Chapter 2
It was obvious Lamont Dennison still had a thing for her. Sharon intended capitalizing on it. All she wanted was marriage. If he chose to use her body, she'd put up with it. If he chose to fool around with other women after, she'd let him. But she wanted marriage because she was so used to living the good life, she had no intention of giving it up. In fact, the idea of living in poverty was so horrid, she might have contemplated suicide before allowing it to happen.
In the next twenty-four hours, she looked in on him no less than eleven times, especially after his operation. She was solicitous in every way, careful to say nothing, yet letting him know by gesture she had supposedly developed an inordinate fondness for him. In actuality, she had always liked him to some extent. After all, she had gone out with him when she was seventeen, even though he had been thirty-two at the time. He definitely exuded a certain masculine charm.
When he was released from the hospital on Tuesday, Sharon walked with him from the entrance to his car, a chauffeur-driven Cadillac limousine. Before getting in, he handed Sharon a card with his address on it, the address she had known so well since it was across the street from her parents old home, and he said, "Come visit me, sometime."
"Why don't you visit me, instead?" she offered, writing her own address on the back of the card and handing it back to him.
"Tonight?" he asked.
"Ill be free from four-thirty on," she told him.
"I'll be by at six," he assured her.
He was prompt. At six on the dot, he came to her apartment dressed in an expensive five hundred dollar brown suit. She, in a white cocktail dress, was waiting for him.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked. "Send the chauffeur away," she told him. "Let's stay here."
"I didn't bring the chauffeur tonight," he smiled as she shut the door and led him into the spacious living room with the thick nylon velour carpeting, all turquoise. The window draperies matched, as did the patterns in the white wallpaper. Even the velvet-tufted furniture was turquoise.
"Would you care for something to drink?" she asked, pointing to the bar in the corner.
"I don't drink," he reminded her. "Actually, since we're going to stay here, let's dispense with amenities and get down to cases."
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"You invited me here because you want to know if I'm still interested in you. Am I interested enough to want to marry you?" he smirked. "After all, I know all about your parents' difficulties."
Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't thought herself so obviously transparent. Aloud, she said, "I always did like you, Lamont."
"I think you showed how much you liked me the last time we dated," he told her. "However, the past is past. To be brutally frank, I might, just might, be willing to marry you, Sharon. After all, from what your parents have told me, you're still an unplucked flower. However, I'll have to satisfy myself as to your being unplucked before I even consider the idea of marriage. "That is what you want - marriage!"
"What are you trying to say?" Sharon asked.
"This time it's you who'll have to take the risks," he told her. "You're used to living well. If you have someone else able to support you, you'd never have played up to me. I'm your last card. The last link to your security."
"So?" she asked.
"So tonight I'm going to fuck the lovely ass off you, Sharon," he told her, still smiling.
"What you're saying is, if you find me a virgin, you'll marry me?" she asked, hopefully.
"Not at all." he shrugged. "If I find you a virgin, I'll keep an open mind. But if you aren't a virgin, there's no hope whatsoever for you. As for marriage, well, that'll take some time."
"No!" she insisted. "I can't do that. I won't sell myself like some whore, and then find out, after you've used me, that I'm not good enough to be your wife." She walked to the window and looked out.
She would have said more had Lamont not come up behind her and turned her around, tugging her slender form against his muscular body. He looked into her eyes, and said, "I've been dreaming of this moment for a long, long time, Sharon. I'm going to fuck you silly, and your struggling will make it all the more worthwhile. What's more, when it's all over, much as you'll hate me, you won't say a word to anyone, because deep down, you'll know there's the vague possibility I might still marry you. But let me warn you right now, I'm a total hedonist. If I do marry you, don't think your body will belong to me, alone. I often play swapsies with other men."
She tried struggling free, terrified of him, but he held her as tightly as an eagle would grip its prey. Sharon found her lips trapped by his in a fiery kiss, and it implied more than any kiss he had ever previously given her. His arms were a pair of still bands surrounding her, pressing her slender gentle form against the hardness of himself. She was so astonished, she wasn't quite sure what was really occurring. But there was no mistaking the rising demands of his kissing lips as his heated breath flowed between her parted lips. The expensive aroma of his masculine cologne made her nostrils dilate, and the solidly hot domination of his arms and hands as they circled her ribcage and reached down to squeeze her ample buttocks ... oh, God! She felt that unmistakable bulge - the swell of his throbbing penis beneath his pants pressing insistently against the flat softness of her trembling belly. His lips kissed her all the harder.
Sharon wondered if this man really thought she was some naive little morsel who, having rejected him years ago, and now suddenly in need of him, would suddenly succumb willingly to him. She all but snorted as she shoved hard against his chest, hitting him with doubled fists as she struggled to get away from him.
Lamont held the far-from-fragile bundle that was Sharon very easily, exerting almost no strength whatsoever. She was not at all tall, no more than five-feet-two in height, and even though she was wearing heels at the moment, she seemed tiny. The lovely blonde was totally defenseless against his superior strength. Her bones were barely cushioned by the softness of her own tanned flesh. Her fully swollen, luscious breasts were solidly mashed against Lamont's chest, making him aware of the buttons on his vest pressing into her.
She was, the one woman he had really fallen for, at one time. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing he still loved her. She was a snot-nosed bitch who needed to be taught a lesson. She wasn't the only woman who had refused to sleep with him, though in her case he had proposed marriage rather than an outright affair. But the other women had meant nothing to him. She had meant everything, and she had hurt him. Now he was going to exact a full measure of revenge. As for marriage, well, maybe he'd fuck her right out of his system and wouldn't want to marry her. But by God, this time he wasn't going to let her get away. She would struggle, she would fight - he knew that, expected it. But he'd tame her and then decide whether or not he still wanted her.
Brutally he forced his tongue into the softness of her delicate mouth. It pushed past her even white teeth as he held her fragrant body that much closer. One hand still squeezed a buttock.
Sharon went wild with a mingling of fear and rage. She screeched and screamed, clawing and struggling, knowing no one would hear them since all these apartments were made energy efficient, and therefore soundproof. She did her best to bite and scratch, but Lamont ignored her, concentrating instead of the soft feel of her sweetly delicate body. His mind was already envisioning what she would look like without clothing. Sharon was almost insane in her wild struggles, and the man loved that. Sharon had been his one real challenge, the only woman he had ever cared about. Taming this particular shrew was something he had dreamed about for the past three years, never really believing he would have the opportunity of doing so. Fucking her would convince him once and for all that he was every bit the man he imagined himself.
Sharon continued wriggling and squirming, using all her strength as she panted, feeling the air coming from her nostrils to be raw flame. She noticed her beating fists and clawing fingernails did nothing to deter the man. He was a monster who continued hugging and kissing her, his tongue moving through her helpless mouthr exploring every little crevice and depression, and all the while his strong hand continued squeezing her behind. What bothered Sharon most of all was the pressure of that damned ... thing ... that penis of his as it continued pressing into the softness of her belly.
Taking a deep breath she called on every last ounce of strength to finally wrench her mouth from his.
"Stop it!" she gasped. "Stop it this instant! You can't ... I won't allow you to...."
But the man's hand was straining behind her head, once more forcing her struggling mouth against his own. She was aware of his powerful fingers weaving their way through her long, honey-colored hair, holding her in place as she did her best to try twisting her head one way, then another.
Lamont knew Sharon had to be a virgin. Her struggles at the moment were as much to protect her maidenhood as they were to prevent him from raping her for his own convenience. Had she not been a virgin, she would have allowed him to do anything with the hope that she'd be able to seduce him. Seduction was woman's greatest weapon, perhaps the one thing he wouldn't have been able to resist. But Sharon's refusal to employ it convinced him of her virginity. Hell! If she weren't properly fucked, and very soon, she would end up being a prune-faced old maid. Right now, she had to learn that in the relationship between them, he was the boss. He'd let go of her, but only when it pie him to do so.
Meanwhile, his tongue continued mercilessly fucking into her mouth as he pressed a knee between her soft thighs. It rubbed against the lower part of her dress, pushing into the pubic arch of her body underneath. God! She felt good!
Sharon, who had never pleaded with anyone before in her life, was making whining noises now, the little pleading sounds coming from her throat as she strained in his clamping arms. She writhed continually, as if to let him know how much she hated being dominated ... especially by him.
Lamont wrapped one long arm around her body, pinning both her arms to her sides as he shoved his knee even higher, pressing his thigh that much harder against the sparsely haired softness of her pubis. With his other hand, he proceeded to almost savagely squeeze and maul the fullness of her bountiful breasts.
Sharon found herself quaking with pure rage and frustration. The feeling mingled with raw fear that continually surged through her helpless body. The man was a total animal, and he was physically overpowering her, as if determined to make "her panic.
Horror nibbled away at her intestines. There seemed to be no escape from this man and the horrible fate he was proposing. Her legs were pinned, trying to squeeze against the thigh he had forced between both of hers. His knee was pressing firmly into her delicate crotch, causing all kinds of unwanted, tingling sensations, sensations of which she was previously totally unaware.
The feel of Sharon's swollenly heaving breasts, fluttering against his caressing hand, caused the blood to rampage all the more surely through his body, making his erection a stanchion of steel. His cock was so hard, it was pushing against his shorts while painfully mashed against he softness of her flat belly. Hefting the arousing weight of her full breast in his palm, Lamont marveled at the perfection of its roundness and global curvaceousness. Yes, this was all Sharon, no padding, nothing phony about her. All he felt was the actual weightiness of two firmly soft feminine boulders with spiky nipples already pushing against the fabric of her brassiere and white dress. To him, they were melons fully ripened in the sunlight, swelling to a succulence beyond belief. No doubt about it, these breasts were definitely ready for harvesting, and soon he would have them popped into his mouth in order to soothe the craving within him.
The anxiously hot masculine hand continually caressing, holding, and actually weighing her full breasts caused an unwanted excitation, like a drift of sunlight shining through darkly gathering thunderheads, to sift through Sharon's unwilling body. Dear Lord! How had all this happened so suddenly? How had she fallen into this trap the man had set? She'd really had no warning whatsoever before he had pounced on her like some demon from the nether regions.
For the first time in her life Sharon actually wondered if demons really existed. But a moment later she rejected that thought. She was much too pragmatic to believe in devils. Besides, she had to admit the feelings working their way through her quivering body were anything but painful. Anguished though her mind felt, her body was feeling good, enjoying what was happening, and unwittingly she lessened her struggle a little.
Sensing the change in Sharon's attitude, feeling her basic inner mood alter, as if she were relenting a little, in addition to feeling her physical struggles lessen as she stopped straining so much, Lamont slowly un-sutured his mouth from hers. He kissed her cheek, then the side of her neck, then the soft part of her throat. He went as low as the neckline of the cocktail dress would permit. Then he wormed a hand inside said neckline to feel her smooth and silky tan skin. His fingers leaped across one softly rounded shoulder inside the tight-fitting dress. Then a fingertip poked down inside the edge of her half-brassiere, feeling the upper part of her rounded right breast. All the while his mouth was softy, carefully, tantalizingly nibbling at her lovely throat, kissing her earlobe, tantalizing her jaw.
"The trouble is, you're still absolutely, flawlessly beautiful, Sharon,'' he whispered. "Yes, outwardly you're flesh and blood, but inwardly you're still a marble statue - though a beautiful one.
"Oh, God!" Sharon gasped. "No, don't do it, I don't want you to touch me there ... please ... no ... no----" she pleaded, feeding his fingers finally reach their pliant goal - her extended nipples which hardened instantly to erect attention. A thrilling jolt of sizzling static tingled through her quivering body, richocheting from one nerve-ending to another, until every sensitive point in her physical self tingled as if touched with a series of sparklers.
He was pinching her sensitive nerve-bud, making her nipple lengthen even more, causing it to swell into a shuddering, desire-stiffened hardness. It was a pellet of sensual delight. Between her columnar loins, Sharon sensed equally traitorous sensations starting to make even deeper inroads into her. She felt a funny feeling inside, as if drawstrings had been attached to her vagina from within, and now some invisible hand was pulling on those strings.
Sharon wondered how she had been so blind. Just how stupid a woman was she? Here she had deliberately hurt a man who had once professed to love her, and now that he was wealthy, and she was the one who was poor, she had made overtures, thinking he would be fool enough to still want her as a wife. She was a complete idiot!
Lamont brought both hands around to reach inside her dress and brassiere, intent on fondling both mammaries at once. He discovered that under the dress, the half-bra she was wearing had a front catch. His anxious lips pulled on her ear lobe before his tongue suddenly leaped out, a soft, pliant penis trying hard to fuck her ear. That was when Sharon forced herself, despite continually responsive feelings enlarging in her body, to push against him, He fell back and stumbled over a chair, and she turned and ran for the door.
"Go on!" he called to her. "Go on and see how far you'll get with anyone else. You need me, Sharon, just as I have a need to conquer your body. You take one step out that door, and I'll be out of here before anyone sees me. No one will believe you when you try accusing me, and the worst part of it is, you'll be trapped. You'll have no money, no means of continuing to live as you've been living all your life - in luxury."
Sharon froze. What he said was true. He was her last and only hope. But she hated being mauled, hated his touch, hated the sneer of triumph written all over his face. Rage made her yell out at him, "I'm not one of those bimbos you have visiting you at the hospital, Mr. Dennisson. Yes, I was nasty when I was younger, I admit it. Well, maybe I was nasty because I was falling for you, and the only way to break the crazy spell you had over me was to make you dislike me so much at the time that you wouldn't bother dating me again. Yes, I admit I'm poor, but when I saw you, it wasn't simple poverty that made me make a play for you. Seeing you rekindled the. desire in me, and I hoped you might feel the same way about me, and maybe want to marry me." This last was a blatant lie, but it would create an element of doubt in Lamont's mind, even if he didn't want to believe it.
"Sharon," Lamont said, his hands still kneading her nipples, "why don't you face facts? Ever since you decided to try and con me into marrying you, we both knew this would be inevitable. You were hoping to get a ring first. But I'm a firm believer in getting a lot of samples before buying the stock."
"Why does sex have to be inevitable?" she asked.
"Just because you're a rake, a profligate and wanton son-of-a-bitch who has to try and crawl into the panties of every woman he knows does not make cohabitation between us inevitable."
"Bullshit!" he snapped. "You want what my money can provide, and I want your cunt. It's as simple as that. But you want it on a permanent basis. Well, honey, if you can't fuck worth a damn, why the hell should I tie up the rest of my life with you?"
"Please...." Sharon whimpered, begging for the first time in her life, hating him for being so forthright about the truth. "I always thought you respected me."
"I respected you when you refused to marry me because you felt I would be a drag on your career as a doctor. But I'll be damned if I can respect anyone willing to sacrifice her entire life, marrying a man she claims she despises, merely to continue living in the lap of luxury. Why should my money make a difference? You despised me when you thought me poor. Obviously you must still despise me in spite of your verbal protests to the contrary."
"So you want to fuck me in order to build up the male ego you feel I once deflated," she snapped. "Well, I'm sorry, Lamont, but I can't do things that way. Whatever my reasons for approaching you, the fact is, if I didn't inwardly feel something for you, I'd never have come near you. Let's forget the whole thing."
'The hell I will," Lamont reiterated. "I got this far with you, and baby, I'm going all the way. If, after I've given you a good, solid fucking, you still want to end it all, fine! If not, then we'll come to some kind of arrangement whereby you won't have to reveal your own poverty to anyone else - at least for as long as I'm entertained by your presence."
"No!" she shouted.
"Yes," he insisted. "There's an old saying about God granting us the power to change what we can, which I've done by becoming wealthy, to accept what can't be changed, and that concerns my intention to fuck you, and finally to be able to recognize the difference. That's meant for you, you see. Recognize that though you're no longer the sweet little rich girl, it can be changed to make you look that way once my fucking you has become a fait-accompli."
His hands gripped her slender tan arms tightly, his fingers all but biting into her helpless flesh. She stared into his face as he stood there, towering over her, seeing his features contorted with desire. Though his fucking her would indeed be a revenge of sorts, his desire for her had definitely not lessened over the years.
The anger and fright scrawled over Sharon's lovely face made her look more lovely than ever to the tall dark-haired man. Her large almond eyes were wet, and tears had stained her lovely cheeks. Her dress-front had lost a button, creating the V effect, revealing the top of her cleft between her breasts. Even more arousing was the sight of the tops of her lovely breasts as they swelled upward. Looking at them made the galvanized steel of his stiffened phallus twitch that much more convulsively in his pants.
"Now you hear this, Sharon Seeley," he said, twisting her arms behind her back, then gripping her two wrists with one hand while running his other hand through the stream of her blonde hair, thereby making her lift her face to his. "The time has come for you to be properly fucked, yes, fucked! That's the word! It says it all! I think you should know what it's like to have a complete orgasm, and then, when it's all over, if you feel you can still discipline your body, I'll walk away, but I'll pay for your services by at least giving you another month's rent on this place."
Sharon stared at the man with disbelief written all over her face. Her eyes were round with terror. She realized he was going to do just what he'd said he'd do. She was his captive, his to do with as he pleased. Her body felt bruised, her pride humiliated. The agony pulling at her shoulders because of the way he held her wrists behind her, and the pain in the roots of her hair as his fingers brushed their way through again and again was all too real. A great tide of shuddering sobs rose in pounding surf-like waves from the depths of her chest, making her cry out loud.
Whether she liked it or not, she was about to learn what sex was all about. When it was over, he promised he would leave and not bother her again - if that was what she wanted. He had promised her money so she'd be able to pay the rent on her apartment for another month. In that time she might be able to work something out elsewhere.
"I'm going to let go of you, Sharon," he said to her. "When I do, I want you to undress. Don't look so horrified. What we're about to do is done all the time between men and women. Besides, it'll be better for that lovely dress if you remove it than if I rip it off."
Lamont let go of her, and Sharon stumbled away from him toward the bar. She stopped herself by gripping the back of a nearby chair, clinging tightly to it, fighting for control of herself. Lord! She felt a little easier. Now she'd be able to catch her breath and figure a way out of all this.
Lamont looked at her as if he were a king staring at a slave. At long last he was bending Sharon to his will. She was the only woman to reject him who had affected him emotionally. Now he was about to find out if his feelings for her were merely lust, or love. Yes, love in spite of the nasty way she had always behaved toward him.
Removing his own suit coat and vest, he said, "Off with your clothes!"
Sharon's hands slowly moved up to her neckline, then down to the different buttons in front. Her fingers shook as she found herself struggling with the buttons. The thought that this man was going to rape her as casually as he would eat a meal had her on edge.
As she stared, she saw Lamont remove all his own clothing and toss everything on a nearby chair. Then he walked over to another chair, one with a firmer cushion, and he sat in it. It had gross-point fabric so his flesh wouldn't stick to it. He glanced down at his upstanding cock, watching it jut up straighter, harder, and more bloated than ever before. With one hand he gripped it while watching the show Sharon was putting on, awkwardly attempting to pull her dress off. The staff was jerking wildly, a thing alive unto itself as if in no way connected to him.
Sharon was reluctant to pull the white dress over her head, but did so, freeing one arm at a time. When she got it off her head, she turned to see her captor sitting nakedly in the chair. He looked like something Cellini might have cast in bronze. His chest had a curious lack of hair, and where she had once thought him to be flabby, she saw nothing but firmness. Hard chest muscles, strong arm muscles, a flat belly and a narrow waist. But what caught her breath was the sight of his belly being bisected by his mammoth cock. It stood up against his belly because of the way he was leaning back in the chair.
Having worked as a doctor for some time now, Sharon had seen more than her share of penises, many in an erect state, but what she was looking at now was monstrous. It didn't belong to a human being. It was so unrealistic, Sharon was certain he was playing some kind of practical joke on her by displaying the organ so prominently. She was sure it was an artificial organ covering his real one. But as she stared, seeing the flesh move when his hand pumped it, she realized much to her dismay it was only too real. To think, he intended injecting that probing horror into the narrow tenderness of her aching vagina. Good Heavens! He had to be insane!
Sharon continued staring at the way his hand kept on stroking the hard organ, his brown eyes hooded by half-closed eyelids as he watched her, intensely. She was some kind of helpless prey, one that had invited a predator into her lair, and now the predator was about to swallow her whole. There was no hope of escape. She was trapped.
Sharon stood still for the moment, a statue in the act of undressing with her eyes widened by fear. But through her terror she managed to maintain her poise, looking lovelier than ever with her blonde hair partly over her shoulders, shoulders that were smooth swells of delight. This made the man staring at her want to see more of her body. She realized she was hopelessly lost, and the virginity on which she had prided herself for keeping these past twenty years was about to be ripped from her body and lost forever.
Her large breasts swelled, tanned globes in the inadequate restraint of her small, white lacy half-brassiere. She realized that his seeing her in such intimate underwear let him know she was only too aware of how desirable a woman she was.
Hell! Her skin was so smooth, so perfect, so delicious-looking from top to bottom. She had shucked her half-slip, and the tiny indentation of her navel in an otherwise perfectly flat belly looked like a dark star in an amber sky. Staring at her silken-fleshed legs, he realized she was wearing transparent pantyhose, and they made her legs-shine.
"I want everything off," he told her. "Everything!"
Lamont was in no hurry. He was enjoying himself too much, watching the apprehensive slowness with which she was removing her clothing. The loveliness of her was something to be savored and not hurriedly gulped like some wine. He smiled to himself, confident of his ability to make things good for her. All the women he had bedded had loved it. It amused him to think she was terrified of the agony she was about to endure.
Sharon stood there, staring at the tip of his penis, thinking of it as a bright, purple doorknob. She was fascinated, unable to believe that anything like that, which might have looked proper on a horse, was attached to a man. Her body shuddered as she stared at the massive tan length of it. She found herself frightened, yet fascinated by it. She was certain her body would be wracked with pain if she tried to accept something so monstrous inside her. Good Heavens! What in the name of all that was holy - or unholy - was she thinking of? She was accepting the fact that she would permit that organ to penetrate her body. She ought to have been ashamed of herself. Now she was lowering herself to Lamont's level. Heck! Whatever was going to ultimately happen to her today was something she was unable to stop. If she ran for the phone, he would probably rip it out of the wall. All right, then. Let him do his worst and get it over with.
That enormous organ with its unseeing, dripping eye held her attention for the moment. It looked like some kind of python that was casting a spell over her. It's sinister size and throbbing, obvious desire, thrusting up licentiously into the air like a cobra rising from the basket of his pelvis made her more frightened than ever. How was any man able to walk sporting something that monstrous?
It'll be rape! she thought, wildly. Yes, of that much she was certain. No sane female would ever accept that monster between his legs into the simmering depths of her helpless body. Why there was no question but that certain membranes would be torn right out of her and her vaginal walls might be scarred. She would bleed like a stuck pig. God! For something with such a blunt nose, it looked too sharp to be trusted. There was no doubt that penetration by this spear would be extremely painful.
Without being told, Sharon tugged down her pantyhose, and she was left standing in two wisps of white lace, both of which stood out clearly on her tan body. The brassiere was hinged in the middle in front, resembling a wide-open oyster shell that seemed barely able to contain her feminine monuments. The lower garment, the bikini panties, were only a strip of white lace barely covering the delicate flower of her vagina opening.
Lamont felt his stomach tighten as his penis began violently twitching, jumping madly even though gripped by his hand. He was unable to remember seeing, at any time, a sight as wonderful, as arousing, as totally delectable as the almost-naked beauty of Sharon Seeley. Right now, his mind cleared itself of whatever future commitment that might develop between them. The only important thing was to fuck her. He was panting heavily, his heart speeding up its beating, and he knew if he didn't fuck her, his cock would shatter like brittle glass.
Sharon, staring at him, knew it would be impossible to stave him off any longer. The idea of exposing her total nudity to this particular man frightened her, yet it thrilled her, for he was the one man in all the men she had known who had thought enough of her to ask her hand in marriage at one time.
Trembling, she reached for the catch between the cups of her brassiere. The man sat very still at this point, his hand no longer stroking his human pole while he stared intently at what Sharon was doing. Her hand was trembling as her fingers touched the hinge between her breasts. She fumbled for an instant, and then the lacy white cups were peeled to the side to reveal the lush fullness of her swollen breasts - full, bouncing breasts, both firm, upstanding, showing no sign of sagging at all. They were two golden-fleshed firmaments tipped with bits of coral. Her nipples and areolae were far more pink than his mind would have envisioned, making her look more lovely than ever. What interested him most was the fact that as the brassiere came off, neither breasts dipped even a little. The lacy wisp dangled by its straps, and as Sharon's arms fell backward, the useless undergarment slid off her arms and fell to join the half-slip and pantyhose on the floor.
Something strange was taking place in the depths of Sharon's quaking body. She realized she was feeling a perverted thrill of her own. In spite of her fear, she liked the way Lamont was staring at her. She was obviously as beautiful in his eyes as her mirror had often told her. The overpowering magnetism of the man was affecting her, taking control of her, calming her inner self down a little, easing the over-powering, straining terror, turning her fear to an anticipatory tingling.
She felt a strange curiosity to discover all that would happen. She had seen medical movies of the human body, and she had seen drawings of penile penetration of the vagina. But none of it had aroused her nor had she been able to actually feel what would happen.
Quivering with a hidden list, she felt his eyes on her breasts, and it was almost as if his staring had become two mouths, nuzzling, sucking and pulling on her tumescent nipples, causing them to swell even more, Yes, she felt his stare as surely as she had felt his hands, moments before. Dear God! What was happening inside her? Was it possible that she had kept herself away from men, burying herself in her work, too long? God! Did having no man of her own mean that finding this man who had once loved her set her off like a crazy woman, making her mentally unbalanced?
In all her years, first living at home, then living in her apartment for the past two years alone, she had never had time to feel any pangs of regret. She had sincerely believed that she would be happier without experiencing the full range of human emotions. Emotions would only get in her way.
Lamont's eyes were still wandering up and down her delightful body. He gluttonously ate in every lithe, sinuous curve, adoring her slenderness, reveling in her suppleness. She had that lovely natural tan that would never fade, making her look more healthy than any other woman he had ever known. Too bad she was such a bitch! Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to fuck the bitchiness out of her. If that happened, well, maybe he wouldn't tire of her too quickly. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair in which he was sitting, his knuckles turning white with the effort as he continued staring at Sharon.
The woman was standing there in a strip of white lace that barely covered her tantalizing pubis. Her slender fingers eased down her satin-fleshed sides and slipped inside the elastic band of her lace panties, then little by little she peeled them down, tugging them to her ankles where they lay with her pantyhose. The hairs on her pelvis were barely visible, creating the effect of bareness. Yes, that was the sacred pubic triangle that hid beneath it all the deep, dark secrets within its portals. He continued staring as Sharon kicked her panties from her feet.
The shuddering and quaking within herself had stopped as Sharon accepted, almost with desire, the fact that she was about to have her vagina penetrated by a male penis. She was practical enough to accept it simply because there was nothing else to do. Certainly it didn't pay to lose her mind and go crackers over something like this.
Lamont had blocked every way out for her. He had outmaneuvered her, taking advantage of the fact that she was suddenly the poor one, and she began to feel a grudging respect for the man even if she was unable to appreciate his methods.
Somehow, now that all of her flesh was exposed, naked before his staring eyes, his mastery over her seemed to be dissipating to some degree. Being a cunning person, Sharon immediately felt a bit stronger and more certain of herself. This man was clearly dazzled by her body. As a result, some small amount of insolence returned as she walked up to the chair in which he was sitting, dressed only in her long honey-blonde hair.
Once again, the man began taking in all of her, starting at her head, allowing his staring eyes to move lower by degrees as he carefully took inventory of her body, absorbing how incredibly delightful she was. He found it hard to believe that she had reached the age of twenty, keeping her virgo intacta. Not that he had expected her to surrender herself to just any man. But he was certain she would have found some wealthy-doctor to dominate and become his mistress. He hadn't allowed for the fierce independent spirit she possessed. No man had ever penetrated her, or felt the warmth of her vaginal walls surrounding his cock. She, in turn, had never known the pleasure of having a male pike thrust into her. What a waste! What an absolute waste!
Well she would be wasted no more. He would see to that. God! She was so physically correct in every respect. Now that he'd had an opportunity to admire her physical attributes in their entirety, he realized she was more perfect than he had ever imagined. Too bad her character didn't match her body. She had all the right roundnesses where a woman ought to be round, slender in all the right places, and curvaceous where curves were to her best advantage.
He sat there for a long, long time, his eyes staring up at hers as she stood close to him, his peripheral vision seeing the rest of her as she stood with one knee slightly bent, so her pouting, barely hair-sprinkled pelvis seemed to form a base for those slender, pillory legs, while acting as a support for the smoothly flat plane of her soft tan belly. The jutting hips curved deliciously into her narrow waist. Her ribcage and such smoothly rounded shoulders to support such large breasts. They looked so large, so luscious, so tasty, and as they lightly jiggled with her breathing, rising like two great suns over and over, beaming their points of light, he basked in the warmth he imagined to be coming from them.
Sharon's lips were slightly parted. She never wore lipstick since her lips had a rich pinkness of their own that lipstick would have been unable to enhance.
Sharon's returning confidence suddenly began to ebb as she looked into the man's hungry eyes, seeing the change in them. The taut, clammy clutch of fright reached into her diaphragm again. Her would-be lover was gazing at her as if she were the beneficiary of a large life insurance policy - a valuable commodity - and his anxiously greedy eyes were trying hard to assess how much value she would be to him.
His swollenly upstanding erection appeared more menacing than ever. The lovely blonde woman trembled and squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she raised her arms across her body to shelter her breasts.
"Lamont . .. please. . .." she whimpered. "Everything you said about me is true ... but don't make things worse for me. I know now I've hurt you and I've done a lot of wrong things. Don't make me add to the list."
"This will probably be the first right thing you've ever done in you life, at least with regard to the emotional feelings of another human being. Come over a little closer!" he insisted, the salaciousness in his voice tinged with lascivity. .
Sharon sighed and opened her eyes very reluctantly, but afraid to look at the man, she stared down at the carpet at her feet, noting how her toes sank into the thick pile of the carpeting.
"I've changed my mind," she finally said. "I want to forget about the whole thing. Even if you did offer me marriage. I can see now that matrimony between us would never really work. Do me a favor, let me take my clothes into the bedroom while you get dressed out here, then please leave."
Though he had lacked self-confidence in his earlier years, ever since his books had started earning money, Lamont Dennison had developed his self-confidence to the point where no one would ever make him back down again. He had know all kinds of women in his thirty-five years, most of whom had been willing to share his bed, some few not so willing, but none so important that he cared one way of the other. But Sharon - she was a different story. Sharon had meant something right from the start. He had watched her grow up from a toddler to a pubescent little girl, to a ripening teenage. In fact, it was when she had started developing breasts, even when she'd still had baby fat on her that he'd come to realize he had feeling for the young girl. Because of her age, it would have been improper to let anyone know just what he was feeling, and he had kept it all hidden until she had reached her seventeenth birthday. Then and only then had he offered to take her out.
Sharon had accepted an initial date with him because, in spite of his seemingly indolent behavior, he was a mature man. All her previous dates had been with boys in the eighteen to twenty-year-old range. Lamont Dennison was an adult man, and knowing she was capable of arousing the interest of such a man, especially since this man was rumored to date just about any glamour girl he wanted, made her feel so grown up. What frightened her most at that time was the fact that he was the only male she had ever dated who did make her heart beat a little faster. She had imagined that after one date, he would probably never want to bother with her again. When he had continued dating her without trying to make advances, she figured he would soon get tired of her. She had hoped so since she did have an inner feeling of warmth when she was with him. It was this feeling of wanting to be with him that had triggered her final outburst at him the day he had proposed marriage. That, plus the common sense factor that the man would never be able to support her and might expect her to support him.
What made Lamont smile was the knowledge that in spite of her high-handed behavior and her snobbishness, and in spite of her fear of pain, she might very well be inwardly aching for this to happen. Not that he had any present illusions about her being in love with him. Nevertheless, as a doctor, she would be interested in experimenting, if only to learn what it was like.
Slowly rising to his feet, he reached out, closed his fingers around her right arm, and slowly pulled her toward him, saying, "Whom do you think you're kidding, Sharon? You're dying to find out what it's like to be pronged. Maybe you hoped to find someone more romantic, or someone who would let you control your own defloration, but the simple fact is, your curiosity is burning inside you. It's much stronger than the fear you profess to feel for me."
"You're crazy!" she gasped.
"Am I?" he asked. "You allowed me to come up here tonight, thinking to convince me to ask you to marry me. You know what marriage would entail, but you were willing to 'endure it' in order to have that financial security you've wanted all your life. The funny thing is, poverty is the one thing that would have made a truly adult woman out of you. From what I've heard of your medical abilities, within two years of the time you set up your own medical practice, you would once again be wealthy, but more important, you would be independent. But the idea of living in squalor, even for a short period of time so terrified you, in me you saw an opportunity to regain the status wealth would give you."
"How dare you talk to me that way," she snorted, her gaze burning into his.
"Well I'm not going to give you the wedding or the license----yet. Maybe I'll never give them to you.
Maybe you'll bore me. But the fact remains, before I leave here, I'm the one who's going to do the boring. I'm going to bore right into you. After it's all over, I'll give you the money to live here by yourself another month. Then it'll be up to you to decide whether or not you'll do as I say at all times.
He had pressed his mouth to her ear so that the words burned into her aural canal. All the while his eyes stared at her honey-blonde hair, arousal more rampant in him than ever.
Sharon felt the terrible iron bar, the length of fleshy, petrified manhood that was his throbbing cock. It pressed its length into her belly standing upright between them, and she was certain it was sharp-edged enough to slice right through her tender stomach. The words he had spoken were even more terrible because she knew he was going to make it all come true. He had changed, changed into such an extremely masculine man that she was limp before him. A horrible numbness was taking total control of her, starting at her toes and slowly working is way up to her brain, dulling it.
Even as he spoke, she was aware of his hands sliding along her hips. He made her tingle as his fingers touched her flesh, kneading her as if she were malleable clay. His hands moved higher and higher until they once again cupped the fullness of her breasts. In terror she twisted her body so that her back was to him, but all she succeeded in doing was pressing her rounded buttocks against his upstanding penis. His two hands, in the meantime, continued filling themselves with her breasts. Like twin steel traps his fingers closed about the full mammaries, and Sharon trembled, doing her best to prevent herself from feeling or looking at anything.
"You don't really know what you're feeling," he told her. "You can't tell if you hate me or love me. I'm the fool who's been so in love with you that I was willing to endure the biting words you've been throwing at me all evening. Well, the time has come to find out if I can lose that love. What I'm going to do is grant a small subconscious wish of yours."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" she asked.
"I'm talking about letting you control your own defloration," he smirked. "Let's face it, Sharon. We both know this is something you've hoped for. Even though I'm not offering the preacher and the license with it, I'm offering you this one chance to be, for a little while, the dominant partner. I'm going to put you in the driver's seat."
Before Sharon had a chance to figure out what he was talking about, Lamont backed into his chair, flopping into it while pulling on her arm to make her whip around to face him. Knowing the time had come to fuck her, he was gasping, his breath coming out in heavily tortured weightiness. While keeping his grip firmly on her, he reached forward, put an arm around her waist, and pulled her forward. He made her spread her thighs so that each of her legs was now draped over the arm of the chair. Fortunately, the chair's arms were relatively low and not like the old-fashioned overstuffed chairs.
Sharon realized only the pressure of her thighs on the chair's arms kept her vagina from touching the tip of the man's upstanding penis.
"You can make it quick for yourself, or slow," he told her. "But either way it's going to happen. Your virginal membrane is a delicate piece of tissue, but it's also elastic. If you go slow, you'll stretch it a lot before you break it. That'll hurt all the more. If you sit down quickly, the pain will be over in almost no time. It's up to you, Sharon."
Looking at him sitting there Sharon thought of him as a huge monster about to devour its meal for the evening as his eyes washed all over her torso. There seemed to be no escape.
"I'll help," he insisted, gripping her waist and poising her so that the tip of his penis was aimed straight up at the narrow little hole at the bottom of her vaginal slit.
Sharon felt more afraid than ever, but she didn't have the courage to resist. A gasp escaped from her lips as she felt the dome of his penis through her outer lips, then press against her inner lips, forcing them to widen. The smooth knob was perfectly in place, its very tip lodged against her vulval opening.
"Now!" he told her, "just let yourself sit as fast as you can!"
But Sharon remained posed, terrified, not wanting to feel the agony. She was shivering, and had his hands not been gripping her waist, she would have pulled away.
"All right!" he said. T offered you the chance to do it. Now I'll have to do it.!"
"NO!!!" she shrieked.
"Yessssss...."he hissed, and his two hands reached up and gripped her shoulders. With what felt like a powerful thrust, he didn't merely lower her onto his upstanding pike, but literally hammered her viciously down. Her vaginal tunnel found itself strained wide, the membraneous walls suddenly stretching, something they had never been forced to do before. His cock spread her tightly tender narrowness as if her flesh was melting margarine. It rammed through the blockage that was her hymen with no difficulty at all, shattering it into a million little bits and pieces.
Torment ripped though the center of Sharon's body. It was an agony she would have never been able to imagine, running from the center of her cunt straight through her body up to her brain. It seared through her, tearing at her very vitals, causing a rippling, excruciating torture. The pain was unbelievable!
Sharon found herself shrieking out loud, as if someone had shoved a bayonet into her. It was a lancing horror, burning through her as never before, and she prayed to some nameless deity whom she didn't believe in that the end be quick and over with in a hurry. A wickedly corkscrewing drill was spinning through the inner parts of her trembling body, slicing away at the walls of her interior, pushing organs before it as it continued heedlessly entering the bloody vessel that had once been the most sacrosanct part of her body.
Nothing, nothing in the entire spectrum of her knowledge concerning sex - and her knowledge was considerable, taking into account that she had never been a participant - had prepared her for the total torment she was presently experiencing. This man was a raging maniac, wreaking vengeance on her for something she had said years earlier, and what he was doing to her pained her far more than her words had hurt him. He was using her brutally, pitilessly, degradingly, and her inner body, totally unused to this kind of invasion, and certainly unprepared for a flagpole of such thickness and length, felt itself damaged beyond repair. This was sheer hell! The gigantic javelin continued skewering through her tender body, widening her narrow feminine pocket.
Lamont was well aware of his heated pole seemingly slicing into the tenderness of her softy resisting flesh. He knew without the slightest doubt that Sharon's cunt had to be the tightest, narrowest, most wonderful furrow he had ever plumbed. The hardness of his broad cock jerked and shuddered with delight in the seething depths of her close, tan body, the spade-shaped head aching to push itself higher and bury itself that much more deeply - this, even though his entire shaft, right down to the balls, was covered with her tightly clamping feminine walls, walls that continued their delicious resistance.
Jesus H Christ! This had to be the narrowest cunt in the entire world. He had taken the virginity of more than one other woman, and they had all been tight, but in no way compared to the sucking grip this cunt had on his cock. A deep gasp came from the depths of his chest as he gripped her legs and pulled them toward the rear of the chair, all but motioning for her to clamp her ankles around the back of the chair in order for his cock to burrow more deeply. Her rounded buttocks were on his upper thighs, and there was no way on earth for him to plummet any deeper.
Sharon was groaning and gasping, incoherently making all kinds of moaning sounds, her small hands tightly clutching Lamont's shoulders as she strained, with her calves against the arms of the chair, to lift herself a little and ease the agony within her. Her full breasts were being mashed against the man's chest as he held her tightly around the waist now. One hand slid upward from behind and gripped her hair. He tugged her face backward, tilting it up toward his, and his mouth all but crushed hers. His long, hot, thick tongue fucked itself between her lips, plunging into the heated cavern of her mouth, echoing in her oral cave what his hard cock was doing embedded into the sunken depths of her clamping vaginal maw.
Lamont had expected that with such pain, Sharon would probably bleed a lot. He was pleasantly surprised to find most of the liquid seeping from her narrow vaginal vestibule to be lubrication. There was the barest tinge of pink to let him know there had been the littlest bit of bleeding.
Sharon squirmed and wriggled, aware that at the moment she was completely at this man's mercy. Her mind slowly began functioning again, and she realized precisely how deep this man was buried inside her quivering cunnus. In fact, she was impaled at both top and bottom, his enormously pulsing penis probing her helpless cuntal depths, and his tongue sinking into her oral depths. The pain she was feeling was a cover of total agony that completely blanketed her, clinging to her like Saran wrap. Every cell in her quivering body cried out for relief, but Sharon knew it was too late. There would be none of that for her. She was caught, trapped, pinned down like a helpless moth. Her entire self was totally at the mercy of this madman, but mercy was the only thing he didn't offer.
Sharon realized she was panting, struggling to breathe, aching to pull air into her heavily laboring lungs as sobs continued bubbling up in powerfully wracking, stifled groans, stifled only because his mouth continued invading hers. The continuous tears she had never shed before this night kept creeping helplessly from beneath her fluttering eyelashes. She was feeling sorry for herself, knowing her position was hopeless. He had her where he wanted her, and he was going to keep her there until he was content with the conclusion. Her maidenhood was lost forever, and all the remained was for her to somehow or other find a way to live through this torturous agony. It was an inner pain that threatened to literally tear her in half, yet she had to survive it, though at the moment she had no idea how she was going to do it.
His hands were all over her, two burning brands that seared her naturally tan flesh. In her mind's eye she saw the black and blue marks they had to be leaving wherever they touched her.
Sharon continued outwardly whining and sniveling, sobbing anxiously around the length of slithery tongue that kept working in and out of her mouth. God! He had a long tongue. She felt he must be related to an aardvark as she felt the tip of it almost touch her throat. When would this hell-on-earth for her end.
But for Lamont it was just the opposite. This was paradise, and he was in the middle of it. Everything felt wonderful, and what was more, the feelings were improving as his throbbing penis seemingly lurched ever higher into the clinging nirvana of her close-walled pussy. Her vagina seemed to hold itself around the hardness of his cock like a form-fitting condom.
Lamont knew there was really no way he would have been able to make things easier for Sharon. Not that he really wanted to. She deserved this agony for making his life a hell. As far as he was concerned, she had led him on when they had dated. She had been the only girl he had respected, partly because of her youth, partly because of the strong feelings he'd had for her - still had for her. But cruel as his entry into her had been, it would have been far more agonizing had he let her inch her way down on his cock. The lustful pressure on her shoulders forcing her to drop quickly had been swift, agonizing, but neat. She was feeling overpowering pain, possible because she'd had more nerve endings in her membrane than most women, but he knew the greater the torment, the faster it ended, and the more sensuous the woman was, afterward.
Poor Sharon! She had not only wanted to control her own life, but had wanted to control the life of the man she would one day marry. She had wanted to marry for money, thinking a good fucking was something she'd be able to take or leave, never thinking in terms of actually enjoying it, herself. As long as she got what she wanted, she was willing to give a little of herself, but as little as possible. Though more than willing to give of herself in the field of medicine, she had no wish to give of herself as a woman.
Well, he had put her in the driver's seat - literally. She was still there. For this to reach a successful conclusion, she was the one who would have to do most of the "driving". Now that he had her here, it was time to see how she would react.
Pulling his mouth from hers, he let his hands slide down and fill themselves with the globes of her ass. His palms applied pressure, lifting her just a little, letting her know precisely how she was supposed to move. Little by little he lifted her higher, and for a brief instant Sharon thought he was taking his shish-kebab skewer out of her. But he only raised her lovely buttocks high enough to expose the wetly glistening length of his solidly pulsating shaft. The enormous plum-purple head remained locked inside, clutched by the tugging narrowness of her vulva. He leaned back a little and stared down at the barely pink drops of lubricating fluid spotting his pubic hairs, as well as the oil-coated penile length as it hovered with only the very point buried inside her. Then he slowly, gently, carefully eased her tender body down, down, down over his cunt-lusting, upward stabbing white-hot probe until all of it was once again buried in the teeming depths of her delicious femaleness. He was very much aware of how bare her pubis felt when it rubbed against his black pelvic hairs, and he had to admit, the sensation was different from when the hairs of other women intermingled with his own.
"Hhhhhhaaaauuuuughhhhh ... dear G-o-o-o-o-o-dddddd!" Sharon cried aloud, the gasp part of an intake of breath.
It was the only sound Sharon made at the moment, but it aptly expressed the sensation of incredible feeling caused by the man's pulsating cock as it was once again slowly devoured by her vagina. Her cunt was the monster, hungrily gobbling up his entire penile length as he allowed her to slide all the way down again.
Sharon felt a sudden hatred, but this time aimed at herself, and not the man brutalizing her. She hated herself because through the pain and the agony and the hurt she began feeling another sensation, one totally alien to her body until now. Her stingily tight, clamping vagina sucked up the entire length of his massively bulging penis, basting it with her hot inner sauces while her vagina muscles, like thousands of tiny little fingers, kneaded it, chewing on it, sucking it, pulling in every last little inch that was available. Once again she had taken the entire length into the hollowed, hallowed depths of her burning cunt. This caused a moan of ecstasy to rip from the man's throat.
Sharon was aware of the man's powerful hands leaving her buttocks and his arms surrounding her back, pulling her tightly against him as his hungry mouth finally found her lovely breast. His lips closed tightly, hungrily over her right nipple, and he began nursing at it like a starving baby. The pulling sensation of his lips caused jagged streaks of static rapture to wildly race through her shuddering loins. The anxious woman felt her inner passage congest even more tightly in a pressuring convulsion around his mighty ramrod of phallic hardness as it buried itself again, ever so deeply within her tenderly ravished womanly flesh. The terrible poniard of pain still streaking through her was now striped with wide and wider streaks of this new feeling. Pleasure! What was more, the agony within her was continually lessening. His surrounding arms were hard and huge and demanding, and she felt her hot blood thudding through her temples as he clung to her, voraciously teasing her nipple with his tongue. Then he sucked the entire breast into his mouth, as if intent on masticating the entire mammary. He sucked so strongly, Sharon thought he might actually be trying to pull milk from within her. With each passing second, as the pain continued disappearing, so did her strength, and soon she was feeling limp.
"Uuuuuuunnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped, and her arms involuntarily wrapped themselves around the dark-haired man's wide, solid shoulders, her fingers interlacing themselves in his hair.
Now she was the one pressing his face into the rounded mammaries of her chest, tugging his lips all the more solidly against the fullness of her tantalizing breast. His tongue was working madly, wildly encircling the pellet-like nipple, teasing it to full rigidity, whirling around the sensitive areola, bathing the breast repeatedly with his heated saliva.
It was as if he had tapped some kind of heated wellspring, and in his mind imagined drops of honey seemed to come from the tensed and turgid tip, mingling with the droplets of perspiration forming there and falling into his ferociously hungry mouth. Apparently this brutish monster that called himself a man had somehow or other found a way to ease the terrible pain invading her helpless body, and now, because of the way he was sucking, each up-and-down movement of her crotch in his lap not only sent wild waves of shuddering sensation charging through her, but seemed to actually be healing the initial torment she had been feeling.
Sharon was only too quickly becoming aware of the burning heat of passion working its way through her tenderly quivering body. It was hurriedly replacing the hotspots of pain she had previously felt. It was as if the tattered remnants of her body were being pulled together again, and she was once more being made whole. More than that, she was learning what it was like to be a woman. She felt a sense of fulfillment starting to grow in her that she had never known before. Her inner being was flooded with more and more of her own lubricious oils. Her ears picked up the sucking, seeping, oily sounds her vagina was making as it continued hugging and surrounding the solidly merciless shaft that continued rampaging its way straight up through her quaking self.
She was being fucked! Yes, that was the word, and no other word was able to more adequately describe what she was feeling. She was being fucked, and fucking was good!
Lamont finally opened his mouth and released the weighty fullness of her lovely breast. He used the flat of his tongue to lick wet paths of tingling delight across the deliriously golden terrain of her rosy tipped twin peaks. He blazed new trails with his adventurous tongue, leaving wide swaths of wet saliva as a trail until the tongue managed to cover all of both mammaries, making them both shine, and wiping out any evidence of any kind of salivary trail. Then, and only then did the man pull back briefly to view the quivering feminine monuments of flesh that shook at his very touch.
He hugged her tightly to him, his teeth seeking, finding, and nibbling her left earlobe. Sighs and gasps of delight were now coming from within her, moans that had become mewls of desire which in turn were translated into pleas that she might feel more of his wonderful mouth as he became aware of the compressingly wet walls of her vagina squeeze his intruder that much more tightly as it began gripping and tugging it. Her tight pussy was milking the throbbingly enlarged length of his aching cock. Sharon's oily lubriciousness was oozing out of her, running down the length of Lamont's upthrust pole, continually making it easier for her to ride up and down its length as the man constantly humped his buttocks upward in counterpoint to her downward thrusts. More gasping sounds came from Sharon's panting lips, and she felt as if the cock moving through her cunt was an electric cattle prod, though rather than burning her, it was sizzling her with pure and utter thrills.
Lamont had hoped she would be bad enough for him to fuck out of his system once and for all. But if this was the way she reacted after having been deflowered, he knew she was not only good, but far better than any of the countless other women he had known. God! Hers had to be the hottest pussy he had ever pounded. Despite her previous haughtiness and nasty disposition, and even though she had claimed she hated him, she was revealing to him precisely what she was feeling. Every inner quiver became apparent, making it plain to him that she was responding with an internal passion far greater than that belonging to any other woman he had ever known.
Sharon's flesh was rippling and tingling as if it had been shot through and through with bolts of lightning. A charge of strong electrical impulses seemed to be playing in blue-flamed masses all over her tender body. What little pain that did remain was presently being rapidly transformed into that vague area where torment and delight were so totally intertwined, it was impossible to separate one from "the other, and their connubial joining was permanent, connubial in the fleshy sense if not in the legal sense.
For the moment, Sharon had been tamed. She was numbly rejecting any little voices whispering to her how degrading all this was. At the moment she no longer cared that she was a victim, one who had been virtually raped, whose body was being put to use for the benefit of a particular man. After all, if he was using her, then he was also being used by her. If there were to be consequences of conscience, which was highly unlikely in her case, she had no intention of allowing herself to suffer right now. Nor was she worried about pregnancy. As a doctor, she had access to the "After-Pill," a newly developed contraceptive pill that a woman was able to take up to forty-eight hours following intercourse, and if there was any "foreign object" in her body, it would be flushed right out.
This present moment was all the reality that mattered, and Sharon decided that if Dante's Inferno was correct, and she had to go through eternity genitally joined to this man, it would have been a pleasure, not an ordeal. She was sitting in this masculine seat of unrighteousness and loving it. Her body was in the arms of a man who had brutally raped her, and he continued piercing her womanhood with his masculine saber of sensuousness, lifting his hips and sinking the full length of it into her deeply aching and yearning depths.
Her walls clung to the throbbing probe each time it penetrated her, smothering it in a muscular embrace. Powerful rasping groans were rising from the man's panting chest as it pressed against the lovely swells of Sharon's own chest.
The beautiful blonde felt quivery thrills continuing to mount ever higher in the seething depths of her internal being, and she soon found she was rising and falling on the impaling cylinder all by herself, with no further urging from Lamont. His cheek was rubbing against hers, and she felt the smoothness of his clean shaven face. She gasped when his hands gripped her pounding buttocks and helped them slam all the more powerfully against his thighs, glorying in the delightful compound of pleasure-pain filling her trembling body.
"Oh yes, Sharon, yes ... that's the way to do it, honey!" he panted heavily into her shell-shaped ear, an ear almost hidden by her flowing golden hair. "Keep sitting on me as hard as you can, Sharon. Slam that wonderful little ass of yours firmly against my thighs. Don't stop now, honey. We're almost at heaven's gate."
Sharon leaned back and almost tumbled backward. But Lamont's hands moved from her buttocks and grabbed the full swells of her breasts, caressing the wonderful golden flesh and enjoying the quivering mammarial weight. The nipples, which had been a tea-rose pink before, now looked more like American Beauty extensions, and they all but cut into his palms. He tugged her close to him again, his hands still on the bowls of her breasts, his face nuzzling against the throbbing pulse on the right side of her throat. He pressed his lips against the heavily pounding artery, kissing it again and again, sending searing flashes of lust through the woman who had sworn she was incapable of feeling physical desire for any man. His huge testicles were swollen and pressed into his groin as his scrotum tightened. The two bloated stones within felt filled with lava. His flexing phallus rammed its head against the very backwall of her cunt - the last part of paradise. Though he would hoped for his fascination for this woman to come to an end, Lamont realized a whole new promised land of exciting desire was not opening up to him.
Though she was enjoying the feelings rampaging through her more and more, Sharon began to think rationally again, and she felt hatred for this man and the horrible and agonizing way in which he had introduced her to sex. Even so, her body remained a traitor to her mind, joinging Lamont's cause. Her hot cunt contunued writhing and gliding and rubbing against and around the pulsing tower of masculine flesh embedded within her, making her skin tingle. The sensations continuing to mount within her were so new, so different, she was unable to believe everything she was feeling. Once, when in college, she had seen a romance book fall from one of the other girls' school books. She had wanted to give it back, but the girl had gotten on a bus by them time Sharon had picked it up. So Sharon had taken the book home with her and read it. She had scoffed when the book had attempted to verbally convey the essence of such feelings, but now her scoffing was not because of disbelief in what the book had said. Rather the book had understated the wonderful thrills, the marvelous passions, the delightful enjoyments all blistering through her at the same time.
The flaring emanations now radiating from the man whose powerful body held her in his lap enclosed Sharon in their strong magnetic field. She realized that for the moment she was unable to fight them, and being a person imbued with common sense, she knew that smart thing would be to go along with them. His burning lips continued kissing their way up and down her pillarly throat, causing new passions to mount in the depths of her body. Just feeling his rampant penis flowing in and out of her tightness made her quiver with the need for more. He had promised her an orgasm, claiming it felt even better than this which she was presently feeling, but Sharon felt it was impossible for anything to feel better. The blossoming and flowering taking place within her was as if a new, unknown sun had awakened nerve-endings in what have previously been a hallow shell.
For Sharon there was definitely no turning back. Having come this far, having experienced this rapture, this center of all sensation, this feeling of a marvelous power and inner lust that seemed to exist within her made her sit her masculine throne all the more securely. Without realizing it, Lamont had made her aware that she was queenly in yet another way. Though she had no idea that other women were less arousing than herself, she did know how strong an effect she had on this man, and eventually she would turn the tables, and she would be the one to dominate. It stood to reason that if she was unable to get enough of him, then he was unable to get enough of her. But rather than withhold her favors in the hope of getting something from him, she would continue offering it to him, making him believe he was forcing her all the time. Eventually he would believe her so captivated by him, he would once again fall madly in love with her. Then she would offer her charms to some other wealthy man and leave Lamont. Wealthy men were coming and going from the hospital all the time. Surely at least one of them would be single and feel Sharon was good enough to marry.
Cupping her full breasts as if they were swollen chalices, Lamont drank the wonderful mead from their bright-red tips. It was perspiration, but to him it tasted like sweet honeyed nectar flowing heavily down his greedily gullet as his fingers continued molding the heated flesh that seemed to flare beneath his fingertips. Like powerful insect mandibles his gripping hands squeezed her silkenly rounded tan hips. It was as if his fingertips were actually able to feel the lunging of his cock in and out of her womanly canal as it continued burying itself in the flourishing depths of her pulsating pussy. His fingers solidly gripped the flesh-covered, almost bare pelvis that kissed his own pubis each time she solidly let her cunt all the way down in his lap.
His mouth was still sucking on the one nipple, as if nourishment flowed to feed him while his cock continued pounding upward into the wonderful garden of wonderfully responding inner womanhood. She was so deliciously tight and hollow, so wetly wonderful. Fiery streaks of thrilling sensation burned from the minaret-shaped head of his pulsating organ as it continually slipped past the opening into her womb in order to batter at the innermost wall of her vagina. He rotated his anxiously heated hips as Sharon ground hers down against him, letting her cunt envelop the seemingly blundering, mindless, blunt-headed shaft. Lamont knew paradise awaited only a few strokes away, and he was reaching out to it.
"Aaaaaaannhhhhhhh ... yesssssssss...." Sharon hissed, for the first time verbally letting him know she wanted him to do this.
Lamont smiled to himself, reassured that what he had done was the right thing. He would not have done this with any other female, but Sharon had deserved the rough treatment, and she had gotten it.
Sharon shuddered as his teeth ground their edges against her ultra-sensitive nipple, causing delightful sparks to fly every which way within her. Total bliss continued jetting through her quivering blood vessels, and she felt she had as many nerve endings as their were sand grains in the desert. Sharon was aware of the wonderful pinpointing of sensation in every one of her pores. Minor explosions were taking place inside her, and she knew she was having small orgasms. They did feel more wonderful than the mere thrusting of his penis into her, yet the more she felt, the more she wanted. Whatever she was feeling simply wasn't enough. A million shivering splinters of sensation coursed through her.
Screams and moans spewed alternately from the lovely female doctor's mouth as she was aware of her internal self becoming even hotter than before. All the while she continued stroking herself up and down the length of his driving rod. The thrusting penis slammed into her intense depths with ever-more-powerful force. Sharon shook, and her lovely head flung itself way back, her throat looking as long as that of the Boticelli, Venis Rising From the Sea. Her long blonde hair played down her back. To Lamont, she looked even more beautiful in contortions of rapture as she twisted and wriggled in sensually thrilling and delighted ecstasy.
Signals from deep inside both their bodies were urging them on, making Sharon bounce all the faster. Their minds were fused together for the moment, both concentrating on a single thing - the ultimate release from this pent-up torment charging through them. The intricate mechanisms in both of them were moving in full gear. Lamont felt his aching loins ache even more as his swollen balls were pressed all the more firmly into his crotch by his crushing scrotum.
An infinitely small gate was opening somewhere inside the man. Soon, very soon the floodtide of desire would wash through him and carry him into eternity.
He thrust his cock upward with a mighty heave, slamming it into the deepest part of her dark channel - an elastic channel that was anxiously sucking, desperately milking, tightly clasping walls of membrane that held him firmly within.
All of a sudden he pushed forward and rose to his feet, his hands gripping Sharon's buttocks to keep her in place. She automatically twined her calves around his back.
"Now!" he yelled at her. "I want you to come, now!"
His voice sounded like a bellowing roar as he felt the jumping of his testicles, releasing the sperm which traveled into his prostate, and from there was washed up through the urtheral tube in the penis. The first real spurt came needling from the narrow eyelet in the tip of his pulsating penis. It splashed against her cervical opening because his cock was on the backstroke when it occurred. For Lamont, this was what he had been waiting for.
"AAAAAU YYYYYA AAAAIIIIIGGG GGHRRR RRRGGG GGGHHH HHAAAA UUUWWW EEE-EEE HHHHHH YYYYYY AAAAAA GGGGGH HHHHUU UUUGGG HHHHH!" he bellowed.
The needle spurts turned into torrential storms, and soon he was coming in drenching, splashing blasts as the entire world seemed to fall apart behind his eyes. For the moment he felt himself more powerful than any man in the world, and he was emptying his power into the wonderful tender, soft vessel. He had finally conquered Sharon Seeley, the only woman he had ever cared to conquer. The entire spectrum of life was his now, and he would go on forever.
For Sharon there was that momentary little fraction in time when all laboring seemed to suddenly halt. It all came to a poignant stop as she felt the first squirt of his hot sperm splashing through her shuddering vagina. It coated her cervix and poured into her womb in heavy boiling droplets that seared her interior like tongues of lava. This heated sensation was precisely what she needed to ignite that final rocket stage in her own quivering body, lighting up her world in a blaze of flashing glory as the wonderfully strange, never-before-known sensation of the battering penis erupted in her belly filling her with his essence.
She wanted to hate him, but as he fired into her, she realized now that part of him was inside her, she would eventually gain control over him. It was obvious from the glaze in his eyes, and the passion scrawled all over his face that this was an extremely strong climax. This caused her own internal self to start in motion, ' and for the moment her only thoughts were on attaining that ultimate peak, herself. Yes, yes... it was happening ... she was bursting and inwardly exploding, and somehow she felt her own eruption would match that of Lamont Dennison in every way. Together they went into nova, an exploding sun that would incinerate the planets around it.
"AAA AAIIIIYYYYYY EEEEEA AAAAGG GGG- GHH HHH-AAAA HUUUUU NNNNNNG GGG-HHH HHHAAA AAAYYY YYIIII YYYEEE EEA-AAA GGGGGH HHHHH!" she yelled, screaming out her thrilled rapture to the entire world as her inner self sucked the flowing gush from his pulsating cock. Tides inundated shorelines, gale winds whipped the seas, trickling streams reversed themselves and flowed uphill, as flares exploded from the sun itself, and stars continually flashed. Sensation was gloriously on her as never before, and Sharon felt herself borne up into the heavens, floating all by herself, floating forever.