Chapter 5
After eliciting a promise from her mother to reconsider her rigid attitude regarding marital relations, Priscilla departed for Lincoln in the family limousine, first warning Zoltan that she would stand for no further "monkey business," whatever that meant.
Not once did she speak to him on the way there, and very little during the course of her shopping spree. Everything that caught her imagine in the way of clothes she bought, be it a sheer bikini panty for eighty-nine cents or a pair of sable pants for fifteen hundred dollars. What the heck, the parents were paying for it, weren't they? seemed to be her prevailing attitude as she blitzed Brandeis and other expensive department stores. Greedy sales clerks with rapt smiles and distended nostrils steered her toward high-priced garments she bought instantly. The customer of their dreams had suddenly appeared out of the hinterlands to pad their profit margin considerably for the month of August. Both sides, however, thoroughly enjoyed the binge. They loved to sell, and she loved to buy. It was as simple as that.
Zoltan ambled after her as she went hog wild over clothes, faintly disgusted with the whole thing. Accompanying someone who can afford anything on a shopping spree can be most exasperating for one who cannot. Why does she have it when I don't? was the thought running through his brain, coterminous with: How come she's so cold with me when yesterday she seemed hot to trot? Could it be my breath? No, I used mouthwash this morning. Maybe it was something I said, or did during the course of our carnal escapade yesterday. Perhaps I should apologize, but for what?
Occasionally, out of curiosity perhaps, she would wave a costly item of merchandise under his nose and ask his opinion of it. Usually he would nod his head and mumble "very nice" or something equally noncommittal. As if she cares what I really think, the little snob. Ell fix her fanny on the way home, just you wait and see!
The day's purchases complete, at a cost of some ten thousand dollars-all on Daddy's account naturally. (After all, he could well afford the expense. She had Zoltan head the heavily loaded limousine for home, first making a cursory tour of the town during the course of which she saw such highlights as the state capital and the Hotel Cornhusker.
It was during the journey back to Hog City that Zoltan made up his mind. Watching Priscilla bend over in her ultra short mini-dress all day had been exasperating indeed, and now seeing the same salacious sight through the ubiquitous rear view mirror, was more than an ordinary mortal could endure. Zoltan, being partial to the pleasures of the flesh, was no exception. Even if earlier she had given him the cold shoulder. God knows why after his splendid performance the day previous-he desired her with every ounce of his horny, Hungarian soul. So affected was he by her delicious beauty that his driving became erratic. Several times he had close calls because he let his eyes linger a shade too long on the rear view mirror and strayed across the center line. Better watch that, he mused, after an angry "semi" driver blew his air horn at him, or I might get myself killed.
"Zoltan, will you please pay attention to what you're doing?" she shrieked at him like an angry gull. Everybody seemed to be angry with him. Even he was angry with himself. How can I call myself a man if I let a little girl boss me around?
Vowing to restore his sagging virility, he searched the side of the road for a place to ravish her. I'll teach her to treat me like I'm a piece of shit, you bet I will! I'm just as good as she is, even better! She doesn't know what it's like to suffer I do. I'll show her she can't look down her nose at me, I really will!
"Zoltan. why are you turning off the road? This isn't the way to Hog City. Zoltan, will you please answer me this instant!"
"Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!"
"If you think you'll gel away with this, buster, you're sadly mistaken! Not only will I have you fired, I'll sic the cops on you for rape!"
"Sure you will," he sneered, a superior look on his face.
"Just try me."
"I fully intend to." He slammed on the brakes, backed up with squealing tires and turned down a side road.
Here we go again, she sighed. Why did I ever give into him yesterday? It only encouraged him to go further. Mother is right, he is a vile seducer. Never can trust these foreigners, you really can't.
Parking the plush lime in a deserted spot, Zoltan leaped outside and made his way to the rear door. Just like yesterday, it was locked. Priscilla sneered at him through the tinted glass which he was on the verge of breaking, he was so frustrated. Despite all the fatuous blandishments he heaped on her. she remained adamant.
"No, a thousand times no!" she mouthed at him silently, from the other side of the window.
Then he realized what a ninny he had been. Of course! Why didn't I think of it before? I'm the chauffeur, am I not? Then I have the necessary keys to unlock this damned door. He sauntered casually back to the front seat, sat down and slyly removed the key ring from the dashboard, thinking, Priscilla will think I have given up, but I haven't.
Then, moving with lightening speed, he rushed back and shoved the key in the lock before she could countermand him by keeping her finger firmly on the inside lock. Before she knew what was happening, he had the door open and was dragging her outside.
"Unhand me, you, you HUNGARIAN!" Under the circumstances, it was the best she could come up with.
Ignoring her outburst, he dragged her through the dust until he found an appropriate patch of grass. There he hurled her on her back and fell upon her with frantic affection, covering her with kisses of conquest.
Desperately she fought him, but to no avail. His blood was up and nothing short of a battery of Russian tanks could stop him. To strip her of her armor, he ripped off her mini-dress, which was appropriately of a virginal white. Underneath she wore a training bra and sheer bikini panties. Through the latter he could sec her blonde puff. The sight was almost more than he could endure, she was so delectable. He had to have her, even if they sent him to the penitentiary for thirty years. Skinny as she was, she was the sexiest piece of tail he had ever seen.
So scared was she that she found she couldn't even scream, instead emitting a series of squeaks he found rather amusing.
"Is that your mating call I hear issuing from your lips, my lovely? It's no wonder you're still a virgin if that's all the louder you can call your lover." He smiled wickedly, obviously savoring his imminent triumph over the quivering girl as he unbuttoned the fly of his pants.
Standing over her prone torso with stiff cock at the ready, he waved it at her face; the series of shadows cast across her eyes proved almost mesmerizing.
Seeing the way she stared at his undulating dick, he said, "So you want it, do you? Soon your request shall be granted, my lovely, very soon."
He got down on his knees, blew her a kiss, and began the blissful project of her seduction. First he tore off her panties, then her training bra until she lay bare and shivering on the squashed-down blades of tall grass. An occasional burr in her behind caused her to tremble with a combination of discomfort and fright.
"Oh, please, Zoltan, won't you reconsider? I'll give you anything as soon as I turn eighteen. I promise not to tell Daddy about this, I really do!"
"Shut up, cunt, before I hit you!" He raised his hand in a threatening gesture until she was silent. Then he took hold of her by the neck and brought her lips flush against his. He kissed her fervently, thrusting the stiffened shard of his tongue far down her frightened throat. Although she resisted at first, soon she was kissing him back, their liquid tongues entwined in exciting interplay.
He broke off to gloat, "So you like it, eh, little girl?"
She answered him with a spit in the eye. As he was wiping it off with his ubiquitous handkerchief, he wryly remarked, "It's good to sec you have spirit, Priscilla, it means you have a strong sex drive. You are aroused, no?" He touched her tittie, teasing the tiny, rosebud nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it grew rigid, then bent down and bussed the luscious carmine tip with tender affection. Her slender chest began heaving deeply as he bit ever so gently against the risen nipple.
He moved downward to the snowy whiteness of her silky, smooth tummy, describing the delicious perimeter of her navel with his avaricious tongue, the lip of which sank briefly therein before departing for her nether lands.
Grasping her girlish thighs, he pried them apart and then planted his puckered lips full upon her luscious pussy, the pink surface of which already shone with a glistening sheen of arousal.
While printing a long, hot, lingering kiss on her moist, coral lips, he savored the musky smell of her muff. The best perfumes of Paris couldn't compare with the erotic effect of the heavy odor across her pussy. Zoltan found himself frightfully aroused by its salty-sweet taste and intoxicating aroma.
Equally excited beyond measure by his tongue's proximity to her pussy, Priscilla followed the time-honored advice to rape victims-she laid back and enjoyed it. Realizing that further resistance was futile, she entwined her pliant limbs around Zoltan's neck and wouldn't let go until satisfied.
Near drowning in her lubricious loins, he hurried to bring her hot, wet box to a speedy orgasm before his breath ran out. Feverishly, he flailed at her furry female parts with the tip of his skilled tongue, turning her on so much she mewed like a cat in heat. Soon her steaming cunt began to contract wildly as climax came in a delightful series of spasms. The lip-washed loins exploded with unleashed passion that caused a heavy discharge of slime into the little love slit that Zoltan sucked so hungrily. How he loved the taste of cunt grease!
If only I could season my food with this flavor, he mused, I'd gorge myself until I grew as fat as Harry.
The cunnilingus a fail accompli, now that Priscilla's climax was complete, Zoltan smacked his lips and girded his loins for the deflowering ahead. Popping that cherry out of there wasn't going to be easy; not that it ever is. Every one he'd ever encountered had proven stubborn. He had several scars on the end of his prick as a result of removing some of them. He particularly remembered one Hungarian virgin whose maidenhead was so monstrous he had to use a broomstick to beat his way through it. He hoped Priscilla's would be easier to dislodge. Just the same, he whacked his dick a few times to firm it up for the endeavor.
Up until the moment he moved its tip against her tiny love slit, Priscilla didn't think he was going to go through with it.
"You're not really going to rape me, are you, Zoltan."
"Not if you relax, I'm not."
"And just what do you mean by that remark."
"It's only rape if you object, and after I ram you a few times. I don't think you're going to, girl."
"And why not?"
"Because you're going to like it, that's why." He smiled, then edged his cocktip into her dewy cleft. After making certain it was aligned right, he began battering away at the firm membrane inside.
"Hey, that hurts!" she protested.
"And it's going to hurt a lot more before we're through." He increased the tempo of his rammings, thereby reducing the poor virgin to tears.
"Soon they'll be tears of joy," he said, after feeling the cherry budge a bit.
"Oh, I hate you, hate you!" she screamed, at the same time beating him about the ears.
"Hit me all you want, girl, I love a pussycat with spirit." He endured her onslaught with a satisfied smile on his salacious lips. Holding her firm, white ass-cheeks in fast embrace, he tore into her tender flesh until he could feel it rend. She uttered a faint shriek of physical anguish as her cherry gave a little, begging him to discontinue the painful project.
"I'll deflower you if it kills me!" he vowed. Once having embarked on such a delightful endeavor, he wasn't about to abandon it at the first sign of adversity. He knew from experience that pain often precedes pleasure, especially when it came to lovemaking. Bracing himself against a nearby log, he lunged into her tiny slit with all his might, causing agonizing pain both to his prick and to her brutalized box. She shrieked for what seemed an interminable time, so awful was the pain emanating from her half-penetrated pussy. It bothered him so much he slapped her face repeatedly until she stopped.
"You're killing me with that goddamned cock of yours!"
"I assure you, very few girls have died from being deflowered, my dear," he said, seeking to allay her fears. Even so, he was beginning to wonder if something weren't organically amiss with this miss-or him. If he'd have known the task was going to be this difficult he might have had second thoughts about embarking on it. Not only was her cunt on the small side (and his cock on the large), but her cherry appeared to be all pit. Nonetheless, he kept at his assigned task, pausing periodically to give himself a rest and restore his sagging strength. At least my pecker hasn't softened, he mused, trying to bolster his studly ego. Just the same, he was beginning to have doubts if she could be ravished, by him or anyone.
"Is something the matter?" asked Priscilla, knowing there was.
"I dunno, but you're sure one helluva hard girl to fuck, honey."
"Maybe that's because I don't want to be. Why should I want to end up pregnant by the-likes of you, Chauffeur?"
"I'll have you know, Miss Nouveau Riche, that I'm descended from one of the eldest families in Europe," he boasted.
"I always thought you looked like a throwback, what with your ape brow and hairy chest."
"Other women more sophisticated than you refer to it as my animal magnetism."
"I'd call it B.O., if you ask me." She giggled, and when she did, her cunt loosened just enough for its cherry to become vulnerable to a venal thrust.
Knowing her defenses were down, now that she was in a spirit of mirth, he seized the heaven-sent opportunity and rammed the fear of the Lord into the startled girl. Before she knew it, her cherry had popped out and blood was bubbling from between her legs.
"My God, I'm dying!" she exclaimed, on seeing the crimson river flowing from her crack. "You've stabbed me with that awful spear of yours!"
"So I have." A look of lecherous pride was on his swarthy face. Another Aryan penetrated How many does this make?
His reverie was interrupted by her screaming, "Zoltan, you degenerate foreigner, you've ruined me for life!"
"I should certainly hope so, I try to do my job right. After I get done with you, you'll be ready to take on any living being with a stiff prick-men, dogs, bulls, maybe even a pig!"
"How dare you discuss sodomy in my presence, you filthy-minded peasant!"
"You mean you've never dreamed of being mounted by an animal? Surely with all the livestock around the place, you've noticed their breeding habits. Maybe even been a little bit envious, eh?" He poked her in the rib.
"I'm proud to be a human being, and I don't intend to sully myself with animals of a lower order."
"You ought to try it sometime, you really should."
"Is that the voice of experience I hear speaking?"
"Although I assure you I'm no expert in the field, I did on more than one occasion mount a particularly attractive sheep back on my uncle's farm in Hungary."
"Somehow I knew you would stoop to such things! And to think that the same stiff prick that got stuck in that ewe is now being stuck in me! I find that disgusting."
"But you seem to like it none the less," he said, feeling her cunt starting to contract around his plunging cock.
"You don't affect me in the least," she lied, feigning frigidity in hope it would discourage any further delvings on his part. Unfortunately for her, he had a few tricks up his sleeve. Although she tried desperately to avoid appearing turned-on, she was in fact terribly aroused by his artful thrusting in her private parts. As he increased his stroke and sank himself into the hilt, she couldn't help but be affected. Her suppressed sighs gave way to passionate grunts as he got her there fast. Excited to madness by his superb screwing, she gave a little scream after every furious thrust of his big dick against her lust-swollen clit. She was soon in the upper reaches of erotic agony. Her slim, sensuous legs wrapped around his waist to make sure he didn't leave her in the lurch. Throwing caution to the wind, her earlier fears of fertilization (as well as the pain of being penetrated) were soon forgotten as she wallowed in the rapture of imminent orgasm. Doing it this way is even better than having him lick my box, she reflected, as she felt the power of her approaching climax.
Similarly affected by the situation was Zoltan, who was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain control over his member as her super-gooey cunt's contractions became more and more pleasurable.
This may be her first time, but she fucks like a pro! Imagine, Zoltan, baby, what shell be like in a few years! She's going to become one of the best, fucks of all lime! I feel privileged just to have mv prick in her pussy, I really do.
"Hey, what'd you slow down for, just when I was on the verge?" she complained. "You quit daydreaming and start diddling, you hear?"
He found it difficult to concentrate on copulating and still keep control over his cock, which was rapidly approaching the bursting state. If only I can hang in there a little longer, he prayed, hoping the Good Lord would intercede in his behalf. "Why fuck a girl if you can't fuck her right," was his motto, and he was struggling to abide by it. Not since his first time had he been so affected by a girl. She was really, as the French say, "La hot stuffee."
Also experiencing inner agony, Priscilla kept waiting for him to come so she could join him in joyful release. She didn't know why, but she couldn't make it unless he did. Unfortunately, he didn't know this, and was diligently attempting to forbear in the face of tantalizing temptation. Finally realizing he wasn't going to come unless she asked him to, she whispered huskily in his ear, "Come baby, pleeease come!"
And come he did, in what seemed like buckets of spurting sperm that inundated Priscilla's pussy. Both of them gasped with flee as their interlocked bodies exploded in simultaneous orgasm. He as well as she felt the thrill of total sexual release and liked it.
Unable to restrain herself, Priscilla screamed at the top of her lungs as her powerful sex drive reached a crescendo. So affected was she by the titanic contractions in her cunt that she clawed bloody furrows down Zoltan's back and squeezed every last drop of semen from his ebbing shaft.
But what made her scream most was not his superb screwing; it was because she suddenly realized they were not alone! For blotting out the sunset was the silhouette of a huge man! The sight, under the present circumstances, was so frightening she again lost her voice.
"Eve seen girls go crazy over an orgasm, but this is ridiculous, he reflected, seeing she had lapsed into a state of shock. It was shortly thereafter that he felt a near lethal blow against the back of his head and went unconscious.