternoon as they sat in the apartment and drank gin and tonics, "I know how badly you've been trying to get a job. I didn't want to say anything before now, but a friend of mine, a guy who owns a restaurant, needs waitresses pretty badly. Do you think you'd be interested?"
Rosemary blushed furiously, thinking that her hostess was subtly trying to suggest that it was time she faced reality and took the only kind of job that was open to her ... a menial, low-paying position as a common waitress.
"A waitress. job?" she asked archly, visibly shaken by the depressing prospect. The three drinks she had had made her light-headed and her speech slightly slurred. "No, I couldn't do that, Jenny. Something better will come, you'll see. I've got several prospects now for office work. I'm sure to get one of them. Then I can find my own apartment and move out."
That was an outright lie on her part. No employer was willing to take on a totally inexperienced woman ... one who couldn't even file or type.
"Sure, I was just trying to suggest something for you, that's all," Jenny sighed. The truth was that she was a little tired of Rosemary's continual bouts of depression and insomnia and, equally important, of the fact that she couldn't even bring one of her lovers in to spend the evening in her bed. Jenny had her own life to live, one that didn't include babysitting with Rosemary Willoughby. She promised herself that she would give Rosemary one more week and then firmly insist that the unhappy young wife find other quarters.
But the damage had already been done. Seeing the expression on Jenny's face, sensing the other woman's mounting irritation at sharing her apartment, Rosemary knew that she had to do something immediately. The gin had distorted her judgment and she got to her feet.
"As a matter-of-fact," she said stiffly, trying to conceal her hurt and self-pity, "I'm supposed to see someone about a job this afternoon." She dreaded leaving the security of the apartment, but she knew she had to get away before they began exchanging heated words. There was enough money in her purse for her to take in a movie and kill a few hours, she thought drunkenly.
"What kind of job interview would you go on at five o'clock in the afternoon?" Jenny asked suspiciously. "Hey, honey, don't go out now, it's almost dark."
"It's a job in a ... " Rosemary stammered, trying desperately to think of some appropriate answer, " ... in a bookstore! That's it! The manager of that bookstore over on Spring Street said to check with him again today. I'll probably get the job and be able to move out next week." And I'll pay you back for everything ... the food and my share of the rent ... everything!"
Then, ignoring Jenny's protestations, fighting back the tears of unhappiness, she quickly changed into a fresh skirt and blouse, applied fresh lipstick and ran a comb through her long, blonde hair, and left the apartment.
Walking along the street in the gathering darkness, Rosemary Willoughby wondered if her torment would ever end. She shivered in the cool night air, wishing she hadn't been in such a hurry to leave the apartment as to forget to throw on a coat or sweater. As her long, beautiful legs carried her toward Spring Street and the business district she wondered if she would have enough nerve to ask Brad for money. She hadn't seen him in several days ... not since she had angrily ordered him out of Jenny's apartment when he tried to convince her to come home. If she could just swallow her angry pride perhaps he would give her money enough to get an apartment of her own and tide her over until she could find a job.
Her body trembled at the idea of humbling and degrading herself by doing that. No, there had to be some other way out for her. Besides, she told herself bitterly, she wasn't at all certain she could face her handsome husband again without having her body betray her. He had been so strong and masterful that last night, so easily bringing her to the very peak of ecstasy before dashing her into the depths of despair with his unfounded and despicable slur on her character.
But the more she thought about it the more warmly her aching pussy throbbed with desire. Her nipples were fully erect and tingling, her knees weak with lust. Just to have that huge, beautiful prick ripping up into her swampy cunt again, to have his frantic hands digging into her hairless rectum and bringing her such rapture-oft God! she thought, blushing at the idea that one of the passersby might see the lust on her face-stop it, you fool, stop it!
She was almost ready to turn and retrace her steps back to the apartment when she heard a car pull up to the curb next to where she stood on the sidewalk, and a man's soft voice calling out to her.
"Hey, baby, you need a lift or something?"
She locked up angrily, her eyes blazing at the effrontery of the man who had spoken. She was no whore, no cheap hooker! she thought to herself, no matter how low she had fallen in the past few weeks.
Her eyes suddenly widened with shock as she found herself staring into the face of a youth who looked very much like Danny Gorman. She gasped, terrified for a moment that the vicious rapist had somehow escaped his confinement. But she could see now that this youth was younger and more attractive than the almost-illiterate janitor. Another youth sat behind the wheel of the late-model car.
"How about it, honey, you looking for a ride?" the youth repeated insinuatingly, his eyes taking in the swollen mounds of her luscious breasts, then sweeping down over her flaring hips to the long, beautiful-formed legs.
Rosemary wanted to scream at them to leave her alone, but something kept her from doing that. She gasped as she felt her legs stepping closer to the car. No! For God's sake, no! a silent voice in the back of her mind told her.
"I'm just going as far as Spring street," she heard herself say as she bent over so that her head would be closer to the car's side window. Her succulent breasts pushed invitingly and lewdly against the thin material of her blouse, a fact that obviously was not lost on the leering youth.
"Oh, yeh, well hop in then, we'd be glad to take you," the boy replied, grinning stupidly. He turned to his friend, the driver. "Wouldn't we, Vinnie?"
"Sure thing, Carl," the driver said with an equally moronic giggle. "Come on, baby, we'll take good care of you!"
The obscene words were perfectly clear to Rosemary. For a moment she hesitated, fear replacing the uncertainty she had felt a second before. The youths were in their early twenties, and she could smell the stale aroma of beer about them. The voice was pleading with her again, telling her to turn and run before it was too late! Instead of obeying her rational mind, Rosemary forced a smile and waited for the boy named Carl to push the car door open for her. She had to squirm her lush body past him to get into the back seat and she blushed to the roots of her silken blonde hair when she felt his beady eyes devouring her body. But she felt something else, too, a throbbing, pulsating fire building down between her creamy thighs, a raging inferno that was quickly spreading into the velvety interior of her dilated cunt, surging and tingling, sending shivers of lewd desire racing through her legs and stomach.
What am I doing? she wondered, her mind whirling with confusion and uncertainty. She had consciously gotten into the car with two strangers, two beery-breathed youths who might, for all she knew, be every bit as vicious as Danny Gorman.
Shockingly, that last thought didn't disturb her. If anything, it increased the wild sensations gnawing at her warm, wet pussy.
The youth called Carl swung around in his seat to face her as the driver started up the engine and swung away from the curb.
"You live around here, honey?" he asked in a husky voice as his eyes tried to drill a hole in her skirt just over her palpitating cuntal slit.
She nodded, forcing herself to stare at his attractive face. His nose was puffy, as if it had been broken at some point, and his lips were ripely sensual. But it was the eyes that interested her most. They had swung up now and were holding hers. Eyes that seemed to see right into the depths of. her tortured soul. Eyes that seemed to read her every obscene thought.
She could see that they weren't driving toward Spring Street, but she made no protest. It was dark now, the street lights just beginning to cut through the gloomy evening. Slowly, very slowly, Rosemary lifted one long leg and laid it across the other, pausing just long enough to give the lewdly staring youth a quick glimpse of the wet strip of nylon that covered her furry cuntal furrow. He reacted as if he had been struck in the face, recovering quickly as his breathing became more irregular. Then a smug grin split his full lips.
"You looking for a little action, baby?" he asked boldly.
"I ... I ... I don't know what you mean," she stammered in reply, wondering if her wildly throbbing pussy was going to blow apart from the intense pressure down between her legs.
"I think you do know, honey," Carl laughed easily, turning to Vinnie. "Hey, man, let's go up to that house we were at yesterday."
Vinnie glanced at Rosemary's image in the rear-view mirror and nodded excitedly, dropping one meaty hand to his groin while he drove skilfully with the other.
When Carl turned back to Rosemary again she could see that he was already hotly aroused. "Where are you taking me?" she asked quietly in a voice that sounded so different than her own.
"Me and Vinnie know a place where we won't be disturbed, honey," he giggled. "Any objections?"
She shook her head, crossing her legs again, this time giving him a few more seconds to view the wetly pulsating spot between her thighs. She was glad that it was dark in the car ... her face was blushing furiously, her whole body trembling with shame and humiliation as she thought of what she was doing. A whore! she thought to herself, that's what I am, a miserable goddamned whore!
In a few moments Vinnie was swinging the car into the driveway of a ramshackle old abandoned house. It was obvious that he knew the terrain well, because he drove past the front porch and around the side, braking the car by the side door.
"Here we are, lady," he laughed, pushing open his door and stepping out into the darkness. "Come on out, folks!"
As Rosemary stepped out onto the gravel drive, it was almost as if she were outside her own body and watching herself moving relentlessly toward self-destruction. Tall, thickly-foliaged trees and overgrown bushes surrounded them, making the house all but invisible from the street only a few dozen feet away. She felt Carl's rough hand on her arm, tightening there, pulling her inexorably toward the half-open doorway of the house.
"You're pretty cool, baby, I'll give you that," he murmured as his eyes swept down over her lush, trembling body. "Yeh, you're pretty fucking cool!"
She shuddered at the words, frightened half out of her mind by what she was doing. But there was no turning back now. Her cunt was on fire, burning and smoldering with lust, pulsing and throbbing out of control. Only the scalding hardness of a male penis could quench the inferno between her legs.
Vinnie kicked the ragged screen door open and held it for them, whistling appreciatively as he saw Rosemary's beautifully-formed body for the first time so close. His eyes widened in obscene anticipation when her swaying hip brushed against the bulging crotch of his dirty jeans.
As soon as they were inside the house, Carl let go of Rosemary's arm and quickly lit a candle which had been stuck in an empty wine bottle. Shadows suddenly flickered around the room, showing the shivering girl that they were standing in what had once been a bedroom. Plaster hung from the ceiling and walls, and dust and dirt were everywhere. The room was empty of furniture, and only an obscenely stained mattress on the floor gave evidence that the room had been used recently.
. "Oh, Jesus, Carl, what a pair of tits on this cunt," Vinnie said with an insane laugh, reaching out and planting one meaty hand on her swollen breast, kneading and pinching at the ripe mound beneath the thin blouse.
"Her ass ain't bad, either, man," Carl replied.
Suddenly Rosemary was more terrified than she had ever been in her whole young life. It was as if the youth pawing at her shivering breast had brought her back to reality.
She cried out in fright and tried to brush his hand away. "Nooooooooo!" she wailed. "Don't touch me, you moron! Get your goddamned hands off me!"
Both youths looked at her for a moment in stunned silence. Then Carl reacted quickly, moving closer and grabbing Rosemary around the waist tightly, holding her close to his lust-charged body, bringing his lewdly grinning face close to hers.
"What in the fuck is this, bitch?" he snarled. "You think you're going to get me and Vinnie all worked up and then scream rape or something? Screw that, baby! You fucking near made me fall off the car seat showing me that sweet little cunt of yours! What is it, you get it off by prick-teasing guys, is that it?"
The youth's rancid breath was making her sick to her stomach, and the pressure of his arm around her waist was becoming excruciatingly painful. All of the horrors she had undergone at the hands of Danny Gorman came suddenly back to her, making her shriek with agony, causing her to kick wildly at the boy's shin with the spike-heel of her shoe.
"You're crazy!" she screamed. "You said you were going to give me a ride to Spring Street or I wouldn't have gotten into the car! Let me go ... damn you, take your hands off me!"
Vinnie had been staring at them with-an expression of fear and confusion on his ugly face. There wasn't a shred of doubt in his mind but that the beautiful woman was totally crazy. Her face was a mask of demented rage, her eyes flashing wildly back and forth, saliva oozing out of one corner of her mouth as she fought to free herself from Carl's strong grip.
Oh God, no, don't let this happen to me! she screamed inwardly, praying that they would let her go. She hadn't known what they intended, she protested silently. She didn't want this ... they were like animals ... like Danny Gorman! She couldn't stand another vicious assault on her lush young body. She would go crazy if that happened!
"Maybe you better let her go, Carl," Vinnie said uncertainly. "Look at her, she's some sort of weirdo freak. Come on, man, let's get the fuck out of her before she goes completely nuts!"
"Are you jiving me or what?" Carl sneered, suddenly relaxing his hold on Rosemary's waist and using his free hand to throw her brutally down onto the disgusting mattress.
She cried out, falling onto the soiled mattress in a tangled heap, her skirt hiked up around her hips, her legs spread-eagled, her white nylon panties exposed to their lust-filled eyes.
Before she could pull her legs together again and cover her thighs and stomach with her disordered skirt, Carl dropped quickly down onto the mattress beside her and slapped her as hard as he could across the face.
"AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!" she wailed, bitter tears of pain and fright welling up in her eyes and spilling down over her flushed cheeks. There seemed to be no hope for her now. With mounting horror she watched as he spread her legs apart again and then began stripping off her skimpy bikini panties.
"Noooo ... please, don't do that to me!" she shrieked, fighting desperately to stop the boy's lewdly probing hands.
"Shut up, cunt!" he snarled, pushing her back down onto the mattress and stripping off the panties and throwing them to his friend. When he turned his gaze back to her, it was obvious that only one thing interested him ... the crimson slash between her shivering thighs. Grabbing one ankle in each hand, Carl thrust her legs apart as far as they would go, holding them high in the air while he bent his face toward the delicately-perfumed cuntal slit that pulsated fearfully. In a moment his face was only inches from the furry pussy-mouth. His tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick his drying lips as he devoured the fluted outer lips, then swung his eyes up into the velvety inner channel that led to the very depths of her womb.
The horrified young wife could feel his heated breath on her crotch, could feel his eyes boring into her pussy, and she was livid with terror.
"Please, don't hurt me, don't hurt me," she pleaded over and over as Vinnie sniffed the crotch of her nylon panties and smiled crazily.
"Hey, Carl, the crotch of these things is all wet," he laughed. "She must have been creaming her pants just thinking about us screwing her!"
"You bet your sweet ass she was," Carl replied, still gazing obscenely at the luscious pussy-mound in front of him. "She's just a little spooky, that's all. Look at this tight little cunt, man. Jesus, I never saw anything so delicious-looking ... I got a good mind to go down on the bitch before we screw her!"
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Rosemary squealed, trying to sit up. A flashing light exploded behind her eyes as Carl rapped her chin with his half-closed fist, knocking her down onto the mattress again.
The next few minutes were confused ones for her. She could hear herself screaming for mercy as the two youths began stripping off her clothes. They didn't bother with the buttons, just pulling and ripping at them. Soon she lay helpless and vulnerable before their lust-filled eyes.
"NOOOOOOO!" she screamed again, shutting her eyes, trying to block out their images. But their leering, lewd grins remained imprinted on her retina.
When her eyes opened again she shuddered as she saw that both youths were now naked. Carl's long, thick cock bobbed up against his naked belly like a snake about to strike, and she cringed with horror, not wanting to look at him, but totally fascinated at the same time by the gigantic rod.
"What's it going to be, man?" Vinnie asked, fondling his swollen rod in his hand. "You want to take turns, or should we give it to her at both ends?"
"Yeh, that's an idea," Carl chuckled obscenely. "How about you make her suck your cock while I work on her down below?" He paused and turned his attention to the shivering, horror-stricken woman. "That okay with you, bitch?"
Suddenly he was on his hands and knees above her, his hands reaching for her swollen breasts. She moaned piteously as he kneaded and caressed them for a moment, then leaned over and took one of them into his warm mouth, his tongue sucking on the rubbery nipple, flicking over it, defying it not to harden under his lustful, degrading touch. He continued until both her breasts were teased into involuntary hardness on top of the soft, full mounds. She could feel a chill run through her body as she fought to control her reaction, but it was useless.
She closed her eyes again, trying to fight off the hatred of what was happening to her, the humiliation and indignities he was forcing upon her helpless body.
He kneaded and massaged her breasts relentlessly until her body was driven almost crazy by the animal force within her and she could feel a sudden tightening again down between her thighs.
His hands roamed over the curves of her hips while he continued his sensual mouthing of her breasts, running down over the narrowness of her waist and gripping the rounded bulge of her stomach, kneading and pinching them cruelly, sending tremors of desire through her writhing body. He seemed to know every vital spot, a deliberate fondling that drove her into a wanton frenzy. She bucked up against him, wanting to feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her pussy.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" she moaned as his fingers began to massage the soft flesh of her inner thigh, slowly, painstakingly working their way up to the soft curls of pubic hair between her legs and searching for the tiny, sensitive bud of her clitoris. His finger triggered a lustful response from her as he probed and prodded, playing teasing with the soft pink lips of her pussy. She rolled back and forth on the mattress, no longer trying to fight the flood of desire that was tearing through her naked body and making her belly ache with desire.
"You want it, don't you, honey?" he taunted, knowing that his fingers had stimulated her to a point of no return.
"Oooohhhh, yessss ... yesssss ... " she whimpered, her whole body suddenly aflame with a lewdly kindled desire.
His index finger began to prove through the thin, hair-lined folds of flesh that guarded her cunt and rubbed slowly, tantalizingly against the soft, spongy walls of the smooth, wet channel. It no longer mattered to her that the man who was sending the waves of lustful desire through her body was a stranger, hardly more than a boy. The only thing that mattered was that he was making her feel like a complete and total woman, generating pleasure and a painful lust that had to be satisfied.
He rocked back on his knees so that she could see his giant prick throbbing over her thighs and she wanted to scream for him to end her misery. She wanted to take the beautiful organ in her hands and caress, to take it between her lips and suck it. He wanted to rape her, but she wanted him so desperately that it was no longer rape at all!
Just then Vinnie lowered his body down over her head, pushing his hips toward her face so that she could suddenly feel his pendulous balls jiggle against her chin as he pushed his thick, hard cock deep into her waiting throat.
He thrust in and out with a steady rhythm, never once taking the swollen meat fully out of her mouth so that she could catch her breath. She tried to swallow, but her tongue was being pressed down against her teeth so that it made it impossible for her to do anything except suck hungrily and greedily on the pungently-scented shaft.
"Suck it, bitch ... suck it good!" he giggled crazily, marveling at how easy it had been to force his will upon the stunningly beautiful young blonde.
Carl watched Vinnie sawing his prick back and forth in the woman's mouth, then couldn't wait any longer to get his own pleasure.
Suddenly his body fell on hers and she shuddered with anticipation, hungering for him, wanting him, arching her hips up so that her nakedly squirming cunt was presented to his throbbing prick.
He aimed the rubbery head at the hair-lined slit, prodding slowly at first so that she thought she would go out of her mind with frustration.
Give it to me, her mind and body screamed. Give me all of it! Her lips and tongue flew furiously up and down the swollen cock in her mouth as she tried to force her hips up further against Carl's bloated rod.
Her body ached desperately with desire. She had to have him. Had to have them both!
With one mighty thrust he was suddenly deep inside her. Shrieking against the cock stuffed into her mouth, Rosemary felt the walls of cunt close around his massive shaft as he wormed his way inside her, in up to the very hilt. He rocked back and forth on her as she raised and lowered her hips, the two of them locked wetly together while her mouth continued to greedily suck at the scalding meat that was trapped between her lips.
Harder! Fuck me harder! she wailed silently, bringing her legs up and wrapping them tightly around the naked youth's back, trying to pull him in even deeper, wanting him to cruelly batter at the sensitive nub of her cervix and go crashing into her womb.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt a great gob of heated semen splash into her mouth from Vinnie's exploding cock. His semen was warm and acrid-tasting, but she gulped it down as if it were the most delicious nectar in the world.
And then her own cunt convulsed around the thick prick slicing into her, holding it, caressing it, squeezing it, forcing out more and more of the hot sperm that was suddenly splashing out and filling her cuntal cavern.
Oh God, I'm going to come ... I'm going to commmmmmmmmme ... I'M COMINGGGGGGGGG! she screeched silently, low animal-like moans coming from her throat, tears of happy satisfaction spilling down her cheeks as her whole inflamed cunt began to roll wildly and powerful contractions signaled her wild climax. She felt as if she were being screwed down into the mattress by the furiously pumping youth. His swollen balls were slapping painfully at her upturned buttocks, adding to the rapturous sensations of complete and utter sexual delirium.
Pinwheels of light exploded in her brain and her belly rolled and writhed around under the heavy hammering of his cock as more and more ecstatic flashes of raw pleasure jolted her.
More ... more ... MORE! she wailed silently, increasing the pressure of her lips and tongue on the rapidly deflating cock that skewered her mouth. Her long, lovely legs held Carl tightly, refusing to let him go, wanting to die from the delicious thrills that were threatening to blow her wetly writhing cunt apart.
When the two exhausted youths finally pulled their flesh out of her mouth and cunt, she groaned in disappointment.
"Not yet ... don't let it be over yet," she pleaded with them. Her twitching pussy was still aflame with demanding desire, her whole body tingling and gasping for more of the wonderful fucking they had given her.
All thoughts of her husband were gone from her mind. She would manage somehow without him, she realized. No longer was she a weak and naive young innocent. The brutal crime that had been committed against her by Danny Gorman had toughened her and made her a woman, if only she would stop feeling sorry for herself. Yes, she would survive!
"Jesus, honey, that was some wild fucking!" Carl grinned down at her, sitting back on his heels, his still-hard prick jerking out from between his naked loins.
"I want you again," she whispered up at him, taking his swollen rod in her hand and feeling her own sticky juices mingling there with his heated semen. Her body was burning again, but this time it was another orifice that was on fire, the puckered little hairless hole between her smoothly churning ass-cheeks. "But this time I want something different ... "
"Sure, honey, anything you say," Carl sighed, winking happily at his friend who was stretched out on the floor at the head of the mattress. "What is it, baby? You want to suck my cock, huh?"
"Screw that," she heard herself saying in a lust-charged voice that was dripping with desire. "I want you to fuck my ass, baby! You hear me? I want you to shove that big beautiful cock up into my ass-hole and blow me apart!"
The startled youth's eyes widened in delirious anticipation as he watched her roll over onto her stomach, then lift her ass high in the air and reach around to pull her beautiful ass-cheeks apart. The wrinkled little orifice laying there seemed to be winking at him as it clenched and relaxed rhythmically.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she demanded.
Without answering, still too shocked to believe that the beautiful woman was really inviting him to impale her ass-hole on the end of his now-huge cock, Carl leaned forward and forced the gigantic knob-end of his cock into the sweating crevice between her buttocks.
Rosemary Willoughby shivered violently as she felt the hard meat touching her hairless, puckered hole. Then she relaxed and tried to force her ass-hole to flower open for the boy's throbbing cock.
As he began to thrust the meaty rod into the churning channel of her nether opening, the deliriously happy woman looked up at the shocked Vinnie and smiled.
"You're next, honey, so get that cock good and hard for me," she called out to him. "Because I want you both to fuck my ass-hole. And if you've got any friends you can bring them here too ... I'll fuck you all!" And then she screamed with ecstasy.
