Chapter 5
Luck exists. Miracles occur.
Roz was not a lesbian, not homosexual, not gay. She was only a woman who had made it only with others of her own sex. She had never had the normal experience of man and woman, heterosexual lovemaking, fucking. Long ago, scared and confused, she had decided-wrongly. She had never hated men, she had feared them. And now that was ended. Strangely, Char had helped, in her vicious rape with the dildo. After that, reluctantly at first, Roz herself had helped and had prepared herself for this moment, with the battery vibrator she pushed up inside herself and pumped as Char had pumped the leather godemiche.
Now it was a fleshy staff that filled and expanded her and its warmth was wonderful inside her.
He fed her delight and her passion by telling her that he felt her tightness, her muscles, the inner chewing on his cock. And then he drew it nearly all the way out.
She groaned and jerked, her loose-slung tits wobbling wildly-and then she screamed when he threw it back into her with all the strength of his hips. Once inside he held himself above her, on his palms and swerved his hips, so that his thick hard-on nuzzled about inside her.
"It... you're bigger than Char's leather thing, darling. You're bigger than my little vibrator. And I love it, love it! I can feel myself spreading-I love being spread this way by you-by your big hot schwantz!"
"My what?"
"Your schwantzschtucker! Your penis!"
"Oh-we've never talked-I didn't know you knew... what, German? It's always been a dick to me. And my 'bone.' "
"Bone!" She chuckled. "Bone! Yes! It feels like it's got a bone in it-it feels like a great big knob-ended bone inside me! Give me your BONE!!"
He gave her his bone. He fucked her strongly, his weight suspended above her and his cock shuttling, shuttling, vigorously plowing her furrow, making sure she felt the burrowing of his broad dick into the deepest recesses of her body's sexual hollow.
She stared up at his driving, delving, deeply digging body as if in hypnotic trance. His chest moved back and forth and she saw how its twinned plates bulged, just as the muscles of his arms did, propping him above her on his palms so that they were joined only where it counted at the moment. Her throat and mouth made strange little sounds and she didn't notice. The cooing girl-woman's body bounced back like a taut bow each time his carnal lunges drove her down. Hot passion claimed her. Vaginal juices dribbled forth around his dilating plunging cock. She felt herself dissolving in a seething tumult of wonderful voluptuous sensations.
So this was what fucking was like!
This was what it was like to be fucked!
She loved it!
And she wondered: should she be doing something? She thought about it, with his big thick lengthy cock going steadily in and out of her. Maybe-she tried humping up, tightening her buttocks and pushing her crotch up, when he came down... Oh! That was nice! Yes! And her hands. What-his nipples!
She seized on them, played with them, raked and pinched and twisted those male nipples and his face and the sounds he made told her he liked that. Good! She wanted to be a good fuck, a sexual partner, not merely a sprawled woman being fucked.
That merely added to the sheer sensation of immersing his rutting bone in the straining hole of her soaking wet crotch, which was already making his head spin and rocking his body with shudders of extreme pleasure.
His face contorting, he hammered on, hitting deep, lustily and irresistibly into the ripely resilient form of the panting woman. Woman, yes. She was that all right, though she called herself girl. Rising and falling, his loins thudded down on hers with jarring impacts.
Her mound was supple and springy under him, splitting wide to accept the big plunging dagger of his penis. The beautiful girl's eyes fluttered. Her head moved feverishly to-and-fro and her mouth murmured soft responses and endearments to her flailing, humping lover.
The fury of his strokes coupled with his arching, weaving motion of his lean masculine hips kept the smooth and pulpy swells of her labia well spread, stretched extravagantly about the thickness of the heated column that was his sluicing cock.
She was jarred all over, too; the twin pink-tipped hemispheres of her tits were shaking like jelly. And she loved it. The sighing woman's long pliant thighs tensed and flexed, pressing in to him and lifting her loins to receive the sweet abrasion of his driving body.
Again and again he made the well-fucked darling gasp as he sank his fat hard stavelike cock up her sexy little belly and prodded at the deeply seated mouth of her womb.
Violent throes of passion made her upraised legs jerk in spastic movements. He was probing and jabbing her just marvelously, making her pussy feel so good, making her feel so good all over with his pumping between clinging labial folds that frictioned so nicely along his staff and driving into a cuntful of rich, lathery sap.
"Lift your legs," he told her, panting. "Way up-put them over my shoulders. That's it. That tilts you up-and you get it-deeper. If it hurts, let me know-"
"I feel it! I feel it deeper!! It-it hur-no, no, it doesn't hurt! I like it I love it! Yes, oh yes!"
A totally irresistible and beautiful passion was on the ascendant within her satiny form Her abdomen swelled under a building orgasm. The comers of her sexy coral-tinted mouth tilted up in a lewd, sex-hungry grin. They both knew it then: this woman who had thought she was lesbian would never, never get enough.
With her legs anchored on his shoulders, the wildly drenched, gasping girl entered into the strong rhythm of his fucking. Their bodies began moving as one, magnificently united in a beautiful sexual synchronization.
Their loins were a fusion.
Their minds were a fusion.
Mouthwateringly jiggly and alive, her jogging breasts speared forth their nipples and shook madly. Her whole body jerked with spasms of desire and happiness and repeated heat flashes.
"I-I have to-let myself down," he gasped and she met that news with a broad smile and eagerly uplifted arms.
He sank down off his hands; she enfolded him as though he weighed but a few pounds she could not bother to notice. She was sighing and twitching, securely locked now in his muscular embrace and sleeving his welcome prick within that spongy, humid love nest that had never before known cock, that she now could not get stuffed full enough.
He threw it to her harder, pounding her with his muscular physique in a way that she knew with strange pleasure was mashing her titties all out of shape.
Now she felt him writhing his ass, making his belly slide over hers. That was nice. She wished her arms were longer, so she could reach his male butt. It was the source of muscle power that so wonderfully cocked her cunt!
"I'm in love with your bottom!" she announced.
"You wha-you haven't even seen my bottom!"
"I haven't touched it either... can't... reach it, darn it. But I'm in love with it, just the same. It's your dynamo. I know you're tensing it, driving with its muscles. It's what's driving all this marvelous schwantz-this lovely dick into me!"
He laughed joyously and drove in hard and ground then, tightening his ass cheeks like fists and waving his cock inside her, grinding her pussy with his crotch.
He was hunching into a juicy pudding o! oozing lovewalls, the fluid splashing out of her as he drilled deep. His chest heaved with the frenzy of his passion. He had not been prepared for this and had given himself a long slow jackoff just last night, thinking about Roz and gazing at a chick in a magazine who was totally unlike this absolutely stupendous woman. Under him, the panting woman was working now to weave his hips the way he did, twisting and writhing with agile skill.
"You should know... that experience or not... you... are better, far better right now, darling, than Alice ever ever was."
That made her so happy she wept-and humped up and down so hard she nearly hurled his body from hers. Her sweat-sheened nakedness bucked hard. Her splayed legs tensed, jerked, rose, quivered. The tensing muscles of her thighs flexed and bunched. Her buttocks were like a bellows, pumping, snapping tightly together to thrust her upward.
What felt like a foot or two of cock sank into her distended and creaming depths. It was rocky hard, turgidly thick with swelling pulsing blood, inflamed and muscular and so powerful, so lengthy and potent-so wonderful inside her!
A cloud of pleasure passed over her eyes as he rode her with quickening cadence. Then he rose to rock his body, holding himself poised over on his palms with his muscles bulging and quivering again while he pumped free and easy and deep. She watched the shudder of those straining male arms and listened to the sounds of their mutual carnality. Schlu-u-uck... shluppp, went the dipping-pulling, ingliding cock and she trembled, loving the very lewdness of the juicy sounds. They had not been so pronounced with Char's dildo or when she had plied herself, fucked herself with a battery vibrator. She had heard them, then, without realizing how beautiful those noises were and how much more pronounced when it was flesh into flesh, hardness into softness, sweating cock into sweating juicing pussy.
My God my God my God, she thought madly, sobbing aloud, I love him love him fucking me, love him, love this man... LOVE THIS!
"LOVE THIS!"
She had cried it out and she saw his big delighted grin, so that her initial feeling of embarrassment fled before an inrushing wave of happiness that she had let him know how happy she was.
He amazed her, then. He pulled out, all the way out and before she could so much as squeak his hand was at the hot open mouth of her voracious, wet, demanding pussy and he was squeezing it with strength, bunching the meaty folds of her labia, rubbing them against each other after their long distention and total separation by his driving bone.
His mouth came down on hers. His face was sweating. She pressed both hands to the back of his head and her fingers slithered into his hair. It was damp with sweat. They pressed needfully against each other, two of his fingers slipping easily into her cock-widened slit while both of them tried to slip their wagging tongues down each other's throats.
His finger began running back and forth, back and forth over her clitoris. She cried out into his mouth. Her belly surged up; she came in a sweeping wild maelstrom of pure pleasure. Her hand had to leap down to stop his from rubbing her the more-she had been so highly charged that she'd come in seconds and further manipulation of her trigger was only pain.
He wriggled down. His face came in to her breasts.
He licked and sucked each soft fleshy mass while he caressed them and pressed with his hands, making tender manual and oral love to her titties all at once until she was groaning in new arousal and the pink tips were again violently tumescent packets of agonizingly swollen flesh. The hot blood pounded inside them, turning them hot and red and hard.
A spasm of desire flashed through her and she knew her cunt, which she'd thought was surely drained, was leaking new oceans of hot flowing juice. His hands tried to contain the lovely masses of her breasts and the hot pink tips protruded lewdly, saucily between his fingers. He licked them, each in turn. She thrust her shoulders well back, down into the bed and arched her back, so that the proudly pushy bulbs of her chest stood out for more of those sensual squeezes and tongue-rakings.
He tweezered the nipples now and they grew still more, vibrantly quivering and shockingly red, until they were like big crimson lake corks popping up on a tossing pale sea.
Questing, caressing hands slid over her while he tongued her twinned spires of quivering, intoxicating loveliness and arousal. Deliberately he used his mustache as a little brush to titillate their spongy tips.
"Oh-oh yes, I LOVE you sucking my titties!"
"I love them. I love you. I love the way you say 'titties' instead of just breasts or that awful 'boobs'! Titties, titties, I love your titties, titsy lady."
He absolutely lavished attention on them, mouth and tongue and hands. Straightening a little, hunching over her, he grasped one throbbing scarlet-tipped breast with suddenly untender fingers and thumb that caught just at the base of its hardened carmine crest.
When he pressed and rolled the rubbery swelling, the hard red core of her nipple stabbed forth eagerly from the intense pinkness of the small surrounding halo-which had fed most of its flesh up into the tumid bullet he held.
"Uh! Hu-U-unnimghhhh... pl-pleeeze... easy... "
She was ignored.
He knew her. He felt sure he knew her...
It was his pleasure he served, she thought, not that of the quivering whining woman whose fat nips were standing up at attention from the voluptuously high mounds that surely rose from her chest for his amusement!
Plucking the stiff erection out, he tugged, drew her whole breast up from both its mounded position with her lying on her back and even above its normal gently swaying hang when she was standing erect. Meanwhile he pulled and pinched, his thumb and forefinger digging barbarically into the shining aureole and hard hot pulsing point of swollen sponge-flesh it sprouted.
She gasped and writhed and nervousness rose in her. She knew he heard the hissing of her breath as he simultaneously gave her distinct discomfort approaching pain... and undeniable erogenous arousing! Her nipple had gone all hot. It felt heavy, terribly swollen, loggy, at least the size of a ripe, purple plum, rising despite of its weight above a breast she was afraid to look at because it felt as though it had swollen to volleyball dimensions.
Like a man who had never seen a woman before and was fascinated by these foam rubbery projections, like a pirate with a captive whose breasts he at once liked and scorned, like a torture master checking over the merchandise before he squeezed it to bursting or whipped it to bloody ribbons, he tugged and squeezed.
He released it and her nipple snapped back down to her breast like a rubber band. She gasped, but before she could clap her hand over the poor wincing thing, his mouth was all over her breast, licking, lapping, loving, until she knew he had done it all in love-and besides, this made it worthwhile anyhow!
When her entire breast was practically lathered with his saliva and felt just marvelous, he lifted his face and again assaulted her with his hands. Heedless male hands sank into the warm pulpy distended flesh and sought perfidiously to reshape her finely packed baubles to his whim.
The truth about what he was doing and about sexuality, hit her when her cunt flooded and she whimpered-in pleasure.
He let go to begin kissing and softly sucking her nipple.
With her full attention no longer demanded by her breasts, she remembered his schwantz... dick... bone... his cock. She sent a hand down to check-and found it still hard and thick and huge-and very hot.
"Would you like to have that back in you?"
"I certainly would!" She gave it a tug.
"So would, I," he said with emphasis. "And I'd like to be able to get at these lovelies too, at the same time. Would you mind getting up on your hands and knees?"
That disturbed her. That was so similar to the way Char had raped her. He wanted her on hands and knees, she was sure, so he could enter her from behind. What if that reminded her of Char and the rape and she flipped out or something?
She hadn't moved but had tensed a bit and he asked, "Would you rather not?"
"I-" She licked her lips, took a deep breath and felt a great welling up in her of love and desire to please him and be anything, everything he wanted. "Whatever you want," she said.
He slid his mouth down the mounding curve of her breast to kiss her ribs and then his mouth was on hers again and again they kissed long and deep. She herself interrupted the kiss, so that he wouldn't have to ask her again. Turning over, she elevated herself onto hands and knees.
Her hair hung. Her tits dangled. She waited, her heart beating strongly. She felt him moving around, the bed giving and jiggling as he got behind her in the almost totally dark room.
His hands slid over her upturned bottom, tracing out the fine roundness of those tensing half-globes, leaning close to peer into the deep dark crack that split her ass into those two distinct hills. Bending even closer, he kissed each smooth swell. And kissed them, while his hand slithered between her thighs from behind and gently, lovingly toyed with the ripely thrusting bulge of her vulva and the puckered flanges framing her oily chink.
He knelt up. On his knees, he moved in closer. With one hand on a smooth firm ass cheek, he took his cock in the other and guided it forward, between tight-fleshed, shining-skinned thighs and into the cleft fig that in this position seemed slung lewdly beneath her.
She made the slightest little sound at that first contact of broad rounded cockhead with her soft lower lips. Then the clasping grip of those sweet pussy lips accepted his prick and made him shiver in complete pleasure while he again pushed up, up into her receptive belly, to plump and chart and claim territory known by no other man.
He knelt behind her for a long while, motionless, his hands on her upturned butts and his cock soaking rewardingly in her cunt. He was thinking. About her, about her life, her past, her obvious sexuality and instant love of cock and about himself and their future.
She wiggled, like a lusty, impatient animal in need of more than she was getting.
"Darling? Shall I move?"
He pulled straight back some five inches and drove straight back in.
"Aaaaanhhh!!" a great shiver ran through her kneeling form.
He began gliding easily in and out, going in long and pulling far back. A soft, warm glow pervaded her organism and scalding passion hungered deep within her cunt sheath, which had gone instantly agape.
"Yes," he said. "Move."
She did. She hunched backward in totally wanton response, making whimpering sounds of unrestrained voluptuousness and need. Her cunt seemed to close and suck around his plunging, ramming tool, greedily engulfing it deep inside her slippery lower self. Where it belonged. Where she wanted it. Where both of them needed it!
A groan escaped him. The sound made her smile. She'd given that big beautiful bone a damned good squeeze! She worked to do it again, finding arid gaining control of muscles she'd never used except in elimination. That was most definitely not her purpose now!
An aphrodisiac aura surrounded them, almost palpably, as she fucked herself.
Together, the voluptuously united couple listened to the sweet and excitingly obscene squish and slurp as his every forward stroke met her rearward one and drove his meaty stalk to full penetration, then pulled out until only her oozing sex lips still housed the broad, juice-liquored head.
His driving lust pounded her, plumbed and sounded her vaginal depths and she strained. Her efforts made her pussy work his big horn like a wet, hot hand. The kneeling woman's flat little belly heaved up and down while lustful moans flowed uninterruptedly from her throat.
She followed his every fucking movement with jogging motions of her hips.
The very definitely former "lesbian" groaned aloud and hunched, digging her nails like claws into the sheet and stroking his cock with the pulpy pink labes of her pussy-which so much flexion had now turned a deep, blood-suffused magenta. She could feel a tremendous orgasm welling up in her plundered pussy and she could not help panting with hot, animal desire as he pumped her wildly.
A flood of sensations turned her cunt into a churning fury.
Her supple, willowy body quaked and squirmed in tremors of sheer delight and spongy, love-bloated breasts swung erratically beneath her bowed body. The tension grew in her belly... grew...
Her excitement and lust built to a blinding, shattering, unbearable pinnacle of tension and then satiation in her squirting, electrified vagina. She screamed. The humping man behind her jerked, then winced as a grinding, toothy mouth seemed to chew at his cock in a series of contractile orgasmic bites.
He had never known a woman to have a climax like this. Only later did he learn from her that it was the most overpowering and magnificent of her life. Scientific theory or no, her rapidly contracting vagina spewed juices like a climaxing cock. Pussy-come came oozing and dripping out of her as she hit the peak of pleasure. The pearly shower deluged his inflamed rod, doused his balls and dripped to the sheet beneath.
Then his dripping, violently erect dick was swinging about in the naked air, for the shattered woman had overloaded from her first, heterosexual experience. She went limp, sagged, then fell forward. While his cock dripped her juices onto her bed, he stared down at her prone figure and realized that she had passed out.
Almost whimpering, he stared down at that lovely, sprawled body. His hand approached his cock. He jerked it away. His teeth indented his lower lip.
"You've just impressed holy hell out of her, Johnny me boy," he muttered aloud in the room-which might as well have been empty but for himself. "She's actually conked out from screwing. Sure it wants to spurt. Sure, it hurts. But... why not save it, give it to her later?"
Grinning-with his teeth gritted so that the smile looked like an evil rictus-he purposefully dismounted the bed and went into her little bathroom. There was no shower, only the tub Closing the door against the noise, he flushed the toilet-and squatted awkwardly, letting that cold water splash over his scarlet hard-on.
It soon went down, though his stomach felt knotted.
A little white box on the edge of the sink caught his eye. A prescription-and she had printed "TRANQ." on it in large letters. A careful woman, he realized, who made certain she kept her prescriptions straight. He popped one of the little pills from the box and using her toothbrush glass, washed it down.
I'll just be late tomorrow, he told himself. I'll call the moment I'm awake and tell 'em I'm at the bank. As for Rosalind... she can damned well have the day off!
When he returned to the bedroom, she had not moved. She lay in a posture of total abandon, one leg partway drawn up so that her violently colored cunt was lewdly displayed. The glowing face of her alarm clock told him that it was only ten of midnight. Smiling, he reset the alarm, then padded in to check the living room door and turn off the light.
Back in the bedroom, he eased onto the bed beside her, carefully drew a sheet and the bedspread up over both of them and lay flat and still on his back.
Keeping his hands off both Roz and his cock was not an easy task. He prevailed. And he began the semi-hypnotic process of putting himself to sleep by concentrating on a relaxation of each part of his body, beginning with his toes.
John Alston's own exertions in the wild session of screwing, coupled with the hour and her tranquilizer, came to his aid. He didn't get past the muscles of his stomach.