Chapter 7
She was hot, sweaty and tired. Without taking a bath or a shower, merely taking the time to clean out her vagina, Loretta had taken on three men that day, all of whom had proved they were lying, claiming back pains and agonies. Just what there was about her that aroused the animal in these men she didn't know, but she did know she hadn't had to try seducing a one of them. Each time, they had been the ones to make the moves, and seeing how easy it was to take advantage of her, they had done just that.
At the end of the day, Jerry Doan came by to collect the tapes, and at the same time he offered to drive her home.
"I'd like to take a shower first, to get the grime off me," she told him.
Right now she was wearing a T-shirt and slacks, not looking the least bit seductive, or at least not trying to. She had brought everything with her in a small overnight bag, and she ached to get back to her apartment where she would be able to shower and feel some semblance of cleanliness again.
Jerry, who had quickly run through the tapes, told her she would receive a bonus for the mistreatment she'd received at the hands of the security man in addition to the extra hundred-and-fifty dollars she would get for having taken on the three men. This was in addition to her weekly salary of three-hundred-and-fifty dollars.
"Let me drop you off and you can shower then," Jerry told her. "Come on, honey. I'm in a hurry."
She was sure of that. He was in a hurry to go and lay some other woman now that he had abused her and then made use of her.
She had come to the motel by bus, so she went with Jerry to his car. She was surprised when he didn't ask directions, and even more surprised when he drove in the direction opposite where she lived. When she protested, he smiled and said, "Come on, I just want to show you my home."
It was located in Forest City Park, a small home from the outside, but inside it was the most opulent place she had ever seen. She walked through French-doored living rooms and dining rooms, airy kitchens, noting he had thermal-insulated glass in all his windows.
"I thought you were in a hurry," she said, turning to face him at the entrance to his bedroom.
"I was," he nodded, "to get you here."
"Why?" she asked, as he entered the bedroom and turned on the four channel stereo system.
She was afraid to walk into the bedroom. It had white carpeting, blue velvet chairs, a matching bespread that lay at the foot of a white-sheeted bed, and blue curtains, as well as strong masculine-looking furniture.
"Can't you guess?" he asked, walking over to her, grabbing her, and all but dragging her into the room.
"Please ... Jerry ... I've been through enough of this today...."
"Stop kidding, Loretta," he laughed. "Maybe with the others, but not with me. With me it isn't an ordeal, it's fun."
He roughtly tugged her against his chest and caught her tasty lips with his. In spite of the going-over she had received during the day, her hair still managed to smell sweet, as did her neck and throat. He was glad none of the men had roughed her up. He would have hated to see her with bruises. He felt his whole gut lurch as he kissed her firmly on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips-lips he had already seen sucking another man's cock. It ought to have turned him off, but it didn't. He was all the more stimulated by it.
"No ... you stop it...." she gasped, tearing herself from the man's strong arms, standing back, panting a little, looking wildly at him, her large, ripe, unfettered breasts heaving under the thin, cotton T-shirt. "I'm very tired, very dirty ... and after what I've been put through I'm definitely not in the mood for fun and games."
"I don't play games, baby. I play for real. Who do you think you're kidding. You dig me, you dig me a lot," he told her, then picked her up easily in spite of her height.
"Jerry, no ... put me down ... don't do this ... come on, let go ... this isn't funny...."
He carried her into his private bathroom then set her down on white carpeting that matched that in his living room, only this was durable carpeting that resisted water. She jerked away from him, livid with anger that he should think her such a tramp that he'd be able to use her whenever he wished. It was one thing to be blackmailed into doing what she was doing for the company, but this ... this was too much. No matter how attractive he appeared, he was still taking too much for granted.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped. "I don't care how good-looking you may be, right now I have no desire to do anything with you or any other man."
Reaching out, a sly grin crossing his face, he grabbed her T-shirt by the bottom edge and with a quick jerk he had it over her head ... and off, exposing the perfection of her lovely breasts. Loretta desperately tried to hang onto the garment but it was pulled out of her hand as he dropped it on the floor.
"Jerry, you're mad, and you know it!" she gasped. "Stop it!"
"Not yet, baby. I want you. Now behave or I'll start losing my temper, and you wouldn't want that!" He was struggling with her zipper, tugging her slacks off, now.
"What are you doing?" the beautiful, long-legged brunette panted, pushing at the handsome man while trying to gather her cloting to her. Her long brown hair swung around like a banner unfurled.
"Well hell, honey, you said you felt grimy. We're going to get some of that grime off you."
He was laughing out loud, taunting her as he continued stripping her expertly, letting her know he had done this with other women quite often. He seemed to enjoy this crazy struggle, chasing her around the bathroom, continually catching her each time she struggled to avoid him. Their antics were reflected in the long, wide mirrors on both walls of the modern, spacious bathroom.
"I ... can ... take ... my ... own ... bath...." she gasped. "Now ... you ... get ... out ... of ... here...." she panted.
She was naked now, but for her sandals and her white lace bikini panties, looking more and more provocative. The more Jerry saw of her, the more he was enthralled by her. No matter where she put her hands she was unable to hide all of her lovely white flesh. His eyes were already tearing her lovely undergarments from her body even if his hands were not yet doing it. He blocked her every move, and she stepped away from him, walking backward until she discovered she was entering the shower stall.
She clung to the far wall, no longer knowing what to do at this point, hating the idea of being raped by yet another man after what she had been through today. She watched in horror as Jerry deliberately undressed very slowly. He stood laughing at her, looking very much the huge, naked satyr. His muscles still bulged, and the one muscle she feared most jutted forth like some monster in a medieval painting. Her eyes dilated and she stood with outspread arms like some kind of sacrifice having been brought to the altar. She damn well knew what he was going to do, and she hated the idea of being used this way. Yet she knew he was going to use that penis on her.
Jerry stepped into the stall shower and stood looking at the full length of her lovely cowering figure. Christ! She looked more lovely, more wonderful, more desirable now than she had when he had first met her. There was something about her that turned him on as no other woman had been able to do. He decided the only way to shake this tremendous desire for her was to fuck her out of his system. This was proving more difficult than he had anticipated. He had thought that looking at her being fucked by other men would have somehow tempered his desire for her, but it had only turned up his inner furnace.
He saw her breathing heavily, her lovely breasts rising and falling, still firm and solid as her nostrils widened and flared with mounting uncertainty. Her fingers were turning white where they pressed into the shiny off-white tile behind her. Staring at her, he decided she definitely did not look real. She had too much beauty to be real. His hands reached out and slid lightly along her white arms from her wrists to her shoulders. Her flesh was like soft silk under his caress.
"Stop fighting me, Loretta," he whispered. "We've already been through this and you know damn well I'm not going to hurt you. I want you! I don't know why. With other women, it's usually wham-bam thank you ma'am, but with you I'm back for more and more and more. Now stop looking so frightened. First I'm going to bathe you. We'll both of us have a nice, warm bath. You'll feel a lot better for it. I know you've had a strenuous day and youre tired."
His voice continued droning on reassuringly in a soft whisper, as if he were speaking to some kind of frightened child. He knew the man with the gun had probably scared the living hell out of her, but he was going to restore her faith in sex. It was one thing for her to fuck for a living, but it was something else for her to understand that with the right person it was really good. Hell! She had come wildly with that gun in her twat. Imagine how much wilder she would be with his cock. Hell! He didn't have to imagine it. He had already fucked her once, and she had loved it. Now he was certain she would love it even more.
He moved with exaggeratedly slow movements, his hands very lightly tracing down her great, brown-tipped swells of ripened breast flesh. His hands moved lower and lower, down to her slender waist and over her full, rounded hips to the top of her bikini panties. With his fingertips he pushed them down until they dropped to her ankles. Then the man knelt and patiently lifted one of her slenderly narrow white feet and then the other to remove her panties, taking her sandals off at the same time. Everything was thrown out of the stall shower, into the bathroom. He got to his feet and stood transfixed, once again awed by the total beauty of her complete nakedness. She looked like a goddess.
Loretta stood in front of him looking like a statue that had suddenly come to life. She had one leg bent a little at the knee so that the shallow bowl of her belly, with her hipbones for handles, seemed raised to him in offering. The very slenderness and narrowness of her fragile bones seemed endearing. The full bounty of her lovely breasts looked like a miraculous harvest in an otherwise somewhat sparse landscape. The mammareis stood proudly out, the nut-like nipples pointing directly at him, the breasts ripe, heavy, and very promising. The light-brown sparseness of her pubic rug outlined her rich pink cuntlips perfectly, the tight little curls looking pronounced against the whiteness of her slender marble thighs. He had fucked her once before. Now he was dying to do it again, Jerry took one big slow step toward her which brought him right up against her satin desirability. His hands gripped her satiny hips and tugged her that much closer to him until their bodies were solidly pressed together from their waists down, his pulsing penis standing and mashed between their bellies. He sensed the beating of his throbbing cock was keeping time with his heart, and looking into her wide eyes, he saw she felt the pulsations, as well.
He leaned into Loretta, pressing her lovely back that much more solidly against the cold tile while his hot body warmed hers in front, crushing the white peaks of her swollen, projecting breasts. Very slowly he leaned forward and kissed her unlipsticked lips. His hands slid very slowly, like two turtles, up her sides, eventually coming to rest on the brown peaks of her snowy breast-mountains. Her nipples immediately began growing when touched by his palms, and her breathing became even more heavy.
The man slowly insinuated his tongue into the warmth of the lovely lady's wet mouth, finding her tongue, making her silent for the moment as his lingual digit made love to hers. He probed and swirled and stabbed, wanting to taste all of her oral interior, as if almost apologizing for what he had made her do. His breath was mingling with hers, his lips bruising her ripely sensuous ones, and then his tongue was insistently fucking into her oral cavern, probing as deeply as it had fucked into her cunt when he had lapped her.
His hands continued weighing the heaviness of her full and meaty breasts, reveling in the delightful sensations caused by her naked bounteousness. What he'd had and remembered before seemed faint compared to the reality of the moment. She was special as far as Jerry was concerned, very special, and he knew he was falling madly in love with her.
Titillating ripples of exquisite sensuality were inching further and further over the aching surface of Loretta's incredibly tender naked flesh as the man's hands continued their adventure, moving cautiously over her lovely body. Little jabs of seething lasciviousness were shooting through the rest of her body from the aching tips of her hardened nipples, then spreading in salacious warmth within her. The spurts of delight seemed synchronized to the heavy beat of the enormous pole that stood up between their bellies. Loretta felt her mind reeling under all that was happening.
It was difficult to explain precisely what she felt. With the other three men there had been some sexual enjoyment each time, in spite of the fact that she had no emotional feeling for any of the men. With this supercilious, smug, cocksure man, she did feel love, much as she hated to admit it. As a result, she was feeling sensations even more strongly than when he had made love to her the first time.
She realized she might possibly be turning into a wanton whore. She had enjoyed the other men and she was enjoying this man. Was she really so capable of responding to just any man, and then falling for a ladies' man so easily? As he kissed her, she wondered if he was able to taste the kisses of the other men? Was he able to taste the sperm of the one man who had fired into her mouth? She had gargled carefully after that, and not even the two men who had come after the security officer had tasted sperm in her mouth. Still, with this man she was worried, because she knew he had seen tapes of her being fucked in the cunt and in the mouth by those other men. Odd that he should still want her, and yet she was overjoyed that he did.
"Poor, sweet, tired woman," Jerry was saying, his lips pressing against her ear as he muttered to her.
Then his tongue was stabbing into her ear, fucking her there as well, rousing her as no man was able to do. She noted he was being sarcastic, as if to say, how tired can a girl be after making her living all day lying on her back? Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at the hard flesh of his strong shoulder as she glimpsed his hand kneading her breasts. His thumb was rubbing against her nipple to the point where she wanted to scream. His other hand was lifting her against the massive length of his great fleshy log as it continued to pulse and beat insistently.
"I'm going to turn on the water now," he whispered. "We'll make it a shower instead of a bath."
He turned her with him, holding her steady with one hand while he began fiddling with the faucets. The first cold drops hit her like Shockwaves of ice even though he was standing between her and the showerhead. The spray hit her around his shoulders. Little by little the water became warm and he gathered her to him with a soft moan. Loretta grabbed her long hair in time and held it in a pile on top of her lovely head to keep it from getting soaked.
Jerry's hands were now all over her, soaping her down, working up a strong lather. He slid them down her back, rubbing her curved buttocks and even moved his fingers into the crack between her asscheeks. Slowly but surely those hands moved higher around her lovely, shapely hips, down over her belly, then down her long, shapely thighs and finally up between them. One slippery finger slid down her luscious little slit and began rubbing back and forth in a maddening, teasing way, soaping her labia feverishly and sliding like a greased pellet up and down the outer edges of her yearning vaginal labial.
"Ohhhh ... please ... I'm not a whore ... don't ... please ... "she gasped, a total and complete captive to the wonderful sensations continually jolting through her because of the man's wicked finger. Without her permission her hips began hurling themselves forward against that continualoly working hand, arching up like some kind of magnet to maintain that wonderful contact. He was continually kissing her sweet face, her eyelids, her mouth, her throat, her cheeks, her temples, her forehead, and all the time his finger continued working on her achingly yearning flesh.
Jerry's hands then slid up along her quaking belly to once again fill themselves with the bowls of her lovely breasts. His fingers squeezed and manipulated the electrical globes, enjoying the way they continued sliding away. Sparks of delight continued building because of his hold on her. Her nipples were aflame with wanton need-a need that only the sucking pressure of his mouth would satisfy.
Abruptly the man turned to her and kissed her hard, then spun her around so that her back was to his hard body and his hands began moving very quickly. The lovely woman was up on her tiptoes as she became aware of the rigid sensation of his long, thick, unbending phallic lance sliding between her buttocks and then down and under, slipping along her vulva, the massive blunt head peeping out from between her slender thighs, creating the momentary inpression that she had suddenly sprouted a penis. Her buttocks felt the crispness of the man's pubic hairs as they harshly crushed against her asscheeks, and she gasped, enjoying the hard lunge of his groin against her backside while the sliding organ slipped back and forth between her clenched thighs. All the while his hands moved up and down her belly, stopping now and again to renew their acquaintanceship with her breasts.
Her own hands still held her wealth of brown hair high on her lovely head and she looked down to see the driving piston of his throbbing penis appearing and disappearing from between her slickly soaped thighs, peeking out from under her brown-haired pubic curls. The lovely woman felt the man's lips grunting and moaning against the nape of her neck as his strong hands tightly gripped her shoulders and then slid around to clench her full breasts as his aching cock continued driving a delectable, aggressively lascivious heat against the lips of her cunt. The fatigue she had long ago felt was now being replaced by an equally wilting lassitude-a lassitude of delightful need, creeping through all of her with great stealth.
"No ... no ... oh ... please ... this is all wrong...." she gasped, whimpering as if to herself, begging he release her so softly, knowing full well he wouldn't do it simply because he was as caught up as she in all this and was unable to do so. All the while her numbed brain was calling her a traitor for responding to the kisses and caresses of this one man who had led her into this life of total sin, while her body laughed and sang, delighted to be pleased in every way possible. Her tantalizing thighs were squeezing and opening along the hardened length of the throbbing phallus as it continued sliding between them, trying to capture that rapturous tool and imprison it in the depths of her vaginal nave. Her full breasts were not snuggling themselves ever more firmly in the fullness of the man's brutal hands, as if begging him for even more torment.
Christ! Now that the moment was here, Jerry felt like a young kid again. He felt as if he might prematurely blow his load. His mightily swollen and pulsating penis was getting perilously close. Son of a bitch! This was the one time he didn't want to rush anything. He wanted to drag out this incredible seduction of the woman who claimed to despise him for what he was forcing her to do as long as possible. The sensation of her nakedly white, soapy slippery, erotic flesh in his hands, pressed against his screaming body was almost too much. He'd waited a full twenty-four hours, and the waiting had driven him crazy.
His hands sloped down along her flat belly and inched through her tantalizing brown pubic fuzz, reaching for, finally finding the top of her womanly slit. His fingers delved into it, seeking her clitoris, finally finding it, and then vigorously massaging it. His thighs parted, he stood in a bit of a crouch so that his penis was easily able to press its head against her cuntal mouth, feeling the ultra-slippery swollen inner lips slide against his hungry penile flesh. He found her tiny clitoris, erect and attentive, an alert sentry. It fairly quivered and quaked to attention as he continually rubbed it with his finger.
"Aaaaaannnnnnhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhh ... hh hh-hhuu uuuuuunn nnnnnhhhhh ... oo oooohhhh," the lovely Loretta hissed faintly as she felt the center of her being reached and her frazzled nerve-endings were responding to the shooting electrical attacks. Now his finger, continually probing inward, had found the in-her gates to her entire intricate female citadel, and without wanting to, Loretta felt herself opening to his probe. He had once again breached her interior. Oh Lord! One sensation after another was bombarding her quaking brain. Thoughts running through her were so myriad and so indescribably wonderful she wanted to faint with sheer ecstasy. She was very much aware of his driving penis as it continued sliding back and forth along her tantalized vulva, his knowing finger caressing her clitoris again and again, his hand painfully pinching her nipple while his mouth leeched onto the slender length of her long white neck. Loretta felt her entire body sheathed in sprals of encircling flame.
All the shame and indignation she had felt at being used by this man so unsolicitiously now finally fell away from her. So did all the anguish she had felt through her wanton body, as well as the seeming indifference with which the other men had fucked her. All that was left at this moment was the beautiful instinctual senses this man was titallating, building to such peaks of rapture that it was too wonderful to believe.
"God! God! God! Baby, you're the most wonderful, lovable, fuckable human being I've ever known," he whispered to her. "I've never felt like this about anyone else before."
He continued slamming his thighs against the rubbery cheeks of her lovely behind, sliding the full length of his shaft along the slippery canal formed by her tender cuntlips. All the while his finger was issuing commands to her more-than-willing clitoris, commands that her body obeyed and eagerly responded to with desire. His teeth were nibbling at her neck very gently, and he was able to hear the woman moan, feeling her writhe beneath the pressure of his hands, his mouth, and his cock. God! She was a woman filled with the essence of love! What was more, he was aware of the love she had inside her, as well.
Jerry felt the helpless woman trembling like a small leaf as she pressed against him and he was well aware she would have fallen or possibly she would have just sunk to the bottom of the shower stall had he not been there to hold her up: Jesus! He knew he wasn't going to be able, to hold out much longer. But then, she was as ready to be fucked as he was to fuck. The warm water continued beating on his back in a steady pounding.
"Hold onto me, baby," he whispered to her. "I'm going to turn the water off. Just hold on!"
The man eased his long, thickly raging cock from between the tender deliciousness of her thighs. His hand reluctantly left her left breast as he turned his body a little so he was able to turn off the faucet. Before doing so, he realized the lovely woman was still soapy in a number of places. Carefully he turned her so the water would wash over her quaking white flesh. He turned her this way and that, as if she were an infant, rinsing her carefully, and she allowed this with no protest. Her eyes kept opening and closing. The lovely woman was in a half-trance, and tiny whimpers escaped from between her lips.
At last the man had rinsed and cleaned her free of soap. He shut the water off. Onnly the sounds of their heavy breathing and the last drips of water splashing on the tiles was heard. He very carefully all but carried her out of the stall shower and onto the deep white carpet. With his right hand he found a large, fluffy towel and he began drying her all over, blotting the water from her perfect white flesh. He kissed and caressed her tender skin as he went along, and the lovely woman was trembling violently at every touch of his lips. He continually murmured reassurances of love, reassurances that he, himself was starting to believe, and she heard them, listening for them, clinging firmly to him, her white hands clenched.
"Thatta girl, baby. Lift your lovely leg up and let me finish drying you," he ordered.
Her flowing brown hair was damp at the ends because of contact with her wet shoulders, and he took the time to dry the strands between his toweled palms.
Finally the two of them were dry. He hurled the towel to the floor against the edge of the counter, her head down with her long brown hair swinging forward around her face. Her hands were gripping the edge of the counter, long legs splayed widely apart like those of a doll that had lost support of its owner's hands.
Jerry was aware of his groin lurching and his belly tightening. This only made his bull-cock stand up that much more. He clenched his asscheeks automatically, making his throbbing penis jerk even more upright. He was able to see the lovely woman's brown-haired pussy, its pink lips slightly open, all pink and tender and moist, her full breasts still heaving with heavy breathing because of what she had experienced.
Christ! He had a feeling they would never make it into the bedroom. Her tenderly pink pussy, all rimmed with brown fuzz, seemed to open and close invitingly with her breathing. He sensed the offer it was making to him, the offer of entry. He kissed her hard for a moment, then pulled away, holding her at arm's length while she remained seated on the counter, letting him stare down. His left hand gripped his pulsing cock, and then he moved forward slowly guiding it so that its purple circumcised head, jutting straight out from the hairy loins, moved slowly into the heatedly soaking cavern of her separated pussylips-a cunt that was seeping magic juices to ease the way.
"AAaaaaaauuuunnnnggggggghh hhhh ... oooooo-oo hhhhhh ... Jerrrrryyyy ... "she said, mouthing the words rather than saying them out loud.
Her legs wrapped themselves tightly around the man's waist but she never remembered telling them to do as much. The head of his cock was pushing its way into her vaginal tunnel. Looking down, she saw the mammoth greatness of the pulsating shaft, vein-laced, continually throbbing, the huge staff all swollen and aching to complete the entry.
Once again the enormous organ was on the verge of splitting her right down the middle, nosing its way into her very vitals, plunging into the deepest part of her quaking body. It was going to sink into her belly, all the way in as it had done before. The three penises she had seen earlier that day, only two of which had penetrated her vagina, were all smaller than this one, and now she wondered how she had been able to handle this cock. She was going to be ripped to shreds inside. No woman was capable of holding all that. She would be torn to pieces inside, and yet she had held it before.
"Yes, yes, that's it ... that's the way, open up ... open up ... baby...." the man was singing softly, his voice bouncing off the bathroom tiles. "Open it for me ... I'm going to fuck you even better than the last time but not as good as the next time ... and you know you can take me without pain...." Her eyes were like two huge glazed pools ... a film of uncertainty covering their former clarity. "Easy ... easy now ... really easy...."
He pushed the head gently inside the labia feeling her soft inner flesh close hungrily around the breadth of his huge, impatient pole. Looking down again, he ached to once again taste the sweetmeat flesh of her delicious cunt, but he knew if he pulled out now, he would be spewing his juices all over the bathroom floor. Grunting, he shoved forward just a little bit harder. The lovely Loretta softly groaned, but it wasn't a moan of pain. God! He had to get his cock all the way into her before he began coming. Jesus! He'd like to shove it so far into her it caught in her throat. Hell! Fucking her was even better than he had remembered. It was a brand-new experience unto itself. He was still only barely into her, and her pussy channel was so tight, it felt as unyielding as a vise. It gripped the length of his cock as if holding onto a lifeline.
"I'm ... aaaann nnhhh ... afraid...." she gasped. "I know I ... unnnnnhh ... took it ... aaann nnhhhh ... the last time ... ohhhhhhhhhh ... but this is a differnt position ... I think I'm ... uuunnnhhh ... shorter and ... oooh ... narrower inside ... hhhhaa-aannnnhhhh ... I'm afraid...."
Did she actually say the words or had she merely thought them? Loretta wasn't certain. What she was certain of was the fact that either way, Jerry Doan was going to fuck her. Once again she had succumbed to him, a total slave to this man in every way. She would feel ashamed of herself later on, but right now she was too caught up in what was happening to even think about it.
He was a third of the way into her now, too far in to dislodge, nor would she have been able to do so if her life had depended on it. By now, her lascivisou body was past that point of no-return, and in her delirium she was overjoyed ... glad the man's mighty, monstrous organ was entering the ravenous tunnel of her flesh. Oh God! He felt warm, so secure, his inner self so hot and demanding she knew she had to have all of him inside her ... now! No matter how much it hurt, she had to have him.
Nothing else seemed to matter at this point other than the feel of the man's burning, solid body and her own inner responses under the harsh lights in the bathroom. She was aware of the countertop under her bottom as well as the hard strength of his body where she clutched him to her with upraised thighs in a scis-sor-like grip. Lord! What had happened earlier today, with those other three men ... that was nothing. This, which was taking place right now ... was everything. His lean waist and solid hips felt so strong and masculine beneath her legs, her muscles so taut and ready. She saw the soft black hair on his own pubis covering part of the life-giving shaft sunk halfway into her cunt. Loretta suddenly wanted him even closer, all the way inside her belly. Her legs tightened and she moaned once again.
Jerry caught the beautiful brown-haired woman's ass in his hands and slowly began inching ever closer, going deeper into her opened flesh, stabbing the full length of his throbbing cock directly into the mushy center of her heatedly sticky clasping inner feminie depths. Ohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddduhhhhhhhh!
Little by little the tight flesh surrendered before his stabbing as he pushed continually into her womanly inner sanctum, burying himself into the depths of her feminine body. The countertop beneath her buttocks was nice and high, as if made for a man like himself to fuck a woman seated on it.
It came to a point where he was no longer able to stand it. He had teased the two of them long enough. The man shoved his cock forward solidly and sank his aching penis deeply into that secret center, far, far inside that sacrosanct interior-that temple of a thousand delights-that Eden of desire. Oh God!-The man felt the tiny working fingers of her cunt-muscles squeezing around his throbbing cock, closing around him as he pushed, like millions of white corpuscles closing around a huge germ, ready to gorge their fill and eat on it. Jesus! What a tight cunt!
"Hhhhh aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh ... yyyyeeeesssss ... morrrrrrre!" Loretta gasped, throwing her lovely head back, her long, slender white throat straining tits muscular cords. She was aware of the man's mouth pressing itself firmly against her throat, groaning, the hot breath searing her lovely skin. The pain from the man's huge prick thrilled her. She was being hurt a little, yet it was such glorious pain she wanted more of it.
"Hold tight to me!" he gasped, rotating the full length of his organ inside her, churning it again and again, finally easing it back. God! The channel of her cunt was tighter today, after being used, than it had been yesterday, after eight years of not being used. But hell! He had no intention of stopping now! Just for the sheer pleasure of it, he eased his cock almost all the way out, barely keeping the head within her broiling confines. She was still squealing and crying out. The man's hands dug firmly into her hip-flesh as he brutally plunged his throbbing prick into her again, thrilling to the tightness of her close constriction about his aching cock. The tightness of her vagina simply swallowed him up, closing voraciously on his penis, snapping around it as if intent on snipping it off.
As the man's throbbing cock eased out of her cunt, the lovely Loretta felt his mouth hungrily closing around her right breast, sucking the orb, then chewing down on the nipple almost viciously while lunging into her belly.
"Aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh ... gooo oooooodddd-dddd!" she all but screamed that much louder.
Her tender little pussy felt as if it were being gloriously ripped to shreds, and the pressure of his mouth on her mammary only made her inner muscles close that much more tightly around the enormous breadth of rod that so wonderfully and harshly was impaling her. She was stuck solidly on him, like an ornament on a car hood.
Now he began shoving his beauty breadth all the harder in and out of her sucking vagina, and tight as she was, she received his assault with welcome. He was aware of her softly slender thighs tensing and hardening around his waist as he drove his slicing penis that much deeper within the hidden cave of cunt, farther and farther, right to the very root of her lubricated passageway. He withdrew, then plunged the penis in again, making the shaft constantly rub against the linings of her vaginal walls with a natural abrasiveness that stoked the fires in her to greater heights. He continued pounding in and out, in and out, making her pelvis rotate insanely, her softly satin buttocks grinding up to meet his thrusting penis. All the while his mouth continued biting, chewing, and sucking on her breasts, each one in turn, making sure both nipples received their share of proper attention from his hungering, nibbling mouth. Loretta was aware of her own narrow inner passageway tightening and clinging to the man's massive doric column of cock, somehow keeping time with the strongly convulsive tremors coming from within her full breasts, activated by his hungering lips and tongue as his mouth viciously sucked and his teeth chewed.
"Hhhhhoooo nnnnhhhhh!" she wailed aloud, aware of the bloated gunny sac of his scrotum smacking against her upturned labia as she leaned back where she sat, on the edge of the counter, her thighs wrapped tightly around the man's lean, slender hips, hugging him that much closer to her.
Loretta no longer thought about the fact that this man had used her physically, then had used her body to prove the deceit of other men, and was once again using her. She didn't care. All she wanted now was the continual driving, filling, lasciviously burning pole of this too, too solid length of flesh inside her pleading body. Never had she felt so wantonly alive, so inwardly free in spite of being a slave to this man. It was as if being a slave had set her inner self free.
Jerry continued grinding his throbbing organ into her, his flat hips making a rotating motion, literally screwing the full length of his solid phallus inot the tightly milking depths of her aching passageway. Continuing spirals of scintillating lust were moving like wreaths along the length of his rigid flesh rapier, its blunted head pounding harder and harder into her as sensuousness mushroomed inside the man's heaving groin and belly. He continued his violent, vibrant drubbing, slamming his unbending phallus all the deeper and harder into her blistering pussy until it appeared he was trying to drive right through the back wall of her taut cunt, and in the attempt he was trying to shred her vagina to ribbons. But Loretta's clinging inner sheath merely clamored for more, clinging feverishly to the man's frantically driving phallus that much more ruthlessly, her long, slender legs gripping him that much more tightly, tugging him even closer.
"That's it ... that's it ... that's it...." Jerry heavily gasped. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck harder ... oh Goddd-dddd ... don't stop ... fuck...."
The speed with which he pistoned his cock into her intensified and his solid arms were crushing her that much closer, his hands digging into whatever part of her white flesh that happened to be under their insane grasping. Oh Christ! There had never been anything like this for him with any other woman. Loretta was one in a million ... in a billion. He was going totally out of his mind.
"Ohhh hhhhhh ... Jerrrr yyyy yyyy ... hold me ... hold me tight...." the beautiful brown-haired woman was weeping out loud, now in the throes of mounting passion far stronger than anything she had ever previously felt.
Her entire inner body was completely on fire with waves of sheer animal lust-lust that totally blotted out all thought. All she cared about was the continuing bliss that kept on washing over her. There was no pain, only pleasure-the most delightfully exquisite, and sensuous pleasure she had ever known. Was there some strange kind of justification in all this? Was he helping to blot out all the shame and mortification he had brought on her by turning her into a whore? There was no mistaking her response to all that was happening now, as if feeling the love this man had for her. She needed to be loved by a man who liked her this strongly; who made her feel wanted as a person as well as a sex object. He was making up for everything now, and it felt so delightful. He was being good to her in his own way, showing that he cared for her, at least right now.
He began fucking her tight pussy with earnest strokes at that moment, standing in front of the counter and ramming his powerful penile pole into her vibrantly vivacious vagina. The climax was getting closer. Jerry was able to sense it. Her interior was sodden and open and her vaginal muscles fitted so tightly to his throbbing cock that it was like a second layer of skin, rippling forward to grip him on the outstroke, then accordioning as he slammed into her, clutching his throbbing cock all the more tightly, sucking so hard, it was as if the woman was trying to drain his innards out through his penile tip. His hands gripped the bare, smooth cheeks of her tiny buttocks. The mirror behind her had lost its cloudiness, as had the mirror behind him, and he was able to see countless reflections of what they were doing. Arms and legs were wrapped firmly around him like tentacles and he was being sucked deeper and deeper into the center of her shuddering body. The man would not have been the least little bit surprised to find himself suddenly shrinking, drawn inward into that blissful center between her lovely thighs.
"Goddddd uhhhhhh ... yessssss ... that's it ... babbbbyyyyyy ... come on and fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... harderrrrrrrr ... yesssssssss ... that's the way to do it ... yessssssssss...."
He wasn't able to hold out much longer. He knew he had waited so long, his control was worn to a frazzle. But then, from the squeezings of her vagina he was certain she, too, was near her pinnacle. He was able to tell from the soft, bubbling sounds spilling from her choking throat as well as the way her mouth ravenously slavered along his shoulder. Loretta's hands dug into his flesh and her legs encircled him in a murderous grip around his aching body, her vagina inching back and forth along the length of his driving pole as if she intended to climb right off the counter and cling to him, suspended simply on his pounding staff; one with him.
Loretta had always been careful of her language, and so she was totally unaware of what she was saying as four-letter words began falling from her lips in the exultation and ecstasy of the moment. She was delirious with delight ... the thrilling joy of being fucked by a real man instead of those body users she had known earlier in the day.
"Fuck me ... shove your cock into me ... harderrrr ... fuck my cunt harrderrrr ... yessss ... do it ... do it ... do it ... haaaannnnhhhh ... don't stop...."
Jerry was well aware of the digging pressure of her fingernails cutting into his back and he knew before they were finished those nails would leave blood furrows. What the hell! Let her claw! She had the right! He continued pumping the full length of his driving organ into her with such overpowering force, that were it not for the stabilizing force of his mighty hands as they continued clinging to the rounded cheeks of her lovely pale ass so fiercely, he would have slammed her straight across the counter and into the mirror behind her.
Arching her back, her long, Venus-like throat curving backward, she shuddered in her feverish attempt to attain that ultimate rapture. The lovely brown-haired woman thrust herself on the embedded spike of Jerry's long, rigid cock, thrilling to the way it so exquisitely battered her. Her long brown hair fell like a waving flag behind her, running along her corded spine. She was aware of Jerry leaning with her and a bolt of enraptured flame charged through her shuddering body as his tongue lashed out once again to sear her turgid nipple. She quaked again when his teeth bit into the little nubbin, feeling rapture incited within her, and as he bit into her areola, her head whipped uncontrollably from side to side while the head of his masculinity continued to slam against the rear wall of her vagina.
"GGGGHHHH AAAANNNN GGGGHHHH ... HHHH AAAAA NNNNN GGGGG HHHH ... YYYY AAAA NNNN GGGG HHHH ... AAAA RRRR GGGGHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" The eerie sounds coming from her own mouth surprised her as she felt herself already on the verge of orgasm. Then the man's strong arms lifted her off the counter, pulling her breasts against the hot shelter of his hairless chest as his hands gripped her rear-end to clutch her against him as if he intended diving straight into her narrow vaginal opening following his penis.
"EEEEYYYY AAAAIIII GGGGHHHH AAAA-NNNNGGGGHHHH ... AAAARRRGGGG ... HHHHAAAAUUUU ... WWWeeAAAANNNNGGGG ... HHHHAAAARRRGGGHHHHH-HHHH!" he bellowed. "I'M COMMMMMIIIIIINNNNGGGGUHHHHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
The anguish in the man's quivering voice and the sudden boiling heated spew of seminal fluid hit the lovely woman's inner container like a white-hot torch of thundering flame. It was all that was needed to send her over the edge, igniting her body as never before, creating an orgasm inside her the like of which was incredible. The dam broke and floods of heated, ravishing, washing, constricting, churning, flooding, convulsing sensation wracked her lovely body in wave after wave of uncontrolled and breathtaking ecstasy.
"EEEEEYYYYY IIIIIEEEEE AAAAIIIIIGG GGHHHHH AAAAWWWWWW AAAAAAIIIIII YYYYAAAA IIIIYYYY AAAAGGGGHHHH AAAAUUUUUWW WWAAAAA GGGGGHHH!"
The shriek tore from her lovely throat in successively higher octaves as layer on layer of rocking, tearing, intensifying, tormenting volcanic delight made her body tremble, pouring through her from top to bottom.
She came, then came again, and came a third time while his cock continued spurting its contents into her. It took a long time for him to soften, and when he did so, he slipped out of her and staggered from the bathroom to the bedroom, where he flopped on the huge bed. Loretta merely lay back on the hard counter, her head near the sink, falling into oblivion.
Some time later, while still sunk in a total torpor, her body was lifted by Jerry Doan and carried into the bedroom where he placed her on the bed beside him, and where the two of them fell into a long, blissful sleep.