Chapter 3
Shana realized the man was letting her know, in his own way, that he was capable of falling in love with her. God! She had no desire to spend the rest of her life being welded to this man every night. Still, she had to make him think she would consider it.
"We have to discuss this with clear heads," she insisted. "Sex can only block our thinking."
"You're right," he agreed. "So let's get the sex out of the way."
"No!" she gasped.
"I've waited so long, so very long," he insisted, muttering wetly into her shell-shaped ear as his hand moved insistently between her tantalizing thighs again, his palm covering the moist area of her cunt as his finger rummaged in and out of the sloshy center. She was tight, but wet, letting him know how capable she was of being aroused.
"Get off me ... get off me ..." she helplessly moaned, struggling and kicking and fighting, trying hard to shove him away.
The frightened redheaded Irish-descended woman didn't feel anything other than pain. What was more, she had no desire to feel pleasure inducements from this particular man, even though he was handsome enough. Damn him! He had tricked her, moving into the apartment below hers, pretending to be her friend, taking her shopping when there was no one else around, coming into her home to carry her bundles, and obviously planting his little "bugs" in order to pick up everything she said to Con. Why he probably even had a bug in her telephone.
Shana had never envisioned herself with a man, though from time to time she had seen herself relaxing romantically, her brow being stroked by some lover who would be content to lavish affection on her without wanting to get physical. Now all such dreams were about to be cruelly shattered. She had laughed at him from within, noting the way he doted on her, aware that he was trying to "reach" her, even now, much as he had tried earlier. But he was a man, and men wanted only one thing. All men were cruel and vicious. Her mother had warned her as much when she had been a little girl. Women were merely receptacles to be used for the pleasure of men. Had it been up to Shana's mother, neither she nor her sister would have been born. Her mother had hated the touch of any and every man.
David had been more polite than most males, and had never made a direct advance before, obviously waiting, just waiting. Now his waiting was about to pay off.
"You're a horrible person," she finally sighed. "You're no better than any of the other animals."
Her hazel eyes were filled to the brim with burning tears, and her brilliant red hair was now mussed and tangled because of the way her head rubbed itself on the pillow, beneath. The cover had come off the pillow.
David stared down at her and had to admit she was an absolutely beautiful woman-but a woman with no conscience and no scruples save what was good for Shana Maher. He would have to watch her very carefully. He had been weak for a moment, offering her the proposition of joining him in his work, and he had seen how she had accepted, expecting him to get off her so the two of them would be able to discuss it. But when he had shown no eagerness to comply with her desires, she had reverted to type again. Her last words had inflamed him even more.
He knew now, in only a matter of moments he was going to possess her-this lovely creature who had kept so many men dangling for so long. Let her scream her head off. He didn't give a damn. He was going to fuck her in spite of her protests. There was no way he was going to be put off any longer. The pulsating of his stone-rigid phallus told him as much, and he tightly gritted his teeth, letting his body press all the more firmly against hers so that his cock rubbed her thigh again.
"You're quite a bitch, Shana!" he snapped at her. "I would have made things nice and easy for you if you had been more compliant. But it's obvious you want it the hard way. Well that's the way you're gonna get it."
"No ... wait ... tonight ... when it's dark ... I'll do anything you want ... anything you say ... please ..."
"Sure, like you'd do anything so many other men wanted if they waited long enough, only they found that by waiting, you managed to get away somehow. You're not going to tease me the way you teased all those others. I have no intention of taking my lust for you out on the hapless body of some other willing female. That wouldn't be right anymore, Shana. You're the reason for my erection, and this time you're the one who'll have to make the swelling go down, and you'll have to do it the right way."
The helpless captive female smuggler turned her lovely face away, feeling the burning tears sliding down her cheeks, her face flushed a bright red as she clamped her eyes tightly shut. There was no getting away from it this time. He was going to do it no matter how hard she fought, no matter what she said. He was being intractable, unyielding, and she shuddered.
Some of the fight was suddenly knocked out of her with the realization that no matter how hard she struggled, this time she wasn't going to get away. This time she was trapped, totally helpless.
One of his hands was freely roaming her white body, touching her here and there, getting her more aroused than she wanted to admit. His other hand, the one between her thighs, was the hand really working on her, massaging her clitoris repeatedly, at first hurting it, then as oil eased some of the friction, making it feel sensations she had never known before. His middle finger was running in and out of her tight little hole, not sinking too deep, afraid of puncturing her hymen, or of causing her acute pain without puncturing it.
She gasped as his finger continued its movement in and out of her seething sump, feeling floods of liquid ooze from within her, feeling ashamed of the fact. Shana writhed helplessly under his touch, moaning softly, doing her best to avoid his fingering, but each time she pulled back, he simply shoved forward that much harder until his finger slipped wetly along the wall of her vaginal cavern, sliding by her hymen without hurting it. Her inner womanly walls, feeling his finger so deep inside her, suddenly came clamping together, all but crushing the digit. He rotated it tantalizingly inside her, causing more and more of the love-juices in her seething pussy to come forth. Shana had never been so wet inside before in her life. She realized her body was merely responding automatically to what the man was doing to her. Because of her hymen, he was unable to rotate the finger, but as long as he kept it pressed against the upper right-side of her vaginal wall, touching nothing, he was able to slither it in and out, in and out. Oils splashed out of her.
David knew what he was doing. He wanted her soddenly wet when he finally probed into her with his thick cock. He had a really thick one, too. In fact, he was much longer and thicker than most, and he knew her virginal cave would growl considerably when it felt itself being helplessly stretched.
Determined to make her interior as wide as possible before plugging his cock into her, the man slowly inserted a second finger into her, feeling around with care, this time letting the second finger go toward the bottom left side of her canal in an attempt to avoid touching her hymen. It was almost impossible to work the second finger into her. She was so tight, so narrow. God! As it was, the redheaded woman was gasping, crying out in agony as he continued his digital intrusion. David didn't for one moment mistake her gasps for ecstasy. He knew she was in pain. Still, he had to stretch her a little more if she was going to handle that massive penis of his.
With his two fingers embedded deep inside her cunt, both managing to avoid touching her hymen, the excited private investigator felt quivering shudders rampantly charging through her quiveringly helpless body. She whimpered and moaned and groaned, clenching her teeth, and thus keeping the sounds muffled.
He slid his fingers in and out with great care, trying hard to avoid touching the delicate membrane inside, also aware of her continual creaming so that she became more and more jellied inside. His fingertips even managed to touch her cervical opening about four inches inside, and she jerked when he rubbed it.
Shana continued writhing and squirming beneath the fingering attack of this man who had done to her what she had done to so many other men: he had bested her. There was little she was able to do against his superior strength. By now, she was well aware no matter how hard she struggled, her plight was hopeless. Yet she would not give up. The weight of his masculine torso pressing against hers, added to the searching of his hands as his fingers probed and dug made her resistance become more and more futile. Her mind was more clearly aware of his strong erection jerking salaciously against the quivering flesh of her exposed thigh.
Suddenly David lifted his body up off hers, sitting back on his naked knees, and Shana opened her eyes. She saw him staring at her, admiring her from top to bottom as she lay with her legs around his, her cunt wide open, the rich pinkness within in plain view.
Her eyes went down to the huge log between his thighs, and she gasped. It looked even longer now than it had felt before. Dear God! How was it possible for any human female to contain such a monster within her timorously quaking, narrow depths? Yet it was obvious hers wouldn't be the first vagina this organ was going to plumb. By the same token, she was certain it wouldn't be the last. She was merely one in a number to be used. The cock stared back at her with its one eye, insolently letting her know of its desire to "see" inside her. He was going to do it ... now!
David's breath was as rapid as that of a hound in heat as she waited in helpless horror for the dreadful attack she was about to undergo at the hands of this lust-crazed man who was all but slavering as he looked at her. It dawned on her that her nakedness had an even more stimulating effect on him than ever before, but the worst part of it was, when she looked at his nakedness, she felt something other than disgust. She felt arousal, arousal she ought not to have felt. By feeling these sensations inside her, she was aware of a sense of thrilling delight that brought her down to his level.
The totally inexperienced woman felt David knee his way closer between her widespread thighs, his exposed, pulsing penis throbbing and ready to plunge directly into her. She gritted her teeth tightly, trying hard to fight back the urge to scream as her wet cuntlips felt the pressure of his oily penile tip. His hand was gripping the base of it to make certain its aim remained true. He was truly massive, and to the terror-stricken redheaded smuggler the end seemed near. She was certain when he tore her hymen out of her, he would also kill her. She would probably bleed to death. That thick head of his would probably tear her vaginal lips to shreds upon entry.
Oh, no! Oh, dear God! There was no way on earth he'll fit it inside me. This is impossible! No! No! No!
But even as these thoughts continued charging through her shuddering mind, she felt the bloated tip slowly but surely making its way ever deeper inside her, straining to widen her narrow inner entrance.
Her openly splayed vagina throbbed with pain as the pulsing head of his gigantic mastodon-like organ continued pressuring harder and harder against the tightly narrow elastic ring of her shuddering vagina. Then, with a single gigantic effort, he threw back his head and with an insane jerk of his shoving hips, he let his loins carry themselves forward in a merciless onslaught into the whimpering woman.
The lust-aching phallus poured into her like a great flood of flesh at high tide, charging uncontrollably forward, bursting and smashing her maidenhead as it sought to block its way, ripping the membrane right out of her. The pounding penis pushed deeper and deeper until his dangling testicles smashed solidly against the roundnesses of her upturned buttocks. He felt her fleshy asscheeks flattening like a nose against a window pane as he squirmed his hips all the more solidly, thrusting that much more virilely into her widespread feminine dehiscence.
God! Ever since he had first seen her, David Jeffreys had wanted her. She was beautiful, she was slender, she was a walking dream come true, and for all she was doing with her smuggling, she was still an unbroken bit of porcelain for she would permit no sins within her while committing all seven deadly sins on the outside.
David's head all but flopped back and forth as he hurled himself down, the palms of his hands digging into her shoulders, gripping them tightly for support as he thrust, then thrust again, and thrust one more time into the nakedly exposed tightness of her teeming vaginal mouth. God! It felt so good to plunder her vulnerability. True, he was using everything as an excuse to fuck her, but the simple truth was, by doing this, he had indeed slammed the pride right out of her.
He drew his hands down her back with a savory deliberateness and gripped her waist tightly for a second, then clasped her hips so that his fingers fitted themselves into the crease between her thighs and her torso, his thumbs reaching outward and around to dig themselves into her tantalizing buttocks. He tugged the molded half-moons solidly against his downward-driving onrush, then held his wildly throbbing penis totally inside her while he rotated his hips and his cock, moving the thick organ around and around in ever-widening circles, stretching the tenderly aching walls of her never-before used vagina. The blood-bloated head pushed deeper and deeper, crushing against the rubbery backwall.
"Ohhhh ... uuuhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... aaaaiiiieeeee ... that huuurrrtttssss ... stop ... stop ... stop ..."Shana begged, her body squirming like a gaffed marlin.
The pain was more than her shudderingly helpless body was able to withstand. Her virginity had been totally rent apart. In spite of all the other sins she had committed, she had never, but never done anything carnal before, keeping her feminine interior sacrosanct. But now she was no longer the pure woman she had previously been, and this animal of a man was rocking back and forth on top of her like some kind of massive giraffe in heat, fucking into her tender cunt as if it were something that had been used with regularity.
What a vile excuse for a human being he was. How dare he do this terrible thing to her?
She wanted to cry out in desperate agony and hate at the same time, but she felt herself slipping into the pleasant euphoria of a faint as the man's rigidly pulsating wand continued battering all the more powerfully and deeply into her quivering interior. She was certain the bedspread below her was drenched with her red blood.
David lowered his eyes, lifting his body, watching the full length of his wetly pulsating penis glisten with her secretions from crown to balls as he continued plunging it repeatedly into the narrow tightness of her womanly oscitancy. The littlest tinge of pink told him she had bled just a bit, but the bleeding had already stopped in spite of his continuing friction. He stared at the gleaming edges of her tantalizing pussy-flesh, all pink and scalloped each time his cock drew back. The organ then rammed forward, and it looked as if he: agonized cunt was a mouth that was swallowing his cock whole. His eyes opened wider at the salaciously delightful sight. God! She had one tight pussy down there, and it was as luscious to look at as it was to feel around his thrusting penis. He established a regular rhythmic thrusting and withdrawal, in and out, in an*. out, filling her with all of himself, and enjoying it immensely.
David was panting all the more heavily now, and his head rolled from side to side while rivulets of perspiration ran into his eyes, making them sting This only roused him that much more, and he surged his cock all the more deeply into her, thrusting harder and harder, making her slide up on the bed a little with each driving lunge until her head was hitting the headboard. She moaned with pain at every lunge. The punishing instrument in her seething chamber seemed to enlarge even more now, becoming thicker and thicker until great floods trembled at the dam. He tensed his buttocks, scratching his nails along the skin of her back, while with every forward surge he shuddered from his heels to his maddeningly thwacking testicles as they beat against her tender perineum.
There was no holding David back, now. He had to empty his sperm into this woman, perhaps cleansing her of some of the other sins she had committed in the process. Yes, he felt her writhing under him, moaning in her immobility, her thrashing movements inciting him to pound even more strongly into the narrowness of her seething recess, right into the depths of her squirming belly. The man groaned in delightful agony until he felt he was no longer going to be able to withstand it.
Shana was completely helpless, but in her helplessness she felt something else building inside her. God! She was starting to feel it! This was something Gina, her girl-friend had mentioned to her some time earlier. This feeling of delectability, something she would never have believed in a million years to really exist, was building in the seething center of her. She was on the verge of something new, different, exquisite, incomprehensible, because her mother had at no time prepared Shana for this. The sensation continued building higher and higher, and Shana, totally out of control, found herself responding to David's thrusts. Her hips lifted each time he nailed his hard cock into her, and her cunt literally sucked on his penis, pulling strongly at it as she felt the overwhelming thrill build rapidly inside her. She would never have believed such feelings-didn't, in fact, when Gina had mentioned them. Higher, higher, higher, and suddenly she was in an entirely different world.
"GGGGHHHAAA YYYAAAIII YYYYEEEEAAA GGGHHHHAAAA NNNGGGHHH!" she shrieked, her body bouncing madly up and down, up and down, up and down, tugging his cock even more deeply into her as the orgasm literally swamped her.
At this point David was unable to keep himself under control. He groaned in agonized glory until he was no longer able to stand it. He quaked, quivered, and tensed, his body arching in a long curve as the blazing forest fire flashed through him and hot, white semen broke loose and rushed into Shana's body in boiling profusion, the rock-like shaft of his penis jerking and quivering as it emptied itself again and again.
"AAAHHHHUUUNNNGGG HHHAAARRR-GGGG HHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" he bellowed, and realized as he squirted into her this was the best orgasm he had ever had, and if it was an indication of things to come, he would enjoy Shana a lot longer than he had initially stated.