Chapter 2
Edwin Corey wasn't the only man in the community who realized that Susan Kane's face and figure were not as drab as she attempted to make them appear. Isidore Wessellmann, whose father had been a Nazi in Germany, and whose mother had spirited him to the United States while he was only a boy, also had his eye on Susan.
Izzie, as he was called by those who knew him, ran the local motel. He was short, about five-feet-seven-inches in height, with curling black hair, beady, close-set brown eyes, a needle-thin nose, and a short slash for a mouth which was topped by a skinny, raggedy mustache. He had been brought to the U.S. by his mother because of his brown eyes. He didn't fit the Aryan look Hitler wanted, and the mother was afraid he might be mistaken for a Gypsy.
Nevertheless, he had a lot of his father in him, and when he learned he was descended from a member of the Third Reich, he strutted proudly, looking down on everyone and anyone who wasn't a Nazi, which was to say, just about everyone in America. Because his mother was a maid in the local motel, he was given a job as a desk clerk, and from that worked his way up to manager.
Izzie was a lustful man, and he used his position as manager of the motel to take advantage of as many women as possible. What he wanted, however, was what he was unable to have. He wanted Susan Kane. She, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with him.
Being a resourceful man, Izzie went about learning as much as possible about the local librarian, and discovered religion was her weakness. He would use it to gain his ends.
Izzie went to church the following Sunday, and the Sunday after that, and even the Sunday after that. He made certain to sit in Susan's line of sight without actually approaching her or trying to make conversation. He knew her eyes missed nothing. Behind the glasses she wore were a pair of eyes that took in everything at all times.
Susan noted the rat-faced man the very first week he attended church. The first time she thought it was because of some special event possibly taking place in his family. The second time she was actually astonished, and the third time she even saw him conversing with the reverend, after church. She walked by and listened to him discuss the reverend's sermon with him.
The redheaded woman was probably the most gullible of all women. Gullibility was her one weakness. She began to think the skinny little motel manager might not be too bad, after all. True he was short, but so what. He was also skinny, but that was better than fat.
As Izzie had mentally predicted, Susan made the first move. It was the fourth week in a row that he attended church, and she somehow contrived to leave the church the same time as he. As they walked through the doorway, she dropped her hymn book. Smiling, Izzie stooped and instantly retrieved it.
"Thank you," she said, her voice sounding soft.
"You are most welcome," he replied. "Permit me to introduce myself, dear lady. I am Isidore Wessellmann. I run the motel at the end of town."
"How do you do," Susan nodded. "I am Susan Kane, and I work at the library."
"Wasn't the reverend's sermon inspiring today?" Izzie asked.
"He's always inspiring," Susan replied.
"May I walk you home?" he asked.
"Why thank you," she nodded.
By the time he had walked her to the small house with the picket fence where she had lived all her life, he had managed to get her to agree to a date the following Saturday. Now he was determined to have his way with her, forging ahead swiftly.
Although this wasn't her first date, it was the first time in a long time that Susan consented to go out with a man. She was worried the townspeople might see her and talk, but Izzie took her to a movie in the next village, and afterward, he took her to an out-of-the-way restaurant for dinner.
When dinner was finished, he said, "Would you do me the honor of coming with me to my residence and having tea there instead of having it here?"
His little piggy eyes suddenly opened very wide and looked very innocent, and Susan was immediately taken in by him.
'Thank you very much," she said. "Are you sure it wouldn't be too much trouble."
"No trouble at all," he assured her.
He brought her directly to the motel. As the manager, he had the only suite of rooms available and she was amazed to see how nicely he had furnished it. What she didn't see were the half-dozen men he had hidden in the room next door. It wouldn't be enough for him to ravish her, himself. He had to totally subjugate her by making her surrender her body to all the others.
In the lobby there were always two carafes hot and ready, one with coffee, the other with hot water for tea. After he had led Susan to his sitting room, he had gone and poured two cups of tea, and he had poured a drug into hers. It was the kind of narcotic that would render her totally helpless, and yet she would be conscious, knowing just what was happening to her.
She was wearing a gray dress, though this time she had taken off the foundation garment before going out. As a result she'd had to wear a garter belt.
When Izzie brought the tea, she sat in one chair in the middle of the room, near a small table, and he sat across the room from her. He smiled in anticipation as she lifted the tea to her lips and drank it. He held his breath, wondering if she would notice the slightly bitter taste of the drug he had added, but she didn't.
They talked, and all the while they sipped. Then she put the cup and saucer down on the table next to her, saying, "I feel a little dizzy. Please, I don't think I'll be able to make it to the car. Do you have a sofa where I might rest for awhile?"
"Please," he insisted, "you must use my bed."
He helped her to her feet, and though she didn't want to go into his bedroom, she was too weak to resist when he led her there. She lay down on top of the covers and he brought a chair next to the bed and sat on it. Her dress had ridden up over her thighs as she lay down, and he removed her shoes as he saw the tops of her stockings and the white flesh now visible. He also saw the crotch of her panties, and though there was some sparse red hair on her pubic mount, the thin slit between her puffy labia was also plainly visible.
"Going to wrinkle my dress," she murmured, her mind drifting into a state of euphoria.
Smiling, Izzie turned her unresisting body on its side, undid the back of her dress, and slipped it off her shoulders. Then he tugged it down off her hips, and tossed it onto the nearby chair.
His bulging eyes followed the shapely contours of her rounded hips up over the rising and falling rib cage. She wore a full brassiere, and though it covered her upper abdomen, it also pushed her breasts higher, making them look larger than they were, like full, round spheres above the cups of the harness restraining them. Even though the brassiere was opaque, the material was thin enough for him to see her nipples pressing through.
Izzie's mouth was watering. He was hardly able to restrain himself, aching to get his hands and mouth on her breasts, wanting to bite, suck, twist, and turn the turgid nipples, making them rock-solid with passion. He knew she would object to what he wanted to do, but he also knew she would be unable to resist, and soon he would build the heat in her to enough of a height to make her willingly want what he wanted.
He knew she was a virgin. He had never had a virgin before, and he only hoped she wasn't as passionless as she always outwardly appeared to be. Well, he would find out soon enough.
Susan's head was swimming, but she was able to clearly see what this man was doing. She ought to have been terrified, but there was this sense of calm invading her that prevented her from getting excited. God help her! He was undressing her, and she didn't have the strength or the will to resist. She ought to have at least been ashamed of what was happening, but the relaxed senses within her would not even allow her the decency to blush.
Izzie smiled again. This potion his mother had given him never failed. For even though his father had been a Nazi, his mother had indeed been a Gypsy. She had shown him how to concoct it, and he had used it more than once on different women he had brought to the motel. It always worked, and though they remembered what had taken place, not one of them had had the courage to report him to the police. After all, there were no marks of violence on any of their bodies. If they reported him, he always had witnesses who swore the women willingly accompanied him to his suite at the motel.
He would show this proud, redheaded bitch of a librarian just how wonderful a good cock in her cunt would feel. He was all that was left of the former master race, and she had to be made to understand that when he wanted her body, she was to give it to him without any qualms. Not that she would be willing to go along with him once the drug had worn off, but he had a night planned for her any whore would envy, except that she wasn't going to be paid for it.
Her thighs had fallen apart a little more now, and Izzie was able to make out the red wisp that covered the mound below her belly, even under the white panties she wore. His tongue ran around his lips, staring hungrily at her luscious body, knowing he was going to enjoy her.
The potion he had given her was already at its full effect. She would not be crying out. Except for the fact that her eyes were open, he would have thought she was asleep.
Leaning over her, he removed her glasses. He didn't realize it at the time, but the hair fluffed around her head was another wig. It was securely pinned to her own hair and wouldn't come off. Her breathing was soft, and her breasts rose and fell regularly.
Susan, knowing he was going to take advantage of her, ought to have been terrified, but she was tranquil. She had no idea why she wasn't afraid, but she did know this was all wrong.
"Don't worry," Izzie told her, smiling. "You'll be up and ready for church tomorrow morning."
At the mention of church, Susan began writhing a little. The thought of going there tomorrow with this stain on her conscience was enough to make her inwardly cringe a little in spite of the effects of the drug she had swallowed. She ought to loathe this man. With all the women in this village who were willing, she had no idea why he had picked on her.
He moved almost cat-like around the foot of the bed, not once taking his gaze from her reclining figure as she sprawled there, limply. Somehow she had managed to draw one knee to the side, wanting to cross it over her other knee. Instead it had fallen the other way, and the white, smooth flesh of her inner right thigh stood out in the room's bright lights. The soft red hairs covering the tantalizingly exposed, though still-tightly closed lips of her seething vagina were plainly visible, now to the man's hungrily beady eyes as they adjusted themselves to the loveliness before them.
Izzie began involuntarily sucking in his breath. God! She was far sexier than he had imagined, and he had imagined she was sexy. He had fucked countless women before this one, many in this euphorically drugged state, in this very same bed, but he had to admit he had found himself a prize, this time. All the others had been experienced women, some of them married. But this one, this one was pure and innocent, with so many weird notions of goodness. It was going to be a pleasure to fuck this one.
The thought of helplessly mewling grunts of pleasure seeping from her groaning lips, lips that were so innocent they had never done anything other than sing hymns, goaded his throbbing organ into a rock-hardness it had never known before. He was aware of the blood throbbing painfully into the huge, expanded head of his aching cock. Tiny droplets of viscously thick, colorless seminal oil had already started seeping from the sensitive, swelling glans. It was smearing wetly into his undershorts. Ah, it was no use. He had to relieve the pressure on his cock. He opened his pants and withdrew the penis, easing the pressure a little.
Susan stared at the organ, wanting to be afraid, waiting to feel her heart leap with fright, only to discover she was still totally tranquil and relaxed. She had seen penises before, when her aunt had changed her cousin's diapers, or when a neighbor had taken out a little boy's penis to have him urinate in the street. But Susan had never seen anything this huge, before. For some reason it never occurred to her that a little boys grew up, their penises also grew. The organ at which she was now staring was unbelievable in length and breadth.
Izzie was slowly massaging the heavily thick organ back and forth, squeezing it so the jerking head, already a bright-red, was now brilliantly inflamed. He advanced around the bed toward the proud young bitch of a woman who now lay totally at his mercy, or lack of it.
The drug had done its work quite well, and he now intended to teach this beautiful librarian the joys of fucking him as compared to what she would feel when fucking others. Oh yes, he had it all arranged so that she would be initiated into sex by himself, and then be handled by quite a few others before the evening was over. The rod he now gripped in his hand was the great humbler, and she would indeed learn the meaning of the word before him, rather than before a nonexistent God. Soon now, he was going to ram his cock deep between her wide-open thighs and bury the head far into her virgin belly.
His pants, with the weighty belt buckle, thudded heavily to the floor as he unzipped them and completely exposed the fullness of his long, thick member. It stood out in proud, menacing erection over the helplessly spread-eagled body of Susan, beneath, on the bed. He slowly unbuttoned the soiled shirt he was wearing, soiled with his own perspiration, and tossed it somewhere on the floor. He left his socks on, though he did take his shoes off. Now he was going to fuck her, probably deflower her since he was certain she had never been fucked, before. He would pump her until she had drained every last drop of residue from his body, and then he would turn her over to the others, the ones who paid to get their hands on prime merchandise like this for a night.
He stood for a few moments longer over her totally unmoving body, still stroking the full length of his throbbing cock into a rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white-hot spurts at any moment. Had it been any other woman he might actually have allowed himself an initial orgasm on her body rather than in it. He would have enjoyed seeing her expression as he washed his semen all over her flesh, inundating her belly and then her full breasts. His mind was already lewdly picturing it dribbling down all over her throat, even touching her chin, forming all kinds of white, sticky pools between her breasts.
No! No! That wouldn't be right. He had all those others waiting, and he didn't want them to think he might have ejaculated prematurely. Then they would make fun of him, and if there was one thing Izzie hated, it was to have anyone make fun of him. He wasn't worried about her telling anyone. She was the kind of woman who would kill herself before actually admitting she went through something like this.
But there was one thing more he wanted to try, and the idea was so tantalizing, he knew he was going to do it. The only risk this time was once again, the possibility of a premature ejaculation. Still, he had to see those proud, unpainted lips of hers wrapped around his penis, if only for a moment. He had thought so much about the various things he wanted to do with her, now that he had the opportunity, he wanted to try a little of everything.
Moving to the head of the bed, he pressed his knees into the mattress and turned her head very gently toward his penis. When it was several inches away, he began pushing his hips slowly forward toward her upturned face, pressing the stickily wet underside of the throbbing tip between the small cut formed by her closed lips.
Susan, fully cognizant of what he was doing, thought he was disgusting, and yet she was unable to feel the littlest bit of nausea. Her body was in a state of complete relaxation. She knew what he was going to do, and aside from being powerless to stop it, she was powerless to keep herself from feeling secure. It seemed no matter what he did, she felt completely at ease. It was ridiculous, but nevertheless true.
Izzie placed one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly out until the underside of the heavy cockhead dropped slightly through her stretched lips and rested against her whitely bared teeth, the soft flesh of her pink, puckered lips forming a furrow along its length. He flexed his hips slightly back and forth, feeling several droplets of lubricity ooze from the throbbing slit in his penile tip, lubricating her mouth as it half-surrounded the barrel of his organ. He was well aware of the heated breath from her nostrils running hotly over the tip of his organ as she continued breathing, almost panting.
Susan wondered why she didn't feel inwardly sick. Any other time, and she would have expected to have a mental breakdown because of what was happening. She found herself thinking with amazing clarity, and realized if she didn't break down now, there would be no reason for it to happen later.
Her saliva was pooling in her mouth and she found it all but impossible to swallow. It was filling her mouth and beginning to seep out.
Looking directly down into the red-haired woman's face, Izzie was aware of small rivulets of sputum running out of the corners of her mouth, down her cheeks, dribbling like hot tears onto her throat. Lord! It would really be something to shoot his hot spermatic stream into her softly palpitating throat, seeing the adam's apple bobbing up and down as she gulped the fluid into her. Alas! He would have to leave that to one of the others. Her virginity, the thing she prized most, was what he sought.
Susan shuddered a little when his slimy hands reached around her and undid the eight snaps holding her long-line brassiere. Cool air washed over her body as he removed it and flung it to the floor. Now her breasts, with their rich pink nipples and equally rich pink areolae were totally visible to his eyes. Now, except for her panty-covered cunt, her entire body was exposed. No, not quite. He had left her garter belt and stockings on. It made her look even more arousing. Looking at her helpless nakedness this way had him completely aroused.
Her mouth fell open a little more, and he pushed the tip of his blue-veined member into the oral cavern, gently continuing the slow, sawing motion in and out. He felt her tongue rubbing against part of it and the pressure made him shudder. His other hand moved over her magnificent breasts, tweaking the nipples between his fingers until he felt them mechanically hardening under his caresses.
Though she still felt totally at ease, Susan found she was now able to move her body the littlest bit. She was well aware of the presence of his thick cock in her mouth as she flicked her tongue against the organ repeatedly, as if trying to push it out.
Izzie held still, frightened for the moment that his drug might not have done a thorough job of totally tranquilizing the woman. It didn't make sense, since the drug had always worked perfectly all times before. He pulled back, and his penis fell from between her partly open lips, dribbling down over her chin. She was aware of threads of colorless stickiness trailing on her neck.
"Izzie!" she gasped, mumbling through the thick fog the drug had put her mind in. "Don't do it! Don't do this to me! I have never . . . hurt you. Don't.. . hurt me!"
"Hurt you?" Izzie laughed. "Don't be silly, precious librarian. I am going to give you the thrill of your life. You are going to feel things the like of which you have never felt before. You will learn to love all you will feel. Tonight will be the most momentous night of your life, in more ways than one."
Susan didn't know what to think. She was well aware there was nothing for her to do. Except for the turning of her head and the moving of her lips, she was almost paralyzed, she was so totally relaxed. Even now, knowing what the man was doing to her was wrong, she felt the funniest rapturous sensations shooting through her. She was well aware he had drugged her, but there was no way to fight the drug. She would have to wait until it wore off. She only hoped he would be gentle, since there was no chance of hoping for mercy. Merely thinking about what he intended doing made her blood begin to race in her veins. God would not look unkindly on her for this, because it wasn't her fault. This knowledge made her even more relaxed, for the moment.
The German-born man smiled to himself as he hovered over her. The potion was working, after all. It was still foolproof.
'Think of me as a lover," Izzie told her, chuckling somewhat lasciviously. "You will enjoy it all so much more if you do."
"Wrong!" was all Susan was able to say.
"No, it is not wrong," Izzie told her. "It is right. You think the world is made for celibacy. If that were the case we would all expire. We must screw, we must fuck, for in that way can we hope to procreate."
"Not married!" she moaned.
"Marriage is an invention of man," he laughed. "Sex is nature's idea. Think how lucky you will be if you become pregnant with my child. You will only be one of many women then who will have given birth to one of my bastards."
"God will punish!" she muttered.
"I will worry about it when it happens," he told her, stroking the gigantically throbbing penis very slowly, reaching down and running his other hand over the awakening mounds of her breasts, for even though she was unable to really move, she was distinctly able to feel, and she was most definitely feeling what he was doing to her. Perhaps because the drug relaxed her mind as well as her body, she was unable to fight the feelings, and as a result they made her quiver and shudder with impending sensation.
"You like it!" he laughed. "Don't deny it, Susan. You like what I am doing to you."
"Feels good!" she muttered, always one to admit the truth no matter how much it hurt.
"You will have many good feelings before this night is over," Izzie told her.
Susan stared at him, seeing him as if in a dream, yet knowing she was wide awake and this was really happening to her. Her physical being was becoming more and more alert to the heatedly hungry caresses of his hots hands as they continually stroked her soft, white flesh, turning her into a single unit of burning desire. With no will to resist, she was not only yielding, but allowing herself to feel to the utmost what he wanted her to feel. A series of tiny goose bumps sprang out all over her tender flesh.
She didn't know why, but she wanted more. Her body was aching to be touched, having been robbed of the magic of caresses all these eyars. Evil as the man was, he was making her feel good.
She knew he was going to rape her, and she was wise enough to know the rape was going to hurt. Nevertheless, her body was shrieking for more caresses, wanting to know what physical love felt like, since the body was designed for physical love and had no conscience. Her body didn't know the man touching her was some kind of arch-villain, and her mind was too reposed to even think as much. He was going to merge with her, make love to her, and even though she felt no love for him, she was too much at ease to hate him. He was going to probe inside her with his long fleshy instrument, and perhaps he would quiet the lightning that was flashing deep, deep, deep inside because of the maddening way his fingertips played over her defenseless nakedness.
Mercy was not a quality she expected from Izzie Wassellmann. Still, she hoped he wouldn't tear her apart internally and cause any permanent kind of physical damage. She was too smart to think in terms of what she deserved or didn't deserve. She was trapped by an animal, and she had to hope he had enough decency to keep from harming her. All the while her body continued warming up, responding, even though her mind had no say in it.
Her pink tongue edged out and moistly ran slowly around her lips for the first time, tasting the strange, sticky moisture his penis had deposited there. The odor of his groin wafted through her twitching nostrils, and she breathed the scent deep inside her body. She still felt no disgust. Rather, the aroma did all kinds of strange things to her, the odor and taste of him coursing through her entire quivering being like a sweet soothing balm, adding to the inner tranquility she felt mixed with the anticipation of what was going to happen. Tiny flames of lust were unwittingly being lit in the tantalizing stiffness of her nipples, causing a throbbing in the nerve ends in her body, making her vaginal lips open and close with pulsating rapidity. She was aware of the dewdrops of moisture rising between her widespread, open thighs, soaking her panties even more. She moved her body, unable to stop herself from doing so, grinding her buttocks into the mattress. Her hair-lined pussylips began a slow spasmodic rubbing as they throbbed one against the other.
Izzie was hungry for her and was able to restrain himself no longer. He reached out with his two hands, grabbed the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down over her wriggling hips, sliding them along her thighs, over her knees, down her calves, across her ankles, and off.
"What are you doing to me, Izzie?" she gasped.
"I am going to massage your cunt," he told her matter-of-factly, though there was nothing matter-of-fact about the way he felt. "I'm going to rub your clitoris and tease your pussylips, rubbing you down there until you beg me to fuck you."
She wanted to tell him she would never beg for such a thing, but the sensations charging through her body made her realize there was every possibility she would indeed be begging. God! She had absolutely no control over herself whatsoever. Her mind felt as lost as her body.
Izzie widely grinned, his yellowed teeth showing through his sneering, pulled-back, widely split lips. His greedy eyes continued feasting lasciviously on her uncontrolled, squirming nakedness.
He moved onto the bed, sliding between her lovely white ankles, crouching on all fours above her lovely milk-white body, pushing her unresisting, alabaster thighs widely apart. He crawled hungrily between them, his knees now pressing between her calves and his face panting a few inches above the red-haired V of her wide-open crotch. His hungering mouth continued to water as his eyes looked down at the sensuously rotating pussy, staring expectantly, resting just below his lips. Heavy slaver began oozing and dripping from his wide-open mouth, mingling with the oily juices starting to form in her wide-open slit-the pink slit that began at the base of her belly and trailed down through the roundness of her delightfully white, creamy thighs, stopping at her perineum, on the other side of which her rounded buttocks pressed tightly against the mattress.
Through half-slit eyes, the helpless Susan saw the hungering German-born man crouching lasciviously between the pillars of her wide-open legs. She felt the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing firmly against the tender softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. Her secret treasure was wide open to him and he was going to do with it as he wished. She stared with her breath caught in her throat as he began lowering his head slowly toward her vagina. Was he going to.. . ? My God! What kind of a pig was he? Yet the heat of his breath, washing against her vaginal lips began building seething sensations in the depths of her trembling body, and though her mind was unable to say no, her body was definitely able to say yes.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, jerking as the heat of his wetly sucking lips closed firmly over the soft mound at the base of her trembling belly. His hazy face now completely disappeared from her line of sight as she lay there, sinking into the soft red fleece as he began to plant a series of wet, tickling kisses on her narrow aperture, his experienced, swathing tongue flicking lizard-like at the quivering opening.
Her own hands moved down of their own volition, responding to what he was doing. They slid over her breasts, then ran over the flatness of her smooth belly, moving into the hollows of her thighs and coming to rest on either side of his sucking lips. Her fingers uncontrollably began moving, stroking softly for a moment at her inner thighs, then slowly spreading the hair-lined lips of the soddenly wet furrow wide apart, allowing his hungry mouth and devouring lips total and complete access to the wetness of her secret inner being.
Her elbows were tightly pressing themselves into her ribs and her head was lolling uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as the heatedly searing tongue stabbed out, its soft and tantalizing flicking tip circling the quivering clitoris. His pursed lips sucked, drawing the soft, warm folds of her vaginal lips deep into his mouth, breathing hot air all over the tender flesh. Meanwhile, his tongue flatly continued its straining pressure against the quiveringly pink bud of her sex, making her groan uncontrollably from the depths of her quivering throat.
His hot probing tip worked up and down in her shuddering coral slash, starting at the bottom of her belly and then began pressuring its way down, moving slowly lower, washing over the rubber-rimmed opening of her tightly clasping vaginal dehiscence and then across her perineum, into the crevice between her clamped-together buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a wetly probing homage to the tight, brown throbbing hole. Her wide hips continued to grind uncontrollably into the squeaking bed now, and soft, murmuring animal passions escaped uncontrollably from between her rapture-clenched teeth.
The slavering man worked hungrily, feeling the softness of her wet pubic hairs brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. A feeling of power was inside him. She was reacting more quickly than even he had anticipated. She was one of those hot bitches one reads about but almost never encounters. He was thrilled to have her squirming under his tongue, totally and completely at his oral mercy. She loved it, even though she would never admit it were she not under the influence of the drug. Her groans made his probing tongue lick all the more quickly as the oral organ continued working its way up and down the heated steaminess of her seething crotch. He wanted her begging for it when he was finally ready to ram it into her, and she was almost there. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the drug inside them. She needed satisfaction badly, and she was thrilled to be getting his tongue. Izzie was the only one at that moment who knew this was just the beginning.
He was well aware she was too far gone along the road to physical satisfaction to fight anything he would do to her, and his mind began to form all kinds of weird, erotic pictures, thinking of the various positions he might make her adopt while fucking her.
Inwardly, he began to chuckle obscenely as he felt her hands clawing desperately at his greasy black hair, now actually pressing on his head and pushing his face into the palpitating opening of her seething pussy. He ran his tongue into the tenderly soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it for a moment, and then instantly withdrawing it to tease once again around the ragged pink edges.
He let her force him this time, enjoying the way she was pushing on his head, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole between her squishy labia.
As his lips rounded themselves and covered the clasping viscous opening, he began thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper into her vaginal mouth, bringing a series of uncontrolled, low guttural moans from the beautiful red-haired woman whose soft, warm thighs closed tightly and convulsively around either side of his continually moving head. He was aware of her wet labial flesh slipping moistly around the length of his extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vaginal well began wildly opening and closing in an uncontrolled sucking motion, attempting to pull the oral organ deeper and deeper.
To Izzie, it felt as if the nibbling, hair-lined oral cave was going to tug his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels uncontrollably pushed down against his back, pressing his face even deeper into her flesh trap until he was completely unable to breathe. His nose was rubbing against the tiny clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of her delicious lust juices now abundantly flowing out. His throbbing cock was incited to a stiffness he was no longer able to keep under control. Izzie was determined to fuck the redheaded librarian right now, or else his sperm would be shooting all over the mattress.
Susan's body was totally lost in the fire of the moment. Still wide awake and fully aware of what was happening, she was no less able to prevent it from happening to her. Her mind was totally tranquilized and unable to keep out the good feelings she had charging through her. Nevertheless, she found her involuntary responses causing her physical self to tense and tighten as she dug her heels into the mattress and strained her hips upward toward the maddening oral probe continually flicking between her shuddering thighs. The man was obviously a maniac, yet he was wringing vibrantly thrilling feelings from her shuddering body.
She had starved her body for too long. It had never physically known such feelings, though she had tempted her emotions again and again, every time she read a romantic novel. Now the moving tongue between her thighs was inciting her as never before. Her up-drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head whose mouth and tongue were pressed gluttonously against her fire-scorched feminine duct. The muscular cords in her neck were beginning to strain and stand out as she found her fingers entangling themselves all the more tightly in the man's hair. If she had the physical strength at this point, rather than fight him, she would be tugging his face into her seething cunt.
"Unnnggghhh! Aaaannngggghhh! Onnnnnhhh!" she moaned, feeling her helplessly splayed legs stretching even wider apart. She found that when she did what he wanted her to do, she was able to move her body a little.
Izzie was unable to contain himself at this point. His hands grabbed her long, slender, flailing legs behind her thighs, and he pushed, raising them until they were pressed roughtly back against her shoulders. Now he began slithering up her naked, sweat-drenched torso, grunting and groaning with passion as he moved. His stiffly rigid prick was brushing itself against the wetness of her dripping pubic hair. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locked tightly behind his neck, moving as if of their own free will. Now he was able to look down between their bodies and see her upturned buttocks totally exposed to him.
The expanded narrow vaginal slit was now visibly throbbing its lips in open invitation, the wetly moist furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his knees digging into her thighs. She quivered, knowing her virginity was being sacrificed to an evil, terrible man.
Susan was able to see Izzie hovering directly above her through drug-fogged eyes, realizing her body was feeling a passion far greater than anything she had vicariously felt when reading the romance novels she loved to look through. She was aware of the massivity of the man's fleshy hardness lying across the full length of her pinkly narrow slash. The pulsating head of this throbbing cock rested vibrantly between her widespread thighs, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused Susan's body to uncontrollably twist itself toward it. She realized her body was acting of its own volition, apparently anxious to feel the deflorating organ probing into her, even though her mind knew it was a sin against God. Her aching body moved as if it would either have the cock or die in the attempt.
Tranquil as her brain remained, her body was starting to react again, starting to move with a certain amount of coordination. Her hands reached down almost in panic, seeking beneath the roundly grinding cheeks of her buttocks and finally grasping the full length of the stone-solid member. Her tightly closed fists began softly stroking the organ in tender reverence, and she was aware of the spasmodic throbbing against the softness of her palms as sticky fluid oozed in heavy driblets from the slit in the blood-inflated head.
The penis was now poking in the valley between her buttocks, and with her hand she guided it up her anal crack, not letting it lose contact with her flesh. Finally she felt the throbbing tip poised between the mucous-covered flanges of her coral vagina. Susan held it there with one hand, then placed the palm of her other hand on Izzie's buttocks. She dug her nails into his fleshy cheek, pulling him down and into her, letting her cunt drown the gnawingly hot head that burned out of control.
"Ghkhhaaaannnngggghkhh!" she gasped, feeling the pain for the very first time, and discovering she masochistically wanted to feel even more of it.
The motel manager was widely grinning, his mouth in an obscene leer above her face. He wanted to simply plunder straight in and down, totally impaling the redheaded woman on the full length of his throbbingly aching cock. He wanted to slam all of himself into her, but she was virgin-tight, and he knew it would take time for him to bury his cock all the way into her. It would be a pleasure to see her writhe and scream as he tore her maidenhead from her body. She typified the kind of woman he loved humiliating. She was proud, but innocent, spoiled in her own way by the church that had taken complete control over her, preventing her from normally giving vent to her feelings. If there was any kind of woman who ever needed punishing, this woman was the one. Well, he would be the initial instrument of punishment, fucking her until she was unable to walk. Then he would turn her over to the half dozen who were watching TV in another room, patiently waiting their turn. The nicest thing was, each of them would pay him fifty dollars for the use of her body. Going to church paid off.
He received his greatest satisfaction from the knowledge that her mind would retain everything that happened to her, afterward. Yet there would be nothing she would be able to do about it. When he walked into the library, she might attempt to ignore him and treat him with disdain, but the both of them would know that he had buffed her, but good. If she became pregnant, one way or another, directly or indirectly, he would be responsible for it, because she wouldn't be leaving this motel until the following morning, after having six other deposits of sperm inside her in addition to his own. Yes, this was a thought to fully arouse and excite him, filling her belly with either his child or that of one of the people paying him to fuck her. The lascivious thought caused him to involuntarily flick his hips forward.
"Aaaaarnrgggghhhh!" Susan shrieked, feeling the lips of her taut, virginal vagina being roughly parted. Her elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard, cruel pressure. The pain was tearing, burning, very harsh, and she mechanically resisted since this was something to which her body was totally unused, long, low groans coming from her throat. He -liked that, -liked hearing her hurt.
He shoved again, and she emitted a deeper groan. Izzie wanted to hear her scream for mercy, and that time would fast approach because he was already aware of the pressure of her hymen resisting the tip of his throbbing penis. Oh yes, yes, he wanted to hear the librarian shriek in this soundproofed room of his. He found he was unable to control himself any longer, and he rammed forward with everything he had in his body, tearing her maidenhead to bits as he sank the lust-inflated phallus into her to the hilt.
"Aaaaayyyyaaaa iiiigggghhhh! No-no-no-no-n-o-O-O-O!" she screamed as his balls slapped tightly against her jerking, twitching anus. Her buttocks screwed themselves deep into the mattress in a sudden attempt to try and escape the wickedly cruel impalement. Her slender legs came down over his shoulders, jerking this way and that, then splaying themselves even wider and sliding around his body on either side as she kicked, slashing futilely at the air.
"I-I-I-I-zzzzzieeeee!" she screamed again. "No more . . . no more . . . no more!"
The pain was so overpowering, it broke through the state of tranquility the drug had induced in her. Her impaled form was helplessly pinned to the bed. With each pulsating jerk, the massively bloated head seemed to burrow its way a little deeper into her. The motel manager's outstretched arms reached down and his hands pinned her shoulders tightly to the mattress. His widespread knees held her thighs split far apart. She felt as if her body was being torn right down the middle and that she would be split into two equal parts from the way the massive instrument was plundering its way into her. The fiery, searing, plunging rod felt as if it were coming out of her throat as its blood-filled head pressed solidly into the rear of her vagina. Each time he pressed into her, Susan felt her head roughly slammed back against the pillow beneath her.
Izzie watched her from above with a wide lascivious grin pulling his lips apart. Her face was agonizingly contorted with the pain of that initial stabbing probe. Her lips pulled back from her teeth, pleading with incoherent whimpers. Mewling sounds rose from the depths of her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms flat against the man's hips, doing her best to somehow or other hold back the powerful blunt instrument pressing into her womanly tunnel like some kind of huge stone.
Yes, she had been a virgin, all right, and because her hymen had taken so long to be pierced, it had lost much of its elasticity. As a result, he had caused her far more pain than she would have felt had he plundered her ten years earlier.
Izzie lifted himself up on his arms and knees and looked down again to see his curly black pubic hair tangling with the golden-red ones on her venereal mount. The oozing oils from her cunt had a reddish stain to them, attesting to his having smashed her hymen, but the blood didn't thrill him nearly as much as the sight of his thick length, buried to the base, as far as possible in her trembling body. He was pleased to see the taut, stretched cuntlips swollen almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer pinkness of her ribbon of labia minora clasping tightly around the dark-skinned base of his phallus.
He held her there firmly for a moment, savoring the delicious spectacle of this proud bitch helplessly impaled beneath him, with his monstrous rod buried to its limit in the narrowness of her white little belly. He wished the whole world were able to see her now, especially the reverend at her church, spread-eagled this way beneath an atheist as his continued plunging made her scream and yell. He was going to fuck into her in a way she would never forget as long as she lived.
Susan squirmed helplessly beneath the evil-smiling Izzie. She was aware of the heated, searing pain of his sudden, blunt entry tearing cruelly at her anguished insides. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in an attempt to ward off the huge invading cudgel, but once again the drug was taking hold, forcing her body to return to the tranquil state it had assumed prior to the violation of her vagina. Every part of her other than her cunt relaxed, and her inner channel throbs seemingly incited his cock to dig deeper and deeper into her, moving through the tightness of her squeezing pussy as the walls of her cringing cunt clasped tightly around the cock like a clinging glove. She felt its every fleshy ridge as her inner nerve ends transmitted its monstrous shape to her in minute detail. Because her mind was once again relaxing, she was able to "feel" her way around the length and breadth of the organ.
Her brain, though relaxed, was able to think clearly. There was something alive inside her. She was aware of the hard, rubbery point pressing into the deepest part of her vagina, her thin folds of membranous flesh moving along its length, the tickling hairs of his dangling testicles reaching into the crevice between her buttocks as if trying to become part of her. She was one with the delving organ, and in spite of her pain her tongue began a wild licking at the wetness of her lips. He had smeared them well with his lubrication, and her nostrils flared once again, still drawing the pungency of the aroma he had left there deep into her olfactory senses, mingling it in a strange marriage with the feeling of the throbbing cock lodged in the depths of her cringing belly.
Everything seemed to roll together inside her, merging into one great big fiery ball of hunger, lusting for even more in spite of the pain she felt. Now Izzie began flexing his member rapidly inside her, not moving his body, but keeping the full length of his throbbing cock buried in her. Her cunt contracted involuntarily as more lascivious thoughts raced through her mind. She realized this was what happened to a woman after the chapter ended in those romance books where her bared breasts were caressed.
"Uh!" she grunted softly through slightly bared teeth, feeling a mingling of pleasure and pain, all at once.
He waited a moment, then flexed again, watching her lovely face as it contorted below him. Her mouth was hanging limply open while her eyelids were tightly clamped shut.
"Ooooonnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped, holding her breath as the expanded phallus swelled even more, stretching the narrow passage of her vagina even farther open.
Izzie flexed again, this time setting a slow, teasing rhythm to his pulsating throbs. He watched the white-skinned woman's nostrils begin a slow, hesitant flaring in time to the rhythmic beat he was setting. Soft mewling sounds of delighted pleasure continued issuing from her openly gasping mouth in time to the way his cock throbbed inside her vagina.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh . . . Godddd help me . . .I.. . uhhhhh . . . like it!" she gasped, shuddering.
Izzie was suddenly aware the walls of her vagina were starting to respond to his throbs by throbbing back, squeezing the full head of his pulsating penis. The wetly clasping flesh within began a soft opening and closing around the length of his pulsating member.
He did not move for the moment, but rather continued the slow, continuous rhythmic throbs into the skewered, red-haired woman lying beneath him. He was barely able to contain himself as her grunts of pleasure continued resounding through the otherwise silent room. Her head was lolling-from side to side on the pillow beneath, and her rounded, womanly hips began a slow, involuntary dancing beneath the pressure of his solidly impaling rod. He clamped his teeth firmly and solidly together as he became aware of her hungrily nibbling crotch screwing itself all the more tightly against his shuddering body.
Susan's body was coming vibrantly to life, now. Though the drug she had taken prevented her from being afraid and having anticipatory sensations, it enhanced the enjoyment she was feeling, and as a result she was physically able to respond to the thrills within her, even though she had been incapable of feeling fear, earlier.
Whatever pain she had felt was now receding, slowly beginning to dissipate, giving way to a maddening electric tingle that began somewhere deep inside her trembling womb and then seeped relentlessly through the tingling nerves of her inner flesh. Sensation after sensation rippled through her seething vagina and oozed from her red-fleeced lips, fanning like strings of seething fire across the creamy whiteness of her tremblingly solid thighs. The sensations traveled along the full length of her widely splayed legs and circled around inside her trembling toes, curling them against the bottoms of her feet. Thrills worked their way up from her tautly contracting belly, charging through her aching rib cage, reaching into the tips of her pinkly palpitating nipples. Both breast buds peaked into hard, tiny capsules, sensitive even to the touch of the air about her. Thin rivulets of perspiration rolled down the sides of her full, pulsating mounds of breast flesh, wetting the mattress beneath her.
The lovely redhead rotated her hips from side to side around the thickness of the heavily fleshy, impaling member, her narrow vagina dilating in time to the constantly rhythmic thrills she was feeling. To her, it was as if there were some kind of heart embedded in the palpitating head of the cock whose heat against her inner passage was fast becoming a part of her being. She was one with the driving organ. It didn't matter that it was attached to a man her mind accepted as the vilest, most contemptible of human beings. All that counted was the fact that the penis was continually probing more and more deeply into her, delving back and forth in her taut feminine chamber, building sensations far greater than anything she had ever imagined when reading all those romance novels.
Izzie was barely able to contain his inner glee as he felt her smooth body moving, her hairy pelvis slamming against his own groin as he buried his rock-stiff cock inside her again and again. Tiny contracting muscles deep inside her tender pussy were beginning to hungrily nibble at the swollenly inflated head. The seethingly dilated cuntlips between her hair-surrounded coral opening continued to tantalizingly suck away, sliding moistly down the length of the pulsating rod for several inches, then slowly nibbling their way back up for several inches, buffeting her soft down solidly against the scratchiness of his pubic hair. Again and again he embedded the full length of himself deep into the warmth of her slender white tummy. At one point he remained totally immobile, keeping his body perfectly still above her with his hands on either side of her rounded shoulders, his knees digging firmly into the mattress. He allowed her quivering body to pump up and down at will on his rigid piston as they remained tightly fused together.
He looked down, staring at the slow withdrawal of his cock from her vagina, pulling thin, soft ridges of her pink flesh out each time she screwed her ass-cheeks down into the mattress. Then there was the delectable sight of the entry-pushing the soft, trembling folds all the way back into her as the moist, shiny length was swallowed whole back into the salacious opening. He enjoyed the way she strained against him, watching the way she now moved with utter abandon. The physical paralysis had totally worn off, but even now her mind was unable to accept anything other than pleasure and tranquility. There was a half-crazed smile widening her beautiful lips.
Susan's motions became faster and faster with every passing second, the tempo of her thrusts slamming against him becoming more and more urgent, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip. She was straining to reach her satisfaction, and the juices of her squeezing, milking vagina were beginning to flow so that he heard the wet, sucking sound of the in-and-out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust her body sharply along the length of his cock, burying the full length of it deep inside her. Her back arched a foot off the bed, her feet flatly digging into the mattress on either side of his body as he pressed himself all the more urgently into her. She was bucking wildly now, and he knew she was going to come before he would.
"AAAAII IIIIEEEEE . . . YYYYAAAAIIII . . . GGGGHHHH . . . AAAAAANN NNGGGG-HHHHAAAAIIII . . . GGGGHHHH . . . EEEE-YYYYIIIIAAAA . . . GGGGHHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, gasping with a deep-throated groan, her body beginning to vibrate and quiver uncontrollably. Wet, colorless lubrication oozed from the throbbing passage, drowning his thrusting, impaling member with its sticky warmth, trickling down the crevices of her white, globular buttocks, also running over his balls as they pressed solidly against the tiny brown pucker of her anus.
The fucking Izzie went berserk at that point as the lovely librarian grunted out the last of her inner juices against his matted pelvis. Her body continued to jerk and twitch spasmodically against him. He reached back, grabbing her two ankles, and he began pushing them forward, ramming her knees brutally over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball, completely helpless beneath him. Her knees were pushed back and digging into the pillow beneath her head, the wide-split pinkness into which his cock was buried completely open to his desire.
He began withdrawing the deeply embedded instrument until only the very tip of his glans rested between her vulva. Then he slammed forward with all his stored-up strength. Damn it all! This fucking was designed to please him rather than her. Most of the other women he fucked also came, and he realized it was because of the drug he had given them. Well, the bitch had enjoyed herself, and now it was his turn. The full, throbbing, pulsating length of his incited cock sank cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina. He listened with thrilled pleasure at the wetly flat smacking as his stomach thudded itself against hers, the sweat on both their skins making the sound of a whip cracking in the room.
His body now dropped down heavily against that of Susan's, pressing her thighs into her breasts, and mashing them against her chest. He locked his drooling mouth solidly against her sweet pink lips, thrusting his wetly dripping tongue into the depths of her throat, stifling the low animal grunts beginning to form there. His shoulders now pressed against the full backs of her thighs, keeping her locked in that helpless position as he continued pounding into her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the white, full cheeks of her buttocks, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the warm, soft flesh, pulling the white, rounded cheeks far apart.
He began long, vibrant strokes into the tightly streaming passage that was sodden and slippery with the fluids of her climax, withdrawing the head once again until only the tip was inside her, and then thrusting forward hard with his driving hips, until his swollen testicles were screwing tightly against the wide-split crack between her asscheeks.
Susan continued moaning and groaning, totally helpless in this position as her exposed vagina was plundered again and again. He was driving into her so hard, her head was slamming back against the headboard of the bed, and though she tried resisting, even if she didn't have the tranquilizer in her system, her position made it impossible for her to fight back. She felt the giant head sliding up and down inside her warmly wet, viscous passage like a feathered piston moving in and out. The hot slap of his soft, hair-covered testicles against her perineum as he continually jerked forward made her quiver. Each time he pulled back she felt a cool rush of air shoot into her.
Her interior began to flare and the resisting lips of her hair-lined furrow began to flower open to receive the thrilling rape of her tender genitalia. Her own hands now forced themselves from beneath her body, reaching forward and snaking around his back. He was driving into her so solidly, she was aware she was on the verge of yet another orgasm. Her nails began clawing red streaks down his back to his buttocks as she pulled him deep into her fleece-lined, sucking tunnel, having him slam hard against her each time he skewered into her.
Susan's mouth sucked voraciously on the evil man's thrusting tongue. Greedily she swallowed the saliva he poured into her throat as her body began matching the rhythmic drives of his cock with movements of her own.
Then Izzie was there, firing uncontrollably, unable to scream out his passion as her teeth sank into his tongue. As she felt the white seed spurt into her, Susan peaked again. It was too much for her, and as she slowly rode down from the crest of her orgasm, she passed out, unaware of when Izzie finally pulled out of her.