Chapter 2
Harry's house was a pleasant little ranch-style place in Forest City Park, right next to Forest City. Harry had a ten minute drive to work every day, and on good days, taking short cuts across back lawns, he would be able to walk it in almost the same span of time.
It was obvious his wife wasn't home the moment Karen walked inside. The rooms were somewhat dusty, and the bedroom, what Harry laughingly referred to as the playroom, had an unmade bed.
"Well," Karen said, "now that we're here, when does it begin?"
"All in due time, Karen," Harry laughed. "Since we have a lot of time, let's start by having a nice dinner. I see no reason to rush things. You'll find all the groceries in the kitchen. Cook us something nice."
Karen wanted to tell him to drop dead, that she was no one's servant, but at the moment she didn't have much choice. Going into the kitchen, she saw it was small, but still big enough for a kitchen table and four chairs. There were cabinets along the far wall, and opening them, she found all the pots and pans, and even found a small pantry.
It took nearly an hour, but at the end of that time Karen had whipped up two steaks, a can of peas, some French's Instant mashed potatoes, two cups of coffee, and some gelatin dessert she found in the refrigerator.
After dinner, Harry went into his living room and relaxed for awhile, smoking a cigar, watching the evening news on TV. Karen was on pins and needles, knowing he would be using her at any moment, but simply prolonging the agony.
It was eight o'clock when Harry said to her, "Go take a long, hot shower, Karen. I like my pussy really clean."
She felt like spitting in the man's face, but once again she realized she was at his mercy. She had spoken to all the females Harry had mentioned, and though they colored a little that he'd been stupid enough to mention his affairs with them, they admitted readily enough that Harry always kept his word. The truth was, The Parasol Insurance Claims Department was really under Harry Greco's control. If they ever dumped him without a suitable replacement, the entire company would be in hot water.
Rummaging through Harry's closet in the bedroom, she found one of his bathrobes. Putting it on after removing her own clothing, she washed her undies in the bathroom sink and hung them up on the shower rod to dry. Then she took a long, hot shower.
Afterward, with Harry's robe wrapped around her naked body, she returned to the living room. Harry smiled, put out his cigar in an ashtray nearby, then hoisted himself to his feet.
"I don't usually take a shower for a broad," he told her, "but since you and I are gonna be rolling all weekend, I figure I'll do you a favor."
He took fifteen minutes in the bathroom, and when he emerged he smelled reasonably clean. He had even washed the taste of the cigar out of his mouth with mouthwash.
Grabbing a bottle and two drinking glasses, Harry brought them into the bedroom. He poured a shot of scotch for the both of them, and tossed his off.
Karen sipped hers, knowing her entire future rested on this one horrible man. She drained her glass, feeling the hot liquid sear its way down her throat. She knew Harry was softening her up. It was just as well. A clear head at this point would have been disastrous. Had she stopped to think about what she was doing, she might have run screaming from the house, even though she was only wrapped in a bathrobe.
Harry reached for the bottle as she sat on the bed, the glass still in her hand. He poured her a double, this time.
"You'll need this, kid," he told her, sneering. "You and I are gonna have us one helluva ball this weekend, and believe me, anytime you want old Harry to straighten you out in the future, you'll get it gratis, provided I get all the cooperation I want this weekend. Right?" he asked, smiling triumphantly.
Karen nodded numbly, her head moving up and down in assent, gripping the glass so tightly with her fingers her knuckles turned white. She tipped the glass to her lips and sent another large swallow down her throat. Inwardly she was already having misgivings, thinking how she would scream in revulsion if this man touched her. Still, she knew she had no choice. It was coming, and she might as well face it. Things had gone too far now to turn back, and she simply was not able to back out of this, now, not with her entire future at stake. She had to submit to whatever degradation he demanded if she was going to keep her job. The people they worked for weren't interested in someone's morals. All they cared about was efficiency. It was that simple, and she began to understand it only too well.
Harry knew the moment the brown-haired girl nodded her head that there would be no battle between them. He had won. He was going to fuck the cunt off this sweet little bitch, and there was nothing she would do to stop him. He had plied her with enough liquor to help lower her resistance even more, though it really hadn't been necessary because she needed him and would do anything, anything at all he demanded in order to insure his assistance.
He smiled licentiously as he stood in front of her now, removing his other bathrobe, the one he was wearing. He let it fall to the floor, letting her see him naked. Though he had a slight paunch he wasn't really fat.
His solidly hard phallus stood straight out from his body and seemed to be pointing accusingly at her. To Karen, it looked like a giant horizontal Oak. It was growing from the salt-and-pepper underbrush of hair on his pelvis. With his right hand he gripped the organ, stroking it, pulling the foreskin back and forth over what seemed to be an ever-expanding head. The penis seemingly continued to grow jerkily in size each time the head disappeared into the thick cowl of flesh covering it.
Inwardly, Harry smiled. He saw the loathing written all over Karen's face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his thick, tan member. His own excitement inwardly flared as he enjoyed seeing the helpless fear rising in her eyes. He had a feeling she was going to be more fun than any of the other Parasol women.
In spite of all the liquor with which he had plied her, he knew she was going to be totally conscious of everything happening to her. It was going to be a distinct pleasure to dehumanize this one. As far as he was concerned, she had no idea how lucky she was, getting his cock, first.
Soon he would be bringing forth screams of pain and moans of pleasure from the beautiful woman before him. When she opened her mouth to speak and he saw the division between her front teeth he felt all the more aroused. It was as if the space between her teeth made her even more sexy. He was barely able to restrain himself, now, thinking how much he was going to enjoy driving his cock into the unprotected belly of this desperate female.
"I had a vasectomy about two years ago," he told her. "So you don't have to worry about becoming pregnant. Now suppose you get that robe off, or do you want me to do it for you."
Karen began moving. The mere thought of this man putting hands on her terrified her. Even knowing it was inevitable, she wanted to prolong the moment as much as possible. She pulled on the sash of the robe, then got to her feet and turned her back to Harry. Slowly she slipped the robe off her shoulders, and finally she let it fall to the floor, letting him look at the smoothness of her white flesh.
She shivered, feeling Harry's eyes burning into the curves of her buttocks. She had never believed it possible when a girl friend told her of feeling a man's eyes on her body, but now she knew it was true. She felt Harry's hungering eyes, but she didn't have the courage to turn around and look at them.
Harry licked his lips, looking at the rondular contours of her asscheeks. Some women, young ones as well as old, had what looked like lumpy asses. Not this one. Her cheeks were perfect ovals, pressed tightly together. All her flesh was firm. He had to admit she was one well-built woman.
For the first time in her life, the trembling Karen felt defenseless, totally helpless. Thank goodness for the drinks he had given her to deaden her nerves.
Harry was totally naked in front of her, showing off his body as if he were some kind of weight lifter who was trying to display his perfect physical definition. The truth was, the only part of him that was really impressive was his penis.
Though she was a virgin, Karen was not totally the prude. She had dated many boys in high school and college, and even though she hadn't allowed them to deflorate her, she had manually satisfied them. Therefore she had seen a few other male penises, but she had to admit, Harry's was the longest, thickest penis she had ever seen.
Some of the other boys she had dated, all of whom were physically more attractive than Harry, had tried hard to convince her to give them her body. It wasn't that she was such a Goody-Two-Shoes. Her hymen wasn't really that important to her, but she felt she simply didn't want to have every and any penis burying itself in her body. She, herself, was a special person, especially in her own eyes. She understood the hunger in all these boys, and she was even willing to do something about it. But she was not simply going to let them plant themselves into her body because they chose to do so. Her body was hers, to do with as she pleased.
At least it had been hers to do with as she pleased until this particular day. She rationalized what she was doing now with the thought that this was for her entire future. Even if, and when, she eventually got married, she expected she would keep her job for at least three years before having any children of her own. The money she would be earning would be a needed buffer, since the man she expected to marry would probably not be much older than herself, first making this way in the world.
That was why she was allowing this caricature of a man to have his way with her. Had the company bothered to properly train her, she would not have had to undergo this kind of terrible treatment. But the company, it seemed, believed in "on-the-job training." They expected her to work and learn at the same time, and they expected her to learn everything to perfection almost immediately.
Often, in the first week she had been with Parasol, she had considered looking for some other work, but from friends she learned all companies were exactly the same, giving the least in the way of wages and training, and expecting the worker to put out the most. So she was now using her one asset, her body, to pry secrets out of Harry Greco, hoping he would not only straighten out her department, but would teach her in the process.
Still, the idea of this man standing before her, perpetrating all kinds of indecencies on her body, made her shudder. He was obviously intent on using her for his own pleasure, probably not even giving a damn about what she did or didn't feel. The thought that she was to be a vessel for his sterile semen made her shudder.
Harry stepped toward her, his mouth hanging open, his wide eyes drinking in the slender, angular shapes of her body and her legs. She turned, letting him see the round protuberances of her breasts for the first time, and a long line of drool fell from the corner of his mouth. His eyes flicked up and down, looking at her soft throat, wandering across her brown nipples and areola, then moving down to the flatness of her white belly with its dimpled navel. The way he continually stared at her almost made her sick, and as he moved closer, she said, "Please ... Harry ... no ... don't ... I'm afraid ... don't touch me ..."
"It's a little too late for that, Karen," Harry laughed, his voice sounding almost contemptuous of her. He grasped her smoothly rounded shoulders tightly in his hands, and she felt his strong, thick fingers digging harshly into her tender white flesh. "We have your whole future at Parasol to consider."
"No! No! I don't care! I'll work it out, somehow, I will!"
The man loomed above her, his eyes totally devoid of pity at this point. He stared into her own eyes coldly, seething lust, unyielding and cruel, boring into the very deepest part of her trembling soul. The pressure of his digging fingers held her close, not permitting her to turn away from his lustful gaze.
"Oh no, no, no!" she whimpered helplessly, writhing and wriggling. "I can't do it, I just can't."
Her gasping pleas fell on unhearing ears as his arms wrapped themselves tightly around her and his hungering mouth crushed itself firmly against her cupid's bow lips. His long, thick penis was pressing very solidly into the softness of her yielding white belly. All the while his tongue was snaking in and out of her mouth, working between her teeth.
Karen did her best to struggle, but fear and the scotch she had swallowed now drained her of her strength to fight. The thickly probing tongue washing through her mouth and the heavy smell of mouthwash and deodorant soap from his body filled her twitching nostrils, making her helplessly shudder as she realized she had come too far. No matter how she struggled, Harry was going to have his way with her. The strong, masculine body had mucilage itself to hers very tightly, his arms and legs flowing over her like a giant spider's web from which there was no escape.
"Mmmmmphhhh ... please ... mmmmmphhh ... don'tffff ..." she gasped, and her mind closed itself to what was happening to her now as she thought back to an earlier time, when she had almost permitted a boy to do this very same thing to her.
The room began spinning crazily around and around and she felt herself being pushed back, back, back, toward the bed. The edge of the mattress caught the backs of her knees, and the force of their momentum sent Karen sprawling flat on her back on the bed with Harry falling on top of her, pinning her solidly down.
Karen pressed her slenderly naked thighs tightly together, doing her best to keep the squirming body on top of her from trying to lodge himself between them. His heavily throbbing lance of cock had somehow managed to probe between her thighs and was tightly trapped by the pressure she was exerting. She shuddered, feeling him grunt as he moved up and down, rubbing the cock-head against her hair-lined pussy lips, massaging her crotch again and again.
The helpless woman was aware of the wetness of the hard, thick rod as it slid up and down in its own lubricating juices against the tenderly soft, inner hollows of her trembling thighs. His head pressed itself forcefully against hers, and then his face suddenly dropped. Karen gasped, feeling the sharp, excruciating pain of his teeth nibbling on the soft lobe of her right ear. She kicked out automatically with her slenderly smooth legs, wanting to somehow make him take his teeth away. Her kicking caused her thighs to open, and his body sank triumphantly between them as they splayed wide open. The flat underside of his throbbing cock was rubbing up and down in the seethingly wet slit of her pink vagina. When he suddenly pulled back too far and lunged forward again, the head of his pulsating penis slid through her feminine trough and then pushed itself between the rounded globes of her shuddering buttocks. All the while his bony knees held her thighs sadistically apart.
As far as Harry was concerned, the minor skirmish was over, and Karen realized she had been bested. It was going to happen to her no matter how hard she fought, and all that she had to look forward to now was the pain and the humiliation.
The ceiling began spinning overhead until it, too, was suddenly blotted out by the sight of Harry Greco's leering face moving over hers. His mocking eyes were already laughing at the glazed look of defeat and the hopeless acceptance of his victory. His hairy pelvis began a grinding motion very slowly against her upturned crotch. He felt the top of his cock rubbing itself into the pink slit of her seething cunt. The thickly swollen rubbery head of his penis continually traced a sticky wet path up and down the smooth white hollows of her thighs, pressing gently against them, feeling the delightfully puffy outlines of her seething labia being impressed clearly through his nerve-endings.
He continued grinding slowly, continually against her trembling vaginal lips, looking at her face, watching the expression in her eyes slowly beginning to change. He knew she would not be able to keep her mind closed to this kind of pressure for any length of time. He recognized the kind of woman Karen was. She wasn't the first one he had enjoyed this way. She was one of those who were so proud of .having restrained themselves. Even many of those who were no longer virgins had been restrained and almost passionless until he had gotten his hands on them. They didn't know how lucky they were to be fucked by Harry Greco. This was the kind of woman who held onto other meaningless realities, like her work. When those realities became threatened, she had to turn to a new reality, this kind of reality, and now there was nothing for her but Harry Greco, who intended fully enjoying her to his heart's content over the weekend.
Harry had spotted her as prime cunt the day she had first come to work for Parasol. Though he hadn't known for sure that he would have an opportunity to bed her, he had quietly waited, watching, knowing how inept his company was when it came to training new people. Had he been in charge of Parasol Insurance, he would have started her as an assistant processor, then moved her up to processor, then eventually he would have let her become a supervisor when she proved she was qualified and ready. But the company didn't do things like that. They were only interested in college degrees. Even if the college degree was in engineering or liberal arts they hired the individual over someone without a college degree, even though that someone might prove infinitely more valuable to the company.
From the moment he had seen Karen he had thought of her as a cold, reserved girl, hiding something deep inside her that would one day explode if the proper fuse was applied. There was as much hidden desire in her as there was in almost every woman Harry had ever known. True, there were one or two cold fishes, and nothing anyone would have done would have helped them, but not Karen. He knew the moment he saw her, beneath her cold exterior there was a lot of fire. It had to be brought to the fore. Some kind of spark was needed to ignite her, and he, Harry Greco, was certain he knew how to apply that spark. He was patient in his probings, knowing he would eventually find the right key, and she would respond to him and eventually accept the fact that he was a superior lover, even if she didn't fall madly in love with him. For some reason, none of the girls at Parasol fell madly in love with him, but all those who had slept with him had to acknowledge that when it came to using his cock, he was superior to most men.
Karen felt as if she were suffocating. Her long, lithe, smooth white form was being pressed solidly into the yielding mattress. She was well aware of the heatedly thick, rubbing rod of muscle and flesh forcing itself back and forth against her vaginal lips, sometimes probing between her asscheeks, other times rubbing up and down against her womanly cut. Silky, tingling hair from the man's heavy thighs played against the tender backs of the upraised columns of her thighs as he lifted her legs and pushed them out of the way.
She thought back to that night in college she had gone out on a double date, and her girl friend, in the back seat had thought nothing of lying down and letting her date pump into her with Karen and the other boy in the front seat. The boy with her had wanted to emulate the other couple, and Karen had remembered how aroused she had felt at the sight of it. He had tried forcing her down on the front seat, wanting to push his fingers under her dress, into her panties, and she had struggled, believing one didn't simply surrender one's virtue this easily because some boy was watching some other boy taking advantage of a girl.
Her mind was once again snapped back to reality as she was aware of the massive phallus rubbing against her vagina, probing, poking, seeking like some giant bird of prey playing with its helpless quarry. Her cunt was alive and tingling, and yet she thought of it as a tortured mouse that, unable to escape the cat toying with it, sought the only peace it knew, in surrender, allowing itself to be devoured.
Her unconscious mind fought the continuing torment of the heatedly teasing probe, fighting against surrender to it.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... ohhhhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ..." Karen gasped, writhing, struggling, groaning beneath the wide, cigar-stained smile of Harry Greco. But her hips were already betraying her helplessly unconscious, mindless need. Her loins began rotating, moving in small circles, barely perceptible at first, but definitely moving, moving as they had moved when the boy in the car had fingered her, managing to insert his finger an inch into her cunt while kissing her, holding her down with his own body so she had been unable to resist. The only reality at the time had been his probing finger, and only because the boy had come in his pants had he refrained from trying anything more.
Right now the only reality was the head of the penis grinding against her shuddering vagina as searing flame continued to burn scorchingly in her stomach, the fires licking out between her thighs, crying to be drowned out by the tormenting monster that slithered lewdly between the wetness of her vaginal lips.
Harry was aware of the victory he was attaining.
The slender thighs she had pressed so tightly against his writhing hips in defense suddenly fell away very loosely. Her heels hooked behind his knees and with a low, animal-like groan her arms found themselves uncontrollably snaking around his neck, pulling his mouth down tightly to mash against hers. She began sucking on his probing tongue, pulling on it voraciously, slurping it solidly between her own lips as soft, mewling sounds escaped through the wet sucking noise. She began grinding her crotch solidly against the rock-hardness of his throbbing cock, attempting to pull its thickness between her sensuous labial curtains. But she was unable to do so, and Harry lay on top of her for a moment, savoring the frustration she felt until he, too, was beyond delaying any longer.
He reached between them and began rubbing his fingers against the soft, mucous-soaked lips of her cunt. Then he gripped his cock and guided the throbbing head between the smooth, hair-covered, unprotected folds of her sweet, fleshy cuntlips. He was aware of her soft, crisp pelvic hairs parting before the unimpeded onslaught of his driving cock. The blunted tip met some expected resistance for a moment at the entrance to her heatedly broiling tunnel, and then he pushed, feeling the elastic mouth slowly open.
She was tight, very tight, and he had to push hard to probe an inch, and then a second inch into her.
"Aaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!'"Karen gasped, feeling pain as her tunnel was forced to widen and stretch beyond belief. She had known it would hurt, but she hadn't expected quite this much pain.
Karen writhed and squirmed beneath him, hot tears pouring from her eyes. Her throat felt filled with cotton and she was unable to utter the plea that would make him stop driving into her. Not that Harry would have stopped, anyway. He was enjoying the sweet pressure of her cunt squeezing around his cock too much to think about stopping.
He pushed hard, squeezing his cock in another inch, and Karen's dry, hoarse throat emitted a grunt. She gagged, feeling the pressure of his cock pushing against the sign of her virginity. It pressed slowly against the elastic membrane, forcing it inward, deeper, deeper, deeper, and the agony became excruciating. Karen thought she would die. Then there came one final agonizing sting, and suddenly the worst of the pain was gone as her hymen suddenly snapped.
"Hhhhhuuuunnnhhhh ... G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-dddddd-uuuhhhhhhhhhh!" she gagged as the penis began sinking deep, deep, deep, and then deeper into her. He slammed in with a sudden fury that made her face contort into a million lines. His heavy balls slapped weightily against the rounded cheeks of her upturned buttocks. He had opened her up, all right, and she was wet and ready to take his cock no matter how tight she was inside. The powerful impact of his driving thrust caused her lovely slender thighs to open even wider.
Karen, not realizing most of the agony was over, was certain Harry intended tearing her right up the middle with the battering ram between his thighs. She felt it delve so deeply into her she was certain it was going to come out her mouth. The writhing female gurgled helplessly, and suddenly she felt she wanted it to hurt her. She needed the pain to compensate her for having allowed this travesty to be visited on her. But what was worst of all was the pain she felt turning into pleasure. From what other girls had told her, she wasn't supposed to feel pleasure until anywhere from the third to the three-hundredth time she was fucked. Yet she was starting to feel some of it, right now. She should have been punished more for actually enjoying what she was feeling.
She remembered that night in the car, how the boy's finger had also made her feel a certain amount of pleasure mingling with the slight discomfort of having her internal self stretched by his delving finger. She was thrilled by that initial touch, and she had almost been sorry when the boy had prematurely ejaculated in his pants. Such a happening had prevented him from carrying out his intended molestation of her body, and that was the only way she was going to permit anyone to take her virginity, at least at that time. Further, the sounds of rapture coming from the back seat told her how much her girl friend was enjoying what the other boy was doing to her.
The smell of sex was cloyingly in her nostrils as she lay there and felt Harry's long, thick rampaging cock now buried unmercifully her belly. It moved in and out with difficulty because she remained tight in spite of her trying to adjust to his thickness.
In her mind the cock was trying to destroy her, and Karen was determined to destroy it, first. She screwed her sucking pussy up and down on the throbbing pole, moving with wild, vengeful strokes, crushing her vaginal walls together, exercising muscles she had never brought into play before, intent on crushing the penis.
Harry pinned her legs back, her knees touching her shoulders as she ached to take the cock all the way to the hilt inside her. The maddening slap of his thrusting balls against her asshole drove the beautiful brown-haired young woman into an even wilder frenzy. She was uncontrollable.
Above her, Harry looked down with a gloating smile. He had ignited her just as he knew he would.
Though he had no idea exactly what it was that set her off, he knew he had found the key to her heat. He braced himself on his knees and elbows, holding his body above the wildly thrashing torso, letting the hungrily clasping pussy slither itself up and down the rigid length of his shuddering cock at will. He bucked forward and down on her upstroke a number of times, driving the swollen head of his cock deeper and deeper into the tightness of her womanly depths.
"Unnnhhhh ... aaaannn ... hhhh ... uuunnnhh-hhh!" she gasped out loud as the whole length of his throbbing cock fucked itself into her again and again, the momentum of his thrusts now driving her ass deep into the trembling mattress beneath her.
Not content with what he had accomplished, Harry reached under her rounded asscheeks with his finger, rubbing between her lush buttocks, seeking and finally finding her rear crack wide open because of her position. He slowly pushed his middle finger into her rectum, thrusting in to the second knuckle, burying it in her rectum, causing her toes to curl against her feet as they jerked erotically in the air above them. Through the thin wall of wetly viscous flesh separating her tight cunt from her even tighter asshole, he felt the sperm-bloated ridge of his urethra in the bottom of his cock as the organ continued sliding in and out of her sucking cunt like a well-oiled piston in a racing car, though there was always just enough resistance to make it all so much more pleasurable.
She began spewing words out at him now as saliva came back into her throat between the gasps she was panting out as his cock continued driving into her cunt, and his finger kept on nailing itself into her rectum.
"All right ... you ... uuunnnggghhh ... wanted this ... aaaminggghhh ... so do it!!! Fuck me!! Fuck me, hard!" she pleaded, and Harry smiled, knowing there was an awful lot he was going to do to her in the next two days. She was going to really earn his help.
Gloatingly now, the fucking man proceeded to push a second driving finger into her rectum, pushing both fingers in to the palm of his hand. He dug them almost cruelly into her narrowly tight anal passage, feeling the soft fleshiness inside.
Karen found herself jerking up, her buttocks lifting several inches off the mattress in an attempt to escape the sudden intrusion of his fingers into her backside. But Harry Greco, as always, had timed everything perfectly, and he rammed his pelvis straight down with a vengeance, driving his solid cock deep into her sucking cunt.
As she bucked up and down between the rock-hard instrument in her vagina and the two manual digits in her rear, she found the thrills continually mounting in her quivering, shuddering body. She was thrillingly, albeit hopelessly impaled between the man's fingers and cock, and she groaned with delighted helplessness as he continued grinding into her cunt and asshole. The juices of her suckingly dilated pussy were running out, coursing down her inner thighs, running over his hand, lubricating the fingers he was continually driving into her seething rectum.
Karen strained back under the moving man, arching her slender loins against the constantly grinding assault on her vagina and anus. She was continually moaning over and over, feeling the pain totally dissipate within her, making her bewail the fact that there was nothing left to punish her for allowing her body to be used so indiscriminately. Her head flailed from side to side on the pillow beneath, her body one solid mass of static tingles shooting through her in continually mounting delight.
Harry moved his fingers around and around inside her, and she jerked and screwed her rounded buttocks back against them, grunting incessantly as the pain within her slowly subsided. She gradually became accustomed to the dual ravishing of her tender genitals. A masochistic pleasure totally replaced the sorrow she had inside her as firebrands of lust now raced wildly up and back from her totally filled crotch to the top of her head.
"Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her in rhythm between his fingers and his constantly pounding thick cock.
Harry felt his penis expanding with each thrust into the sucking, wet passage, its lust fed by the very helplessness of the woman squirming incoherently, but in burning heat, beneath him.
Karen felt the monstrous organ swelling and enlarging inside her battered feminine chamber. The giant head felt like an unrelenting fist continually pummeling into her, pounding away mercilessly. The fingers seemed to be claws, inhumanly tearing through her rectum, at no time giving her any respite from the constantly mounting, building pleasure continually enlarging in the depths of her trembling belly.
"Harrrrderrrrr ... haaarrrrderrrrrr ... fuck harder, Harry, harder, harrrderrr, harrrrrrderrrrrr," she chanted in constant rhythm to his long, hard, driving penile strokes.
The beautiful brown-haired girl felt as if she wanted to be violently torn apart by the instruments continually rummaging through her shuddering body. She wanted to be sliced right up the middle with his cock. Cock! There! She had thought the word, and it had a nice sound to it.
Massive, overpowering waves of thrilling sensation poured through her quivering body, moving like an expanding balloon. She felt her body was enlarging and would shortly explode from the pressure. Yes, soon she would burst like an overfilled balloon and explode all over the bedroom. No matter what Harry did, he would never be able to pick up all the pieces, and her death would have some significance in that it would drag Harry down to hell with her. Oh God! It was such a wonderfully delicious hell.
She continued to suck wildly on the tongue probing into her mouth, and now she realized every deep orifice in her body was filled with something; a tongue in her mouth, a cock in her cunt, and fingers in her rectum. Ahhhhhh yessssss! This was a thrilling reality and she was enjoying it all the more as, with a grunt from somewhere deep in her gasping throat, great floods of heatedly burning juice began seeping from her vaginal walls and membranes, streaming out of her, washing his cock, running over his balls, and inundating the hand now trapped by the tight clutch of her asshole. It felt as if her very insides were coming out with the constantly flowing liquid.
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH ... UUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAUUUUWWW ... AAARRRGGGGHHHHHHGGGGHH!" she bellowed around his thrusting tongue, feeling as though her very intestines were coming out of her with the flowing vaginal juices, stained pink with the remnant of her virginal blood. Her legs kicked high into the air, spreading as wide apart as they were able to go in order to give his continually pistoning cock even greater access to the depths of her shuddering body. She thrust her loins at him with overpowering force, brutally screwing herself solidly against the constantly impaling rod.
Juices continued heavily flowing from the depths of her seething vagina as her nostrils flared and one long, last gasp of breath escaped raspingly from her pressured lungs, as if she had been walloped in the solar plexus with a very powerful fist. Karen collapsed under Harry, her body quivering uncontrollably as the continuing after-sensations floated her down gently from the peak she had reached.
Harry knew she was climaxing. Almost all the women he fucked reached a satisfying orgasm, though he had to admit this one was unbelievable. She was coming like no two women he had ever known, before.
Now he began driving his cock harder and deeper into her cunt, pulling his fingers out of her asshole. He was concentrating solely on his own orgasm and wanted nothing else. Her legs, widely splayed on either side of his body, were waving as if urging him on to his satisfaction.
Harry was aware of the pulsations in the base of his cock, letting him know the hot streams in his balls were moving forward. Now the semen was racing headlong through his urethral tube in the underside of his cock, and unable to hold himself in check any longer, he bellowed, "EEEEEEYYYAAARRRGGGHHHAAANNN ... GGGHHHUU ... RRRGGGGHHHHAAAAWWWWAAAAGGGGHHHH!"
Spermless semen began spewing wildly from the tip in his glans, pouring into her shuddering cunt, filling her to overflowing. The fluid began seeping out of her, running down her labia, washing his balls, then dripping onto the mattress beneath them.
Oh God! Harry had to admit this was the best goddamn lay he had ever had.
He lay on top of her until all his seedless liquid poured into her, and then he rolled off and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You're gonna make this one helluva weekend," he gasped. "Already I've come more strongly with you than I have with any three other broads, combined. Honey, you are terrific."
"You won't go back on your word," she reminded him.
"If the rest of the weekend is like this, let's hope I'm alive on Monday morning," he said, only half jokingly.