Chapter 10
She groaned with disgust, but Mike Refizzo, supreme egotist at this moment, riding one of his highs, believed it was a groan of passion. The sound seemed to come from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled total defeat, but Mike Refizzo, hearing, misinterpreted.
"Take it easy, honey," he told her. "We got a lotta time."
He pushed her against the back of the sofa to admire her for a moment, then threw himself on top of her and buried his smelly mouth in the side of her neck, his tongue licking her, moving this way and that, washing under her ear, then poking inside, the tip running around the shell-shaped rim. Ann shivered. The man was a human Godzilla, yet he knew, in his own crude way, various ways of intensifying passion in a woman.
"You're the most gorgeous piece in Cutlow," he told her, referring to the small town in which they lived.
She lay stretched out on the sofa at full length, her thighs tightly clenched together, dreading the moment when he would insist on touching her there ... putting his hand, or worse, into that most private feminine part of her, that secret place heretofore touched only by her husband.
Mike's hand roamed across her flat belly, feeling the firmness of her flesh under her blouse and skirt, then his hand wandered down the outside of her thigh to the hem of said skirt. When his hand wandered back up, it was beneath the skirt, moving to the smooth, warm flesh beneath. Having anticipated the man's roughness, and not in the mood to buy new pantyhose once he tore what she had, Ann hadn't bothered to wear them. She had nylon foot-coverings on beneath her shoes in spite of the briskness of the evening, and so he felt flesh immediately. He moved his fingers higher and higher, running them up the insides of her thighs, moving from left thigh to right and back again. He tugged her skirt up in order to get a better view of what he was touching, and he was able to see the soft, brown, curling hairs on her groin sticking out from the thin crotchband of her white nylon panties. He grinned widely, and using a finger, he shoved it roughly into the crease at the top of her vaginal slit, pressing against the nylon, rubbing up and down in an attempt to feel the nubbin of her clitoris. Finally he found the enshrined little button, and he began wildly rubbing it, creating thrills Ann didn't want to feel. Odd how her husband's touch, for twelve years, had terrified her, but this man, who was like something out of Dante's Inferno, for all his roughness merely aroused her when his finger touched her. What she didn't realize was, having once again become attuned to the arousal her husband had been able to instigate in her, she was now capable of arousal from anything touching one of her hot buttons, and her clitoris was most definitely a hot button.
Ann cringed as he continued rubbing her, not because she hated the touch, but because she hated herself for responding to it. Her mind was still wrestling with principles and rationales, trying to excuse what she was doing. But no matter how she kept telling herself she was doing this for the good of her marriage, to keep it from dissolving, her mind refused to accept that.
"Please ... Mr. Refizzo ... don't...." she begged, moaning as she felt his strong, ox-like hands force her slender white thighs apart. His fingers pulled and tugged at the thin band of nylon protectively covering her defensively cringing vaginal labia.
"Mr. Refizzo," he cackled. "Hey, you remember what you told that Lander kid when he called you Mrs. Corso? You told him that under the circumstances, when you were alone, since you were doin' something so intimate, it oughtta be a good idea if he called you Ann. Well I'm gonna call you Ann, and you'll call me Mike-Mike with the long pike," he roared out loud, laughing at his own joke, and then twisting his hand into the crotchband of her panties, he tugged hard, and she felt them tear as he pulled the material. He yanked the crotchband away, then pulled the rest of the panty from her body. Now her loins were totally naked and defenseless, and she was helpless in the man's clutches.
"No! Oh, my God! No!" she cried out, clamping her thighs tightly together, a hand instictively going to her apex to cover her shame.
"Come on, Annie, open them there legs, you sweet bitch!" he grunted. "I don't wanna get rough with you. I figured to make it easy for you. But you give me a hard time, and I'll give you one."
"Leave me alone," she begged. "For heaven's sake, don't do this. I can't go through with it."
"You want those pictures sent to the local newspaper for the entire town to see?" he asked.
"You wouldn't!" she gasped. "You just can't be that cruel. I never did anything to hurt you. Why are you trying to hurt me?"
"Ain't no one tryin' to hurt you, honey," he replied. "I'm just tryin' to convince you to do what's best f' you. In this case, all I wantcha to do is spread your legs so we can both have a ball."
Defeat mingled with horror, disgust, and fear in the brunette housewife, and she slowly relaxed her slender thighs, allowing the marble-white, curving columns to splay out slightly, revealing the pink foramen, glistening wetly between her loins, a black ring of sparse, delicate, spiderweb-like hair lining that soft femininity. Her inner labia seemed to protrude like flower petals, and peeping out from the hooded protection of frenulum was her clitoris, a miniature phallus that looked perfectly sculpted.
Now the ordeal began for Ann.
She was aware of Mike's thick finger moving against her body, moving as it traced the thin, pink furrow of her softly naked vagina and she squirmed and shuddered with abhorrence at the lascivity of his moving finger. But a moment later she felt arousal and warmth, neither of which she wanted, yet she was unalbe to restrain the feelings as she rubbed her clitoris, causing prurient agitation. She was unable to understand why she was responding to what he was doing as the man insinuated the finger deeper and deeper inside the warmth of her wetly tremulous womanly cavity.
In her helplessness something was happening to her, and she was unable to explain it to herself. She was unaware that a dozen years of abstinence had caused sexual fever to continually mount in her body until she had used a key, in this case Robert Lander, to begin unleashing it. Now it not only rose to the fore instantly, but grew at a geometric progression inside her. Warmth was spreading in her belly in spite of the knowledge that she detested the man touching her. Heightened sensation centered where his finger was touching her, and she was unable to resist it.
Ann moaned with agony, feeling an uncontrolled emotional conflict tumble around inside her. Though she recognized the sensual desire beginning to build in her, she tried fighting it, but it was hopeless. Her nerve-endings were alive with shimmering electric thrills, and shock after shock flashed thorugh the lengths of her thighs, her heels digging into the sofa cushion so that she surged her loins upward to meet the rubbing pressure of his finger in spite of the fact that her mind kept telling her not to respond. She didn't want to feel anything this man did to her, preferring to somehow try and keep her mind and body numb. Why in hell didn't the man simply throw himself on top of her, do it, and get it over with? God!
She writhed her tightly rounded buttocks further into the soft, flattened cushions of the sofa in an attempt to try and escape the tantalizing feeling his worming finger was creating, her moan changing to a helpless whimper and a simpering mewl as his knowledgable fingers roughly taunted the tight, sensitive portal, gently thrusting into it several times, then parting the softly curling pubic hairs to make sudden, electrifying contact with the tiny, throbbing head of her erect clitoris. She was aware of moisture seeping from within her because of unwanted feeling and excitation. Little by little the thrills seeped through every part of her being, and she clenched her teeth tightly in an effort to hold everything back. She" would not succumb to the salacious feelings building inside her.
No! It was wrong! What she had done with Robert Lander had been something necessary, to convince her she wasn't sexually dead. But what she was doing with this man was out-and-out adultery. Worse! She was yielding to blackmail, and in her eyes this was almost as big a sin as prostituting herself. God! She didn't know what to do, how to make the man stop.
Suddenly it dawned on her that she was the total fool. Whatever she had done with Robert was over with, finished. She might have even found a way to enlist his help and get those photos away from Mike Refizzo. Robert was a clever boy for his age. She had no right being here like this. All she was doing was getting herself in deeper and deeper.
She decided she had no intention of letting this vile man continue with this. There had to be some kind of alternate solution. Allowing his grubby hands on her body made her feel leprous. Forcefully she thrust her own hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked, doing her best to push the man away from her.
"No, damn you!" she shouted. Stop it! Damn you to hell, I want out! I don't care what you want. You just get off me."
Her sudden change of attitude and the force of her attack caught the scoutmaster by surprise. Damn her! She was, in effect, telling him that she, and any other housewife in this lousy town, was too good for him. All he was good for were the whores, and he wasn't able to get it up with them. Well fuck that! She was a woman capable of raising an erection in him, and he was going to make her take the swelling down. He caught her two wrists and clamped them together in a steel-fingered grasp. His weight was on top of her, pinning her to the sofa beneath him.
"You damn little bitch!" he muttered out loud, jamming a knee between her thighs, forcing them to remain wide open. At the same time he rammed two fingers into the tight opening of her cunt, running the digits in and out, aware of how unbelievably tight she was for a grown woman. He rubbed a thumb against her clitoris, and as a result of his actions, she became wetter than ever down there, while still struggling against him. Jesus! Those inner walls of hers were like melting butter, and he was hardly able to wait. He wanted to feel what it was like to bury his cock into something this tight and this soft. When he had been able to fuck, and to him it seemed as if that had been ages past, he had always had loose cunts. Not this time. This cunt was tight, wet, oily, and smooth, really smooth.
Staring at her, eye to eye, he licked his lips, and said, "Face it, lady, you're going to be fucked. But I'll tell you right now, it ain't gonna be a rape, 'cause ain't no one gonna say Mike Refizzo didn't slip his cock to a chick that didn't beg for it. When I'm through with you, you're gonna be climbin' the walls and beggin' to be fucked. You be smart, lie back, cooperate, and things'll not only go smoother, but faster, dig?" he snapped, his smile lascivious.
"No! Never!" she shouted at him. "That's one thing I'll never beg you to do."
"You don't know how talented I am, bitch!"
Slowly, without wanting to, Ann stopped struggling only because she was running out of strength. She lay back against the worn sofa cushions, the insanity of her total helplessness, the complete defenselessness of her situation finally imprinting itself on her frantic brain. God! She was trapped! All she would be able to do would be to lie there and allow this monster to do what he wanted with her ... letting his hands roam over her helpless body, taking any and all indecent liberties with her, doing whatever he pleased. Well it was her own fault for coming here in the first place. Soon now, when he was ready, he would fuck her. Yes, fuck was the perfect word, because "making love" was not something of which she believed this man capable. He was going to violate her warm, young body as he blasted his abominable sperm, white as puss, into her unwanting feminine nave. There was no way on earth to stop him, and the worst part of all this was, she was a loser whether or not he succeeded. If he did, she lost because she had come here and all but given herself to him. If he didn't succeed, she would lose because of the photos he still had-two pictures he would give to the local press. Either way, he was certainly going to do his damndest to simply use her, not giving a damn about her feelings.
Tears of humiliation came running down her pretty cheeks. She felt revolted because of her own actions, and a sob caught in her throat as she discovered the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers against her vagina and clitoris continued eliciting uncontrolled sensations that made her unwillingly respond to what he was doing. She was inwardly aroused-more so with every passing second.
His voice was hot and raspy as his sour breath washed across her face, the stench more than she was able to bear. "It's starting to feel good, ain't it, Annie?"
She rolled her lovely head from side to side, trying hard to twist her face away from him, wanting to tell him how much she despised him, but the words caught in her throat. She was unable to say anything any longer, the sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris, causing her to work her wriggling buttocks even more deeply into the cushions to escape the frenzied, nerve-shocking sizzles that sparked their way through her helplessly vibrating pussy.
"Unh ... aaannnnnngggghhhh ... ggggggnnnngg-hhhh...." was all she was able to gurgle as he continued to manipulate her abused clitoris with the ball of his thumb.
Mike moved his powerful, hairy body over that of the lovely brunette, freeing her wrists now. She would have struck out at him again had his hand not leaped out and caught itself in her ebony hair. He slammed her head against the cushion beneath, then, while pressing down on her with his own body, he mashed his lips against hers and kissed her wetly, sloppily, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his finger began massaging her naked vagina again.
"I'm gonna take off the rest of your clothes, honey," he told her. "What's more, you're not gonna fight me, 'cause if you do, a lotta things'll get torn and you won't have nothin' to wear home."
Dully, she knew she would do as he said. There was no way on earth for her to help her own situation any longer.
He got to his feet and pulled her up by her arms. She was standing as he tugged her zipper down. Ann closed her eyes, not wanting to think about what was happening to her. She stood there, letting him take off her skirt, then remove her half-slip. He unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it from her arms, tossing it to the side, and lastly, he unhooked her brassiere and tossed it on the floor.
Cool air rushed over the fullness of her throbbing breasts, the solid, distended nipples like pointed spikes as he squeezed the palms of his hands over them. Against her will she gasped as his taloned fingers enclosed the warm, vibrant flesh, hotly kneading, squeezing, rolling the ultra-sensitive nipples to the point of pain between his thumb and forefinger.
"Yeah," he muttered, "this is more like it. You got a nice body, Annie. I'm gonna make sure it don't go to waste. I mean, a body like yours was meant for fucking, and it's obvious from the tightness of your cunt, even though you've had a kid, that your husband just don't fuck you enough. I'll rectify the situation, for a short time, anyway."
Abruptly, he lowered his face to her chest, sucking one of her breasts as far into his mouth as possible. His tongue washed over the white flesh, and his lips sucked on her areola before pulling back and tugging on her nipple. He sucked the nipple for a long time, making it elongate, and then transferred his oral attentions to her other breast as she reamined standing there. He forced her to sit on the sofa as he knelt before her, kissing her belly, letting his tongue wash through her navel, teasing it orally while his hands returned to her breasts and played with her nipples, keeping them responsibely solid. Ann hated to admit it, but he was getting to her.
She gasped as she felt his hands abruptly leave her breasts, moving slowly down along her ribs, as if counting them, finally coming to rest on her waist. Then his hands slid down over the outsides of her hips, moving to her knees, then reversing themselves and moving back up to her inner thighs, feeling the warmth emanating from them as he made her spread them all the wider, exposing the rich pinkness of her interior to his gaping eyes. His breath was rasping as it washed over her flesh, his hand once again touching her pubic mount, fingers sliding down and tickling her cuntlips.
Ann shut her eyes. She didn't want to watch her own ravishment. His hands continually teased her, making her wetter and wetter, and her buttocks bounced uncontrollably.
Suddenly he was no longer touching her. She heard him, on his feet in front of her, the whisper of cloth against flesh as he proceeded to undress himself. The fact that he took a shower every morning as well as at night kept him from smelling too bad, though the aroma of stale perspiration was strong.
"Come on, honey, face the music, or in this case, the cock," he told her. "You might just as well open those gorgeous eyes and see the treat I have in store for you."
Yes, she might just as well look. Whether her eyes were open or closed, he was going to ravish her. There was no escape from this. She was as involved as it was possible for any human being to be. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her eyes, and then opened them.
She saw him naked, hairy, once again kneeling on the floor, his body between her widespread thighs, his face twisted into a distorted grin of lewdness. Without wanting to, she leaned forward just a little, letting her eyes run down his hairy chest to a firm, hairy belly, and then her eyes flicked lower. What she saw stunned her. She had always belieed her husband to be huge, but compared to this ... dear God! This man was built like a stud stallion, the long red rod as thick as her wrist. His fist was stroking it a little, but that wasn't necessary. Just looking at her body had him aflame with a desire no whore had ever been able to bring out in him. The corona flared a brilliant red, pulsing, letting her know how anxious the entire cock was to be buried inside her. She would never, in a million years, be able to take such a monster into her body.
"My God!" was all she was able to gasp.
"What'sa matter, honey, ain't your husband got nothin' like this?" he asked, smiling.
Ann continued staring at the man, feeling miserable humiliation and degradation. The sight of her own nakedness in front of this horrible man's exposed body filled her with shame, also making her more aware than ever of the utter helplessness she was feeling as she remained at the mercy of this madman.
Yes, he had to be a madman! No sane man would do something like this to her. From the gleam in his eye it was obvious he was enjoying the way he was debauching her, brutally harming her, a cruel gleam in his ferret-like eyes as she watched the misery to which he was continually subjugating her. He was deranged-a sadist! A sickie!
She continued staring at him, realizing more and more how helpless she was, and the whole problem was that her very helplessness caused tingles of unwanted desire to trammel their way through her. Sexual lust was starting to surge through her loins as much as she detested this horrible man. Wanton depravity was taking its toll on her as salacity continued playing through her body. Even so, a new sense of terror filled her as she watched him, squatting before her, his hand still stroking his cock-a cock swollen beyond belief with a lust she had heretofore been unable to conceive of. Her eyes fixed themselves on the bloated spear with utter horror and disbelief. The sheer breadth of it was horrifying. It would tear her interior to shreds, and she knew it. In face, it would probably split her right up the middle like an overripe melon.
Mike saw the way her stare was fixed on his penis.
"Hey, you dig my cock," he snorted. "You just wait until I start shoving it into that tight little twat of yours, honey. Then you'll get to know what fuckin's all about."
The sound of his voice was a tormenting rasp, and she shuddered with terror. He saw the quake and smiled, saying, "I see you ain't really never been fucked. But don't worry. After today, you'll know what it is to take on a real he-man."
Tears began welling up in her helpless eyes, and they overflowed, pouring out and running down her beautiful cheeks as she realized this man was indeed a total animal, intent on showing her no mercy whatsoever. She no longer paid attention to his language and his crudeness. Her mind was too busy with the hoplessness of her situation and the horrifying understanding that there simply was no escape from the agony he intended inflicting on her helpless body. This sex-crazed maniac intended ravishing her as she lay there, totally helpless. There was nowhere for her to turn. She was unalbe to remember when she had felt so completely alone in her entire life.
Leaning toward her very suddenly, Mike forced her to lie full-length on the sofa, and he spread his solid, hairy, perspiration-smelling body on top of hers, knocking the breath from her lungs for a moment. The long, hard thickness of his penis continued pulsating against the soft flesh of her tantalizing belly, his brazenly searching hands once again squeezing the smoothly mounded fullness of her rounded breasts, savagely causing her to whimper with agony beneath him as his mouth hungrily sought hers. His tongue wasted no time pushing between her lips, filling her mouth with its thickness as animal grunts came from the depths of his chest.
After some moments went by, he lifted his head and said, "You know something, Annie? You taste good all over, really good. But the trouble with you is, you ain't reacting. Honey, before I'm through with you, you'll be out of your gourd and begging for cock."
She didn't understand how he was going to make her beg him to do something she utterly detested. But even as she thought about it, he was slithering down and moving his head between the tantalizing pillars of her thighs, his mouth hovering mere inches above her tantalizing dehiscence. Though she had often dreamed about her husband lovingly licking her vagina-something David had never done-the thought of this vile, vicious person sinking his fangs into her cuntlips horrified her. She recoiled in repugnance.
"Please ... oh, God ... no ... don't do that to me ... no one's ever...." she gasped, pleadingly, but he had already placed the palms of his hands against the soft flesh of her inner thighs and was spreading them far, far apart. Her attempt to clamp her thighs closed was completely futile at this point. A whine rose in her throat as she stared at him between the full mounds of her swollen breasts, staring down at her sparse, ebony triangle where she saw the top of his brown head as his face, distorted with passion, poised itself in space over her softly palpitating vagina.
"Oh, my God! No! No! No!" she screamed. "My husband has never, but never done anything like that to me."
But even as she said it, Ann knew it was more her fault than it was David's. Had she responded to him, allowed him to fuck her more often, sucked his cock during those twelve long years, she had no doubt his mouth would have been feeding voraciously at the trough of her seething cunt.
But instead of David, she had Mike Refizzo kneeling between her widespread thighs, his strong hands pressing powerfully on her inner loins to keep them apart. He glaned hungrily into the pink furrow of her womanly container, noting how delightful it looked ringed with that midnight hair, the inner labia peeking out like two pink tongues, viscous droplets of clear moisture clinging to them ever so delicately, and as she lay there in terror beneath him, her eyes pleading with him not to continue with this debasement, he struck. He had made her humiliation total first, and now she helplessly watched, petrified as his hands moved up, and she felt him place his thumbs against the softly trembling lips of her sodden cunt, parting the softly curling hairs, drawing the lips slowly apart, exposing the innermost secret depths of her body to his eyes.
Ann was aware of the heat of his breath as it burned against her sensitive inner coral flesh, and she moaned aloud, feeling agonized shame at all this. She watched, unable to tear her gaze from this wickedly fascinating happening as he brought his face closer and closer to her helpless pussy. Then she gasped as she felt the moist length of his slithery tongue slid snake-like into her defenselessly quivering vagina.
Shudderingly her body responded, moving instinctively, twitching with a convulsive determination to escape this unnatural outrage he was performing against her helplessly defenseless pussy. Her hips ground down and back into the sofa cushions as a morass of revulsion began welling up inside her as she felt herself detesting this loathsome creature all the more as he continued using his tongue on her, the oral member flicking back and forth, touching her labia, touching her opening, wetting down her clitoris.
He was perverted-a beast, a vile monster, a horrible demon!
"N-o-o-o-o-o ... ohhhhhhhhhh ... Go-o-o-o-o-ddd-dd ... n-o-o-o . ... "she cried aloud.
She groaned and whimpered, realizing how he was completely debasing her, humiliating her, making her feel tortured. It wasn't possible! Somehow she was unable to conceive of hos this was happening to her. Thoughts tumbled around and around, spinning through her mind, but the fact was, she was here, she was naked, and so was Mike Refizzo. The man's long, wet, slithery tongue was there, racing into the wet sump of her-as yet-unreceptive vagina, though what he was doing was rapidly stimulating her.
"No more ... please...." she begged. "Stop! This isn't right!"
She was pleading, feeling more ashamed than ever because what he was doing was causing more and more unwanted sensations to sizzlingly streak through her body, causing her to feel forbidden pleasure. His animal tongue continually stimulated her as it lapped through her quaking cuntal furrow.
She fought desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, sensuous twinges of sexual madness racing wildly through her shuddering body, stabbing into her loins with explosively charging power so that her body was subverted to this lascivious man's lust. The most horrifying realization at this point was the knowledge that her own body was betraying her.
As she stared down at him, she saw his eyes flick up and look at her face, watching her with shining glee, the sadistic enjoyment radiating through him as his mouth and tongue continued hungrily laboring at the' wide-spread slit between her thighs, making all kinds of obscene, wet sucking sounds. She knew what he was waiting for, and she knew that his working tongue was building her body to such a peak she might indeed, after a while, beg him to do even more, for good as his tongue was, the pressure of a penis inside her was missing. He wouldn't offer her that pressure until she unconditionally surrendered herself to him.
No! She refused to give in to the feelings pervading her entire body. Granted the physical part of her felt thrilled, but the mere idea that he was the one bringing on these pleasurable sensations was almost enough to block the feelings from her mind. Almost! As the moments continued to pass, the feelings became stronger, and she realized she was going out of her skull.
All the while, Mike's eyes remained locked on the beautiful, contorted countenance she possessed as he continued thrusting his tongue ever more deeply into the simmering cauldron of her cunt. The tears continued leaking from her eyes and running down her cheeks. The man smiled to himself, watching with a ruthless satisfaction as she fought a battle she had to lose to him. More, she had to lose it to herself.
Mike stared and kept thinking to himself that he wanted her to go on fighting it as long as possible, first, because he enjoyed what he was doing, and second, because when she finally did give in, she would surrender totally, completely, and she would be all his to do with as he wished.
His pursed lips moved higher as he pulled his tongue in for a moment and began sucking on the miniature phallic-like extension that was her clitoris. He heard her whimpers of agonized pleasure as he gripped the tiny, trembling bud between his pressuring lips. He clamped down on it, holding it firmly, then ran his tongue around and around the little organ. Then he flatly rubbed against the head of the clitoris, sending tingling thrills charging insanely through her entire flailing body. He was aware of the involuntary jerks of her loins as they ground against his face in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint to his abrasive tongue. Her head insanely whipped from side to side, the sensations inside her so intense all she was able to feel was the agony of desire. New, louder mewls and whimpers came from her tightly compressed lips.
Smiling, he hoisted her legs up until they were draped over his shoulders, giving him even better access to her seething cunt. His hands slid beneath her, gripping the wonderful moons of her buttocks and holding tightly to them, keeping her firmly in place as his mouth kept on working on her clitoris.
Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the apartment as the man pressed his mustache against the tender lips of her cunt, tickling her into greater arousal as he shoved the agile oral organ deep into the soaring depths of her wildly clasping vaginal pandiculation.
No longer able to control herself, Ann suddenly felt her hands move as if of their own volition, reaching out as she became aware she had lost the desperate battle she had been fighting with herself. Her fingers entangled themselves in the stringy, greasy thatch of hair on his head, and she pulled his red face all the more tightly into her steaming crotch.
Mike knew she was his, now. She belonged to him for as long as he wished. He was the absolute master, and she was his to use as he wished, and he wished, among other things, to fuck her, though in order to prove she was still bowing to him, he would do it with her back to him, bent as if bowing and praying, while he fucked her like the bitch-in-heat she had become. She was lost beyond recall.
Mike felt it was worth it. He was still unhappy about his not having been able to make it with the whores, but he felt a sense of power at having totally conquered this woman, this good, clean housewife, who liked to suck the cocks of little boy scouts.
Ann's body had completely betrayed her. She was under Mike Refizzo's influence whether she liked it or not. All she was capable of doing was obeying the demanding sensations in her loins. Her buttocks jerked and spasmed, moving in wild circles, thrusting upward each time the plunging tongue slurped along her clitoris and slithered into her vagina. Her hands pulled continually on the man's hair, and lightning bolts struck at her love-hungry interior when she felt his swathing tongue flick from her vagina straight down toward the hidden nether ring that was her anus. When the tip of his tongue poked its way in there, it took every last ounce of willpower not to scream. Her moan was subverted into a low groan of sensual pleasure as the heat of his slimy tongue continually poked at the sensitive little pucker. It was only a momentary digression from his goal, and a moment later his tongue was once again back at work in the seething swamp between her pillarly thights. She was unable to restrain herself, and cried out, the gasp coming from the depths of her soul, for fulfillment seemed to be there, just out of reach, and having come this far, she ached to go all the way. God! God! God! She was a total slave to the wants and needs of her body, unable to deny herself. She was no longer able to resist, and it would have been useless to do so.
"Fuck me!" she screamed before she realized what she had shouted. "Fuck me now! Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Do it!" she cried out.
The sadistically crazed scoutmaster was unable to contain his savage elation. Her scream had reassured him beyond any shadow of a doubt that he had won. She was a slave to his will, his own personal body captive, asking for his cock, and in a few minutes he would shove the hard length of fleshy stovepipe right up her pussy and fuck her until she was no longer able to walk straight. God! He was hardly able to wait before firing a load of seed into that narrowly tight pussy.
He jerked his head free, making her let go of his hair, then he raised his head and looked at her with a crazed, twisted smile.
"I told you, you'd be begging me for it, honey," he snapped. "Well, you're sure hot enough to fuck, now."
"Yes, yes, fuck me!" she begged.
"No!" he laughed. "You're the one gonna do the fucking. Get up!"
Not understanding the man, she rose, watching as he lay back down on the sofa, his huge penis waggling in the air.
"Fuck me, damn you!" she yelled, beating at him with her fists, her body shaking with the need for a cock, even one as monstrous as that standing out from his loins.
"I told you," he snorted. "You do the fucking. Get on top and ride me."
As far as Ann was concerned, this really was a good idea. With her being on top, she would be able to control the entry of his cock into her cunt, and as a result, she would not hurt herself as she took it in. Hell! His cock was thicker than her husband's, but it was a human cock, and she was certain since hers was a human cunt, she would be able to contain it. No longer did she entertain thoughts of trying to escape. Heat permeated through her entire body, and she needed relief. The only kind of relief was this man's cock.
She crawled sinuously on top of the man's sweaty body, straddling him. Mike growled at her, "Not that way, honey. I wanna see your ass. Turn around!"
Even this way she knew she would be able to control the depth of his plunging cock, so she was only too happy to do as he ordered. Right now, the only important thing was getting rid of the fire blazing inside her, and this over-long, over-thick cock was the only instrument at hand.
Swiveling around, she let him see her rounded ass-cheeks as she leaned forward against his drawn-up knees.
"You put it in!" he ordered.
Not stopping to think, Ann reached down and guided his massively pulsating penis into the moist readiness of her pink-fleshed vaginal opening. Carefully she rocked back on the lust-stiffened shaft, permitting the hotly pulsing thickness to slowly, very slowly, worm its way in.
Her cunt stretched.
"Oooonnnnhhhh!" she grunted, suddenly aware how unbelievably immense his rocket-like cock felt as it moved into her.
Oh, God! It was so thick! Her membranes were stretched, and there was that old pain she had felt when her husband had tried fucking her all those years after the birth of their son. but this time it wasn't merely due to the cramping of her interior muscles. This time it had to do with the fact that his cock was so unbelievably thick, even totally relaxed she would have felt agony. Little by little she lowered herself, gritting her teeth, sucking on her lower lip, feeling the penis penetrate a bit more deeply each time. Oh, God! God! God! It hurt! But she had to have it! In spite of the pain, the thick phallus moving into her was stoking her inner fires, building desire higher and higher in her, building it to the point where she knew no matter what happened, she had to have that orgasm. This would be her last vaginal pain-she knew it now. Her elastic interior was already beginning to adjust to his thickness, and even though it wasn't all the way in, that part of her which did contain his cock was already stretched.
"Gggghhhuuunnnggghhhh!" she gasped when the last little bit of it had been absorbed inside her. "There!" Her petite, white arms reached forward and her hands planted themselves on his legs in order that she might balance herself. At the same time Mike's hands began roaming over the curvature of her slender back.
Reaching down, Mike allowed his hands to fill themselves with the unblemished smoothness of her buttocks. His fingers slid beneath her rear cheeks, lifting her hips a little. As he began to relax, allowing her to sink back down on his wetly glistening penile shafft, he flexed his hips upward at the same time, driving the thick pale that was his own demanding flesh that much deeper into her eagerly throbbing vaginal concavity.
God! It was absolutely fantastic! Ann hated to admit it, but now that the pain had receded, what she was feeling was fabulous. Perhaps position had something to do with it. She had never used this position with her husband. Certainly she felt no love for the beast beneath her, but at the moment she would have killed rather than allow his cock to be pulled from the cavernously sucking depths off her aching cunt.
Little by little she tightened her membranes, feeling good inside as her inner membranes sensed every throbbing lurch from his cock, feeling every last little millimeter of ridged flesh in direct contact with her seething, shuddering interior.
Taking her cue from the way his hands were pressing beneath her asscheeks, she began slowly sliding up and down, and realized one of the reasons she was enjoying this so much was her not being able to see him in this position, and thus she was able to concentrate solely on the pleasure she was feeling. Another reason was the control she had over what they were doing. Being able to control her movements as she was, her total enjoyment was that much greater. Her cunt slid along the post of his cock, moving up and down like a regulated carousel pony. Ann moved slowly in the beginning, then without meaning to, she started speeding up, faster, more wantonly, wilder, aching to scale heights she had never previously known as rapturous thrills continually raced through her shuddering body.
Now she was moving like a skilled horsewoman, bouncing up and down as if the horse she was on was trotting, slamming her nakedly rounded buttocks solidly against the man's hard abdomen in order for her pulsating, stretched pussy to completely absorb his thickly expanding penis to the fullest, then rising high above him until only the lust-bloated head remained inside her heatedly searing vaginal glove.
Behind and beneath her, Mike continued to massage and pinch her smoothly working buttocks, his hands like a cruel goad, while at the same time he pressed his feet flatly into the sofa cushions and lifted his hips, driving his mighty, pulsating shaft into the heated wetness of her aching vagina with ever-increasing urgency.
Faster and faster Ann Corso continued riding the man beneath her as if she were seated on one of those mechanical brahma bulls. Her breathing was uncontrolled. She was gasping, her head rolling around and around as she swirled her short black hair across her shoulders. She wanted what she was feeling to continue unending, while at the same time she sensed her explosive orgasm arriving.
"OHHH ... MYYY ... UUUNNNHHH ... GODDD UHHHH ... I'll ... OOOHHH ... AMMMM ... GGHHH UUUNNN GGGHHHH ... AAAHHH AAANNNGGHH ... COMMMMIIIIINNNGGG UUUUNNNNHHHH!"
With a final squatting thrust, she tightly convulsed and spasmed her cunt squeezingly as she clasped her arms tightly around his upstanding knees as her wildly delirious orgasm surged through her.
Mike Refizzo, beneath her, was very close to his own spewing release at this point, and from the way his cock was throbbing, Ann knew he was about to unleash inside her. She was glad she had remembered to insert her diaphragm before leaving home.
She stopped moving as she came, convulsing insanely, and as a result stopped the friction around Mike's cock. He quickly straightened out his legs. Ann found herself falling forward, then he was freeing himself, pulling her off his cock for an instant as he slid out from under her and kneeled behind her as he hauled her to her knees. Almost desperately, his cock demanding satisfaction, he moved closer to her and sank his insistent organ into the wetly clinging depths of her throbbing cunt again. He paid no attention to her muffled moans as, like a wild boar, he pounded into her pussy from the rear, wild, animalistic grunts coming from the depths of his throat.
"Uhhmmmpphhh ... your cunt is like satin ... ohhh Godd! I've never known one so tight ... oohhhh-hh ... great ... great ... yeah...."
He slammingly continued to gore her, fucking with a maddening and insane determination, his powerful thrusts jarring her kneeling body with flesh-slapping, bone-jarring cruelty. After several moments of pounding into her like this, he felt his orgasm building in him, an acid-like searing that told him his prostate was acting up again. The root of his cock ached, and he assumed it was because he hadn't been able to have too many orgasms, what with his having had difficulty getting his cock to rise. But now he knew he no longer had the trouble. He would fuck her again at the orgy-something he had neglected to mention to her when he had insisted she come along on the camping trip-and then he would go after other pussy. His prostate was a dam of tissue filled with sperm from many months-if one didn't count the wet dreams-and it ached to release all the hot, white fluid, wanting to spurt it into the tightness of her gloriously milking womb.
"AAAAYYYYAAA AAGGGGGHHHUUUU NN-NGGG HHHAAA RRRRGGGG HHHHAAAAA UUUUWWWWWW AAAANNNNGGGGHHH AA-AAARRRRRGGHHH UUUGGGGHH!" he bellowed, coming with a loud, satisfying, grunting yell as he thrust his hard, thick cock into her vagina as far as was humanly possible, enjoying the gloriously vibrant feeling of his insanely pumping phallus as white-hot semen hosed through him to jet from its slitted tip, spraying deep into the wetly dripping confines of her aching cunt. Then, he, too, collapsed, lying nakedly on top of her soft, tender body, taking pleasure in merely feeling her womanliness beneath him.
His cock finally softened and he pulled out. He slid off the sofa, walked out of the living room, around to the small hallway that led to his bathroom, and he soaped his cock down, then washed it off. Taking a wet rag, he came back to her and took the time to swab out her pussy, saying, "You were just great, Annie. You'll see, I'm gonna keep my word. You come on the camping trip with me, and when we get back, you get the last two pictures, and I won't bug you again."
Now that it was over, shame flooded Ann. She hurriedly dressed, then turned and ran out as fast as she was able.