Chapter 9
Amanda was terrified, actually terrified by this man. She had been amused, somewhat bemused, and a little thrilled by his earlier behavior, because deep down she had liked being mastered by a man who had found her so irresistible he'd gone to the lengths of kidnapping her. But now she was horrified, not because of the sex, but because of his meanness brought on by his drunkenness.
At the moment she was unable to believe everything that was happening to her. His long, slender hands were reaching out, filling themselves with her breasts, squeezing, pulling, tugging, mauling, in this case not at all erotically, but painfully. When he had played with her breasts earlier, her had been artful, gentle, teasing, taunting about it. Now he was just plain mean. He yanked hard on her right breast with his left hand while his right hand wandered down the skimpy blouse he had bought her across to her belly. He pressed a finger against the skirt between her legs. This was the first time he was actually trying to invade the sanctity of her vagina.
"Stop that!" Amanda insisted.
He silenced her instantly by cramming his mouth firmly against hers, his tongue delving between her lips, taunting her, daring her to try and bite it. Each time she did try, he yanked it back and her teeth suddenly slammed together, jarring her body.
Amanda's head was spinning as she tried to fight the powerful form of the man beside her, but it was no use. She was such a slender, helpless creature. Here, alone in this dark garage, out of sight and sound of anyone else in the world, she was indeed afraid.
Using her own tongue, she did her best to try and thrust that of the man back into his own mouth. Ambrose smiled, taking this as a positive response, so he continued lapping and licking. The taste of alcohol on his tongue and his breath made Amanda feel he wasn't merely violating her lips and mouth, he was ravaging and scouring them as he robbed her of the dignity he had been unable to take from her when he had forced her to suck his cock, earlier.
She quivered with fear, listening to the way the man hungrily moaned into her mouth, his hand pawing at the rear zipper on her blouse. More terrified than ever, the redheaded girl began writhing that much harder, but the man, like a powerful ursine monster, was now totally surrounding her, almost suffocating her as he finally pulled down the zipper.
Pushing her away from him for a moment, he yanked her blouse out of her skirt, even as she futilely tried scratching his hands with her manicured fingernails. He pulled hard, forcing her to lift her arms and he was yanking the blouse over her head. Now Amanda felt tears of terror, and she began crying. She tried controlling herself, knowing it was the alcohol making the man do these things and not the man's own will, but she was unable to stop crying. She was even more distraught when he reached behind her and undid the snaps on her brassiere.
Her head was swimming and she almost fainted, sparklers of horror flickering and flashing through her quaking brain as the man's working fingers made short work of the brassiere, tossing it into the front of the car, on the floor. His hands engulfed her passion-swollen breasts, his fingers rolling the nipples, firmly pinching them, forcing them to stand up against their own free will. For Amanda suddenly realized that much as she hated being used this way, the mere touch of this man's hands was enough to cause arousal to flare through her shuddering body. She was more of a captive to him than even he realized.
The man's hungry lips soon followed where his slenderly questing fingers had been, his hungry mouth just managing to gobble up her entire right breast. He tugged the spongy nipple into the depths of his own gullet, enjoying the way it slid across the roof of his mouth while his teeth chewed into her areola, and then his tongue washing it as he all but toally consumed the mammary.
All this time, Amanda was beating at his head with her clenched fists in a vain attempt to free her breast from the clamp that was his mouth. His teeth sank deeper and deeper into the fullness of her mammary, and when his mouth withdrew, there was a ring of teethmarks around the breast. He followed up by attacking the left breast, treating it in precisely the same manner, trying to swallow it down as if it were some gourmand's feast.
Amanda cried out, aware that the knowledge that this was his mouth caused arousal to build high in her even though she was terrified of him. She dug her hands into the man's sandy hair while he continued devouring her tender flesh. She tore at the hair in an attempt to make him lift his head. But his mouth remained firmly clamped on the pap.
He finally all but ripped his face from her fascinating white breasts and slammed his mouth against her lips again, slavering all over her. She struggled harder, aware that his hands were now at the top of her skirt, and when he started pulling it down, he also pulled her panties down along with it. Where it bad seemed totally natural to be naked in front of him earlier, it now appeared obscene. He pulled everything from her, tossing it onto the floor in front, and now she was totally naked as his weight pressed against her, keeping her pinned as his lips sucked at her mouth. When he lifted his mouth from hers, she tried wedging her legs between them, using them to pry him away from her. He pushed them out of the way in a contemptuous manner, snapping, "Wassa matter, honey? You think that virgin cunt of yours is too damned good f'someone like me? I'm too short, or too ugly, or something else not good enough for that hot pussy of yours? Well, I'm better'n anyone else you're ever gonna let fuck you, honey. At least when I pump into you, honey, you'll come. You think I didn't know that you came, before? If sucking on the old dingus is gonna make you come, then you can
'magine what's gonna happen when I cram it into that twat of yours."
"I didn't take my pill today," she told him. "You'll make me pregnant."
"S'that a fact," he muttered. "If your a virgin, why'd you be takin' pills in the first place?"
"Just in case someone like you comes along and rapes me!" she gasped.
"Well, then, see, all that pill-poppin' wasn't in vain. But I tell you what. After I've finished fuckin' you, and I let you go back inna house, you tell me what kinda pills you take, and I'll get some from the local pharmacy."
"Somehow that doesn't give me any kind of reassurance," Amanda insisted, shuddering.
"Face it, honey, you're going to be fucked."
He kissed his way down her slender throat, his mouth once again covering each of her breasts in turn, sucking on them as he flattened her out so that her head was resting on the rear seat. And she lay across the car in such a way that her legs, had they been longer, might have touched the steering wheel. He kissed his way down her flat stomach, and Amanda stared at the top of his head in the darkness, wondering why he didn't power himself into her and get the rape over and done with. What was on his befuddled mind?
Tantalizing thrills of uncontrolled desire began building up in spite of the detestation she had felt, for his head was away from hers at the moment, and she no longer smelled the alcoholic fumes. Arousal was building higher and hgher inside her, and Amanda realized she was beginning to respond to the erotic feelings within. She quivered, wondering why she was permitting herself to react to his kisses in spite of the fact that he was hell-bent on hurting her, fucking her in an embarrassing way and degrading her. Was she really as wanton as she seemed?
The realization of what was happening suddenly hit home with jarring force. Now he was going to do to her what she had done to Ruth. She was going to discover what it felt like to have a mouth pressed to her cunt. He, in his drunken state of mind, was under the impression she was feeling all the more humiliated at having to spread her thighs while his eyes and his mouth lavished themselves on it. Perhaps the only thing about this idea that she didn't like was the fact that his mouth still had the taste of alcohol in it, and he was going to deposit some of that residue in her cunt when he licked her. Yes, she wanted to feel a mouth on her cunt, but not this way. She wanted a clean mouth.
Amanda tried grabbing Ambrose's ears in a futile attempt to yank his head away. She stared at the blackness of the car ceiling in the hope of being able to control the wantonness inside her. He was sliding his hands under her thighs, lifting them literally tossing them over his shoulders so that her pounding heels were hitting his back.
Her eyes were glazed as she continued tugging on his ears, but the man refused to respond. Then his head dipped lower and his tongue shot straight out like that of an adder, as if using it as a heat-seeking device, and she felt his thin, slavering mouth pressed against the inner part of her right thigh. His lips slowly began kissing their way higher, aiming for the ultimate area of delight between the lovely reheaded woman's thighs.
Amanda let her mind drift back to that night when her own mouth had been pressed against the divided juiciness that was Ruth's womanly vessel. She remembered how the lovely blonde woman had writhed and squirmed, her thighs tightening around her neck as she underwent uncontrollable ecstasy. But Ruth had wanted it, had looked forward to it. She might have felt the same way but for the knowledge this man wasn't doing it to give her pleasure, but merely to demoralize her. Sex was supposed to be something wonderful, not disgusting.
She had to get away from him, somehow. But before she was able to move, his hands began gripping her buttocks firmly, as if they were handgrips meant to be squeezed. Her mind wanted to reject this because it was the alcohol making him do this and not the desire for her. Yes, yes, now she understood why she hadn't been afraid, earlier. In his lasciviousness, the man had still let her know he felt desire for her. He wanted her. That was the reason why she had been unable to make herself feel fear in spite of the disgraceful way he had forced her to suck his cock. He had come seeking her out. He had wanted to expressly feel her mouth. It had been impossible for her to reject a man who especially wanted her. But now? Now it had nothing to do with want. Now he was out to humiliate, to hurt, to degrade. Now he was out strictly for himself with no thought for her other than shame and degradation. He didn't care that the cunt he was about to kiss belonged to Amanda Rose. Any cunt would have done. At this moment, in his drunkenness, he wasn't shaming Amanda, but rather he was shaming any woman who happened to be handy.
But even as her mind attempted to reject what he was doing, her body was accepting it. She actually felt as if her cuntal labia were puckering in anticipation of the ultimate soul-kiss he was about to place on them. She wondered if the man would actually kiss her down there. Though Ruth had conned her into doing it, she wondered if men really did do these things to women, or was it merely something lesbians did to one another?
Shuddering, tingling currents of wanton electricity were sizzling from her toes and shooting along the entire length of her quivering young body. She turned and twisted and jerked and quivered, her bouffant red hair whipping wildly this way and that. Lightning had blasted through her as the powerful man's pursing lips pressed themselves to the soaking outer lips of her vagina. Her head snapped back and she thrust forward with her hips, her body reacting automatically without her mind instructing it, and her grip on his ears tightened all the more. Though she wanted to yank him away from her, all she somehow or other succeeded in doing was tugging his face that much deeper into her simmering womanly crypt.
"Aaaaaaiiiiilyyyyyeeeeeaaaggghhh!" she shrieked, as the tips of his sharp teeth began nibbling away at the sodden lips of her dribbling vagina. He chewed, but didn't actually cut into the labia, themselves as he sucked. "Ohhhhhhh ... Godddddd ... Mr. Wallace ... ohhhhhhhhh....pie eeeeee ase ... hhhhaaannnnghhh ... stop ... ooonnnnhhh...."
It was fantastic! It was the single most wonderfully thrilling, unbelievable sensation she had ever felt. This was incredible! Amanda had never know such feeling existed, and she'd had no idea how deep any kind of feeling ran. Now, for the first time, she was fast becoming aware that sensation was something totally overpowering. Even the wonderful orgasms she'd had earlier hadn't prepared her for something as marvelous and fantastic as this.
She was gasping for breath as he pulled his face away, and she fervently wished he would return to it as quickly as possible. For a moment she feared he was finally coming to his senses and he was realizing that what he was doing was not degrading to her as much as it was to him. But a moment later she realized he had stopped only long enough to catch his breath. He was panting heavily, and had it not been so dark inside the car, she would have seen the man was blue in the face from lack of air. Her own head was pressed against the rear seat back, rolling from side to side, her cheeks rubbing against the real leather seat covers.
The feeling had been unparalleled. Nothing she had ever known had compared to it. No wonder Ruth had conned her into doing this. Her one feeling at the moment was disappointment because the man had stopped. Yes! Yes! A mouth against her cunt was indeed the wildest, most wonderful feeling she had ever known. But even as she thought all this, she also remebered Ruth telling her there was no substitute for a good, solid cock. It offered even more pleasure, yet Amanda wondered how was it possible for anything to feel better than this?
She was just starting to catch her own breath when she felt the lips of Ambrose Wallace at the top of her nest of red, sparse pubic curls. She gasped as his tongue licked its way straight down through the fiery forest, reaching into the pink dell, and then beyond. Once again her head slammed backward, and all shame, all sorrow, all misery was forgotten for the moment. All that really mattered was what she was feeling. The sensation so totally overwhelmed her helpless young body, she completely lost control of her inner emotions. Her buttocks, wild and uncontrolled, bounced rapidly against the leather seat in spite of the stickiness of her perspiration trying to make her adhere to the bottom. Each time her ass lifted from the leather seat, there was a tearing sound, as if her flesh had been ripped rom the seat.
As vibrant tongue continued washing through the shuddering center of he quaking body, she wondered if her mother had ever experienced something like this. But of course her mother had. Her father always made all kinds of allusions to oral sex, jokingly of course, before the bottle had gotten total control of him. No wonder she was as anxious as Amanda to live by herself. The woman felt, and rightly so, that she was entitled to a certain amount of pleasure, and that pleasure would be inhibited as long as she, Amanda, remained in the same apartment with her.
Amanda believed flames were shooting from the depths of her searing cunt like fire coming from the mouth of a mythical dragon each time the handsome man's slender lips pressed themselves against her hot, feminine convexity. She repeatedly continued her bouncing, her buttocks moving uncontrollably, her body feeling more and more sensation, making her that much more aware of what "good" felt like. At least her conscience was clear. She hadn't asked for any of this. It had been foisted upon her, so at no time in the future would she have to berate herself for luring a man into doing something like this to her. . But even as she thought all this, Ambrose Wallace's tongue became the first male instrument-not counting his fingers-to actually touch her tender, seething vaginal labia, and then the tongue was spearing between them and touching the little pink nodule at their apex. The instant his tongue scrubbed her clitoris, Amanda felt she had died and gone to heaven. Her heartbeat seemingly stopped, and breath seemed to be driven from her trembling body by the energetic response of her vibrating clitoris as it leaped completely to attention, demanding it be treated in more of the same manner.
Because he had known women had intially been interested in him for his money rather than for himself alone, Ambrose Wallace had become a sexual artisan. He had painstakingly taken the time to perfect all of his sexual abilities until he had become a total master at the crafts of fucking, sucking, and touching. He was capable of tonguing and licking any vagina for hours on end, bringing a female to endless conclusions, each one a screaming climax.
Alcohol had dulled more than common sense in Ambrose. It had also caused him to drop the guard he had initially put against the lovely young redhead. He was allowing himself to give vent to the full range of his emotions, and as a result, the emotions were taking total control of him as never before. He was licking her cunt for a number of reasons. He had initially started doing so simply because it had pleased him to do so. He always believed in "taking a sniff and a taste" before actually plunging into a woman. But after a while, he lapped because he knew he was giving her pleasure, and for some reason, his dulled senses ached to please this female.
But now the time had come to really fuck her. Many was the experienced pussy who claimed she was incapable of climaxing because her cunt had been stretched too wide to be touched by a cock on all four walls at once. Ambrose Wallace had proved his horse-cock was big enough to do the job.
Now he had a virgin before him, and she was a tiny virgin at that. The sadist in him wanted to stretch her cuntwalls wide, but it was another emotion in him that decided he had to fuck her, for he already knew though this was to be his first time into the well, it would definitely not be his last. Virgin? Of course! His semi-drunken mind reasoned she was a virgin because her cunt had been reserved strictly for his cock. If it was to be used by any other cock, it would only be with his consent. At the moment, his was the only cock about to invade her womanly territory. He was going to sink the full length and breadth of it into her narrow little well, and he had a feeling she was going to take every bit of it. Hell! She was a human doll. Her cunt had to be narrower than any he had ever known. He was gojng to have the delightful enjoyment of measuring precisely how tight she was inside, as well as how deep she ran by applying his flesh ruler to her cuntal vault. What was more, he wasn't going to inch his way in. He was going to slam his cock into her cunt with all the force he was capable of mustering. Let the bitch realize what it was like to be fucked by a real man. Then, when she was fucked by other men....No! He refused to even countenance such a thought.
Ambrose pulled his light-red, short-cropped head from the lovely Amanda's lap, then sat back on his knees. He unzipped his pants and tugged them, along with his underpants, down to his kness. Then he fell back on his buttocks and pulled them off, pulling off his shoes at the same time. Returning to his knees as Amanda lay there out of breath, he took the time to pull of his shirt and undershirt.
Amanda was panting heavily. Her body was screaming for an orgasm, and she dared not move for fear of losing the heighened sensations she was already feeling.
Looking through the windshied of the car, she was able to see out the windows of the garage, and off to the left, over the beach, a half-moon was in the process of rising. At the angle at which it hung in the sky, it threw light into the car onto the lower half of Ambrose's body as he remained kneeling in front of her. In the silver wash, his penis stood out like a glittering, vibrant staff with an amethyst tip.
Amanda was suddenly snapped back to reality. The simple facts were, she had been resting herself on the beach in the shade of her umbrella, a strong man had come along, she had foolishly allowed him to lure her to his house, and here, he had raped her mouth, gotten himself dunk, and was in the process of devirginizing her. That huge penis, which had almost strangled her half to death, was about to penetrate her vagina if she permitted it, was going to cause her one hell of a lot a pain before bringing her any pleasure, assuming it did bring her pleasure. In the light of the moon she had never seen anything so huge. It resemebled a baseball bat. What was more, the organ looked to be alive, filled with an existence of its own, an everlasting life-a life that would continue even if the man, himself, died. Yes, at this moment it looked like it would live forever, to punish her for having allowed herself to enjoy it when it had been used to chastise her, earlier. She was depraved, because only a depraved person would enjoy being pierced in the gullet with such a monstrosity. This man torturing her was a sick man, a troubled man, and if she were any kind of decent human being, instead of going along with him and playing his insane games, she would try and find some way to help cure him. Amanda felt her own sanity starting to slip away, and she tried cowering, rolling her body into a tiny ball in the far corner of the rear seat.
"No!" she shouted as loud as she was able.
Her shout didn't amount to much. It was trapped in the confines of a soundproofed car which, in turn, was in a garage beneath the ground of a soundproofed house. "No! Oh Mr. Wallace, no! It was bad enough to have done what you forced me to do earlier. But this ... this is obscene. You know how tiny I am down there. You'll rip me apart. I'll never be able to take the whole thing inside me. You're much to thick. Don't do this!"
"No?" Ambrose asked, smiling calmly at her in his half-drunken state. He was calm, relaxed as he stared at her completely naked form, the moonlight coming from behind him also touching her. "What do you mean, no? There isn't a word like that in your vocabulary as long as you're with me. That word has no meaning as far as I'm concerned. When I tell you to do something, you say, 'Yes, Mr. Wallace, of course Mr. Wallace.' Anthing else'll get me mad."
His hands moved across the car to where she lay, caressing her very gently, forcing her, against her will, to slowly unwind her body. She tried shrinking from him, wanting to feel afraid of him, but instead continuing to feel the pervading warmth he had initiated in her when he had first started licking her vagina. Little by little he straightened her body out.
Ambrose's drunken mind was unable to understand why he was being so tolerant off this particular girl. He usually was belting them around by now, overpowering them, slapping their faces and their asses, making them grovel and enjoying every bit of it. Why didn't he feel the urge to make this one grovel? An hour ago, when he had been a bit more drunk, he might very well have belted her. But now he didn't feel like hurting her. He was feeling more and more as he had earlier in the day.
"Mr. Wallace, please ... let's go into the house," Amanda pleaded. "I'll do anything you want in there, but don't make me feel like a common trollop by doing something to me here in the back of a car."
Ambrose realized he was losing control of the situation. He had to do something in a hurry or eventually he would not only lose control, her would lose Amanda. He was startled to realize he didn't want to lose Amanda. He had no idea why she was special to him, but she was. He had to keep her.
He had to make her understand he was master of this situation or he would never be able to hold his head up again. So he smiled at her as wickedly as he was able to under the circumstances, all the tenderness and patience gone from his voice and manner as he decided to make her think he would really harm her if she didn't obey, even if he had no intention of doing so. She was in his power, and she had to understand she would do what he pleased, when he pleased, where he pleased.
"Now you listen to me, Amanda Rose," he said to her. I've decided I want to fuck you in this car, here and now. So you're gonna lie right down here on this seat, and you'll spread your legs, and you'll fuck! What's more, I'm going to fuck you until that tender behind of yours digs a hole in the seat, and then ... and then I'm going to fuck you some more. I intend fucking you all through the night, in here, upstairs, and even in the master bedroom, where I've never fucked another woman before in my life. What's more, you're going to love every last little bit of it. By the time I'm through with you, you'll come crawling to me, begging me for more. But when you do, I'm going to ignore you, Amanda, just as I've ignored the countless other cunts I've known. You're good for a night, maybe a week or two, and then, off you go."
"Poor Ambrose," Amanda murmured, genuinely feeling sorry for him. "That you should have to sink to this. If you're only one-tenth as good as you say, you'd never have to resort to force."
"Damn you!" Ambrose snorted, his hand suddenly gripping her throat. "Who the hell d'you think you are, analyzing me this way? Damn you to hell, Amanda Rose. The time for talking is past. The time for fucking has begun."
Amanda automatically moved one of her arms across her breasts to cover them. For a brief instant he had sparked fear inside her. Now he was looming over her, looking like some giant spectre about to pounce on her as he hovered there. Her other hand slid between her thighs to cover her vaginal mount, not only from his eyes, but from his hands, and from that massive instrument of his, as well.
But his hand was already reaching down and covering her hand, slowly pulling it aside, his strong knees moving between her own slender young thighs. The man's immense strength was making itself known as he leaned forward and carelessly flipped her two arms to her sides, positioning her so she lay with her head against the rear seatback, her buttocks forward, and her stretched-out feet once again resting on his shoulders. She knew if she tried to pull them away, he would merely hoist them right back up.
Dear God! Amanda thought. He's probably the most marvelous man I've ever know, and if I can get him to stop drinking ... oh ... he's going to do it!He's going to ... f-fuck me. That impossibly thick, long ramrod will never fit inside me. But he won't let go! He knows I'm a virgin, that I've never had a penis inside me before. He might kill me with that ... thing of his. No! No, he won't kill me. He's not the type to really harm anyone.
Roughly, as if to emphasize his mastery over her, Ambrose tugged her slender thighs as wide apart as possible while still keeping her knees on his shoulders. Moving foward while on his knees, he let his swinging cock hammer wildly against the insides of her tantalizing thighs. With the moonlight pouring in over his shoulder, Amanda was able to see the rich purple hue of his penile head. In the silver moonlight it almost looked black.
"Ambrose," she said softly, "please don't do this. You're hurting yourself as much as you are me."
"Sure I'm hurting myself," he nodded. "There's no pleasure in this. I'm only doing it because this is painful. I relish pain. I hate pleasure. So I'm causing the both of us untold agony here and now."
He pushed his knees firmly into the seat between her slender thighs, his knees forcing them to remain wide apart. Even though it was dark where his body shadowed what he was doing, he was still barely able to make out the outline of her cunt and her buttocks. The man grinned his partially drunk grin as he spread his weight on top of the slender Amanda, saying, "I've been told you don't have a hymen. You have no idea how lucky you are. That's one helluva lot of pain you'll be spared. Honey, you're about to be plugged as few women in this world really have been. Few, that is, in comparison to how many women there are in the world, not few in number, though. I have a feeling you're going to be the best lay I've ever had."
Amanda writhed a bit as the massive, swollen, rubbery head of the man's monstrous penis slipped between her tender thighs and settled against her wetly shining cuntlips, resting there for a long instant. Then, with infinite patience, the man gripped his penis and began rubbing the tip of it up and down, up and down, wedging her inner labia the least little bit apart. He felt her crisp vaginal hairs tickling the head of his penis as it began denting her inner labia inward.
"Uuuuunnnhhh!" she gasped. "God! Ambrose, Mr. Wallace, don't do this to me. Don't you understand, you're drunk, now. Sober, you wouldn't do something like this. You hate to admit it, but you have a conscience, and if you do this, you'll feel anguish for the rest of your life."
"I'm getting more and more sober with every passing minute," he gasped, feeling the wetness of his own lubrication mixing with the salivary deposit he had left in her cunt, added to the heavy outflow of her own oils, giving his cock all the greasing it would need for total penetration. "Now you might be right about me being sorry for all this, afterward, but I'll be just as sorry if I don't do it. I'd rather be sorry for something I've done than for something I didn't do. So make up your mind to it, I'm going to fuck you-NOW!"
Without another word, he tightened his buttocks, bunching his thigh muscles as he cocked his hips, then he rammed forward with all his strength, pushing into the wedge opening of her narrowly tight little vagina.
It hurt!
As far as Amanda was concerned, the pain of the vaginal tissues, being widened as never before, was agonizing. It hurt like it ought not to, and she groaned, trying to keep her lips clamped tightly shut. Crying out would have one of two effects, neither of which she wished to give. Crying out meant she would either make ham sadistically happy, which she had no desire to do, or it would dig into his subconscious and cause him later anguish, which, for some strange reason, she also didn't wish to do. But she felt as if a white-hot bar of pure metal was being forced into her vagina, tearing directly into her innards. The massive penis seemed to open her up, ripping her flesh, cutting through her backwall, her belly and her chest, moving up into her gullet intent on coming out of her mouth. Her vagina felt torn, shredded, spread as wide as the Grand Canyon, and she was certain the penetration of Ambrose Wallace's pulsing cock had broken her pelvic bones, as well, tearing her flesh, cutting through her muscles, making certain she would never again be able to walk. Her breath was wheezing out of her in agonizingly short pantings as she felt the massively swollen cock enlarging in her interior tunnel, coated with blood she was certain came from tissues he had ripped on the way in.
In actuality, the hard cock had only pentrated three inches into her, and now Ambrose relaxed, allowing that part of his cock in her seething tunnel to rejoice in the fantastic tightness of her crushing inner pressure. G-o-o-o-o-o-ddddd it was a tightness the like of which he had never felt from another vagina. Oh, Lord! Was she ever compressing his cock in there. It was as if he were trapped in an ever-contracting vise. It squeezed his cock to the point where it seemed to threaten to suck all the semen from his prostate in a single tumultuous explosion.
Ambrose Wallace had never felt so overwhelmed with sensation in his entire life. He was aroused with overpowering heat the like of which he hadn't known since the first time he had fucked a woman. That time it had been a woman he had thought he'd loved. Since then, he had never again made the mistake of believing himself in love with a woman, but the effect of this cunt on him was the same as that initial cunt, and he was worried about having a premature ejactulation. Hell! That first time, it had all been so new to him, but at no time had he ever felt such powerful tightness as he felt at this moment. Jesus! She had a crease that was a crusher. She was so tightly fastened around his throbbing organ he knew if he didn't have the full length of his throbbing cock solidly buried in the fuming center of her he would go out of his mind. So he took a deep breath, clenched his buttocks tightly together, and riding on the added lubricaton emitted by her own internal self, pushed his pulsing cock deeper, deeper, deeper, sinking it further into her, pushing it slowly forward into her tightly resisting pocket until he had wriggled every last little millimeter into her.
"Owwwww aaaggg hhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o ... pie eee-eee aaaaase ... it hurts, it hurts!" the lovely redheaded girl screamed.
The agony of the follow-up assault was no less painful for Amanda but it was a different kind of agony for the petite young lady. She had never been stretched before, certainly not this wide, and she felt unadulterated physical agony as the massively thick phallus slid past her cervix in its complete penetration of her vagina, widening and spreading the tubing of her clutching vaginal membranes, stretching her helplessly tormented body and pressuring her interior.
Amanda, who had always been the soul of sanity and reason itself, had almost fled into the world of insanity to escape this torture, but after a moment felt her sanity returning, and with it, there was new and vivid pain, agony that flooded her tormented mind as well as her tantalizingly slender body. As she lay there, she contemplated some kind of revenge for this latest indignity performed on her person.
Until he had done this to her in the car, she had felt sorry for him. No, she had felt much more for him.
Amanda had actually felt herself attracted to him. In a way she was still attracted to him, but she hated him nontheless. In fact, her attraction to him made her hate him that much more. He had perpetrated an outrage on her womanly dignity as prson to take revenge on anyone. To preserve her sanity she had to come to grips with the fact that for the first time in her young life a massive penis was solidly buried in her teeming center. She was no longer a virgin in any sense of the word, and except for the temporary agony she was undergoing, it really wasn't going to change her in any way.
The thick penis felt as if it had been buried hundred of feet deep inside her, and there was simply nothing for her to do to resist the throbbing length of human penetration. Eventually he would be finished, and the pain would go away.
"Uuuuumphhhhh! she grunted.
It was pulsing and hammering away inside her teeming young body, the thickness swelling and receding as he continually flexed it, creating the impression he had drilled a jackhammer into her. It was pounding insanely away within her, as if keeping beat with the pulsations of his pounding heart as he pressed his muscular body all the more firmly against her slender feminine loveliness. She was perspiring very heavily, and it was her breasts which seemed to be taking most of his weight, as she felt them pushed and flattened against her body. His throbbing organ was buried as deeply as possible inside her, and with each pulsation it felt as if new pinnacles of pain were being brought to life inside her close feminine cave.
It was almost amusing, and if it weren't so agonizing, she would have laughed about it. He had besmirched her honor. In this day and age no woman was virginal, certainly not in her twenties, so Amanda really didn't think too much about it. Still, it would have been nice if she had been able to save her virginity for the man she loved, even if he might not end up being the man she would one day marry. Then another thought occurred to her. How would she know she loved a man unless she played the two-backed beast with him?
Aloud, she said, "Well now, you must feel pretty macho, having raped a helpless virgin. How does it feel to put your masculine strength against a helpless girl incapable of fighting back?"
She found herself panting heavily. Each gasp seemed to coincide with a pulsation of his penis inside her vagina.
"Helpless?" Ambrose laughed. "Where in the name of God did you ever get the idea you were helpless? It's you helpless women who eventually gain control over the strongest of men. Hell! If there's one thing I've learned in this world it's that there's no such thing as a helpless woman. The prettier you are, the more powerful you are, and Amanda, let's stop kidding ourselves. Rated that way, you're going to wield one helluva lot of power."
He was rasping into her ear as he spoke, his teeth nibbling and chewing on her earlobe, his hard body spreading itself over her slender form so that she felt totally overwhelmed by his physicality.
"The hardest part is over with, Amanda" he continued. "You were sure as hell a virgin, all right. But that obstacle is out of the way once and for all. I'll tell you this, though. You're so damned tight inside, the next guy to penetrate you...."
He stopped, and Amanda, even in pain, was curious what he was going to say.
"What about the next man to enter me?" she asked.
"No!" he snapped shaking his head. "If anyone else ever fucks you, at least in the near future, it'll have to be on my say-so. You're mine, Amanda, mine for as long as I want you."
"From what you've told me, you tire of women pretty quickly."
"I have a feeling I'm not going to tire of you for a long time to come," he said, and though the smell of whiskey was still on his breath, there was no doubt that he was almost completely sober by now.
"If you continue drinking like that, you'll have to rape me every time, because you sure as hell won't have me willingly, otherwise," she insisted.
"Are you telling me you'd be willing if I didn't drink?" he asked.
"All I'm saying is, I'll definitely be unwilling as long as you do drink," she reiterated.
"I see," he nodded. "Well, I'll worry about the next time, the next time. As for now, well things'll be getting good for the both of us just about now."
With her battered mind having survived the bruising assault on her body, the beautiful young red-haired girl began to take inventory of her violated body as she lay impaled, staked like a vampire as it were against the fulcrum of her violator, spiked by a long, thick spear of strong, purple-topped flesh that felt so huge inside her, she felt as if Pike's Peak had been hammered into her.
.Inventory revealed to her that fact that her hot vagina had not, in spite of all initial feeling otherwise, been torn asunder. True it had been painfully penetrated, but she wasn't bleeding internally. All the fluid she felt within was lubrication, mostly her own, but with a goodly mixture of his, as well.
The torment was beginning to fade more than a little by now, and the sensitive nerves buried in the depths of her womanly well, as well as at the entrance to her cunt were commencing to churn in a very unlady-like way as she realized she was beginning to feel sensations similar to those she had felt when she had been forced to fellate him earlier, and she had penetrated her vagina with her own finger. Only this time the feeling was considerably stronger than it had been, then. The pressure of his thick penis against all her inner walls at once was having a turmoiled effect on her. The agony was definitely disappearing, and more and more thrilling sensations continued building in her womanly interior. In fact, it was beginning to reach proportions similar to those she had felt when he had first applied his tongue to her clitoris. her pelvic bones were not, as she had first thought, broken, for her lower body was already beginning to start rotating,, turning, twisting, churning in an obscene revolving motion of lascivious invitation, moving as if her mind was no longer connected to her body, and her body was doing its own thing. She was aware of the fact that the movement of her body was inviting the thick root already buried deeply inside her to attempt even deeper penetration. What was more, her vaginal lips were beginning to feel tingles, and she realized her perineum was still definitely intact, as were her buttocks. In fact, she felt his testicles being cradled between the cheeks of her ass, those globes that protected her anus from the rest of the world.
All in all, Amanda had to admit she would unquestionably survive this penetration of her helpless body. But that huge spike probing within her was causing even greater sensations.
Ambrose was enjoying himself simply lying there, letting his hard cock soak in her cunt. Christ! Her pussy was so tight, he was certain her clinging walls had scraped off his outer layer of skin, and what was more, there was every chance she would scrape off additional layers of skin if he pumped his prick in and out of her oven. Hell! He had started out to fuck her, and fuck her he would, come hell, high water, or any other damned thing. He bunched his taut muscles together and forced his penis to swell even more thickly without trying to move it inside her.
"Hhhhhaaaauuunnnngggghhh!" the lovely little redheaded young woman gasped.
At first she thought she would feel more agony, and then, as the moments passed, she realized what she was feeling was definitely not agonizing in any way. Rather it was more of that good feeling, and she immediately began striving for more of it as the gigantic shaft in the tunneling depths of her hot cunt seemingly danced around inside and the dreadful, traitorous nevers of her inner womb responded without her mind telling them to do so. All four walls of her tightly clinging vaginal tunnel throbbed with the contractions of the pulsing cock, and her inner muscles began working for the first time, surrounding his organ even more tightly, applying pressure like a million tiny little caterpillars running up and down the massive cylindrical length.
"You have the tightest cunt I've ever known," he gasped. "Jesus! You feel like the jaws of a snapping turtle inside. Honey, you and I are going to have us one big ball."
"You've been trying to make me feel ashamed ... uhhh ... of myself ever since you brought me here," Amanda gasped. "Well, I have nothing for which to reproach myself," she insisted. "You go ahead and do what you want with me, but you won't make me feel guilty about it."
"Guilty?" he smirked. "I told you, I don't want you feeling guilty. Enjoy, honey, enjoy. Keep on enjoying right up to the day I toss you out on your keester, then don't bother coming back to me, because I'll have moved on to other pastures."
"You really have a way of making a woman feel good inside," she retorted, angry that he had to be sarcastic even now.
Intent on enjoying her tight pussy to the utmost, the strong man pushed his two hands under her asscheeks, with her legs still on his shoulders, and he dug his fingers into the cheeks of her rounded behind.
"Hhhhhaaauuuggghhh!" he gasped. "Jesus! I've never felt a cunt like this in my entire life. I think I might very well spend the rest of my life buried inside you, honey. The time has come for me to do some moving, and I'd advise you to move with me for maximum pleasure, honey."
"Easy ... hhh hhuuuu unnnng ggg ... careful I'll...," she gasped, unable to fight him as she decided to go along with her original idea of doing whatever it was he wanted to do and sparing herself any further grief and pain. Her body was already responding in a positive way no matter what her mind wanted, anyway. Her cunt slammed against his groin, thrusting upward as he powered downward. Her rotating, vibrating fuzz-covered pelvis was hitting against his with regulated rhythm as he began a vibrant thrusting into her vagina while the serpentine walls inside milked his phallic length in perfect rhythm to the pounding of both their hearts.
Leaning down a little to gain more leverage, the handsome man opened his mouth and began to suck strongly on the swollenly pink-budded nipple of Amanda's right breast, pulling it deep into his mouth, and slavering all over it. His saliva seemed to cover all of her breast as he pulled it all the way into his mouth again and again. It was at that moment that he reached underneath and pressed a finger against the flower-like bud of her crinkled anus.
A new and different, more outrageous pain blasted through Amanda Rose's helpless young body at this most recent violation of her tiniest, tenderest squirming innermost orifice, but the pain was almost something pleasurable, for Amanda felt it melt into the arousing thrills she was feeling in the crushing depths of her enclosing vagina. She felt herself starting to fuck with redoubled and renewed vigor, her body automatically responding to what was happening to it.
"Hhh hhhuuu uaaann nngggh hh ... oooonn nng-ggh hh ... ggghhh hhhaaa nnnngg ghhh ... hhhhaa aauuur rrrggg gnnnnn ghhhhhh...." she gutturally gasped out loud, and she discovered her body was feeling sensations as it had never felt them before. She was alive with thrilled desire, moving uncontrollably, bucking insanely, bouncing maddeningly. It was happening. She was slowly building toward that ultimate sensation again. Though she had always been gentel and lady-like, Amanda knew this was not a time for gentility. Rather it was a time for honesty, and Amanda was nothing if not honest.
"You've ... uuuuunnnnhhh ... violated me ... ravaged me ... hhh hhhuuu uunnnn ggghhh ... raped me ... ggg ghhhhu uuunnn ggghhh ... pillaged me...."she gasped between panting sighs of building lust. "You wanted ... oooohh hhh ... to fuck me so ... uuunnn hhh ... bad lyyyyy ... hhh haaann nnhhh ... so come on and do it right ... nnn hhh ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me har rrrrd ... fuck me deep ... ggg ghhhha aaannn ggg hhh ... fuck me again and again ... fff hhhnnn nggghh hhhh ... fuck up ... ooo ooo-ooh ... fuck up ... ooo hhhh ... fuck down ... uuu nnnhhh hh ... fuck around ... fuck me inside out ... and if I die, keep on fucking me afterwarrrrd...."
She was actually screaming at him, her voice the shrill scream of some creature totally unknown to her. Her innermost thoughts were being revealed to this monster as she reached up, surrounding his powerful body with her slender arms, arms coated with the lightest, fluffiest red lint. Her fingers clamped themselves to his back, digging in, cutting him with her nails, making half-moon little scars in his flesh, scars that filled with blood each time her nails moved to another part of his back. Soon she was not merely cutting into his back, but ripping the flesh, tearing it, making canals of blood. She soon had swaths cut from the nape of his neck down his spine. Her fingers cut into his buttocks, raking them, as well, as she urged his cock that much more deeply into her, making him pound faster and faster. Her body bounced in tandem with his.
Ambrose's head was still down because his mouth was sucking on one of her breasts, heightening the feeling even more for her. But when he turned his face at an angle, she leaned up and forward and bit at his earlobe.
The stocky, sandy-haired man continued plunging his prodigious penile pole of power into her tender vaginal vise, at the same time digging his fiercely churning finger into her anal depths, while chomping down on the nodding nodule of her nipple, causing her breasts to swell even more. At the same time Amanda gave some serious thought to chewing off the man's earlobe.
Until now, Abrose had always been good at holding his sperm in check. He always made the women come before he did in order to show them he was the lord and master, but with this woman it was different. He was going to come, and he was going to come hard. What was more, he wouldn't be able to hold himself in check. Not only that, but he didn't want to restrain himself. What he was feeling was too good. He had to keep going until he hit the top of the rainbow. Any pause, any slowdown would decrease the sensations for him, sensations far stronger than anything he had ever previously known with any other female. Her teeth in his earlobe made him speed up his violent thrusts and he fucked her that much harder. He moved his weighty penis in and out of her sucking tightness at a speed he would never have believed possible. Without thinking about her satisfaction in the least, he felt his own seed bubbling up, and he slammed his cock into her all the more violently.
"UUUUUR RRRGGG GGHHHH LLLMMM MMH-HHH WWWWWA AAAUUU UUUHHH RRRRGG GGLLU HHHMMM MFFFFF FFAAAA GGGHHH HHLHHH WWWRRR GGG!" he gagged as he came, his mouth filled with the fullness of her rounded breast, the nipple reaching his throat. He fired one violent spurt of semen after another into her tender body.
Even as he fired, his cock, still stiff, continued applying friction to her vaginal walls as his finger delved as deep into her rectum, and the lovely redhead realized her orgasm was overwhelming her.
"AAAAAIIIIIIU UUU-YYY YYAAAAIIIIIIAAA-GGG GGGHHH AAAGGG HHHAAA HHHH HHH-AAA NNNGGG GGHUUU UUNNNG GGG-HHH HHHAAA HHHHHH!"
As strong as her initial orgasm had been when he had forced her to suck his cock, it was mild compared to the towering charge that sizzled through her entire body at this moment. Amanda was unable to figure out prcisely what was happening. The blasting flashbulbs that went off behind her eyes, and a mounting pressure building up inside her head were so strong, she was afraid her brain would burst.
The seething pressure clogged her throat, making her gag as if she still had a penis in her gullet. Then the feeling moved into the swells of her breasts, both of which felt as if lightning was radiating through the pink nipples. Then the mammaries felt as if they had exploded. Shudders rippled through her wantonly writhing flat belly, then moved into her womb, bursting through her vagina with uncontrollable, overpowering force. In fact, the force from her vagina was so great, it almost expelled the still-solid staff of the man's cock from her body.
Not knowing what procedure to follow at this point, nor totally aware of what was happening, all Amanda was able to do was gasp and gaggingly cling to the man on top of her, even as he sought to try and pull out of her for fear of having his cock compressed into a flat piece of useless flesh. But Amanda wasn't letting go. Hell! He had taken her this far, and the two of them were going all the way.
Her thighs wrapped themselve around his muscular body, and if her slender legs were unable to wind themselves all the way around the man, her heels reached his buttocks, and she kicked them much as a cowboy would dig spurs into the flanks of a horse. As a result, his body shuttled back and forth all the more quickly, thereby making his cock massage her helpless membranes-already oversensitive-until the next orgasm, slightly less powerful, overcame her. This was followed in short order by a third, a fourth, a fifth, and then a series of minor climaxes so quantitative, she lost count. She finally ran out of breath and out of strength. Her weak thighs fell apart as she felt the last of his spurts inside her, and that was when she realized his penis had once again wilted and shiriveled to nothingness.
"Christ!" he gasped, staring down at her. "I've never know anyone like you. Never!"
Then she passed out.