Chapter 8
Gloria Danfield could feel it—there was absolutely no hope left for her now; she clutched the stranger tight in her bare arms now instinctively and his mouth crushed brutally against hers, his tongue poking insistently between her lips as once more he drew his hips back, savoring the agony of the pent-up lust he was emptying from his system, then thrusting home with a savage gouging thrust that again ground their pubic hairs together lasciviously.
"Squeeze those legs tight around me, woman!" he commanded, and she instantly obeyed. His hand painfully crushed the soft bulging curve of her ass-cheek and she gasped in new agony, but her legs were tight like scissors around his back.
"That's more like it," he gasped, "Now I'm going to really show you something. I'm gonna' ream your cunt out better than you've ever had it, bitch!" He stepped up the tempo of his driving lunges deep into her moistly fleshy slit, and the naked woman groaned and squirmed as the agonizing grinding of his raping, ravishing shaft made itself felt deep in her tender, untried depths. Her eyes remained closed, but her nostrils flared and her lips trembled piteously. Suddenly he slowed his attack and tantalizingly drew back until the swollen head of his cock spread the inner, clasping lips of her cunt. Gloria managed a soft cry that was more of a whimper; her eyes opened into the face of her excited, drug-crazed abuser.
"Starting to feel good to you, right, bitch?" he sneered, then suddenly thrust himself home to his sagging, sperm-filled balls and Gloria's body squirmed and twisted from the growing agony of her unfelt desires as they welled and surged like a tempestuous storm deep inside her. His virile, powerful thrusts were taking their toll, and try as she did to keep control, the weakness of her flesh was beginning to win out. God, I can't let this happen! My dear, darling Emory is just beyond those trees and yet this is happening to me! How can it be really happening?
"Never had any, as you say in the States, 'on the side', huh?" His eyes were narrow coal-black slits as he studied her flushed, contorted face, tear-stained and shamed as glistening drops formed on her thick eyelashes and rolled down her streaked, reddened cheeks.
"No, never," she gasped; then, "Please, can't you get it over with?"
"Get it over with! Woman, you promised me a good time, and now you want me to hurry! listen, maybe that kid of yours will be a better fuck!"
"Oh, no! Please ... you don't mean it, do you? I didn't mean it, honest! Ooowwwww, don't do that, please! Don't put your finger in there, it's not right!"
Rafael had slyly inserted his right middle finger up to the second knuckle in the tight, narrow channel between her firmly rounded ass-cheeks and found the virginal cleft of her muscle-ringed anus.
"How about here, ever had it here before?"
"Oh, God, no!" she groaned in humiliation. How could he even think such a despicable thought!? Didn't the Bible say that was sodomy and that it was a sin!
"Oh, please, please ... don't touch me there, please, oh, you're hurting me!" Even as she squirmed and tried vainly to disengage from his maddeningly probing finger in her rectum, Rafael resumed his deep, fierce fucking with renewed energy, cramming himself up into her fearfully cringing cuntal walls with long, smooth strokes inside the quickening, vibrantly pulsing pussy-sheath of his beautiful naked victim writhing helplessly beneath his weight. His left hand still tightly clutched her buttock, squeezing, fondling the softly trembling flesh while his middle finger began to move back and forth inside her tightly constricted asshole just as his lust-swollen prick was pistoning rhythmically inside her quivering cuntal channel. Gloria stared blankly up at the sky through the thinly branched trees, her eyes open but not seeing, and her arms were now suddenly around him, tentatively, cautiously, moving as if they had a mind of their own. And below, her legs had snaked around his virile, bucking hips as her bare feet kicked the air above while his ruthlessly insistent ravishment of her treasured vaginal cleft began to take its inevitable effect ... God, she was starting to respond! She couldn't help herself; deep inside her, strange and wickedly wonderful things were happening, things she couldn't stop, couldn't control. Jesus, what's happening to me?! Am I turning into some kind of sex maniac!?
His middle finger was rapidly gouging inside her wildly quivering rectum, back and forth with the same increasing frequency as his hotly throbbing prick deep inside the tightly-clutching walls of her pussy flesh. Her head snapped from side to side, her lip tipped with a tiny droplet of her own blood as she bit painfully into it in a vain final effort to hold back the surging swell of shameful passion she could no longer control in her tortured belly. Her mouth opened and a long, incessant half-moan escaped her lips, wavering in intensity with each of the muscular Cuban's deep, skewering thrusts, but loud enough for her husband and children to hear as they sat, tied and helpless, only yards away.
"Oooooooohhhhhh, please, p—please," she gasped.
"Come on, woman, shake your ass for me and I will show you what a real man is like!"
Rafael's finger was gouged past the third joint in her quivering asshole and he twisted it like a smaller cock in the tender softness of her back passage, wiggling it inside the taut walls as his prick savagely raided her suddenly eagerly clasping vaginal tunnel, pounding thrust after agonizing thrust deep up into her very womb. He had her just where he wanted her now, whipped and as helpless as if beaten with a whip. And now he'd finish her off! Gloria Danfield lifted her head from the sleeping bag, her eyes glazed as if she were intoxicated, her mouth hanging open wordlessly like she was in shock. But only for a moment, for suddenly ...
"Aaaagggghhhhhh!!!" A shattering scream filled the tropical night, reverberating off the island's trees and carrying far out over the cove's dark waters. There was no stopping her now ... whimpering and sobbing hysterically, uncontrollably, she ground her sharp nails into her attacker's back, slicing his skin in deep, reddening welts as she clawed futilely in the throes of her frantic passion. She suddenly felt herself thrown bodily into the deepest, lewdest pit of depravation and humiliation as her body jerked spasmodically, lost hopelessly in the fury of wild carnal abandon. She grew mad with savage ecstasy as her nails raked his flesh, her legs shifting to clamp him securely to her voraciously grasping, humping loins as she arched up her pelvic plane to meet his last plundering thrusts with every ounce of her strength, then felt herself nearly faint as a shuddering spasm engulfed her as surely as if a wave from the beach had swept over her in a warm gushing tide.
The Cuban's deep, smashing strokes pounded with the last frantic burst of energy left in his lust-tightened loins and he battered her nakedly opened pussy lips with such savagery that her whole body jerked along the sleeping bag with each shattering fuck that seemed to drive far up into her very belly with its vicious intensity.
"Ooooohhhh ... Oooooohhhh! ... OOOOHHHHHH! OH GOD, HELP ME!!!"
Every agonizingly strained muscle in her tortured body suddenly grew slack and she collapsed in a trembling, heaving gasp just as his hot searing cum burst satisfyingly up into the brutalized passage of her hungrily gulping cunt, spurting again and again into her womb, filling her until her insides sloshed with his seething discharge and oozing rivulets of the viscous fluid trailed from her still-quivering pussy along the crevice of her buttocks and onto the sleeping bag that cushioned her below.