Chapter 13
Delia stared at the huge muscular man from the center of the bed where he Had flung her with the ease of a child tossing aside a toy. He was stripping out of his clothes, a determined smirk on his face. She cringed at sight of the thick mat of fur covering his hard body.
"Don't go away," he chuckled. "I'll be right with you." He stepped out of his drawers and came to the bed, stood grinning down at her, his cock at half-erection and his balls swinging heavily between his massive, hairy legs.
Delia glanced wildly around, seeking some avenue of escape, like a trapped animal desperate for a last-minute miracle.
"Get away from me, Paul! Don't you dare touch me!"
"Let's get that robe out of the way," he said as though she hadn't spoken. He grabbed the knot, jerked it open, then snatched the terry cloth garment from her. He flung it across the room. She cringed against the headboard of the bed and readied herself to fight him to the end. The thought of him forcing that tremendous cock in her was horrifying. It would rip any girl to pieces.
He laughed at her. Standing with his knees pressing the side of the bed, he hefted his monstrous prick in his hand and proffered it toward her. T never could get it in Vivian. Too big for her tight little pussy. But you, sugar, I figure you can take it. And if you can, we're going to have the fuckingest good time you ever heard of. We're going to fuck, fuck, fuck and then fuck some more. I'm going to give you more cock than you ever had in your beautiful life, and that's a promise."
"No! I don't want it! It'll hurt-it'll ruin me! Paul-look-this is crazy! Please be sensible!"
"But Vivian said you were aching to fuck me-she swore it was all you talked about."
Delia shook her head violently. "No, she was lying if she told you that! Honest to God she was, Paul! You've got to believe me! I never once mentioned such a thing!"
"Aw, come on now, sugar. You're the one who's lying. It's like Vivian said-you want it but you're scared of it. Well, don't worry. Well take it easy getting it in, and then well fuck up a storm. Well fuck all night long."
"Oh my God!" Delia gasped, his words hitting her like a threat to her life. "I couldn't-I can't! No! No, no, no!"
"You chicks are all the same. Have to play hard to get."
He sat down on the bed, reached for her. She scooted for the far side. He caught her by an ankle, dragged her back. His fingers felt like a steel vise around her ankle. Just the strength of his grip left her feeling weak and helpless. She could never be any match for this brutal, hairy ape, she could see that. Struggling against him would be like butting her head on a stone wall. She could never hope to win.
He dragged her across his knees and held her there. He let his greedy eyes play over her body in callous admiration. His big hands stroked her entire length as though relishing the curves and planes of her form with appetizing delight.
He stared at her blonde bush. "Prettiest pussy this side of heaven," he said. He got his hands under her ass and elevated her hips. He brushed his lips over her mound, breathed her perfume. "Ummm . . . ummm . . "He bit into the silken hair, chewed it lightly between his teeth. "Got to taste it . . . got to lick it a little . . "
Delia got the idea that if she could get him eating her cunt he'd stall fucking her. Anything to stall having that terrible prick jammed in her, splitting her wide open. She hunched her pussy at his mouth as his wide palms held her asscheeks up.
"Yes, eat me, Paul . . . eat me . . . " she whispered. "I like that more than anything."
His tongue swiped deeper in her groin. She felt his tongue slip through the hair and lick the crease of her pussy. She bucked invitingly and moaned, feigning passion. 'That's it, darling. Oh it's so goodl I love that-don't stop, Paul, please don't stop. Eat me up! Eat me forever!"
He suddenly lowered her ass, and she felt his prick, at full erection now, punching between her legs. The huge, hard pole stood up between her thighs when he'd dropped her back on his lap. She felt it quivering against the insides of her thighs, and she looked. A tremor shot through her. The prick-head's big flanges were suffused with blood and flared ominously, sending fear to her heart.
Time to fuck, sugar. I can't wait another minute."
"No! I can't take such a cock, Paul! You've got to believe me! It-itll ruin me for the rest of my life! Please don't! Oh God, I can't stand it! I can't stand even the thought of it!"
"Hell," he said, "you'll turn on and love it once I get it in you. Who knows? How're you ever going to know if we don't give it a real try?"
T don't want to try! I'm terrified! I'm frightened to death of it, Paul! Look, let's do something else! Anything! I'll do anything you want me to do if youll just spare me this! I swear I will!"
"Anything?" His grin was curious.
"Yes! Just don't rape me! I'll do anything you ask."
"Well, now, maybe we can strike up a bargain at that. I know what. I remember how you blew my prick the night you and Vivian worked me over. You did a real fine job, sugar, I have to admit it. I've been thinking about it ever since. Okay, well make a deal. You give me the blow-job of the century and I'll settle for that-providing you do me up right Agreed?"
"Yes! And you promised-you swear you'll let me go-won't rape me!"
He laughed. "Hell, sugar, if you do the job I think you can do, I'll be too drained to fuck. That's your guarantee, right?"
She winced, not knowing whether to trust him or not. But she could see no other alternative. It was a simple choice between making him happy sucking his cock till she was blue in the face or having her ass torn asunder by his massive cruel cock. She swallowed, nodded, and felt a shudder run clear through her.
They changed positions. He lay on his back in the middle of the bed, his cock lifting and flopping against his thickly furred belly in muscular spasms of eagerness.
"Nothing beats a good, old-fashioned blow-job," lie enthused. "Nothing. Come on, baby, make my big prick happy."
On hands and knees, Delia hovered over him. Once again she realized she had never seen such a cock and bag of balls in her life. She had mingled feelings. She'd enjoyed sucking his cock that night with him tied up. But now she had this awful fear to live with, the horrifying thought that he might not be satisfied with her sucking and decide to split her ass wide open before he was finished with her.
The only solution, she knew, was the one he had suggested himself-suck him so dry he wouldn't have the strength to fuck. That was the answer. It was her only hope of escape.
Delia swallowed again, nervously. She wet her lips, lowered her head. Tentatively she touched her tongue to the smoothly muscled shaft. It lifted in response and fell back. Paul's entire length quivered excitement. "Make it good . . . make it real damn good . . . "
"I will.. . I will.. . "
She captured the flushed knob in her fingers, held it to keep it from flopping. She parted her lips and worked them from the base of his cock upward, feeling the hard flesh surge and throb. She caught her other hand under his balls, lifted and worked the bagged nuggets between her fingers. Paul let out a moan. "Wowww . . . oh wowww!"
She wet her lips again, beginning to like the salty flavor of his straining manhood, the musky aroma of his rising sex. She licked his throbbing pole clear to the head she still held in her hand. She licked beneath the flaring flanges, up under them. They expanded in her light-fingered grip, pulsated up and down like a miniature umbrella being opened and closed.
"Oooo . . . ooooo," Paul breathed.
He dropped a heavy hand on the rear of her head in unconscious response, flexed his thick fingers in her hair. She shook her head and he took his hand away. He was gasping.
She paused and looked at the monstrous cock, at the same time fondling the flushed prick-head in her light grasp. The way it throbbed and leaped around against her soft palm and fingers excited her. It was so sensitively alive! She began to anticipate engulfing it in her mouth and sucking on it. Her fear of being raped faded as her fascination with the giant-sized prick rose. She felt her mouth filling with saliva.
Paul's huge frame trembled. "Suck it," he hoarsed. "I can't wait!"
She slid her hand from the knob down the shaft. She licked the straining head, washed her tongue all over and around it. Then she lay with her cheek on his hairy belly and opened her mouth wide and worked her lips over the swollen knob, spreading her teeth as far as she could to slide it between them. Her jaw muscles felt stretched to the point of aching. But finally she made it. Her mouth was stuffed and overfull with his cock-head and even her tongue felt crowded. God, what a prick! she thought
Paul quaked from head to toe and moaned his ecstasy. "Jesus! Oh sweet Jesus!"
More saliva came as she began to suck. Paul made helpless impulsive lunges with his hips, driving the cock to the rear of her throat, banging against her palate. Her nostrils flared with her breathing and she felt that her eyes were horribly bulged. She closed her eyes and sucked for all she was worth. She could feel her throat muscles working with her incensed sucking. She'd begun to love it, love the sensation of the huge prick-head punching and throbbing in her mouth. She loved the knowledge of what she was doing to it, how she was stimulating and arousing it to the zenith of pleasure, transforming it to a slave of her whims. And Paul too. He was helpless now in his throes of ecstasy. He strained and shook. He made tight grunts and whimpers and irregular, breathtaking gasps. He hissed unintelligible statements of hectic bliss. She knew he was going to cum.
He did, and the hot sperm splashed the rear of her throat, filled her gullet and swirled around inside her overstuffed mouth. She felt she couldn't breathe. She started to pull away. His hands caught her head and held her on his cock. He was hunching and his cum was still spurting. She had no choice but to swallow the thick cream, drink in large gulps to keep from choking. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and gulped until he began to regain his senses.
Finally he heaved a sigh and released her head. She came up instantly, gasping for fresh air. Then, feeling revulsion, she ran in the bathroom and washed out her mouth from a bottle of Scope.
When she returned, Paul was grinning up at her and playing with his cock. Amazingly it was still hard. She remembered then how Vivian had told her Paul's cock seldom went soft as long as anything was stimulating it, as he was now doing of his own accord. His actions puzzled her, made her suspicious.
"I guess you'll be going now," she ventured. "I did my part. I held up my part of the bargain."
"You've got to be kidding, sugar. I'm not leaving yet."
"Why not? I gave you what you wanted." She frowned.
"But we haven't fucked yet."
Her hand flew to her bosom. "We're not going to! You promised! We made an agreement."
"Haven't you heard, sugar? I'm the champion liar of the universe. Of course we're going to fuck. All you've done so far is fire me up, whet my appetite to give you the fuckingest experience of your sweet life! Come here-my cock is aching for ass. It's what I came to get and I'm not leaving without it."
She stared at him. He chuckled and waved his massive pole at her, purposely taunting her. She froze at the thought of him forcing it in her cunt, tearing, searing her tender flesh.
"No!" She turned and ran, crying hysterically, more terrified than she'd ever been in her life. T can't-I won't!"
He laughed and sprang after her, caught her before she reached the front door. She'd been going to dash naked out into the corridor and start screaming for help.
She never got the chance.