Chapter 13

Ann sat there, utterly stunned. Mike expected her to get on the stage with him and perform. A bed had been rolled out and locked in place, and Mike leaned over and whispered, "Come on, baby. You gaveyour word. Besides, you're so hot right now, you're ready to explode. Let's go and show them what it's all about."

"But...."

"No buts," he told her. "I had the crowd screened when the reservations came in last Wednesday, and I'm assured there's no one here from our home-town, so let's get on with it."

"But what can I do?" Ann gasped.

"Something like what we did in my apartment," he smiled, taking her arm, forcing her to stand and walk onto the stage.

Ann noticed a hush had fallen over the crowd. They knew she was a novice to all this, and to them that was as good as her being a virgin. The final act of the floorshow always had a woman innocent in some way or other being brought up to perform. This way, Mike got into the club free, and his tab was also paid for. Naturally, he didn't get paid, himself, but that didn't matter. He was here to ball Ann Corso, and the fact that over three hundred people were watching didn't faze him one bit. In fact, at one point, some would be coming out of the audience and joining in.

There was no getting out of it. Ann knew she had no choice, and so right there, in front of everyone, she allowed two girls who worked at the club to remove her clothing. The instant she was naked, the men in the audience ooohed and aahhed their enthusiasm, seeing what a fabulous body she had.

Turning, she looked at Mike Refizzo and saw he was as naked as she, and when the women in the audience saw how long his dangling penis was, they applauded.

She was red with embarrassment, and it made her entire naked body blush. She waited as Mike walked over to her, his fingers like branding irons as they wandered over her body. He held up her breasts for the men in the audience to appreciate, letting them see how firm they were by dropping them, and noting how the nipples remained pointed up as they bobbled up and down. By now, she should have been familiar with the man's calloused fingers, but she wasn't. He was stimulating her all over again, right out here, in front of all these people. She was helpless and unable to resist.

I have to let him do this, she thought to herself, thinking of the two photos he had left. He had brought them with him. They were in his van, and he had promised to give them to her before they left the following morning. They were in his glove compartment.

Mike motioned to the bed, and she lay down on it, shuddering as he moved with her, his tongue licking her nipples, then moving lower, across her firm, flat belly, and she had to admit her body was yearning for some kind of satisfaction.

His mouth slowly moved higher again, then his lips parted, and he was sucking in as much of her breast as possible, tugging the nipple to the back of his throat where it tingled against his palate. He sucked gently, but he was making certain his mouth wandered over her entire breast, and she heard the heavy breathing from the audience. He chewed without biting, sucking, licking, almost humanly this time.

Ann began chewing her lower lip, realizing she was being unfaithful to David in front of millions of witnesses this time. David was the only man she truly loved) and she wished she could feel shame. Some little corner of her mind tried whispering condemantory sounds, calling her all kinds of vile names. But the sound of this inner voice served to merely enhance the rapture she was already feeling. Her mind also remembered the unbelievable length and thickness of Mike Refizzo's cock, and as a result her vagina began tingling, and a slithery wetness began running through her inner channel as she felt more and more aroused. His tongue was probing her interior again.

Murmurs of approval rose from the various members of the audience, and Ann ought to have felt embarrassed, but she didn't. She writhed, squirming excitedly on the lingual stake as he delved that much deeper into the quicksand-like center of her interior.

A part of her still berated her, shouting at her to insist he stop this and no longer humiliate her in front of all these people, but her body screamed aloud that he should be permitted to continue what he was doing. Her mind filled itself with thoughts of their initial encounter, and she remembered how marvelous it was to have him lap her and then fuck her. In spite of all this taking place out in the open, on a stage of sorts, where everyone was able to see it, she wanted this to continue to its ultimate conclusion. Recollections of their joint debauchery sent pinpricks of seething lust shooting through her shuddering body. His sucking mouth and lapping tongue caused whorls of rapture to cascade through her quivering form.

Somehow she had to rationalize her enjoyment of all this. She had to convince herself she was doing this merely to get back those two last photos back and thereby keep her newfound marital happiness. Yes, yes, that was it! She was doing this to keep her husband from finding out, and eventually divorcing her. She was so sure about it, she bit down hard on her lower lip, tasting the blood that oozed from the bite. Yes, the taste of her blood was enough to convince her she was being punished for her infidelity.

Somehow, in some way, everything would work out. In a little while she would be back with her husband, and would never have to worry about this horrible man again.

"Thatta way, kid," Mike smirked as he whispered into her pussy, his voice seemingly traveling through a hollow interior and reaching her ears as if from within. "This is really showing them some stuff. I knew you had it in you. You're terrific!"

Yeah! She was one fabulous female, all right. She was more attractive that any other cunt he'd ever fucked-which helped keep the old stick solid, but inside she was no less a woman. If anything, she was more feminine, and her needs were there, even if she didn't want to admit it. She was as eager to be fucked as any hooker, but she had beauty that created a regality that made her continually more exciting than any other female he had ever known.

As far as Mike Refizzo was concerned, adultery was not something wrong. Hell, no! It was a way of life! Jesus! What was the big deal? So he dipped his wick a little, so what? Cunts weren't sacred objects. There was no reason to think any broad, any broad at all, even one as sexy as this one-who was capable of bringing dead cocks back to life-to think she was too good to become a part of it all.

So she was happily married to some other guy, so what? All he was doing was giving her a little variety. Hell! If he was better than her husband, then he was doing her a favor and letting her feel a really great stick for a change. If he wasn't as good as her husband, then she would obviously be able to appreciate the man that much more.

Ann gasped, not knowing whether it was with shame or delight as her own hands wandered up and down his back, titillating his flesh as surely as she would have teased that of her own husband. She dragged the points of her blazing red fingernails up and down, thinking of them as tiny daggers, wishing she was able to plunge them into the man's heart from behind.

Feeling her nails graze his spine, Mike experienced a new surge of power charging through his throbbing loins-as if there had never been a period of impotency in his life. He pushed his hardened cock against the soft fleece of her pelvis. Ann, unable to control herself, ran her fingers along his flat, hairy buttocks, then slid them around front to grab his twitching penis. His nostrils were quivering, dilating because he was inhaling the richness of her tantalizing flesh. Then his mouth was pressing against hers, crushing her lips, parting them as his stiffly slick tongue sank into the unresisting openness of her oral cave.

Shrieking for some kind of shuddering release as tiny lances of flame seemed to penetrate her shuddering skin-skin flushed a soft red under the arc lights, her slender body jerked and shoved itself upward against him. Even though that hidden corner of her mind tried berating her and insisting she stop her insidious behavior, the memory of the overpowering orgasms he had brought about in her, overrode any possible pangs of conscience. She wanted another of those magnificent climaxes.

Her burning, clutching fingers were tightly gripping his throbbing length of hard cock. This was the first time she had actually voluntarily touched it, and it had to be in front of hundreds of witnesses. God! She felt even more excited as her hand pulled on the length of flesh hose, milking the organ to even greater heights of lascivious arousal. The more she continued yanking on it, the more her conscience demanded her to stop, and the more she fought to ignore her conscience. The hot, loose outer skin she was pulling back and forth over the pulsating head of fleshy rubber, feeling more excited and sensuous than she had ever felt in her previous sexual encounters-even those with her husband. For though she loved her husband, she was fast discovering there was a whole world of things David had to learn when it came to sexual arousal.

Also, Refizzo did have this fantastic horse-cock, and how she wished her husband had so monumental an organ, for as big as she had once believed David's organ to be, was now how small she believed it to be, though in reality her husband was better built than most men-something she would learn before the night was over when she would see more than one erection. Most would be plunging into other women, but she would be taking at least one other, herself, perhaps two, maybe more.

"Uh ... yeahhhh ... that's good ... really good...." Mike complimented, his voice whispering in her shell-shaped ear, while her soft, tugging fingers continued manipulating that massive engine between his thighs.

She was falling insanely in love with his cock. It was a crazy thing! She detested the man and adored his appendage. It made no sense whatsoever.

His hands tantalizingly slid along the smoothness of her soft, white flesh, slowly centering on the bullseye between her lovely thighs. He felt the wet coral inner lips hidden beneath the silken forest of sparse ebony curls, and he was aware of her lifting her hips, anxious to feel his fingers against her pulsing feminine foramen.

Ann's brain continued churning insanely, uncontrollably as she ached to feel his tingling fingers touch the flaccidity of her pink flesh. Without thinking, she spread her thighs wide apart, gasping as his groping fingers twined themselves in her pubic hair. God! She was becoming addicted to the man's touch, and this was horrible, because she thoroughly despised Mike Refizzo, the man. His forefinger slowly slid into her wet crevice, sliding up and down until it touched the budding little pearl, itself. She felt her clitoris throb against the ball of his finger, and she sighed. She humped her tight vagina against the pressure of the man's index digit, moving hurriedly, wanting to feel even more tingling sensations run rampantly through her quaking body. Yet somehow she knew he was degrading her, making fun of her, showing her off in front of everyone, letting them see how strongly the sexual animal thrived in her body.

Abruptly she yanked her shuddering vagina away from the pressure of his driving fingers. She pulled away and rolled herself into a ball, insisting she not let him degrade her anymore.

"The people are getting impatient," Mike snapped at her, and he slapped her buttocks hard, the echo resounding throughout what was now a totally silent nightclub. "They want to see how completely wanton you can get, honey."

"No!" she screamed at him, trembling inwardly. "Don't!"

"Straighten out, then!"

"No!"

For some reason she felt more naked at this moment, tightly curled in a ball than she had when spread out for him to feel. Her wickedness was starting to reach her.

"Sit up!" he ordered.

With her eyes clouded by tears, the lovely brunette sat up on the bed that was on stage and stared down at her naked thighs. Her fear was not what the man would do to her, but of the burning arousal simmering inside her. She was unable to control these emotions. Rather, they were controlling her, and Mike Refizzo was controlling them. Flaming desire filled her, surging through her, and sooner or later this desire would be her ruination unless she was able to make it work only when she was with her husband. The only way to do that would be to destroy this man who had built these desires to such a high level in her in the first place. Yes, somehow, in some way, she had to completely destroy Mike Refizzo. Here he was, proving to a whole nightclub filled with people that he was a great stud-more to ease his own mind, since he had only recently been impotent. Well, she'd let him prove his masculinity, and then she would proceed to outlast, and drain him. When he was weaker than she, she would find some way to get back at him.

At the moment, Mike Refizzo didn't feel anything remotely resembling friendliness. He was burning with anger because she was making him look foolish in front of these people. Hell! He was tired of playing games with this cunt. She was hotter than a fucking firecracker, and here, in front of all these people, she had the balls to tell him to leave her alone? Shit on that! This fucking chick had better learn he was the damned boss, and she had better learn it in a hurry, or the world would see those final two photos he had of her sucking on Robert Lander's cock. The best thing to do would be to teach her a lesson in front of all these people. That would restore his macho image in his own eyes. Jesus! This was the last "act" on the agenda, so he had one helluva long time to teach this bitch her lesson.

The man rose to his knees and was suddenly beside her on the bed. She pressed her elbows into the mattress beneath her and lifted herself up a little, noticing the solidity of his pulsating penis as it stood well away from his muscular, hairy body, pointing directly at her tear-stained face. It looked like a rigid ramrod of solid gristle as it stood out from beneath his bristly brush of dark-brown hair. Lord! In the spotlight that cock looked longer, thicker, and stiffer than ever. It was monstrous, making her tear-filled eyes widen with the arousal she had been trying to dampen. The flames in her cunt were hotter than ever, and desire became more heavy as the oven of her damp cunt blazed like a kiln. All this was due to the sight of his pulsating wand. It was this self-same cock that had almost ripped her apart a few days earlier before "giving her the single most explosive orgasm of her entire life.

"Dear Annie," the man whispered angrily, making sure she was the only who heard him, "if you feel like playin' games, just remember, the longer this takes, the longer we're gonna be here, and the more you're gonna be on display." Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her midnight hair, and tugged.

"Ouch!" she screamed, the men in the audience applauding as her hands reached for her head in a futile attempt to make him loosen his hold. "Don't!" she begged. "Don't!"

"Why is it you bitches always scream 'don't' until we do," he yelled aloud, "and then you're always beggin' for more. I think it's time all broads came to an understanding with all guys. This equal rights crap is just that, crap. You cunts have to learn your place is around our cocks, and nowhere else!"

The men roared their approval and the women who were watching hissed as Ann gasped, "You bastard! I'll get you!"

Sobbing, she pulled her hair from his grasping hand and fell away from him, falling onto her back, exposing her wide-open cunt to his eyes, as well as those of the audience. She whimpered, feeling pain in her head from his having tugged on her hair as he came close to her, his eyes glowing like hot coals. Why the devil did he have to show off in front of all these people? It was bad enough when they were alone, but now he was completely insufferable. Why didn't he try to behave with a modicum of decency. Since he had her where he wanted her, all he had to do was ask nicely, and she would have done anything.

"Now tell everyone here, who is God right now? Come on, tell 'em!"

"You, damn it, you!" she screamed at him.

Totally humiliated by her shameful admission, she gasped when he put her hand on his cock and made her rub it back and forth.

"That's enough jerking," he said, magnanimously. "Stop!"

She quickly obeyed. He reached out, grabbed her shoulders, and forced her to lie on her belly. Her breasts rubbed against the coarse sheets on the bed, grateful her perspiration didn't make her skin adhere to it.

Not quite understanding what Refizzo wanted, she let her cheek rest against the pillow as he raised her buttocks for all the audience to see. Lying as she was, with her ass up in the air, she felt him mounting her from behind, dragging his heatedly burning phallus along the insides of her trembling thigh.

She wondered what he was thinking of doing as she sensed the rubber head of his pulsing organ sear a fresh path of leaking juices in its wake as it moved higher. The wet, coral labia of her shuddering vagina involuntarily opened, half-expecting the pulsing knob of his hard cock to be thrust into them. But from the up-and-down wiping movement of his penile point, she sensed he wasn't ready to thrust into her just yet.

The heated tip pushed through her anal channel, rubbing between the cheeks of her delectable ass. The tight, white orbs of her rounded buttocks quivered as she wondered just what it was this man had in mind.

He pushed the seething head of his swollen cock through her narrow crevise, rubbing it up and down the full length of her tight asscrack. Then he pushed the tip against her anus and pushed-once, twice, a third time, seemingly searching for some kind of opening in the back passage-that tightest of all her body's openings.

Oh God! Not that! Anything but that!

She gasped as the hardness of his rubbery dome pressed against the smaller-than-dime-sized opening. It was as if his cock were a key searching for the keyhole of her sphincter.

He pressed harder, and Ann began feeling a new, different kind of pain. It was pain she had never known before. Yet mixed with it was a new thrill, the thrill of discovery, and she shuddered as he pressed even harder. Sweat sheeted her lovely body, brought out by a combination of what was being done to her, the hot light playing down on her, and the aphrodisiacs mingling in her body. She gasped, feeling the swollen, shuddering cock push at the crinkled brown ring that was her asshole, trying to stretch it enough to open it. It pressed harder, and she involuntarily tightened up, squeezing to keep his cock from getting into the narrow strait of her ass.

There was more of the new pain, and her mind was filled with confusing ideas as more pleasure mingled with the agony while the head of his throbbing cock continued teasing her rectal orifice, making her clench and unclench the dough-nut-like muscle in time to the way her heart was pounding maddeningly in her breast. The red tip of his twitching phallus felt hot, seeming to burn her soft flesh. She heard him grunting and puffing and then he wrapped his arms tightly around her knees to keep them from slipping from under her. When he was certain her knees would remain under her, he reached forward and squeezed her jiggling breasts. He all but crushed them in his pressing palms as he speared his cock against the narrow opening that was her sphincter. But no matter how hard he tried, it was obvious it wasn't going to get in, this way.

Abruptly, he leaped off the bed, spun it around-it was on wheels-so that she faced his cock as he stood sideways, and he said loud enough for the entire audience to hear, "That asshole is too tight. We need to lubricate my cock before it'll fit inside."

Lubrication? What did he intend doing, covering it with butter from one of the tables? She stared at the penis, unable to understand what he was talking about for the moment, but as he pressed the head of the organ toward her mouth, she understood only too clearly, since the audience was cheering him on.

Slowly, unwillingly, Ann parted her red lips and eased her pink tongue from the depths of her mouth. She wetted the head with her saliva, licking it around and around and around. As she sucked on it, more astounded than ever at its breadth, she mentally noted the differences between this penis, her husband's and that of the young boy scout, Robert Lander. Aside from the differences in size and thickness, there was a difference in the flavors of the oils seeping from each penis, as well as a difference in the meaty taste. Her tongue wrapped itself around the cherry-colored head, and she realized more and more of the lubricity was oozing from the penile point. The ache between her thighs intensified, and none of this seemed real to her. Her lips hooded the phallus tightly, sucking harder and harder on the pulsing organ.

"Aaannnnggg hhhuuunnnng!" she gasped as he rammed.

It was too big, much too big! If he finally did manage to cram that monster into her behind, he would rip her interior flesh to shreds. She rotated her lovely buttocks in the hope of escaping, but he pushed harder and managed to lodge the tip inside her sphinctral opening. She felt the cock, oiled with her own saliva, but she was still certain it was too large and she wouldn't be able to take it.

His hand slid under her and encircled her belly, the fingers reaching through her ebony hair to the bud of her enlarged clitoris. The instant his fingers touched it, she leaped back just a little, gasping as she slammed her buttocks against his thighs, feeling the hot, throbbing knob press a little deeper into the center of her anal opening. Damn him! He was going to do it! The roar of the people behind her was deafening as they cheered him on, and she knew he was going to fuck that monstrous cock of his into the tiny asshole she had back there. It wasn't right, damn it! It wasn't right! But that finger massaging her clitoris ... oooo-hh ... that felt good ... really good ... aahhhh ... yesss ... so good ... so good ... so good ... oh, no, no ... he was going deeper into her ass ... n-o-o-o-o-o!

"Don't!" she whimperingly begged, wanting him to withdraw his cock while continuing to massage her cunt with his finger.

The sensations rampantly running through her quaking, extended clitoris had taken total control of her, becoming the master of her body. It seemed to guide her physical self against the wishes of her conscious mind, seeking total sexual gratification but without pain. Still, if pain was the only way for her to achieve that gratification at the moment, then so be it. Her clitoris seemed to order her buttocks to stop twitching, and that was when her tiny, tight sphincter relaxed, just a little. She thought he would take instant advantage and cram it right in, but he didn't. He let his penis rest where it was for a moment, and as the seconds continued passing, her sphincter slowly but surely continued relaxing and opening a little more. She actually seemed to enjoy the tickling wetness leaking from the point of his throbbing glans.

"Just stay relaxed," he said out loud, "don't tighten up now."

A few more seconds passed, and then he began to slowly push inward.

"Ggghhhaaa uurrgggghh hhhaaaaggg!" she gasped, feeling breath fill her chest.

Her white, rounded orbs trembled with lustfilled sensations as they pressed flatly back against the hairy thighs. Electricity seemed to be shooting through her helpless body as her conscience once again shouted for her to resist. But this time she knew she dared not obey that conscience. The swollen stiffness of the cock, shoving forward, continued filling her defenseless rectum.

It hurt! Damn it! It hurt just as her husband's cock had hurt when he had tried making love to her each time he had fucked her cunt for a dozen years. But this time Ann was determined not to allow the hurt to get the better of her. This time she was going to master the pain, because if this man was able to do it to her, then she would be able to let her husband do it to her as well. If it was possible to overcome pain in the vagina, then it was also possible to overcome pain in the rectum, no matter how narrow she was back there. She would respond to what he was doing, screwing her hips back against his groin, feeling him push that much deeper into her as it widened her narrow rectal passageway.

He was so long, the head of his cock not only filled her rectum, but began pushing into her large intestine, as well. It sank deeper and deeper, and still the base of his cock wasn't rubbing against her hairy cuntlips. But now she wanted it. She wanted all of it! She had to be filled with every last swollen inch of that overlong, overthick mast of unbelievable human muscle.

She twitched her quivering white asscheeks to one side, then to the other, trying to force the masculine probe that much deeper into the narrow rear channel, feeling all kinds of fiery pain, certain it would eventually subside if only because she was willing it to happen. She gasped and grunted as he pushed against her rounded, upraised buttucks, squirming in the hope of burying even more of him deeper inside her, despite the fact that the realization came to her that she had managed to take every last bit of his pulsing pole into her. Her conscience consistently berated her, but more quietly now, losing strength with each passing moment, telling her she ought to be ashamed for behaving in so lascivious a manner. She was surrendering to the wanton ripplings in her tingling body, giving in to those obscene impulses riddled with sex. Inwardly she was crying, for she was no longer merely placating Refizzo. She was doing this for herself, and so was losing her own true innocence.

Despite all she had been through with her husband, her mind had been pure and clean and good because she had limited herself to her husband, and that, painful as it had been, had been right. Ever since that time with Robert Lander she had started sliding downhill. Granted that sucking the boy's cock had alleviated her of the agony that had encompassed her for twelve years, but at the same time she had started on the downhill slide, away from innocence. She was no better than any common tart-a trollop in the worst sense, a whore!

Mike Refizzo felt the way her buttocks were twitching, and he knew beyond any shadow of a doubt he had her where he wanted her. He rested for a moment, leaving the full length of his thickly throbbing phallus inside her. The bloated head was far into her colon and his hand was still wrapped around her stomach, continued toying with the extension that was her clitoris. He tormented her, building her inner sexual desire to greater peaks than ever. Pressing his thighs all the more firmly against her rounded ass-cheeks, he began rotating his cock in the depths of her rectum and colon, massaging her ravaged anal tube.

You deserve all this, her conscience snapped at her as she felt pain. Yes, she deserved all the anguish she was feeling and the agony she was undergoing, for all the wickedness to which she had succumbed she deserved more agony.

Yes, she thought, split me wide open with your thrusting cock. Punish me for my salacious wickedness. Punish me for the sensations I'm now enjoying, but please let me go on enjoying them while Im being made to suffer my well-deserved torture.

Slowly pushing her buttocks back, feeling more pain as the man continued reaming his cock into her behind, pressing the throbbing lance of white fire into the burning depths of her clinging rectum, she tried hard to suck his testicles into her, as well, thinking such bloated swells would really cause her pain. But the best she was able to do was feel the hairy, swollen, sac-encased spheres rub against the pouting lips of her leaking vaginal split while his massaging finger continued massaging her extended clitoris, enhancing her inner passions that much more. She felt her heart thumping loudly in her breast as she rammed her buttocks back at him again and again.

The perverted scoutmaster was being cheered on by the viewing crowd as he continued wildly undulating his hips, doing his best to keep time with the groping pressure of her lewdly thrusting white buttocks. He managed to tug his cock back a little bit, then he pushed it forward as fast and as hard as he was able, once again ramming into her tight anal depths, sinking his hard pike as far into her intestine as was humanly possible. He was almost totally overcome by the crushing pressure of her tight ass. Jesus! This was some spectacular ass. Before he had lost his potency, he had fucked some young girls in the ass, not wanting to risk getting them pregnant, and small and young as they had been, neither had possessed an asshole this tight. Jesus! This was an ass to end all asses. He was getting the wildest, perverted thrill out of ramming his thrusting phallus as far into this ass as was humanly possible, stretching her tightly crunching rectal walls to their limit without actually breaking any skin. He had never had himself an erection this hard and this long before, and he thought that he was making up for lost time. Yeah, there was something about Ann Corso that had his cock pulsating with thrilled desire as never before.

Believing herself deservedly skewered for allowing this man to shame her by bringing her to this nightclub and showing off her nakedness to all these people, Ann clamped her mouth tightly shut, refusing to beg or plead any longer. Even if she were split in half, right up the middle, she would endure her agony in silence, for it was her own stupid fault that she was here in the first place. Accepting that what she had done with Robert Lander was unavoidable at the time, she should have had the good sense to lock every door in the house so no one would be able to get in without her knowing about it. Even then, succumbing to this blackmail had been her own fault. Even if it meant losing David, she ought to have had the courage to refuse what this jaded scoutmaster had wanted. Yes, she deserved this punishment.

Punishment? If this was punishment, what had happened to all that pain she had been feeling? That well-deserved agony that had been tearing through her backside was now gone, but the thick cock was still buried in the deep slot between her two quivering white orbs, nestling as far into her rear passage as it was possible for the penis to fit. But all the torment, all the tearing, all the horror was suddenly gone, replaced by an overwhelming, heated, lustful sensation-a sensation she had felt in her vagina when Refizzo had fucked her there. Was it possible for a woman to feel the same kind of thrills in her rectum that she felt in her vagina? Desire continued rippling maddeningly through the shameless interior of her now well-oiled rectum, oiled by the leaking lubrication oozing from his penis. The shameless interior of her well-stuffed rectum quivered with delight as the thick penis within rummaged in and out. The salacious desire was mounting more and more rapidly, joining the blazing fire being built by his finger as it continued rubbing her clitoris.

She was more than happy to obey his unworded command as his free hand tugged her knees out from beneath her, forcing her to fall down flat on her belly on the bed, her legs still spread wide, giving the audience a clear view of the way Mike's cock continued pumping into her rectal opening. She was no longer kneeling like some kind of bitch in heat. Even if he was fucking her in the ass in front of so many people, there was some modicum of dignity, and she lost the feeling that she was some mindless animal. The roughness of the sheets beneath her, added to the wonderful savage force of his powering cock both swallowed up her quivering body with sensations at the same time, causing her salaciously aroused nerve-endings to tingle with blast after blast of lascivious delight. Because of the way she flatly lay on the ,mattress, she was no longer able to thrust her asscheeks back, while he rammed his staff ever deeper, sinking it to the limit inside her clutching asshole. His hard, hairy pelvis rubbed against the wonderful moons of Ann's ass, and his weight crushed her firm, wobbling breasts all the more solidly into the mattress, flattening them for a brief moment.

Each time he tugged back a little, her rounded asscheeks would spring back to their original shape, then they seemed to felate when he powered the massively throbbing dong deep into the narrowness of her less than dime-size anal opening. All pain had completely vanished, replaced by a mad, insatiable flaming desire, but her dazed conscience was crying, sobbing because she was no longer being punished. She was overwhelmed with an inundation of self-degradation because she was surrendering her body to the lowest form of sexual slavery, and it was being witnessed by a whole crowd of people. Her conscience ached to have her pay for it, but the simple truth was, she knew none of the people in the audience, and they would never see her again after tonight. Her mouth opened as she gasped and sighed, but no one heard her because she was facing away from the audience, an audience that stared at the moving phallus continually powering into her shuddering body. She wanted more, more, much more.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she continually gasped as he kept on nailing the thick length of his wicked cock into the narrowness of her anal passageway. "Shove it in!" she cried out. "Deeper! Make me feel it! Deeper! Doit!"

Her pleading words seemed to pound into his lust-maddened brain, and he began stroking more and more frantically, ramming his cock into her asshole with more and more powerful strokes. Her anal chamber gripped his phallus and squeezed it, all but crushing it, making it vibrate with thrills, He grunted each time her sphincter surrounded the base of his cock, squeezing in an attempt to vacuum his balls inside, as well. All the while his hand remained locked beneath her, the finger continuing to massage the throbbing nubbin of her inflamed and shuddering clitoris.

Ann realized the time had come for her to stop feeling sorry for herself. There was nothing she was able to do as far as fighting this man off. In fact, she didn't really want to fight him off. She loved frenzied fucking, thrilling to the feel of a cock, whether in her cunt, her mouth or in her ass. She had become a total wanton slave to the demands of her screaming body. She was totally naked, wonderfully naked, and the people in front of whom she was on display thought she was good-looking enough so that they had applauded when Reffizo had shown her nakedness to them. Suddenly she felt uninhibited. She was a person alone, unable to expect help from anyone and all she would be able to salvage from this was the feeling she was getting as the hard cock continued ravaging her helples rectum.

Refizzo felt his throbbing penis moving very easily through her narrow elastic interior anal tunnel. He had really opened up this tight orifice, at least for the moment, but he had no doubt it would shrink right back to its former size once his cock was withdrawn. That was what had happened with the two young chicks he had ass-fucked. It was his own oozing fluids that helped his stiff cock ease its way back and forth in her shuddering tunnel.

Totally out of control with the maddening urges shooting through her, the lady's slender pillarly thighs tightened, and her calves jerked up vertically on either side of the fucking scoutmaster, her heels kicking back, urging him to fuck her all the more deeply. Her thighs twitched and trembled, loosening her ravaged asshole even more permitting the depraved and sodomizing Refizzo to slam another crushing, walloping blow against the wonderfully shuddering balloons of her helpless rear, driving every last inch of thrusting penis all the way into the ravaged depths of her colon.

She sighed, feeling the thrilling pressure shooting through her obscenely aroused loins, gasping out loud, groaning her delight. It felt so wonderful she hoped he would never stop.

Feeling marvelously helpless, aroused by the continual thrust of his pummeling penis into her defenseless rectum, Ann told her conscience that even without the pain, she was receiving some kind of just punishment. What in the world was more degrading than to be used this way by a man she hated and in front of witnesses? She lay flat on her belly, her white, perspiring asscheeks trying to hump all the higher into the air while he continued slamming his massively aching phallic prong into her seething rear channel with the crazed power of a Great Dane in heat.

Back! she snapped her buttocks as she moved! Back!

Back! Side to side! Fuck that cock faster! Faster! Harder!

Her commands were to her frenzied hips as she continued writhing like a trapped snake on the bed to the cheering yells of the audience, and it all aroused the fucking scoutmaster that much more.

"Fuck me!" she screamed, her cry drowned out by the roar of the people watching as they yelled encouragement to the man fucking her ass. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me like the bitch I am! Fuck me as I deserve to be fucked!"

Pressure was building in two places at once-in the clitoris that his finger was massaging with such violence, and in her rectum as his cock continued pounding in and out of the back channel. There was going to be two orgasms in her body, and they would strike at the same time, melting into a single climax, so that she was certain her body would explode with sensation. Yes, she was going to come in her ass-something she would have never believed possible until just now. It was building higher and higher, and she was wriggling totally out of control, feeling the sensation coming ... coming ... coming ... NOW!

"EEEYYYYAAAII AAHHGGG HHHAA OOHH-HHNN WWWWAAAAHH AHHHG IIIIEEE RR-RHHHGGG UUMMMMMM UUMMM NNNGGHH GGOODDD NNUUNNN KKAAAHHGG!" she shrieked, bellowing so loud she was heard above the cheering throng as the pressure within her, the swelling balloon of uncontrollable rapture enlarged within her and burst its ultimate release through her tensed and aching vaginal muscles, while sizzling arcs of stormy lightning blasted through her rectal nerve endings at the same moment.

The sensations within her were exploded hydrogen bombs of wanton gasping, and her crime, as well as the punishment she deserved for having initially committed such an evil was completely blotted out as she spasmd repeatedly over and over, jerking, twitching, shuddering, flailing about on the bed, throwing her arms this way and that as her legs helplessly jerked out. White electricity slashed through her aching body, tearing at her tender brain. Her convulsing torso snapped again and again like a bullwhip, and soon the crowd roared with each convulsion as the brutal climax crashed through her to the very core, flooding all of her at once with its overpowering marvelousness.

The hot juices in her empty vagina began flowing heavily out of her, running over her labia, against her thighs, and onto the bedsheets below, dripping all over the fingers he was constantly pressing into her clitoris. The flow kept on pouring out, greasing his hand right to the wrist.

Mike Refizzo felt the smooth, oily burning fluid pour from her twitching, snapping vaginal lips, and he realized that she had enjoyed some kind of climax-something that hadn't happened with the two young girls he had assfucked. Good! It'd make things that much easier, because whether Ann realized it or not, he wasn't done with her, not by a long shot. Hell, no! They had a whole late night of fucking ahead of them-them in this case referring to Ann, Refizzo, and others who would be joining in for the next round. Hell! His performing here tonight was his free passport into this club for a whole year after this, where he would be able to watch and participate when other men brought various women. Some men brought their wives, but Mike Refizzo had the good sense to bring a woman he didn't really care about.

Then he stopped thinking as he unleashed his own flood into the narrow trap of her ass, filling her colon with semen. He thrust his cock in and out the entire time.