Chapter 12

She was exactly as he had seen her when looking through the almost-transparent curtain. Her firmly upthrust breasts were still covered with white foam, and her wetly matted pubic beard was dark because it was wet, glistening as if something totally alive unto itself. His lust-bloated phallus jerked spasmodically at the sight of the warm sensuality of her tantalizing flesh, and his testicles churned with aching need as he felt he wanted to shoot in spite of his having fucked Gina less than two hours earlier.

Shana's mouth hung open in total surprise. She had been facing away from him for the moment, and had been astonished to hear the sound of the shower curtain being tugged open. She dropped the bar of soap she had been holding and realized she had nothing to cover her nakedness from this man's hungrily lusting eyes.

"Con!" she gasped. "What are you doing here? We're finished! Get out, get out right now!"

The handsome man with whom she had worked for so long felt his hard cock leaping and surging against his pants again as desire and rage mingled in him with unrelenting strength.

"The hell with that!" he snapped, staring obscenely at the sculpted loveliness she was showing him.

There, in front of her, while she stood under the shower, he pulled off his clothing, letting everything fall on the tiled floor. Then he lowered his hand to his lust-stiffened cock, holding it up as if presenting it to her as if it were some kind of gift.

To Shana, it seemed as if every man on earth had suddenly gone berserk. First the attacks by David, now this by Con. What was more, Con Morse was staring at her as if she were some kind of prostitute. The terrifying sight of his massively rigid phallus, one that seemed in its own way as large as that of David Jeffreys, looking like a giant moray eel extended from his groin made the redheaded woman gasp, and she drew back against the far wall in the tub.

"You get out of here," she ordered. "We're finished. I won't work for you anymore."

"I don't want you to work for me," he laughed harshly. "I want you to fuck for me."

The man felt a tremendous surge of pure raw energy taking total control of him. He was the lord and master at this moment. His lips parted in a wide, salacious smile as if he was some barbarian who had triumphed over her. Not that he'd had any thoughts of gentle seduction to begin with, but the urge to rape her was overpowering.

"I know all about you being fucked by that other prick, whoever he is," Con told her. "Well, I'm gonna fuck you, too, and I'll do a much better job than he ever did. I'm gonna fuck you with that sweet little white ass of yours drubbing against the cold tile floor."

Shana knew David hadn't told Con of his relationship with her. How he knew something she didn't understand, but she did know Con had used some other devious means of finding out. His foul, repellent words and their unmistakable meaning caused the frightened woman to gasp in abject terror. Never in her life had she heard such revolting things, and from a man who she had trusted implicitly for so long. At least David had been decent enough to take her to the bed each time. She pressed back into the wall behind her, hoping to become a part of the tile work, trying hard to somehow escape from this leering monster who stood with his dangling penis and testicles like some kind of human bull. He was a pervert, even worse than David. For the moment she was paralyzed with fear.

Reaching out, Con turned off the shower, his eyes never once leaving the nakedly exposed perfection of Shana's tantalizing body. His painfully pulsating cock felt like lead, and his balls felt as if they were filled with molten steel. The pulsating head on the tip of his shuddering penis looked almost as large as the door knob.

"I'm gonna ram this cock of mine so far into your belly, Shana, that you'll feel thrilled and beg me to keep on doing it until you come. You'll realize what a mistake you made in going with some other man instead of me."

"Dear God, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... " Shana screamed in anguish, the terror in her mind reflected through her eyes. "Con, you can't mean it. You can't do this ... Con ... don't ... "

"Shit, I won't!" the man roared, his hand gripping his penis and tugging it back and forth, reveling in the control he had suddenly acquired over this so-called "holy" woman who fucked for others behind his back. "I've had it with you and your fucked-up lies," he told her. "I'm going to turn you into a real woman in every sense of the word. Before I leave here, you'll know you've really been fucked."

Reaching into the shower, the man pulled her out by her arms, tugging her wet warmness against him, his hands exploring the voluptuousness of her tantalizing flesh. His hot mouth sought hers, found it, closed on it, and his tongue flashed searingly into the tantalizing cavern of her mouth. She fought against him, trying to break his brutally pinning grip, but she was too weak against his powerful muscles. Shana felt his heatedly turgid phallus grind like a red-hot branding iron against her smooth, white belly.

First David, now Con. This wasn't really happening to her! It had to be some kind of nightmare.

Con roughly tugged her against him, then all but slammed her to the cold tile floor after sweeping his clothing aside with a movement of his foot. Shana tried raking his flesh with her nails, but the man fell on top of her and had her pinned to the cold floor in such a way she was totally defenseless. The man used the weight of his muscular body to keep her pinned to the floor. Within moments he had both of them stretched out. His mouth pressed itself against her soaking-wet flesh, kissing her neck and her breasts. His mouth found the rising slope of her right breast first, sucking on the pink peak of nipple, taking the tender bud between his teeth, biting, chewing, and sucking it to hardness. Then his hand slipped between their bodies and his fingers wove their way through her damp, curling pubic hair. Finally he found the juncture between her thighs and forced her legs to spread themselves apart. Then, with the palm of one hand resting flatly against the tenderly warm, wet fluted lips of her vaginal slash, he began instantly sliding his hand up and down with tantalizing strokes in her tender little slit. His fingers teased the tight little elastic opening of her soft genital mouth, working lasciviously to bring spontaneous lubricity from within her vaginal walls. His outstretched index finger found the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, and he exulted in the gasping shock that came roaring from her helpless throat the instant the ball of his finger made contact with the nodule. He fingered the nerve-ending repeatedly, at the same time pressing the heatedly throbbing head of his steaming cock firmly against the tantalizing smoothness of her soft belly. He rubbed it back and forth a number of times, wanting to accustom her to the pressure and feel of his cock. Torrid heat swirled in great waves through his shuddering testicles, and he knew, in spite of having fucked Gina not too long ago, he was all set for another go-round, and would come like a shot. He wanted to fuck Shana-now!

The passion-crazed smuggler of arms lifted himself above the lovely red-haired woman, keeping her arms to her sides by encircling them while slipping a knee between her tightly clenched legs. She bitterly resisted his attempt to spread her thighs wider.

"You damn bitch!" he roared. "Spread those thighs so I can get me a really good look at that hot pussy of yours."

There was something in his voice that made Shana realize she would be in danger of her life if she didn't obey. Her thighs slowly fell apart as a tremor of fear wound its way rapidly along her spine, for she had an instinctive feeling this man might indeed kill or maim her if she didn't obey. Slowly, her face flushing with embarrassment, she finally allowed her legs to part.

Con grinned licentiously as he stared at her vagina. God! So rich, so delightfully pink, so moist-and not from water but from her inner juices-the lips like velvet, the red hair like fleece, the erect little clitoris letting him know she was stimulated more than she might care to admit. He was so wildly excited by her he wasn't able to restrain himself any longer. He released one of her arms and grabbed his impatiently throbbing phallus as he lowered himself over her tantalizingly supine form. With an almost animalistic growl the man placed the bloated head at the entrance to Shana's wetly quivering vagina.

Without warning, he shoved his powerful hips forward, a vicious cry of triumph leaping from his lips. He was into Shana Maher-at last.

"Haaaauuuunnnggghhhh!" Shana gasped, momentarily stunned, then alternately thrilled and repelled by what was happening to her. The filling of her vagina by a warm, living phallus was thrilling, but her cunt instantly knew it to be a strange cock, even if she hadn't been able to see the man on top of her was Conally Morse. Because it wasn't David's cock, it didn't feel right in her. Her hips jerked and her ass lifted off the floor, the thickness of the organ expanding as it nailed itself deeper into the clinginess of her cunt.

"Now I'll show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man," he snorted.

The muscular man began plunging his thick pole of solid flesh in and out of her trembling vaginal interior, cramming it with a rough strength until it was all the way in. Then he pulled it all the way back only to ram it all the way into the creaming cauldron all over again. Her cunt seemingly cringed each time he pounded into her, but in he went, again and again and again. Each time he flexed forward, the hairy sac of his testicles slapped resoundingly against her twitching, upturned asscheeks. She ground her hips down into the floor in a desperate attempt to escape, and her legs jerked wide on either side of his convulsing body.

"N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O ... Connnnn ... you're hurtin-nnng meeeeee ... " she cried out loud.

But the man was mindless with the need to finish his possession of Shana. Lust consumed him, because this woman, in all the years he had known her, had been so cold to him in this one respect. He fucked into her repeatedly, relentlessly, plunging the full length of his thick, rampant organ into the suckingly wet, defenseless passage between her thighs. His sperm-bloated testicles grew hotter and hotter with each pounding stroke.

Lying helpless beneath the man's sex-crazed body, her eyes filled with tears as she realized for the first time the difference between fucking with a man she loved and fucking with someone she didn't have emotional feelings for, Shana prayed desperately for this humiliating rape to come to an end. She had hated David for his initial rape of her, but now realized she loved the man. No, she didn't hate Con. She felt absolutely nothing for him. This, her fourth sin was being wiped out, for she felt the loss of hatred.

Shana yearned for escape from this horrible punishment, for this was what the fuck was to her. The only way for it to come to an end would be for Con to attain his satisfaction. Having learned a little from David, she knew the best way to bring this about was to help the man toward his goal.

She began jerking her hips up and down, churning them circularly, tightening and loosening her interior vaginal passage with a muscular action she had never used before. As a result, even though she felt nothing emotionally for Con, her body began responding and feeling good. She was also going to come, but she knew now it wouldn't have the strength of any of the orgasms she'd had with David.

"That's it! That's it!" Con insisted. "Fuck, Shana, fuck!"

Horror stricken, she tried to shut his words out of her mind while striving hard to obey what he was telling her. Her vaginal muscles applied even stronger pressure, squeezing harder and harder.

Con, thinking he had reached Shana at last, felt a surge of elation roar through him as she increased her activity. He was certain this was only the beginning of many fucks to come. In response to her unexpected passion, his body began convulsing wildly as he realized his orgasm was approaching.

"Ggggghhhhh uuuunnnngggghhhh!" he groaned excitedly, "I'm going to come, honey, I'm going to come. Get ready, because I'm going to fill you with my sperm."

Suddenly the man was there. Shana, about to reach her own peak, felt the initial jet of white, pungent semen burst from his madly jerking penile shaft.

"AAAAAYYYYYAAAAA NNNNGGGGHHHH UUUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGG HHHH-AAAARRRRGGGG HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGG HHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH UUUGGGHHH!" Con yelled, shouting and arching his body at the same time as it shuddered in the throes of orgasm. For him, it was one of earthquake proportions. He pumped violently blasting stream after stream of semen into her brutalized vaginal flesh as he continued incoherently moaning and gasping.

Now it was Shana's turn. The orgasm was there, small, barely effective, just managing to be felt, and she realized it had nothing to do with the way Con had fucked. No, in this case it had to do with who was doing the fucking. Had it been David's cock inside her, she would have had a much stronger orgasm. Now Shana knew. Now she understood. She loved David the man and not just the rapist or the neighbor. She wanted more than just sex from him. She wanted to be with him, to live with him, to tend his needs, and to depend on him. For the first time in her life she cared about someone other than Shana Maher.