Chapter 2
It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when Ape finally pulled the Cadillac to a stop in front of the decaying old bungalow on Fountain Avenue in Hollywood. He knew Harry Rhodes would be upset at him being late, but his cock still tingled with obscene pleasure from the wild fucking he had given the girl, and he wouldn't have missed that for anything.
He got out of the car and carefully locked the doors, suspiciously glaring at a group of teenaged boys who were standing in front of a liquor store across the street. The young toughs were looking at his expensive car as if they couldn't wait for him to leave so they could steal it. The sight of the seedy liquor store made him remember that he was out of cognac, so he walked across the street and purchased a bottle. When he came back onto the street he stopped and pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket, peeling off four singles and handing them to the startled boy in the group of teenagers who looked like he might be the leader.
"Watch my car and make sure nobody rips me off, kid," he grunted, flexing the muscles of one arm for effect. "And don't you guys get no ideas either, or I'll cut your fucking balls off!"
Without waiting for the boy's reaction, he strolled back across the street and went up onto the porch of the bungalow. As he waited for someone to answer the doorbell he looked up and down the street cautiously, ready to try to fade into the side of the house if a black-and-white cruiser drove past. He knew this neighborhood well, knew that the police patrols were frequent because of the high incidence of burglaries, muggings, rapes, and other assorted crimes of violence against property and area residents. Once these houses and rundown apartment buildings had been the homes of the people in the lower fringes of the film industry-technicians, prop men, extras. But the studios had moved away, leaving only crime and decay behind.
Suddenly the door of the bungalow opened and a flaming-haired woman in her early forties looked out at him suspicously.
"You must be Ape," she said simply, unlocking the screen door. "Jesus, you do look like a fucking gorilla!"
Ape wasn't offended by her remarks. He grunted again and pulled the screen door open and pushed past her, sizing up the woman's huge breasts and long, showgirl legs. She was wearing only a thin cotton dress, and it exposed more than it revealed. He could see that her face bore the ravages of age and too much alcohol, but there was a pair of pure, raw animal sexiness about her that made Ape's cock start to twitch again.
"I'm Alma ... Alma Grande," she said, closing and locking the door behind Ape. "Harry and Monk are in the kitchen having a beer. Come on, I'll take you in."
She swung around and strolled through the living room and down a hallway toward the back of the house. Ape followed her, excited by the way her bouncing buttocks swayed and rolled erotically under the thin dress. From the back the woman looked like a teenager, and he wondered who in the house was fucking her. She looked like a real handful-a tigress whose cunt could tame almost any man.
The house was shabby and ill-furnished, and there were ashtrays full of stale butts and empty beer and whiskey bottles scattered around indiscriminately. Ape wrinkled his nose in disgust at the sights and aromas.
There were two men in their late thirties sitting at the kitchen table when Alma led him into the large room. The men looked up at Ape and smiled, then the taller of the two stood up and thrust out a meaty paw.
"Hey, man, what took you so long?" Harry Rhodes asked. "I thought you were going to be here at three?"
"I met a juicy young cunt up the coast," Ape shrugged, pulling out a chair and sitting down at the table. He laid the bottle of cognac in front of him and looked up at the red-haired woman. "Get me a glass, will you?"
"Get me and Monk another beer while you're at it, honey," Harry called out after her as she opened the cupboard and tried to find some clean glasses. Then, turning his attention back to Ape, Harry pointed at the third man. "Ape, this is Monk Harkins, the best fucking wheel-man in the business! He's going to be driving for me tomorrow."
Ape and Monk shook hands.
Both Harry Rhodes and Monk Harkins were fairly nondescript types. Anyone seeing them on the street would have taken them for anything but vicious and dangerous criminals. But Ape had known Harry personally for several years, and he knew that the tall man had no mercy. Monk was an unknown factor to Ape, but Harry had given him the best recommendation possible, and that was enough for Ape.
"What about the cunt?" Ape asked, indicating Alma Grande. "Who does she belong to?"
"She don't belong to no one!" Alma said angrily, coming back to the table and setting two beers and a glass on its littered surface. "I own this place, mister, and I don't take any shit from any of you creeps!"
"Hey, Alma, don't get nervous," Harry said soothingly, signaling Ape to keep still and not respond to the woman's taunts. "Hey, baby, why don't you leave us alone so we can talk? Here," he paused, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a thick wallet. He handed the woman two fifty dollar bills, "take this and go buy yourself a new outfit or something, we've got business to transact!"
The sexy female grabbed the two bills and held onto them tightly. Then, smiling sweetly, she leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek and left the kitchen, her magnificent ass-cheeks dancing up and down seductively.
"Alma's okay, Ape," Harry said when the woman had gone. "She used to be in show biz, a singer or dancer or something. I don't know what the deal is, but somebody in the mob up in Vegas sends her a regular check every month for something she did for them. She makes a little bread on the side by renting out rooms to guys like us."
Monk had been silent so far, but he now took a long swig from his beer and rolled his eyes at Ape lewdly.
"I've heard stories about that cunt that would make your hair stand on end!" he laughed. "The word is that she's a fucking nympho! Man, I'd like to get my cock into that little pussy!"
Ape had been having the same ideas, and he hoped that before this job was over he would have that chance. He poured out a half-glass of cognac and sipped it slowly, savoring the smooth and warm flavor of the expensive alcohol.
"Okay, men, let's talk," Harry said at last. "Here's the deal. I got the branch manager of a bank here in Hollywood all set up for a heist. It's a beautiful plan and nothing can go wrong. Ape, you keep the guy's wife company while I stroll into this guy's bank tomorrow afternoon about two o'clock. I've already made an appointment to see him then. When we sit down to talk I calmly tell him that his wife is being held by you, and that he's got five minutes to telephone her to check on my story and then to load seventy-five thousand bucks into my briefcase or his old lady will be killed. Then I take the money, stroll out to where Monk is waiting in the car, and we split. When we get back here we split up the money and take off for parts unknown!" He leaned back in his chair and took another drink of his beer. "How does that sound, Ape?"
"What about his wife?" Ape asked slowly. "Where does she live and what kind of arrangements have you got made for her?"
"Don't worry about a thing, man," Harry said with a smug smile. "They've got a pad up in the hills ... about three miles from here off Beachwood Drive. I already called her and told her I was a city building inspector. She's going to meet me at the house at one o'clock to check on some reported earthquake damage ... or at least she thinks she's going to meet me! Actually you'll show up. You hold her there until you get the telephone call that everything's okay, then you tie her up and leave! Is that beautiful or what?"
"Another thing, Harry," Ape said, ignoring Harry's delight at his own scheme. "Branch offices of banks don't carry no seventy-five G's in them. Most of these fucking little offices keep maybe twenty, twenty-five thousand at most. And that's locked up tight in the fucking vault!"
"Not the bank I've got in mind," Harry grinned. "This one is on the corner of Vermont and Santa Monica ... about four blocks from here." He waited for Ape to acknowledge his choice of banks. When the big ugly man said nothing, Harry groaned. "Hey, man, you been out of L.A. too long. The bank is right across the street from Children's Hospital ... and the day after tomorrow is payday for the hospital employees! They move in an extra hundred thousand tonight! Me and Monk are going up in a while to watch the money truck drop off the loot!"
Ape nodded. Everything seemed okay, but he had been on enough jobs where even the most perfect planning had gone wrong. And his job was the most difficult of all. He would have to hold a terrified woman against her will for almost an hour, risking all sorts of mishaps ... like nosey neighbors or unexpected visitors! Still, Ape could almost taste the twenty thousand or so dollars that would be his share of the take. And, since Harry Rhodes had never failed him before, there seemed little reason to mistrust the man's planning now.
"Why don't you take a drive up to see the cunt's house and the neighborhood while Monk and I drive over to the bank?" Harry said, anxious to have Ape's approval. "Don't take your own car ... there's a brown '72 Chevy parked down the street ... use that. I brought it in from Phoenix especially for this job. Here's the keys."
Ape took the set of keys that Harry threw at him. There were more questions to ask-many more questions! But they could wait until tonight, after he'd cased the neighborhood where the banker and his wife lived. He finished his drink and stood up, anxious to get out of the house and back into the sunshine.
Harry and Monk were finishing their drinks and still talking when Ape left the house and went outside to find the parked brown Chevy.
The youths who had been paid to watch his Cadillac were gone, he noted with amused bitterness.
"Fucking rip-off artists!" he muttered under his breath.
Alma Grande was sitting on the couch in the front room of the bungalow with a tall drink in her hand when Ape returned three hours later. A cheap radio sat on the coffee table in front of her, playing tinny music while Alma swung one long leg in rhythm to the song.
"Hello, honey," she said with a seductive smile, baring her perfect white teeth. "Get yourself a drink and come keep me company."
"Where's Harry?" Ape asked, noting that the red-haired woman was now dressed in an obscenely tight sweater that threatened to split apart from the tremendous weight of her voluptuous mounds. The mini-skirt she wore was equally tight, and it seemed to end at her hips, baring the woman's glistening pubic mound to Ape's appreciative eyes.
"He called to say he and Monk picked up a couple of broads," she grinned lewdly. "Said to tell you they'd be home about ten tonight."
She patted the space on the couch beside her.
"Come on, honey, don't be so fucking unfriendly. I'm not going to eat you up!"
As much as he was tempted to sit down beside her and grab a handful of tit and ass, Ape felt hot and dirty from all that he had done today. He decided to take a quick shower before trying to fuck the stunning redhead.
"I'm going to take a bath," he said with a grin. "Why don't you pour me a drink and I'll be with you before you know it!"
Without waiting for her answer, he went through the house and into the small bedroom that had been assigned to him. The room had an adjoining toilet and shower, and he stripped off his clothing quickly and stepped under the needle spray of scalding water, letting it sluice over his body and wash away the day's stains.
When he stepped out of the shower and dried his naked, muscular body a few minutes later he wasn't surprised to see Alma sitting on the narrow bed and waiting for him.
"Couldn't wait, huh?" he laughed, reveling in the way the gorgeous woman's eyes bugged out at the sight of his gigantic limp cock. She licked her lips nervously, running her pink tongue back and forth over her full, ripe lips that had been colored a deep scarlet. "Like it, honey?"
"Oh, yessssss...." she hissed involuntarily, never taking her eyes from his massive organ, taking in every detail of the thick shaft with the rope-like veins and the monstrous purple knobhead. "Jesus, no wonder they call you Ape! You've got the biggest prick I ever saw in my life, baby, and I've seen them all!"
Ape blushed with pride, throwing the damp towel aside and striding over toward the bed as she gasped again at the size and bulk of his tool. She was still wearing the tight sweater and mini-skirt, but she looked as if she wanted desperately to be rid of the restrict "I hear you're a real hot piece of ass, baby," he said lewdly, standing only inches from her, flexing his muscles, letting his cock ripple with wanton arousal. "Well, I'm just the fucking man for you! How about warming me up with a blow-job!"
"Anything you say, lover," she whispered, wondering what it would be like to have her mouth stuffed by the gigantic organ of the man more animal than human. She moved aside as he lay down on the bed and stretched his long, heavy body out for her.
She quickly jumped up and stripped off her clothing, wanting him to whistle with delight at the sight of her magnificent body as so many dozens of other men had done. She was glad that the lighting in the bedroom was dim so that he couldn't see the tiny lines around her eyes and mouth that had come with her fourth decade.
Then, kneeling over him, she began to plant feather-light kisses on his face and then down his neck and across the heavily haired chest. Her tongue flickered tantalizingly over his flesh, making lewd little circles as it passed, and she was rewarded by a quickening in his breathing, and the feel of his thick fingers caressing her back and shoulders, working down over the rich soft curves of her trembling buttocks and thighs until finally they sought her tingling cunt and his extended middle finger slipped up inside to massage her pink-hued inner flesh and finally her wildly throbbing clitoris. Her hand sought his cock and she realized with a shock that her fingers were not long enough to encircle it. She stroked it hungrily as she continued to lick his naked body and gently nipped at his nipples, making them rise hard to the touch of her tongue. She knew that he was aroused as she herself was, and she hoped that he wouldn't come too soon, before she had a chance to feel her cunt being torn apart by her monstrous orgasms.
"That's it, baby, work me over," he grunted.
Her mouth trailed slowly down over his belly and to the wiry fringe of pubic hair, around it and down along the length of his leg to the knee, and then up the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. She kissed from one thigh to the other, her wet tongue leaving every inch of him glistening and damp with her saliva, until she reached his scrotum. When her tongue licked across it, he opened his legs wide to give her easy reach of his flesh. With her hand, she slowly pumped the thickening rod of his cock as she drew first one and then the other of his swollen balls into her eager mouth, sucking gently on them until he was trembling in frantic anticipation.
Alma shifted her position until she was holding his rigidly throbbing prick before her like an ice-cream cone. Her sensually parted lips, wet and gleaming from her tongue, began to slide along it and she nipped lightly, making him gasp.
"Afraid I'm going to bite you?" she whispered with a soft, wanton chuckle. "Don't worry, Ape, I'm going to give you the best damned blow-job any woman ever gave a dude!"
From the pressure of his fingers on her swollen pussy lips, Alma wanted to swing around and straddle him, lowering her cunt over his mouth so he could taste her at the same time. But she sensed that the ugly man wasn't the kind who wanted to give his women any pleasure that way, so she just squeezed her legs together and hoped that the pressure of her creamy thighs rubbing against her swollen cunt would make her orgasm come. And she wanted to savor the huge rod of raw meat without having the distraction of anything being thrust up into her cunt at the same time.
Holding his thick rod of flesh by the base, she carefully peeled back the tender foreskin. The blood-swollen and purplish knob beckoned her, and for the first time she realized how huge it really was. She wasn't sure she could get her mouth open wide enough to take in this magnificent prick.
"Come on, bitch, suck it for me ... quit playing around!' Ape growled, making her aware of his frustration.
Thrilled by the way she was going to take all this huge throbbing thing in her mouth and make love to it, she raised her head and looked at him for a moment, then slid her tongue over her lips, wetting them as much as possible. She formed a soft, red oval, covering the ridges of her teeth. Then she kissed the tip of his cock and her tongue flicked up a drop of fluid from the dilated hole in the end of it. She held the immense shaft with two fingers and began to brush it back and forth over her softly parted lips, letting her tongue lick at it gently. Then she moved around to the sides and the sensitive under-ridge, licking wildly as Ape began to thrust up at her from the bed.
"Suck it, cunt, suck it for daddy!" he commanded.
She opened her mouth wide and tried to engulf his lust-swollen cock, but there was just too much no matter how she worked her head around it. It was like trying to swallow a grapefruit. Finally, almost out of her mind with frustration, she raised up.
"It's too big, honey," she groaned. "I can't get it in my mouth!"
"For chrissakes, kneel down between my legs!"
She did as he ordered, not letting go of her tight grip on his cock. She bent over and began to lick his massive cock and try to get it into her mouth again. She felt his rough hands come down to her head and tangle in her flaming red hair. She made her jaw go lax even as she was working her lips wildly over his thickly swollen knob. Then her head dipped and he held it tight, thrusting his pelvis up from the bed.
Alma thought she felt something crack in her jaws, but suddenly he was in her mouth, filling it even as she sucked and worked her head around to absorb more of it. She felt a moment of panic, thinking she was surely going to choke, but now it was better. Her tongue was working around the immense blood-filled shaft, wetting it so that with each swiveling and bobbing of her head, she was taking more of him until the velvet tip was pressing against the back of her throat. She paused a moment until the instinct to gag was passed.
Ape relaxed his grip on her head and she found she was able to breathe through her nose. That was the only way. He filled her lips so tightly that with every movement of her head, they had to stretch to accommodate the pulsing mass of male-meat. Saliva was running down into her mouth and she half-choked on it. Then, forcing her jaws to relax, she found she could begin a steady bobbing, sucking, tongue-swirling rhythm as her free hand squeezed his tightening balls.
"Jeeze, baby, you're the only broad who's ever gotten that much of my cock into her mouth!" he grinned with genuine admiration for the flaming-haired female. "Now suck it, kid, suck my prick!"
She bent to her task eagerly, wanting to bring him to completion, yet wanting him to stay between her hungrily licking lips for as long as possible. The hardness, the heat, the urgency she felt with her lips and tongue were bringing her to an orgasm of her own. She rose higher and began experimenting with just how far she could drive her hotly yearning mouth up and down this pillar of scalding male cock-flesh. She began to perspire from her exertions, wondering how many other cocks she had sucked-it must have been hundreds, she thought erotically! But none of them had been like this monstrous pole of meat! She chewed on it like a dog chews on a bone, scraping her even white teeth over the rough ridges and hearing him gasp with appreciation.
Alma wanted to swallow him all the way, to prove to him that she was the only woman in the world who could take so much of his meat and survive! She buried her nose in the wiry pubic hair which surrounded his balls, trying to force more of him into her warm, wet cavern. But she suddenly realized that it was too much for her, that she could never absorb it all.
She lost track of how long she greedily sucked and worked over his huge prick, ravenously driving her head up and down the throbbing pole. Finally, her jaws aching with pain, she knew he was about to reach the breaking point. His hands were tangling tighter in her hair and his hips were jerking wildly up at her with each downward plunge of her hotly sucking mouth and lips.
Then he began grunting lewdly and she knew it was almost over.
His strong hands were gripping her head tightly and, instead of lying on the bed and letting her do all the work, he was screwing up deep into her mouth, so deep that the head of his pistoning cock was ramming wildly against her tonsils and he was making harsh, moaning sounds of wanton joy.
Then his cock suddenly lurched up bigger and longer; there was a bunching of the huge muscle between her gulping lips and he began to spurt his hot, thick come deep into her mouth. It seemed like each jetting surge alone was enough to fill it, and she almost choked trying to swallow all of it, in a hurry to make room for the blobs of sticky juice to come after it. Her lips compressed tightly around his thickly jerking shaft, drawing deeply on it, and she swung her head from side to side to increase the sensation for him as her tongue swirled and lashed frantically at his exploding knob.
As the white-hot male come cascaded down her tender throat, Alma felt the insane tingling up between her legs suddenly increase, and she joined him in the frantic coming. Quickly she jabbed two fingers up into her nakedly spasming cunt to hasten her desperate contractions deep within her wildly churning belly.
Unable to cry out with the throat-filling load of his cock pressed tightly in between her lips, she groaned and whined around its bulk as the unbearable thrills of her orgasm wracked her slender body.
It seemed to Alma that Ape would never stop coming, but eventually the spurts became smaller and less powerful. She continued to suck and lick and work more and more of him into her hungering mouth until finally, as he began to groan from the agony, she was able to accomplish her goal of getting his entire prick between her wanton lips at once while she deftly massaged his spent balls. She knelt over him for a long time, until there was absolutely no more of his precious juice and his cock was going limp rapidly despite her continued fervent tonguings.
She was weak when he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed her aside.
"Jeeze, baby, that was something!" he murmured in a horase voice.
Ape rolled off the bed and got to his feet and went into the bathroom. When he returned, Alma was stretched out where he had been, her long lovely legs spreadeagled, her moistly quivering cunt open and exposed to his eager eyes.
"Well, what about it, lover?" she asked lewdly. "Are you going to give me sl little pleasure now?"
In two long strides he was across the room, flinging himself on her naked body. She wrapped her legs high up around his back, pressing her warmly pulsing cunt hard up against him and moaning feverishly as his mouth and tongue worked over her neck and shoulders. He could see the two huge, milk-white mounds of her breasts tipped with brownish nipples and, with an animal-like groan, he buried his head between them, licking the light film of salty-tasting sweat that had gathered there, then seizing first one and then the other berry-like tip between his lips and teeth and sucking and biting the rubbery hardness.
"Oh, that's it, lover, that's the way I like it, ooohhh!" she squeaaled as he sucked and fondled her roundly swaying tits. "Shove your fingers up my cunt, baby," she groaned. "Ooohhh, Christ, I want to come again!"
Ape slipped his hand down between her widely splayed legs and slid two meaty fingers up into her wetly throbbing cunt, while with a third finger he teased the fleshy bud of her hotly swollen clitoris, pressing it around in lewd little circles until the redhead groaned with pleasure and wriggled down against his obscenely probing hand. At the same time, her fingers closed tightly around his now rock-hard shaft.
"Oh, baby," she cried out excitedly, running her hand over the wetly glistening surface down to the pulsing, hammer-like head, "it's hard again, lover! Oh, hurry, I want it now ... NOWWW!"
Her lewd words, combined with the excruciatingly pleasurable sensations she was giving his huge cock, made Ape feel as if he were going to fuck for the first time today. Trembling and flushed with his hot arousal, he withdrew his fingers from her moistly contracting cuntal depths and climbed up from the bed.
"Where the hell are you going?" Alma screamed up at him, grabbing his enormous cock with both hands and holding on for dear life.
"I thought you might like to try screwing a different way," he shrugged, trying to contain his lewd excitement. "Did you ever fuck standing up?"
He thrust his pelvis forward as she smiled wantonly and nodded. Then, her fingers stretching back the protective foreskin, she began slowly massaging his lust-engorged cock in long, rhythmic strokes as she pulled herself slowly off the bed.
Still skillfully manipulating his lewdly excited organ, subtly increasing the tempo of her hands until he began to groan thickly again, she stood up, backing into the nearby dresser, bracing herself against it, spreading her legs wide apart.
"Jesus, I'm going to go nuts if you don't shove this thing up into my cunt!" she. gasped finally, letting her fingers slide off his mammoth organ.
Ape needed no further urging.
Positioning himself between the smoothly sculpted columns of her widespread thighs, he bent his knees slightly and, bracing himself against the dresser with one hand, used the other to guide his massive rod of male hardness up to the cushioned entrance to her softly pulsing cuntal slit. Pressing forward slightly, he felt his bulbous cock-head slide easily up inside her and felt the softness of her pussy throbbing close wetly around it.
Alma wriggled her hips in a lewd circular motion, sucking his rigidly hard shaft up inside her little by little, each delicious sensation sending hot thrills of mounting sexual urgency searing through her loins. Finally it was all the way in, and he could feel the tender and cushiony hardness of her cervix pressing against the tip of his cock.
"Fuck me ... screw me ... slam that fucking prick into meee, baby!" she commanded in a harsh voice that was dripping with lewd desire.
Slowly he drew back, then plunged swiftly forward again. Alma yelped as his cock rammed hard up inside her, and she tightened her cuntal muscles against it, forcing it into even greater hardness.
Shifting his position slightly, Ape slipped his hands in back of her and seized the fleshy half-moons of her ass-cheeks, squeezing and kneading them and pulling her tighter up against him. Now he began to fuck her in earnest, slicing into her with long slamming strokes. With each savage blow, Alma arched her body to receive him, opening her thighs even farther to take him in completely.
"Oh yessssss!" she screamed. "Do it like that! Harder! Harderrr! Give me everything you've got!"
He grinned triumphantly and complied with her sex-crazed desire. Then his grin broadened as she seized one of his hands with her own and began guiding it to the deep crevice between her roundly dancing buttocks.
"Stick your finger up my asshole!" she whispered hotly, blowing warm currents of heated air against his ear. "I love it when both holes are being plugged at once!"
Ape was too experienced at the lewd and wanton way women acted when he fucked them to be surprised at this new request. His brain reeling with delight at the lusty piece of hotly writhing cunt pressing tightly around his cock, he searched the deep furrow of her anal crevice until his fingers found the tightly puckered ring of her asshole.
"Any way you want it, bitch!" he chuckled to himself. Then, aloud, he said to her, "Sure you don't want my cock in your ass?"
"You'd kill a woman with that fucking thing, you sweet ugly bastard you!" she wailed, reaching around with her own hands to stretch her buttocks wide so that he didn't have to break the obscene rhythm of his lustily pistoning cock-strokes in order to keep his balance. For a moment he probed teasingly around her pulsating anal entrance, taunting her and refusing to enter. "Damn you, stick your fingers in me!" she commanded.
He could feel her whole body tensed with excitement, and she thrust her roundly flaring hips backwards, as though she were physically begging him to slide his playful finger lewdly up inside her bum-hole. Finally he gave her her wish, and jammed his middle finger up to the first knuckle in her anus.
"OOOHHH JESUS, YESSSSSS!" Alma moaned as a burning sensation of pleasure-pain shot searingly throughout her doubly-speared loins. "OOOHHHHHH! FUCK MEEEEEE!"
He thrust his finger up again, this time to the second knuckle, as Alma continued to wail and scream helplessly in agony and excitement, digging her scarlet fingernails into the huge muscles of Ape's shoulders and back. In spite of the pain, she screwed her buttocks back on his finger, drawing it all the way up inside her warm and rubbery rectum. He could feel his own cock through the thin membrane of skin that separated the twin passages, and he began sliding his finger in and out of her clenching rectal sheath with the same rhythm as that of his rigidly driving prick.
Pinioned against the hard edge of the dresser, the red-head mewled and moaned as the twin shafts plunged in and out of her, in and out at an ever increasing speed. She writhed and squirmed furiously, loving the burning pain that coursed deliciously through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the moment when she would explode in tumultuous, mind-shattering release.
Ape knew, too, that he was fast approaching the moment when he could no longer hold back the eruption of his scalding seed, already churning and throbbing in his lust-tightened balls. He fought it as long as he could. Then, just as he felt he could contain himself no longer, Alma began to gyrate wildly against him, sucking his lewdly probing cock and finger even deeper up inside her.
"I'm c-c-coming!" she moaned, rolling her eyes wildly around in her lust-contorted face. "Oh, shit! It's too quick!"
"Here it comes, bitch!" Ape grunted, pounding furiously into her, his own orgasm only seconds behind her. "Aaahhhhhh!" he cried out, throwing his head back as the first jets of hot milky come squirted out of his prick and up into her nakedly quivering loins in a seemingly unending stream of violent release.
Her eyes were rolling uncontrollably now as her climax thundered through her with the force of an earthquake. Suddenly she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his torso, pulling one long, lovely leg up and wrapping it around his exploding body. Then, holding him tightly, she slowly raised her other leg and hooked it around his waist until she was resting her smoothly churning buttocks on the top of the dresser.
She pumped forward, not wanting to let his huge prick ever slip out of her burning, spasming cunt. This was the most intense and pleasurable orgasm she had ever had in her entire life and it was blowing her mind apart as well as her body.
"Oh, Christ, harder ... fuck me harder!" she begged, rubbing her flattened nipples against Ape's hairy chest and sending new and additional sensations of rapture shooting through her.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, their passions ebbed, leaving them both warmly satisfied. Ape pulled away, resting his hands on the edge of the dresser on either side of the still squirming woman, breathing heavily, his face lined with exhaustion.
"Baby, you can ream out this cunt of mine anytime ... anytime at all!" Alma giggled, sorry to see his massive prick begin to deflate. "Where in the hell have you been all my life?"
Ape grinned as he always did after such a compliment, one of many he received from the well-fucked females he always left satisfied.
"I need a drink," he murmured, looking over his shoulder at the bottle of cognac that Alma had placed on the small bedside table. "I need a drink real bad!"
Leaving the gorgeous redhead sitting on the dresser, he walked quickly over and tipped the bottle up to his mouth and drank deeply.
Alma watched him gulp down the expensive liquor, then got down from the dresser and walked over to stand beside him She gazed lovingly down at his prick, noting the fact that, even in repose, it was larger than most men's cocks.
She let her fingers touch the heated flesh.
"How long before you'll be ready to go again?" she asked wantonly, rubbing her swollen breasts against his hairy chest.
Ape laughed obscenely, looking down at his cock.
It was obvious from the way his thick shaft was hardening that she had her answer!