Chapter 4
For a man who had enjoyed sex only once in the broom closet of Jackson Rehabilitation Center with a nurse of sadistic temperament, the lushly soft folds and swells of the doctor's wife's nudity was a glimpse of heaven. Slowly his lips dropped to the golden hair of her vagina, and spreading the soft curls with his thumbs, he flicked his tongue snake-like into the moist flowering slit of her cunt.
The unexpected electrifying contact of his tongue against the quivering bud of her clitoris made her sway from the shock like a drunkard, and she heaved a deep sigh of frightened longing as compliantly her legs spread wider to allow John wider access to her womanhood as his hands eased her knees wider . . . wider . . . wider.
"NO!" she screamed, but before she could rise up from her compromising position, John leapt forward and caught her legs as she tried to kick them closed. She could feel his hot sweating palms clamping open the soft insides of her thighs, pushing them further apart. In terror and humiliation she tried to close her legs, but every move seemed to make the situation worse until the boy-man was kneeling between her ankles on the floor with an iron-like grip on her trembling loins. She could see his blue eyes smiling up at her triumphantly through the valley between her proud, upstanding breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim. The throbbing pink flesh of her naked vaginal lips was offered up like a hairy sacrifice below his grinning face. Paralyzed by numbing guilt and fear, Rita lay motionless as she watched his tongue licking his lips, his nostrils flaring from the womanly scent of her secret genitals!
A hand rose to her mouth to stifle a scream as she felt the flat palms of his hands moving upward on the smooth flesh inside her quivering thighs until his thumbs rested on the moist soft lips of her cunt. Then he slowly spread them open until Rita could feel the cool air brushing against the sensitive flesh between her legs. He stared hungrily at the delicious, rose-hued flesh within the golden-haired fleece, then slowly John lowered his head in a reverent gesture.
"No.. . no! Please! Don't do that!" she moaned as his hot moist lips closed over the soft bowl of her belly. His dimpled face disappeared from view into the soft curling pubic fleece as he placed wet, sucking kisses there, his tongue flicking teasingly at the sensitive opening. "Please . . . don't," she begged. "No one has ever done that to me . . . not even my husband!"
Her protests were too complicated for John. She moaned in shame then, as he breathed against her in hot jets of air that grazed her tingling vaginal flesh; suddenly he buried the whole length of his long slippery tongue lizard-like into the warm throbbing passage of her pussy. Her body responded involuntarily, a groan escaping from deep in her chest as she ground her buttocks down to the bed trying to get away from his maddening assault on her secret genitals.
"Ooooooh nooooo!" she whined softly under the teasing attack of his tongue up between her open thighs. She moaned and twisted as his lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds deep into the moist cavern of her mouth, the tongue maddeningly flicking at the straining pink bud of her quivering clitoris. Lord, she'd been a fool for tempting him and now she was suffering the consequences. Mentally suffering, that is, reasoned Rita in a burst of understanding. Her body was on fire!
His searing tongue raced faster up into the tiny tight opening between her long, tanned, widespread legs. Her blonde head was lifted off the sofa back, blonde curls bouncing from the flailing of her head, horror-struck blue eyes watching in agonized disbelief, mind reeling with the idea that this immoral, humiliating act was being performed on her body by a half-wit. Yes, that's what he was. She had tried to befriend him out of compassion and he had misinterpreted her concern. Oh God, this was horrible....
John worked hungrily, feeling the soft moist pubic hair brushing against his cheeks. A feeling of intense power welled inside him, though he couldn't understand why she kept screaming no when her moans and groans were unquestionably those of pleasure. Those groans encouraged him to work his tongue up and down her widespread cunt. He wanted her to cry for it, instead of teasing him the way Nurse Blackson had done-the way she'd made him beg and put him off and put him off until out of blinding desperation he'd shot his cum over her face to dribble off the tip of her hawk nose. That had made him angry and once. . . just once he wanted to have a woman ask him to drive his hungry cock up into her empty belly.
In spite of the revulsion and horror at the obscene things being done to her naked body, Rita felt unwanted jolts of forbidden pleasure begin to tear through her body. She tried to fight the growing arousal that was persuading her to forget her marital vows to be faithful to Max right their on their new sofa and she pulled her arms tensely to her sides while her breasts jiggled slightly from John's abuse of her widespread vagina.
"Noooo . . . please, noooo . . . ! " she sobbed, but her pleas were unconvincing at best, even to herself as she panted, the breath hissing from her lungs like steam. His hands moved up over the smooth flatness of her belly to grasp harshly at her breasts, his fingers pulling at the hardening nipples. Staring up over the quivering white mounds of her breasts, she watched in triumphant delight as her face contorted, scrunching up and twitching like Nurse Blackson's had in the closet that afternoon. It filled him with a sense of dominance.
While Rita listened to the damming wet sucking noises rising from down between her open legs, Rita tried to fight down the steaming desire roiling in her loins. She felt his hands slip back down and under her buttocks, pulling and squeezing the firm flesh of her ass cheeks as his tongue and mouth continued to grind deeper and deeper into her squirming cunt. Almost automatically, she jerked her pelvis upward, easing the man's access to her wet, throbbing crevice. Suddenly, then, he flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the burning opening of her cunt.
"Ooooooh, God, noooo!" she whimpered, wondering if his demented attack on her anus was a reflection of his withered mind. Frantically screwing her buttocks down, away from the tongue that was obscenely ravishing her tiny asshole, his only response was a rasping chuckle and another rapier-like stab into the tight fleshy ring.
Rita's hips ground uncontrollably down into the sofa now, soft mewling sounds of passion bubbling from between her pearly, tightly clenched teeth. Her cheeks were naturally rouged with blood-fed passion, her eyelids twitching in rhythm to the flicking of his orally raping tongue. She realized with fright and shame that, despite the depravity and wrongness of what was happening to her, her body was enjoying this attack. She fought with an iron will against the rising tide of lust that was threatening to devour her mind and overcome all that she had been taught to believe was good and right. But it was an impossible battle as
John Silverman worked ceaselessly at her wet, naked, swollen loins with the ravishment of a hungry beast.
The only sound in the house was the constant ticking of the living room clock, punctuated by the chime of the hour and, after moments of desperate struggle with herself, Rita gave in to desire. What choice had she? She stopped fighting the intense delight he was bringing her, and her lush body began to fade into the shadows of fulfillment that she had been too long denied.
like an unthinking sex-machine, her body jerked spasmodically, rising and thrusting to meet the movements of his tongue as it fucked into her now greedily responding cunt. Her hands drifted down over her throbbing swollen breasts and her smooth flat stomach to entwine into his blonde, tousled curls, pulling his head deeper into the steaming crevice between her legs. Nothing mattered now but the race for completion that was jogging through her veins, making her body feel glowingly warm and more alive than she had known possible.
John sensed the woman's sudden surrender and with ravishing delight, he slid his thick wet tongue deeper and harder into her hot, throbbing vagina, listening gleefully to her deep animalistic groans of passion. Nurse Blackson had groaned too, and he knew instinctively that he was doing the right thing. His hands clamped onto her squirming body, teasing at her breasts and clitoris and ass-hole, spurring her to greater frenzies of erotic excitation as his tongue burrowed rapaciously into her like a tiny hungry animal.
For Rita Henshaw this was the closest she had come to an orgasm. She bucked and groaned beneath the man's mouth and hands, working upward toward the final release. Her heels pressed down against his back, pushing him closer to her, as the tension within her built to almost painful proportions. She felt her fingertips and toes turn numb and then some kind of dam burst inside her, announced by a shrill scream that drowned out the clanging chimes from the Grandfather clock.
"I'm going to cum! Yes, ooooooooh, yessssss . . . I'm cummmmmming!" Jerking and heaving against his sucking mouth, Rita moved in frantic delight as the hot spasms of her orgasm tore through her body.
Finally, she gave one last gasp and collapsed down into the sofa, dropping her legs heavily on either side of John's muscularly kneeling body. Slowly, he pulled his head up from between her widespread thighs and smiled up at her reverently. Not victoriously or cruelly as Max had leered at her, but with a gentle softness that in any other situation would have made her cry.
Still too dazed to think rationally, Rita nodded happily, her sweet face wreathed in a blissful smile. She felt drugged, anesthetized, the burning longing satiated in her loins at last. Then the guilt descended in dark clouds, bringing with it a storm of tears squirting from her blue eyes. Even though the feeling was heavenly, she knew that it was not worth the guilt. If only Max could make her feel this way . . .
"I-I think you'd better go now, John. That was nice, really nice, but we have to put our clothes on now," she said softly, hoping the tone of her voice would placate the disappointment obvious on his face. "My husband-Dr. Henshaw-will be home soon."
The smile faded into insolence, hurt and bitterness. "No . . . nnnooo!" He shook his head violently. "First we f-fuck. I-I'm s-still big!"
Indeed he was still big. The pole of his penis stuck out angry and red from the muscular vee of his groin. He might have been a simpleton, but he would not back down, would not be cheated out of his pleasure.
"No . . . we can't, John," she said firmly. "Or I won't let you come back to my house again."
"No! W-we f-fuck f-first!" Horrified, Rita paled as she watched his muscles ripple as he stepped closer to her. She could smell the sour-sweetness of his perspiration as with one movement, he slipped her down on the sofa supine and climbed atop her. "Y-You put m-my cock in!" he boomed in a voice that did not belong to the gentle man who had just brought her to orgasm.
His nude flesh slipped satinly over her own as he levered over her and began to push against her, painfully pressuring against the tight, almost virginal opening of her vagina.
"Aaaaagghhh!" gasped Rita, as the huge throbbing head forced its paving way into the moist, elastic lips until she felt the tender flesh about to tear from the strain of the lust-inflated tip of his cock.
"Oooooooh, please, stop . . . you're hurting me!" she wailed. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his body, kicking futilely into the air to escape the cruel impalement. She looked pleadingly up into his dimpled face, but the boyish softness was wiped clean, mannish lust and frustration his new mask.
Slowly, he forced his massive rod into her resisting hole, filling her with his sausage-like penis inch by inch. Then, when his hard, thick cock was only partially inside her, he rammed forward with all the strength in his thighs and buttocks, sinking his huge shaft all the way up to the hilt. It slammed into her cunt, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her velvety cuntal walls before it until his balls smacked punishingly against the tightly clenched buttocks of her naked ass.
Beneath him, Rita writhed and groaned, screwing her buttocks back into the sofa to find some relief from the painful attack. But with each jerk, the fiery penis seemed to stab even deeper into her ravaged hole until it felt as though it was coming out her throat as its bloated head pressed hard against her cervix. Her face was contorted with the pain of that first cruel lunge and pleading incoherent whimpers rose from deep in her chest. He glanced down between their joined bodies and could see his blonde, curly pubic hairs tangled with her golden ones, the gleaming base of his thick cock buried between the pink, moist lips of her wide-stretched vagina.
Rita struggled helplessly against the pain of his sudden blunt entry. Though she desperately tried to squeeze it out by flexing the muscles of her vagina, each throb seemed only to excite him more and he rammed even further up inside her aching passageway. She could feel his hot, leathery balls brushing against her clitoris between her widespread thighs, as it lay sunk deep inside her. There was not one ridge or vein on that bludgeoning hunk of male flesh that she could not feel as her cunt walls clasped around it as if giving it a tight and welcome hug. Far up in her belly, the hard rubbery tip seemed to throb against her cervix like a second heart in her body. The gentle pulsing of his thick penis within her sent tiny jolts of bittersweet pleasure-pain racing through her trembling body and she moaned a soft sigh beneath him.
Suddenly her body quivered and jerked as John flexed his bloated penis, driving it another torturous half inch into her shredded vagina. That brought a groan of real pain from Rita's parted lips, and frantically she struggled to escape the painful skewering. Her frantic movements startled him and he shot his hands upward to pin her shoulders tightly to the mattress.
Again he throbbed the stiffness of his male meat in the hot, velvety depths of her tight narrow hold, stretching her vaginal walls further apart. Slowly, her stretching her vaginal walls further apart. Slowly, h the massive sausage tunneling up into her sacred genitals.
"Oooooohhh," she managed breathlessly, as the slow-witted inmate set a rhythmic pattern to his grunting movements. Rita's pain contorted face slowly relaxed and John could feel hesitant answering throbs around the head of his deeply burrowing penis. With slow movements, he ground into her, watching as her nostrils began to flare slightly with passion and soft grunts of pleasure began to fill the living room. The sofa's springs squeaked quietly as Rita's slender hips began a slow rocking motion beneath John's domineering maleness.
Could it be that she, Rita Henshaw, wife of a doctor, could be experiencing sensual pleasure under the grunting, animalish ministrations of a simple-minded man? How could she separate lust from love in the bat of an eyelash, she wondered for that brief second of reality marked by the chime of the Grandfather clock. But there was little time for soul searching. A deep thrilling tingle rose from deep in her womb and seemed to be saturating her body with an urgent need to demand more punishment from the heavy, blood-fed bludgeon burrowing into her belly. Her flesh seemed alive with dancing tongues of fire and the burning warmth centered in her loins, making her cunt involuntarily dilate and twitch around his sausage-like penis that banged so thunderously against per spongy, sensitive cervix, that her blonde head banged against the sofa arm in a staccato rhythm. More . . . Rita wanted more.
Instinctively, she drove her buttocks upward, grinding into his pelvis, but he stayed immobile above her, his weight pressing her back down into the sofa. Frustration and fiery need gained control of her senses. Blankly, she stared up into his grinning face.
"P-please, do something," she gasped, looking up into his eyes where a lewd grin of delight sparkled reflectively.
This one was not going to be teased, a lesson taught by sadistic Nurse Blackson. "W-what'sa matter?" he tormented. Sweat trickled down his face as he fought to control his own urging. He wanted to prove to this woman that he was no idiot, that he was a man capable of doing a job. And fucking this beautiful, blonde -haired baby was one such job. After she begged for it, he would screw her silly.
"Please . . . just do it . . . to me."
"H-huh?"
"F-fuck me!" wailed in a high, screeching voice. Oh God, why had she said that? Rita's pearly teeth bit down on her pouting lower lip in red-faced shame. There would be no escaping the reality that she had wanted this as badly as did John-and she would never be able to face Max again.
With a low growl, John grabbed her shoulders and dug his fingers painfully into their softness. As he roughly shook her trembling body, a tide of power overcame him, a tide so strong it brought a wail from Rita's parted lips.
Guilt and helplessness melted Rita's last defenses and in an urgent pleading, her pelvis rose to meet his thrusting hips. Right and wrong no longer existed. All that mattered was that she wanted him now, wanted his lust-hardened cock to turn her insides to pudding. Now he levered himself up to a push-up position and slowly withdrew his deeply-imbedded cock until only the bloated mushroom-like head rested within the moist, glistening outer lips of her tender pussy. His flash of temperament was quickly forgotten as he felt the intoxicating friction of his hard, rubbery cock against the satiny, tight cuntal walls, and a new wave of red-hot lust sizzled in John's veins.
Gathering up all his adrenalin-powered strength, he rammed forward into her silken cunt again, the broad head of his cock pushing the compliant flesh before it like buttered velvet, until the entire length was buried once more at the cushiony end of her cervix. This time there were no cries for protests, only the throaty animal sound of a lustful woman reaching for pleasure. Then John cried with pleasure too, for Rita's trembling hands snaked up around his body to clasp his buttocks, pulling at his tightly-clenched muscles to draw him even deeper into her aching belly. Confident now, he began hammering in and out of her with bulldozing power-backing up into reverse and ramming forward again in heavy, thundering movements worked precisely as the ticking Grandfather clock in the hallway. The sofa shook beneath them as Rita rose to meet each of his slamming thrusts, unconsciously working her buttocks higher and higher to get more of his cock inside her belly.
John's heavy-lidded eyes filmed over by the force of their sex, his breath coming fast and shallow. She must like me a lot, he thought decisively, or she wouldn't be squirming under him like this. And in a burst of emotion, he grabbed her shoulders to pin her flatter to the bed and restrict her movements until Rita rebelliously strained upward, heaving her abdomen in passion, driving the young man deeper and deeper into her creamy cunt.
Rita sighed in wonder, dipping and revolving her pelvis frantically as she, felt another climax approaching.
Gusts of breath came from John's lungs as trying to slow his pace, he lengthened his strokes to draw his cock almost all the way out before slamming it home again. But Rita couldn't delay the pleasure she had been so long without. Faster and faster she thrust upward, sucking and massaging at this heavenly, powerful staff with strange, secret muscles she never knew she had.
My God, I'm going to cum again, she thought dazedly. Never had she felt so complete, so fulfilled in a man's arms. The gigantic, throbbing rod tunneling up into her cunt had taught her a lesson: Her body was meant to give pleasure and to receive pleasure. Her cries echoed that desire:
"Oh, I'm cummmming!" she cried in a voice shrill with the need to give. He screwed into her frantically, and with the depths of each lunge she screamed as her cum juices flowed out around his driving cock, spilling down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks and flooding his testicles and the hairy base of his cock as he drubbed relentlessly into her.
Faster he dug deep, deep inside her. At last he erupted, his hot, thick cum shooting deep into her wide-stretched womb, blending with the boiling juices of her own orgasm. The hot walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Slowly, then, they both relaxed, Rita's legs collapsing limply on the sofa, her body feeling more like warm rubber than human flesh, her heart more of stone than love. Her exhausted and well exercised cuntal muscles gradually unraveled the knots of sublime tension that had tauted them moments before. She could feel his huge penis, slippery from their mingled juices, slip and deflate.
John sniffled a few times, coughed, wiped his nose on the back of his hand and grunted his way into an upright posture beside her. As he rose from off her body, she could feel the stickiness of his thick penis slick with their mingled orgasms rub across her naked belly. The sensation was repulsive, damning. A spasm of horror and shame shook her body as she imagined how they must look, she lying exposed and satiated next to this strange man wiping his genitals clean with his T-shirt. She wanted to die from the shame of it.
Rita couldn't bring herself to speak. She wanted him to be gone, to leave her alone to her misery. What a fool she'd been to expect a friendship from a mentally deficient being such as the one clumsily stepping into his clothes a few feet away from where she lay cringing into the sofa, wanting to disappear from the world.
When he was dressed, John thrust his hands in the jumpsuit pockets and smiled gratuitously down at the woman whose sensual joy he'd shared. His face was alight with pleasure. "Y-you w-want me to c-c-ome back torn-morrow?" he managed brokenly, his voice enthusiastic.
"No . . . I don't think you'd better, John." Rita was sullen, on the verge of tears.
"B-but I th-thought you -liked m-me?" She did not have to turn her head to look into his face to notice the hurt. That doubled Rita's chagrin ten-fold.
"Okay then," she sighed, closing her eyes against his stare. "Come back tomorrow. Now please go."