Chapter 9
Cora blinked pathetically up at her tormentor and swallowed hard. She stared down at her sticky fingers and then up into his jowled face. He grinned lopsidedly and without unfastening his eyes from her naked lusciousness, he rose to unfasten his pants.
A moment later, the Mayor of Lawrence stood completely naked, his pulsing, heavy cock standing out like a tree branch from his paunch with his weighty balls swaying between his thick thighs as he stroked the thick foreskin back and forth over the mushroomed head.
His bulk closed in on her where she sat, a trembling, cringing creature sinking into the sofa cushions. A pathetic mewl broke from her lungs and snakes seemed to crawl up her spine when Earl reached down with one meaty hand and ran his hot palm over the mounds of her breasts and down further over the satiny skin over her belly to the soft, fleshy folds of her cunt below.
Cora sucked in her breath as his touch sent unwanted ripples of fear-awakened titillation over her shuddering body until her nerve ends felt scorched and frizzled. A rash of goosebumps beaded over the golden satin of her skin. Dear Lord, what had happened to her within the past few days that her body would so readily betray her spirit?
"The Colonel's wife is getting horny, huh?" guffawed the Mayor, reaching down to tweak painfully at her right nipple, grinning as the puffiness tightened into a rosebud of sensitivity.
"Never ... not with you ... you PIG!" she spat.
"Save that word for your Cuban boys, Cora!" he bellowed back in a gust of foul wind that fairly pinned her to the sofa.
Cora blinked up at him, wondering if he'd beat her as he did his wife, Joyce. "Do whatever you must, and then get out of my house!" sobbed Cora, weary of the torment, the endless torment that clouded her life since the first Cuban refugee stepped foot in Lawrence, Kansas.
"I'll do with you what I please ... when I please. I'm the Mayor of this hick town, and don't you forget it!" he rasped, enjoying his hold on this gorgeous slut.
His greedy eyes were feasting on her cringing nakedness, and the Mayor lowered his bulk onto the sofa, then crouched on all squatting fours. The breath hissed from his lungs; the position was not easy for a man of his size. The frail body beneath him shivered as he rested his palms hard on the insides of her thighs. His mouth watered as his eyes fatened onto the hair-framed slit of her open cunt, dripping with juices a few inches from his quivering lips. A string of saliva drooled down his chin to dribble obscenely onto the lubricating juices oozing from the narrow hole at the bottom of her smooth tawny belly.
With a horrified gasp, Cora gazed down at the man shamelessly crouched between her parted thighs. She could feel his hot, sweating palms pressed against the soft flesh of her inner thighs and then she felt it.
"EEEIIII ... aggghhh...." she groaned piteously, her body spasming convulsively as his hot lips clamped down over the pulsating flanges of her vagina. His lips sucked, drawing the warm, soft, fleshy folds deep into the warmth of his mouth, while his tongue began a maddening licking against the bulb of her excited clitoris. She wriggled her buttocks into the sofa, struggling to escape the damningly wonderful sensation, but instead her body drew trump and she wriggled against him. His tongue tip worked its way up and down the wet, narrow slit. Her hips ground wildly into the cushions, soft mewling animal sounds of pleasure bubbling from her clenched teeth.
Abruptly, he stopped. Cora's eyes blinked open in silent disappointment.
"Like that, huh?" he grunted, grinning salaciously up into her puzzled face, glistening with her cuntal juices.
Cora refused to answer. She turned her head aside, her body sizzling with the need for release ... but not with the odious Mayor of Lawrence! NEVER!
"Okay, you don't wanna talk to Earl ... if that's the way you want it!" He grabbed her harshly by the arm. "Turn over ... Earl's got a treat for ya!"
What choice had she but to obey? His bruising fingers were torturing her arm, cutting off the blood supply. She twisted around on the sofa, changing positions until she was kneeling with her body resting on the back cushions. She felt him rise from the sofa and stand up behind her, his beefy hands suddenly resting on the smooth half moons of her buttocks. She shivered at the feel of him kissing the cheeks of her tanned ass, biting into them with sharp little werewolf nips.
She stiffened. He'd pried open her buttocks, drawing the cheeks wide apart, then licked the crevice between with long, slurping strokes. He pulled and stretched at her asshole and she could feel the strain on the tight, resisting, rubbery ring of her rectum. Never ... even at the hands of the raping Cuban refugees had she felt so obscenely naked and vulnerable! The panting Mayor leaned over her buttocks and slobberingly kissed and lapped at the tiny, brown puckered hole as if it were another cunt. Cora's tiny palms were filled with wads of sofa upholstery as her polished fingertips clawed bird-like and she clenched her teeth against the traitorous sensations rippling over her satiny flesh.
She shuddered when she felt the tip of his finger at the hole of her most private anatomy and she jerked automatically away from the strange sensation.
"Open your ass!" he bellowed, jabbing at the tightly clenching hole.
Open my ass...? What's he talking about?
Whop! One beefy palm slapped across her buttocks, jarring her senses.
"I said relax ... and open your ass!"
A long sigh of submission tore from Cora's lungs as she gasped, then relaxed and let the odious creature behind her maliciously, painfully taunt her naked flesh. For a moment longer he probed at the outer edges of the small elastic hole, then shoved forward, sadistically sinking his finger up to the first knuckle in her buttery depths.
Cora stiffened and relaxed. To her shock the pain subsided when she took a deep breath and released it slowly. Earl dug into the tight hole, squirming his thick finger slowly into the velvety depths of her rectum.
She was proud of her brave efforts at tolerating his rape ... until suddenly she felt the extra pinching pressure of a second finger ramming unexpectedly alongside the first. She struggled to cringe away from him, but he kept on her trail, pinning her upper torso to the back of the sofa with the palm of his meaty hand.
"Please ... Earl ... Mayor ... that hurts!" she hissed. "Please stop!" Tears of real pain and mortification streamed down her satin cheeks as she realized he was hellbent on sodomizing her! Never could she live through the humiliation ... and be a good, loving wife to Leo.
In cruel mockery to her sobbing despair, his fingers began to work together inside the clinging hole of her rectum, grinding down into the contracted anal tissue, stretching it mercilessly as he twisted and turned his fingers in that tiny hole, preparing it for the massive invasion of his burgeoning cock. She tried valiantly to jerk her buttocks free, but her quivers only incited him to probe deeper and more painfully into her depths.
"I ain' fucked a bitch in the ass since my wedding night," he snickered. "You got a nice ass, Cora ... nice and clean."
As suddenly as he'd shoved his fingers into her, he pulled them out. Reluctantly they popped out, the rubbery skin of her anus clinging to them and making embarrassing hissing sounds that stung the captive's ears. Climbing onto the couch behind her, he forced her slender legs wide with his hairy knees, then moistened the tiny hole with a drop of warm saliva, preparing for the battering assault. Held wide and helpless, completely at the Mayor's maniacal mercy, she bit down on her lower lip, preparing for the first cruel lunge.
His hands grasped her hips, his fingers dug into the flesh, holding them firmly in the air as she felt the excitedly pulsating head of his cock resting within her split crevice. The shock at that initial contact made her gasp. It was like forcing an elephant through a doorway. Lord, it would rip her apart back there! Squirming desperately, she tried to pull away from his clutch, but he held her tight and began to prod at the tight, hairless opening of her anus.
His heavy, strong hands coursed down over her satiny buttocks, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny hole, stretching it wide. "Shit, I bet ol' Leo's never fucked you there, has he?" chuckled the Mayor of Lawrence lwedly.
"Nooo! Pleeezzz!" she shrieked, her head flying up Cobra-like from the sofa. She felt the tight ring give way before the pressure, the tip popping into her with a slight jerk.
The pain was excruciating. She felt dizzy and, for a second, Cora saw stars as she twisted, screamed, struggling to get away from him. But her buttocks were moving wildly and her thrashing about only helped him to fuck his fat penis even deeper into her helpless rectum.
"Please ... it hurts, Earl ... I mean it! It's too small ... you're too big!" she cried, her eyes wide open in real agony now.
He ignored her, forcing inch after scorching inch up into her anus as he hugged her hips tightly in his barbarous attack and growled, "Push back, you bitch! Open up that ass or I'll use a crowbar on it!"
Fearing he was just crazy enough to do that, she forced herself to move back against him, feeling his hirsute thighs rub against her own buttocks. She gasped in burning pain as his prick slid smoothly into into her rectum, not stopping its boring entry until she felt her buttocks flatten to her hip bones and his wiry pubic hair grind hard against her ass. Nothing ... no deep breathing, no pain killer, nothing could make her forget the pulsatingly stiff cock boring deep into her most private parts!
The Mayor chuckled lewdly and throbbed his long, hard penis deep into the hole of her rectum. "Feel good, Cora? Feel as good as those Commie refugee cocks?"
Cora cringed as his snickers brought hot blasts of air to bathe her shell-like ear. She groaned as he began to saw rhythmically, mercilessly into the soft depths of her ravaged anus. Never had she felt so debased ... not even when the refugee had beaten her and later made love to her. No, not even then....
Earl Dillon licked his beefy lips, watching the tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh pull out with the base of his stalky cock every time it withdrew for another vicious, teeth chattering lunge back inside her buttery depths. This was it, this was his revenge for seducing his wife! Yeah, sweet revenge!
A few teeth rattling moments later, Cora felt his arms reaching down under her heaving belly and his fingers stroked her clitoris, fondling the knobby spike of flesh until an electrical tingle began to radiate out around it. To her utter amazement, that gentle touch heralded a change in her rectum. The pain had dulled to a throbbing pressure and, instinctively, she knew that if she reared back to meet those thrusts, it would feel even less painful. Anything to lighten the agony of the boring, gouging pain in her backside! She shoved back, grunting, meeting each one of his thrusts with one of her own.
The Mayor groaned and slapped Cora on the ass. "Move them buttocks, baby, yeah, that's the way to go!" And rotate she did, her nether ring clenching tightly around his cock.
Sweat rivered Earl's face as he stared in sadistic delight as his balls smacked lewdly against her tight cunt each time he sunk his prick to the hilt in her wide-split crevice. He had stopped fondling her clitoris and still she bucked. She was ready for it now ... the hot bitch would love it-hell, she wasn't complaining now, he realized as his eyes feasted on the wiggling buttocks and blue black pony tail swaying like a horse's mane from side to side as she worked frantically toward her orgasm.
"Ahhh! Gooodddd!" moaned the Colonel's captive wife as behind, he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart to let his cock sink deeper. Pie just held it there, taunting her. She rotated her buttocks around the giant blood-filled head deep in her asshole.
With unending thrusts, he battered into her quivering ass. His balls throbbed almost painfully and his prick fely as though it were plugged into an electrical socket! Cora was moaning dementedly, her face flushed, eyes rolling in her head as she struggled toward her orgasm. This was the only way to end her torture, she rationalized, grinding her buttocks against the Mayor's crotch. I've got to make him cum ...!
He had her now ... he could do whatever he damned well pleased with this creature. Digging his cock into her ass, he left it there, hearing her cry and beg while he pushed and probed, moving it inside her in widening circles, knowing that unlike his frigid wife, he wouldn't have to stare at her face over a coffee cup in the morning.
"Ohhhhhaaaahhhh...." Despite her firm resolve to keep her pleasure to herself, Cora couldn't stop the low groans of pleasure-pain filling her backside. In answer, Earl rammed into her with a mighty thrust that seared up her roundly stretched anus like a sword of fire. He pulled back, rearing up like a stallion ready to mate. He pulled her back over his cock like he was pulling on a boot, causing the Colonel's wife to scream in a weirdly erotic mixture of pleasure and pain. She whined and wailed as he increased his strokes, boring deeper ... deeper....
And the boiling sperm began to churn and froth in his balls; his penis tingled, too, and he knew he couldn't hold out any longer.
Cora felt his giant cock grow and bloat until she thought it was going to rip her apart. "Oh God, please cum, please cum...!" she wailed in masochistic pleasure and fucked back against him until tears stung her eyes.
He gasped above her, his breath hissing from his lungs. He shoved forward with one valiant lunge that almost ripped the walls of her quivering belly and shot hot gushes of thick, white cream deep into the cringing depths of her rectum. It surged through her, warming her belly. Earl hissed through clenched teeth, bald head thrown back, and that did it for Cora!
Cora screeched a banshee wail as a great rush of something fantastic rippled through her. Her body convulsed and shuddered as she tumbled over the peak of lust. Gasping, his deflated and limp shaft withdrew from the sucking depths of her bowels. A wet, sucking noise sluiced the air as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her buttocks. A sudden rush of cool air in the wetness of her behind reminded her that she was still kneeling, buttocks waving vulnerably in the air.
She collapsed, a goosebumped mass of quivering flesh, panting into the sofa's cushion. One chocolate eye peeked open to see Mayor Dillon plunk in the leather chair; he was dabbing at creamy threads of sperm with his initialed linen handkerchief. The ugliness of it, the debasement, stung her cheeks.
Horrified at her nakedness, she snatched up her T-shirt and skirt and without modesty of brassiere or panties, she pulled her clothes over her messed up pony tail.
"You got what you came for, now get out! You can tell the Gazette I was raped, but the charge won't stick!" Beneath her clothing, her lithe body shuddered with revulsion and fear of what would happen if the charge stuck. One ugly mess ... Cora bit her lip.
The Mayor of Lawrence chuckled amusedly. "You and your Commie hubbie better learn who runs this town," he hissed, pulling on his yard-wide boxer shorts. "As for you, I'd start packing ... this town doesn't want stinkin' Cubans messing up the streets!"
The limpid brown eyes blazed with fiery hatred and rage. Her normally succulent lips drew into a tight line. "You won't last long in this town, Earl Dillon ... not after my husband hears about this!"
"Let him try to prove the charge ... just let him...."