Chapter 6
"I told you, I want the door shut," she insisted.
"And I want it open," he snarled.
Her mind revolted at the thought of having his mother come upstairs and see the two of them animalistically rutting somewhere in the room. Besides, it was daylight. With Len, she had been in a darkened store with almost no light on at all. With Frank she had been in a room dimly lit more by a TV screen than anything else. The idea of being so openly and helplessly exposed was very unappealing, and yet, she had made a bargain.
"All right," she nodded. "Leave the door open, but pull the window blinds. Your windows are directly opposite those of the house next door, and I don't want anyone over there getting a free show."
Armand smiled, knowing his neighbors weren't home at the moment. If they were, he would have not only insisted on leaving the blinds up, but he would have turned on every light in the room as well. The bitch was a bit of a prude. She wanted the room darkened, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was embarrassed at showing her nakedness so readily. Hell! He wanted to feast his eyes on her sensuous body and look at her nakedly supple flesh. What the hell! Give in for the moment, at least until he got her clothes off. Even with the blinds closed, he'd be able to turn on the lights when it pleased him.
"Okay," he nodded. "Go on and close the blinds."
She walked over to the windows, lowered the blinds, and then closed them. The hallway outside the bedroom was dark because it had no windows and all the other bedroom doors were closed. Save for light coming from windows downstairs, barely visible from this room, they were in the dark, and she heard his clothing rustle as he began to undress.
Reva shrugged. There was no getting out of it, now. She unzipped her dress and slipped it over her head, almost stumbling in the dimness of the room. She shivered a little as her fully rounded breasts fell free of her brassiere. Her legs also felt the coolness of the room as she peeled down her pantyhose. Now all she had on were her black lace panties. She saw his brutish masculine silhouette against the closed window blinds as he came closer to her, and she waited for the inevitable touch of his large, ham-like hands.
The shadowy form suddenly gripped her shoulders, caressing them, sending a violent chill down her spine. She shivered uncontrollably as she felt icy fingers sliding over her hips, feeling for, finding her panties, and then pulling them down the curved length of her long, smooth thighs. When they reached her ankles, she stepped out of them.
She felt like a whore. In fact, as far as she was concerned, that was precisely what she was. But she had to do it! A sale like this would more than make up for the fact that she hadn't had a perfect day. Besides, if she didn't surrender herself to this man, then there was every possibility that Len would insist on getting a piece of her back at the store again.
The man's tongue was lapping at her thighs, moving up across the firm flatness of her belly, and she shamefully had to admit that in spite of what she believed herself to be, she was actually looking forward to what was going to happen to her. The man was depraved, yet she was looking forward to his possession of her. Why was she suddenly so anxious to be wanton?
His mouth moved higher now, and a low rumble came from his lips as his mouth opened and enveloped the thrusting nipple of one of her tantalizingly swollen breasts. He sucked at the enlarging bud very gently as he eased her slender body little by little to the torn, shoddy carpeting that was on his floor, sliding his own, bull-like form on top of hers. It seemed ironic that all her sexual experiences of late seemed to be taking place on carpeting. There was a now-familiar tingling rippling through her shuddering, curvaceous loins, and her hands moved as if of their own free will to his shaggy head, runnning through ,he long black hair, pulling him solidly against her breasts as she had done when Len had first mouthed them.
Reva chewed on her lower lip as the knowledge was once again rampant within her that she was no less a tramp than many another woman that she had condemned. Her mind seemingly whispered obscenities at her, as if chewing her out for her behavior. She was calling herself a whore over and over. It was her conscience shouting at her, and yet the tongue of the bull-shaped man conflicted with everything her conscience was telling her. She ought to have been ashamed of herself, but she wasn't, not even a little bit. Perhaps the most shameful thing of all was her total lack of shame. She felt no desire to cry for her lost decency, nor did she feel the urge to reprimand herself for wanting all this to happen. There was no sense of humiliation whatsoever. Rather, her mind was filled with memories, memories of what had taken place between herself and Len, and what had taken place between herself and Frank. Remembrances of everything flashed through her mind as if she were viewing some Triple-X-rated movie show. Added to all those pictures were the new pictures forming in her mind as Armand's tongue continued licking her, sending all kinds of quivering sensations charging through her lust-incited, swollen breasts. She had no desire to rationalize or excuse her terrible behavior. She wasn't surrendering herself for the sake of her job as she had initially tried convincing herself. Nor was she doing this in order to double the price on the order. She was doing this merely because she wanted to do it. She felt it was all right to do this.
She tasted a tiny droplet of blood and realized she had bitten her bottom lip too hard. Perhaps this was some kind of self-inflicted punishment for so readily accepting this hoydenish way of life. Oh the hell with it, already. She was about to be fucked because this was what she devoutly and consummately wanted, deep down.
"Hey, baby, you're okay," Armand told her, heavily panting as he lifted his head from her swollen breasts'.
As far as he was concerned, she had been overcome by his rugged-looking masculinity. When he had been in high school and college, as a star on the football team, he'd had all the sex he'd ever wanted. When he had failed to make the pro teams, then the pussy had all but disappeared, though now and again some chick was overcome by his masculinity and wanted to know what it felt like to have a really solid cock inside her. It had taken a while to find this chickie, but as far as he was concerned, she was like those others who had ached to be with him. It never once occurred to him that she might have had some mercenary reason for initiating this, nor did it occur to him that any cock would have suited her at this point. But it had been quite a while since he'd had himself a good cunt, and as a result he found Reva to be extremely exciting.
He sneered to himself in the dark as he thought about this beautiful woman who had seemingly come out of nowhere just to be fucked by him. She was eagerly panting for his cock. She had a job to do, and as far as he knew she probably had other customers to see, yet she had been unable to resist Armand Leon. The thought made him push the uncircumcised, red-tipped cock against the softly tender flesh of her tantalizingly ivory white thighs.
She whimpered, feeling some kind strong desire as her hands moved of their own volition, slipping from his shaggy head, roaming over his broad, muscular back. She dragged her red-painted nails across his firm, manly flesh, digging into him as if her nails were tiny knives.
Feeling her fingernails digging into his broad back, Armand felt a new and delightful surge of power charging through his aching loins. He pushed the swollenly stiff penis forward until the red, rubbery tip rested against the soft, satin fuzz lightly sprinkled around her temptingly hot cunt. Unable to control her want of him, Reva panted as her searching fingers ran involuntarily over the clenching flesh of his ass-cheeks, then slipped around his narrow hips to tightly grasp the twitching rock-like solidity of his massive prick.
He deeply inhaled the sensuous odor of her attar of rose perfume as he enjoyed the sensation of the warmth of her palm enveloping his gigantic phallus. It was a biggie, all right. Reva realized this one was as long and thick as Len's, and her squeezing it made the bear-like man crush his hungering lips to her full, red, sensuous mouth as he plunged his stiffly wet tongue into the unresisting center of her oral cave.
Screaming for some kind of release as multitudes of tiny flickering fires of excited passion danced over her redly flushed skin, Reva's body jerked upward, pushing against his solidity. She no longer thought about what she had done with the other two men, nor did she think in terms of not being sorry or being ashamed she wasn't sorry. All she recalled of her past encounters were the orgasms; especially the four-in-one she had enjoyed with Frank. She ached to feel it all over again. She wanted to feel it.. . now!
Her aching hand was firmly wrapped around the solid shaft of her masculine aggressor's throbbing cock, milking the pulsating length of flesh to even greater heights of lusty excitement. Nothing, nothing in the world was going to stop her. Reva realized that she had actually used the idea of doing this for a better carpet sale as an excuse. She had been waiting all day for a man to make a pass at her. She hadn't the courage to initiate any action between herself and a man-not yet, anyway. But her body had been hungering for this. She hadn't had any cock at all the previous day, and it became obvious to her that cock, like food, was nourishment she needed at least once a day in order to remain content and satisfied. The hotly flaccid skin she was pulling back and forth over the rubbery head made her realize how great her need was for all this. She was more of a slave to her own body's continued requirements than she would ever be to Len. The nakedly eager cock she gripped was more than anxious to bury itself inside her, and she yearned for it. Right now, she would have paid back all the money she had gotten from this man to have his cock. If he only knew how subservient she had become to the great god Priapus.
"Hey yeah, you're something else," Armand whispered to her as her squeezing, rasping fingers continued jerking back and forth on the pulsating length of the rubbery headed cock.
Armand was still more certain than ever that this woman wanted him. It never occurred to him for an instant that she had no idea who he was at that moment, nor did she give a damn. All she cared about was the burial of his long, thick slice of cylindrical meat in the center of her womanly tunnel. As far as he was concerned, her heat was for himself as a man, and not because he was attached to the one part of him she really cared about. Yeah, man; she really dug him the most. Well, hell! He dug her, too. It was only too obvious she wanted her cunt fucked like all the other broads in the world. His hands moved over her body, touching her, feeling her, rubbing her body, enjoying the smell and the touch of her.
His fingers pinched and yanked at her quivering nakedness, his hands gliding over her flat belly and moving swiftly to their target-the sodden pink labia that lay hidden in the soft forest of ebony down that fuzzily sprinkled itself across her pubic mound. Yeah, down there, between her eagerly trembling thighs, wet and silken, he felt as if her sparse, black forest of hairs was reaching out for the eager tips of his searching fingers.
Quivering, over-anxious for the feel of him, her pinkly flaccid vaginal labia involuntarily spread themselves wide open beneath what little soft, curling hair she had, allowing his searching fingers into the heatedly sodden crevice, brushing against the already erect bud of her pulsating clitoris.
It felt so good, so wonderful, so absolutely delightful to the anxious brunette as his fingers continued to rub over the hardened red bud. She clenched her thighs together and gasped as a mini-climax overcame her. After that, his touching her clitoris was almost distasteful to her because she felt over-stimulated and needed to be touched elsewhere. She pulled her cunt away from him, and when his fingers attempted to follow it, she shrank from him.
Rejection was something Armand was unable to stand. It had been bad enough when he had no longer been able to get the women he wanted following his inability to make a pro football team. But now, to have a hot piece like this suddenly pull away from him just when he wanted her most.. . well, hell, this angered him.
"Come on!" he snapped. "Gimmeee that cunt."
"Go slow!" she gasped.
"Fuck you!" he snapped, and pulling away from her, he leaped to his feet and ran across the room.
Reva listened to his footsteps, then heard the horrible click of the light switch as he turned on the multitude of lamps plugged into the wall sockets exposing her totally naked body to his angrily flashing eyes.
"Hey, turn that light off!" she insisted, her voice a mixture of adamant demanding and pleading softness as she covered her nakedness with her arms.
He stood there, tapping his bare foot on the floor, admiring her. Hell! She had a body to end all bodies, and angry as he was, he intended taking full advantage of it.
Another thing seemingly amused him. As far as he was concerned, she was a whore. Any woman who would give herself to a man she didn't marry was a whore, though any woman who didn't give herself to Armand Leon was a dumb prude as far as he was concerned. Either way, a woman lost.
But the fact that she was a whore and yet a modest one almost amused him. Now, with the light on, and his huge penis waggling in front of him, she was unable to hold her head up and look at him. Instead, she stared down at the carpeting, letting her mind dwell on the sinful condition of said carpeting, and the wisdom of replacing it.
But even as she thought all these things, her body remained kindled and desire still filled her. Even with the light on she knew she was going to submit to what this man wanted. She had no choice. No, it had nothing to do with the bargain she had made concerning the carpeting. If she refused, she would walk out of here madly frustrated, and that would be worse than letting the whole world think she was a whore.
Staring at the whiteness of her naked thighs, Reva was very much aware of the ape-like man's feet on the ratty carpeting in front of her. He had hair all over his feet. Slowly her eyes began traveling up the length of his thick-muscled legs until she saw the huge cock, standing out like a cannon from the heavy dark, curly brush on his groin. Good God! It looked even bigger than it had felt. Her eyes widened at the immensity of it, and she wondered how she was going to fit it inside her. But looking at it also reminded her of the burning anxiety filling her, and she knew she had to have it. Any prick that huge had to be capable of triggering at least one needed orgasm in her interior.
"You know," he laughed, walking closer, "if you wanna play games, you hot-assed little bitch, then we'll play games-my kind of games."
Reaching out, he tangled his fingers in her black hair and suddenly yanked her to her feet.
"Owww!" she wailed, her hands leaving her body in order to move to her scalp in the hope of stopping him.
"Whatsa matter, honey, don't you dig it?" he asked.
"What's wrong with you?" she gasped. "Why are you acting this way? I'm willing to give you what you want. I'm more than willing."
"Yeah, sure, that's why you pulled away from me, huh, honey? Well you ain't getting away from Armand Leon that easily," he laughed, and he shoved her toward his gigantic bed.
Reva fell onto the huge bed, her hands holding her hair where he had pulled it, leaving the full firmness of her rounded breasts and her pubic mound totally exposed to his glittering eyes. She whimpered in pain more than fear as the bullish man came closer to her, his eyes burning with anger. Why didn't he understand her need for cock? Why did he take her pulling away as rejection? God! After a climax, even a small one like that, a woman needs a little time to recover. Jesus! All she wanted was a handsome, good-looking guy willing to marry and support her, and she would leave this damned carpet business so fast. She'd live to whore for this one man, fucking him every morning, every evening, and all day long on the weekends. But life wasn't that simple. No! She was without a husband, and she had to earn her way. That meant,-having already consented to screw for this man, which she still wanted to do anyway, she had to find some way to appease him.
"L-listen," she said to him. "I-it's not you, Armand. It's not you at all," she begged, speaking quickly, knowing she had to calm him down in order to bring things to a satisfactory conclusion for both of them.
"Look, you talk, and fast!" he snarled.
"It's just that you're so good at getting me hot," she told him, "that I came already. You know how you feel after you come. You need to relax just a little, right?"
He looked at her with a hard glitter in his eye, wondering whether or not to believe her. Yeah, it was true, after he came he was in no hurry to come a second time, at least not right away.
"You bring out the real woman in me," she went on. "I'm alive with you, and I feel really good. That's why I came so quickly. I've never met anyone capable of making me come so quickly before." That much was the truth, but only because her body was accustoming itself to orgasms, and as a result was learning to climax more and more easily. It never occurred to her to think even once that something like this had to be wrong. On the contrary, it had to be right.
The huge, bull-like man knelt on the bed beside her, his Neanderthal mind wondering if the lovely brunette was telling him the truth. Reva, realizing she had to prove her sincerity to him, reached out with her hand and surrounded the length of his throbbing cock. Through somewhat fear-filled eyes, Reva watched as her long, slender fingers slid along the length of the rigid shaft to the widely thick base, then jerked back again. She seemed to be trying to hypnotize herself with the lascivious stroking of his cock.
Well, in trying to flatter him, she had actually told him quite a bit of truth. Now she was letting him know in no uncertain terms that she had made a bargain with him, and she would stick by it. No matter how debasing he was, she would do whatever he wanted. A corner of her mind told her she was becoming obsessed with the idea of orgasm, and it was only a matter of time until she tired of it to a degree, as one might of a new toy. But until that time, she had to submit to her body's requirements, requirements brought to life by her employer's cock with such a vehemence, that she would have to do precisely what he had initially suggested if she were going to sate herself.
Armand realized she seemed to be going out of her way to show him she intended keeping her end of the bargain, and once again he believed himself to be irresistible. She was his slave, and he'd be able to do anything he wanted with her. Well hell! He would fix that lovely ass of hers, but good. She'd never turn him down again if he came looking for her.
As if she were actually ashamed because of her humiliating admission to him, Reva continued stroking the man's pulsating cock, her own mind feeling more than a little confusion at the moment, wondering just what kind of feelings a man had in his penis. She was startled when she felt him grip her shoulders, forcing her to release his aching cock, and then he made her lie face-down on the huge bed-a bed she was now able to tell smelled of his masculine self. Luckily he seemed to believe in showers, and though the bed had a strong scent of him, it wasn't one of dirt. For the moment, he was the master and she was the slave, and she would have to do anything that pleased him.
Still uncertain just what it was he intended, she lowered her throbbing head to the pillow, wanting to relax a little. The sensitivity in her cunt was gone, and suddenly a salacious ripple charged through her, filling her with apprehensive pleasure from the tender backs of her pulsating thighs to the heated confines of her flooded vagina. Lying there on her belly, she realized he was climbing on top of her, dragging the full length of his heatedly pulsating cock along the insides of her partially spread thighs.
"Why this way?" she asked, sensing the throbbing organ's hot and rubbery tip sliding along her trembling flesh, burning an entirely fresh path of salacious desire in its wake. The damp, sodden lips of her sucking cunt opened once again of their own volition, expecting to be met by the massivity of his throbbingly jerking cock, yet because of the angle at which his cock seemed to be moving, she understood her cunt, for the moment, would be frustrated.
Reva chewed on her lip and lifted the upper part of her torso so that her breasts dangled helplessly beneath her, swaying from side to side as she rose to her knees, as well. God! She didn't care what position he used as long as he fed that cock into her hungry cunt.
Now the heatedly burning rubber tip slid to the long dark crevice that separated the quivering white orbs of her tender, rounded buttocks and a dim idea of just what it was this man intended suddenly broke through her consciousness. He butted the tip against the little brown ring of her anus, searching for a way through the tiny, elusive little opening hidden between her ass-cheeks.
Oh God! He's crazy! she thought.
She was willing to submit to any erotic demands as long as they had some semblance of normalcy, but this? This was insane! Why in heaven's name would any man want to try and drive something as thick as his monstrous cock inside her asshole? Wasn't it enough for him that she was willing to allow him to fuck her cunt? She wondered which of them was sicker, he or she? After all, she was actually allowing him to do this to her.
There was no way of rationalizing why she was permitting him to do this. But one thing she did realize was, she was panting with anxiety as she felt the swollenly twitching phallus probing at the little brown ring of rubber that was her behind. It seemed to be searching for the opening, confident it was the key to unlock that orifice, forcing her to accept his sadistic intrusion.
Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, the two feelings circled through her reeling brain as beads of perspiration continued pouring off her aching body.
Each confusing thought of the two contradicting feelings cued her tiny sphincter. It clenched and unclenched in rhythm with her beating heart, seeming to grasp at the burning red tip of the stone-solid penis, as if actually trying to tug it toward her untouched anus. She heard him grunt aloud, then was aware of him throwing his gorilla-like arms around her, grabbing her firmly jiggling breasts and tugging her ass closer to him.
"Your asshole's too tight," he gasped, making her sigh with relief at the knowledge he was not about to penetrate her there. But he dashed that hope a minute later by saying, "Gotta make you wet back there."
At first she didn't understand how he intended wetting her back there. Would he use his tongue as Frank had done, sending all kinds of thrills shooting through her ass? But the depraved look in the man's burning eyes told her he wasn't the kind of man who went around putting his tongue into any woman's anus. No! He had something else in mind, something he would enjoy much more as he moved to the side of the bed and brought his groin even with her face. Before she was able to voice any kind of protest, he grabbed her head and pushed it toward his groin.
"Hurry!" he commanded, letting Reva know precisely what it was he wanted, and she also knew there was no way for her to refuse.
Cautiously she parted her full red lips and eased her tongue from her mouth. God! This close, his cock looked every bit as massive as that which Frank had shoved down her gullet. She hesitated for a moment, not because fellatio bothered her. She was getting sick and tired of this man finding different ways to humiliate her. He was worse than Len would ever be.
"Stop playing games," he told her. "You know damn well that if you don't make the old cock nice and wet and slippery, it's gonna hurt you a lot more when I shove the cock into your ass."
She let out a humiliated groan of disappointment, then flicked her long, pink tongue out to wet the burning tip with her own sodden saliva. It didn't taste bad, not at all. Hell! It was just about the same as Frank's, but still, how was any man capable of doing such a horrible thing as sodomy? He guided her face with the palms of his hands, letting her run her tongue all over the throbbing penis. The taste of it filled her mouth with a delectable flavor, and she realized there was a definite difference in the taste of his cock from that of Frank. She assumed that all cocks had a slightly different taste, and it occurred to her that cunts probably had different flavors too, though she really wasn't in the mood to find out about pussy. As if half-detached from reality she continued licking at the twitching shaft, thinking how she would like to have a real man of her own to do things like this with, and how wonderful it would be to be able to love someone and do all these things. But her life seemed so unreal now, except for the continually throbbing ache between her thighs, and the knowledge that in spite of the fact that she had once considered all this depraved, she now gloried in it.
"Jesus!" Armand groaned, and pushed her away, turning her body with his powerful hands, forcing her to kneel facing away from him again.
She knew from the throb in his urethra that her sucking had almost made him come. If her mouth had only clung to his cock a little longer. She would have been able to drain the white flow from within and make his swelling go down, and the chances were he would never be able to raise another erection quickly enough. She loved swallowing sperm. There was something about the cloroxy taste of it that thrilled her. But she was doomed to discover what it was like to have semen blast into her colon. He was anxiously hurrying to guide his cock to her hairless pucker again.
Damn him! It was too big, much too thick! If she allowed him to go through with this, he'd split her in two. She revolved her upraised hips frenetically in the hope of attempting to escape the probe of the heated phallus, but her movement seemed to catch the tip of it in the elastic entrance of her never-before-plumbed rectum. The cock was dribbling with her saliva, heavily lubricated, but she was still certain she would never be able to take it inside her. But his hand slid across her waist, pressing into the flat of her stomach, delving between her thighs, probing for, finally finding the throbbing bud of her clitoris. She gasped at the exciting pressure of his fingers as they rubbed the tiny bud, automatically jerking her buttocks backward, feeling the hot-pointed red tip dig a little deeper into her rubbery ring as she tried clutching her anus shut. It just wasn't fair, damn it! It wasn't fair that a man should have something to probe into a woman, but a woman had nothing with which to probe back. But even as she thought about it, the pressure of the finger massaging her clitoris made her hump backward.
"Please.. . " she whimpered, wanting him to stop, to keep from penetrating her anal tunnel.
Her clitoris was swollen, larger than it had ever grown before, and it seemed to be taking control of her shuddering body. It guided her instincts at the moment, not caring that she was mentally refusing to allow this to happen. Her body wanted all the gratification it had been refused these many years. Now her clitoris ordered her buttocks to unclench, and without the least bit of hesitation the tiny sphincter suddenly relaxed, loosening its tight hold on her defenseless rectal center. She was wide open.
A second passed, then another second, and then the swollen cock was pushing forward.
"Unh! Unh!" she gasped in terror, stifled pains filling her chest as she shook her roundly smooth white buttocks, feeling uncontrolled, rapid shocks of burning electricity blister through her helpless form. It should have been strangely obscene and perverted, but her mind had already rejected such words. The swollen, rigid phallus began making inroads, shoving into her rear tunnel.
It hurt! Dear God! How it hurt!
What if Len were here now, watching what was happening? He'd smirk and congratulate her on using her head to make a sale. The problem was, it wasn't her head that was being used. If she cried out in torment and begged Len to help her, would he? Or would he merely laugh and tell her it was all good for her?
The cock pushed harder, and she realized the corona had nearly penetrated her anus. But much as it hurt, she really didn't want it to stop. Was she a masochist?
"Ghhhaannnn gggggghhhh . . . hhhhuuuunn nngg-gghhhh!" she moaned out loud, the pleasure-pain sensation building toward ecstasy. Nevertheless, it now hurt too much, and she begged, "Stop! Stop! It hurts too much!"
Reva jerked her quiveringly white buttocks from side to side in a twitching motion in an uncontrollable effort to ease the fierceness of the pain that continually grew hotter as the man pushed his flat hips forward with a choking grunt. The pain refused to diminish. It was becoming overpowering, much more than she expected, and she howled as the bowels of her upraised buttocks continued wildly writhing helplessly in a totally futile attempt to escape the hideous ravaging of her previously virginal rectum. Nevertheless, through the pain, she found herself overpowered by her own newfound, wanton lusts as well as the licentious thoughts of sexual desire continuing to permeate her dazedly tormented brain. She continued calling herself a whore, insisting she was no better than a common prostitute. She was worse than a prostitute, because a prostitute had the good sense to keep all the money she earned with her vagina, whereas she, Reva, was only going to keep a percentage of it.
Armand enjoyed the sounds of her whimpering pleadings. He felt an inner sadistic desire as the full length of his hard, thick cock now rested in the depths of her rectum, the head pushing into her large intestine. Now that it was all the way in, he slowly, torturously drew it back until only three inches remained in her ravaged tunnel. Meanwhile, his right hand was beneath, the fingers slipping between her thighs and massaging her clitoris, toying with the hard, swollen button, building the thrills in her to a peak even with the anguish. He was leaning over her back, smiling, well aware he was once again victorious with a woman, as he had been in the old days. He rested for a moment, the bulbous tip of his penis still nestled in the rectal rectory. Then he slowly began pushing the massive phallus deeper into her tightly ravaged feminine tunnel.
It hurt so much, and Reva was intent on concentrating on the pain in the hopeless attempt that it might wipe the desire for sexually wanton contact right out of her. She was aware of the probing phallus again slowly sinking into her anal tunnel, widening it, causing it to stretch beyond limits she had thought herself capable of enduring. This was, after all, her punishment for being so free and easy in her attitude toward sex.
Who the hell did she think she was kidding? That kind of attitude might go fine with some dumb prude, but Reva was far beyond something like that. The hell with it all. Her ass was being raped, and the only way to bring about an end to the pain was to assist in this attack on her bumhole.
She pushed backward, meeting his forward-driving thrusts, her passionate self overcoming her agonized self, as anxious to ease more of the massive flesh baton into her rectum as he was to probe into her. Her rectum clung tightly to it and she was aware of the heavy beat of her heart as she screwed herself onto the mighty awl.
The powerful former athlete continued his lewd attack, undulating his slim, masculine hips, trying to match the power of her groping anal pressure as she kept on thrusting her white buttocks at him. The oils from the tip of his penis lubricated her anal chamber, and as a result, he was able to slide his powerful organ slowly and evenly into her ravished orifice. Pain was still there, still rampant because her rectal tunnel was stretched to its absolute limit. As far as Armand was concerned, he had never had an ass this tight, and as a result, his cock felt longer and thicker than ever. The rapturous desire charging through him would either expend itself in her, or it would kill him.
Helplessly skewered by the hard, rotating thrust of his circular probe, Reva was certain her bottom would be equally divided and her buttocks would literally split apart. She moaned, but at this point she wasn't certain whether it was out of pain or the continually mounting pleasure she felt.
It occurred to her that the pain was starting to recede now, leaving the quivering white orbs of her posterior and tautly strained muscles in her back passage to slowly expand. The lewd thrills continued invading her body, building to greater heights, enhanced by the wantonly overpowering need she felt within her. She had already had a rectal orgasm by finger, and she was suddenly aware how easier it would be to have one with a cock rummaging through her back trail. The obscene desire for a climax in her rear continued to mount as she felt her vaguely pulsating clitoris twitching with the sexual fire that had been burning in it ever since he had initially touched it. His insistently rubbing finger brought her to newer and greater heights.
She was anxious to obey the man when he tugged at her long, slender limbs, forcing her to lie flat on her belly instead of kneeling like the bitch in heat she had felt herself to be. Her quiveringly smooth white buttocks were pillows against which he pressed his own belly and thighs. He lay on top of her, pumping wildly.
The smooth softness of the sofa beneath her countered the savage hardness of his driving penis as it nailed itself that much more deeply into her, creating a blend of sensations that engulfed her quivering form. Her lasciviously maddened nerves rippled uncontrollably as wave after wave of wildly sensuous torment built in her. Her slowly undulating ass-cheeks worked against his groin, and her anal tunnel sucked his cock into her that much more deeply. The hardness of his wiry pelvis smashed repeatedly against the tenderness of her alabaster rear cheeks while her full breasts all but buoyed her up from the bed. The trembling buttocks, temporarily crushed by his weight, would spring right back to life when he pulled away from her, and then once again would seemingly deflate when he drove his massively throbbing phallus that much deeper into the tunnel behind her hairless little opening.
The pain had totally vanished by now, replaced by an insatiable desire for more-feeding on the desire she had initially felt to allow all this to happen in the first place. She loved it, reveled in it, wanted to feel it burrowing into her small intestine and then into her stomach, and finally through her gullet and out her throat. She grunted, hysterical with desire in her defilement and wished for more and more of the stabbing penis.
"Ann! Anh! Anh! Ann!" she gasped as he nailed his savage cock to the depths inside her tortured anus. "Go . . . go . . . harderrr . . . deeperrrr . . . fasterrrrrrr . . . moreeeee . . . morrrree . . . morrrre.. . . "
Her begging plea beat at his lust-filled brain, and the powerful man began stroking all the more quickly and frenetically, plunging the total length of his aching cock to the deepest part of her obsessed bowels. She grunted as her clinging rectum filled itself again and again with the solidity of his rock-solidness. At the same time his fingers were viciously digging into her clitoris, massaging it so frantically she was curious, though not afraid, that he might actually tear the little nubbin from her body. The clitoris jerked insanely. There was nothing left in the world for her but the frenzied fucking she felt; the magnificent sodomy of the degenerate who pile-drove into her. She had wondered if she still had any inhibitions, but by now she was well aware that they were gone, totally and completely gone. She was all alone in this world of insanity with only her cunt, her asshole, and her mouth to protect her from absolute destruction, while helping her to earn a living, as well.
The driving cock of the bull man behind her had widened her anal tunnel until the penis was riding in and out of her rectum almost with no resistance, slithering in and out that much more rapidly as his seeping colorless oils filled her channel.
She discovered she no longer had control of her body. As she lay there, Reva felt her ankles lift themselves until the soles of her feet were pointed at the ceiling, flailing the air helplessly on either side of her. Her legs twitched spasmodically, loosening her ravaged anal tunnel even more, allowing the anxious sodomist behind her to slam even more smashing blows with his hips against the trembling cheeks of her bottom, driving the last final inch of his lust-inflamed cock far into the center of her savagely plundered rear corridor.
Reva winced with delight at the sudden pleasurable feelings she derived from his driving cock as lust continued shooting through her obsessed loins. She groaned softly, hoping he still had a way to go because all this felt so good and she didn't want him to stop-not yet.
Though totally helpless because of the weight of the man on top of her, Reva was thrilled by the power of the tremendous prick that continually skewered its way deeper into her back tunnel. She lay flat on her belly, her whitely perspiring stomach pressing into the covers while her rounded buttocks rotated against his loins, responding to the dogged thrusts of his powerful cock into her narrow anal vestibule. He was pounding into her with all his strength, fucking her as if she were an animal. Back! Around! Up! Down! Moving faster and faster, she realized her frenzied hips were moving without her willing them to do so. Her body bucked on the bed like that of a snared animal, and her wild motions excited him even more as he pressed all the more firmly against her thrusting ass-cheeks.
"Oh wow!" she gasped, arousing and exciting herself, building thrills in her to that ultimate point of no return. She was going to come, and that was all that mattered.
NOW!
The intensifying pressure, the growing balloon of intimate rapture swollen with the need for release, enlarged one more time like a thin-skinned bubble floating high in the atmosphere of lust as it readied itself to burst, her muscles tensing, preparing to uncoil following her final release.
"AAAIIIIYY YYEEEAA AAAAGGGG GGHHHH HHAANNNN NNGGGGHHHHHH!" she shrieked as the balloon of desire burst inside her, gushing through her like a tapped oil well and all the pain and suffering she had endured for this moment now seemed worth it as she began jerking and twitching spastically, her helpless legs flung out on either side of her as far as possible. Sizzling electric arcs charged through her as her rectal orgasm overpowered her completely. Her body snapped like an uncontrolled bullwhip, convulsing repeatedly with the brutal crush of him on top of her mingling with the explosion of completion as it powered through the center of her being. It reached from her back tunnel to her front tunnel, and her cunt suddenly became flooded with a river of vaginal juices as the climax touched her clitoral nerves, making her feel totally fulfilled.
Armand was aware of the raw, burning liquid spurting from her vagina as it splashed on his bedcovers and washed his knees as well as the fingers he was still digging into her taut pussy. The tight muscles in his buttocks flexed repeatedly as he continually smashed his pounding cock into the narrow rectum of her undulating body. His hands moved higher, reaching under her and pushing between her body and the bed, squeezing her full breasts cruelly. He panted obscenities as he continued savagely slamming into her rear tunnel. His balls pounded against her vagina, hitting her already overwrought clitoris, and though she was still weak from her previous orgasm, another one welled up inside her as the man, like a wounded bear, bellowed, "HHHAAAARR RRRRRRGG GG-GGHHHHHHAAAANNNN NNHNNGGHHHHHH HHAAUUUUWW WWWWAAGG GGHHHH HH-UUUUNNNNGGGG GGHHHHAA AAAARRRR GGGG GGHHHHUUGGGG GGHHHH!" and he unleashed the contents of his balls into her ass.
Ten minutes later, she was dressed and leaving. Though she would never see Armand again, he would see her often. Unknown to her, he had taken videotape movies of everything, and he would add them to a collection he had taken of a few other girls he had enjoyed.