Chapter 9

Jan, who had already received her instructions, blushed at the sight of her brother's vulnerable body. She herself wore only a see through blouse, minus a bra, a pair of sheer stockings, which showed off the elegance of her tapered legs, and a pair of red panties that Claire had already scissored at the groin so that her bright red bush could be seen in all its splendor. In her pussy was inserted a glowing metal cylinder, like a cigarette dangling from a fiery mouth, which she twirled inside her rhythmically, while her boyish chest jiggled to the motion of her swaying, lust-filled body. The steel straw dripped with her hot grease filling it.

"Suck it out Robert," she said timidly offering him the other end. The cold metal entered his mouth. He looked up at the tangled mass of orange hair surrounding it, the lips wet and inviting and inhaled, so that the lips closed around it, and his lovely sister writhed in ecstasy.

Claire only watched them for an instant, and satisfied that her darling Robert was being properly taken care of at that end, as his rigid cock clearly indicated, enlisted Linda for the next phase of the operation. Handing her a sponge she ordered her friend to wipe off the whole of his powerful body, with the hot water that she had brought for the occasion. Linda readily fell to the task, massaging his muscular thighs, gliding up between his legs to his balls dangling freely as he instinctively lifted his knees so that she could get to his rear, and then the dark crack just above, causing Robert to lift even higher so as to be entirely explored there by the warm soothing cloth.

"You just like a baby, bathed by his mammy, now ain't you, Mr. O'Conner," Linda beamed.

Claire strolled up to Joshua who had developed quite a hard-on himself, his chin resting on his hand, he watched the scene bemusedly from the bed.

"Would you like to feel my pussy?" she asked him, and led his hand to her sopping cunt. "You have to help us though."

Joshua fingered her black bush detached at first, but as Claire's naked body began to undulate before him, her ripe tits waving in the air brushing against his face so that he finally was impelled to catch one of the succulent pink buds in his mouth nipping the nipple as his tongue licked up the yielding mountain of throbbing flesh surrounding it.

Claire gripped his long blonde hair tightly in order to hold herself in from his dual assault. Her hot cunt was about to explode. Not yet, she thought, and seeking to deflect the boy's direction, pushed him down and lunged toward his turgid prick, gobbling it hungrily. His hips rocked to her searching tongue, and the movement of her full red lips that coursed evenly up and down his cock. She rubbed the tip with her lips, and smiling, looked at him with assurance that he was in her hands.

"Have you ever ass fucked a man, Joshua," she inquired. "I want to watch you screw Robert for me, I'll get him ready."

Like a young nymph, she leaped from the bed toward Robert, whose low gurgling moans, mingled with those of his sister's whose red bush was now raging with lust from his sucking at the cold steel straw, and Linda's high pitched giggle as she spurred them both on. "Suck harder," she uttered into his reddening ear, "your sister's just about ready now." And she dabbed his straining neck with the sponge to cool him off, as he worked.

"Darling don't come," Claire murmured, blowing on his throbbing cock, which she nimbly tied with a satin ribbon just below the near to bursting head, thus cutting off the insistent flow of his seething semen.

Claire lifted his trembling figure up to his knees, and like a nurse with her patient, carefully smeared his rear with cold cream, wrenching the cheeks of his ass apart, and with her index finger smearing the cool ooze inside his previously lubricated ass. Robert's hands strayed to Claire's short black locks, caressing them gently, and steering her head down to eat him out.

"Not yet darling," she scolded mildly, "Joshua's going to help too." She handed the long haired boy a dildo and, testing Robert's anus herself to make sure it was thoroughly ready, by inserting two of her fingers, which easily glided in, she demonstrated to Joshua what to do. The boy, feverish with excitement himself, clumsily took hold of the imitation cock, and forced it into Robert's brown opening, dripping from the cold moist cream.

"Claire, my love...." he whimpered, as his sturdy hips rotated about the hard object intruding into this new place, never previously penetrated. His cock, swayed madly before him, decorated with the colorful ribbon. Linda gripped it like a rein on a horse, and steered his tool toward her mouth and with her broad darting tongue curling about it, nestled her warm lush tits on either side of the shaft, the hot sponge laying dripping between her legs.

"Aaaarrrrghhhh!" Jan screamed. Her voice raised to blood curdling pitch, her hand raised to her pert red mouth held it in her teeth her eyes filled with terror. "Help!" she fell to the floor in a faint, as Claire rushed to her side, sprinkling her nude body with water.

All became mass confusion, as shocked back into their senses the four of them disentangled their soaked bodies, gathering up their clothes and other paraphernalia they lay in heaps, strewn about the room.

Robert, the policeman by trade, and Claire seemed the only ones who maintained any calm, the latter authoritative voice immediately took command. Linda held tight to Joshua's arm.

"What was it, honey?" she asked in a hush tone as if some mysterious intruder had entered the room and might overhear.

"Keep cool," Joshua cautioned wisely.

The feel of the lovely water, wakened Jan, who startled looked about her madly, her body still tense at her sudden fright.

"What was it?" asked Robert, "did you see something, or what?"

"A creature....an ugly little shriveled monster...it was horrible....he was looking at us through there." Unwillingly she returned her gaze to the spot, her mouth trembling as she violently sought to restrain another shriek, she pointed to the window to the side of the room, which did, indeed over look a balcony. Fleshy goose bumps emerged over the length of Jan's shivering form, her long slender legs tucked underneath her in an instinctive return to the fetal position.

Claire automatically retrieved a blanket, and relaxing her with words of warmth and comfort, spread it over "her limp body.

Who or what could it have been, they each wondered in their own way. Suddenly their plans for the party ceased to seem like a sport. Linda and Claire, who hardly felt her bitter disappointment at the sudden interruption of lovemaking with Robert, and not yet fully comprehending her newly discovered love for a man, for the first time realized the danger that Mr. Thomas had tried to convince them of the day before.

The latter, by the way, as seemed his wont of late, had strangely disappeared some time before, and wasn't to be seen again til the next day.

"Good morning ladies," Mr. Thomas cried as Claire and Linda strolled across the thick lawn toward the classroom buildings. "I trust you slept well." he said walking briskly up to them, "we have a lot to do today."

After a rather long detailed conference with Joshua and Mr. O'Conner, Claire and Linda nervously awaited the party with some trepidation, and yet with the feeling of confidence inspired by thorough preparedness.

Claire was to mix the white powdery drug into the tea that Linda was assigned the job of serving to the various benefactors interested in Mr. John's Community School that were to meet at the O'Conner's home that evening. Among these interested parties were to be five plainclothesmen, fully armed in the event that something untoward might occur. The teacups that were designated for the various people suspected of being involved in the illicit kidnapping ring, these included the Headmistress, Mrs. Bunker, and Mr. Thomas who Robert was not sure of were marked so that Linda would not distribute them incorrectly. Joshua had supervised the dosages to be dissolved in each cup, and had personally mixed the concoction himself so that no mistake could be made with that aspect of the operation.

Each suspect was to be observed by each of them throughout the party, and induced in various ways to reveal themselves, and more importantly, their leader, who Robert claimed had several similar rings scattered around the state that were also being investigated.

Robert shrugged off Jan's attack, as he put it, as a case of nerves aided by too much liquor, but she continued to maintain that she had seen something, if not a monster, as was her first reaction, then a shriveled old man leering at them through the glass, his narrow deformed chest wriggling with lust as he spied their illicit activities unnoticed. Still, if this peculiar event had anything to do with the case, none of t m could figure it out and so it was simply added to the host of mysteries which promised hopefully to be cleared up, or at least dismissed as irrelevant to their primary object, that of apprehending the criminals and restoring the convent to its rightful role as an institution dedicated to the Lord.

Claire and Linda agreed to take William with them to the party right after school, as he was being proposed as the child who would represent the charity drive.

The youth was even more unruly than usual in class that day. His restlessness, no doubt, could be attributed to anticipation at accompanying the two luscious women all the way to the O'Conner's. His eyes blinked with disappointment at the sight of Joshua, who he had not been informed was going to transport them there in his sports car.

The long haired youth met them with his constant smile, ever present since he'd been acquainted with Linda, and the four of them roared off.

Crowded in the back of the tiny vehicle, Claire felt the firm pressure of William's hand squeezing her shoulder, his lively hand straying toward the swell of her firm bosoms that shook with the vibrations of the car under her garb. "I hear you had quite a fright yesterday at my house," he said casually, of course after the stuff at the swimming pool I guess anybody would imagine anything.

"Just remember, that discretion is the better part of valor," Claire warned, though she couldn't help giving him a friendly smile as she gently removed his hand from her tits.

"I'd never say nothing," he assured her, his disobedient hand slipping behind her and feeling its way to her soft buttocks, which he patted unconcerned with Claire's distress, as she involuntarily became wet between her legs, and wriggled at his expert fingers which now rubbed the edge of her rear crack.

"Miss O'Conner said she saw a monster though didn't she?" he asked.

"Yeah, man," Joshua responded, "an old, wrinkled dude, looked like he came right from a fucking horror movie."

Claire noticed William shudder. "A monster huh?" the boy said angrily.

"That's all right honey, no one's going to hurt you," Linda commented sweetly.

"I just don't think its right to call someone a monster just because he don't happen to look like everybody else," the boy explained, "isn't that right Claire?" and without warning he squeezed the cheek of Claire's plush bottom so that she yelped out in pain, and leaning over coolly laid his arm on her breast.

"What are you doing William?"

"You don't have anybody close to you left, do you Claire? I hear your step-mother died last year isn't that right?" He increased the pressure on Claire's rear, his eyes sparkling maniacally.

"What do you mean by asking me that?" Claire demanded her tone at once offended and then frightened as the boy did not ease up his grip.

With his free hand, William reached into his coat pocket and as Claire gasped with terror removed a gun, pointing it directly at her head.

Linda swirled in her seat and glared at him, furious. "What you doing honey playing games like that, now give that over here before you hurt somebody with that thing."

"Everybody just remain calm," William laughed, "and enjoy the horror show."

His hand went to his face which he started scratching wildly until Claire was sure blood would begin dripping from it. Instead it began to fold, like the wrappings on a package, and then to tear.

He ripped the rubber casing that masked his true visage, and finally peeled it entirely off.

Joshua, watching in the rear view mirror, almost went off the road as the three of them were confronted, not with a rather small and somewhat precocious sixteen year old, but an old wizened man, with a child's body.

"Don't be frightened ladies and gentlemen," the figure chuckled, his voice was high and squeaky.

"You the one in the wine cellar," Linda said in amazement, peering at the dwarf. "Oh, honey we in trouble," she moaned to Joshua.

"That's right Linda," he chuckled. "The name's Martin Maison, originally Martin Bunker, but I changed it for obvious reasons. I'll have you know you two are worth a pretty penny to me. I've checked out your goods, and you command a high price. You know, I've been in this business for too long to be outsmarted by the likes of your Mr. O'Conner. By the way my long haired friend, take us to my wife's house, unfortunately the party was canceled due to the sudden accident that unfortunately occurred to its hosts. It is a shame how disaster strikes. One's house burns down, perhaps a careless toss of a cigarette, perhaps faulty wiring, and means the life of two fine up right people like the O'Conners."

"Why you..." Claire shrieked hysterically, at the deformed ugly dwarf, who chuckled insidiously at her outburst, "what have you done to them?" she sobbed.

"You'll see. Don't be alarmed,' please, I might panic and the gun could go off."

"You are a monster," Linda scowled.

The car pulled into Mrs. Bunker's driveway, where they were met by, the kindly figures of Mr. Thomas and the Headmistress who apparently were expecting them.

"Get inside," the dwarf said to them sharply, we don't want anyone seeing us and you stand around like two old morons.

They cringed before the tongue lashing of the grotesque dwarf, and quickly scuffled back to the house.

"Not too bright, but they're good in a pinch, really quite invaluable," Mr. Bunker, formerly William, casually remarked to Claire, waving the gun and thus guiding them also to his wife's dwelling.

The three of them were met in the living room by the invariably gracious figure of Mrs. Bunker. "So glad you could join us," she fairly sang out, "your friends have been waiting expectantly for you."

"Bummer," Joshua muttered as they observed Robert and the detectives tied to various chairs, their mouths tightly bound with cloth so that only an occasional muffled groan emanated from them. "Before you tie us up like that, man, you mind if we have something to drink, he resumed to the dwarf, "you know man, it's a drag being thirsty on top of a bad scene."

"Sure sure" the latter responded heartily, "I may not look normal, but really I'm not inhuman. If there's anything else I can do to make you more at home...."

"Dig it, if there's anything that comes up, man, I'll be the first to let you know. Now about that drink."

Claire, in a flash, realized Joshua's purposes in making such a request.

"Keep an eye on them," the dwarf said to his wife, handing her the weapon, which she held like an expert, and leading Joshua by the elbow led him to the kitchen. "Try anything and of course your friends' lives will end even sooner than has been already arranged.

"Man, what are you going to do?" Joshua said in wonder. "I mean all those corpses, you know, sounds like a fucking mess to me."

"Oh well they'd all come to the party, and unfortunately were trapped in that awful fire. You were there too, naturally."

"Naturally." Joshua chattered on as he got the glasses from the cabinet and began filling each with a fine white wine.

"I'm sure you'll appreciate my selection," Martin laughed, "wouldn't want you to think of blood now would we, at a time like this?"

Suddenly there was a cry from the other room, that distracted the dwarf's attention. Claire had begun struggling with Mr. Thomas who threatened to shoot right then and there if she didn't shut up.

As the dwarfs head was turned Joshua, nimbly opened up his pinky ring, sprinkled a white powder in each of the glasses, there was no room for selectivity now, they'd all have to be under the influence.

"Quiet down in there," Martin warned and returned to the long haired youth. "How about a quick one before we return to our guests, what do you say?"

"You're the host, man. How about a toast?

Here's looking at you kid." and with a dramatic fling of the head they both downed the spiked liquor.

Drinks were passed all around. Claire tried to refuse but the dwarf, already in an unusually jovial mood wouldn't let her. Pinching her resilient cheek, his lips curled in a cruel snicker, he said "you'd better get used to drinking, where you're going you'll need it. You will be sorry to learn, Mr. O'Conner as well as you, my dear little red-headed nymph, that your house is burning right now. We will tie you up there and then, unfortunately, you will also be a bit roasted, medium rare I suspect before the firemen get there. It does seem horrible to deprive ourselves of your sister and these two lovely women while they can still be had for free, don't you agree."

At the sign of the sickly little dwarf's tauntings, Robert turned bright red and struggled mightily with the ropes that held him. "Now, now no need to upset yourself," Mrs. Bunker said, pointing the gun menacingly.

The dwarf, his hideous body squirming a bit, was the first to show signs of Joshua's patented mixture. Giggling, exactly as William might have, his gaze ravenously fell on the group of luscious females before him. Linda, animal like with big eyes, and even bigger tits, Claire, soft and white, making up for a certain lack of brute force with yielding pliable fleshiness, Jan, tall and lithe, gracefully tossing her lovely red hair from her blue eyes, her long sloping back leading to the promise of great sensual passion, and finally the statuesque figure, of his wife, Mrs. Bunker. The dwarfs cock tightened under his belt. "We have some time," he remarked eagerly, glancing at his watch, and rubbing his hands together with glee, "I'm hard pressed to know where to begin. Darling who do you suggest?" he required of his wife. "You're welcome to assist me, of course."

"Til death do us part," muttered Joshua.

The dwarf, obviously giddy, pointed a wavering finger at Jan. "Untie her."

"We don't have time," protested Mrs. Bunker, "but the sight of the model's perspiring white flesh, dripping over her two little tits, as well as the drug soon made her change her mind."

Mr. Thomas was appointed the enviable task of untying the gorgeous young model, who struggled as the old man's hands wandered roughly over her body. The hot fluid poured from between Mrs. Bunker's firm thighs, her mouth parted slightly with lust as Mr. Thomas disrobed Jan. First he lifted her sweater over her head, so that the two little tits sprang out, the red nipples peeking out like the scared eyes of a rabbit.

"Undress her completely," the dwarf ordered, "I'm going to suck her from head to toe, while she looks into my face that she thinks is that of a monster. His beady eyes glittered madly. He gazed approvingly at her breasts. "Hold her head still," he said to Mrs. Bunker, "I want her to see me."

"You" he addressed the Headmistress, take down that mirror so that her brother can also watch us comfortably." The Headmistress duly complied.

Robert involuntarily was forced to see his sister lying prone on the carpeted floor, Mr. Thomas peering over her squirming head, that rocked back and forth to avoid his passionate lips that' sought to kiss her. Only her underpants hid her total nudity.

"I'm going to keep my hands behind me," the dwarf affirmed, and simply use my tongue on this one.

Like a mad dog he knelt before her writhing hips and grabbed the undergarment in his teeth, pulling down the top so that just a bit of fiery red pubic hair was exposed. "Spread her legs apart," he commanded to his wife, who herself had three fingers churning in her own naked, pussy. As she held Jan tightly by the ankles, splitting her like a wishbone, the dwarf ravenously licked Jan's cunt until a greasy goo stained the tiny underpants at the spot.

Deftly, the dwarf, forced his head underneath and gobbled up her cunt, as Jan went insane with lust, the drug affecting her as well as everyone else in the room.

Linda, unable to contain herself started licking Jan's swan like neck, descending down to her collarbone, which she nibbled furiously, to the plaudits of Mr. Thomas who had unzipped his pants and with the help of the Headmistress, who had commenced licking his pale thighs, was jerking himself off.

Heedlessly, Mrs. Bunker forgot about the gun which fell to the couch with a thud, as she stroked Jan's pulsating thighs which she wrenched farther and farther apart, the hot fluid mixed with the dwarf's saliva, dripping down on the carpet until a damp puddle had formed underneath her rotating rear.

Linda's tongue trailed down to Jan's yielding abdomen, slurping the stray red hairs, that like fine lace, covered her navel. She pushed the dwarfs head farther in the red soaking hole, which was undulating uncontrollably.

Claire observed the scene, dazed by the drug, while Mr. O'Conner gazed at his sister through the mirror, his own sturdy cock automatically rising at the sight, throbbing almost painfully at Jan's moans of pleasure, her pussy oozing at the dwarfs persistent tonguing.

Suddenly the dwarfs tongue and Linda's arrived at the same instant at Jan's hardened clitoris, causing a new shriek of delight from the prostrate model. Linda held on to the dwarf's golden hair for support. Jan succumbing to the dual sucking of her vulnerable clitoris spasmed one last time, and had an orgasm so powerful that the dwarf tumbled off her onto the floor rolling in each other's arms, as Jan continued to wriggle insanely like a fish out of water. She came for almost a whole minute it seemed.

Claire grew alert, and with one startled look at the unguarded gun, leaped to the couch just ahead of the staggering Mrs. Bunker, who also realized her carelessness just then.

Robert broke from the rope and leaped toward the two women struggling for the weapon, while Linda buried the dwarfs head in her pussy making him suck her out.

Joshua, who had wisely not taken any of the drug, coolly blocked off the Headmistress and her consort, who had in fact made his way to the gun. Claire emerged with the gun, and shouting furiously ordered them all away from her.

The four detectives were untied and, sighing with some disappointment were instructed by Robert to take the dwarf, his wife, Mr. Thomas and the Headmistress to the police station. Meanwhile, Linda called the fire department, who answered the summons to quench the fire at the O'Conner's house.

With an incredible surge of relief, Claire rushed to the arms of Mr. O'Conner, and snuggled affectionately on his broad shoulder, murmuring of her everlasting love for him.

Claire whispered something into Robert's ear, to which he nodded his head.

Claire smiled.

"Is there any left?" she asked Joshua.

"The dope? Sure, man."

"While we're here, I thought, you know, we might as well make the most of it, this being Linda and my last day as recluses in Mr. John's Community."

"Help yourselves," and so saying, Joshua gave them each a pinch of the white powder, swallowing the last bit himself.

"Let's put on a show, Linda, for our men," Claire said, happily. "I'll get a flashlight."

She returned from downstairs with the metal tube minus its top and hiking up her costume over her thighs and lifting up her legs so that her bare white ass and the long line of black hair that parted it could be observed, urged the wide cylinder into her hole.

Hovering above her, Linda, her own flanks wide apart, squatted down like a baseball catcher and plunged the other end into her pussy. As Linda swirled her hips and crouched lower, the hard cold metal searing Claire's vulnerable pussy, one could see the warm liquid dampening the floor. Claire's face screwed with the strain, her ass was dripping with sweat and her own sweet grease.

Robert and Joshua were fascinated by Linda's black body as she furiously fucked her friend.

Robert raised her costume and examined her animal-like rear, undulating ferociously above Claire, determined as any man with his lover. The gleaming metal flashlight was like a rigid cock pounding into Claire's body, as she moaned in ecstasy, feeling Linda's fluid coursing through it into her own stretched cunt.

Robert pressed his tongue into the black crack and lapped it hungrily. Linda spread the cheeks apart wriggling her dark flesh in delight as the cool saliva entered her rear.

Joshua took hold of the tube itself, taking the pressure of Linda and rotated it in. both the girl's pussies, as their cries of joy mingled with lust, their perspiring groins heaving in wild spasms, only to die down in exhaustion.

Each came, but the drug rushing through them made their cunts itch and their nipples tickle.

"Robert, fuck me!" Claire cried. "Please!"

The tube made a great sucking noise as Joshua removed it from Claire's pulsating cunt, hot with lust and desire, the lips jeweled red with liquid, resembled the ripe inside of a sweet pomegranate.

Joshua continued to press the metal into Linda who lay on her back like a huge animal in heat, her hands stretched over her head as she jabbed it in and out, its sheen now covered with her own cream.

"Do it to me, honey!" she panted, her ass lifting off the floor toward his hands holding the flashlight.

Claire still gasping for breath, lowered Robert's pants, and affectionately stroked his massive prick, wiping her cunt with the back of her hand and spreading it onto his shaft. "I've never been entered by a man," she confessed, reddening prettily and hesitantly eyeing his tool. "Please lick my clitoris first. I want to be ready."

Obligingly, Robert scratched the lips of her soaked pussy, and delicately separated them so as to better excite her.

"Will you marry me?" he gazed up at her for an instant, before slowly lowering his head and lightly grabbing her hard clitoris between his teeth, causing Claire to shriek involuntarily and to come in his eager mouth.

"Will you marry me?" he repeated.

"I will," Claire cried. "I will. Fuck me now, Robert! I want to feel you inside of me!"

Claire undressed in no time as did Robert. Their clothes were tossed to the far side of the room, where Linda and Joshua lay watching, exhausted from their lovemaking. "Honey, you look beautiful," Linda commented more to herself than Claire, whose stomach was tightening at the prospect of finally losing her precious virginity.

Claire was beautiful. Her hair, jet black and cropped short, lay over her forehead, was a marked contrast to her perspiring porcelain white skin. Robert was like a Greek God, bronze and sinewy, while Claire's white skin beckoned to feel its textures and to caress it as one would a new born babe.

He mounted her gently, barely brushing her lovely round tits, so large in comparison to the small pink buds on their tips, with his chest, his own brown nipples barely visible through a dense forest of dark hair.

Claire guided his long thick cock into her hole, her body raging at the feel of his flesh probing inside her , making them one. She felt as though she had to come one with another person. That they were one soul connected, floating in a world of their own, superior to the lone figures around them. She could sense him throbbing in her, she reacted to his least movement with her own, and thought that she couldn't even distinguish which was which.

Deep inside her, Robert began to move up and down, caressing the soft insides of her cunt, soothing it as if it were a deep wound, exploring her with its head like a periscope in a new land, gliding over her contours, a sea of emotion filled her. Her breasts tingled against his hot, rough skin that bore down on her tender thighs encircling his waist and clinging to him as would a child.

His hands groped underneath her rear, finding her other tempting crack and urging his finger into it, till the tightness seemed that it might tear her apart. He lubricated her anus with the grease from her virgin pussy, massaging it all around the edge of the narrow brown enclosure, searching farther inside, feeling the thin wall that separated her two holes, the one stretched by his cock the other by his finger.

Claire's eyes shut tight,, her mind concentrating only on the pulsating machine grinding inside her , urging her hips to arch up to it in perfect harmony. Together, they moved up and down like dancers, the one leading, the other instinctively following.

She imagined that it wasn't Robert at all, but her long lost father, his brown eyes turning gentle with love at the sight of his daughter, his body enmeshed with hers. He'd come back, perhaps to love and care for her as he said he would. His high cheek bones dripping with tears, he would change her miserable existence, by his sheer strength. If only he hadn't left at all, leaving her with that strange woman, who used her to fill her loneliness, and abused her out of spite for her own wasted life.

"I love you," Robert whispered, his low assuring voice filling the void of dreams.

Claire's arms held him tight, pushing him farther down into her cunt.

He pulled out part way and it was like a part of her had been amputated. He moved the head of his cock up and down the lips of her vagina till she cried out at the maddening tickling inciting waves of lust that rippled through her groin.

Her fingers sought his exposed shaft, greased from the interior of her cunt and jerked the loose skin up and down around its iron foundation, increasing Robert's feverish thrusts at her opening.

He plunged deep inside again, so quickly that she gasped in anguish and ecstasy.

And then he was completely out of her, but only for an instant.

"Turn over," he commanded, and automatically she complied.

His cock glided into her from behind as she stood on all fours, her breasts swaying like cow's udders before her, her back drenched with sweat.

He gripped her sides and moved them from side to side around his hard motionless prick. She cupped his dangling balls in one hand as she fondled her nipples each in turn growing erect at the sensation.

Once more he thrust his insistent rod all the way in from behind, taking her breath with him. Her hand on his balls brushed against her own ass. He guided it toward her asshole, and led her eager finger inside.

She explored her anus, warm and tight, clinging to her finger, while his own hand rubbed her black hair in front just below her quivering white abdomen.

He sought her clitoris and rubbed it affectionately at first and then in earnest, her ass on its own swirled around his cock uncontrollably, vainly trying to relieve the gusts of passion now coursing through her body.

His movements were piston-like, forcing its way into her tight slit, breaking a new path into her luscious cunt, and heating up with the maddening friction of it.

"I'm coming!" he moaned, thrusting into her.

She experienced a long tension as though her soul were on the edge of a huge cliff and need only let itself fall and be at peace.

His cock opened and closed inside her as the long drop began. She quaked inside long after Robert had wearily rested his head on her back, her finger sought the farthest depths of her rear, while she continued to feverishly rub her clitoris. And then there was only relief!