Chapter 3
"What is this place?" Loretta asked as Jerry Doan led her into the huge Forest City Motel. "It doesn't look like a restaurant to me."
She was already tight and apprehensive, but he smiled and said, "The motel has one of the finest restaurants in Forest City. The company maintains a suite of rooms here, and it may be necessary for you to meet with the attornies of clients from time to time in order to straighten out claims. In fact, we would insist on it. This would be the place to meet with them-on our ground, so to speak. It will keep them slightly off-balance."
Loretta-shrugged. She knew, from college training, that after checking out a claim, the adjuster often had to meet with an insured's attorney. It made sense to meet on some ground familiar to the insurance company but not familiar to the attorney.
Still wary, she allowed herself to be led to the second floor of the motel to the waiting suite of rooms behind the pink doors. Inside, the place was furnished luxuriously, and a table had been set up in the middle of the room with a tablecloth and cutlery and dishes. When Jerry pulled her seat out, she sat, allowing him to push it in, then he sat across from her, and he began talking about various aspects of the business as a man materialized out of nowhere with a serving cart and proceeded to serve lunch. Throughout lunch the two of them discussed business, and they talked about how the public, in general, was always out to rip-off the insurance company wherever possible, not realizing all they were doing was hurting themselves since, in the long run, they had to pay higher premiums.
"I think you might work out very well," Jerry said to her, once lunch was finished and they were working on the chilled bottle of after-dinner wine. "What I have in mind is more than merely claims-adjusting. It's an idea I've been toying with for some time, and I think you might be just right to initiate it. I'll explain in greater detail a little later on."
He poured her more wine, and Loretta, by now relaxed, certain she at last had a job, drank. In fact, she finished almost a whole bottle by herself, not noticing Jerry took one sip for every glass she swallowed. He was carefully probing, and she, more than a little tipsy, was slowly opening up about herself, letting him know why she felt as she did and why she hated men, eventually telling everything.
"I can understand how you feel," he told her. "However, though you claim to be non-religious, your entire attitude is that of a religious prude. Simply because a man of religion was the one who attacked you is no reason to be so stiff-necked. After all, you did admit to enjoying it."
She realized then that she had confessed just about everything to the man, including how much she had savored her orgasm. Loretta blushed, feeling somewhat ashamed, saying, "I talk too much."
"Not at all," he said, standing, and she stood with him. "You've closed your mind to the enjoyment you've had while remembering only the pain. Surely you realize the pain is gone forever. In the removal of your maidenhead your thoughtless stepfather also removed the only real vestiges of pain you will ever know. The time has come for you to open your mind to life's pleasures."
Somehow the table and chairs had disappeared and they were standing near one another in the center of the room. She handed him her empty glass and he put it on a coffee table as she said, "I'm afraid it's going to take some time for me to adjust. But I shouldn't burden you with my personal problems," she told him. "I'm certain you have work to do. A man like you must always be busy and I'm detaining you."
He put a hand on her arm and drew her toward him, bending his head to her, saying, 'There's always time to help straighten out an employee."
"Then I have the job?" she asked, looking into his brown eyes, noting their clarity.
"You have the job as an adjuster, if you want it," he assured her. "But it will entail more than merely checkong on claims."
"Oh I want it," she nodded. "I'll do anything...."
Suddenly it occurred to her that what she was saying was coming out wrong. What she had meant was she would do anything the job itself required, but she sounded as if she were willing to do anything to get the job.
"I'm glad to hear you say that," Jerry smiled.
He grabbed her at that moment, enclosing her in the parenthesis of his arms, closing her in an unbreakable lock.
Taken totally unawares, Loretta cried out an involuntary, "Unh!" before his mouth closed over hers in a strong and tender kiss. She did her best to pull away. No man had done anything like this to her in the past eight years, not since Reverend Frank had attacked her. This was wrong, all wrong. She had said the wrong thing, and now the man was under the impression he'd be able to do anything he wanted with her. Her head was spinning with all the wine she had swallowed, but she knew she didn't want this man doing "things" to her. She had fended men off for so long, it would be wrong to give in, now.
Jerry held her fast, his mouth locked solidly against hers, his arms gripping her tightly. With her small hands she began vainly pushing at his shoulders. The man didn't seem to notice.
The head of the claims adjustment department held the wriggling woman and refused to let go, knowing from past experience with women she would stop struggling very shortly. He had encountered these repressed types before. All they needed was a little quality loving to bring them around. Her slender body was as soft as he knew it would be. He enjoyed the feeling of those large breasts swelling against his own chest. Even through his shirt and her blouse he felt the weight of them, and it was all so delicious. He sensed the thickness of her nipples, quiescent though they were, and he imagined how long they would be once he had his mouth around them. He'd have her naked very shortly.
Loretta struggled fiercely, pushing hard against the man's firm shoulders, but it was like pushing a rock. She was aware of his muscular forearm reaching behind her, grabbing her two arms and clamppng them to her sides in an almost brutal grip while his free hand found the swells of her heaving breasts. He allowed the hand to flutter gently over her mounds, caressing them as if holding a delicate, fluttering bird. Her heavy breathing was coming even faster and in rasps through her nose. She was able to smell the clean scent of his after-shave while still struggling. But it was all to no avail as he held her as easily as if she were a small child. Against her will she felt her breast fitting into the rounded shape of his hand, almost snuggling there, and her nipple slowly filled with blood, enlarging as it hadn't done for so long. She writhed as his palm massaged it, making the entire mammary enlarge and harden.
No ... no ... she was crying out in her own head, and then she realized no matter how she struggled it would be useless. If this man was intent on raping her, he would do just that. She had been foolish enough to allow herself to be led into this trap. There was nothing she would be able to do about it. He was certainly far too strong for her, physically. She went totally limp in his arms hoping he would take pity on her. After all, he hadn't seemed at all like Reverend Frank. He had seemed so business-like. But then she remembered, all men were basically rotten.
Now that's much better, Jerry thought, enjoying her going limp in the cradle of his arm. Her breasts continued swelling as his palm fluttered over them in turn with the nipples turgid and stiffening to a length and thickness almost equalling the size of the last digit on his pinky.
He forced his tongue between her even white teeth, letting it probe deeply into her mouth. God! She tasted of the wine. A man would easily be able to get drunk on a woman like this. She wasn't some ordinary kind of quiff. Hell, no! This was a special woman. Though she didn't know it, she had a naturalness about her that would make her just right for the job Jerry had in mind. She would be an adjuster, all right, but not the way she thought. She had been right about people always trying to rip-off insurance companies, and using her, he was going to prevent these rip-offs.
He tugged at the jacket on her shoulders and slipped it from her, then began yanking the yellow blouse from inside her green skirt. He was already vis-ualizng the sight of her naked breasts in his mind's eye, and now he was impatient to continue. Her two arms were once again pinned to her sides by the steel band that was his left arm. She remained limp, and he knew he would have to get her heated up before he continued. That, from what she had told him, was her former rapist's mistake. Reverend Frank had fucked her to orgasm, but he had caused her pain without passion, first. Now he, Jerry, intended making her feel passion without pain. When he finally did release her he wanted her agreeing to everything and no longer struggling. He would have a tough time explaining scratches on his face, which was what she would do if she continued fighting him. Jesus! She was a skinny thing, but wild, really wild! God! This was the kind of woman he would have loved to have as his mistress. Maybe, eventually, he would do just that, after he used her for insurance company purposes. He knew she was quality ass, and only the crassest men would not recognize the fact. He had no intention of using her on crass men. For them, there was plenty of ordinary cunt around.
The helpless woman's brain was now a sparrow's nest of little bits and pieces as she thought back on the last eight years. Her thoughts mixed with uncertainty as she began wondering for the first time whether it was the sex act she actually hated or if it was the reverend, himself.
She held her breath as the handsome, tan-fleshed man pulled her blouse from inside her skirt and .his long-fingered hand touched the tender, naked skin of her waist, slowly sliding up behind her to undo her brassiere. How he managed to pull the bra off before removing her blouse was something of a mystery to Loretta, but he did it, and then his hand moved to claim her swollen, naked breasts. It was an alien hand to be sure, but unlike that of Reverend Frank it spoke a body language her mammaries seemingly understood, making them respond in spite of the knowledge that it was all wrong. Not that it was wrong because of religious reasons. It was wrong because her body was once again being violated initially against her will.
Loretta was aware of more blood rushing through her nipple, pulsating in radiating waves, waves that reached to her toes and to her scalp all at once. The lovely woman realized something new and different was happening to her. He was making her want what he intended doing to her. Soon she would be at that crucial point of no-return. She had to stop him now, or it would be too late. With an overpowering effort she was unaware she had within her she tore her mouth from that of the man.
"No ... oh ... no ... please ... don't!" she coughingly gasped.
His hand came up to grasp her jaw. How his dark-brown eyes were mere inches from hers and they spoke more of the language his hand had spoken to her breasts. She not only understood, but found she was responding to him without wanting to.
"Be still, lovely lady," he murmured to her, his voice strong and at the same time calming.
Loretta stared back at him, captived, totally afraid for the moment, yet inwardly tingling with a thrilled excitement as she ached to play this out. His wide, generous mouth began softly kissing her lovely face, moving down to her curving throat.
"Ohhhhh ... hhhuuunnnhhh ... please ... Mr. Doan...." she gasped, a thrilling lassitude continuing to wash through her, turning her bones to yielding rubber.
That was when Loretta became aware of the moisture between her thighs, soaking her panties. The last time she had been so wet down there had been when Reverend Frank had finally put his fingers into her. But here she was, responding without being touched there ... yet. She realized how much she was being aroused by this man.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he explained to her. "I'm going to wipe the hurt from you once and for all, leaving you only with thoughts of pleasure."
He slid the tip of his tongue down over her throat while the palm of his hand continued roving over her two naked breasts, feeling them involuntarily quiver. He was aware of her breath quickening as his mouth continued kissing its way across the loveliness of her beautiful face. A woman like this didn't come along very often, and he would have to be a fool to let her get away. One thing Jerry Doan wasn't, was a fool.
Her big beautiful breasts rose like mountains from her narrow ribcage. They were heaving tremulously, still swelling, the nipples thick and long, turning from soft brown to a deep reddish brown. They were little stiffened fingers of desire.
Jerry felt his own interior furnace blistering away with a brightly blzing flame, his thick cock as stiff as a lead bar as it hammered away, pulse-like inside the tight prison of his pants.
"AAaaaaaannnn ... hhhhhhuuuuuuunnnnnnnnh-hh oooooooohhhhhh!" she gasped as he slipped the blouse from her and lowered his mouth to let it close damply around the outstanding nipple. His tongue washed circles around the soft brown areola, swirling over the quivering nub repeatedly. Her eyes were tightly shut now to hold out everything other than the feeling of the hot, wet mouth working so assiduously on her breast, his hand holding it straight up, making it resemble a chalice from which he was drinking. It was if some life-giving elixir was pouring from her nipple like rum from a spigot, filling the greedy interior of his hungrily voracious mouth. Her hand moved feebly, her arm still imprisoned, but Jerry knew it was all right to ease his hold on her now. She was a prisoner of her own responding body, a far better jailer than his arms. With the release of her arms her hand reached up and her fingers weaved their way through the man's hair, urging his head even closer to her aching breast, mashing his face against her.
"Oooooohhhh ... hhhhhhuuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhh-hh!" she moaned as his sharpedged teeth bit gently into one white-hot, stone-solid pebble of a nipple.
Jerry felt her spine stiffen and arch, her head thrown all the way back in pleasure. He knew from his hiding place at the fount of her breasts, without bothering to look up, that the lovely woman's eyes were tightly closed and that her blind face was pointed toward the ceiling in supplication for more. More he had lots to offer.
He moved slowly now, not wanting to spook her now that he had her going. No use ruining things. His hands found a short zipper at the back of her skirt and he unzipped it. Very reluctantly he pulled his mouth from the fullness of her lovely breasts to let her skirt fall down around her slender ankles.
Loretta opened her eyes and looked down at him. Her large, staring eyes were glazed because of the heat he was administering.
"Come over here, you wonderful woman," he whispered, catching her as she all but fell against him, kissing her that much further into a trance. He explored the soft, tender membranes of her lovely mouth, touching the sharp edges of her tiny white teeth, then he plunged the full length of his tongue into her mouth as if fucking her there with it. She received his oral organ with more eagerness than she had anticipated, sucking the tongue greedily and breathing heavily through her inflamed nostrils. He was already aware of the raging need in his penis, but he was intent on keeping it under control for the time being. The longer he took, the better it would be.
His hands were massaging her hips now, working her elastic-banded half slip down as he continued fucking her lovely mouth in a long soul-kiss. He slid his fingers under the elastic, touching the bare flesh of her hips, feeling her tremble, and he realized she wanted him to continue. He was aware that she wasn't wearing stockings, but pantyhose attached to her panties. Underalls!
Stepping back for the moment, he took his fill of looking at her lovely body, so white, so adorable. She was slender, with fragile arms arid softly rounded shoulders that led his eyes down to the swollen masses of globular flesh that were her thrusting breasts-breasts tipped with the rich reddish-brown of large areolae and thick nipples. Those large, swollen breasts were supported on the narrow white column of her ribcage, a cage seemingly too fragile to support their great weight. The ribs narrowed even more as they moved down to her tiny waist, a waist he was almost able to span with his long-fingered hands. Her hips swelled out very gradually in a divenly restrained curve that moved in a single long sweep down her thighs to her calves. He was already able to see the dark patch of her pubic hairs inside her panties, and his mouth hungrily watered. God! He wanted to eat her, eat his fill.
He lowered her to the nearby sofa, and Loretta lay perfectly still, hypnotized, no longer merely resigned, watching the man remove his suit jacket and fling it to the side, his eyes washing over her slender form as a tongue. Without her volition her thighs were already stretching like those of a tawny tabby and her breath was coming in quickened shudders. This time the inner voice wasn't talking sin but was urging her on to further indiscretions, telling her her body ached to feel that good feeling that had been "forced" on her before. The last time it had been with a detestable man. This time it would at least be with a man she might enjoy.
But the old voice, the one that had wanred her many years earlier, now suddenly surfaced. It called her all kinds of reviling names, telling her she was a slut, a whore, a bitch. But that was the biblical voice, the voice she had stopped believing in, and it was just as well. She didn't feel like any kind of slut. On the contrary, she felt absolutely delightful, very beautiful in fact, feeling extremely voluptuous, which, in spite of her large breasts, she really wasn't. God! She felt so tender and good all over beneath the expert touch of the man caressing her. At the moment she felt exaltyed and thrilled, drawn to an awesome experience she now knew she had to have at all costs.
Jerry saw her large brown eyes widen with stunned amazement as he slowly removed his shirt, revealing a powerful, almost hairless chest with swollen pectorals that seemingly glistened. Then he tugged at the buckle on the new leather belt he was wearing and undid his pants, stepping out of them. He also removed his undershorts. Instead of skinny legs like Frank's, the man had almost herculean thighs with bulging muscles, but the muscle that instantly grabbed her attention was the one between his thighs. It was an immense phallus, even bigger and thicker than the one that had initially penetrated her. She stared at its gigantic size and shape with unbelieving eyes, looking at the rich purple of the head, not missing the vein-laced bole or the heavy clump of dark curls surrounding the base. In the middle of the large, circumcised head was a sightless eye that was already weeping tears of sticky joy. For an instant she was terrified by such monumental length, but she remembered how her body had stretched to accommodate the organ attached to Reverend Frank, and she was certain she would just as easily be able to handle this man.
Jerry smiled to himself. He knew he was hung larger than most men. But once a woman was divided by his cock, she begged to be sliced again and again.
Loretta was unable to tear her eyes from the solidly masculine body of this powerful man who moved with such total assurance as he shucked the last of his clothing. He was that rarity, a man who looked even more enormous naked than he did clothed. He had such huge shoulders, such powerful arms, and a chest bulging with muscle. His belly was as flat and as hard as a ballet dancer's, and his powerful thighs all but bursting with lines of muscle. Ah, but it was that massive organ standing out from between those thighs that now had her fully entranced. A moment earlier she was certain she'd be able to handle it. Now she wondered if it mightn't cut her right in two.
He knelt by the sofa and picked her up, carrying her into the next room, a bedroom. There, he put her down on a bed with the covers already pulled back, kneeling beside her, never taking his eyes from her, not even for an instant. She, in turn, watched him, as fascinated as a sparrow might be by a cobra. His hands spanned her slender waist easily now as he bent his dark head to kiss her nipples, each in turn. He eased the elasticized waistband down with his fingers, stripping the under-alls all the way down her belly, her hips, off her thighs and calves, and away from her feet in a single practiced motion.
"The moment I saw you I knew you were special," he told her. "But I never expected...." His eyes finished the sentence as he took in the strangely long, perfectly shaped thighs and calves attached to this beauty. The silky brown triangle at the juncture of her thighs, covering her lovely mount of Venus and the flatness of her stomach had him agog with delight. It was easy to understand why the world was filled with paintings and statues of naked women. There was nothing more delightful than the naked female body, especially a beautiful naked body such as this one-naked breasts, naked pussy, all designed for the delights only a man was capable of bringing to a woman.
He got to his feet then, and Loretta felt those massively powerful arms catch her under the knees and back. He lifted the length of her once more and moved her to the middle of the bed. Then he was hurriedly beside her, gathering her slenderly supple, big-breasted form to him so that her entire feminine self was pressed against the solidity of him. Every soft hollow and swell of her fitted so perfectly the hard leanness of him, and this time she was the one to eagerly turn her face to his for a kiss. His mouth came crashing down on hers more fiercely than ever.
She was aware of one huge hand clenching the cheeks of her little white bum in order to tug her that much more firmly against him, making her more aware than ever of his gigantically throbbing penis. It pulsated and throbbed so that her own vagina echoed it by inwardly tightening to the twitches.
No longer really caring about keeping away from men, shutting her mind resolutely to the duplicity of the male, the lovely Loretta totally surrendered herself to the utterly indescribably rapture of the nakedly lusting man who lay beside her. She realized she wanted to feel him inside her. Yes, she actually wanted him to do what he had intended doing all along.
Her hand moved down between them, and for the first time in her life she willingly wrapped her slender white fingers around the mammoth thickness of his bull cock. It felt so much greater than Frank's, and she sensed the twitches in it-the wild appreciative jerks it made against her palm. She shuddered again at the thought of the pain it might inflict, remembering how much Frank had hurt her. But her inner body continued responding and urging her ever closer to the monstrous instrument that looked more suitable to fill a cow elephant than her own soft cunt.
"Ummmmmm ... wonderful woman ... hhhmmm-mmmm...."he softly groaned in the depths of his throat when she automatically began sliding her hand up and down, pulling on the thick length of flesh pipe in a rapturous cadence. His fingers began pinching one of her nipples, squeezing it so tightly, he feared it might pop in his hand. Loretta felt the unnerving heat emanating from the man as it seeped through to her, building her to a heavily fevered state. Long as she was, her toes were only able to touch his ankle as she cradled her head on his shoulder. Staring down the length of their bodies she never ceased to be amazed at the physical differences between the male and female. She looked like a slender white doll against the massive torso of a dark statue.
Abruptly, he tugged her over on top of him, her full breasts mashing sensuously against the naked, almost hairless flesh of his powerful chest. She was instantly aware of the length of his mighty penis as it pulsated against her tiny white belly.
He gripped the small globes of her rounded buttocks in both hands and he began squeezing them, pressing her against him, burying his maddened cock firmly between their bodies. It was sandwiched like an enormous sausage threatening to split its skin because of the enveloping heat. Their tongues began sucking and duelling in salivating fury and their hearts pounded out a twin-hammered beat that continued to unmercifully build. Jerry was determined to taste this pussy before dipping his wick into it.
"Aaaaaaannn nnnnnhhhhh ... Mr. Dona ... "the lovely brown-haired woman gasped softly as his lips released hers while he tugged her by the buttocks so that she straddled him. He bent her knees and cushioned them on his heavy shoulders so she was jacknifed with her salivating pussy directly over his hungering mouth.
Loretta had no idea what he was doing. She had expected him to hurl her onto her back and fuck her. What he was doing, at the present time, seemingly made no sense at all.
Jerry anxiously stared at the delectable pink flesh of her tender vulva, the labia so swollen she looked like a flower that was bursting open its petals, the soaking juices from within now flowing out. Her glistening cuntlips shone in the light coming from the window, and he was anxious to lap up her sweet juices and intensify her inner flow. Leaning his head forward, he sent his tongue questing inside, letting it run over the slipper shiny swell of skin on a long shiny lick.
"Ohhhhhhh ... myyyyy yyyyyy ... Goddd dddddd-uh hhhhhh hhhhhh hhhh!" Loretta gasped softly, arching her pelvis at him in total abject surrender, not at all ready for what she was receiving, yet anxious to feel more of it. The tickle of his moving tongue sent slivers of crystal up and down her spine, some of it white-hot, the rest of it fiercely cold. Nerve-endings felt as if they were shattering into millions of delightful pieces. Her mind had suddenly slipped down between her thighs, sending out messages in flashes of ecstatic rapture. She gasped as she felt the maddening pressure of his tongue intensify as it licked at her entire vaginal mouty, working into the gates of her femininity, making them widen and open to his onslaught.
Jerry continued hungrily licking the sweet, musky feminine fluid as it dripped from between the lips of her softly furred cunt, delectating in the taste of her, as well as glorying in the savory aroma of this beautiful hot and luscious female. Sweet nectar would never have tasted any better, he decided.
The fleshy gateway spread that much wider apart, opening all the more to receive his lingual offering as he continued to hungrily lap the flowing oils continually bathing her inner walls. The lovely brown-haired girl quivered again, moaning against his mouth as if the sound came from her tender pussy rather than her own throat. Jerry felt her coccyx stiffening as her ass-muscles tightened in his grip, the cheeks bouncing in his palm. This encouraged him to increase the pressure of his tongue, making it lash even deeper into the pink folds of her sodden tunnel. This made the lovely woman shudder and moan with an appreciation she was certain she would never have previously felt. He pulled away for a brief moment to stare at the orally moistened gaping, quivering coral cunt, noting how sparse was the hair outlining it. In fact, the hair seemed to be naturally trimmed, a perfect matted ring around the grotto leading to paradise. Then his hands squeezed her buttocks all the more tightly as he leaned forward and kissed the lips of her soft vulva, burying his tongue its full length in the pit of her tasty and sweet womanliness.
"Ahhhhh ... hh hh-hh-aaaaaa nnnnnnnhhhhh ... hhhhhhuuuu uuuunnnnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, jerking her loins up and down, clamping her thighs tightly around his buried face.
The searing poker of his driving tongue seemed to stab far enough into her to touch her vitals, sending wicked flames of flaring desire charging through every muscle in her shuddering body. She bent forward, doubled over his head like an Indian maiden squatting on a marriage stick, her hands gripping his hair, realizing the "stick" was, in reality, a willowly, slender tongue-a tongue that pillaged her interior more thoroughly than the cock of the Reverend Frank. Her fingers tightened all the more in the man's black hair tangling locks of it around the digits as if trying to actually push his face inside her. Yes, yes, that was it! She wanted his face, his entire head buried inside her vaginal maw. She wanted to push him so deeply inside her, her intestines would ingest him.
All this while Jerome Doan held his breath, well aware of his unattended phallus behind the girl jerking uncontrollably around like a puppet being pulled on a string-a string running from his throat that swallowed strongly as he gulped down the hot fluids continually invading his mouth from her seething pussy. His stiffened lingual digit sank as far into her questing feminine tunnel as was humanly possible, swirling about and touching all her tasty vaginal walls, aware of the smoothness of her membrances coveirng inner ridges of flexed musce. The hot cunt was closing around the tongue, sucking on it as if the pussy was indeed a mouth, pulling on the invading member again and again.
Then he tugged the tongue out and began ravishing her pulsating little clitoris, making it stand out more erectly than ever before. Swirling his oral organ circularly, he flattened it against the penis-like female organ of pleasure and began rubbing it abrasively up and down, licking it as if it were a little piece of hard candy lodged in the center of soft, tasty pudding. This drove Loretta wild with delight, and her hands tigged on his head, doing their best to bury his head all the more deeply in the simmering depths of her shuddering vagina.
Hhhhhvuuuitmnnhhhh ... uuunnnngggghhhh ... Goddddddduuhhhh!" she gasped out, her lithe form madly swaying and wildly jerking in uncontrolled contortions. Her fingers all but tugged strands of rich black hair from his head as she continued convulsively spasming, consistently on the verge of orgasm, but not quite there. Her hands opened and closed again and again, gripping his head.
Christ! As far as Jerry was concerned, this was the most naturally hot woman he had ever known. He began sucking her interior all the more powerfully, making her flowing juices flood out that much more copiously, letting it run down over his nose and mouth and chin. His saliva was mixed with it now, and Loretta felt the wetness seeping into the crack between her asscheeks.
The lovely brunette felt stronger and stronger waves of sensation wash through her, and she realized this man had gone much farther than Reverend Frank. Frank had eventually made her feel her orgasm, but in such a way that her mind was still coherent and aware of all that was happening, and afterward, she was still able to hate him and all other men. But this man had reduced her to an unreasoning animal, making her jerk to the rhythm of his licentious oral strokings, and at the moment there was no thought in her head other than to get closer and closer to the source of all her incredible and exquisite pleasure. She was as instinctive at this point as a salmon swimming upstream against all reason and sense, propelled by dark forces within her-forces that answered to no authority other than the feelings of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
It never occurred to her to protest when the man actually probed with a forefinger into her anal opening. The tiny rectal pucker surrounded the tip of the digit, welcoming it in. She was allowing him to do with her as he pleased, and it pleased him to stab said finger into the tightly virginal little orifice, for until now her asshole had indeed been virginal. He pushed and pushed until he had the entire first digit of his finger inside her. Her anal walls convulsed around the finger, making her realize there was some small hurt, though it didn't begin to compare with the greater agony Frank had caused her eight years earlier.
Her cunt slammed down on his face as her rear convulsed in an attempt to escape the suddenly probing finger. Her pelvis jerked forward repeatedly, but he held her in place, his finger continually stabbing, sinking farther into her rear tunnel. Then her sphincter, which had been trying to resist him, suddenly reversed its action, sucking him inside her asshole. At the same time her cunt snapped closed around his probing oral digit. She was thrillingly invaded in two orifices at once-both holes filled with parts of this powerful man who had reduced her to a helpless mass of whimpering flesh. He was fucking her in two places at once, and he had yet to use his penis on her. God! What a deliciously depraved thing he was doing to her! God! Fucking her rear-end with his finger! Ramming his tongue into the depths of her vagina!
"Hhhhh aaaa uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh aaaa gggg hhhh!" she wailed, feeling a combination of unnatural pain inside her narrow anal tunnel mixing with the thrilling delight its movement was beginning to cause, added to the wonder of his slickly moving tongue. She was aware of his palm flatly pressing itself against the tiny cheeks of her rounded buttocks as his finger drove all the way inside her anus. All the while his tongue continued scouring her interior, never once letting up, his lips sucking the entire time, pulling on the tiny extended pink nodule of her sensitive clitoris.
"Ghhaanngghh ... gghhaanngghh...." she gasped helplessly, the tears pouring helplessly down her cheeks-tears caused by a combination of pain in her rear-end and the delightfully maddening tongue probing into her cunt-a tongue that brought thrillingly delicious and sensuous sensations through her entire self. Her body was now stretched taut as she wailed out her lust, writhing uncontrollably, desperately seeking some kind of release.
The pain in her rear began lessening as she had been certain it would. After all, when Frank had fucked her cunt the pain there had eventually disappeared. This pain was not nearly as strong, and it was fading a whole lot more quickly. Creeping delight began climbing the shattered nerve-endings in her rear-end. She eased back on his finger, continually riding it, letting the pleasure begin to intensify, and then she began pumping up and down. Her lust-drenched vagina felt more delight each time she moved forward against his tongue, and now she was pumping her asshole up and down on his finger. She was getting closer, now. The tantalizing carrot of total fulfillment was just out of reach, dangling there, waiting for her to somehow grab it.
Jerry was aware or her arching as she writhed and pounded on the length of his finger, her body doing a wonderful lust-maddened dance. She was getting closer, closer.
All the while Jerry's prick was continuing to jerk wildly as if pulled by a string attached to his licking tongue. His testicles felt as if they had been blown up to monstrous proportions, two balloons on the point of breaking. Abruptly he withdrew his probing finger and tugged her cunt away from his mouth. His hands reached up and caught her ribcage just beneath his breasts. Straightening his powerful arms, he lifted her up, off him.
"Oh my God ... don't stop noww...." Loretta gasped. "For the love of God ... don't stop now! Please! Please! Finish!"
He looked at her with a crooked smile on his face. Then he said to her, "before, you didn't want me to touch you. Suppose you tell me just what it is you want right now."
"You!" she gasped. "I want you! I never thought I'd ever want a man, but I want you!"
"First tell me, if I hire you, are you going to do everything and anything I tell you to do?"
"Yesssss...." she hissed. "But finish me!"
"No matter what it entails?"
"Ohhhh ... hhhuuunnnhhh ... yess-ssss ... now do it!"
"What part of me do you want?" he asked, lowering her so that her cuntlips rubbed lightly against the sodden head of his powerful cock. 'Tell me!"
Loretta was awakened to the fact that his penis was still as erect as ever. Not only that, but now that her mind dwelled on it for a moment, she realized how good it probably would feel to have this man's throbbing organ invade her interior-better than Frank, and now that her awakened body reflected on it, Frank's phallus had done one helluva good job.
"That!" she gasped, pointing to the organ beneath her.
"Call it by it's right name, baby!" he insisted. "Penis!"
"No, you know what I want you to call it! You're not that naive. Say it, sweetheart!"
"Cock!" she gasped. "Feed me cock!"
"Good girl!" he smiled, congratulating her, and rewarding her by pulling her lovely face down and kissing it with his cunt juice-smeared mouth.
He half-sat up, bracing his back against the headboard somewhat, spreading her slender legs even wider above his groin. His hands lifted her beneath her arms and he once more slowly lowered her, making certain the tip of his cock was correctly aimed. Little by little she began sinking down oh the upthrust pin of his prick, twisting around his shaft like a jerking valve moving from side to side. Oh Christ! Was she ever tight! Her narrow enclosure encased his cock more firmly than a fishskin condom. For such a tall girl she was really narrow inside. He was well aware of his pulsating organ jerking uncontrollably inside her. God! His bloated prick was immense within her.
Sheee-itttttt!" he pantingly gasped, grinding his teeth uncontrollably. His phallus was throbbing inside her, tugging at the narrow membranes of her helpless flesh as if letting him know there was no room inside her for such breadth as his. He felt the tight-banded pressure of her cunt around his cock throughout his entire body, even to the point where there seemed to be pressure around his forehead. Blood was beating madly inside him, making his veins bulge. Damn! This lovely twenty-six-year old woman was more like some pre-teen virgin, and had she not told him in her drunkenness about Reverend Frank, he would have believed her to be a virgin. He was unable to remember when he had felt a cunt this tight wrapped around his throbbing cock. It was almost too much. He dimly wondered if he was hurting her. That was the last thing he wanted to do since he really had need of her.
His hands slowly moved up the satiny flesh of her ivory sides to her large breasts, both of which shook as his hands closed firmly over them, then she ground her hips in a belly dancer's churn around and around, moaning, "More! Please! More!" and he knew everything was going to be all right.
For the first time in her life Loretta realized she wanted to be fucked. Not only that, but in this position, she was the one in control of movenent. Her rotating belly circled the huge cock again and again as it seemingly cut into her, making her wonder if he was cutting her without her feeling the pain. The tip of his phallus was moving higher and higher, and sooner or later she expected it to slice through her back wall, possibly moving through her organs into her very throat. She felt so filled, even her lungs seemed to be constrained, and tight though her interior was, it was all so wonderful. It was as if everything of importance within her was being pressed aside by the enormous monolith impaling her. She timidly moved her hips again, feeling his cock jerk inside her like a bell clapper. The movement of the organ seemingly reverberated throughout her entire body, making her quake and shudder. She continually shook with the vibration of his powerful entry.
Jerry laughed as he looked at the rapture scrawled across Loretta's face, lifting his hips higher in order to send his flesh dagger even deeper into her narrow interior.
"Never thought I'd like it!" she gasped. "Oh God! Never ... never thought I'd love this again! Always was certain I'd hate any man who tried ... uuunnn-hhli ... ohhhhhh..:. wwwauauuuggghhhh ... Godd-ddduhhhhhhh ... it's so good ... so good ... I never realized how good something like this can feel with someone I like...."
"Something like this is good with just about any man," he grunted. "You just have to open your mind to it. That's what I want you to do, honey. Open your mind and accept fucking as something very natural. Don't frown on it because you don't like the man."
"I don't know what to think anymore," she admitted, almost laughing as she fell forward on his broad, almost hairless chest.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close and slamming upward with his thighs, charging his probing penis even higher into the narrow tunnel of her tightly constricting little pussy. His mouth greedily kissed hers, and then he began rotating his hips in a grinding motion that set her flaming vagina on fire with the blistering sensations of molten steel.
"God!" he gasped, shuddering. "Oh God! Honey! You are something else. You are going to be the most terrific adjuster we're ever going to have."
Spasming scintillations of turmoil were shooting from his throbbing cock, emanating from his pores, and he felt the great tonnage of sperm, dammed up inside him, all set to come steam-rolling out of him with an explosive force that would send rockets of lava from him.
Loretta sat straight up, and his hands reached up and gripped her large twin breasts as she began pounding his pole as if it were a carousel on which she was riding. Up and down, up and down, her body automatically grinding around and around, up and down. His breath was rasping from his nose in steaming gusts. Bucking like an uncontrolled stallion, the man heaved her up with a mighty thrust, sensing the way her vaginal walls clenched his cock that much more solidly as she slammed her body down, once again shish-kebabing herself on his massive blood-bloated phallus.
Loretta no longer had a sense of time, place, or direction. All she knew was, she was about to reach a pinnacle higher than the one she had known when Frank had fucked her. A great tide pounded closer and closer, rising ever higher inside her womanly body. The man was grunting and groaning, making all kinds of unintelligible sounds and his strong hands were clutching her that much more tightly. He held her just tightly enough to prevent bruises from appearing, later. Every stab of his gigantic phallus brought her a bit closer to the paradise she was seeking. It seemingly cut into her vitals with a rapturous thrill the like of which seemed incredible. Her senses had totally left her stranded on the lonesome shore of complete sensation where nothing mattered but the thundering rage of the rod she rode to heaven.
"AAAA HHHH HHHHH ... HHHH UUUU NNNN HHHH!" she gasped out loud, her fingernails digging into the steel muscles of his solid arms. She was aware of the mountains of muscle standing up in the hard hills and hollows.
"Come ... on ... babyyyyyy ... come ... on ... you can ... ummm ... do it ... you can do ittttttt...." he panted, begging her to join him in his fevered quest for paradise. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. The tightness of her cunt was too much for him, and any moment now he was going to blow sky-high. He would shoot straight up to heaven. "Goddamn!" he gasped.
He'd known more women in his forty-odd years than most men. Christ! He'd been fucking since he was eighteen, but once he had started he hadn't stopped. There always seemed to be a new pussy waiting at the end of each day, but he had to admit none of them had affected him as strongly as this luscious cunt tantalized him now. This long, lanky, full-breasted woman was driving him wild. What a waste that her cunt had been barely used until now. Well he was going to make good use of it, really good use of it. He would use it to keep these bastards from ripping off the insurance company from now on.
The lovely lady's head was rolling from side to side, her long fingernails now firmly digging into the man's forearms in stripes that would leave him clawed, making him look as if a wildcat had mauled him. It was the beginning! She inwardly felt the delightfully exquisite, unexplainable and incredible never-to-be-forgotten climax building higher and higher.
"Come on babyyyyy ... come on ... come on ... come on ... come on ... nowwwwwwwww...." the man urged, his rock-solid hips lifting so high off the bed she was lifted on his raging penis, his strong hands clenching her hips like claw hammers. She was aware of the teeming, burning spurt of his initial blast flooding her womb as he bellowed out his own orgasm, triggering hers.
"NOWWWW WWWW ... COMMME ... WITH MEEE EEEE ... YYYY AAAA RRRR GGGG HHHH HHHH ... AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH ... GGG HHHH AAAA GGGG HHHH UUUU GGGG HHHH!" he bellowed as he bucked, bounced and strained beneath her.
"HHHHAAAA IIIIYYYY EEEEAAAA GGGG-HHHHAAAANNNN GGGG HHHH ... AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH ... GGGG HHHH AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH UUU NNNN GGGG HHHH!" she shrieked, feeling thrill after thrill vibrate through her quivering body, continually pounding up and down on his spired cock like some helpless victim. The fiery shots began spraying through her as her body erupted from the pit of her vagina and showered outward to make even her fingernails quiver.
God it was so good! She would never have believed anything would feel that good.
It ended all too soon, his penis going limp inside her as she tried pounding her body against his.