Chapter 10
Eduardo Blass was more angry at himself than at Olivia, and his anger stemmed from his desire for her. The desire was for more than her physical being. After all, in the next three weeks he would be able to fuck her silly, and then sell her for ten thousand dollars to some grizzled prospector. But Eduardo's anger stemmed from his wanting to have Olivia desire him. More, he wanted it to be something other than a temporary relationship. The man was now thirty-three, and he needed sons to follow after him and keep the family business going.
Alone in the little room where he had brought Olivia, he waited until she nakedly emerged from the closet-like bathroom, and then his anger at himself for wanting her became so strong, he slapped her across the face-hard. She went reeling across the room and landed on the straw pallet that passed for a bed. Then he pulled off his belt, and standing over her, proceeded to whale the tar out of her, criss-crossing lashes on her white skin, marking her all over, marking her shoulders, her arms, and her thighs, knowing with such visible marks on her, she would not be salable.
Dropping the belt, he strode over to her, gripped her by her sore shoulders, and lifted her up. The frightened brown-haired girl wanted to cower away from him, but the touch of his hands on her shoulders was too much. For the first time in her life, the young girl felt something other than disdain for a man. It was too soon to call it love, but she did know it was something strong, something vibrant, something important.
His arms locked around her like oversized mandibles, making her gasp out an, "Oh!" just before his lips came crushing down on hers. She tried pulling away. Just because she felt something different for this man was no excuse for him to behave as he had. To begin with, he traded in human flesh, which, in her eyes, was disgusting. Then he had beaten her for trying to escape. Did he think she wouldn't try getting away? It was her right to try and escape.
He held her close to him, his mouth solidly locked on hers, his arms squeezing her more tightly. She vainly tried pushing him away, her hands pressing against his shoulders, but he never even noticed.
Eduardo tightly clung to the squirming little creature, refusing to release her, knowing she would stop struggling in a moment. His macho image of himself had him convinced he would be able to win her over, but even as he thought this, he knew it was much more. He had feelings for her-feelings he had never had for any other female. All other women, many younger than this one, many prettier, almost all of them better-built, had passed through this hacienda in El Valle on their way to enslavement in South America. He had fucked them all, in essence loved them all, had even had feelings for quite a few of them, yet none of them had affected him as this one did.
She was soft, tender, as he had known she would be. He felt the swells of those small breasts against his chest, the nipples gouging holes in him the like of which he had never felt before. He had to cup them in his hands and kiss them with his lips.
Olivia pushed and pushed, but soon found she was unable to budge the man. She was aware of the strong muscular arm behind her back, gripping her two wrists at the moment. His free hand had found her upthrust breasts, and his fingers caressed them, fingers fluttering tenderly over them as if they were two delicate birds who would be crushed if he squeezed the littlest bit too hard. Her breath came even faster through her flaring nostrils, and she smelled the clean smell of after-shave and soap on him, hating the fact that he held her as easily as he would a struggling child. Against her will her nipple extended as his palm continued caressing it. Her entire small breast snuggled into his palm, as if made to fit there, and she kept screaming in her own head that this vicious bastard didn't deserve to have her. She hated him, and yet she knew deep down it was the reverse. Still she struggled, refusing to willingly surrender herself. If he wanted her, he would have to rape her. There was nothing she could do about it. He was too strong for her. After awhile, she went limp in his arms, hoping this monster who had kidnapped her and who had brutally whipped her would take mercy on her. But deep down she didn't want mercy. Her subconscious wanted loving, for if, by some miracle, she was able to win this man over and split him away from his brother, then her own future would be more secure. She had no desire to be sold into slavery like some animal.
"This is much better," Eduardo murmured, feeling her going limp in his arms. Her breast continued swelling in his palm, and he decided that even if it wasn't a large breast, it was a round, well-shaped breast, and it felt so good.
He pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth, between her little white teeth, and he was surprised that her breath tasted good. He continued caressing her breasts with his free hand, also running the hand over her flat belly again and again. She was limp now, but he knew from having witnessed what had happened when Jose had used the gun on her that she was a wildcat when aroused. But he would have to be careful that when she did become aroused she didn't use her nails on his face. It wouldn't look seemly for the other women to see fingernails scratches on his face. He had to look like a totally dominant man at all times.
The beautiful Olivia no longer knew what to think. Her mind was whirling, bouncing back and forth between hating this man and wanting to love him and capture him for herself. Common sense told her countless other females must have tried it over the years, and failed. Why then, did she have this overpowering belief that she would succeed? She held her breath as he continued caressing her breasts, making her nipples so turgid, she thought they would pop at any moment-two extended brown buds, looking like coffee beans ripe and ready to be ground. His was only the second male hand to touch her breast-Jose's having been the first-but it was so different from the way Jose had touched her, and she felt so much overpowering electricity shooting through her as he caressed her mammaries again and again. His hand was talking to her in a language she understood as clearly as she had not been able to understand Jose. Blood rushed through her nipples over and over, causing them to expand to a far greater size than they had ever previously been, until she was afraid they would literally burst. A pervading warmth and tingling ran through her quaking body, spreading from that nipple in rippling waves. Sensations reached right down into the soles of her feet as well as to the roots of her hair. Olivia sensed a point of no-return being about to be reached. If she didn't stop him now, not only would he physically possess her, but he would become part of her, as she would become part of him. She had to try and stop him, now! It too all her strength to pull her lips from his.
"No ... please ... beat me if you wish, torture me ... but not this, don't do this to me," she begged, and he knew she was feeling what he was feeling.
His hand came up to cup her face and she stared into her bright brown eyes with his own evil glare. His eyes, staring at hers, spoke the same language his hand had spoken to her breast, a language she not only comprehended, but responded to.
"No digas nada, chica! Hush!" he told her, his voice a fierce whisper unable to hide the first hint of gentleness in him.
Olivia stared back at him, a complete slave to him, still terrified, but feeling a tingling sense of arousal and excitement because she knew right now this would play itself out right to the end. His thin lips began to softly kiss her cheeks, and she shut her eyes as she inwardly shuddered, feeling seething sensations flash uncontrollably through her quaking body.
"Oh ... please. . . Senor Blass ... Eduardo ... " she said, daring to use the first name she had heard his brother use.
An enervation slowly seeped through her, turning her legs to rubber. She was aware of moisture between her thighs, and she knew what it was. Technically she was still a virgin. No penis had yet claimed her vagina, and now this man's was going to, and the shameful thing was, she was actually responsive to his wants and needs.
"I hurt you a minute ago because I had to," he told her. "The other women must understand that escape is something that will be punished. They will see the scars, the cuts, the bruises, and it will be enough. But now I wish to take away all the hurt, senorita."
His lips kissed their way down her slender throat, while his hand continued roving over both her naked breasts, aware of the way they involuntarily quivered. He was aware of her breathing intensifying as he continually kissed his way over the lovely contours of her cheeks, her ears, and her neck. It was as if he had waited an entire lifetime for this lovely woman, and she was indeed someone worth waiting for.
Her breasts, though small, were beautiful. They rose like small hills from her narrow rib cage, and right now they were heaving as her nipples swelled, the blood in them turning them from soft brown to a reddish-brown, tiny stiffened fingers extended in burning desire. The man felt his own interior furnace blistering with white-hot flame, his penis stiffer than a crowbar, hammering in pulses inside his black shorts, trying hard to escape the painful prison.
"Uuuuunnnhhhh ... hhhhaaannnnhhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhh ..." she breathed strongly as she felt his mouth close damply around her extended nipple.
His tongue washed the flesh making circular movements, swirling around and around the little nubbin. Olivia's eyes were tightly closed to shut out everything other than the feeling of his heated mouth that continually worked on her breast as his hand constantly caressed the one his mouth didn't touch. It was as if he was sucking milk from the chalice of her small breast, letting it be fed into his voraciously sucking mouth.
Her hand fluttered feebly, trying to move, and he sensed she would be more amenable now, so he released her. She was a prisoner of her own internal self rather than of the man at this moment.
Olivia's hand came around and her fingers gently wove their way through Eduardo's tight, curly hair, pressing on the back of his head and urging his mouth even closer to her, wanting him to engulf the entire breast. His nose mashed into her white flesh.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes ... " she sighed as the man's teeth bit into one red-hot, rock-solid pebble of nipple.
Eduardo felt the lovely girl's spine stiffen as she arched herself forward, the better to feel what he was doing to her. Her head was thrown back in ultimate passion, and he knew from his nesting place between her breasts, without even looking, that for the moment her eyes were closed and her blind face was looking at the ceiling as if pleading to heaven to feel more of that which she was presently enjoying. Well he certainly intended giving her more.
His hands began running up and down her arms very gently as his mouth continued feeding at her breasts. He mustn't frighten her or snap her out of the trance into which she had fallen. She was his now, and Eduardo wanted her-wanted her physically as well as emotionally and psychologically. He had to dominate this woman of all women totally and completely. His hands played up and down her spine as if the bones making up her backbone were piano keys. She opened her eyes to look into his for a moment as he kissed her lips. Those big, hurt brown eyes were glazed, letting him know she was ablaze with the lust he was building in her. But he was doing more, much more.
"Come to me," he whispered, opening his arms, freeing her, giving her the opportunity to back away if she so chose. But she didn't.
Rather she rushed to him, was surrounded by him, and his mouth pressed itself to hers as his tongue began exploring the softness of her mouth, touching the tender gums, the little white points of her sharp teeth, then plunging his tongue all the way into her tonsils. He was fucking her mouth with his tongue, doing to her mouth what Jose had done to her cunt with his pistol. She eagerly accepted his sucking tongue, her breath steaming from her nostrils in twin jets.
His mind sensed the animal desire throbbing in his cock, and it took all his willpower to keep from hurling her onto the pallet and fucking her then and there. He had to take his time, and that was what he did.
His hands began massaging her very slender waist, teasing the soft white flesh, and all the while his tongue continued fucking her oral cave in a long French kiss. He caressed her back, rubbing her flesh, feeling the marks he had made on her skin with the belt, inwardly cursing himself for the first time for having hurt a female. He still didn't understand just why this particular female aroused him so much when other more beautiful women, women with delightful personalities, had gone unnoticed by him save that he had trained them to be perfect lovers and slaves.
His hand cupped her small, tight asscheeks, rubbing them again and again, his fingers probing into the crack between them, feeling no resistance whatsoever. He crushed her nakedness to him for a moment, then let go, stepping back to admire her flesh. She was so delightfully slender, so fragile-looking, with sleek white arms and softly rounded shoulders that led his eye to the small, swollen thrusts of her breasts, breasts tipped with nut-brown nipples, breasts supported on a tiny, fragile rib cage, a rib cage that looked so narrow it seemed impossible that it was able to support even these tiny breasts. The ribs narrowed even more, leading to a waist he was able to span with both hands.
Her hips didn't swell out too much-just enough so it was obvious they were the hips of a female. She had slender thighs and small calves, leading to very slender ankles and equally tiny feet.
He stared at the brown patch of hair on her pelvis, a patch a little thicker and longer than he normally liked, hiding her vagina at the moment, and yet he had to admit there was something so absolutely sexy about her, he had to make her his, for a little while, anyway. Eduardo admitted he liked the idea of having a wife and family, but the wife would have to understand he intended going on making his living this way, and as long as he had enough cock left over for the wife, she must never complain about his fucking other women.
Olivia was the first female to start him thinking along such lines, and he knew it might well be a long, long time before he found another female for whom he had so much feeling. As a result, his mind had already decided to convince her to stay here with him. Almost any other female would have preferred that to the alternative, but this Olivia was a strong-willed woman, and she might not. Perhaps it was a combination of her beauty and her strong will that attracted him to her. He would do for her what he had never done for one of his slave women. He would taste her vaginal flesh and give her the thrill of his tongue delving into her body.
Olivia lay on her back on the pallet, not certain if she had resigned herself to this or if the man had hypnotized her in some way. She watched him remove his clothing, for the first time having an opportunity to admire his body. He was well-built, and he was well-hung. If his penis wasn't as long as the muzzle of the pistol used in her vagina, it was thicker and still an awesome thing. She surmised that though it was slightly shorter than Jose's, it looked to be almost as thick, and she was only too well aware of the length and thickness of Jose's penis, having swallowed every last inch of it in her throat and in her ass.
Still another voice inside her was telling her this was all wrong, and that she was nothing more than someone to be used and eventually sold off, like hanging beef. Even as her thighs relaxed and she parted them thinking this might be wrong, something else inside her told her it was the thing to do. All her life she had worked hard, and men had tried taking advantage of her. She knew she was more than just pretty, but she also knew most men thought in terms of short-term affairs. She felt different at this moment, exalted, about to undergo an awesome experience, and it was something she had to have at all costs.
Eduardo saw her large doe eyes widen and stare at his dangling penis, noting the size and shape of it, comparing it to his brother's. He knew Jose was the littlest bit longer and the tiniest bit thicker, but his brother lacked his natural expertise when it came to fucking. Size counted less than knowing what to do with what one had.
Olivia saw the weeping tear from the sightless eye of the penis, the tear shed because of the overpowering desire the penis had to be buried in a female vault. Well, now she was about to grant that wish, and because she had never really had a penis in that part of her before, she did feel a little frightened of it.
"The pill!" she said to him.
She was referring to the pill she should take after having had sexual intercourse with a man-a pill he had given to the other five females, but one she hadn't had to take since a penis had yet to enter her womanly cove. Taken within forty-eight hours, it prevented babies.
"No pill for you," Eduardo told her, making his decision a finality.
"I'll become pregnant," she gasped.
"I want you to stay here," he told her. "I want you to bear my sons. You will have a good life, a much better life than the one you had working in New York, having men ogle you. I will give you my name, and I will give you my fortune. You, in turn, will allow me to continue earning my living as I wish, as long as I can come to you at least four nights a week and give you the love you will so richly deserve."
"Y-you're proposing to me?" she gasped.
"Si!"
"It has to be some kind of trick, to make me agree to what you want to do to me."
"I am a Blass. I do not trick women. I have always been straightforward with them. From this moment on you will belong to me."
"What about the profit you would have made selling me?"
"I was going to sell Senorita Nella for fifty thousand. Now I shall sell her for sixty thousand and make up for what I have lost."
"Are you blind?" she asked. "Haven't you seen the eyes with which your brother has been looking at Nella?"
"It doesn't matter," Eduardo insisted. "I am the patron here. Jose will do as I say. Nella is far too valuable for him to keep as his woman. Besides, he has a few years yet before he should choose a woman."
"I don't know," she said, her eyes locked on his hard, solid body, the shoulders and chest muscles bulging, his belly as flat as a ballet dancer's. But the muscle that awed her the most was that monster hardening between his thighs.
"The offer will remain open for as long as you wish," he told her, kneeling on the edge of the bed, never taking his eyes from hers. His hands spanned her waist easily, and he bent his head and once again began kissing her nipples, one at a time. His fingers trailed across the flat softness of her belly, his palm rubbing her pelvis.
"Ah, you are most beautiful," he whispered, kissing her. You have small breasts, yet they are large enough. Your vaginal mount pouts mere than that of most other women, and I have already seen the kind of reaction you show when something is inside your body. This time I shall be the one inside you." He pulled her against him as he lay beside her.
Every soft hollow of hers fitted his hard swells. Every valley fitted his jutting self, and she turned her face toward his, for the first time eager, no longer feeling pain, no longer caring, because for the first time in her life Olivia had found a man who cared about her. She didn't care that he was a slaver. She didn't care about anything other than the fact that he was a handsome man who cared about her. So she gave herself up completely to the indescribably wonderful pleasure of the nakedly lusting man who lay beside her. She wanted what he wanted! She wanted his cock buried inside her. She wanted to be fucked!
It was her hand that moved down between them, and she wrapped her small, delicate white fingers around the mammoth tool extending from between his thighs, loving the feel of the blood coursing through the penis, as well as the wild appreciative jerks it made against her palm. She shuddered, knowing it would inflict pain the first time into her, even if she no longer had a hymen. It would stretch her, for now that it was at its full length and breadth, she realized it was somewhat thicker than the barrel of the pistol. But something within her kept urging her to bury the organ inside.
"Ayyyy ... carrrammmmba ... I want you so, woman!" he said to her, the groan deep in his throat when her hand began sliding rapturously up and down his solid column of muscle, pulling the outer casing of skin up and down. His fingers pinched her nipple until he was afraid it might burst.
Olivia felt the incredible heat of his skin against her, warming her to a fevered state. God! She loved the man! It was incredible, especially considering the fact that he had just taken a belt to her, but she actually loved the man.
Abruptly he pulled her over on top of him, making her lie full length, her small breast pressed sensuously against his prickly chest hairs with his enormous phallus pulsing wildly against her small belly.
Reaching down, he gathered the tiny globes of her buttocks in his hard hands and he began squeezing them, pressing her all the more solidly against him, keeping his maddened prick buried tightly between the compressing flatnesses of their bodies, sandwiched for the moment like a huge knockwurst threatening to swell so much it would split its outer casing. Their tongues dueled back and forth, fucking in and out of each other's mouths in salivating fury, and their hearts began a twin-hammered beat that continued building higher and higher.
Yes, Eduardo decided this would be the woman for him. Now he had to taste that sweet womanly center of hers where no man's cock had previously entered.
"Uuuunnnnhhhh ... yesssssss ... Eduardo-o-o-o-o-o ... " she moaned softly, her mouth having been released by his. He yanked on her buttocks as she straddled him. He bent her knees, forcing her forward so that they pressed into his shoulders, and now her vagina was wide open and directly above his face. Now he was able to stare into the delectable pinkness of it, seeing her rich vulva, the inner lips swollen so that she looked like a flower opening its petals. The cunt was soaked with the juices that were deep within, and more was flowing rapidly out of her. The glistening labia shone in the dim light, and he wanted to lick that sweet-tasting juice more and more, making room for the rest that ached to flow out. He lifted his head and craned his neck a little, sending his tongue sliding smoothly over the slippery swollen lips in a long, swishing lick.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss ... aaaannnnnhhh ... darrrrlinnng!" the lovely chestnut-haired girl gasped, arching her pelvis forward, for the first time giving of herself.
The touch of his licking tongue sent wild shivers of red-hot iron flaking through her inner self, and the flakes chipped away at a million different places inside her. It was as if her brain was now between her thighs, sending out messages of morse code in dots and dashes of total wanton rapture. His tongue was maddeningly licking away at her tantalizing womanhood, making her cunt widen all the more to his lingual onslaught.
Eduardo continued licking the sweet muskiness of her womanly fluid, draining it from her vaginal lips, relishing the taste and deeply inhaling the aroma of this beautiful hot and luscious female. Nectar would not have tasted better.
Her fleshy curtains seemed to pull wider and wider apart in order to receive the probe of his tongue. She quivered and moaned against his mouth, and he felt the base of her spine stiffen as his hands continued tightly gripping her buttocks. He increased the wet lashing his tongue gave her vagina, and she shuddered and moaned with appreciation.
Momentarily, he pulled away to look licentiously at the sodden opening of her quivering vagina, noting how lovely it looked, outlined in the soft sparseness of the brown hair that was matting around the edges. Then he leaned forward and soul-kissed her vulva lips, plunging his tongue into the seething depths of her sodden vagina.
"Hunh ... annh ... onh ... ggghhhhuuunnnnn-ggghhh!" she gasped almost noiselessly as she jerked her loins back and forth, clamping her knees tightly around his ears.
The white-hot poker that was his lingual organ impaled her to her very vitals, sending searing flames through her weakened veins. Her body bent itself forward, doubling over like a primitive maiden ramming a marriage stake into herself. Her fingers gripped his black, curly hair, and she pushed with the intent of shoving his tongue that much more deeply into her. It was as if she had to have his whole head pushed into the sauna of her cunt, deeper and deeper and deeper inside her until she had swallowed him alive.
Eduardo caught his breath, aware of his cock jerking insanely beneath him. He sank the full length of his slender tongue into the narrow-walled vagina, feeling the ridges of inner muscle coil and compress around the oral organ as if her cunt was doing the sucking. When he whipped the tongue out, he rubbed it against her clitoris, and sent another sizzling thrill charging through her shuddering body. He sucked on the little pellet as if it were a mini-cock and he wanted to drain some precious fluid from its center. This made her go insane, and she rotated her loins, trying to shove his entire head into her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... yesssss ... Godddduhhhh ... it feels so good ... so good ... so good," she gasped, her body swaying and jerking in wild and maddening contortions, her hands pulling so hard on the man's hair she was afraid she might pull it out of his scalp. Convulsive spasms charged through her again and again.
Dios! She was one woman in two billion. Eduardo knew he would never have been content with any other woman, and the rest of his life would have been spent teaching other women the right way to fuck while never having a mate of his own. He sucked harder, and her juices flowed heavily into his mouth, as he sucked and pulled with his lips, draining her cunt of its oily contents while his hands ran into the crack between the cheeks of her ass.
Olivia felt sensations of madness wash through her, and she knew she was being reduced to an unreasoning animal, jerking to lascivious oral manipulations with no thought in her head other than to move another step closer to the pinnacle of total delight. She was doing everything instinctively, never having done anything like this before.
Nor did she protest when he pushed a finger into her rectum. She was his now ... she had surrendered herself to him because she knew that when he had professed love to her, he had meant it. She felt the finger move deeper into her rectum, but it didn't hurt as much as Jose's penis had hurt. Still, she felt the finger, and combined with the tongue probing into her cunt, it felt good. God! Both her orifices were filled with parts of this man she loved, though she was still afraid to think the word, knowing how many people thought they loved only to discover it was momentary fascination. She eased back on the finger probing her behind, then rode forward on the tongue probing into her vagina. She pumped up and down, feeling his tongue pull out now and then and rub against her clitoris. She was getting close now, about to hit the heights, and then he stopped licking and slid his hands under her arms. He lifted her off his face, holding her at arm's length, and said, "Will you stay here with me, chica?"
"You know it!" she gasped.
"Tell me then, tell me what you want."
"I want you, Eduardo, I want to feel that great big cock of yours fill my cunt to overflowing. Por favor!"
"Ah, you learn the language quickly when you wish to," he smiled.
Holding her at arm's length, he moved her back, then slowly set her down on top of his penis, and when he let go, his cock, aimed just right, pushed into her cunt, and little by little she felt her flesh seemingly spiral down the throbbing penile pole. Oh, Christ! She had encased him tighter than a fish-skin condom. But then, she was such a tiny girl, and the penis now filling her vagina was monstrous.
Dios mio," he gasped, gritting his teeth together tightly.
He was aware of his rod jerking deep inside her, throbbing against the encasement of flesh, and he wondered how such a tiny channel was capable of stretching so much to hold something as thick as his cock.
Olivia panted and shuddered, feeling pain, but refusing to admit as much. She was filled with the man of her choice, a man who had beaten her and who had enslaved her with the intent of selling her, yet she liked him the moment she saw him in that bedroom, and now she knew she loved him. So she would endure the pain and pretend it didn't exist if only to make him enjoy everything so much more. For under that initial layer of stretching pain she already felt the titillations of pleasure beginning to build.
She was so tight inside, Eduardo felt the pressure right up to his ears. He was aware of his blood beating in his head, throbbing like a jungle drum. God! He had never known such a tight cunt in his entire life. She was almost too much for him, and he prayed to heaven he wasn't injuring her, but he had to go on fucking her.
His hands slid up the satin-fleshed ivory sides of her body to her small, but firm, breasts. They shuddered as his fingers closed around them, and then she rotated her hips in an ecdysiast's grind, moaning, "Darling, sweet Eduardo, I love you," and the slave dealer knew everything was going to be all right.
Experimentally the beautiful girl began rotating her hips a little, wondering if she might be internally bleeding again as that huge knife of penis cut all the more deeply into her so that she felt the tip of the organ must be cutting through her, slicing into her stomach. She felt so filled that even her lungs felt constrained at the moment, one being pressed one way, the other pressed the other way by the upward thrust of the penis through her center. Timidly, she moved her hips again, feeling his cock clanging around inside her like a bell clapper, and she shook with vibrations again and again.
Eduardo laughed, and squeezed her small, firm breasts, raising her hips in order to knife his cock even deeper into her sucking cunt. Little by little her interior became accustomed to his immensity, and slowly but surely she widened, her creamy little breasts jiggling against his palms as he ground his cock all the more strongly into the narrow constriction of her cunt. He kissed her hungrily, greedily, and he began rotating his hips in a grinding motion, setting her vagina on fire with fevered sensations of lust.
Olivia no longer thought about the nightmare she had undergone the past twelve hours. All she knew was, she was about to reach the zenith of her very existence as a great tide inside her came pounding closer and closer. She rose higher and higher, and Eduardo was grunting, making all kinds of unintelligible sounds. Every driving thrust of his powering tool brought her one step closer to the heaven she was seeking. Her senses seemed to leave her stranded on this shore of pure inner sensation where nothing mattered but the thundering rage of the rod she rode bringing her closer to heaven.
"Huuuunnnngggghhhh!" she gasped, her hands digging into his steel-solid arms, feeling the ridges and hollows of muscle.
"Come, querida ... " he said to her. "You can do ... it ... come ... si ... come ..." he panted, begging her to join him in the fevered quest for paradise as her body continued up and down as surely as if she were riding a horse on a merry-go-round.
Eduardo knew that any second now he would blow straight up to the sky. This was the woman to hold above all others.
Olivia's lovely head was rolling from side to side, and her hands were gripping his arms, her fingernails digging into Eduardo's flesh, tearing stripes along them that would leave him clawed, and let the other girls know that she had exacted a revenge for the beating he had given her. The feeling in her was beginning, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer until she simply exploded. She was about to feel a penile-induced vaginal orgasm, one that would be incredible and one that would never be forgotten.
"Si, si, si, keep moving," Eduardo encouraged, his voice high-pitched, his rock-solid hips lifting so high off the bed she was hoisted on his petard as his hands clenched her hips like claw hammers. She felt the teeming, boiling, seething spurt of his fluid blast into her cunt like a fire hose, searing her internal self and triggering that sought-after orgasm.
"AAAAIIIIYYYEEEE AAAAGGGGG HHH-UUUUNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHH-UUUURRRRGGGG HHHH AAAANNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAUUUUU WWWWAAAAGGGG HHH-AAAARRRRGGG HHHAAAAIIII YYYYAAAA, GGGHHHHH AAAAGGGG HHHHHHH!" she screamed in the agony of total bliss, stuck on his blasting cock like a butterfly on a pin.
The fiery liquid shots began spraying insanely through her quaking body as more and more sensation filled her. Oils erupted from the pit of her vagina and washed the length of his cock, mingling with his semen and letting the combination fall onto his pelvis.
Eduardo gripped Olivia's hips as if holding onto a life raft. He was lost in a sea of turmoiled emotion as great hoses of cream flashed into the sucking hollow of this lovely young girl. She was milking his cock with a vagina that had never before known a cock, but felt as if it had gripping, squeezing hands inside.
For Olivia, it was a ride to heaven on a fiery pylon, and that pylon filled her with exquisite delight. She fell forward on Eduardo, moaning, sighing, out of breath.
"From now on you are mine," Eduardo told her.