Chapter 12

Feathery wisps of cool night air tingled in through the open windows of Tom Bailey's hut as he stood up to peek out the window and check the angle of the sun. His cock was still miraculously firm after all the places he'd put it in the past two hours. Through the filigree of over-hanging plants, he could make out the silhouetted outline of Bu Manchu's boat and his two bodyguards, sitting parrot-like . . . waiting. There would be time enough to deal with Manchu. Right now, he still had a few minutes left for Shirlee.

"Thomas. . . ?" she called to him and he saw in his amazement that the crazy blonde English girl still needed it. He scratched his head in perplexity as he crawled down on the floor with her, wondering what he could possibly do that he had not already done. The girl glistened with perspiration and the juices of a half-dozen orgasms which she had enjoyed, and she grunted with simple animal pleasure as he crushed her against his chest. She kissed him, and then surprisingly turned her back on him so that they were snuggled like two spoons.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, his well used cock beginning to throb with fresh excitement as he understood what she was now offering him. Shirlee nodded.

Bailey stroked the firm rounded warmness of her flanks with his fingers, carefully spreading apart the quivering half moons of her ass cheeks. The girl was trembling from head to toe now, and then the man realized that he had better do what needed to be done before she changed her mind. Her tiny rounded anus flexed and pulsated in response as he stroked it, and he deliberately inserted his index finger as far as the first knuckle . . .

"Ohhhhh," she crooned.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Yes, but I like it that way," she confessed in a heated flush. "Go ahead."

He went ahead, stretching the fragile membrane as she sighed with pleasure-pain, screwing back against his finger with her buttocks gyrating. The man began fucking her with his hand, sliding his index finger rapidly in and out of the wetly clasping hole of her anus, trying to get her properly warmed up. But she wanted his penis, not fingers, and with amazement, he felt her hand close around his massively swollen genital organ, tugging him toward her waiting rectum. Bailey was not entirely sure it could be done, because the tiny opening of her dark red anus looked so pathetically small and the bulging scarlet tip of his cockhead so impossibly huge, but the choice was hers. Slowly, he ran the tip of his lust thickened penis up and down the wetly quivering crevice of her blonde little cunt, knowing that it would be easier if she were wild with excitement. She groaned a little and he shifted his attention to the soft flesh of her anal furrow. Licentiously, she ground her buttocks back against the hotly throbbing hardness, begging to be hurt, to be impaled. Her tiny anus was dilating, expanding before his eyes until he could see the soft pink inner flesh. Suddenly the urge to fuck her there became painful.

Shirlee gasped as he entered her, but she stifled a cry, not wanting him to know how much it hurt, because she knew that he could never understand how badly she needed him there. She had to be able to take it! Being fucked like this, being violated in the ass by a man she loved was the only way she could cleanse herself from what the black belt bodyguard had done to her on the river's shore. With a loud plop, his penis broke through the elastic ring of her anus. He was inside of her and he was enormous. . . as big as Manchu, or bigger. The pain was still there but her need overpowered it and she ground back against him fiercely, driving his mammoth cock deep into the painfully quivering depths of her rectum, deliberately skewering herself on his hardness.

"Tom . . ." she gasped. "Quick . . . all the way!"

The man surged forward obediently, his cock tearing into the sorely stretched anal flesh of her back passage. His balls slapped obscenely against the emptiness of her gaping cunt, but it made no difference now . . . God, he was hard and long and she was loving every hotly pulsating inch of him. She flexed her rectal muscles, trying to signal to him that everything was all right, that she could take this and more!

Bailey looked down between his tensed muscular body and the softly quaking cheeks of Shirlee's hopelessly violated anus and realized in a flash that she had chosen what was right for both of them. Tonight, there would be violence and killing. He would be back at war and he needed this to ready himself. The conventional kind of loving would have softened him up, but this was making him hard. He flexed his wildly throbbing penis, hearing her sob with joy as his shaft grew longer and harder up inside her rectum.

"Oh God, yes, fuck me like that!" Shirlee was babbling in a weird combination of lust and agony, feeling his wonderfully pulsating instrument jerking and plundering its way deeper and deeper into her widely stretched anus. They began to fuck each other hard, violently, the man stabbing forward with all his might and the woman answering each thrust with a counter-thrust of her ass cheeks. His fingers bit cruelly into her tender flesh of her flanks as he rammed himself home, time and time again, skewering her like a jackhammer. Bailey could feel the cum building inside of her, growing like a thing with a life all of its own, so powerful that he was almost afraid of it. Shirlee had lost total control of her body now, and she was fucking back against him urgently as he drove his thick pole of flesh into the soft buttery depths of her rectum, gasping with the obscene pleasure they were giving each other.

"OOOOOHHHHH . . . YES! PLEASE!!" she screamed when her climax hit, feeling as though her clitoris was on fire. Her nakedly convulsing body spasmed out of control, and she knew in an instant that she was taking him with her, making him cum as well because of the terrible pressure her inflamed inner passage was exerting upon his penis.

"Oh . . . Shirlee . . ." he grunted, feeling the long pent-up sperm gushing out of him once more as he rammed his wildly ejaculating rod all the way home up into her rippling rectal passage.

The last rays of sunshine were filtering through the plush Burmese growth as they slowly disengaged, the man's wetly deflated cock slipping with a lewd sucking sound from her forever-stretched opening.

"I did that for both of us," she whispered. "Do you feel strong now?"

"Strong enough to kill Manchu," he breathed and got up, slipped into his pants and snuck out of the hut.