Chapter 3

Judy slept soundly, very soundly the entire night. Gonz had known she would, and thought he had hidden her clothes, he hadn't bothered locking any doors in case she might awaken before him. There were no worries on that account. He awoke the next morning at a little after eight, and Judy was still asleep. Fine, except for the fact that his cock was aching and if he didn't bury it in her shortly, he'd die of pain from what was known as azure testicles. He showered, his erection refusing to diminish in size, and then toweled himself dry. He returned to the bedroom, still totally naked, in time to see Judy awaken.

At first the young woman had no idea where she was, nor was she able to understand why she felt so lazily good. Lord! She felt wonderful. It was the most singularly magnificent feeling she had ever known. She remembered Debbie, her sister, telling her about such feelings ...

Suddenly she remembered what had happened the previous night, and looking around realized she was not in her own bedroom. Sitting up, pulling her covers up around her naked breasts, she stared at the equally naked Gonz and said, "My parents!!! I haven't been home. They'll know ... my God! They'll know."

"They'll know nothing," Gonz assured her. "I phoned them last night and took care of everything after you fell asleep."

"After I fell asleep? Goodness, do you mean you ... while I was asleep???"

"Hell, no, I don't go in for things like that, honey. I want you wide awake when the time comes for me to perforate that hymen of yours, which I intend doing this morning, right after you make use of the bathroom facilities."

"What kind of a monster are you?" she asked.

"I'm a real son of a bitch, honey. You see, this time there isn't going to be a fight. This time you're going to do precisely what I want you to do. You'll do everything short of actually inviting me to do it, because I'm not the kind of guy who's sadistic enough to force you to do that."

"You must be insane," Judy snapped.

"Go ... go to the bathroom and do whatever you have to and we'll talk about it after we put some breakfast into you. I don't like fucking on an empty stomach."

Judy went to the bathroom and took care of all her needs, including a long, hot shower with the hope of washing Stan Gonz's mouth from her vaginal interior, though by rubbing herself there she did remind herself of the wonderful orgasm she had enjoyed the previous night. It might have been wicked, but it was wonderful ... a whole lot more wonderful than Debbie, her sister, had said.

When she was finished, she emerged from the bathroom with a fluffy white towel wrapped around her. Gonz had ordered breakfast from the coffee shop, downstairs, and it had been brought up. Judy followed the smell of coffee into the large eat-in kitchen. Though she was certain she wouldn't be able to eat a thing, the moment she sat down her stomach began rumbling, and she realized for some unaccountable reason she was ravenous. She ate the eggs and bacon and bread and butter, wolfing everything down after which she washed her throat with three cups of coffee.

When breakfast was over, they went into the living room and sat on the couch where everything had happened, the previous night.

"Now I suppose you'll rape me," she said, almost casually.

"Though the prospect is very appealing," Gonz sneered, "I like my cunt willing, which is what you are going to be in fifteen minutes, once the food starts settling."

He put on some FM music and they listened in silence for almost twenty minutes. Then he turned off the high fidelity stereo set, and said, "Okay, Judy, it's time."

"I won't go willingly," she insisted.

"Judy," he told her, "you know what kind of power I have in the union."

"It doesn't affect me in any way," she insisted. "I can always get a job elsewhere."

"You won't," he told her. "You'll see. But that's not the point. Your father is three years away from retirement. If I get him fired, he'll have no pension, no union pension, and he'll be too old to start all over again. So you see, either you fuck, or your daddy gets fucked—figuratively, of course. I'm not going to waste any more time, honey. I'm going into the bedroom and I'll wait exactly three minutes for you. Your clothes are on the shelf in the hall closet. You can get dressed and leave, but once you walk out that door, you take daddy's job with you. Or you can walk into the bedroom and get the fucking of a lifetime. I have no time to fool around any longer." He turned and walked into the bedroom, and Judy sat there, stunned. She knew Gonz was cruel enough to do as he said. He was cruel enough to do precisely what he'd said he'd do, and though it really wouldn't be her fault, Judy knew she'd be blaming herself from then on.

Slowly, reluctantly, she got to her feet, knowing she really had no choice at all. She walked into the bedroom where Gonz lay sprawled on the bed, his penis as long, thick, and hard as ever. Not once had it softened during the time they had eaten and talked.

"All right," Judy murmured, hanging her head. "You win."

"Of course I win," he nodded as she removed the towel. "I always win. I'm Stan Gonz."

Naked, she went to him and lay on the bed beside him. He smelled of the same deodorant soap she had used in the shower. She was thankful for that much, anyway. Gonz began by kissing her lips, her cheeks, and her eyelids. She lay there, determined not to respond. Even if she had to fuck, as he put it, there was no law that said she had to enjoy it. He kissed her stomach, kissed her thighs, and even her pubis, and Judy automatically parted her legs, even though she didn't want to do so. Her body remembered too much, damn it all. Her body wanted more of what she'd had the night before. But Stan Gonz had enjoyed his fill of her vagina the previous night and had no intention of eating what Judy would one day come to know as "hair pie" for dessert, now.

"You're wet, already," he whispered. "That's good, Judy, that's very good. Shows you're a very responsive young lady. I knew you would be. You'll respond whether you like it or not."

His fingers slipped between her sodden vaginal lips and he began palpating her clitoris, feeling it swell and enlarge in spite of the woman's attempts to shut her mind to what was happening. When he pressed the little bud more firmly, she gasped an involuntary, shuddering sigh, and more of her vaginal oils spurted out and washed his hand.

"You're ready," he assured her. "Hell, you're as ready as you'll ever be. So just relax and keep those thighs apart, honey. It'll be a lot less painful if you do as I say."

Judy was crying, tears pouring strongly down her cheeks, but she lay back, arms and legs spread wide as Gonz climbed on top of her. He looked down, gripped his throbbing phallus, and began poking it between her thighs, pressing it against her shudderingly coral lips. Judy opened her eyes when she felt the rubbery head contacting her labia, and she saw Stan Gonz's face staring directly into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her firmly on the mouth, very savagely. She tasted the want in his kiss, and though she tried fighting it, she felt her own body shuddering with needful desire, as well.

Gradually, very, very gradually, he applied pressure, and Judy felt an awesome male solidity where there had only been wet softness the night before. She was about to be, as Gonz had so crudely put it, fucked. Heaven help her. Why had she not been able to foresee this man's lasciviousness? Surely there must have been a way to avoid this unpleasantness. Why was this horrible man, whom she had come to hate, being allowed to penetrate that most intimate temple of her body? The thought dismayed her even more, and as he pressed, she tensed, preparing for the pain she knew had to come. Debbie, her sister, had been insistent about detailing her own defloration, and though she hadn't wanted to listen at the time, Judy was now glad she did. She was all set to experience the hurt she knew had to come.

Instantly then, as she felt the spongy firmness and solidity of his pulsatingly throbbing heatedly hard penis against her trembling vaginal lips, she suddenly gasped and shoved against the man's chest, saying, "Mr. Gonz, do what you want, but don't make me pregnant. Not even that is worth my father's job."

"You won't have one," Gonz told her. "Though I may be potent, I learned a long time ago I'm very sterile. I had a doctor check me out. Though my balls are good for keeping my voice masculine and growing a lotta hair all over my body, there are just no sperm cells to be reproduced. I'm the last of the Gonzes, honey. So I fuck enough to make up for all the ones that'll never come along. You'll never become pregnant, you sweet bitch."

Judy shuddered and forced herself to calm down. All right, she thought, totally resigned to what was going to happen. I don't want this, I don't want this man inside me, but there's no way of avoiding it. She did her best to relax and tried forcing herself to loosen her muscles, but her stomach muscles had tightened, and she was afraid she'd get a cramp and then Gonz would believe she was trying to make another excuse. She breathed deeply, and felt her stomach starting to relax, and was certain she had succeeded in calming down—until the massive crimson head of Gonz's penis began rubbing against her clitoris, and she instantly tightened up again. Little by little, very slowly, very carefully Gonz began gentle up and down movements with the tip of his throbbing organ, rubbing it through the crack of her vaginal slash, lubricating his penis on her slippery emissions. Now a tentative probe, the knob of the phallus parting her inner lips just a little bit. It pushed, and the tip was inside her inner lips. No pain, yet. Surprise! It was supposed to hurt the first time according to Debbie, but no hurt—yet. No, no, this wasn't the least bit painful, though she did feel a little stretching discomfort. In spite of the little irritability there wasn't anything to really annoy her. On the contrary, it was feeling good, really good.

Gonz contented himself with gently moving the penile head up and down, thrusting the tip in and out of her moistly slippery furrow. Against her will, and against all her inner struggling, Judy found herself becoming excited and heatedly aroused. This evil man seemed to know all the right things to do to make her feel good. Inwardly she was starting to glow and glimmer, and heated desire was starting to well up again, just as it had when his tongue had slurped through her. The mere thought of what was going to happen chilled her, but remembrances of what his tongue had done the night before kept her vagina all sodden and juicy. His moving, solid flesh, rubbing both up and down and in and out of her inner lips felt like the restless pacing of an anxious tiger preparing to crouch in order to spring on its helpless victim. Again and again it rubbed up and down in her helplessly narrow vaginal slit.

Judy's labia were quivering, but not with fear. Though her own mind was shuddering, her body was asking for more, recalling the wonder of the man's licking tongue. The pressure was maddening to her.

"Like it, honey?" Gonz asked. "Yeah, you do. Know something? I think I wanna hear you beg for it, after all. Come on, Judy, make the boss happy. Beg me for my cock. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

"N-No," Judy insisted. "I'd never do such a disgusting thing."

"Remember, daddy's job is on the line, honey. Come on, now. Beg, just a little, and use some nice, dirty four-letter words, just to make me happy."

Although she would never admit it openly, knowing this entire sordid business was shameful and terrible, Judy realized her body did want the man inside her. She wanted to be filled with him ... to see if what Debbie had told her was true. But to beg? How low did she have to sink?

"Beg!" Gonz insisted.

"P-Please do it to me," she said without feeling.

"You can do better than that. Come on, Judy."

"All right, damn you, fuck me, you rotten bastard."

"That's better, but with less hate and more desire. Come on, Judy. You can do it. Make me feel good, and I promise I'll make you feel good."

"Fuck me!" she gasped, ashamed for saying it, and more ashamed that she really meant it. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"That's the girl. More! I want to hear more!"

He continued the maddening tease of pushing his penis slowly in and out of her vagina; a little bit in, a little bit out. There was no reason to hurry, and certainly no reason to worry.

"Must I?" she sobbed, the tears pouring down her cheeks.

"Don't break the spell," he insisted. "Come on, sweetie, say those words that'll make old Stan a happy man."

"F-Fuck me!" she said again, shuddering, knowing more than he did how much she meant it, also knowing how vile and evil all this contemptible business was. "Fuck my c-cunt. Give me all of your c-c-cock. Push it in, hard and sure."

Stan Gonz kissed her, and Judy responded, kissing him back, wrapping her arms around him, unable to stop herself.

"You're one helluva girl, Judy," he whispered with their lips still mucilaged together, and he slowly pushed inward just the littlest bit more, until another inch of cock was lodged in the heated hall of her shuddering cunt. That was when Judy began feeling true discomfort, and yet ... it felt wonderful. Her vagina was stretching ... she felt it. The thick penis was too broad for her, but her body was opening to accept it. She was wondering why he was hesitating when he eased back a little and remained where he was, with his penis lodged solidly in the entrance of her vagina, and it rubbed up and down again and again. The pain was gone, and she found herself moving with him, actually cooperating in her own forced defloration. Excitement was building in her all over again as was the lust written all over his face. She was getting used to the thickness of his penis, and she realized her vagina would stretch to accept his throbbing thickness, after all. A moan filled her throat, and though she was ashamed of herself for thinking it, she knew, deep down, she wanted it all inside her, even though she hated the man attached to it. She wanted to feel everything.

Her breath coming in heavily short pants, she spread her thighs even wider, raising her knees.

"Good girl!" he told her. "Now listen to me. I know you're a virgin, so you have a choice. I can keep on going slow and easy, and this'll drag things out for a good fifteen minutes to a half hour, or I can plunge right in, break your cherry, and get the pain over and done with in a hurry. You tell me."

"F-Fast," she gasped. "Fast and hard ... shove it all the way in. Do it, already damn you and get the pain over with."

He pulled his ass back a little the tip of his penis barely inside her trembling little hole, then he took a deep breath and crammed it forward, driving the entire length into her until his testicles slapped against her asscrack.

"Eeeeeee yyyyyy aaaaaagg gggghhhh-hh!!" Judy screamed, a searing white lance of agonized torture bursting through her. She felt she had been torn apart by a thunderbolt of energy that was pure pain. Great God! This was her punishment for having consented to this vile happening. She had to be dying the pain was so totally overpowering and inundating. Nothing, but nothing in her entire life had been this agonizing, before. Nothing her sister had told her had prepared her for this kind of terrible pain. She shrieked again, and an apprehensive Gonz clamped his hand over her mouth, then removed his hand and smothered her cries with his own lips, kissing her again and again as the jagged lightning of torment became raking little razors, then turned to mere knife-edges of excruciation.

Judy struggled though he threw all his weight on her. She writhed under him, doing her best to throw him off her, kicking and violently squirming as she twisted her body from side to side. She was so violent, she almost did manage to dislodge him, and he had to slam forward to refill her bloodied cunt with his solidly masculine weapon. Her fingernails dug into his back, and she tore great, raking lines through his flesh, as she tried every possible way to tug her vagina away from the impaling fleshdart of agony. Each movement only deepened into her. Finally she lay still and unmoving, her legs flat on the bed, feeling the combination of her lubrication and blood mingling on the covers beneath her buttocks, her muscles as tense as steel cables, her body shuddering like that of a helpless bird picked up after having fallen from its nest.

Except for having to silence Judy's gasping screams, Gonz had forced himself to remain absolutely still with no movement at all since his return to her shuddering cunt. He was buried inside her as far as he was able to go, and to him it felt deep enough to come out her throat. Tears streamed down the terrified girl's lovely face in great profusion. After a moment Gonz lifted his mouth from hers.

"The worst is over," he told her. "This was the best way, believe me. Had I been gentle, we would have been here all morning penetrating your hymen. The pain would have been even more intense, and what's more, it would have been dragged out a lot longer."

"Oh shut up!" she yelled at him, weeping large tears of sorrow for her lost virginity.

"Stop acting like an infant," he snapped. "You damn well knew it had to go sooner or later. Just how many goddamn women do you think are virgins when they get married today? Forget the statistics. The truth is, almost no woman is a virgin when she becomes a bride. Hey, in a way I'm doing you a favor. Look at it this way. If I didn't do this, then your husband would be the guy causing you pain, and that would mean your hating him instead of me. So in a way I'm doing you a big favor."

"Thanks a heap," she snapped. "It's a good thing you're sterile or next you'd be doing me the favor of siring children on me ahead of time, to save my future husband—whoever he maybe—the trouble."

"See," Gonz told her. "You still have your sense of humor. Come on, Judy. That lousy little ribbon of hymen had to go sometime. So I'm the lucky guy who got it. Hell! If there'd been some way for me to take it out intact and have it bronzed, that's just what I would have done."

"Don't be more disgusting than you already are," she told him.

"That's my girl. If it makes you feel good to insult me, you just go right ahead and do it."

"Oh, you son of a bitch," she said, sniffling.

"Look, I didn't want to cause you this pain. It's an unfortunate part of the process known as cherry busting."

"All right, all right," she snapped back at him. "Finish this so I can go find another job."

"Don't be ridiculous," he told her. "You're staying on as my secretary."

"So you can-do this to me again?"

"Stop being a horse's ass. I could threaten you with the taking of your father's job if you didn't fuck again, even if you did leave. So stick around and at least make some decent money. Jesus! You go to work somewhere else, you'll be doing eight times the work for half the money, and you know it."

Hell! He was right. Her virginity was gone forever. There was no way to regain it. She might just as well keep the job. He was also right about using her father's job as a threat to lay her any time he so wished. So now she was a secretary and a whore, as well. There had to be a way out of this. If there was, she'd find it.

The pain was now lessening in her body. She was able to feel the thickness of his penis stretching her walls without additional agony tearing through her.

Gonz's cock involuntarily twitched, making her aware he was still buried inside her. Hell! There was no question about that, was there! Earlier, when she had inwardly felt she had wanted it all inside her, she'd had no idea what that had truly meant. Well she had it all, all right, and now she knew what it meant. She sure as hell knew what it meant. The man was deep, and there was no way on earth for him to go deeper. Hell! If his penis was a yard long he wouldn't be able to go deeper. There were an awful lot of heatedly hard inches attached to him now buried inside her, pulsing away like a second heart against her inner womb. There was still some pain, but it was a mere echo of her earlier torment. Her vagina was crammed with the thickness of the organ and stretched, it seemed, to capacity.

Or was it?

Without realizing it at first she felt one inwardly sympathetic and eager little muscle starting to twitch in her vagina. Each time her muscle twitched, Gonz's penis responded with a shuddering throb. The solidly muscular shaft took the lead, pulsating repeatedly, and her vagina responded with a shuddering vaginal contraction which brought an unexpected gasp of pleasure from the man. Somewhere inside her, in her shuddering depths, in the very bottom of her vagina, she felt inner cuntal muscles automatically coming into play, moving against the pulsating head of his throbbing cock. Yes ... yes ... she felt it ... felt all of it ... all of him, and it was starting to feel nice. The throbbing part of this animal that was buried in her was building all those nice, wonderful sensations Debbie had talked about. God! It felt so warm, so sensational, so wonderfully good. So many thrilling sensations were building up down there. It was the very center of her shuddering being. She even felt his stiff pubic hairs as well as the wiry hairs on his wrinkled scrotum tickling her anus, and the sensation was suddenly very, very pleasurable.

Without realizing it, Judy began experimenting with inner muscle movement—mostly the muscles in her vaginal tunnel and in the clenching cheeks of her buttocks and inner thighs, She lifted her knees again and dug her heels into the bed, then dipped her pelvis and she felt his hard rod slide an inch out of her. Whoops! That hurt, just a little.

Stan Gonz smiled, enjoying her movement. Hell! He was willing to let her take the initiative ... at least for the moment. She gingerly pushed up with her pelvis and she felt his thick lance burrow back into her again, like a sword pushing into its scabbard. Did that hurt? It was a question now, no longer a definitive statement of fact. Suddenly she decided it really didn't hurt. Oh there was a bit of discomfort, but all the pain was gone, and because the pain was gone she was starting to feel some good things. Oh yes, yes, yes! Once again she dipped her pelvis and Gonz's cock slowly withdrew, this time about two inches. Then she forgot herself for a moment and eagerly slammed up. "Uuuunnnhhhh!" The grunt involuntarily came from her. Son of a gun, it hurt again.

Gonz felt it was time for him to take over.

Putting pressure on his knees and forearms, he pulled back again, and before he was able to push forward, Judy was lifting her pelvis. This time there was no pain. The little two-inch movements continued for a minute or so, each one becoming less painful than the one preceding it until there was not only no pain, but no discomfort. She was lubricating heavily, and the oil mixed with the blood from her broken hymen to form an especially viscous oil, and she discovered she was able to handle thrusts of three inches. Slowly now ... and very gently. Thrust—withdrawal, thrust—withdrawal, thrust—withdrawal ... three and a half inches ... four inches ... four and a half inches ... easy, easy, easy.

Judy felt her body returning to life. There were inner feelings of far-off ecstasy as reverberations began burning through her, making her breasts and upper abdomen shudder. The pulsating metronome of her employer's throbbing penis was moving in and out of her in time to a vibrating rhythm only the pair of them were able to hear. Now almost all the pain was gone. There was a velvet wonderfulness now deep inside her womb, and it was electric. The sensation feeling grew until the electricity arced its way across nerve-endings and ganglions to short out her center of reason and sanity in a shower of sparkling shudders. Nothing mattered now but man and woman—penis and vagina. The young woman began wildly spinning her hips in a circular motion as her buttocks thrust up and down around that marvelous instrument of thrilling delight. Her inner vagina was once again moving with a mind of its own—paying fealty to the masterful shillelagh battering into it. Her vaginal muscles surrounded, enfolded, and enclosed the throbbing penis, caressing and massaging it, not wanting to let it leave her for even an instant. She was being soundly and roundly fucked. She was being fucked. Though she hated this man for visiting all the horror and pain on her and creating all kinds of misgivings in her, she loved what she was feeling. God forgive her but it felt so good. Her vagina was hungrily attempting to devour his throbbing penis. It did more than merely engulf it. The inner muscles were squeezing it like chewing teeth. Her inner body was attempting to pull his entire body inside her own being through the tiny little opening between her thighs.

The throbbing cadence increased, and Stan Gonz's penis began pulling out to its entire length before slamming right back into the new home within this lovely woman's body, filling her wet inner caverns with its entire self. Judy sensed what was happening inside her. She was almost able to visualize it, even though she had never seen anything like it, before. In her mind there was the sight of thin, soft pink ridges that were her inner vaginal lips clinging lovingly, puckeringly to the heavily long and thick penis as it withdrew while she was screwing her buttocks into the mattress. Then there was the re-entry—that fiery thrusting from a cold and lonely outer space—pushing the soft folds of her shuddering vagina back into her. The man's glistening penis, like a round, all-white Roman candle with a red top continued spearing into the warm depths of her shuddering vaginal maw, thrusting deep into her throbbing interstice.

Now Stan took complete charge of all that was happening between the two of them. It was, after all, his show. She was happy to let him do so. Pain was forgotten now. It no longer existed. There was no pain on earth capable of making headway against the exquisite velvetiness building up inside her. Like a matador with his whirling cape, his movements were expertly pinpointed and aimed at guiding her to a point she had intuitively been seeking all her life without realizing it. She was coming closer, closer, but still not close enough. Her body thrust harder, begging Stan Gonz on to deeper, even more rapid thrusts. Her hands reached forward, her nails sinking into his buttocks as she wantonly pulled him deeper into her.

Good God! There was that oncoming feeling again. It was at least as powerful, if not more powerful than the sensation she had felt the previous night when she had thrilled to the pressure of the man's tongue thrusting through her. She felt it mounting higher and higher, and even if she had wanted to stave it off, which she didn't, she would not have been able to do so. Her body seemed to be taken over by some overpowering, outside force, and her upward thrusts became more and more urgent. Her mouth was half-open in a grimace of lust-filled wantonness and ecstasy. Her tongue was pressing so solidly against the edges of her lower teeth it. was starting to bleed. Her breasts continued wobbling, the nipples, previously richly pink now blood-filled and a deep red, standing so far out they looked ready to fall off. The first far-off rumblings of a powerful earthquake began quivering in her shuddering womb. Now she was literally hurling herself against Stan Gonz's penis, a marling attempting to dislodge the hook that was spiked into her. It was building ... building ... building ... it was now.

"Now!" she gasped, and her back curved like an English longbow, arching up off the mattress, and her thighs and knees, like powerful vises, clamped around his rear and thighs. Her hands reached beneath her and she grabbed for Stan Gonz's dangling testicles, rubbing it seethingly against the anal pucker between her buttocks as if trying to actually stuff his balls into her rectal cavity.

"Uuuuunnnnggghhhh!!! Haaannnnggghhhhh! EEEEEEYYYYY ... AAAIIIIIII ... YYYAAAA GGGGHH HHHHH ... AAAARRRR GGGGG HHHHH ... OHHHH HHHHH ... I ... UUUUUUUU HHHHHH ... FFEEE EEEEL LLLLLLLLL ... ITTT TTTT ... "

Judy threw herself back on the bed and her body began twitching uncontrollably. Her feet and lower legs began to pound unmercifully against the mattress, and she made loud gasping noises feeling as if her tongue had lodged in her throat.

The thrilling convulsions of sexual pleasure continued, the young woman felt an exaltation that was more powerful than any religious fervor she had ever known. Lust raged in her nerves, her muscles, the very pores of her flesh. Above everything the thought reached her that her sister was right. If she was able to feel this way with a man she detested, how much more wonderful and beautiful would this be with a man whom she might love. Now, for the first time she began to understand Debbie's fervent lust for this. She was wrong believing nothing would equal the sensation she had been enjoying for a moment later she bellowed, "EEEEE YYYYYAAA ... RRRR RGGGG HHHHHHHH!!" and she heaved her hips up more violently as a second orgasm shivered through her trembling body. While she was in the throes of this second climax, she felt Gonz's penis swelling inside her. It filled her throbbing cunt like a swelling balloon, hot and hard, continuing to expand. Then it began throbbing, and then there was a liquid explosion inside her.

"COMMMMM MIIIIII NNNNNGGGGG ... EEEE YYYYO OOWWWWWWW ... HAAA NNNNG GGGGG ... GGGG HHHHHHH ... GGGHHHHHA AAAAA ... RRRGG GGHHHH HHHHH ... "

He was blasting into her vagina with pulsing regularity.

Though she knew, even in the throes of orgasm, that all this was wrong, she ached to know what it felt like to have a man come inside her, and so she wordlessly encouraged him, thrusting her body higher, clinging more tightly with her thighs, gripping him with her hands, in essence surrounding him as a spider would a helpless fly, and she felt the first heated spurts as his ejaculation began spewing into her. Her vagina instinctively squeezed the throbbing instrument, sucking at it, draining the whitish oil bursting from it, straining to pull it all into her. His spurtings were white-hot lava completely filling her female cavity, and when his volcano continued to erupt, the molten flow was spilling out of her pinkly quivering quim, flowing down her crevice into her anal crevice, spreading across the bounding white mounds of her buttocks, washing them with its heat. The feel of the sperm inside her was almost as thrilling as her own orgasm, and she enjoyed the slipperiness of it against her belly, her buttocks, and her thighs.

Little by little the steel rod deflated like a balloon with the air let out, and when Stan Gonz would have pulled out, Judy clenched her vaginal lips tightly shut, refusing to allow him to exit. She didn't want to lose this feeling, and once the penis was out of her, the thrilling sensation would be gone.

Gonz made her relax, then withdrew his limp cock. He was tempted to have her lick it off, but at the last second changed his mind. She was content for the moment, and he wanted to keep her that way. Plenty of time for everything else, later.