Clark Kent proved many years ago that people are not what they always appear to be. Though a person need not be one of spectacular strength or wisdom, one can still be internally different than one might appear on the surface.
Take Susan Kane, the heroine of our story. Outwardly she is a quiet, simple, somewhat religious librarian. Inwardly, she is an incurable romantic. Having read all the classics, and loads of love stories, Susan sincerely believes that true love ends with the caress of a woman's breasts. Sex is something for brutes and women of ill-repute, something decent women have to put up with in order to help reproduce.
Mentally, Susan is very strong, and as a result is able to withstand all the terrible things that start happening to her. Little by little she restructures her beliefs, and in so doing, eventually turns from victim to aggressor, and thereby hangs our tale, for the mild, meek-mannered lady librarian becomes a tigress whose sexual appetites constantly increase rather than diminish with each satisfaction.
At first she feels she is a victim of herself, but after awhile, realizing there is no way she can change what is taking place inside her, she not only accepts what she feels, but attacks with a vengeance, until she finally finds the one man able to totally satisfy her, a man she would never have been able to love had she not gone through her physical trials and tribulations.
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CHAPTER ONE
One thing had to be said for Susan Kane, the head librarian at the local library in Ariana, the small village on Long Island. She was consistent. She awoke the same time every morning, wore the same style dress that covered her from neck to mid-calf with a white collar and cuffs, and in spite of her natural golden-red hair, wore any of three different wigs, all of them as red as her own hair. Not that Susan didn't get her hair done. She did, every Saturday morning, and when she removed her wig every night, her short-cut red hair was still perfectly in place.
like all redheads, Susan had white skin that freckled in the summer, but un-like most redheads she had brown eyes and not blue or gray eyes. She wore a foundation girdle under her dress not because she needed anything to pull her waist in, but rather because she was on her feet all day long, and wanted to give her spine as much support as possible. It was the kind of girdle with stocking snaps on the bottom because Susan was unable to see throwing away good money on a garter belt when the girdle was capable of doing an equally good job. She preferred stockings to pantyhose and wore her panties outside her girdle so she wouldn't have to remove the foundation garment when "powdering her nose."
If one were to see Susan Kane at night, one would realize she was a stunningly beautiful woman. Her eyes were large, her nose was upcurved, and she had full, sensuous lips. But other than her mirror, no one saw Susan Kane at night.
Granted she was unable to hide the fullness of her swollen, firm breasts, nor was she able to hide the narrowness of her waist. In spite of the length of her dresses, it was obvious she had full-blown, well-shaped calves and very trim ankles. Her size five feet fitted into narrow stylish shoes that were medium-heeled so she would sensibly be able to stand on her feet at work. Each pair of shoes always matched the color of the dress she was wearing.
Susan attended church every Sunday morning, devoutly believing her soul was cleansed because she had "spoken to God" at that time. The reverend was always pleased to see her there and favored her with a wide smile which she took as another sign from God that she was doing the right thing. She knew none of the male congregation looked on her with covetous eyes, and she was pleased. At the age of thirty-three, she was still a virgin, and would probably remain as such unless she found a man she considered worthy of her. Worthy meant he had to be a churchgoer, but he had to have eyes only for her, plain as she appeared.
She wore dark-rimmed glasses, and the wig she had on when working was always pulled back into a severe bun. She never wore makeup, and though her lips had a natural pinkness to them, they never glistened because she refused to wet them.
As a librarian, Susan did a lot of reading. She loved the old classics, the romance novels, even the gothic novels and the Harlequin books that came out every month. She was a speed reader and was able to go through one of the paperbacks in twenty minutes, absorbing the full contents of the book, inwardly sighing, still waiting for Mr. Right to come along. All the heroines in these novels seemed to always fall for Mr. Wrong before finally happily ending with Mr. Right. Well Susan had no intention of falling for Mr. Wrong. She intended saving her virginity for one man, and one man only. After all, the removal of her hymen was going to hurt, and if she had to surrender her body to a man, it might just as well be the right man. He had to be a romantic man who was willing to love her for herself, who went to church regularly, and who accepted that the only reason for his touching her body would be for children. In fact, Susan only wanted one child. Then her husband, whoever he was, would have to be content with pure thoughts.
Many men fitted the description of Mr. Right in Susan's mind, but most of them were either already married or weren't interested in her. Susan had her pride and had no intention of chasing after any man.
The one man she -liked a lot was Professor Corey who came into the library at least two days a week. He was tall, handsome, vibrant, the kind of man one read about in love stories, and he radiated desire. The trouble was, even though he was single, he wasn't religious. Susan was certain she would never be able to live her life with a non-religious man. So much as she -liked Edwin Corey, she never responded with more than a nod when he wished her a good day.
For his part, Professor Edwin Corey, being a very astute individual, recognized the true beauty that lay under the plain drab look Susan used. However, as a bachelor, he had lots of latitude with women. They were always inviting him to their homes with the intent of either marrying him themselves, or trying to set him up with a sister or girl friend. Corey always went along to a point, because he had an easy, seductive manner about him, and he believed all women, pretty or ugly, deserved to be fucked. As a result he was able to seduce more than his share of them, after which he was able to convince them what a horrible husband he would make.
Where Susan Kane was concerned, he was certain he would enjoy bedding her, should he ever get the opportunity, but he doubted such an opportunity would ever come along. Being realistic, he accepted the situation, but he was always charming. After all, one never knew when an opportunity might arise.
CHAPTER TWO
Edwin Corey wasn't the only man in the community who realized that Susan Kane's face and figure were not as drab as she attempted to make them appear. Isidore Wessellmann, whose father had been a Nazi in Germany, and whose mother had spirited him to the United States while he was only a boy, also had his eye on Susan.
Izzie, as he was called by those who knew him, ran the local motel. He was short, about five-feet-seven-inches in height, with curling black hair, beady, close-set brown eyes, a needle-thin nose, and a short slash for a mouth which was topped by a skinny, raggedy mustache. He had been brought to the U.S. by his mother because of his brown eyes. He didn't fit the Aryan look Hitler wanted, and the mother was afraid he might be mistaken for a Gypsy.
Nevertheless, he had a lot of his father in him, and when he learned he was descended from a member of the Third Reich, he strutted proudly, looking down on everyone and anyone who wasn't a Nazi, which was to say, just about everyone in America. Because his mother was a maid in the local motel, he was given a job as a desk clerk, and from that worked his way up to manager.
Izzie was a lustful man, and he used his position as manager of the motel to take advantage of as many women as possible. What he wanted, however, was what he was unable to have. He wanted Susan Kane. She, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with him.
Being a resourceful man, Izzie went about learning as much as possible about the local librarian, and discovered religion was her weakness. He would use it to gain his ends.
Izzie went to church the following Sunday, and the Sunday after that, and even the Sunday after that. He made certain to sit in Susan's line of sight without actually approaching her or trying to make conversation. He knew her eyes missed nothing. Behind the glasses she wore were a pair of eyes that took in everything at all times.
Susan noted the rat-faced man the very first week he attended church. The first time she thought it was because of some special event possibly taking place in his family. The second time she was actually astonished, and the third time she even saw him conversing with the reverend, after church. She walked by and listened to him discuss the reverend's sermon with him.
The redheaded woman was probably the most gullible of all women. Gullibility was her one weakness. She began to think the skinny little motel manager might not be too bad, after all. True he was short, but so what. He was also skinny, but that was better than fat.
As Izzie had mentally predicted, Susan made the first move. It was the fourth week in a row that he attended church, and she somehow contrived to leave the church the same time as he. As they walked through the doorway, she dropped her hymn book. Smiling, Izzie stooped and instantly retrieved it.
"Thank you," she said, her voice sounding soft.
"You are most welcome," he replied. "Permit me to introduce myself, dear lady. I am Isidore Wessellmann. I run the motel at the end of town."
"How do you do," Susan nodded. "I am Susan Kane, and I work at the library."
"Wasn't the reverend's sermon inspiring today?" Izzie asked.
"He's always inspiring," Susan replied.
"May I walk you home?" he asked.
"Why thank you," she nodded.
By the time he had walked her to the small house with the picket fence where she had lived all her life, he had managed to get her to agree to a date the following Saturday. Now he was determined to have his way with her, forging ahead swiftly.
Although this wasn't her first date, it was the first time in a long time that Susan consented to go out with a man. She was worried the townspeople might see her and talk, but Izzie took her to a movie in the next village, and afterward, he took her to an out-of-the-way restaurant for dinner.
When dinner was finished, he said, "Would you do me the honor of coming with me to my residence and having tea there instead of having it here?"
His little piggy eyes suddenly opened very wide and looked very innocent, and Susan was immediately taken in by him.
'Thank you very much," she said. "Are you sure it wouldn't be too much trouble."
"No trouble at all," he assured her.
He brought her directly to the motel. As the manager, he had the only suite of rooms available and she was amazed to see how nicely he had furnished it. What she didn't see were the half-dozen men he had hidden in the room next door. It wouldn't be enough for him to ravish her, himself. He had to totally subjugate her by making her surrender her body to all the others.
In the lobby there were always two carafes hot and ready, one with coffee, the other with hot water for tea. After he had led Susan to his sitting room, he had gone and poured two cups of tea, and he had poured a drug into hers. It was the kind of narcotic that would render her totally helpless, and yet she would be conscious, knowing just what was happening to her.
She was wearing a gray dress, though this time she had taken off the foundation garment before going out. As a result she'd had to wear a garter belt.
When Izzie brought the tea, she sat in one chair in the middle of the room, near a small table, and he sat across the room from her. He smiled in anticipation as she lifted the tea to her lips and drank it. He held his breath, wondering if she would notice the slightly bitter taste of the drug he had added, but she didn't.
They talked, and all the while they sipped. Then she put the cup and saucer down on the table next to her, saying, "I feel a little dizzy. Please, I don't think I'll be able to make it to the car. Do you have a sofa where I might rest for awhile?"
"Please," he insisted, "you must use my bed."
He helped her to her feet, and though she didn't want to go into his bedroom, she was too weak to resist when he led her there. She lay down on top of the covers and he brought a chair next to the bed and sat on it. Her dress had ridden up over her thighs as she lay down, and he removed her shoes as he saw the tops of her stockings and the white flesh now visible. He also saw the crotch of her panties, and though there was some sparse red hair on her pubic mount, the thin slit between her puffy labia was also plainly visible.
"Going to wrinkle my dress," she murmured, her mind drifting into a state of euphoria.
Smiling, Izzie turned her unresisting body on its side, undid the back of her dress, and slipped it off her shoulders. Then he tugged it down off her hips, and tossed it onto the nearby chair.
His bulging eyes followed the shapely contours of her rounded hips up over the rising and falling rib cage. She wore a full brassiere, and though it covered her upper abdomen, it also pushed her breasts higher, making them look larger than they were, like full, round spheres above the cups of the harness restraining them. Even though the brassiere was opaque, the material was thin enough for him to see her nipples pressing through.
Izzie's mouth was watering. He was hardly able to restrain himself, aching to get his hands and mouth on her breasts, wanting to bite, suck, twist, and turn the turgid nipples, making them rock-solid with passion. He knew she would object to what he wanted to do, but he also knew she would be unable to resist, and soon he would build the heat in her to enough of a height to make her willingly want what he wanted.
He knew she was a virgin. He had never had a virgin before, and he only hoped she wasn't as passionless as she always outwardly appeared to be. Well, he would find out soon enough.
Susan's head was swimming, but she was able to clearly see what this man was doing. She ought to have been terrified, but there was this sense of calm invading her that prevented her from getting excited. God help her! He was undressing her, and she didn't have the strength or the will to resist. She ought to have at least been ashamed of what was happening, but the relaxed senses within her would not even allow her the decency to blush.
Izzie smiled again. This potion his mother had given him never failed. For even though his father had been a Nazi, his mother had indeed been a Gypsy. She had shown him how to concoct it, and he had used it more than once on different women he had brought to the motel. It always worked, and though they remembered what had taken place, not one of them had had the courage to report him to the police. After all, there were no marks of violence on any of their bodies. If they reported him, he always had witnesses who swore the women willingly accompanied him to his suite at the motel.
He would show this proud, redheaded bitch of a librarian just how wonderful a good cock in her cunt would feel. He was all that was left of the former master race, and she had to be made to understand that when he wanted her body, she was to give it to him without any qualms. Not that she would be willing to go along with him once the drug had worn off, but he had a night planned for her any whore would envy, except that she wasn't going to be paid for it.
Her thighs had fallen apart a little more now, and Izzie was able to make out the red wisp that covered the mound below her belly, even under the white panties she wore. His tongue ran around his lips, staring hungrily at her luscious body, knowing he was going to enjoy her.
The potion he had given her was already at its full effect. She would not be crying out. Except for the fact that her eyes were open, he would have thought she was asleep.
Leaning over her, he removed her glasses. He didn't realize it at the time, but the hair fluffed around her head was another wig. It was securely pinned to her own hair and wouldn't come off. Her breathing was soft, and her breasts rose and fell regularly.
Susan, knowing he was going to take advantage of her, ought to have been terrified, but she was tranquil. She had no idea why she wasn't afraid, but she did know this was all wrong.
"Don't worry," Izzie told her, smiling. "You'll be up and ready for church tomorrow morning."
At the mention of church, Susan began writhing a little. The thought of going there tomorrow with this stain on her conscience was enough to make her inwardly cringe a little in spite of the effects of the drug she had swallowed. She ought to loathe this man. With all the women in this village who were willing, she had no idea why he had picked on her.
He moved almost cat-like around the foot of the bed, not once taking his gaze from her reclining figure as she sprawled there, limply. Somehow she had managed to draw one knee to the side, wanting to cross it over her other knee. Instead it had fallen the other way, and the white, smooth flesh of her inner right thigh stood out in the room's bright lights. The soft red hairs covering the tantalizingly exposed, though still-tightly closed lips of her seething vagina were plainly visible, now to the man's hungrily beady eyes as they adjusted themselves to the loveliness before them.
Izzie began involuntarily sucking in his breath. God! She was far sexier than he had imagined, and he had imagined she was sexy. He had fucked countless women before this one, many in this euphorically drugged state, in this very same bed, but he had to admit he had found himself a prize, this time. All the others had been experienced women, some of them married. But this one, this one was pure and innocent, with so many weird notions of goodness. It was going to be a pleasure to fuck this one.
The thought of helplessly mewling grunts of pleasure seeping from her groaning lips, lips that were so innocent they had never done anything other than sing hymns, goaded his throbbing organ into a rock-hardness it had never known before. He was aware of the blood throbbing painfully into the huge, expanded head of his aching cock. Tiny droplets of viscously thick, colorless seminal oil had already started seeping from the sensitive, swelling glans. It was smearing wetly into his undershorts. Ah, it was no use. He had to relieve the pressure on his cock. He opened his pants and withdrew the penis, easing the pressure a little.
Susan stared at the organ, wanting to be afraid, waiting to feel her heart leap with fright, only to discover she was still totally tranquil and relaxed. She had seen penises before, when her aunt had changed her cousin's diapers, or when a neighbor had taken out a little boy's penis to have him urinate in the street. But Susan had never seen anything this huge, before. For some reason it never occurred to her that a little boys grew up, their penises also grew. The organ at which she was now staring was unbelievable in length and breadth.
Izzie was slowly massaging the heavily thick organ back and forth, squeezing it so the jerking head, already a bright-red, was now brilliantly inflamed. He advanced around the bed toward the proud young bitch of a woman who now lay totally at his mercy, or lack of it.
The drug had done its work quite well, and he now intended to teach this beautiful librarian the joys of fucking him as compared to what she would feel when fucking others. Oh yes, he had it all arranged so that she would be initiated into sex by himself, and then be handled by quite a few others before the evening was over. The rod he now gripped in his hand was the great humbler, and she would indeed learn the meaning of the word before him, rather than before a nonexistent God. Soon now, he was going to ram his cock deep between her wide-open thighs and bury the head far into her virgin belly.
His pants, with the weighty belt buckle, thudded heavily to the floor as he unzipped them and completely exposed the fullness of his long, thick member. It stood out in proud, menacing erection over the helplessly spread-eagled body of Susan, beneath, on the bed. He slowly unbuttoned the soiled shirt he was wearing, soiled with his own perspiration, and tossed it somewhere on the floor. He left his socks on, though he did take his shoes off. Now he was going to fuck her, probably deflower her since he was certain she had never been fucked, before. He would pump her until she had drained every last drop of residue from his body, and then he would turn her over to the others, the ones who paid to get their hands on prime merchandise like this for a night.
He stood for a few moments longer over her totally unmoving body, still stroking the full length of his throbbing cock into a rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white-hot spurts at any moment. Had it been any other woman he might actually have allowed himself an initial orgasm on her body rather than in it. He would have enjoyed seeing her expression as he washed his semen all over her flesh, inundating her belly and then her full breasts. His mind was already lewdly picturing it dribbling down all over her throat, even touching her chin, forming all kinds of white, sticky pools between her breasts.
No! No! That wouldn't be right. He had all those others waiting, and he didn't want them to think he might have ejaculated prematurely. Then they would make fun of him, and if there was one thing Izzie hated, it was to have anyone make fun of him. He wasn't worried about her telling anyone. She was the kind of woman who would kill herself before actually admitting she went through something like this.
But there was one thing more he wanted to try, and the idea was so tantalizing, he knew he was going to do it. The only risk this time was once again, the possibility of a premature ejaculation. Still, he had to see those proud, unpainted lips of hers wrapped around his penis, if only for a moment. He had thought so much about the various things he wanted to do with her, now that he had the opportunity, he wanted to try a little of everything.
Moving to the head of the bed, he pressed his knees into the mattress and turned her head very gently toward his penis. When it was several inches away, he began pushing his hips slowly forward toward her upturned face, pressing the stickily wet underside of the throbbing tip between the small cut formed by her closed lips.
Susan, fully cognizant of what he was doing, thought he was disgusting, and yet she was unable to feel the littlest bit of nausea. Her body was in a state of complete relaxation. She knew what he was going to do, and aside from being powerless to stop it, she was powerless to keep herself from feeling secure. It seemed no matter what he did, she felt completely at ease. It was ridiculous, but nevertheless true.
Izzie placed one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly out until the underside of the heavy cockhead dropped slightly through her stretched lips and rested against her whitely bared teeth, the soft flesh of her pink, puckered lips forming a furrow along its length. He flexed his hips slightly back and forth, feeling several droplets of lubricity ooze from the throbbing slit in his penile tip, lubricating her mouth as it half-surrounded the barrel of his organ. He was well aware of the heated breath from her nostrils running hotly over the tip of his organ as she continued breathing, almost panting.
Susan wondered why she didn't feel inwardly sick. Any other time, and she would have expected to have a mental breakdown because of what was happening. She found herself thinking with amazing clarity, and realized if she didn't break down now, there would be no reason for it to happen later.
Her saliva was pooling in her mouth and she found it all but impossible to swallow. It was filling her mouth and beginning to seep out.
Looking directly down into the red-haired woman's face, Izzie was aware of small rivulets of sputum running out of the corners of her mouth, down her cheeks, dribbling like hot tears onto her throat. Lord! It would really be something to shoot his hot spermatic stream into her softly palpitating throat, seeing the adam's apple bobbing up and down as she gulped the fluid into her. Alas! He would have to leave that to one of the others. Her virginity, the thing she prized most, was what he sought.
Susan shuddered a little when his slimy hands reached around her and undid the eight snaps holding her long-line brassiere. Cool air washed over her body as he removed it and flung it to the floor. Now her breasts, with their rich pink nipples and equally rich pink areolae were totally visible to his eyes. Now, except for her panty-covered cunt, her entire body was exposed. No, not quite. He had left her garter belt and stockings on. It made her look even more arousing. Looking at her helpless nakedness this way had him completely aroused.
Her mouth fell open a little more, and he pushed the tip of his blue-veined member into the oral cavern, gently continuing the slow, sawing motion in and out. He felt her tongue rubbing against part of it and the pressure made him shudder. His other hand moved over her magnificent breasts, tweaking the nipples between his fingers until he felt them mechanically hardening under his caresses.
Though she still felt totally at ease, Susan found she was now able to move her body the littlest bit. She was well aware of the presence of his thick cock in her mouth as she flicked her tongue against the organ repeatedly, as if trying to push it out.
Izzie held still, frightened for the moment that his drug might not have done a thorough job of totally tranquilizing the woman. It didn't make sense, since the drug had always worked perfectly all times before. He pulled back, and his penis fell from between her partly open lips, dribbling down over her chin. She was aware of threads of colorless stickiness trailing on her neck.
"Izzie!" she gasped, mumbling through the thick fog the drug had put her mind in. "Don't do it! Don't do this to me! I have never . . . hurt you. Don't.. . hurt me!"
"Hurt you?" Izzie laughed. "Don't be silly, precious librarian. I am going to give you the thrill of your life. You are going to feel things the like of which you have never felt before. You will learn to love all you will feel. Tonight will be the most momentous night of your life, in more ways than one."
Susan didn't know what to think. She was well aware there was nothing for her to do. Except for the turning of her head and the moving of her lips, she was almost paralyzed, she was so totally relaxed. Even now, knowing what the man was doing to her was wrong, she felt the funniest rapturous sensations shooting through her. She was well aware he had drugged her, but there was no way to fight the drug. She would have to wait until it wore off. She only hoped he would be gentle, since there was no chance of hoping for mercy. Merely thinking about what he intended doing made her blood begin to race in her veins. God would not look unkindly on her for this, because it wasn't her fault. This knowledge made her even more relaxed, for the moment.
The German-born man smiled to himself as he hovered over her. The potion was working, after all. It was still foolproof.
'Think of me as a lover," Izzie told her, chuckling somewhat lasciviously. "You will enjoy it all so much more if you do."
"Wrong!" was all Susan was able to say.
"No, it is not wrong," Izzie told her. "It is right. You think the world is made for celibacy. If that were the case we would all expire. We must screw, we must fuck, for in that way can we hope to procreate."
"Not married!" she moaned.
"Marriage is an invention of man," he laughed. "Sex is nature's idea. Think how lucky you will be if you become pregnant with my child. You will only be one of many women then who will have given birth to one of my bastards."
"God will punish!" she muttered.
"I will worry about it when it happens," he told her, stroking the gigantically throbbing penis very slowly, reaching down and running his other hand over the awakening mounds of her breasts, for even though she was unable to really move, she was distinctly able to feel, and she was most definitely feeling what he was doing to her. Perhaps because the drug relaxed her mind as well as her body, she was unable to fight the feelings, and as a result they made her quiver and shudder with impending sensation.
"You like it!" he laughed. "Don't deny it, Susan. You like what I am doing to you."
"Feels good!" she muttered, always one to admit the truth no matter how much it hurt.
"You will have many good feelings before this night is over," Izzie told her.
Susan stared at him, seeing him as if in a dream, yet knowing she was wide awake and this was really happening to her. Her physical being was becoming more and more alert to the heatedly hungry caresses of his hots hands as they continually stroked her soft, white flesh, turning her into a single unit of burning desire. With no will to resist, she was not only yielding, but allowing herself to feel to the utmost what he wanted her to feel. A series of tiny goose bumps sprang out all over her tender flesh.
She didn't know why, but she wanted more. Her body was aching to be touched, having been robbed of the magic of caresses all these eyars. Evil as the man was, he was making her feel good.
She knew he was going to rape her, and she was wise enough to know the rape was going to hurt. Nevertheless, her body was shrieking for more caresses, wanting to know what physical love felt like, since the body was designed for physical love and had no conscience. Her body didn't know the man touching her was some kind of arch-villain, and her mind was too reposed to even think as much. He was going to merge with her, make love to her, and even though she felt no love for him, she was too much at ease to hate him. He was going to probe inside her with his long fleshy instrument, and perhaps he would quiet the lightning that was flashing deep, deep, deep inside because of the maddening way his fingertips played over her defenseless nakedness.
Mercy was not a quality she expected from Izzie Wassellmann. Still, she hoped he wouldn't tear her apart internally and cause any permanent kind of physical damage. She was too smart to think in terms of what she deserved or didn't deserve. She was trapped by an animal, and she had to hope he had enough decency to keep from harming her. All the while her body continued warming up, responding, even though her mind had no say in it.
Her pink tongue edged out and moistly ran slowly around her lips for the first time, tasting the strange, sticky moisture his penis had deposited there. The odor of his groin wafted through her twitching nostrils, and she breathed the scent deep inside her body. She still felt no disgust. Rather, the aroma did all kinds of strange things to her, the odor and taste of him coursing through her entire quivering being like a sweet soothing balm, adding to the inner tranquility she felt mixed with the anticipation of what was going to happen. Tiny flames of lust were unwittingly being lit in the tantalizing stiffness of her nipples, causing a throbbing in the nerve ends in her body, making her vaginal lips open and close with pulsating rapidity. She was aware of the dewdrops of moisture rising between her widespread, open thighs, soaking her panties even more. She moved her body, unable to stop herself from doing so, grinding her buttocks into the mattress. Her hair-lined pussylips began a slow spasmodic rubbing as they throbbed one against the other.
Izzie was hungry for her and was able to restrain himself no longer. He reached out with his two hands, grabbed the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down over her wriggling hips, sliding them along her thighs, over her knees, down her calves, across her ankles, and off.
"What are you doing to me, Izzie?" she gasped.
"I am going to massage your cunt," he told her matter-of-factly, though there was nothing matter-of-fact about the way he felt. "I'm going to rub your clitoris and tease your pussylips, rubbing you down there until you beg me to fuck you."
She wanted to tell him she would never beg for such a thing, but the sensations charging through her body made her realize there was every possibility she would indeed be begging. God! She had absolutely no control over herself whatsoever. Her mind felt as lost as her body.
Izzie widely grinned, his yellowed teeth showing through his sneering, pulled-back, widely split lips. His greedy eyes continued feasting lasciviously on her uncontrolled, squirming nakedness.
He moved onto the bed, sliding between her lovely white ankles, crouching on all fours above her lovely milk-white body, pushing her unresisting, alabaster thighs widely apart. He crawled hungrily between them, his knees now pressing between her calves and his face panting a few inches above the red-haired V of her wide-open crotch. His hungering mouth continued to water as his eyes looked down at the sensuously rotating pussy, staring expectantly, resting just below his lips. Heavy slaver began oozing and dripping from his wide-open mouth, mingling with the oily juices starting to form in her wide-open slit-the pink slit that began at the base of her belly and trailed down through the roundness of her delightfully white, creamy thighs, stopping at her perineum, on the other side of which her rounded buttocks pressed tightly against the mattress.
Through half-slit eyes, the helpless Susan saw the hungering German-born man crouching lasciviously between the pillars of her wide-open legs. She felt the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing firmly against the tender softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret treasure was wide open to him and he was going to do with it as he wished. She stared with her breath caught in her throat as he began lowering his head slowly toward her vagina. Was he going to.. . ? My God! What kind of a pig was he? Yet the heat of his breath, washing against her vaginal lips began building seething sensations in the depths of her trembling body, and though her mind was unable to say no, her body was definitely able to say yes.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, jerking as the heat of his wetly sucking lips closed firmly over the soft mound at the base of her trembling belly. His hazy face now completely disappeared from her line of sight as she lay there, sinking into the soft red fleece as he began to plant a series of wet, tickling kisses on her narrow aperture, his experienced, swathing tongue flicking lizard-like at the quivering opening.
Her own hands moved down of their own volition, responding to what he was doing. They slid over her breasts, then ran over the flatness of her smooth belly, moving into the hollows of her thighs and coming to rest on either side of his sucking lips. Her fingers uncontrollably began moving, stroking softly for a moment at her inner thighs, then slowly spreading the hair-lined lips of the soddenly wet furrow wide apart, allowing his hungry mouth and devouring lips total and complete access to the wetness of her secret inner being.
Her elbows were tightly pressing themselves into her ribs and her head was lolling uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as the heatedly searing tongue stabbed out, its soft and tantalizing flicking tip circling the quivering clitoris. His pursed lips sucked, drawing the soft, warm folds of her vaginal lips deep into his mouth, breathing hot air all over the tender flesh. Meanwhile, his tongue flatly continued its straining pressure against the quiveringly pink bud of her sex, making her groan uncontrollably from the depths of her quivering throat.
His hot probing tip worked up and down in her shuddering coral slash, starting at the bottom of her belly and then began pressuring its way down, moving slowly lower, washing over the rubber-rimmed opening of her tightly clasping vaginal dehiscence and then across her perineum, into the crevice between her clamped-together buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a wetly probing homage to the tight, brown throbbing hole. Her wide hips continued to grind uncontrollably into the squeaking bed now, and soft, murmuring animal passions escaped uncontrollably from between her rapture-clenched teeth.
The slavering man worked hungrily, feeling the softness of her wet pubic hairs brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. A feeling of power was inside him. She was reacting more quickly than even he had anticipated. She was one of those hot bitches one reads about but almost never encounters. He was thrilled to have her squirming under his tongue, totally and completely at his oral mercy. She loved it, even though she would never admit it were she not under the influence of the drug. Her groans made his probing tongue lick all the more quickly as the oral organ continued working its way up and down the heated steaminess of her seething crotch. He wanted her begging for it when he was finally ready to ram it into her, and she was almost there. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the drug inside them. She needed satisfaction badly, and she was thrilled to be getting his tongue. Izzie was the only one at that moment who knew this was just the beginning.
He was well aware she was too far gone along the road to physical satisfaction to fight anything he would do to her, and his mind began to form all kinds of weird, erotic pictures, thinking of the various positions he might make her adopt while fucking her.
Inwardly, he began to chuckle obscenely as he felt her hands clawing desperately at his greasy black hair, now actually pressing on his head and pushing his face into the palpitating opening of her seething pussy. He ran his tongue into the tenderly soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it for a moment, and then instantly withdrawing it to tease once again around the ragged pink edges.
He let her force him this time, enjoying the way she was pushing on his head, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole between her squishy labia.
As his lips rounded themselves and covered the clasping viscous opening, he began thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper into her vaginal mouth, bringing a series of uncontrolled, low guttural moans from the beautiful red-haired woman whose soft, warm thighs closed tightly and convulsively around either side of his continually moving head. He was aware of her wet labial flesh slipping moistly around the length of his extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vaginal well began wildly opening and closing in an uncontrolled sucking motion, attempting to pull the oral organ deeper and deeper.
To Izzie, it felt as if the nibbling, hair-lined oral cave was going to tug his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels uncontrollably pushed down against his back, pressing his face even deeper into her flesh trap until he was completely unable to breathe. His nose was rubbing against the tiny clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of her delicious lust juices now abundantly flowing out. His throbbing cock was incited to a stiffness he was no longer able to keep under control. Izzie was determined to fuck the redheaded librarian right now, or else his sperm would be shooting all over the mattress.
Susan's body was totally lost in the fire of the moment. Still wide awake and fully aware of what was happening, she was no less able to prevent it from happening to her. Her mind was totally tranquilized and unable to keep out the good feelings she had charging through her. Nevertheless, she found her involuntary responses causing her physical self to tense and tighten as she dug her heels into the mattress and strained her hips upward toward the maddening oral probe continually flicking between her shuddering thighs. The man was obviously a maniac, yet he was wringing vibrantly thrilling feelings from her shuddering body.
She had starved her body for too long. It had never physically known such feelings, though she had tempted her emotions again and again, every time she read a romantic novel. Now the moving tongue between her thighs was inciting her as never before. Her up-drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head whose mouth and tongue were pressed gluttonously against her fire-scorched feminine duct. The muscular cords in her neck were beginning to strain and stand out as she found her fingers entangling themselves all the more tightly in the man's hair. If she had the physical strength at this point, rather than fight him, she would be tugging his face into her seething cunt.
"Unnnggghhh! Aaaannngggghhh! Onnnnnhhh!" she moaned, feeling her helplessly splayed legs stretching even wider apart. She found that when she did what he wanted her to do, she was able to move her body a little.
Izzie was unable to contain himself at this point. His hands grabbed her long, slender, flailing legs behind her thighs, and he pushed, raising them until they were pressed roughtly back against her shoulders. Now he began slithering up her naked, sweat-drenched torso, grunting and groaning with passion as he moved. His stiffly rigid prick was brushing itself against the wetness of her dripping pubic hair. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locked tightly behind his neck, moving as if of their own free will. Now he was able to look down between their bodies and see her upturned buttocks totally exposed to him.
The expanded narrow vaginal slit was now visibly throbbing its lips in open invitation, the wetly moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his knees digging into her thighs. She quivered, knowing her virginity was being sacrificed to an evil, terrible man.
Susan was able to see Izzie hovering directly above her through drug-fogged eyes, realizing her body was feeling a passion far greater than anything she had vicariously felt when reading the romance novels she loved to look through. She was aware of the massivity of the man's fleshy hardness lying across the full length of her pinkly narrow slash. The pulsating head of this throbbing cock rested vibrantly between her widespread thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused Susan's body to uncontrollably twist itself toward it. She realized her body was acting of its own volition, apparently anxious to feel the deflorating organ probing into her, even though her mind knew it was a sin against God. Her aching body moved as if it would either have the cock or die in the attempt.
Tranquil as her brain remained, her body was starting to react again, starting to move with a certain amount of coordination. Her hands reached down almost in panic, seeking beneath the roundly grinding cheeks of her buttocks and finally grasping the full length of the stone-solid member. Her tightly closed fists began softly stroking the organ in tender reverence, and she was aware of the spasmodic throbbing against the softness of her palms as sticky fluid oozed in heavy driblets from the slit in the blood-inflated head.
The penis was now poking in the valley between her buttocks, and with her hand she guided it up her anal crack, not letting it lose contact with her flesh. Finally she felt the throbbing tip poised between the mucous-covered flanges of her coral vagina. Susan held it there with one hand, then placed the palm of her other hand on Izzie's buttocks. She dug her nails into his fleshy cheek, pulling him down and into her, letting her cunt drown the gnawingly hot head that burned out of control.
"Ghkhhaaaannnngggghkhh!" she gasped, feeling the pain for the very first time, and discovering she masochistically wanted to feel even more of it.
The motel manager was widely grinning, his mouth in an obscene leer above her face. He wanted to simply plunder straight in and down, totally impaling the redheaded woman on the full length of his throbbingly aching cock. He wanted to slam all of himself into her, but she was virgin-tight, and he knew it would take time for him to bury his cock all the way into her. It would be a pleasure to see her writhe and scream as he tore her maidenhead from her body. She typified the kind of woman he loved humiliating. She was proud, but innocent, spoiled in her own way by the church that had taken complete control over her, preventing her from normally giving vent to her feelings. If there was any kind of woman who ever needed punishing, this woman was the one. Well, he would be the initial instrument of punishment, fucking her until she was unable to walk. Then he would turn her over to the half dozen who were watching TV in another room, patiently waiting their turn. The nicest thing was, each of them would pay him fifty dollars for the use of her body. Going to church paid off.
He received his greatest satisfaction from the knowledge that her mind would retain everything that happened to her, afterward. Yet there would be nothing she would be able to do about it. When he walked into the library, she might attempt to ignore him and treat him with disdain, but the both of them would know that he had buffed her, but good. If she became pregnant, one way or another, directly or indirectly, he would be responsible for it, because she wouldn't be leaving this motel until the following morning, after having six other deposits of sperm inside her in addition to his own. Yes, this was a thought to fully arouse and excite him, filling her belly with either his child or that of one of the people paying him to fuck her. The lascivious thought caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward.
"Aaaaarnrgggghhhh!" Susan shrieked, feeling the lips of her taut, virginal vagina being roughly parted. Her elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard, cruel pressure. The pain was tearing, burning, very harsh, and she mechanically resisted since this was something to which her body was totally unused, long, low groans coming from her throat. He -liked that, -liked hearing her hurt.
He shoved again, and she emitted a deeper groan. Izzie wanted to hear her scream for mercy, and that time would fast approach because he was already aware of the pressure of her hymen resisting the tip of his throbbing penis. Oh yes, yes, he wanted to hear the librarian shriek in this soundproofed room of his. He found he was unable to control himself any longer, and he rammed forward with everything he had in his body, tearing her maidenhead to bits as he sank the lust-inflated phallus into her to the hilt.
"Aaaaayyyyaaaa iiiigggghhhh! No-no-no-no-n-o-O-O-O!" she screamed as his balls slapped tightly against her jerking, twitching anus. Her buttocks screwed themselves deep into the mattress in a sudden attempt to try and escape the wickedly cruel impalement. Her slender legs came down over his shoulders, jerking this way and that, then splaying themselves even wider and sliding around his body on either side as she kicked, slashing futilely at the air.
"I-I-I-I-zzzzzieeeee!" she screamed again. "No more . . . no more . . . no more!"
The pain was so overpowering, it broke through the state of tranquility the drug had induced in her. Her impaled form was helplessly pinned to the bed. With each pulsating jerk, the massively bloated head seemed to burrow its way a little deeper into her. The motel manager's outstretched arms reached down and his hands pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress. His widespread knees held her thighs split far apart. She felt as if her body was being torn right down the middle and that she would be split into two equal parts from the way the massive instrument was plundering its way into her. The fiery, searing, plunging rod felt as if it were coming out of her throat as its blood-filled head pressed solidly into the rear of her vagina. Each time he pressed into her, Susan felt her head roughly slammed back against the pillow beneath her.
Izzie watched her from above with a wide lascivious grin pulling his lips apart. Her face was agonizingly contorted with the pain of that initial stabbing probe. Her lips pulled back from her teeth, pleading with incoherent whimpers. Mewling sounds rose from the depths of her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms flat against the man's hips, doing her best to somehow or other hold back the powerful blunt instrument pressing into her womanly tunnel like some kind of huge stone.
Yes, she had been a virgin, all right, and because her hymen had taken so long to be pierced, it had lost much of its elasticity. As a result, he had caused her far more pain than she would have felt had he plundered her ten years earlier.
Izzie lifted himself up on his arms and knees and looked down again to see his curly black pubic hair tangling with the golden-red ones on her venereal mount. The oozing oils from her cunt had a reddish stain to them, attesting to his having smashed her hymen, but the blood didn't thrill him nearly as much as the sight of his thick length, buried to the base, as far as possible in her trembling body. He was pleased to see the taut, stretched cuntlips swollen almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer pinkness of her ribbon of labia minora clasping tightly around the dark-skinned base of his phallus.
He held her there firmly for a moment, savoring the delicious spectacle of this proud bitch helplessly impaled beneath him, with his monstrous rod buried to its limit in the narrowness of her white little belly. He wished the whole world were able to see her now, especially the reverend at her church, spread-eagled this way beneath an atheist as his continued plunging made her scream and yell. He was going to fuck into her in a way she would never forget as long as she lived.
Susan squirmed helplessly beneath the evil-smiling Izzie. She was aware of the heated, searing pain of his sudden, blunt entry tearing cruelly at her anguished insides. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in an attempt to ward off the huge invading cudgel, but once again the drug was taking hold, forcing her body to return to the tranquil state it had assumed prior to the violation of her vagina. Every part of her other than her cunt relaxed, and her inner channel throbs seemingly incited his cock to dig deeper and deeper into her, moving through the tightness of her squeezing pussy as the walls of her cringing cunt clasped tightly around the cock like a clinging glove. She felt its every fleshy ridge as her inner nerve ends transmitted its monstrous shape to her in minute detail. Because her mind was once again relaxing, she was able to "feel" her way around the length and breadth of the organ.
Her brain, though relaxed, was able to think clearly. There was something alive inside her. She was aware of the hard, rubbery point pressing into the deepest part of her vagina, her thin folds of membranous flesh moving along its length, the tickling hairs of his dangling testicles reaching into the crevice between her buttocks as if trying to become part of her. She was one with the delving organ, and in spite of her pain her tongue began a wild licking at the wetness of her lips. He had smeared them well with his lubrication, and her nostrils flared once again, still drawing the pungency of the aroma he had left there deep into her olfactory senses, mingling it in a strange marriage with the feeling of the throbbing cock lodged in the depths of her cringing belly.
Everything seemed to roll together inside her, merging into one great big fiery ball of hunger, lusting for even more in spite of the pain she felt. Now Izzie began flexing his member rapidly inside her, not moving his body, but keeping the full length of his throbbing cock buried in her. Her cunt contracted involuntarily as more lascivious thoughts raced through her mind. She realized this was what happened to a woman after the chapter ended in those romance books where her bared breasts were caressed.
"Uh!" she grunted softly through slightly bared teeth, feeling a mingling of pleasure and pain, all at once.
He waited a moment, then flexed again, watching her lovely face as it contorted below him. Her mouth was hanging limply open while her eyelids were tightly clamped shut.
"Ooooonnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped, holding her breath as the expanded phallus swelled even more, stretching the narrow passage of her vagina even farther open.
Izzie flexed again, this time setting a slow, teasing rhythm to his pulsating throbs. He watched the white-skinned woman's nostrils begin a slow, hesitant flaring in time to the rhythmic beat he was setting. Soft mewling sounds of delighted pleasure continued issuing from her openly gasping mouth in time to the way his cock throbbed inside her vagina.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh . . . Godddd help me . . .I.. . uhhhhh . . . like it!" she gasped, shuddering.
Izzie was suddenly aware the walls of her vagina were starting to respond to his throbs by throbbing back, squeezing the full head of his pulsating penis. The wetly clasping flesh within began a soft opening and closing around the length of his pulsating member.
He did not move for the moment, but rather continued the slow, continuous rhythmic throbs into the skewered, red-haired woman lying beneath him. He was barely able to contain himself as her grunts of pleasure continued resounding through the otherwise silent room. Her head was lolling-from side to side on the pillow beneath, and her rounded, womanly hips began a slow, involuntary dancing beneath the pressure of his solidly impaling rod. He clamped his teeth firmly and solidly together as he became aware of her hungrily nibbling crotch screwing itself all the more tightly against his shuddering body.
Susan's body was coming vibrantly to life, now. Though the drug she had taken prevented her from being afraid and having anticipatory sensations, it enhanced the enjoyment she was feeling, and as a result she was physically able to respond to the thrills within her, even though she had been incapable of feeling fear, earlier.
Whatever pain she had felt was now receding, slowly beginning to dissipate, giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began somewhere deep inside her trembling womb and then seeped relentlessly through the tingling nerves of her inner flesh. Sensation after sensation rippled through her seething vagina and oozed from her red-fleeced lips, fanning like strings of seething fire across the creamy whiteness of her tremblingly solid thighs. The sensations traveled along the full length of her widely splayed legs and circled around inside her trembling toes, curling them against the bottoms of her feet. Thrills worked their way up from her tautly contracting belly, charging through her aching rib cage, reaching into the tips of her pinkly palpitating nipples. Both breast buds peaked into hard, tiny capsules, sensitive even to the touch of the air about her. Thin rivulets of perspiration rolled down the sides of her full, pulsating mounds of breast flesh, wetting the mattress beneath her.
The lovely redhead rotated her hips from side to side around the thickness of the heavily fleshy, impaling member, her narrow vagina dilating in time to the constantly rhythmic thrills she was feeling. To her, it was as if there were some kind of heart embedded in the palpitating head of the cock whose heat against her inner passage was fast becoming a part of her being. She was one with the driving organ. It didn't matter that it was attached to a man her mind accepted as the vilest, most contemptible of human beings. All that counted was the fact that the penis was continually probing more and more deeply into her, delving back and forth in her taut feminine chamber, building sensations far greater than anything she had ever imagined when reading all those romance novels.
Izzie was barely able to contain his inner glee as he felt her smooth body moving, her hairy pelvis slamming against his own groin as he buried his rock-stiff cock inside her again and again. Tiny contracting muscles deep inside her tender pussy were beginning to hungrily nibble at the swollenly inflated head. The seethingly dilated cuntlips between her hair-surrounded coral opening continued to tantalizingly suck away, sliding moistly down the length of the pulsating rod for several inches, then slowly nibbling their way back up for several inches, buffeting her soft down solidly against the scratchiness of his pubic hair. Again and again he embedded the full length of himself deep into the warmth of her slender white tummy. At one point he remained totally immobile, keeping his body perfectly still above her with his hands on either side of her rounded shoulders, his knees digging firmly into the mattress. He allowed her quivering body to pump up and down at will on his rigid piston as they remained tightly fused together.
He looked down, staring at the slow withdrawal of his cock from her vagina, pulling thin, soft ridges of her pink flesh out each time she screwed her ass-cheeks down into the mattress. Then there was the delectable sight of the entry-pushing the soft, trembling folds all the way back into her as the moist, shiny length was swallowed whole back into the salacious opening. He enjoyed the way she strained against him, watching the way she now moved with utter abandon. The physical paralysis had totally worn off, but even now her mind was unable to accept anything other than pleasure and tranquility. There was a half-crazed smile widening her beautiful lips.
Susan's motions became faster and faster with every passing second, the tempo of her thrusts slamming against him becoming more and more urgent, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip. She was straining to reach her satisfaction, and the juices of her squeezing, milking vagina were beginning to flow so that he heard the wet, sucking sound of the in-and-out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust her body sharply along the length of his cock, burying the full length of it deep inside her. Her back arched a foot off the bed, her feet flatly digging into the mattress on either side of his body as he pressed himself all the more urgently into her. She was bucking wildly now, and he knew she was going to come before he would.
"AAAAII IIIIEEEEE . . . YYYYAAAAIIII . . . GGGGHHHH . . . AAAAAANN NNGGGG-HHHHAAAAIIII . . . GGGGHHHH . . . EEEE-YYYYIIIIAAAA . . . GGGGHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, gasping with a deep-throated groan, her body beginning to vibrate and quiver uncontrollably. Wet, colorless lubrication oozed from the throbbing passage, drowning his thrusting, impaling member with its sticky warmth, trickling down the crevices of her white, globular buttocks, also running over his balls as they pressed solidly against the tiny brown pucker of her anus.
The fucking Izzie went berserk at that point as the lovely librarian grunted out the last of her inner juices against his matted pelvis. Her body continued to jerk and twitch spasmodically against him. He reached back, grabbing her two ankles, and he began pushing them forward, ramming her knees brutally over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball, completely helpless beneath him. Her knees were pushed back and digging into the pillow beneath her head, the wide-split pinkness into which his cock was buried completely open to his desire.
He began withdrawing the deeply embedded instrument until only the very tip of his glans rested between her vulva. Then he slammed forward with all his stored-up strength. Damn it all! This fucking was designed to please him rather than her. Most of the other women he fucked also came, and he realized it was because of the drug he had given them. Well, the bitch had enjoyed herself, and now it was his turn. The full, throbbing, pulsating length of his incited cock sank cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina. He listened with thrilled pleasure at the wetly flat smacking as his stomach thudded itself against hers, the sweat on both their skins making the sound of a whip cracking in the room.
His body now dropped down heavily against that of Susan's, pressing her thighs into her breasts, and mashing them against her chest. He locked his drooling mouth solidly against her sweet pink lips, thrusting his wetly dripping tongue into the depths of her throat, stifling the low animal grunts beginning to form there. His shoulders now pressed against the full backs of her thighs, keeping her locked in that helpless position as he continued pounding into her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the white, full cheeks of her buttocks, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm, soft flesh, pulling the white, rounded cheeks far apart.
He began long, vibrant strokes into the tightly streaming passage that was sodden and slippery with the fluids of her climax, withdrawing the head once again until only the tip was inside her, and then thrusting forward hard with his driving hips, until his swollen testicles were screwing tightly against the wide-split crack between her asscheeks.
Susan continued moaning and groaning, totally helpless in this position as her exposed vagina was plundered again and again. He was driving into her so hard, her head was slamming back against the headboard of the bed, and though she tried resisting, even if she didn't have the tranquilizer in her system, her position made it impossible for her to fight back. She felt the giant head sliding up and down inside her warmly wet, viscous passage like a feathered piston moving in and out. The hot slap of his soft, hair-covered testicles against her perineum as he continually jerked forward made her quiver. Each time he pulled back she felt a cool rush of air shoot into her.
Her interior began to flare and the resisting lips of her hair-lined furrow began to flower open to receive the thrilling rape of her tender genitalia. Her own hands now forced themselves from beneath her body, reaching forward and snaking around his back. He was driving into her so solidly, she was aware she was on the verge of yet another orgasm. Her nails began clawing red streaks down his back to his buttocks as she pulled him deep into her fleece-lined, sucking tunnel, having him slam hard against her each time he skewered into her.
Susan's mouth sucked voraciously on the evil man's thrusting tongue. Greedily she swallowed the saliva he poured into her throat as her body began matching the rhythmic drives of his cock with movements of her own.
Then Izzie was there, firing uncontrollably, unable to scream out his passion as her teeth sank into his tongue. As she felt the white seed spurt into her, Susan peaked again. It was too much for her, and as she slowly rode down from the crest of her orgasm, she passed out, unaware of when Izzie finally pulled out of her.
CHAPTER THREE
Professor Edwin Corey was probably the best teacher of biology at the local university. The reason he was so good was, like Freud, he related everything to sex.
Though he was a man who loved to fuck, he never played around with any of the girls who took his class. He was strict when it came to school, and he insisted all his students either know their work or they would be flunked.
At the age of thirty-seven, the professor was six feet tall, with tan flesh, jet-black hair which he combed straight back, wide, keenly observing brown eyes, a pointed nose, a firm mouth, and a rugged jawline. Though he did no exercise other than bedroom gymnastics, he managed to keep his body in fairly good shape. As a biologist, he had seen exercise destroy too many men, and though it was reputedly healthy to build up one's body, too many weightlifters ended up with arthritic arms, and too many joggers ended up with rheumatic gout.
There were literally hundreds of women, either single, divorced, or ignored by their husbands, who were always looking for a good cock on a Saturday night, and if Corey didn't set up a date in advance, all he had to do was wander through the many bars that lined Vestry Street. As a result, he met many of the lovely ladies who killed business completely for the pavement princesses in that particular village.
Such a woman was Elaine Carter. Elaine was a small, slender brunette, with skin as tan as Corey's, and hair as black. Her hair was formed in bangs on her forehead, and came down in a page boy cut around her face. She had big eyes, a slender, short nose, full lips, and though her body was not exactly voluptuous, there was no doubt about her being a woman. The halter blouse of royal purple that she wore above a skirt of the same color let everyone see she had breasts, even though they weren't mammoth. She was unable to wear a brassiere with the halter, and the sides of her breasts were visible to any male who wanted to look, which was just about every male in the bar where she was having a drink.
Elaine was particular about the various men she dated. Her husband, a very successful gynecologist, apparently touched every pussy in town other than her own. He never seemed to have time for her, so Elaine went looking for cock to please her.
Though she had seen Edwin Corey from time to time, either she had a date before he walked into the bar where she was drinking, or he managed to pick up someone before getting to her. She had been curious about the man, since more than one woman she knew claimed he was about the best lover in the village.
That particular evening, she saw him come into the bar early, and he was alone. So was she. Not wanting to wait and hope he would come over and talk to her, she hurried over to him and said, "I'm glad you're free, this evening. I'm Elaine. Let's get out of here."
Corey, dressed in a casual pair of tan slacks, a white shirt open at the collar, and a brown sport coat, took one look at her and knew she was quality.
"Your place or mine," he asked, casually ushering her out of the bar.
"Your place, of course," she told him. "I wouldn't like my husband walking in and surprising us at my place."
"My place it is," he told her, leading her to his TC-3.
He held the door open for her, she got in, then he shut the door, got in on the driver's side, then drove directly to his apartment in the new condominium on Eastside Avenue. He parked the car in the private parking area in the garage under the building, and then they took the elevator up to his three-bedroom apartment.
Elaine was somewhat astonished when she looked around the place. She had expected it to be well-furnished, but she hadn't expected it to be so large.
When she asked why, he told her, "On the off-chance that one day I might marry, I don't feel like moving. With three bedrooms everything ought to be fine, even if I have a son and a daughter."
"It's a little late in life to start thinking of children," she pointed out.
"It's never too late," he smiled.
It was a six room apartment, and one of the rooms was what he called his game room. He had a pool table in it, and a desk where he sat to do his school-work away from school.
His swivel chair was standing out from behind the desk, and after he had removed his sport coat, Elaine pushed him into it. Then she sat in his lap, lifting her legs over the left arm, and her voluptuous weight as well as the heat of her lovely thighs seemed to burn through the thin material of the man's trousers. Corey felt the shapes of her labia through her panties as she rubbed it against his stiffening cock, sparking it to life.
Elaine wound her slender arms lovingly around the handsome man's neck, saying, "I've been looking forward to this for a long, long time." Her whisper was husky and sexy.
Corey, feeling the pressure of her full, firm, albeit small breasts against his chest, and very aware of the sweet fragrance of her breath-she had been drinking Cointreau-as well as the bare skin of her arms so intimately close to him, settled back in the chair.
"I have the funny feeling I've been missing a helluva lot by not knowing you," he told her.
"We'll make up for it right now," she replied.
The man slid his trembling hands around her slender feminine form until they held the delightfully luscious woman possessively around her very slender midriff. She leaned more closely into him, letting the bare space between her haltered breasts rub against his chest, taunting him with her near-nakedness.
"Normally I would think a woman like you would be worthy of a nice soft bed," he said to her, a catch of desire in his whispered voice. "But I have the funny feeling you're unique, and you aren't exactly crazy to go after a bed right now."
Elaine slid from his lap and slowly stood up. She walked over to the huge wall window that ran from the ceiling to the floor behind the desk, and she found the cord that opened the satin blue drapes. Pulling the drapes open, she turned off the light so that the two of them were bathed in the light of a three-quarter moon.
She -liked this man. She -liked him a lot. He didn't ask questions, but accepted her for herself, while at the same time treating her like a lady. There were very few men who knew how to treat her as far as she was concerned. Her husband had been one of them, before he had become so involved with treating pussies, that he was too busy to fuck one.
Without another word, she began undressing. She removed her halter and dropped it on his desk, then pulled off her skirt and the panties underneath. She then peeled down her pantyhose, as well, and left everything on the desk. Then she walked over to him, and without a word undressed him as he sat in the chair. He had to lift his buttocks when she tugged down his pants and undershorts, and she even took the time to removed his socks. Then she rose, straddled him, and stared at him, the silver moon making her tanned asscheeks look white as they poised directly over the hardness of his stiff, long cock.
"Here," she breathed, leaning forward and kissing him lightly on the mouth. "We'll fuck right here."
Corey, still sitting in the chair, slowly moved his hands around her asscheeks, then lifted them to caress her lithe back, half-supporting her, raising her so that her lovely body lifted slightly above his. She helped by letting her inner thighs trail around the arms of the chair.
"Now you do some of the work," he told her, lightly kissing her mouth, letting their tongue-tips touch again and again.
She let his tongue run along her lip lines, and her hands reached down and grasped his cock. Her inner thighs, pressing on the arms of the chair, helped keep her body lifted. Her fingers caressed the long penis as if it were some valuable art object. Elaine had become almost as expert about penises as her husband had become concerning vaginas. She had to admit this was one of the better specimens. Granted she'd handled some larger ones. She had also handled some thicker ones, but she had to admit this one was a perfect balance of length and thickness.
Her small, pulsating breasts, standing so firmly in front of her, pushed forward even more as she raised her body higher, breaking contact with his mouth and almost smothering him as he leaned her lovely breasts against his face to gain support in the awkward position they were in.
Still holding the biology professor's throbbing prick very firmly in her two hands, the lovely brunette leaned back. The side of the desk was directly behind her, and she was able to position her buttocks on the edge of the desk, pulling the man to a half-standing position, out of the chair as she moved. He spread his legs to better maintain his balance, and his fingers trailed loosely down both sides of her curvaceous hips, caressing them with loving adoration.
Elaine, with a small, almost whimpering gurgle of desire, continued to run her cool and slender womanly fingers up and down the full length of the underside of his throbbing cock, teasing the organ until the long, thickened penis began wildly jumping and pulsing in her hands. It took her almost no time to learn every last inch of the man's body, and each time her fingers returned to the length of cock standing out from his groin, she felt the same, overwhelmingly terrific thrill. It was as if it was still impossible to believe that she had finally managed to come together with this man she had coveted for so long.
Their totally naked bodies were completely and clearly outlined by the moon as they half-stood, half-sat before the large picture window, but neither of them gave any thought to it. The only thing lodged in their minds at that moment was to somehow quench the burning flames that now deeply burned in his throbbing prick and her squeezing cunt.
As she continued playing with the professor's cock, Corey began digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her lovely tan breasts. Each was just about a handful. He palmed the nipples, rubbing them until they grew large and hard beneath his caressing touch. The jelly-like flesh of her small, but firm breasts excited and aroused him beyond belief.
Elaine -liked nothing better than to have a man handle her roughly without actually hurting her. She moved against his hands, letting him know she wanted him to maul and squeeze her breasts. He fondled each nipple until it grewlarge and stiff beneath his fingers, becoming fiercer and more violent in the way he caressed her, making the delightful pleasure in her mount higher and higher. He squeezed his fingers almost ruthlessly into each tanned globe, pulling and stretching them as if they were pieces of putty.
The man's continuing manipulating thoroughly delighted and thrilled Elaine. She knew she was in the hands of a master, and she began probing with her tongue, delving it deep into his sucking mouth. She began hungrily kissing him again and again, slurping his saliva into her mouth, while letting her own dribble down her chin, letting it fall onto his lap. She began kissing him all the more urgently now, rubbing her hungry lips fully against his, at the same time solidly gripping his throbbing cock with a wickedly fierce determination. She squeezed it so tightly, Corey wondered if she might cut off the blood flow and force his cock to shrivel, but no, she seemed to know just how hard to pressure his cock.
She used her left hand to rub the tips of her fingernails over his throbbing penis, provoking the man into a deeper frenzy of aroused passion than before, making the penis twitch as if it were all set to explode. For a moment she was afraid she had gone too far too fast, and she was going to have her groin inundated with his sperm.
Corey brought his anxious right hand down to the tender softness of her waiting vagina, feeling the way it nestled seductively between her slenderly graceful thighs. He parted the soft fur muff very gently and began working his middle finger slowly into the tenderly warm, moist pinkness, gently massaging the slick labia, then moving his finger around and around, softly squeezing his thumb and finger open and shut around the spongy softness of her tenderly quivering vaginal lips.
The beautiful Elaine began to sigh and moan softly, writhing and wriggling her body because of the wonderfully delicious way the man was massaging her. He continued stroking her cuntlips, and she responded by rubbing her hands over the thickness and length of his shuddering cock, coaxing heavy droplets of colorless ointment to seep from it. Lubricated by these falling drops of oil, the lovely brunette pushed her finger under his balls and began feeling through the crack between his asscheeks for his puckered rectum. She fidgeted tenderly around the tiny opening and gave the handsome college professor a delirious sensation of sheer, totally obscene delight. She moved her other hand up to the nape of his neck, caressing all the sensitive areas there, knowing only too well with so many other men how touching there would excite and thrill a male.
The combination of his asshole being probed and his neck being massaged got to Edwin Corey, igniting him to a higher, more fevered pitch of thrilling excitement and aroused inner lust. His own hand began moving that much more furiously, massaging and probing and delving into the lovely brunette's trembling pussy. Slowly but surely he was building her into a bundle of raw nerves and unreleased tension.
Elaine began uttering a series of low, gasping moans. She pressured his body with her knees, making him move around on the desk until his back was to the window. Then she reached out with her feet and pressed them against the edges of the panes of glass, hoping they would hold. Her cunt and lovely ass were all the more widely exposed to his hungering gaze, and the moonlight, coming over his shoulder, lit up the area, making him even more hungry for her. Her wet, pink opening looked almost white in the moonlight, but it was plainly as juicy as any man might hope for, and Corey saw she was as ready as possible for the length of his cock.
The professor moved his hands upward, rubbing her body for a moment, then placing his palms against the backs of her thighs. He proceeded to rub firmly upward, letting his working fingers mold and shape themselves to the flaccid texture of the lovely brunette's rounded asscheeks. The sexy buttocks tilted obediently, moving whichever way he chose to move them, docilely obeying the constant pressure of his hands. He fitted his strong thumbs into the deep cleft which curved beneath each rounded buttock, while he kept the remaining fingers spread over the slick surfaces of her gluteal mounds as he pressured his thumbs upward.
The pressure caused the placid globes of delightful ass-flesh to open under his constant fondling, revealing the tiny brown pucker of her asshole, looking almost black because of the silver moonlight shining on it. Still holding her lovely asscheeks so that the delightful cleavage between them was widely revealed to his eyes, he gently pushed the lovely lady back so that she lay on top of the desk. He lowered his face and began delving with his tongue into the seething, sucking opening of her searing pussy. It thrilled Elaine, making her squeal and wriggle.
The oral probe continued licking forward, the pointed tip pressing wetly against the tiny bud of her tantalizing clitoris. She writhed on the desk, small mewls and gasps of delighted pleasure escaping from her slightly parted lips.
"Mmmmm . . . uuuunnnnhhhh . . . yesssss . . . aaaaHHHHhhh . . . that's the wayyyyyy . . . don't stop sucking.. . lick my pussy.. . ahhhhhh.. . love it.. . love it.. . love it.. . keep on sucking.. . yesss . . . ohhhhhhhh . . . so good . . . so good.. . . "
She moaned again and again through the sensations of desire constantly building up deep inside her shuddering belly as his tongue continued to circle deep inside her sodden feminine swamp with the pointed tip flicking against the tantalizingly wet, sensitive walls with wild, frenzied movements.
The odor of her flowing pussy juices filled his quivering nostrils with a sharply pungent aroma. Lord! She smelled good, this one. It was more than using the right douche. Her natural odors were so delightful, so arousing, so thrilling, he was unable to control himself in any way.
With his lancing oral organ, the man licked solidly against her perineum, and then let his tongue drift into her asshole. This, like her cunt, was tasty and clean. The tight little opening seemed to quiver and clench tightly against the droolingly wet tongue, but Corey persisted, his hands still gripping her asscheeks, tugging them wide apart, and eventually he succeeded in worming an inch or two of his tongue into the tightly narrow passageway.
While he explored with his tongue inside the thrillingly exciting erotic area of the lovely woman's anus, his pressuring thumbs were still at work, moving up to the trembling lips of her seething pussy, playing with and fondling the pink lips. Then he plunged the both thumbs as far into her seething cunt as he was able to drive them. Inside, she had become a cauldron of fire.
His back was starting to ache in the bent-over position, and so, without actually taking his mouth from the dripping aperture of her asshole, and without once losing the rhythm of the way his thumbs stroked in and out of her cunt, the handsome college professor moved to his knees and leaned across the desk, propping his upper body up on his elbows as he used his forearms to force the beautiful brunette's slender thighs even farther apart.
By now, Elaine was a quivering mass of uncontrolled emotions, her entire shuddering body trembling, a mass of wildly shuddering spasms. Her head was so far back on the desk, it now hung over the edge, and her short black hair swished from side to side against the front panel of the desk. Her movement had caused all the clothing she had dropped on the desk to fall to the floor.
The heatedly smooth, delicious flesh of Elaine's steaming vagina was so delightfully soft and tender, that Corey once again returned to it. Tasting it made him wild with desire for her, and he began dribbling lubricant from the tip of his penis as if he had a river of the oil inside him. A lot of it fell to the expensive carpeting, but fortunately, when it dried, it would disappear without a trace.
The urge to shoot then and there almost shuddered through the man. He shut his eyes tightly until the overpowering urge settled back inside him. He managed to fight the spasm and bring it under control, panting almost desperately.
Now he concentrated his attention completely on the beautiful brunette's hot vaginal pandiculation, staring at it in the moonlight, seeing how pale it looked, wondering how much richer the pink of her vaginal interior would look under normal light. Pale or rich, the shape and tightness of the cunt had him entranced, and he had to admit her pussy was beautiful. As a connoisseur of cunt, he felt qualified to decide if a woman was well-constructed, or not. Some women had cunts that were too tight. They looked almost mean, and very scrawny. Other women had cunts that were too large, or the opening was too egg-shaped instead of round. But this woman, ah, this woman had a perfect cunt, not just for her size, but simply a perfect cunt for his cock, no matter what her size.
His lancing tongue worked its way around and around inside the tight opening, sucking her juices, tasting her soft flesh and licking at the membranes just behind her inner lips. He was thrilled to feel another sudden rush of soaking cunt oil escaping from her vagina and inundating this mouth.
If he had this woman judged correctly, and by now Corey was almost positive he did, she had just had a minor orgasm. There were some women who would give their eyeteeth to have something like this, but to a woman like this, this kind of orgasm was trivial, minor, almost unimportant, helping to build her toward bigger and better climaxes. He had met a few women who had a multiple series of climaxes, and he was certain Elaine was one of them. She had barely stiffened her buttocks, this time, but when her earthshaking orgasm finally overpowered her, she would probably batter a hole through the desk.
Corey continued to hungrily lick and suck at her drooling vagina, deriving tremendous pleasure from doing it, knowing how much the lovely woman enjoyed it, herself. This was one special woman, and before he took her home, he intended getting a full measure of satisfaction from her, while giving as good as he got.
She was wildly rotating her lovely asscheeks around and around in a steadily grinding rhythm, trapping his nose between her lovely, pouting labia, then rubbing them lewdly and sensuously together.
He lapped her drooling pussy for a long, long time, then let his hungering tongue return to the tightness of her little rectal opening. But now the time had come to get down to the main event, and he was unable to wait any longer.
He sat back in the executive chair with the arms and pulled her forward. His massive cannon seemed to stick into the air at a forty-five degree angle, ready to fire its bubbly load. Gracefully the beautifully lithe brunette positioned herself above him again.
Corey reached forward, pulling on her asscheeks, bringing her closer and closer to him. She leaned forward, pressing her hands flatly on his shoulders, feeling the tip of his cock wispily brushing against her quivering cuntlips. Her face was alight with the expectant rapture she knew she would receive once he was buried inside her. Her oral lips were pursed in a wet, rounded oval shape, with tiny wisping groans softly escaping from the narrowly pink tunnel inside her mouth.
It was very rare that Elaine found a cock to really satisfy her. Usually, most penises entered her and stroked in and out of her for awhile, and she had a few minor satisfactions, but never achieved the really big one. Before she had an opportunity to really come, the cock was firing a white cannonade inside her. Somehow she knew tonight was going to be different. She was with a man who apparently knew how to control his sperm, at least long enough for her to achieve her own ultimate pleasure.
She was squatting above his throbbing penis, defying not only her husband, but all those inferior cocks that had fucked her prior to tonight. Yes, she knew tonight she was in for something extra-special.
Lifting her lovely head, the muscular cords in her tan neck straining and stretching, almost turning white because of the pressure, she turned her head and looked deep into this man's smoldering eyes. Even though her own head blocked the moon from shining on his face, his eyes seemed to shine in the dark.
"Okay!" she told him, "here we go. After all, this is why we came here in the first place, isn't it?"
"You'd better believe it," Corey grunted beneath her, and then she slowly sat, working the upstanding length of the hot cock deeper and deeper into her sucking interior. She was groaning, begging for more, but still sitting very slowly, wanting to enjoy every last inch of his penetration into her seething cunt. His shuddering cock slid into the tightness of her steaming pussy feeling just the right amount of delicious resistance, and Elaine, in turn, eagerly absorbed the throbbing penis, loving the feel of the muscular organ slipping into the tightness of her.
A surge of fantastic sexual delight and gratification charged through the shuddering body of the sitting Edwin Corey as he slowly continued feeling his cock penetrate deeper and deeper into the lovely Elaine's tightly throbbing cunt. The two seemed to fit one another perfectly. Christ! It was almost as if her cunt had been designed to fit on his thick length of cock. The beautiful brunette sat her body lower and lower, swallowing more and more of the throbbing cock inside the heatedly tight tunnel of her seethingly bubbling, almost effervescent cunt. Her muscles were automatically working, tightly clamping down, then easing up, continually stimulating the professor's senses with indescribable thrills of inner delight. Her hands ran over his almost-hairless chest, her nails stroking the flesh lovingly, her fingertips running over his small, masculine nipples as her large brown eyes stared into his. Her cheeks were hot, red, flushed and excited with a wildly overpowering, burning desire.
She twisted her lust-gyrating hips again and again, moving her body sharply against his up-thrusting haunches, wanting to feel the thrilling penetration in every inch of her tightly demanding vagina.
"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" the handsome professor gasped, feeling the wonderfully exquisite softness of Elaine Carter's inner, pulsating vaginal muscles. He looked down between their bodies, the sight of his throbbingly solid shaft of penile flesh buried all the way inside her, and the sight increased the sensations burning inside him two-fold. He thrilled to the delicious warmth of her gurgling pussy juices frothing inside her, and flowing around the length of his pulsating cock like freshly made whipped cream as she continued to expertly tighten and loosen her vaginal muscles around the plunging organ. Her tight cunt pulled on the penis, stroking it with a clutch far tighter than any fist. Her thighs locked themselves around his waist in a death grip.
Corey flexed the muscles in his buttocks, his head tilted back a little in the chair, and he watched her as her head hung forward, lolling limply from side to side, her eyes now two smoldering white coals of burning lust. She was fantastic.
Elaine shuddered, inwardly feeling the throb of his cock react inside her slithery channel, and she began bouncing her vagina all the more furiously up and down while seated in his lap with her legs draped over the arms of the chair. Her teeth were tightly clamped together from the tremendous strain of the wonderfully delightful and thrillingly obscene sensations she was feeling as his cock drove into her again and again. Leaning forward, she pressed her small, firm breasts into his body, and gripped the arms of the chair all the more tightly with her knees. Her arms were around his shoulders, squeezing him tightly as she slammed her fulcrum even more solidly against his lap, feeling his hardness nail itself even more deeply into her sucking pussy.
"Uuuuuunnnnn . . . ggggghhhhh! Yessssss! It'sssss . . . unnnnhhhh . . . s-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . gooo-ooooood. . . " he gasped, enjoying their lewd salacious fucking all the motor because it was taking place in front of the picture window in his apartment before an unseeing world. They would never know the sight they were missing.
Corey, his eyes narrowly dilated as if in some kind of hypnotic trance, slid his hands lower, delving under her buttocks, cupping them in his hands as he planted his feet flat on the floor and drove his cock straight up into the tight wetness of her sucking pussy. His fingers dug themselves deeply into the two globular gluteal mounds of soft flesh as his fingers continually kneaded them, pulling on them and stretching them apart with each wildly fucking upward thrust as he drove his cock more and more wildly into her.
Elaine responded immediately, clamping her thighs all the more tightly around the arms of the chair as she slammed her hot cunt down again and again. She felt a power in her as she always did at such a time, and she was certain she was eventually going to crack the chair arms with her strength as she levered herself up and down again and again and again.
Corey worked his finger into the narrow crevice between her asscheeks, searching again and again with the tip of it for the tightly throbbing crinkle of her asshole. A driblet of oozing pussy liquid was slithering down across her perineum, and sliding into her anal crevice, lubricating his fingertip. Another droplet came oozing down, moistening her narrowly tight, puckered asshole, lubricating it slightly as he probed experimentally with the end of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic ring surrendered completely and his finger slid in slowly, moving deeper and deeper until it was in to the first knuckle. She lurched forward, lying against him, her legs working up and down against the air, trying to gain a purchase on something, but unable to do so. The probing of the finger hurt a little because she was still trying to squeeze her sphincter around it.
"Uhhhhhhnnnhhhhh!" she gasped into his ear. "Ohhhhhhhh . . . yes . . . yes . . . do it! Hurt me a little! I like this kind of pain! Hurt me!"
In spite of the fact that he knew he was hurting her a little, Corey became aware of the rotating motions of her asscheeks as she pushed back on his finger, and little by little the digit pushed upward, sinking deeper and deeper until it was in to the palm of his hand. He moved the finger around inside her, continually rotating it in the tight, fleshy depths of her rectal opening. He was able to feel through the thin, membranous wall separating her cunt from her rectum, and his finger sensed the pressure of the underside of his cock as it continued sliding in and out of her. He used his free hand to hold her buttock, lifting her up and down, moving her body between his cock and his finger, maintaining an equal pressure in both tunnel as she continually slammed herself down as hard as she was able to on top of him. Her asshole was tight and dry, and his finger massaged the squeezing walls, and the tight pressure within caused her to abruptly jerk. Then she was totally caught up in the rhythm again, and opening her legs nice and wide around him, gave him even greater access to her womanly cave as she bounced up and down on the thick prick continuing to ravish her tight cunt while his finger kept on digging into her asshole.
Corey was aware of his throbbing cock continuing to expand and swell inside the tightness of her body until it felt as if it was going to suddenly explode and burst from the exquisite pleasure continually building in his throbbing balls as they slapped solidly against her asscheeks, above. He knew it wasn't going to be much longer now. She was an astounding woman, building him to the peak where he was no longer able to restrain his orgasm. Hell! He just wanted to make sure she came.
Corey began moving even more wildly now, ramming his throbbing cock into her with long, hard, seething strokes, keeping perfect time with his finger as it continued screwing into the tight narrowness of her shuddering rectum, exciting her all the more. Elaine raked her fingers up and down his back, urging him to move even more quickly, slamming her asscheeks down on his thighs as if she were a jockey urging her mount to go at top speed down the last lap of the track.
"Shove that finger and cock into me all the harder!" the lovely brunette grunted at him, her eyes rolling up in her head as her eyelids fluttered. She was already behaving as if in the uncontrollable throes of some kind of wild fit.
Corey steadied his feet on the floor, and literally slammed his sweating, oily cock deeper and harder into the heated tightness of her clasping vagina. He knew she was close to her own peak now, as she continued pressuring the arms of his chair between her slenderly beautiful tan thighs. Her knees opened and closed again and again in time to the way he thrust his cock solidly into her.
The beautiful brunette was tearing pieces of flesh from the man's back as her coal-hard nipples dug into his chest, almost making his flesh bleed there, as well. She was struggling now, fighting to reach her culmination as the two moved more and more furiously. Her cheek pressed against his as she leaned all the way forward, almost in a jackknife position on top of him, slamming her sodden twat against his groin again and again. Her eyes were rolling like marbles in her head, and her face was contorted and strained as she realized the time to come had arrived.
"AAAAAIIIIYYYYYYAAAAAGGG GGHH-HHHH . . . COMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG . . . GGGGGHHHHH HHHAAAAAANNN NN-NNNGGGGG GHHHHH . . . HHHHUUUUU-UU UNNNNNGGGG HHHHHHAAAGGGGH-HH!" she bellowed, her mouth gaping wide open in delightfully ecstatic abandonment.
She wrapped her legs around the back of the chair now, forming a circle with them around his waist and the chair, her tight, pink, squeezing pussy continually battering his cock as he slammed into her again and again. Her arms were now tightly locked around his neck, and her mouth was panting into his ear as her tongue probed inside, as well. Her eyes were no longer able to focus and though they were open saw nothing.
Another scream was starting to form on the beautiful edges of her delightful lips, her teeth now clamping down solidly on his earlobe, gripping it in pain-filled ecstasy. Tiny muffled grunts were erupting from deep within her, punctuating the rhythm of her pulsating cunt as it slammed down against his throbbing cock. Her slender nostrils now flared out madly as she continued to uninhibitedly screw herself against the probing length of his rock-solid, burningly heated cock, locking herself against him with all the strength of her clamping thighs as her wet pussy continued spasmodically jerking itself against his cock.
"EEEEEYYYYYY AAAAAAIIIIIIGGGGG-HH HHHAAAAAANNN NNNGGGGHHHHH-HH!" she shrieked again, her voice so shrill it almost shattered the huge picture window behind her, floating as it did through the room.
After the next series of explosions, she held her breath for what seemed like an interminable eternity, and then finally expelled it as though she had been trapped under water, her lungs bursting from the prolonged pressure before she was finally able to let it go.
He realized there was no way on earth for him to move her at that moment as she lay very still on top of him, save for the uncontrollable quivering of her seething cunt still firmly locked around his aching, throbbing length of hard cock. His penis was buried as far as possible inside her dilated cunt as she lay there, resting, panting, unable to move.
Little by little strength began returning to the lovely Elaine. She felt the thickness of his hard cock locked inside her and realized the man had not yet had his own satisfaction.
Sliding off him, she lay down on top of his deak, her body supinely flat, her head so far back it was hanging over the far end of the desk. Her mouth hung loosely open as she greedily sucked air into her lungs again and again.
Corey felt the cool air rushing across his slickly wet cock, and he knew he had to do something to satisfy himself. Just looking at the lithe body stretched out on his desk made his cock hurt that much more.
Standing, managing to escape the confines of the swivel chair, the professor stretched his tortured muscles as his rock solid penis stood straight out, at full attention at a forty-five degree angle away from his body in shudderingly stiff erection. He leaned forward and ran his hands over the delightfully gorgeous curves of her lush body. As he did so, he began moving around the desk, first to the side of the desk, then to the front of the desk where
Elaine's head still dangled, upside down as if helpless with exhaustion, her beautiful lips still parted, a series of sighing sounds flitting from between them.
The man's hungry eyes locked on the full sensuousness of her delightful lips, still muttering nothings into the open air as she continued drifting down from the peak of her fantastic orgasms. Her parted lips were wet and shiny because her tongue had constantly played over them again and again as she had fucked herself against the driving cock. She lay there as if suffering, yet Corey and she knew she was not suffering in the slightest as her head dangled awkwardly.
He tangled his fingers into the short, black locks of her hanging hair as he lifted her head a little so that her lovely parted lips were on a level with the swollen head of his nard cock. He intended shoving every last little inch of his long, thick cock between them. The mere idea of that lovely, soft, warm mouth wetly closing around his prick caused his penis to jerk, and only the strongest willpower kept him from shooting his penile juices all over her face and upraised breasts.
Elaine's eyes grew wide with aroused excitement as she realized just what it was this man intended doing. Men loved blowjobs, but they usually either asked her, or waited for her to make the first move. This was the first man who took it for granted that a woman as expert as she in fucking, would be just as good when it came to sucking. There was a lasciviousness about this that she was enjoying far and away more than anything she had done with previous lovers. Her pursed lips were a bare inch away from the tip of his swollen penile head, and she parted her lips that much more widely, breathing heavily against the outstanding organ, allowing her burning breath to flow over the hot cock with a maddening breeziness.
Elaine was signifying her willingness to suck his cock. It was all Edwin Corey needed.
"All right, honey, suppose you start showing me just how good you are at sucking," he moaned in anguish above her.
The man's thrilling words excited and aroused her. She felt his burning eyes taking in the delicious sight of her beautiful body, enjoying her helpless nakedness, and it thrilled her to know that even in such a satisfied state she was able to arouse any man looking at her.
Her pink tongue suddenly flicked out like that of a cobra, the tip coming into seething contact with the rubbery head of his bloated cock. She began laving the penile organ, the pink oral organ now continually circling the smooth flesh of the rubbery head as the professor sighed and groaned, twisting and turning above her from the wickedly cruel teasing to which she was subjecting him. Her tongue continued to flick wildly at the throbbing penis, leaping hungrily out from between her beautiful white teeth. She then began to lick very rapidly at the tiny slit in the throbbing penile head. A thin string of lubricant seeped from the penis and attached itself to her upper lip, stretching across her open mouth. She strained, trying to bring her face closer to him, the muscular cords in her neck standing out as she now tried hard to suck the throbbing penis between her lips, and when she realized she was, as yet, unable to do this, she frantically reached up and grabbed his balls with her right hand, tugging on them, forcing him to come forward, pulling the long, thick cock into the tightness of her sucking mouth until the head was pushing against her tonsils.
Closing her eyes, she relaxed her gullet to keep from choking, and sucked furiously. Corey's throbbing, swollen prick was now rammed deep inside her lovely mouth, and she felt the rubbery penile head rubbing the full length of her tongue as it sank deeper and deeper into the throbbing tightness of her lovely throat. Drool filled her mouth, but because the thick pole clogged so much of her oral cave, it came dripping out, running along her cheek to her temple. Christ! His cock felt as thick as a barber pole in her mouth.
He began a slow, rhythmic fucking tempo of his loins and cock, pushing his penis deeper into her face. Elaine, in turn, began sucking furiously, swishing her working tongue with a delightful thrill around and around the length of the pulsating cock, now protruding like a giant, impersonal telephone pole from between the oval shape of her lovely lips.
Corey was sighing and groaning almost incoherently, his brain wildly swirling above her delightful tossing head as he pressed his hands firmly around her bloated cheeks. He had waited to come long enough, and now he was going to fire an entire stream of white-hot, burning semen down her throat, feeling the thrill of her tongue and lips working around his cock as his juices seeped into her belly.
He began pumping his throbbing cock in and out of her lovely, sucking mouth, pumping at the rounded, open hole formed by her delightfully sensuous, sucking lips. It was as if more than his cock was sliding between her white teeth. It was as if his entire body was pushing its way into the heatedly wet cavity into the warmth of her deep throat.
Corey felt the mounting pressure continuing to build in his throbbing testicles as his scrotum slapped against the bridge of her nose. All the while she continued sucking on the throbbing organ in a heated passion. The pull of her lips inflated his swollen cock to a thickness he had never known, before.
It was becoming too much for Corey, and he hoped his knees wouldn't buckle before he came. He was so close, now, so close.
The semen in him was building, and he knew there was no way on earth for him to keep it under control, now. He began jerking his throbbingly powerful cock forward, as the heated white sperm, lying in wait in his balls, now began boiling and bubbling, moving through the tubes connecting his testicles to his penis, and then through the length of the long urethra in the underside. Then it was spurting from the tip of his cock, into her sucking mouth as he shoved the full length of his organ as far into her oral cave as was humanely possible.
The thrusting cock, digging into her throat, built yet another climax in the sucking Elaine, and she groaned beneath him as the initial heated spurts of his fiery semen began flooding into her gullet. Much of it she began swallowing immediately, though there was so much, the fluid began backing up as he continued punching his cock into her throat. Her cheeks were bloated with the sperm as her throat continued contracting greedily, swallowing and sputtering to keep from strangling on the white, sticky fluid as he continued emptying his testicles relentlessly into the depths of her throat.
He lay on top of her, exhausted for the moment, but his cock was shriveling in her mouth. Elaine continued sucking at it gently, until the upside-down position became too much for her. She slipped the penis from between her lips and sat up. She'd had three good orgasms in the time it had taken him to reach one, and after a drink and a rest, there was more to come.
CHAPTER FOUR
Susan, who had blanked out on the bed after the overpowering orgasm she had sustained, was now wide awake. She was still on the same bed, lying on her back, her arms bound together above her head, tied to the headboard. She was still totally naked, and felt thoroughly ashamed. It was as if a blanket of disgrace had been thrown over her, and it was a blanket she would never be able to rid herself of, no matter what else she clothed her body with in the future.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked, seeing Izzie, now fully dressed, walk into the room.
"Why I'm going to make some money with your body, of course."
"But I'm no whore," she gasped.
"Not only that, but you were a virgin until tonight. I took the liberty of cleaning your cunt out while you were unconscious, by the way. The men who are going to use you want to make certain they get a disease-free woman, they, themselves being free of disease and wanting to remain that way. What better assurance can I give them than to tell them the truth, that you were a virgin until I fucked you."
"Why me?" Susan asked, tearfully.
"Because you are quite beautiful when you don't hide behind your glasses and no makeup. I notice you have even done your hair differently. Good! You see, I've put makeup on you while you were unconscious, and none of the men will recognize you as the librarian. After all, none of them have seen you with your hair done in the fluffy style it is now, nor have they ever seen you with lipstick, rouge, and waterproof mascara. When the last of men is finished, I will drive you home. You should get home just about in time to change into one of your plain dresses and wash off your old makeup so you can go to church and pray for me. After all, when someone does something you consider wicked, instead of gaining your revenge on that someone, you show what a good Christian you are by praying for that person's soul."
"Why did I surrender so easily to you, before?" she asked.
"I put a drug in your tea," he replied.
"Please, be good enough to do the same thing again, so that my mind is not a part of this evil thing."
Izzie smiled. His mother had given him many different kinds of potions, and this time he was going to watch the beautiful redhead react. Giving her a tranquilizer would have been foolish. The men who were paying him fifty dollars apiece didn't want a woman lying there like a statue. They wanted a woman who would react, and besides, Izzie wanted to see her reacting.
Smiling, he walked out of the bedroom, and she heard him leave the sitting room. A minute later he was back with a cup of tea, and in front of her he poured the contents of a tiny, quarter-ounce bottle into the tea.
'This should do the trick," he told her, and held her head up with one hand while he held the cup to her lips. She sipped the tea. It was hot, but she managed to get it all inside her, and she thought that at any moment now she would once again be paralyzed and unable to resist what was happening to her.
When she finished, he took the cup and left. A minute later, he was back. With him was Howard Brandwin, the man who collected the garbage from the rear of the library. Brandwin was short, about five-feet-six, with dark-brown hair, and a hard, unsmiling face with a wicked slash for a mouth. He had a firm body from lifting garbage cans all day, but no one wanted anything to do with him sex-wise because they figured he probably stank of garbage at night, as well as during the day.
Izzie had made certain Brandwin, who had paid a hundred dollars for the privilege of having her by himself, had taken a long hot shower. Not that he cared about Susan, but he didn't want Brandwin smelling her up so the other men would not be able to enjoy her.
Susan began praying in fevered anguish for the drug to work as quickly as it had that first time, but it wasn't working. She wanted to cover her nakedness with a cloak of uncaring indifference but found it impossible to do so.
"Remember," Izzie was saying to him. "There are others waiting. You get fifteen minutes alone with her, no more. Whatever you do, I don't want you scarring or scratching her."
Brandwin looked at her and it was immediately obvious that he didn't recognize who she was. At the library he always sneered at her, and once had even passed a remark to the effect that he wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole. The look of lasciviousness on his face told her he intended touching her with a much shorter pole, right now. His eyes were already flickering in appreciation at the delicious white-fleshed feast spread before him, bound helplessly to the bed.
Susan had hoped and prayed the sight of her, helplessly bound to the bed, would stir his conscience, and he would untie her and help her make her escape before the paralysis took over. One look at Brandwin's lust-filled face totally dispelled this hope. Izzie had been clever. He had chosen men who were so starved for sex, they would do nothing to aid her.
The garbage collector removed his shirt, his eyes silently staring at her, showing and undisguised rapaciousness clearly visible in his small, narrowed eyes. His small chest was covered with lots of hair, as if he were some kind of orangutan. She shuddered when he dropped his pants to the floor. His short, slender penis, nowhere near a match for Izzie's, came into view, yet it was still large enough to frighten her.
Susan's eyes were bulging in terror, wondering why the drug Izzie had given her wasn't working. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, beads of perspiration breaking out all over her.
That was when the drug started working, but not in the way she had been expecting. It was frightening.
The initial piercing warning of the rat-faced Izzie's betrayal came as the short Brandwin leaned smilingly over the edge of the bed and began running his rough calloused hands over her smoothly white, cringing flesh.
Susan's reaction was immediate and actually violent.
A deep, indescribable, uncontrollable electric shock blasted through frayed nerve-endings in her quivering body, pricking her like countless thousands of sharp needles. All kinds of laughing demons began dancing wickedly along the tender softness of her white inner thighs. Her swollenly firm buttocks began grinding desperately into the mattress in an attempt to put out the heatedly scorching fires suddenly licking hungrily at her helpless nakedness. Everything was totally futile. The fire in her roared headlong out of control. She lay immobile for another moment, her mind continuing to struggle hopelessly against the constant pinpricks of violent sensation following the path of the man's fingers digging into the tenderness of her alabaster flesh.
Brandwin continued playing cruelly on, completely unaware of the hopeless battle now raging within the agonized woman under his constantly kneading hands. He reached out and placed his heavy thumbs on the fleshy lips of her outer labia, rubbing the hair covering them, and he began to pull them slowly apart. The young woman lay there holding her breath and fighting with all her inner moral strength.
It was not enough. The drug was doing its work well, and her resistance shattered.
Susan groaned, the thrillingly exquisite feeling of cool air rushing over the swelling bud of her enlarging clitoris. The sensations rippled up along her now quivering belly and then charged into the pink nipples of her helplessly throbbing breasts. All kinds of debasing humiliation filled her as the garbage-man's hands continually roaming over her helpless nakedness. The straining muscles in her thighs loosely relaxed, and her ivory white breasts rose and fell heavily with her labored breath.
The man's tongue came out from the thin slash of a mouth and licked nervously at his own lips. Small beads of sweat were already forming on his upper lip as he stared down at the woman beneath him, watching the gradual transformation of her beneath his continually stroking fingers. At the moment he didn't understand, nor did he care. All he knew was, he was paying good money to get into a good-looking, clean cunt, and he intended getting his money's worth.
He was unable to wait any longer. He pushed her lovely, unresisting thighs wide apart with his hands and began to crawl eagerly and hungrily between their white slenderness. The demons in her flesh now danced all the faster around the pink edges of Susan's shuddering cunt as she felt the bed shift a little from the moving weight of the man on it. It felt as if her body had a wet, hot tunnel in it that direly needed filling again and again. Her eyes locked greedily on the slender little penis dangling from the kneeling body above her.
Suddenly, forgotten were all her vows of chastity. Forgotten was the church, and forgotten was the need to spiritually maintain herself. All she needed right now was that slender cock, and she needed it more than anything else in the entire world as the fires of lust erupted through her body, totally uncontrolled.
Even as her brain rebelled at the face of the horrible man who always made snide comments when he came to pick up the garbage, she found herself aching to have him inside her, and she kicked her legs out uncontrollably, curling her heels around his hips. Izzie had removed her stockings and garter belt earlier, and she didn't know why, but inwardly she was grateful.
Susan jerked forward wildly, pulling the slender man with a grunt heavily on top of her writhing, wriggling body. Brandwin guided the thick, blood-bloated tip of his cock straight into her throbbing cunt. The aphrodisiac Izzie had given Susan had aroused her so much, she was a seething swamp of wetness down there, and the penis slid in with just the right amount of inner resistance. His weight smashed her down into the mattress. He levered himself up, then rammed his slender little rod as deep as it would go in her claspingly hungry maw. Because his cock was thinner and shorter than Izzie's, it slid into Susan with none of the pain she had felt with the German-born motel manager.
His testicles smacked heavily against the cheeks of her upturned, rounded buttocks as his hairy flat stomach pressed heatedly into the yielding softness of her smooth belly.
Susan strained against the ropes binding her wrists, but they held, almost cruelly cutting into her wrists, causing her teeth to gnash together tightly to drive away the pain she was feeling in her helplessly tortured flesh. She wanted to feel the penis deeper. She wanted to tug him even farther into the heated quivering of her sucking cunt, but the position in which she was bound prevented her from using her nails in his ass in the hope of pushing his cock further into her.
"Deeper!" she hissed at him, her voice barely above a whisper, and so filled with lust he would never have recognized to whom the voice belonged. "Fuck me, deeper!"
The skinny little man reached down with both hands and grasped as ass-cheek in each, driving his phallus into her to the hilt. As far as he was concerned, he was in paradise.
Not so for Susan. The son of a bitch was too short.
She groaned and gasped in frustration, splaying her thighs that much wider apart in the hope of giving him greater access, thereby enabling him to sink a little deeper into her. Nothing helped.
Almost as if in apology, the heavily sweating garbage man leaned down and plunged his slimy tongue into the viscous opening of her mouth, his saliva drooling from his mouth into her throat. She sucked at the tongue in a wild, uncontrolled frenzy, her aching body caught up in the salacious whirlpool of nakedly raw lust she had never known before. His jerking penis pistoned into her, driving mercilessly back and forth, bringing gasps of lust from her as his scraggly pelvis continually smacked against her crotch, a brutal thud resounding through the room each time he pile-drove into her. She moaned and sighed again, his penis scraping against the upper wall of her cunt to where the brutal pounding was bringing Susan to a fast climax. It wasn't as strong as the one Izzie had built in her, but it was a definite orgasm.
"UUUURRRRGGGGHHH . . . LLLLMMMM . . . NNNOHHHAAARRRGGGHHHH!" she gagged, his tongue filling her mouth, and then she was aware of him stiffening above her and firing his white-hot sperm into her vaginal channel where it mixed with whatever Izzie had been unable to wash of himself out of her.
Susan buffeted her sodden crotch solidly against the man's pelvis almost angrily, tears of frustration running down her cheeks because her aroused body had wanted so much more. But his skinny little cock was already shrinking, and it fell out of her long before she was able to start building the sensations in her again.
Brandwin rolled from her body, himself fully satisfied. Yeah, she was prime stuff, all right, and it was obvious, in spite of the heavy makeup with which she was covered that she didn't do this for a living. Shit! He would have given his eyetooth to have known this chick or someone like her on the outside. Jesus! It would be nice to have a permanent relationship with her. But she would never go for him if she ever found out he was a garbage man.
Fire continued burning in Susan as the short man dressed and left the room. She lay there, waiting for the next man, grinding her buttocks in anticipation, a slave and a captive to her physical desires.
Please, please, please, please, she inwardly whimpered. This time let it be someone with a cock who knows how to use it. I'm going crazy with need.
Izzie's head came peering through the partially open door, a wide grin of satisfaction splitting his lips as he saw Susan's drugged body wriggling totally out of control on the bed. Next time he got a woman in a position like this, he would raise his price to a hundred dollars for every man, with the first man paying a hundred-and-fifty. He would cut the time down to ten minutes, and bring in at least another six men. Still, he had no need to complain. An extra three-hundred-and-fifty dollars for four weeks in church, not to mention getting the lay of his life, was something he would settle for, anytime.
He saw Susan was totally beyond objecting, now.
In fact, he was quite certain she would willingly welcome any cock at this point. His mother's potions always worked.
Susan's eyes were brightly glazed. Inwardly, she was afraid because of the uncontrollable desire surging through her. She was no longer thinking in terms of unconsciousness. She wanted to feel the thrusting drive of a man's cock buried deep in her body, her inner channel flooded with great pools of sperm. One worry she did not have was pregnancy. Her period was due in two days, which meant her ovum for the month had fallen out of her a few days earlier.
Hurry, Izzie, her mind moaned on as if in a drunken trance. Bring me a new one. Bring me another one before I break my wrists trying to tear myself free.
Susan didn't have long to wait. The door opened and a man who lived at the motel came hobbling in. She had seen him, sitting in the lobby, his crutches near him, and she had asked about him. Izzie told her the man lived at the motel. He had lost partial use of his legs in an accident, and as a result received a disability pension in addition to a regular pension and social security. The lust in his eyes told Susan this man, who looked to be somewhere in his late fifties, got very little female action.
Under normal circumstances she would have felt very sorry for him, but under normal circumstances she would not have even thought of letting him use her body. At the moment, passion was so built up in her, she was beyond caring. He was a man, a man with a cock that was able to slice into her burning pussy. That was all that mattered.
He held a wet washrag in one hand, and even before undressing, he took the time to wash out her cunt, cleaning it of as much sperm as possible. Then he hurled the washrag through the open bathroom door. From the sound, it landed in the bathtub.
Susan was aching for him to get on with it. She wanted to feel his throbbing cock buried in her. On her own volition she opened her thighs wide apart, pointing the wetly dripping hair lined pussy directly at the grinning cripple. She ground her lovely white ass against the bed, rotating it again and again, making the lips of her cunt open and close, open and close.
The lewd invitation had its effect. The man lost no time in tearing his clothes from his body, and she was amazed at the facility with which he moved, manipulating the two crutches from one hand to the other as he took off his clothing.
The crippled man was one of Izzie's regular customers. Usually he was the last to go, when all the others had finished, and Izzie would let him have the woman for twenty-five dollars. But the moment he had seen Izzie walk in with Susan, he decided he had no wish to wait until she was totally whacked out by all the others. Though he was unable to afford a hundred dollars, his fifty dollars assured him he was second in line. He had insisted Izzie give him a wet washrag to clean out her cunt as he did with all the women he fucked. He didn't like the idea of feeling another man's sperm.
In fact, seeing how relatively unused Susan was, he decided he wasn't going to use her cunt at all. He would use parts of her body no one else had touched, or at least had made good use of.
Totally undressed now, he hobbled to the bed, put the crutches aside, then hurled his body on top of Susan. Using his arms, he crawled up over her wriggling body, letting his asscheeks straddle her belly heavily. The soft whiteness of her delightful flesh, brushing tantalizingly against the wrinkled sac of his dangling testicles, caused his throbbing prick to shudderingly jerk in violent anticipation of what he intended doing.
Moving forward on her writhing, wriggling torso, he lay his throbbing penis in the valley between her upstanding, fleshy breasts.
Susan was able to see this penis was both longer and thicker than that of the man who had used her before, and she was anxious to feel it in her cunt. But the man had other ideas.
He cupped a hand on either side of her quivering breasts and began pushing the two solid monuments tightly together. He trapped his awakening cock solidly between them. He had never tried this before, and it was something to be tried. There was no way for this woman to stop him, with her arms bound over her head.
Susan gasped and wriggled. Damn it all, she needed him inside her, not on top of her, like this. She did her best to writhe and squirm on the bed, but the man merely rode with the movement of her body.
"Please, Mr." she begged. "Whoever you are, don't do it this way. Do it the right way."
Her voice was weeping in frustration as she looked down between her full breasts and watched the red, swollen bulb of cock-head growing between her tightly clamped-together breasts. She felt everything beginning to throb again, and was especially aware of the vellication of his penis. The mere touch of it sent hot washes of bursting fire racing to the quivering slit of her tantalizing, palpitating cunt.
"Oh no!" she continued to beg. "Do it the right way. Stick it in my cunt! Fuck me, please!" she begged, not the least bit embarrassed to say out loud the words she would never have even thought in her mind prior to this evening's experience with Izzie.
The man began a back-and-forth sliding motion, pushing his thick, blue-veined penis faster and faster between her straining breasts. Sputum was dripping from his puffing, panting lips, dribbling onto her body, moistening the way between her breasts, making the passage that much easier for the man's rampaging instrument as he continued ignoring her plea's. He continued his violently desperate thrusting, moving more and more quickly, his heaving breath coming in quick, labored gasps, until, before Susan's horrified eyes, he began spewing what was obviously long-stored sperm in heatedly sticky spurts over her naked breasts. It ran down her shoulders and into the hollow of her throat, soaking the mattress beneath her.
"Why did you do it this way?" she asked, tears filling her eyes. "It's bad enough he has me tied up, this way. Surely you could have been gentleman enough to fuck me the proper way and make me feel good."
Her arms strained to free themselves from the binding rope, but the harder she pulled, the tighter the cords bit into her wrists. She wept out loud, her body so badly needing what the aphrodisiac was causing her to need.
When Izzie poked his head in again, she snapped at him, "Send me a real man for a change instead of these puny weaklings who don't know how to make a woman happy."
Susan's vagina was a steaming cavern now, and it twitched and vibrated, totally out of control. Her body was shortly going to erupt into a million particles of loose lava if someone didn't stuff a cock into her in a short time. She shouted, praying for deliverance, but not deliverance from what was happening to her, but rather deliverance from the anguished lust she felt throbbing inside her.
Susan suddenly gasped and held her breath. When the crippled man hobbled out of the room, the doorway was filled by a huge giant of a man. He had to bend to keep his head from hitting the top of the door frame. He had light skin, but dark brown, curly hair, and it was obvious that in spite of his height, he was one of those mild-mannered giants who normally didn't have the courage to approach a woman on his own and date her. Not that he was ugly. He wasn't. But it was obvious he was the kind of man who simply had no confidence in himself. However, having paid his fifty dollars, he felt he was now entitled to do to the woman on the bed whatever pleased him.
Susan's voice caught in her throat at the sight of the giant. Though her body was still filled with desire, her mind was filled with fear, and it overpowered the desire in her. She was terrified such a man would rip her open.
"Well," Izzie said, poking his head through the doorway. "You asked for a man, and you have a man, a really big man, in every respect. What's more, the other three are going to watch as he performs. They each paid an extra ten dollars on top of the fifty they've already paid to be allowed to watch."
Her mind realized one of her worst fears had been realized. She was being put on public exhibition as a whore by Izzie. This was monstrous.
"Please . . . my God! Not that," she begged. "Surely you wouldn't do that to me, Izzie," she pleaded. "I can't.. . I just can't.. . not in front of the others, even if they are to use me, afterward. Please . . . please . . . don't do this, Izzie."
"See this?" Izzie asked, brandishing a large, flat belt in front of her face. "If you give me a hard time, I'll see to it this is lain across your behind until it turns a bright, brilliant red. There will be no marks for anyone to see, but you will feel the pain for days afterward."
Susan shrank back into the mattress. Terror once again crawled through her as she realized he would keep his word.
Izzie watched her sink back into the bed, servile acceptance registering on her terrified face. He was contented she would not give him any trouble with the threat of having her buttocks beaten. She was a woman totally terrified of pain. Turning his head, he motioned with his arm to the others who were standing outside the room.
Susan became dimly aware, through drug-glazed eyes, of all the leering faces crowding into the small room that was Izzie's bedroom. There were only three other men, but in her churning mind it looked as if the room had been filled with nothing but faces. They were horrible, leering men, none of whom she had ever seen at the library, but then, none of them looked literate enough to read Dr. Seuss, much less any other kind of library book.
Izzie locked the door, then nodded his head at the tall giant of a man, whose name was Ralph. Ralph began eagerly stripping his clothes from his sweaty, glistening body.
When his pants and underpants hit the floor, the three other men, and Izzie, all gasped. His giant white cock reared its head up as if it were a separate entity and not part of his body. It was as long as a child's forearm, and almost twice as thick, or so it looked to Susan. The head on the end was like a tightly balled fist. The two great testicles dangling from the base gave the impression they were counterweights, and were they not there, the head of the penis would probably dip straight down.
The redheaded librarian jerked her body from side to side as she heard murmuring running through the room. Her own shocked gaze was still locked on the monstrous shaft pointing in her direction. She gasped in horrified terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished disbelief, her mouth falling loosely open with fear.
It just wasn't real! Dear Lord in heaven! The man would more tha split her open! He would divide her right down the middle, right to her throat. Terrifying visions of her shuddering body torn open like a ripped tin can flashed insanely through her horrifyingly cringing mind. No! Izzie mustn't do it! Not this! Not this! She had not done anything to deserve this!
The tall man stepped over to the bed and the crowd closed in behind him, all four men wanting to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to take place in front of them. Helping hands from either side of the mattress reached out and clamped on Susan's ankles, pulling them wide apart with brutal force. Her delicate pink slit, nestling in the soft nest of red pubic hair, burst into full view for everyone to see. The four men, Izzie included, strained closer to get a look at the sweet palpitating treasure about to be plumbed. Two other pairs of overanxious hands reached out and began pulling and tugging at her breasts. Izzie, himself, was mauling her right breast.
The huge man slowly climbed between the helpless woman's widespread thighs. The restraining hands on her ankles levered them up off the bed, pulling them back, back, back, until her toes were touching the headboard over her head in a great V about four feet apart.
Susan's face was wickedly contorted in anguish, and every muscle in her body felt as though it were stretched beyond any and all human endurance. The flat plane of her soft hair-covered pussy was now presented to the kneeling Ralph in delightfully wanton sacrifice, and he grinned from ear to ear, taking off his glasses and handing them to Izzie, who put them on a nearby night table. The cunt at which he was staring was his to plunder at will.
He smiled down at the helplessness of it. His lips were bared back over the white ivory of his teeth in unbridled licentious desire. He began stroking his immensely throbbing cock with two hands in greedy preparation for the assault on the helplessly upturned cunt in front of him.
The huge man, on his knees, swayed from side to side like a cobra watching a flute player. His glistening flesh shone in the bright light of the bedroom, glistening all the more because he was covered with perspiration.
On his knees, the giant shuffled forward very slowly, his pelvis and great bulging penis shoved out and quivering like the body of a wild limbo dancer caught in the hypnotic throes of some kind of primeval voodoo ceremony.
Susan, staring between her breasts and wide-split thighs, watched in awed and helpless terror the writhing torso advancing closer and closer to her helpless aperture. She was unable to turn her eyes from the gigantically monstrous instrument that would momentarily cleave through the tightness of her hot cunt in a vile and vicious rape. She found herself totally hypnotized into utter abject stillness.
Abruptly, without any kind of warning, the swaying man jerked his pelvis back. His head came flashing forward and down in a blurring motion, and his pink lips suddenly fastened themselves on the trembling softness of her belly. His mouth began sliding down, down, down, and she realized he was going to do to her what Izzie had done before fucking her. In almost no time his hungering mouth was burying itself in the soft flanges of her tightly cringing vagina.
Using his thick fingers, the giant spread the young, fleshy lips of her cunt, and in a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the tiny pink bud of Susan's pulsating clitoris wetly into his hot and hungering mouth. He began nibbling at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking back to life from the softness that fear had brought.
Susan clamped her eyelids tightly shut, trying to close out the thrilling whirlpools of delightful sensation that were shooting out of control through her shuddering loins. She fought with all her religious inner strength against the betrayal of her body. Thoughts of church and of God tried to blot out what was happening, but it was no use. No matter how hard she tried, the drug Izzie had given her was too powerful, and it was winning out over any and every thought of goodness her mind tried gathering. She mustn't surrender . . . she mustn't.. . .
Suddenly the tall man's long tongue was snaking forward, burrowing into her straining cunt, moving with the speed of a scurrying salamander. Thrilled shock after shock rippled insanely up her spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of wildly shooting bursting stars. Heated comments of lust rained down tauntingly over her entire body, and her seething crotch began jerking involuntarily forward, and the man's delving tongue buried itself as far forward as was humanely possible. Lusting fire once again replaced the fear she had been feeling as the tongue, operating in conjunction with the drug she had taken totally overwhelmed her.
Her entire body had become one oversized vagina. Yes, she was a living, vibrating, pulsing vagina.
Her entire being had suddenly become a monstrous cavern with an overpowering need to be filled. It had to be gorged and stuffed with hot, fiery flesh. Nothing else mattered now; not the church, not her religion, not her principles, not even the humiliation she had felt. All that counted was the madly flickering tongue as it continually probed into the dampness of her heatedly steaming furrow, tracing tiny, round wet circles against her shuddering body.
"Aaaaaannnngggghhhhhh! Yesssssssss! Ohhh-hhhhhh! Lick me there! Someone suck my nipples! Bite my cunt! Chew on me down there! Hurt me! Thrill me! Yessss!! she begged.
The tongue slurped long and loud against her vagina, then moved over her belly, licking at her breasts, then finally across her neck, her cheeks, her eyelids, and her forehead, hot, thick saliva washing her skin. She rotated her lust-contorted face around, searching with her open mouth for the huge tongue. When she finally found it, she sucked it deep into her anxious mouth with a low animal groan. His saliva gushed into her in unimpeded torrents. She swallowed greedily, gasping for more.
Susan's wild crotch ground frantically around below, seeking and searching with her gaping vagina for the fullness of that swollen, monstrous pole that was going to rip her belly apart. The lust-incited crowd around the bed gasped as the massively bloated tip finally found the tiny, narrowly pulsating opening. The bullet-shaped tip jostled for a moment against the delightful pinkness of the ragged labia, insinuating itself very gently between them. Then, with a sudden, violent flick of the hips, the grinning tall man forced the blood-bloated tip between the throbbing lips of the hair-lined pussy, stretching the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
The breadth of the immense cock forced her walls to open wide, and she gasped, "Aaaaaannnngggg-ghhhhh!"
The head sank a cruel inch into the struggling red-haired woman, and she desperately began kicking her legs in a maddening attempt to free herself and escape the continuation of the punishing impalement. Eager and restraining hands gripped her legs, holding them tightly back against the headboard. In her wild, unbounded passion of a moment ago, she had overestimated herself. There was no doubt, the cock was too big. She would never be able to take it inside her-NEVER. It was already splitting her spread inner cuntlips, and the pain was becoming totally unbearable. It rocketed through her tautly stretched body like sharp, probing acupuncture needles.
The giant man levered himself underneath her on his hands in a push-up position and then flicked forward again, his grin widening even more as the relentless monster that was his cock slid another excruciating inch into Susan.
"A aaawyyyyyyaaannngggghhhhhh!"
Another inch!
"Eeeeyyyyaaaagggghhhh!"
The hot stale breath of five men-the one fucking her and the four onlookers-coursed over her shuddering body as she nakedly perspired and the men crowded closer. Their four faces hung over the bed within inches of her deliciously straining nudity, as they mesmerically watched this young, white-fleshed beautiful red-haired woman being violently fucked and skewered like a helpless medieval slave, skewered on the shish of this gigantic man.
Susan was dimly aware of hands pulling at her full breasts and many fingers clawing over every inch of her completely exposed flesh until it felt as though she were covered with many tiny crawling animals. Each one seemed to be trying to enter her body through her pores. The men around her had become one gigantic octopus, with eight arms instead of tentacles, and the fingers constantly reaching out and crushing her in her helplessness.
"N-o-o-o-o . . . ohhhhhhhhh . . . no-o-o-o-o.. . . " she began sobbing hysterically, tears gushing like geysers from her wide-open, unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests and continual resistance brought a sudden crushing thrust from the overpowering man as he plowed his giant cock solidly into the tightness of her suckingly resistant passageway, pushing great ripples of soft pink flesh in rolling waves before it. Susan jerked convulsively as the huge rod continued racing into the sucking depths of her squeezing belly like a runaway locomotive, smashing all things that lay in its way.
The penis had become an uncontrolled monster, worming its way around inside her, filling every little crevice in her seething vagina and seemingly pushing her inner organs close together, crowding them around her heart so she was unable to breathe or move. Thrills began building in her despite the pain, and they radiated from her, coming from her mouth, from her nostrils, curling around her shoulder, as if ready to strangle her with wanton delight. The cock seemed to be tipping her soul from her body and vacuuming it through its great length into the body of the giant man.
Then, everything but the pleasure stopped. Susan realized, with an earth-shattering jolt, that Ralph's large pelvis had thudded heavily into her upturned crotch. The monstrous sperm-bloated testicles insinuated themselves with a shuddering smack into the wide-split crevice of her ass.
The huge white penis lay buried to the very hilt inside poor Susan's tiny, narrow quivering cunt, an ancient impaling stake.
The giant understood the need for staying still for a moment, and did so, allowing her seething interior to slowly but surely adjust to the presence of the huge member that was planted solidly in the tender softness of her white belly. He looked down at her and watched as the lines in her face eased as pain slowly but surely slipped out of her, and her tightly gnashed teeth opened in surprised adjustment.
"OOOOOOHHHAA UUUGGGGHHHH!" she softly sighed in relief.
He flexed the giant head, and the pressure from within brought an unexpected groan from her lips, her teeth re-clenching. He flexed again, and Susan moaned again, this time not quite as loud. Little by little, her heated passage slowly grew accustomed to the increasing size of the penis. Then he began a slow, revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his throbbing cock solidly into the tightness of her naked crotch, expanding the still-cringing walls of her tender vagina until it fitted around his organ like a well-tailored glove.
Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully at what was happening, the faces within inches of the gigantic buried member. All of them, including Izzie, were amazed that so tight and tiny a pussy was actually capable of swallowing something so unbelievably mastodonic.
Hands from the four men rubbed lasciviously over the moon-shaped cheeks of her rounded, upturned buttocks. From the two sides of the bed fingers were digging, pulling cruelly, teasing the fleshy lips of her vagina and yanking at the hairs surrounding it as if intent on pulling out some kind of souvenir. Izzie's forefinger probed under the giant's dangling balls, pressing into the tightness of her narrow anus, wanting to make her cunt even more narrow and thereby enhance the thrills for the giant even more. Susan winced as the finger suddenly popped through the tight, surrounding nether ring of her sphincter and dug deeply at the soft, rubbery flesh inside. The finger moved around and around and around, expanding the tight, tiny hole until the palm of the intruding finger and hand lay pressed flatly against her asscheeks. The entire digit squirmed around inside the dry, pulsating feminine tunnel.
Now Ralph, the giant, began a painful sawing motion, pumping his cock in and out of the lovely Susan's stretched pussy. He would thrust forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal, solidly battering her pain-wracked body solidly against the sorely abused mattress. The probing finger still embedded in the tightness of her rectum joined the slowly pistoning penis in a continual, rhythmic fucking that brought groans and moans of painful pleasure gushing from the beautiful woman's lips in time to the way they were thrusting into her.
Whatever pain remained was slowly easing out of Susan, and an overpowering sensation of thrilled delight took its place, tingling through her helplessly impaled body. The shudderingly outrageous debasement and subjugation to which she was being subjected brought strange masochistic pleasures flooding through her bloodstream. Her hips began to unconsciously gyrate in an abandoned rhythm, moving with increasing speed as the cock and the finger continued fucking into her again and again. It seemed as if a thousand helpful hands were groping at her, and a million leering faces seemingly surrounded her.
"Aaaaaannnnhhhhhh! Yesssss!" Susan hissed, finally. "Fuck me like this! Uuuunnnnnhhhhh! Again! Again! Keep fucking me! Yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she pleaded, crooning, squirming her body lewdly around what seemed like a myriad of hands and fingers that continued crawling over her shuddering, tingling flesh.
Susan opened her eyes and turned her head to the left. Two cocks seemed to be staring straight back at her with their sightless eyes. Then she turned her head to the right and two more erections were peering at her.
The four men standing around the bed had pulled out their penises and were stroking them over her body in time to the way the giant Ralph was solidly plunging into her. There was a long one, a thick one, a stubby one, and of course there was Izzie's, which, next to that of the giant fucking into her at the moment, was the largest, thickest one she had ever seen. She seemed to be surrounded by penises, a virtual prisoner of them, and all the while the biggest one of the lot was pushing in and out of her asshole.
Yes, she was a prisoner, all right, a helpless prisoner, a victim of the delicious multiple rape of her vagina and her rectum-trapped between the instruments probing into her like some kind of helpless insect.
"More!" Susan heard herself begging. "Don't stop, now! Fuck me!" she said unashamedly, grunting into the stale air above her, continually gyrating her upturned buttocks faster and faster, doing her best to keep pace with the monstrous pole in her cunt and the nubile finger in her asshole, both of which continued drubbing into her like tireless fucking machines. She felt the thrillingly long, fleshy objects now dropped into her hands, and she realized two of the men, one on each side of her, had pressed his cock into her hand. Her fingers wrapped themselves very tightly around them.
Susan thrilled to the feel of the penises, at the same time feeling the pounding penis expanding in her cunt. The pressure seemed to set something off inside her, because she felt herself go over the edge then, and she screamed, "AAAAAIIIIIIIIYYYYY-YAAAAHHHHHHH . . . HHHH AAAAAAAN-NNNNNNNGGGHHHH . . . AAAAAA RRRRRR-RRRGGGGHHHHH . . . UUUUUNNNNNGG-GHHH!"
She hit the top of the rainbow then, exploding into a trillion pieces, and then she felt the giant's balls pumping sperm into her tight feminine orifice, flooding her with amounts of sperm the like of which she had never felt before. He fired again and again, until he was empty.
The giant man rolled from her body, useless and drained though her form was still squirming and she was still pulling on the two penises in her hand. The finger in her rectum had slipped out, and another man, the last one not to have been touched by her in any manner, socked his cock into her. In less than five strokes he came, and then the two penises in her hands spurted sperm all over her body. Susan hit another peak, and once again she blacked out from the thrills.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was Sunday now, and Susan was in her own home. She had bathed for more than two hours, taking the time to douche herself repeatedly. In so doing, she had hastened her period, and for that much she was grateful.
As Izzie had predicted, she changed her "hair style" as soon as she got home. She removed the fluffy wig and put it away, almost determined not to wear it any longer. Her own short hair had a stylish bob to it, but as far as she was concerned, it was sinful to walk around looking attractive. See what looking attractive had done to her at the motel!
Somehow, in some way, she would revenge herself on Izzie. She would make him pay for the torment he had put her though. Now that her body was totally sated and she no longer felt the need for any orgasmic pleasure, as far as she was concerned, what Izzie had done to her was sacrilege.
She dressed in one of her plain green dresses with the white collar and cuffs, and after making certain there wasn't a trace of makeup on her face, she put on her eyeglasses, then left the house and walked to church.
She didn't sit in her regular place that day, but rather sat at the back of the church and prayed with tears in her eyes for God to forgive her for allowing herself to feel what she had felt. She knew she had been fed drugs, but she ought to have been strong enough to overcome such feelings. She noticed Izzie didn't bother showing up. He had nailed her. He didn't have to keep up the pretense any longer.
CHAPTER SIX
On Monday, Susan returned to work at the library, still acting like her old drab, listless self. When Howard Brandwin came by to collect the trash, he sneered at her as he always did, and for the first time Susan felt a flicker of amusement inside her. If the man knew she was the one he had fucked the other night, she wondered how he would react.
The withdrawal pangs hit her that night.
When she had gotten home from the library, Susan realized she had an ache in her body. She was an intelligent woman, and even though she didn't want to admit to herself what it was she was feeling, she knew full well it was the desire for sex. She was grateful she had her period. It precluded her going out and even thinking about finding sexual fulfillment. Certainly she would never return to an animal like Izzie.
The following day the symptoms within her became stronger, and she found her hand shaking. By Wednesday, she was on the verge of a nervous collapse. Thursday was the last day of her period, and it took the utmost self-control to get through the day. Friday, with her period over, and her penchant for cleanliness making certain there were no bloodstains inside her, she knew she had to do something about her inner feelings. If she didn't, she would go off the deep end.
She thought of putting on some sort of disguise and walking through the different places where she knew men always hung around, but that would be bringing herself down to Izzie's level. No, she decided against disguises. But once her workday was over and she was home, she removed her wig with the pulled back hair tied in a bun, and she combed out her own hair. Since she was going to embark on a sin, it made sense to use her own sinful hairdo.
On the way home she had stopped at a department store and had bought all different kinds of makeup. The woman at the store had been kind enough to show her how to apply eye shadow, and now she put long-lash mascara on her eyelashes, after which she found a lipstick that matched the honey-redness of her hair and applied it to her lips.
Last but not least was the dress she had bought. Though she wasn't actually in disguise, she didn't want people to recognize her as the drab librarian because of her dress. So she had bought a green, clingy number that exposed the tops of her breasts though her shoulders and upper arms remained covered. Once again she removed the heavy boned corset she wore at work, and she also took off her stockings and garter belt, this time replacing them with green-tinted pantyhose with a built-in panty. Then she put on her green medium heeled shoes, and she was ready. She still had to wear glasses, but she had replied her plain eyeglasses with smoked lenses in cat seye, horn-rimmed frames.
Susan felt sinful leaving home dressed as she was, but she knew the cravings of her body were so strong, if she did nothing she would internally explode, which would be like committing suicide. Which, then, would be the bigger sin?
Susan didn't like the idea of going to a bar, especially since she didn't drink. So she decided to go to a imagine restaurant in the next village.
That same Friday night, Edwin Corey decided he would rather go to a restaurant than a bar. He knew Elaine would be at the bar, and he didn't want to run into her again, at least not so quickly. He compared the lovely brunette to vintage wine, enjoyed when sipped slowly rather than gulped. He had the feeling Elaine felt the same way. Both knew if they went on seeing one another regularly, it might lead to entanglements, and Elaine, being married, didn't want an entanglement, while Corey didn't like the idea of possibly being named co-respondent in a divorce suit. Both had agreed it would be a good idea if they met once in awhile, but neither wanted anything that would build.
Dressed in a natty blue suit, Corey parked his TC-3 in the restaurant parking lot just as Susan got off the bus and walked toward the restaurant. He was the first one inside, but the maitre'd was busy, so he waited.
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When Susan walked into the restaurant, every male eye able to see her swung toward her. Corey spotted her, and immediately knew who she was. He breathed deeply, knowing this was the woman he had always imagined her to be. She looked splendid, absolutely splendid. He also noticed she was all alone.
Walking up to her, he said, "Miss Kane, how different you look when you aren't in the library."
"Professor Corey," she murmured, and her heart began beating all the more quickly.
As far as Susan was concerned, there was no man better for her purpose than Edwin Corey. He was a bachelor, so she wouldn't have to worry about sinning with a married man, the one thing she definitely wanted to avoid. He was handsome, nicely built, intelligent, and able to converse on any subject. Yes! He would be perfect for her.
"Where is your escort?" Corey was asking.
"I'm alone," Susan told him.
"By an odd coincidence, so am I. Would you be willing to share a table with me?"
"I feel that I'd be putting you to an expense you would otherwise not have had," she said to him.
"Miss Kane, believe me, it will be a distinct pleasure to assume that expense. Please have dinner with me."
She did.
Not only that, but she let him take her to a nightclub afterward, though the burning in her body was building to intolerable proportions. Afterward, he invited her to his apartment. He was almost astonished when she accepted.
They had talked about many things that evening, including the subject of marriage and why neither of them had ever gotten married.
'The woman I marry," he said, "has to understand me. For instance, she and I will probably make love countless times before we marry, because I don't want marriage to be a condition of lovemaking."
Susan stared at the huge bulge in his crotch, and realized all this talk had already stimulated the man. She felt her body shudder with apprehension, and she knew what was coming. A moment later, when he approached her and removed her glasses, she was certain of it when he said, "And what do you want in a husband, Susan?"
"I want to be loved, to be cherished, and I think I'd like him to be faithful to me," she said.
"Fidelity is not something one accepts simply because he or she is married," the man told her. "You have to earn your husband's fidelity, making him feel there is no need for him to stray elsewhere, no matter how strong his animal urges."
"I understand that," Susan nodded, feeling a little apprehensive.
"Susan," he said to her, "I want you. I want you so much it's eating me up inside. I've wanted you for the longest time, ever since I first saw you in the library, but didn't dare approach you because you were behaving frostily to all men."
"I won't be frosty tonight," she told him. "Don't ask me to explain, but I have a need. I'm hoping you can gratify that need. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
They talked some more, and little by little the professor dragged out of her what had happened to her. When she had finished, he said, "You have an amazing capacity to love. Do you know that? Tonight I want to put it to the test. You see, there's more than one way you can be gratified. You told me, for instance, that because of your time of the month you were unable to go out and seek satisfaction sooner than tonight. That's because you're unaware you're capable of attaining that satisfaction in more ways than one. Trust me, and I'll show you."
They had been standing in his living room, and now she backed away from him, feeling a bit of a chill. She was afraid, afraid of her own inner reactions to something new. Perhaps she was afraid of liking this as much as she had learned to like what Izzie had foisted on her, initially.
She turned, wanting to pull away, but before she was able to do so, Corey was there, pulling her lissome form against his own, holding her closely and pressing her firm breasts into the hardness of his own chest, while his pulsating prick, still inside his pants, tried its best to push between her slender thighs. The material of his pants pressed against that of her dress, and Susan loudly gasped, feeling all kinds of shuddering thrills. The mere pressure of his throbbing cock sent now-familiar thrills coursing through the beautiful redhead, making her entire body vibrate with lust. Shimmering emanations crawled from her trembling, pillarly white loins into the burning depths of her belly, as well as filling each of her lovely, firm breasts.
"Even though I've done things like this before, I'm araid," Susan told him, looking at him, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. Then his mouth was on her throat, burning kisses against the side of her neck. "I need satisfaction," she went on, "and yet I'm so afraid one day I'll be made to pay for my wrongdoings, probably by becoming pregnant."
"Of course you're afraid," Corey said to the lovely librarian. But you aren't afraid of doing something wrong. You're afraid of yourself. You're afraid because you're learning to enjoy sexual contact, and you keep thinking of it as sinful, even though you need it. You know," he said to her, "you're a woman who needs to be guided by a man, but you have to pick the right man. That's one decision you'll have to make by yourself."
"I've already made that choice, at least tonight," she said to him. "I'm terrified of what I want to do, and yet I know I have to do it. So I'll do what you tell me no matter how wrong I think it is."
"You're a woman who has to be dominated," he told her. "So I'm going to dominate you. I'm not going to tell you I love you and fill you full of trite phrases. If there is to be love between us, real love, it'll come without our having to say the words. So Susan, undress, here and now, in the living room."
Had Corey been a man she didn't particularly like, Susan would have found it much easier obeying his command. Because she did like him, she found herself even more terrified than she had been with Izzie, because she wanted both, love and respect from this man. Still, she had said she would obey him.
A little unsteadily she slowly began peeling off her dress, and then she removed her undergarments, letting him look at her delightfully naked form.
She stared at him the whole time, noting he, too, was undressing, and when he was as naked as she, her eyes automatically went to his penis. It was big, at least as big as Izzie's, and probably a little thicker, though it didn't quite match that of the giant Ralph. But then, she wouldn't want a penis quite that large.
She looked at his eyes and saw a light burning in them. She knew it was lust, but also surmised it was the kind of lust that might develop into something more.
The man stood there, looking at her, finding her a feast for the eyes, a total repast. Her pure white flesh from the top of her forehead all the way down to the soles of her feet was firm and delightfully creamy, yet it was richly hued with pink pigment. Faint blue veins appeared in her full, round breasts, making them look even whiter than the flesh on the rest of her body. Her nipples were already full because of Corey's continual stare.
He loved the rich, red curls sparsely adorning the delightful glistening pout of her vagina, making her soft outer labia appear to stand out and swell even more. Her full, rounded hips curved elegantly out before sloping delectably in again. Her loins were solid white pillars of firm, loveliness, blending into a perfectly swollen, graceful pair of calves and trim, slender ankles.
The lovely redhead stared at Edwin Corey, her own brown eyes blazing with a combination of heady and delightful anticipation, and a certain amount of religious apprehension. Even with his shoes off he seemed so much taller than she. When he moved a little closer he saw how much richer her own hair was than the various wigs she had worn, and she, in turn, was able to see some of the gray hairs intermingling with the black hairs on his head.
"I'm not going to physically pressure you," he told her, "because that's the wrong thing to do with any woman. An atmosphere of total trust has to be built up between us, Susan. From all that you've told me, we both know what a cock can do to you once it's buried inside your cunt. Sure, you can lie down somewhere, and I can get on top of you, and I'd make you come, and then you would once again be filled with self-recriminations. You have to learn to accept climaxing as a natural part of living and not think of it as something terrible. You have to do more than merely allow me to fuck you."
"But I want you to fuck me," she interposed.
"You have to do more than merely want me to fuck you," he insisted. "Whether it be with me or any other man, you must have the understanding that an orgasm, no matter how achieved, is not only necessary, but pleasurable. It is not a sin as long as no one is hurt in the process. This is perhaps the most crucial moment you will ever have in a sexual relationship, because I'm going to allow you to back out, now. If you feel that what I'm going to ask you to do is too unorthodox, then put on your clothing and simply leave."
"How do I know what it is until you tell me?" she asked.
"You don't understand," he said to her. "Sex between two people who want it means the total trust of one for the other. No matter what I tell you to do, you have to be willing to do it, as long as it doesn't mean physical harm to either one of us."
Susan felt more afraid than ever, now. What horrible things was this man contemplating? Yet her body cried out to her for the need for orgasmic satisfaction. If she turned away from Edwin Corey, she would be turning away from any and every man.
"No," she finally told him, shaking her head slowly. "No, I'm not going to back out of this, no matter what, even though I know this is wickedness and sinful in the eyes of God."
"See what I mean," he said to her. "You keep thinking in terms of sin and being wicked. Wickedness is a state of mind, Susan. If you believe something is wicked, then it's wicked. If you believe it isn't, then it isn't. You have to learn to think for yourself and not allow yourself to be misguided by the thoughts of others. You must do more than allow your body to make love. You have to unlearn all the nonsense you have allowed yourself to learn."
"I'll try," was all she was able to reply.
"You'll do more than try if you wish me to make love to you. Yes, Susan, this is considered making love when it's between two people such as you and I who can readily feel a strong attachment to one another. It is not merely fucking. Now come over here," he said to her, motioning her to the large sofa in the living room against the left wall. "Sit!" he insisted, standing near her.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her head limply hanging, still inwardly feeling ashamed of the fact that she was so weak, she was surrendering to the needs of her body. It was as if she were a tool of all those little demons who continually danced around inside her skin.
"Susan, sweet Susan," the man softly whispered. "The time has come for you to think of the penis as something other than an instrument to invade your vagina. Yes, you think of it as an invader, and not as something delightful and pleasant. To begin with, it's time you made yourself acquainted with the penile organ, in this case my penile organ. I want you to look at it, to handle it, to fondle it."
"You mean you want me to hold it in my hands and caress it?" she asked, looking up into his eyes.
"It's a beginning," he nodded.
She sat on the sofa, momentarily unable to move, and the professor remained standing in front of her, waiting for her to unfreeze. The redheaded woman simply stared straight ahead until he reached down and removed her glasses, putting them on the coffee table.
Though she wanted it pushed into her vagina, it never occurred to Susan she would have to touch the organ with her hands. She found herself unable to lift her fingers and touch the throbbing turgidity. She merely sat there, afraid to make a move.
Finally, the professor reached down and took his hand and surrounded hers. He moved her palm against the extended length of his massive penis. At first, she tried pulling her hand away, but the professor gripped it very firmly in his own, carefully wrapping her slender fingers solidly around the length of his pulsating staff, keeping his own fingers tightly on top of hers.
Fear made the lovely redheaded woman's lower lip quiver, but the professor knew it was only a matter of time before the burning lust in her belly reached into her brain and made her want to do this. He knew women, knew them very well. He knew this particular woman, for all her hang-ups, was still capable of being made over into the kind of wanton female he enjoyed so much. He felt no qualms about making her over, because he knew, no matter what the future held, she would be better off in the long run, than stuck in the rut she was now in.
He had to admit he enjoyed the thrilling touch of her wrapped-around fingers, feeling the way they coolly, vibrantly, tightly clung to the fullness of his throbbing, pulsating cock. Hesitation at this point would be the worst possible thing. He had to permanently override the horrible fear that was still eating away at her in spite of the need she had for satisfaction. She was still a fairly young woman, passionate, filled with an inner vibrancy.
Sexual desire was already flaring up inside her seething body, gaining control of her to the point where it had brought her here, tonight. It was now up to the biology professor to build the searing lambent flame inside her into a full-blown upsweeping pyre. Just a little more patience was all he needed, and he was a very patient man.
"Come on, now," Corey softly whispered to her. "Run both hands over the organ, squeeze it, feel its inner solidity and outer smoothness. Feel it from top to bottom and get used to it."
The beautiful redheaded librarian trembled when he finally removed his hand from hers. She wanted to unwrap her fingers from around the thickness of his hard and throbbing penis. It felt white-hot
Her hand opened and released the pulsating organ, but she didn't take her hand away. She kept her fingers hovering over the instrument, and she saw him still standing there, not hurrying her. Her fingers were spread wide apart, and at this moment she felt confused, not really knowing what to do. When she had been with Izzie and the others, everything had been done by the men. She had been their instrument of pleasure; They had used her. This man wasn't trying to use her. She realized her body had control over her hand, wresting it from her brain, and her fingers remained, hovering over the length of penis.
The professor waited patiently during this entire time, and little by little Susan began gaining some sort of control over herself. Finally, of her own free will and accord, she reached a quivering hand out and touched the flaming staff of his cock. First she rested her fingers against the throbbing length, and then she eventually moved her hand so that her palm was rubbing it. She closed her fingers around it and slid her hand back and forth along the top of the heavy phallus, and finally, she slowly and carefully tightened her hold around what she thought of as the bole of a Sequoia tree. At last she was beginning to understand, hot as the throbbing penis was, it would not sear the flesh from her clutching hand.
"It's hotter than I thought," was all she was able to say.
"As hot as the interior of your vagina," he pointed out, "which is why you never really realized it, before."
Odd! When she had been under the spell of the aphrodisiac Izzie had given her, she had gripped not one, but two penises, one in each hand. She hadn't thought about either one of them at the time. Now, with this man, she felt so apprehensive. She realized it was because she -liked him. She'd had no feeling for those other men. Too, she had been under the influence of that drug Imzzie had given her. Right now, she was clear-headed.
For the first time in her life she studied the male penis. This one was different from all those others. The others all had red tops, varying shades of red, but red. This one had a purple tip. Each time she squeezed it, she saw the organ swell a little more and puff like an adder.
Softly, gently, very tenderly her stroking hand continued its caressing of the massive penis's bloated lavender point. She watched the slit leaking colorless ointment, and when it touched her hand she yanked her hand back for a moment as if her fingers had been touched by hydrochloric acid. After a few moments passed, the lovely redheaded librarian slowly put her hand out again, touching more of the fluid continually dripping from the pulsing tip, noting how sticky, and yet how slick and oily it all felt. Susan parted her fingers and noted how the fluid turned to sticky strings between them.
She found that as she stroked the penis, more and more fluid came out.
"I want it inside me, now," she said, looking up at him, suddenly realizing the heat in her had built to overpowering heights, totally beyond her control. She had to have a climax.
"That's something entirely up to you," Corey told her. "But I'm not going to put it into your vagina, at present."
"That's where I need it," he insisted, gasping.
"No!" he told her. 'That's where you learned you were capable of having an orgasm, and so you think that's where you need it. Actually, I can probe into any orifice in your body, and if I fuck there long enough, you're so acutely sensuous, you'll come."
"What are you trying to say?" she asked.
"I'm telling you, no matter where you get fucked, you're such a sexually endowed woman, you'll have an orgasm."
"I-I-I find that impossible to believe," she insisted.
"I'll prove it to you, but I'll need your cooperation."
"What must I do?" she asked. "See the drop of oil in the tip of my penis."
"Yes!"
"Lean forward, stick out your tongue, and lick it off."
"What?"
"Go ahead! You'll find it tasteless."
Absolutely not!" she insisted, sounding aghast at the mere suggestion of such a thing.
"Susan, stop being obstinate," Corey said. "Do it!"
Suddenly very much frightened, the beautiful redheaded woman leaned forward and sniffed at the droplet of fluid on the tip of his penis. Well, it had no smell to it.
Taking a deep breath, she allowed her tongue to reach out and let its tip barely touch the little droplet on the tip of his penis. For an istant she was afraid to snap her tongue back into her mouth, but when she finally did do it, she found no unpleasant taste.
She found herself smacking her lips, and then her tongue licked out again and snapped up the next droplet of oil. Still tasteless, and yet there was something about the substance that made her want to lick every little drop that now came seeping out.
"Now that you've taken the first step," Corey told her, "the rest should be much simpler." There's more?"
"Of course," he said. 'The whole object of this is to teach you, you're capable of climaxing in places other than your vagina. Now open your mouth, surround my cock with those lovely lips of yours, and suck it inside. I want you to push as much of it into your throat as possible. I know I'm long and thick, but if you totally relax the muscles in your throat, you'll be able to do it without choking."
"I can't do a thing like that," she insisted.
"You can, what's more you will, and without my forcing you. You see, there are nerve-endings in the throat which, when massaged properly, can cause you to climax, too. A penis is the one proper instrument for such a throat massage. What's more, if you suck long enough and hard enough, and I come, you'll find that swallowing the semen will enhance your orgasm all the more. This is a truth I'm telling you, Susan, and not something weird in order to make you do what you considered a perverted act. If I were to have the desire for what you call a perversion, I wouldn't have had to pick you up, tonight. I would have had my choice of ten or twelve other available women. I want more from you than mere cocksucking. I want you to do it with love, because if you do, you'll start to understand the meaning of true physical love, and only from such love can the kind of spiritual love you're looking for spring."
Susan trembled, but the fires in her body told her she needed satisfaction. Finally, she said, "I want you to make love to me the right way."
"Certainly," he told her. "Suppose you tell me what constitutes the 'right way.' "
"You know what I mean," she insisted.
"From what you told me, two different men have already put their mouths on your vagina, and you loved every bit of it. Is it wrong for you to put your mouth on a pan's penis? Cocksucking is not something you do to simply please a man. You do it to please yourself. After all, when I kiss a woman down there, I do it as much to make myself happy as to please her."
"Yes!" she nodded. "I can understand that."
"Believe me when I tell you, you'll enjoy the sucking as much as you enjoyed being lapped. Come now, I wish to feel the wonderfully soft imprint of those lovely lips of yours around my stiff cock. It's something that will do the both of us a lot of good. Come on, start sucking."
Perhaps, Susan reasoned to herself, he was telling the truth. Perhaps the only real sin was in the causing of pain and discomfort to someone else, as Izzie had done to her. All else was simply what one's mind wished to believe.
Granted she was more than a little terrified at the idea of doing what this man wanted. He was filling her with trepidation at the idea simply because when she came here with him it had never once occurred to her he would ask her to do such a thing. He wanted that huge, barber pole of his shoved all the way into her mouth, down her throat. But the recollection of Izzie's tongue, and the tongue of that giant, Ralph, working through her vagina made her body shudder and tingle.
Edwin Corey had been exceedingly patient until this moment. He had sworn he would never use physical violence, especially with a woman like this, but staring down at the wavering tip of his throbbing penis, so close to the woman's closed lips was driving him to distraction. If she didn't open that lovely mouth of hers soon, he'd start pulling on her lovely red hair.
He calmed himself and decided to try persuasion one more time, saying, "Just think of it as a stalk of sugar cane. Suck on it."
The lovely librarian stared at the thickly pointing penis, noting how it was aimed, straight as a javelin toward the closed aperture of her lovely mouth. She shuddered, not knowing if she was capable of doing such a thing. She leaned close to it, shuddering, then pulled away again, saying, "I can't, Edwin. I can't." It was the first time she had used his given name.
Corey's right hand cupped the back of the beautiful redhead's skull as he slowly forced her beautiful face toward the vibrating length of his throbbing penis.
"Come on, Susan," he said in a soft, calm voice. "Let's not waste any more time. I want you to start using that pretty little mouth of yours. I want you to start sucking so I can fire a load down your throat. After that, after you've had your first oral orgasm, we'll rest, and then we'll use what you feel are more conventional ways of bringing about your satisfaction. Believe me, after the first time, you'll come to love cocksucking so much, you'll never be able to make love again without doing it."
"Please!" she sobbed. "Don't, Edwin! Don't make me do it!"
Holding her lovely head a bit more firmly, the professor actually pulled her off the sofa, tugging her to her knees in front of him. Once again, Susan felt as if she were being degraded, forced to assume such a position.
Corey tugged her beautiful face closer to his throbbing phallus, and though she tried hard to turn her head in the hope of avoiding the oncoming knife of muscle streaking toward her clamped lips, she found it difficult. She did manage to turn her head just enough so that the tip of his penis hit against the left side of her lovely face, and the burning heat of it seemed to sting her cheek as its rich, masculine texture smoothed its way across her flesh. The thrilling scent coming from his groin made her tremble as she suddenly realized her mouth was watering in anticipation of doing this.
Realizing by now her continued resistance was futile, the lovely redheaded librarian stopped struggling. Some of his penile lubrication was still smearing itself along her cheek as the cock-head rubbed back and forth, back and forth, but for some reason she no longer felt uncomfortable. Knowing the fluid was tasteless helped make up her mind to accept the situation.
Susan's face was pressed solidly against the heated length of the man's throbbing cock, and the intense desire for satisfaction in her body suddenly erased all the fear inside her. The feel of the penis's silky flesh against her cheek as well as the stimulating scent rising from his groin was something she found more than a little arousing. Her fright was completely fading away. The very presence of the heavily throbbing masculine pike, its simply being there-its closeness no longer represented a threat to her. On the contrary, it was a comfort to her. A warm calm began spreading its way through her.
Slowly surrounding the length of the penis with her left hand, Susan used her right hand to remove the man's hand from the back of her head, then slowly, determinedly, she turned her face toward the tip of the organ while parting her pretty, cupid's bow lips, opening her mouth just enough to welcome in the great head of his large, swollen cock.
Corey waited until the lovely woman's mouth had opened wide enough before slowly, very slowly introducing the tip of his throbbing phallus inside. The slowness was partially out of consideration for her, but it was also to allow the man to observe the way she pursed her lips around the organ, continually sucking. Seeing what she was doing was just as important as feeling it, and the man wanted to enjoy the visual sensation just as much as the warm feeling of her smooth tongue as it warmly trickled along the length of his throbbing penile underside.
Once the swollen poker of solidly flaming flesh was lodged inside her lovely mouth, the librarian slowly closed her sweet, heart-shaped lips, tightly pursing them very solidly around the massive stiffness of the throbbing masculine wand. The meaty taste of the throbbing organ thrilled the wonderful taste-buds in her mouth, and much to her surprise she realized she was enjoying the taste of it immensely. Yes, she actually -liked it. The rich and delicious flavor of his masculine flesh pressing on her tongue was actually thrilling to her. Oh it was fantastic!
The more she sucked, the more she felt the inner beat of the heavy penis as it continued throbbing, and the more she enjoyed it. Yes, everything was exactly as Edwin Corey had said to would be. He wasn't a man like Izzie. He was teaching her to enjoy what she was doing rather than simply forcing her to please him. If she -liked the sucking, then how much more would she enjoy the finality of all this, when his hot seed came gushing into her throat. Lord! She knew she enjoyed the feeling of sperm spurting into her vagina. Was it so incredible to enjoy the same feeling in her pharynx?
Now she sucked harder, actually wanting to taste his sperm. She wanted it washing over her loving tongue, lining her cheeks, then dripping down her throat into her belly.
Once the heavily thick length of his pulsating peter was in the tightly sucking depths of her crushing, albeit tender mouth, Susan slowly but definitely closed her pursed lips around the rigidly pulsating phallus. She tightened her lips until they formed an unending pink ribbon, making it harder and harder for the man to shove his cock any deeper into her mouth. Her eyes glanced up and saw the lines in his face, and she realized he was undergoing an ecstatic agony, and knowing this thrilled her even more.
The instant the college professor felt Susan's pressuring lips solidly gripping the full length of his rigidly stiff cock, swallowing the entire lavender head and half the length of the meaty shank, Corey's eyes tightly closed and his head snapped back as a completely unintelligible gasp escaped from his mouth. He hurled his anxious hips solidly forward, sending more of his unbending penis into the tight circle of her sucking, slurping mouth. Her puckered lips formed a ring so tight, they seemed to be actually tearing off the outer layer of skin on his throbbing penis.
Corey was in joyous pain. This beautiful, stunning redheaded librarian, who had hidden her light under the proverbial bushel for so long, was revealing herself to him in all her glory, and she was everything he had ever hoped for. He had believed Elaine Carter to be the finest fellatrice he had ever encountered, but here was a woman who was unpracticed, who had never sucked a cock in her entire life, and she was proving to be far better than the best.
Susan was sucking as naturally as a baby calf pulling at its mother's udder. It was obvious she was still not yet used to what she was doing, for as Corey continued pushing his throbbing cock deeper into her mouth, she began making all kinds of strange guttural noises deep in the tunnel of her larynx, and she had to hastily swallow her own saliva to keep from gagging on it.
"Yes, my love!" the man heatedly whispered to her, reassuring her.
It was the first time Corey had referred to a woman as "my love," and he realized, he meant it. This was the woman for whom he had been waiting all these years. She was his soul mate, so perfectly attuned to him, she felt as he did, and understood as he did. He knew it would take time, because he was certain she, herself, had not yet realized how much they meant to one another. He would be patient with her.
"You're doing it perfectly," he continued. "You have a natural aptitude for it. You'll be the most wonderful cocksucker I've ever known." He wanted to say he wished to restrict her mouth to his cock and his alone, but he had no right to make such demands on her, yet. "Just keep that sweet and lovely mouth moving . . . use that tongue against the underside of my cock . . . aaaannnnhhhh . . . yesss wonderrrrfullll.. . ohhhhhh.. . yes.. . yes.. . yes . . . now suck.. . such hard.. . harrrrrd.. . uuuu-nnhhh. . . . "
The lovely redhead was thrilled to hear the effect her pursed lips and licking tongue were having on this man, and she began sucking very hard. Her lips began pulling on the solidly meaty shank of hardened muscle and flesh as if she actually expected to extract nourishment from it. Her mouth continued vibrantly moving forward and back, her flaming tongue licking lustily on the underside of his salaciously shuddering penis.
Her hands reached out and solidly gripped the man's hips. She held him steadily in place as her head began moving back and forth at greater and greater speed.
Each time Susan's pursed lips moved forward, she managed to take a little bit more of his throbbing penis into the depths of her mouth. Soon the thick head of the weighty phallic lance was pressing against the back of her throat, trying to force itself into her esophagus, and she remembered what Corey had said about completely relaxing her throat muscles. She found herself doing precisely as the man instructed, and after fighting back an initial urge to gag, pulled the weighty head deeper into her gullet, feeling it touch a strange new series of tantalizing nerve-endings never before pressured.
The lovely lady's pretty cheeks were bloated as she rammed her beautiful face all the way forward, feeling the tight, smooth roundness of his bullet-like cock-head sinking all the way into her clinging gullet. Where the penis had seemed too long and too thick before, now it seemed to be not long enough. She wanted to feel the heavy lance of flesh pressing into her belly.
Her working tongue suddenly leaped out, lapping this way and that, and with the tip of the organ she was able to lick the man's heavy brown, hair-covered sac of wrinkled scrotum. Soon she was pushing her beautiful face so far forward, her nose was squashed against his pelvis and her lower lip was able to tug in a good part of his scrotal sac.
Then her lovely head pulled back, her sucking mouth sliding along the entire length of his throbbing, pulsating penis, feeling it slip from her mouth for an instant as her tongue licked strongly around the sides and top of the throbbing organ. With her pretty head all the way back, the beautiful redhead was able to lap with her tongue at the tip of the man's throbbingly spongy glans, circling the ridge of the corona, teasing the little slit, lapping and licking with a natural ability even Corey had never suspected she possessed. She wrapped her slurping tongue tightly around the thickness of his glans, tugging on the organ, making the man gasp and sigh with lust.
Corey made a lot of noise, grunting and groaning, letting Susan know just how much he was enjoying all the wonderfully thrilling things her mouth was doing to him. It was as if her tongue was actually delving into the slit in his penis, sinking inside his urethra, and through that thick tube was reaching into his testicles, tickling the balls from the inside.
Susan, for some unaccountable reason, felt very proud of herself, realizing she was able to make this particular man react so. It seemed important to please him, more important than anything else in her entire life. Once again her licking tongue lapped the ridge of his onion-topped phallus, and then she used her pursed lips to surround the tip and pull on it until he thought the corona and glans were being yanked from the rest of his cock.
"Ohhhhh.. . hhhhaamuuuunnnngggghhhh!"he gasped. "You are unbelievably fantastic," he told her. "I've never felt another mouth in the whole world like yours, and I don't know if, after this, I ever want to feel another mouth. My God! You have to be the absolute ultimate cocksucker!"
His continued words of constant encouragement made the beautiful Susan suck faster and harder, inwardly very exuberant as she continued thrilling to the wonderful taste of him. She was delightedly overjoyed, knowing she was able to please him so thoroughly and completely. Her dread of fellatio had totally disappeared, and her lovely head continued bobbing up and down, up and down, moving speedily in time to the rhythm set by the slurping of her twining tongue. She allowed her tiny lingual digit to slither and unslither itself around the man's hardened phallic spire, and the pink organ pressed itself strongly against the underside of his flamingly rigid penis. This caused her upper teeth to very lightly press against the top of the extremely sensitive purple dome.
In almost no time, the sucking librarian had gone from an extremely naive woman who knew nothing about sex at all save for the need for an orgasm, to an expertly trained, penis-eating cocksucker of the first magnitude. Now her lovely lips moved back and forth along the entire length of the man's throbbing cock with what seemed like a certain practiced ease. Her lips sucked on the full length of the heavy organ as it plunged into her mouth repeatedly, each time burying itself in the clutching depths of her throat.
The lovely redhead's oral orifice had suddenly become a powerful, sucking, strongly leeching, mightily pulling vacuum. Her mouth was not merely tugging on the entire length of his uncontrolled cock, but was now sucking in his testicles, as well.
Corey felt thrillingly tingling static electricity shooting through his throbbing testicles, vibrantly shocking him again and again as she continued to engulf the entire scrotum sac each time her beautiful face pushed forward and gobbled down the length of his pulsating cock. His testicles tingled as if lightning had charged through them, shocking him again and again as she engulfed him. Heavy seed in his balls prepared to unleash itself.
The professor was pumping madly into her mouth again and again, forcing his heavy penis deeper and deeper into her narrow throat as if trying to reach for something inside her. Susan began gripping his hips more tightly to keep him from wildly jerking around as his steamy cock pumped itself in and out of her tightly sucking mouth.
Strange, delightful sensations were starting to shoot through the lovely librarian. She realized her vagina was soaking wet. It was unleashing a flood of dribbling pussy oils. She was aware of the flow spurting all over her knees and thighs, and that was when she realized the penis, reaching into the back of her throat, was doing things normally done in her vagina. She was all set to have an orgasm, only it was beginning in the depths of her gullet, and from there it was reaching into her vagina.
"AAAAUUUUCCCC . . . HHHHRR RRKKKK . . . GGGGNN NNKKKK . . . AAAARR RRCCC-HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH . . . LLLLUUUU-CCCCHHAAAAGGGGHHHH!" she gasped and squawked as the heavy penis crammed itself down her throat again and again.
Her aching body was now completely beyond her own control as she began violently spasming, coming like crazy. She knew if she lost the least little bit of the man's throbbing cock now, it would take the edge off her orgasm. So she crammed her lovely face even more tightly against his groin as she bounced up and down on the floor, on her knees.
Corey's hands were tightly gripping the back of Susan's head. His own mouth widely gaped, looking as if he expected to yell at any moment. The speed with which his thrusting loins moved back and forth let the lovely Susan know he was about to fire, and she was anxious for it. She had to drink that seed.
The lava boiled through the length of his lunging cock, flooding toward the tiny opening in the head of his stiffly pulsing penis. The professor tensed his body, stiffening until all of him was as taut as his pulsating penis. Then he let out a loud yell that was muffled by the soundproofed walls of the apartment.
He gagged wildly as his thrusting penis enlarged, pulsated, and then began unleasing great gouts of pure white semen into the luscious redhead's eagerly accepting throat.
Susan sucked, pulling all of it into her belly. Her mouth clung tightly to the throbbing penis, pulling, pulling, pulling.
Her mouth continued sucking the heated length of muscular meat, feeling the contents of his balls falling into the empty pit of her stomach, the food in there having departed for her small intestine some minutes earlier. Her tongue swathed itself across the length of his shrinking penis again and again.
Slowly the prick began shrinking in her mouth, as all penises did when they emptied themselves. She continued sucking on it, pulling it with her lips, slurping the length of it with her tongue, and when it was shriveled to nothingness, she licked it all over, then lapped his balls, as well.
"I never thought I would learn to love something as depraved as this," Susan told him, lifting her mouth from his cock.
"Maybe it isn't depraved," Corey said to her. "Depravity, like beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder, don't you think?"
Susan shrugged. She was learning to reevaluate life. She still wasn't sure just who was right and who was wrong, but she did know she would never be able to return to being the person she had been before Izzie had tricked her into all this.
The redheaded librarian was taken by surprise when the man pulled her to her feet, then sat her on the sofa beside himself as he kissed her on the mouth, tasting himself in her oral cave. She ought to have been disgusted, but she wasn't. On the contrary, she liked the idea that he was willing to kiss her after she did this. She liked Edwin Corey, and she feared she might come to like him too much. There was still so much to think about; so much. "Let's rest," he told her, "and then we'll fuck!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following Monday, when he came in to have Susan sign the statement that he had picked up the garbage for the, week, Howard Brandwin was surprised when he realized the woman at whom he was now looking was no longer the drab librarian he had often thought was the stuck-up, snooty, dried-up bitch he believed her to be. The dress was still the same, though she had belted it to show off her curves. But she no longer wore the wig with the bun at the back of it. In fact, she no longer wore any kind of wig. Her red hair was very short, cut in a boyish Italian bob, and it was only because of the dress and the glasses that Brandwin knew her to be the librarian. He also realized something else. She was the woman he had fucked at the motel a week ago Saturday.
Who would have believed it. Old Izzie had somehow conned the lady librarian to the motel, and it was obvious he had seen the things in her everyone else had failed to see, and he had brought them out.
Shit! She had been one terrific fuck.
Brandwin wanted to fuck her again. He wanted to fuck her so much, he was willing to share her with another of his friends.
Vinnie Eugenio also hauled garbage with Brandwin, and like Brandwin had never thought much of the way Susan looked. like Brandwin he was surprised to see the change in the red-haired librarian, and when Brandwin suggested they grab her and have a little fun with her, Vinnie agreed.
Vinnie was taller than Howard Brandwin, with light-brown hair, a twisted nose, and a crooked smile. He looked like a cross between an old Elvis Presley and a young Sheldon Leonard, except that his hair was very curly.
So that night, they followed Susan to her home, and when she unlocked the door to let herself in, they forced their way in with her.
"How dare you," she snapped at them and ran to the phone.
Vinnie moved with her, ripping the phone out of the wall, and Brandwin whipped out a long mean-looking knife. He waved it in front of Susan, saying, "You give us a hard time, lady, and I'll slice your tits off."
By now, Susan recognized them as the two garbage men, and she knew better than to say anything.
"I want her mouth," Vinnie insisted. "I ain't never had me a blow job, and I wanna find out what it's all about."
"Sure," Brandwin agreed. "I don't mind fucking her mouth after you're through with it. Besides, she has two other holes I can use."
"Please," Susan whimpered. "I've never done anything to hurt either of you. Why are you here?"
"We're here to fuck you," Brandwin told her, and before her horrified eyes, he used the knife to cut open her dress. Then he slit her brassiere between the two cups, and with his hands he pulled everything off her. Whatever wouldn't come off easily he cut off, and in no time he had the redheaded woman totally naked.
"Does Izzie know what you're doing?" she asked, certain Izzie had put them up to it.
"Izzie had a heart attack last week," Brandwin snapped. "He can't line up no more dames for us, so that's why we're here."
Susan wrapped her arms tightly over her breasts and tried backing away from the two men. Brandwin put the knife away, and the two of them leaped for her, hurling her body to the sofa in her living room.
"Hey," Vinnie said. "From what you told me, you've already fucked her once. I figure since I ain't never fucked her, I oughtta go first. I wanna sniff that pussy of hers. You can always tell what kind of a lay a broad is gonna be by the smell of her cunt. I know, believe me!"
Brandwin forced the red-haired secretary to sprawl out on the sofa, and the two men stared at her long, slender, white columnar thighs in the morning sunlight. The shorter man used his hands on her ankles, forcing her thighs to remain apart.
Under the hungering stares of the two men, Susan felt the swollen lobes of her vagina already starting to dribble. The entire slash was surrounded by a perfect circle of sparse red fur.
Vinnie kneeled and rubbed her belly for a moment, and then, with Brandwin's help, flipped her over onto her belly. He touched her slender back, then whispered to Brandwin, "Christ! She's got silk-smooth skin. No goddamn wonder she's so fuckin' sexy. To think, she's been hidin' all this for so long. I figure we oughta get our fill of her by each of us coming once in each of her three holes."
He leaned down and inhaled the naturally aromatic scent of her seething vagina. Then he pushed a hand between her slender belly and the sofa cushions and moved his fingers until he finally was gripping one of her smooth breasts. His hand continued trembling as he thrilled to the delightful solidity of her mammary, and his other hand reached around and delved between her body and the back of the sofa until he was able to squeeze her other breast. He tugged solidly on the trembling nipples, and though Susan fought to push his hands away from her, she was unable to fight the strength of his caresses.
Now Vinnie's aching hands slid along the contours of her delightfully trembling body, running softly along her firm, white flesh, massaging her delightfully slender waist. Then his hands began massaging lower, feeling the firm cheeks of her delicious buttocks. Though he loved the idea of fucking her in the mouth, when it came to feeling around, Vinnie was an ass-man.
"Look how wet her cunt is already," Vinnie said to Brandwin. "She can struggle, and she can scream all she wants about not wanting a cock, but her body sure wants it."
He was right, and the worst part of it was, Susan was beginning to realize it. Her body was craving all kinds of physical attention even though she hated the two men touching her.
She stiffened when Vinnie got to his feet and walked around in front of her. His hands gripped her short, red hair and he tugged her face up to stare at his groin. With his free hand he opened his belt and dropped his pants and underpants giving her a glimpse of a long, red penis with an even redder head. It waggled from side to side like an enormous weather vane with the wind blowing toward her.
The heavy mass of light-brown, almost blond curls above his throbbing penis created the impression there was a lot of sperm in his heavily ' dangling balls. At the moment, his bulging red glans was teasing her, staring at her with its sightless eye. A sticky "teardrop" fell from the eye, suspended as if by a long string of sticky oil, and Vinnie commanded, "Catch it with your tongue, bitch! Do it, or Howie'll have to cut you with his knife."
Brandwin, meanwhile, was resting on his knees on her ankles as he began running his hands over the smoothness of her rounded buttocks. He had not been able to get her fabulous body out of his mind. Now, once again, he had a clear, unobstructed view of her hair-surrounded vagina, especially with the light from the lamp he had turned on bouncing off it. He stared at the way the pink outer lips, all swollen and pouting seemed to move aside in order to reveal the rich scalloped edges of the richer pinkness of her inner labia. Yes, it was a fantastic sight, and he would fuck that cunt again-after he had first fucked her ass.
"You know," Vinnie said, dropping her head so that her cheek hit the bolstered arm on the sofa, "maybe I'll fuck her cunt, first."
Making certain Brandwin held the helpless woman's thighs wide apart, he slowly pressed two fingers into her already heavily lubricated channel. He continued sawing his fingers in and out of her sopping vaginal opening, and eventually, even though it was against Susan's will, his fingers caused torrents of fluid to come bubbling out of her. His fingers worked faster and faster, causing more and more wetness to flood from her vaginal causeway. He didn't attempt pushing his fingers any farther into her. He decided he wanted the pleasure of her inner tightness wrapped around his throbbing cock. Slowly, he tugged his fingers from inside her, saying, "I've felt cunts in my time, Howie, but this one has to be the tightest pussy I've ever fingered. She stretches nicely, but just enough."
Inhaling strongly, Susan tried forcing her wrought-up body to relax, and as she did so, she thought she felt the pressure on her ankles lessening. Brandwin was loosening his grip. She tried kicking free and was doomed to disappointment. Brandwin pressed his knees on her ankles very firmly for a moment, and both he and Susan knew he would break her ankles if he pressed long enough and hard enough.
Brandwin took his knees off her ankles, and Vinnie wrapped an arm around her waist and forced her up on her knees on the sofa. Then he probed into her vagina again with his fingers, moving in behind her, taking Brandwin's place, keeping his knees wedged between her thighs, forcing them to remain open. He kept moving his fingers in and out until Susan began involuntarily moving her body back and forth.
Once again Vinnie tugged his fingers out then used his thumbs to hook her vaginal lips apart. He stared straight into the seething pink depths of her bubbling vagina and then said to Howard Brandwin, "If her cunt feels only half as good as it looks, it'll be terrific."
"Don't do this!" Susan croakingly gasped. "Please . . . please . . . I never did anything to hurt either of you. I don't want this. . . . "
"Just whom do you think you're kiddin'? " Vinnie asked, laughing out loud. "You're so hot you're ready to explode, honey. From what Howie here tells me, you're a great fuck. Why the hell should you care who fucks you? A cock's a cock."
"Ohhhh . . . .n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.. . . " the terrified Susan began to loudly cry, feeling the solid length of his meaty penis working its way into her seething vagina.
His hand tightly holding onto the throbbing organ, Vinnie continued guiding it past her slavering inner vaginal lips, pushing it deeper and deeper into her womanly tunnel. Her body was already writhing and wriggling as the unwanted penis began making inroads into her body.
Vinnie wasn't moving slowly out of kindness. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of her tightly clinging vaginal walls being stretched as he tunneled his way into her. Little by little her membranes seemed to absorb the full length of his steaming cock. Her tight womanly interior opened more and more, and Susan found herself crying because she realized the man had been right. Her body didn't care who was on the other end of a cock. She began pounding her asscheeks back against his body, and Vinnie was gasping. If he kept his cock in her a little longer, she would come on the spot.
"I gotta try her ass, too," Vinnie insisted, talking to Brandwin as if the woman didn't understand English, or as if he sincerely believed her to be a non-entity. "I gotta feel how tight her asshole is around my cock, and then afterward, after I pull my cock outta her ass, maybe I'll shove it into her mouth."
"For heavens' sake!" Susan screamed. "Don't do this to me. Have pity, have pity.. . . "
But Vinnie Eugenio was not in the mood to listen to the lovely redheaded woman. He moistened his finger and he began probing between her tightly clenched buttocks. His hot, hard cock continued driving into the depths of her vagina again and again. In, in, in, and in again the finger pushed, and it caused the same thrills she felt all the other times her ass had been fingered, but this time she knew the fingering was not a means of tightening her cunt for his cock.
Every now and again Vinnie pulled his finger out to scoop up some lubricating juices, and then he would shove the finger right back into the rubbery depths of her seething rectum. He moved the finger around and around, widening the narrow tunnel, and then, while Howard Brandwin, who had undressed, moved around in front of her, raising her head, forcing her jaws apart, and pushing his slender cock into her mouth, holding her steady, Vinnie Eugenio yanked his penis violently out of her vagina and pressed it against the tight opening of her narrow anus. Susan tried pulling forward, but in so doing, crammed more of the slender rod of Harold Brandwin into her mouth.
"You're right," Brandwin said to Vinnie. "She really is something special. Wait'll you try her mouth. It's just like butter. She can fuck from just about any hole like a bunny rabbit."
The heavy penis in her mouth pushed a little bit into her throat. It was just about long enough to probe into her gullet. She gagged and choked, but the man continued prodding, pushing his slender prick into her pharynx as far as it would go, shoving it in forcibly, not at all gently, the way Edwin Corey had done it to her.
There was a strong muskiness about Brandwin's groin that made Susan wrinkle her nose. The garbage man was going wild, now, solidly fucking his cock in and out of her mouth again and again, jamming it all the way in so that he was rubbing his hairy pelvis against her twitching nose. It was obvious he was getting some kind of sadistic thrill, listening to the gurgling sounds coming from the depths of her gagging throat. Hell! He would be shooting his entire load down her throat in almost no time. She had one helluva sucking mouth on her.
The helpless Susan shuddered violently, feeling both, her mouth and her rectum being violently attacked. The man was pushing harder into her rectum now, forcing her sphincter open, and then . . . POP! His glans moved past her sphincter into the narrow, rubbery tunnel beyond.
"Uuuuhhhrrrgggghhhhmmmmmmphhhhaaas-aaauuu wwwuwwgggggggg!" the helpless Susan gagged, feeling pulsating pain shooting through her trembling body as the penis began pushing all the harder. It created more and more pain as it forced itself into her rectal rictus. Vinnie gripped her rounded asscheeks tightly and squeezed the buttocks as he pushed and pushed, shoving his throbbing rod ever deeper into her narrow rectal tunnel.
To Vinnie Eugenio the thrilling sensation was totally unbelievable. He had never been able to fuck a woman in other than the cunt, and he had to admit, screwing in all these other places was really terrific. The penis sank deeper and deeper, and he was sighing, thrilling to the enjoyment he was feeling.
Vinnie had been married once before, and his wife had been straitlaced, insistent he either fuck her the regular way, or not at all. She had finally left him, unable to stand him.
Right now, as far as the curly -haired garbage man was concerned, the simple most important thing was being able to enjoy fucking this woman's asshole to the fullest, and he intended doing just that. His penis was leaking heavy amounts of lubrication, and it was continually greasing the interior of her hot, anal tunnel. Inside, her squeezing rectal interior was hot and sticky, a tight, rubber-band-like tunnel of squeezing sensation, crushing the hell out of his driving cock. Vinnie felt fiery tingles of delightful sensation as he crammed his thick cock ever deeper until his testicles were pressed right up against the woman's anal tissue, dangling down against her vaginal opening.
"You . . . "he gasped out to Howard Brandwin, ". . . would. . . uhhhh. . . never believe how tight it is in here.. . aaahnnnhhhhh . . . this has to be the tightest.. . ohoooooooh hole I've everfucked.. . hh-hhuuuuunnnnhhh . . . you won't believe it. . . aa-aaahhhhhhhhh.. . . "
"Man, I believe," Brandwin nodded, continuing to violently thrust his own pulsating penis in and out of the tightly sucking tunnel of the beautiful Susan's tightly clinging oral lips. She was automatically sucking without realizing it, pulling and slurping on the full length of the solid little meaty organ. Her mind had temporarily gone blank. Having discovered what it was to be fucked with love, anything less was no longer good enough for her, even if her body automatically responded. Her tight rectum felt the littlest bit wider now, accepting Vinnie's cock all the more readily as the heatedly sticky ooze from his penis continued wetting down her tight rectal flesh.
"You know," Vinnie gasped. "Just.. . ooooohhh . . . looking at her asshole . . . aaaaaaannnnnnhhhhh . . . is fantastic.. . , " he gasped, staring down at the way his penis was continually moving in and out of her anal orifice.
Taking a deep breath, Vinnie slammed his throbbing cock forward as hard as he was able, and his solid shank of meat almost tore out the tender membranes making the inner walls of her quivering rectal tunnel as his penis sank even more deeply into her.
"Yacuwnnnnggggghhhhh!" she gaggingly gasped, her lovely face being slammed all the more solidly into Brandwin's groin, the thick penis jamming itself further into her throat.
The swollen cock plunged deeper and deeper into the tightness of her squeezing rectum, working faster and faster, making her vagina lubricate that much more heavily. Vinnie's soft stomach slapped against the roundness of her smooth asscheeks as the hairy fronts of his thighs rubbed the smooth undersides of hers. He slammed into her soft buttocks with such driving force, he flattened the gluteal flesh. Fire seared his anxiously eager hips as he continually thrust his eagerly anxious hips in and out, in and out. His plundering organ was soaked in its own juices as it continued pummeling through the tightness of her rectum, reaching all the way up into her colon.
Susan was aware of the pain quickly filtering out of her tender rectum as her mouth sucked with even greater strength on Howard Brandwin's throbbing penis. The two organs were working in tandem, moving back and forth so that it appeared as if a single pipe of flesh ran the length of her body, attached to both men who were sawing it in and out together.
As the pain faded, Susan became aware of the tingle in her rectal channel that felt similar to the one she was feeling in her throat. She realized she had nerve-endings back there, as well. She was willing to bet Edwin Corey knew about them, but he hadn't wanted to rush her.
Vinnie's thick penis, continually rubbing in and out of her rectum, was now so exciting, she was unable to hold still. Her knees were leaping up and down on the sofa cushions.
Vinnie looked down to stare at his thick cock, gasping with thrills as he enjoyed the way it continued moving through her anal pucker. He was fucking into her asshole at a regulated pace now, in and out, in and out, slamming his entire bulk against the rounded moons of her sweet ass each time he punched forward. His hands were clinging tightly to her, digging so solidly into her white flesh, his fingers were leaving black and blue marks in her delicate skin.
The fire Vinnie felt in his lungs turned to searing molten metal as he began gasping all the more heavily, forcing her thighs to part even more widely so he was able to study the rounded contours of her buttocks. She was kneeling before him as if praying to both of them, but this was the only way to get her tight asshole to pay him the fealty it deserved. Her mouth was paying homage to Brandwin's cock, and her asshole was bent before his own prick.
Susan was no longer in any kind of pain or agony. Though her body was getting some kind of thrill from all this, she wanted it all to end because she disliked the two men doing this to her. Still, her physical being continually responded as the two penile pokers continued wending their way through her anal and oral cavities. They were driving so solidly into her, she wondered if it was physically possible for the two tips to touch. No, no, Brandwin had a cock that was too short. Maybe if he had another three or four inches it might have been a conjecture worth pondering. Her body continually ached for more and more of the two organs lunging into her, and her body shuddered with delight as the thrills continued building in her.
Brandwin had started plundering her mouth long before Vinnie had actually pushed into her asshole, and he was so aroused and thrilled with the pressures of her puckered lips, he was no longer able to restrain himself. He began spurting down her sucking throat, firing long ropes of gooey semen as he shouted, "EEEEYYYYEEEEAA AAGGGGHH HHUUUUNN NNNNGGGGHHHH HHAAAA-AAAA GGGGGGHHHHUUUU NNNNGGGG-HHHHAAAA AARRRRGGGG GGHHHHHH-
HH!"
He blasted shot after shot of white cream against her throat, and Susan found herself hurriedly swallowing as the creamy fluid touched off something in her gullet that made her gag out, "UUUUTRRR RR-GGGGLL CCCCHHHHAA AAAAKKKKKK GG-GGNNNNNNKK KKUUUUGGGG NNNNHH-HHAAAA UUUUWWWAAAA RRRRGGGGHH-HH UUUUCCCCHHHH AHAH!"
The orgasm continued spasing through her trembling body, reaching lower and deeper, crawling through her belly, reaching into her vagina, making her wetly flooded tunnel spurt out its own heavy oil. She slammed her buttocks back more and more wildly against the penis buried in the tightness of her rectum, and the massaging thrills continued building in her.
Vinnie Eugenio was pounding against her buttocks even harder than she was slamming against him. He sensed something momentous was going to happen to both of them. He solidly hurled himself in and out of her rectum, moving with even greater fervor as his moving cock built the oncoming orgasm in Susan's anus to a higher and higher point of rapturous delight.
As Howard Brandwin pulled his cock from her mouth, firing a final spurt into her face, her loud, panting sighs and gasps were now clearly audible as the thick phallus jammed into her rear continued plundering in and out, in and out. She had no idea why she was enjoying the rectal thrusts, but she did know the thrills in her rear-end were no less thrilling than the one she had felt in her throat, moments earlier.
Then Vinnie began feeling the sensation for which he had been aiming the entire time. This was the conclusion he had been seeking, and the reason why he had gone through all this in the first place. The feelings began flooding him, inundating him, swamping him and then swallowing him up like a massive tidal wave. He slammed himself forward all the more solidly into her as his entire body rigidly stiffened.
Vinnie felt his body had the flexibility of a surfboard at that moment as he tautened behind her rounded pair of white asscheeks, continually knifing his pulsating prick into her again and again. He was going to climax, and it was the kind of orgasm for which he had been waiting.
Susan felt the tension in him, but she was way ahead of him. After having physically enjoyed the oral orgasm brought on by Howard Brandwin, she pressed her face into the arm of the sofa again, raising her buttocks very high, and her orgasm in the rear hit her with even more force than the climax she had felt when Brandwin had made her come, orally.
"EEEEEEYYYYAAA IIIIGGGGHH HHAA AAGGGGHHHH UUUUUUNN GGHHHH!" she bellowed, completely out of control as her tight anus began spasming around the thrusting penis, exerting more and more pressure on it than ever before. Each time she contracted her rectal opening, it was as if she were literally squeezing the juices from his pulsating testicles.
"YYYYEEEEAAAA GGGGHHHHUU UUNN NNGG GGHHHHAAARRR GGGHH!" Vinnie Eugenio bellowed as he began a series of lengthily spasming thrusts into her asshole, violently trembling as thick, gummy wads of semen spurted from the tip of his fleshy hose, flooding into her with a burning satisfaction.
Gasping shouts seemed to die in Vinnie's throat as he continually gurgled, unable to properly express himself as his entire world seemed to suddenly shatter.
He continued pumping into her until he was drained dry, and then he collapsed on top of her, and for the next ten minutes Susan simply lay there with the weight of the man pressing her more and more deeply into the sofa. She was panting, realizing love was needed to really give her total sexual fulfillment, but by the same token she was able to feel some satisfaction even without love.
Finally Vinnie rolled off her and the two men went into her kitchen to see what she had in the refrigerator. They made themselves sandwiches, not bothering to make one for her, and they sat around the living room, letting crumbs fall all over the place as they ate, joking about what they intended doing to her, next.
A knock at the door snapped them out of their reverie, and Brandwin warned her not to give them away, or he would stick his knife into her. Susan put on a robe she got from her bedroom closet, then went to the door and called out, asking who was there.
The voice belonged to a neighbor who wanted to see her for a moment. She opened the door a little, and then the door was pushed open the rest of the way as police burst into the room. The neighbor had called them, having seen the two men force Susan into her home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"We're going to fuck and I don't want any arguments from you."
"But we only just got together a few days ago.. . . "
"Were you sorry?"
"Well, no, but too much of a good thing.. . . "
"In the vernacular of today, bullshit! I want you and you want me, and that's all there is to it. I'm not keeping you from any appointments, am I."
"Well, not really.. . . "
The redheaded woman smirked at the tall handsome college professor. She was on the offensive now and had been ever since the night following her rape by the two garbage men, both of whom would shortly be facing five to seven years terms in the penitentiary.
Susan had been tired of waiting for Edwin Corey to come seeking her out, so she had gone to his apartment for three nights running, once finding him with another woman. She waited until he was finished with the other woman, and proved so successful in arousing him afterward, he realized he was hopelessly trapped by her. She wasn't trying to force him into marriage, knowing to do such a thing would ruin their relationship, but she also knew if she glutted him with her body, then withheld herself from him after awhile, there was the possibility he would come looking for her, realizing he needed her even more than she needed him. This was her last night seeking him out. She knew by the erection he was sporting that he wanted her, and she was banking on his actually needing her after tonight. Susan was good at reading people, and she was certain she had Edwin Corey figured out, perfectly.
