Chapter 3
Lazara was unable to figure out how it happened, but after having supper with Daryn Purcell at a steakhouse, then going to a little intimate nightclub and having a few drinks with him, she found herself lying on a fancy blue and white sofa and realized she definitely was not in her own home.
"I know this sounds corny," she said, "but where am I?"
"Funny thing, but I live right nearby."
"Uhhuh."
Looking around, she realized she was definitely in a masculine apartment. The drapes hung closed around the window instead of being pulled back as they would be by either a woman or an interior decorator. There were oriental rugs all over the floor covering wooden boards, but no carpeting. The room had a large bookcase in it, and though she was unable to read the titles of the books from across the room, Lazara saw they were large books and not the kind a woman might normally read. The place was clean enough, and there were two large overstuffed chairs around a false fireplace.
Lazara's shoes were on the floor, and her feet were resting in the lap of Daryn Purcell, who was rubbing them softly, his fingers touching them with just the right amount of pressure to keep her from feeling tickled, yet not too strongly. She closed her eyes again, feeling totally, utterly, thoroughly relaxed for the first time since she had gotten aboard the airplane. It felt good being with a man, especially a man who seemingly gave a damn about her.
"You're in a man's apartment," Daryn said in a deep voice, smiling at her, and she smiled back. Then, normally, "I brought you here because you passed out in the cab before you were able to give me your home address."
Lazara felt the swirling brandy she had imbibed still burning in her stomach. She had no idea how tired she had been. It was good to lie down.
Daryn felt the girl relax as his fingers continued running over her arches gently, feeling the way her toes wriggled whenever he touched them as her breasts continually rose and fell under the gold of her uniform. They were a pair of fabulous mountains, too, nice and big considering her height. Sheesh! A man scaling them would definitely be classified as a champion mountain-climber. Even though her uniform was made of a thick, satiny material, and she had a brassiere on underneath, the uniform fit so snugly he was able to see how large her breasts were, delightfully swollen with the need for his hands, the nipples pressing forward to make their imprint known. She was twenty-two-years old and no man had ever touched her before. He saw the outlines of her piilarly thighs, where her uniform draped between them. Man! They were fabulous, so firm, so solid, and both of them coming together at what he thought of as the Promised Land. The dead-end of her crotch wasn't pressing quite as firmly against her skirt, but he almost imagined what it would look like. As far as he was concerned, her being covered up this way was an absolute and utter shame.
"Feeling better?" he asked, whispering as he reached out, grabbed one slender mahogany hand, turned it palm-up and carefully pressed his lips against it.
The wet, slithery feeling of Daryn's licking tongue on her pink palm caused a thrilling, shud-dery feeling to charge through Lazara's trembling body. It was the kind of sensation she had seen pass through Ralph Plank, and the minute it blasted through her she knew what it was ... arousal.
Signals started semaphoring her body as her mind let her know something was happening to her. Blood was pounding in her temples and she began to wonder just what it was Daryn Purcell had in mind. Still unable to move, she remained there on the sofa, wondering why he had chosen to caress her feet. Her eyes, which had been closed in total relaxation, suddenly snapped wide open, and there was the captain of her flight, his face less than six inches from hers, his breath fresh with the odor of after-dinner mints, hot and overpowering. "Captain Purcell ..." she gasped. "I'm not ready . . . I'm not ready ..."
Lazara was trembling as she realized her frightened features were firmly gripped by one of his hands while his other hand was circling her narrow waistline. Then he was leaning closer, closer, closer, and her mouth was suddenly trapped by his pressing lips in a slow, overpowering kiss that seemed to suck the breath right out of her lungs. His oral digit searched between her lips, plunging in violently, searching for her own unmoving oral organ. As the moving tongue probed with greater strength, Lazara found the lethargy slowly draining from her body and she tried pushing at his chest. This was one powerful man. He wasn't fat, nor was he heavy, but he was strong. She wanted tc tear her lips from his but found herself unable to do so. Her mind was spinning with all that was happening so suddenly. I have to get away, I have to get away! But no matter what she said to herself, his strong arms held her squirming body tightly to his, and he was arousing more of the hidden tremors in her shuddering body. What in the name of Almighty God am I doing alone in this man's apartment?
The pilot held the struggling young girl tightly, enjoying the way she fought him, writhing and pushing. Her delicately scented flesh filled his nostrils and he breathed deeply, enjoying one of the most thrilling human aromas he had ever known, made even more exciting by her quivering. He knew she was becoming aroused, even if it was against her will. Her mouth tasted sweet, a mixture of after-dinner mints and all the brandy she had swallowed. He hadn't believed how much of the stuff she had put away. Man alive! This was all woman! He had to have her.
The chief pilot clung steadfastly to the young woman, and when Lazara struggled, he tugged her all the more solidly against him. It had been a really long time since he'd found a woman who was actually fighting him off. All the other always gave in so easily. True, one or two put up a fake struggle, as if to let him know he had to earn the right to pump them, but this one . . . this one was actually fighting him. Not only that, she was fighting her inner instincts, because he knew deep down she wanted it, but she was scared because it was still something unknown to her. This was a situation he had to rectify immediately.
From the instant he had walked aboard the aircraft that morning and had spotted the new chocolate stewardess, Daryn Purcell knew he had to have her. Not that her color had anything to do with the prerequisite. He occasionally felt the same way about Caucasian women, as well as the two orientals he had recently enjoyed at the same time, but there was that special magnetism about this woman that told him his cock would remain restless until he had finally buried it in this woman. This was probably as close to a declaration of love as Daryn Purcell would ever come. He had talked to Marilyn, the head stew, about Lazara, and had learned the girl still had a load of hangups. Still, if the girl was going to continue as a stewardess, the one thing she would have to learn was not to be afraid of a cock. Who better to teach her than the one man who had popped more cherries than a soda jerk? Shee-itt! He knew she would put up some kind of a fight. She was a worthwhile cunt, and all the really worthwhile ones put up a fight in the beginning. She might even hate him for awhile, but she would get over it, because she would soon realize that having her hymen removed by his cock was a lot better than having it torn out of her by many of the future pricks that would eventually in- vade her. Daryn had no doubt that that cunt of hers would be plumbed more times than a kitchen sink.
Lazara trembled and whimpered a little as he reached out and caressed her throat. He felt the little artery within madly pumping, as if becoming more and more terrified of him. He allowed his fingers to lightly move along her uniform until they were over her full breasts. Each was so swollen that even his hand, capable of holding a basketball upside down, had difficulty in covering it. Each mammary had swelled and enlarged as her breathing had gotten heavier. The pap felt bloated and swollen, as if filled with maple syrup and in need of tapping. Well, hell, he'd use his lips to drain her.
Lazara was panting so strongly at this point that she felt her breasts quivering. Air slid from her nostrils like roaring wind as his hands glided over the mountainous terrain of her breasts again and again. She felt the nipples swelling and enlarging to unbelievable proportions. This had never happened to her before. The pressure of his open hand against her bosom was making each breastpoint turn into a black pellet. Tearing cords of cutting rapture began flashing through her, but the helpless woman was unable to recognize them for what they were, never having felt them before. She sighed in spite of herself and thought that if she stopped struggling, that if she became a wooden block, he might stop touching her.
Daryn continued kissing her mouth for awhile, then kissed the softness of her cheeks, and afterward kissed her eyelids, then her forehead. He leaned down and nibbled on her earlobe while his other hand swept across the fullness of her bloated mammaries. He stopped every now and again to rub between them.
Now his lips pressed themselves on the slender pillar of her trembling black throat. The man was now aware of the overpoweringly burning stiffness beginning to invade the expanding length of his twitching penis. The cock was growing very, very slowly, making him feel every little bit of the starch going into it, and this only made him that much more thrilled.
Lazara discovered her. breasts were enlarging even more beneath the gentle, practiced touch of Daryn's caressing hand, and she was abruptly very afraid. Her body was still reacting to his caresses and she wasn't used to it. The tiny, snubnosed little breakpoints felt as if they were squirming with delight like tiny lion cubs being caressed.
His fingers began wandering behind her, tugging off the jacket, then seeking the zipper to the uniform blouse. Hell! This was one uniform he had opened countless time on the bodies of countless other women. Sure enough, there was the zipper tab, and he swiftly pulled it down to her waist. Once it was down, he tugged it off her struggling shoulders as she realized that her lying still was definitely not going to stop this man from doing horrible things to her. He had the uniform off her arms in spite of her struggles, and he stared at the two beautiful coffee-colored mounds pushing at her light, skimpy brassiere. Now he was able to see the rich darkness of her nipples pushing against the net-bra's fabric, and he realized his mouth was watering. Sheesh! He had to have at least one of those coffee beans inside his mouth. His two arms reached around behind her, and his deft, practiced hands undid the snaps, and he tugged away the netting covering her heavy paps. Now her full, glorious breasts showed themselves to him in all their glory.
"What do you think you're doing?" she gasped, immediately criss-crossing her arms in front of her. "Captain Purcell, you're crazy! You just stop all this, right now!"
She tried getting up, but with a little shove of his hand he hurled her delicious-looking body back onto the sofa, then reached down and pulled her arms apart. At last he was able to look to his heart's content at the glory of her breasts. Bringing her wrists together, he gripped them with a single hand and then forced her arms over her head, making her full breasts stand out that much more. When she struggled and tried sitting up, he simply eaned on her a little and kept her down with his own weight. Slowly he moved his head lower, his free hand cradling her right breast while his hungering mouth finally found the nipple of the other. He was determined to suck the maple syrup that made her breasts swell, Lazara's stomach and thighs were trembling with fright, and she found herself gasping, completely unused to the thrills continuing to permeate her body.
"OHHHH . . . N-O-O-O-O-O ..." she wept. "DON'T ... OH DON'T ... I DON'T WANT THIS . . . THIS IS RAPE . . . COME ON . . . DON'T, CAPTAIN PURCELL ... I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO HURT YOU ..." "Hurt?" he asked, picking his head up and looking at her, after letting her nipple slide from between his hungering lips. He looked at her as if she were crazy. He sure as hell wasn't hurting her ... at least not at the moment. "Are you crazy or something? I'm not hurting you and you know it. You like what you feel but you're too scared to admit it. Sheeitttt! You might as well, know right now, you're gonna be screwed up and down the entire country if you stay on being a stewardess. All I'm doing is letting you know what it feels like when it's done the right way. If some other man copped your cherry he wouldn't be nearly as gentle about it as this man's going to be. You don't impress me as one of those religious freaks."
"I'm not," she insisted. "It's just that I always wanted to save myself for someone really special.'
"Well you don't have to save anymore, honey
It's time to do some spending. There's no one more special than me. I've got the living credentials to prove it. Just ask about any hostess on the airline. What's more, not a one of them went away unsatisfied. So why don't you stop acting like a dumb cunt and start enjoying what we're doing?"
"Who the heck are you to start tooting your own horn and telling me how great you are. When the time comes, I'd like to be the one to select the man who does the job."
"I told you, honey. When you work for an airline, any airline, you're gonna be laid so many times you'll start to feel like an egg. What's more, it'll be your own choice after awhile. It won't be by guys like me, either. You'll run into fat, bloated passengers who'll offer you fur coats and all kinds of jewelry. They'll be able to afford it, too, and even if you say no in the beginning, the idea of putting enough diamonds into a safe deposit box to see you through a happy retirement'll make you change your mind. Every stewardess I know has more money set aside than she'll ever need because she let the right passengers use her cunt. It's the way of the world, honey. Get used to it. All I'm doing is making sure your first time is a fun time. After tonight, if you want my body, you'll have to come to me and ask real nice."
"The heck I will," she snapped as his mouth moved down and clamped itself on her left breast again, sucking on the delicious little nubbin as if it were yielding licorice.
Pulling a hand free by pressing against his thumb, she slapped his face. When that had no effect, she began punching him, but it was no use. His mouth clung to her nipple as if draining milk from it. Her body leaped up and down on the sofa, her heels kicking the far bolster, and still his mouth continued pulling at her teat.
Daryn, impatient with her struggles, pushed her hand away, his mouth continuing to strongly suck, tasting the deliciousness of her and admitting to himself he'd latched onto one prize, all right. He intended enjoying this one to the fullest. As far as he was concerned, all women were born to be fucked, and it was a real waste when one of them wanted to "save herself" for the right man. The more one fucked a member of the opposite sex, the more experience one garnered. He knew that if and when he ever did settle down, he'd want to make sure that his wife knew how to use that cunt of hers better than any other woman around.
Unable to beat at Daryn with any kind of effect, Lazara gripped his hair with the idea of pulling his head away from her breasts. Instead, she discovered she was pressing on his head, holding his face all the closer against her dusky flesh.
The tasty, honeyed flavor of the woman's body filled Daryn's hungering mouth as he used his two hands io squeeze her swollen breasts, pushing them up the better for his mouth to enjoy them. He sens- ed the way her fleshy globes quivered with ecstasy beneath the constant pressing of his fingers. Pulling strongly on the nipple, he almost felt the sweetness coming from her breast and moving through his body. Now he moved his tongue to the other licorice nub and began chewing on it, biting it with just enough pressure to send fire through the woman.
"OHHHH, AGGGHHH!" the dusky woman gasped. "OHHHHH IS THIS EVER SOMETHING TERRIFIC!" she let slip out, and her hands clung all the more firmly to his head, pressing it that much more solidly against her heaving bosom until each inhalation brought him the rich scent of her aroused flesh. Daryn pulled strongly on her nipple with his lips, imagining himself drinking a magic fluid from the tip, and this was causing lava to flow uncontrollably through him. A furnace of desire welled up in his aching stomach, moving into his groin, becoming a roaring vat of lasciviousness that made his pulsating penis longer, stronger, and ready to blast away.
Lazara was ablaze with passionate desire for the first time in her young life, and though she was frightened about this new, different sensation coursing through her, for the moment she knew she had no choice but to accept it. She was certain that her flesh, from her skull to the soles of her feet, had living flame inside, she felt so tremendously overheated. She no longer thought about how she had come to find herself in Daryn's apartment, nor did she think about the whys or wherefores, knowing only one thing at this moment: either she found the strength and courage to really escape from this man, or her virginity was about to become a thing of the past.
"Come on," she pleaded, vainly, panting heavily, once more trying to put him off. "You know damn well you're getting me all het up and that I normally wouldn't let any man do something like this to me."
Daryn Purcell smiled and yanked her uniform down over her hips and off, tossing it aside. He threw her brassiere off to the side, as well. Then he yanked the young woman to her feet and she realized she was naked from the waist up, with only her panties and pantyhose covering the lower half of her. Now that he was no longer kissing her and she no longer felt passionate heat burning through her body, she began feeling a chill. She shivered, once more folding her arms over the mounds of her breasts, pressing the twin paps together.
Daryn was standing in front of her, and he smiled at her, saying, "Come on, girl, you're not an infant. You know you want me to make love to you. Now come on over here and let's you and I do this thing the right way, huh?" Without understanding why she was doing as the man wanted, Lazara walked up to him and moved into the strong circle of his arms as he held her tightly. He lowered his head and began once more licking at her nipples, then pushed his face between the lovely mounds and said, 'This may not only be the first time, honey, but it might be the best time. I'm gonna teach you what it's like to be loved by a guy who really cares for you."
Lazara quivered, feeling ready to totter, but Daryn's strong arms held her close. He yanked down her pantyhose next, kneeling to pull them off without tearing anything, his hands caressing her thighs, calves, and ankles. Then he slipped her white bikini briefs down and off and got to his feet. She was standing on the small mound of clothing he had laid at her feet as he admired her body.
For the first time in her life Lazara was naked in front of a man. The sensation of a strange man's eyes running over her body ought to have terrified her, but it didn't. On the contrary, she loved it, whether it was right or wrong, because the look in his hungering eyes made her feel like she was some kind of goddess and he was there to worship her. She felt thrilled, proud, pleased, exultant, and gloried in her nakedness, tugging her curved shoulders back, thrusting her full breasts forward, her waist and hips forming roller coaster curves. The matted black jungle on her pelvis was lush, and even if her thighs hadn't been together, her secret lips would have been hidden by the heavy growth.
Daryn looked at the woman for what seemed to be forever, saying nothing, yet saying everything, his mouth not opening, his eyes not so much as blinking as they wandered up and down over the perfection that was her body. Finally, he swallowed and said, "Girl, I have to fuck that lovely body of yours. I don't know if you can understand why it's so important, but believe me, if I don't, we'll both end up crazily frustrated tonight."
"I-I just d-don't know," she said, shaking her head, "I mean, well . . . I've never done it before, and to be honest, I'm so scared."
"With me you have nothing to be afraid of. I'm not gonna kid you and tell you it's all roses the first time. For some reason I'll never be able to figure out, when women were put together, an extra membrane was put inside them, and in order for you to be properly fucked, that membrane has to be broken."
"It'llhurt," Lazar a whimpered. "Only the first time," he told her. "And only a little. Get the first time over with and afterward it'll be roses all the way. Also, it'll be a lot less painful if you help me."
Lazar a continued quaking, sobbing softly and insisting she was afraid as the tall, dark man undressed in front of her. He took a long time taking everything off, wanting her to get used to looking at his naked body a little at a time. Finally, he stood as naked as she, his stomach flat and hard'against his body. Muscles rippled all over him, and there a light sheen of perspiration on him, making him glisten. What astounded her was the length and breadth of his penis. Coming from a large family, Lazara had seen penises, even that of her father when he was up early in the morning heading for the bathroom. But her father had a small penis and so had all her brothers. The cock at which she now stared was the longest, blackest, thickest penis she had ever seen in her life, and it made her terrified to think he intended ramming such a pole inside her.
Stepping up to her while she was still shuddering with fright, he took her face between his hands and kissed her mouth very, very gently, as if afraid that a hard kiss might once again make her struggle and resist. Lazara found her eyes filling with tears as she inwardly prayed for some kind of strength to fight this man off. Her knees felt weak and trembling, and at that point she would have simply melted to the floor had he not caught her and picked her up in his strong, muscular arms. Once again she had this strange feeling of being worshipped and admired. She almost ached for him to make love to her deep inside, curious to know if it was anything like the way her friends used to describe it when she was in high school and all of them were pairing off with certain boys. She let her head fall against his shoulder, and she tightly shut her eyes.
Lazara might not have been short, but to a man like Daryn she was very light. He hoisted her easily, carrying her back to the couch, his rigid phallus pointing the way for the rest of him as he carried her. Looking down at her, Daryn had to admit a woman like this really made fucking worthwhile.
Her short black hair fell back under her head when he set her down, forming a perfect frame for the rest of her, making her lovely face stand out that much more. He stopped to caress her forehead for a moment, then sat on the edge of the cushions. She looked up at him with fear filling her eyes, still wondering in the back of her mind if there was any way out of this. The unknown was something she truly dreaded. He smiled down at her, then bent his face and kissed the soft corners of her mouth, and against her will Lazara realized she was once again embracing the man. She wondered if she really wanted to resist him after all. Her mind was in a turmoil, confused as to whether or not she was willing to brave the unknown.
His lips kissed their way down her curvy body, touching the restraining Unes caused by the tightness of her brassiere, moving from her brown shoulders to her almost-black nipples, then down to her belly where he kissed the line formed by her elastic pantyband, as well as the band of her pantyhose. His lips moved to her thighs, then kissed each knee in turn, and he kissed all the way down to her toes and back again. Then he lay against her, pressing her lush form so tightly to his, she thrilled to the flaming heat of him bursting through the entire length of her slender form.
Lazara realized she was trembling and sighing, feeling her body aroused arid coming to life as it had never done before. She shut her eyes again and felt Daryn's heavy breathing, and wondered why this was the only way for her to feel such thrilling sensations. Heat like this had never existed in her prior to tonight. What magic did this man possess to bring it out of her? He had told her there would be pain, and she knew he wouldn't lie, but so far there had been none. It made her shiver to realize she had absolutely no control over herself and her inner being. It seemed to her as if she were a person apart from herself, carefully observing everything happening to the husk that was her physical being while totally unable to stop it. Ohhhhhhh . . . she felt just about everything, all of it . . . his devastatingly tender, burning ... albeit hungry ... lips, the sharpness of his front teeth, his deep chocolate eyes drilling puncturing holes into her, burning her with as much intensity as his hands. Those talented hands moved over her trembling torso like thrilling tidal waves, and she "elt herself ready to drown in the delirious ecstasy of superbly fabulous passion. His heated mouth . . . mother of mercy ... it was so hot . . . burning her every time it touched her flesh, yet she was unable to live those brief moments he chose to yank his kissing mouth away, thrilling when he returned his lips to yet another part of her.
"HUU-UUUNNNHHH!" she gasped.
"OOOHHHHH!" he gasped, looking at her. "You are just about the most sensuous female I have ever come across. Beats me why you've been holding back so long." His heavy lips were pressing against her burning ear as he clutched the shapely slimness of her writhing torso so closely to him, Lazara found it impossible to take a breath. His thick tongue slurped into the tiny, sensitive depths of her shuddering ear, wetting it down, then withdrawing and permitting his heated breath to dry it.
"HUUUNNNNHHHHH ...AAAAANN-NNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH . . ." she sighed. "DON'T . . . DON'T DO IT . . . I'M AFRAID."
"Everyone's afraid the first time," he whispered. "Even I was afraid the first time. It has to be experienced for you to stop being afraid. You were made to be fucked! You were made for pleasure . . . not just a man's pleasure, but your own pleasure. But as the songs says, it takes two to tango, honey, and a man is the only one who can give you the supreme pleasure you deserve, just like you're needed to give a man pleasure ... in this case, this man ... me! Sweet girl, I'm gonna teach you just what it means for you to feel pleasure. I'm gonna fuck you so solidly, my cock will fill you from the top of your head all the way down to the bottom of your pretty cunt. You're gonna find out just how good it all can be, and in later years, when y'finally do get married and settle down and a daughter or a granddaughter asks you about the first time, you'll think about me all over again."
His teeth sank into her soft earlobe and began chewing, and the tiny stinging sensation became another overwhelming swallowing of delightful thrills curling wispily through her shuddering body like lines of uncontrolled smoke. Then his lips pressed themselves against the tender insides of her upper arms, first the right, then the left, kissing her there gently before returning to her ear, stabbing his tongue into it the way he intended punching his penis into her vagina in a few moments.
"GGGAAANNNGGGHHH!" the burning . woman gasped, her voice a long, soft echo of itself, and then she turned her face to his and her mouth clung to his, allowing herself the unutterable thrill of enjoying his savage tongue as it entered the render cavern that was her mouth.
The burning core of her sucking mouth shuddered and jumped as she gasped, "MMM-NNNUUUHHHMMM!!!"
Daryn plunged his tongue deeper and thrilled to the way she responded. She was chewing on his Ungual lance, accepting it. Good!
Her mouth was on fire with desire and she :ed on his tongue as she had seen Marilyn sucking on Ralph Plank's penis, and found the sensa- tion strangely pleasurable. She wondered, when the time came for her to do what Marilyn did . . . and she accepted that such a time was probably not that far away . . . would she attack a penis with her mouth so lustily as she was now attacking the tongue?
Daryn licked deeper and deeper, enjoying the sweetness of her oral cavern, knowing this was only a preview of what it would be like if and when he finally licked into the blazing hollow between her thighs. First and foremost, he had to fuck that hymen out of her. He had sworn to do that, and he always kept his promises, especially when they were so wonderful to keep. He was intent on pounding into her quickly, breaking the cursed membrane, then letting his cock soak for awhile until she became accustomed to it, after which the fucking would be slow and languorous. But Daryn knew he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. He was already near the bursting point, and he had hardly begun with this luscious feminine charmer. He wondered if he'd be able to hold his seed back long enough to give her the orgasm she would need to make her realize this was all worthwhile. Every time she looked at him with those spaniel eyes of hers he felt another spasm of lust shoot through him. She was a virgin, in need of proper instruction, and he had a feeling if he managed to do this correctly that she would turn into a blazing woman of hungering desire, and there would be no stopping her.
Shee-ittt! She was one beautiful female. Those full, bloated, lusciously gorgeous breasts of hers were far more sensitive than those of all the other women he had known, Marilyn Clayborne included. Until now, Marilyn had been the most arousing, sensual cunt he had ever fucked. He discovered that when his palm hovered over her nipples without even touching them, they hardened into extended little buds, reaching out to be felt. He was very much aware of what such a thing did to the pink funnel hidden under the lush jungle of black curls on her succulent mound.
Lazara wriggled and squirmed as one of his large hands once more slid along the entire length of her dusky silken thigh, carefully smoothing its way across the smooth roundness of her jutting hip, then ran across the flat and thrilled tightness of her womanly tummy, and then down to the feathered crease hidden in the lush forest, then further.
To the young virgin this was all so overpowering-ly incredible. She was learning that she was not only wet between her legs, but that a veritable pool of juices existed in there. She was drenched. The dripping oils were flowing out of her like a river overflowing an embankment, the lubrication coating her thighs as well as the man's hand as he continued rubbing her loins. Lazara didn't know what was wrong with her, but she knew she would not be able to stop what was about to happen to her. She was as good as lost. Lazara trembled, unable to fathom the feelings invading her body. The blast furnace hidden behind her delicately formed vaginal labia throbbed, knowing a penis was about to pierce the tissue stretched from one inner wall to the other. She was very much aware of the throbbingly stiff length of heated muscle mashed solidly between their pressing bodies.
Daryn fully intended burying every last inch of his throbbing cock into the farthest depths of her crushing vaginal chalice. He'd fuck her backwards, forwards and upside down until she realized once and for all what her cunt was meant for. The shuddering pole that was his heated prick would sink deeper and deeper into her burning femininity surrounded by the smoothly wet depths of her silken walls, making the woman scream with lust and desire. Like all women, she would eventually come looking for him.
"Lazara," he whispered, his distended nostrils swelling and quivering against the pillarly slenderness of her ebony throat. "That's a beautiful name, a different name. It's a lovely name and belongs to a lovely woman."
Lazara realized her thighs were starting to open against her will, making way for the hand gently moving between them. He very gently rubbed his middle finger up and down between her inner lips, making the virgin gasp with utter delight. Yes, she liked it, all right.
He remembered how childlike, how totally inno-cent she had looked that first time she had walked into the cockpit, bringing in the coffee. She had looked like a little girl wearing a woman's uniform. Her virginity was written all over her. It was time to destroy the girl and bring out the woman, and there was no one better qualified than himself to do it. Although the young lady didn't realize it, she was in dire need of Dr. Purcell's magic treatment. She was a lot better off being treated by him than by some rough, uncaring son of a bitch who was interested solely in himself. Daryn had to make her understand it was a tough world in more ways than one. From what she had told him, growing up in her section of Roosevelt had been no picnic, but it was still mild compared to the uncaring roughness of the world waiting for her. Sometimes he wondered why he didn't charge for this kind of service. Not every woman in the world ended up with a good, solid, cunt-filling, sensational screwing.
"OOOOOH . . . GOOD L-O-O-O-O-RRRDDDUHHH!" she gasped, panting heavily, for the present permitting the handsome airline captain to have his way with her while she regained her courage for a final attempt to resist him. Her inner self felt as if it were bobbing up and down on the deliciously rough waters of continually mounting pleasure. She felt herself floating, then getting ready to sink, bobbing with the wet tide that washed over her and into her.
"Dear great Lord!" he shuddered, enjoying her loveliness all the more as he moved his body over hers, causing the lovely woman to lie flat on her back.
Inwardly, Lazara felt more than the pilot's physical weight. She sensed much of his hidden strength communicating itself to her, and inwardly she ached to hug him and clasp him tightly to her, making him a permanent part of her . . . clinging nakedly to him.
She squirmed and panted, feeling his knees pushing her thighs farther and farther apart as she sensed the heavily throbbing cock, lengthy and swollen against the softness of her sensitive belly, pushing into her like a blunted blade. She was going to let him do it! She knew it was wrong, but she was going to let him do it.
Lazara felt her body crying out for the pulsating penis to fill her tenderly bubbling vaginal cup. Though she didn't understand why, she needed to be filled with the full length of it. She was aware for the first time of the great emptiness within.
Lord! Lord! Lord! she really needed to understand why she wanted something to happen to her that had never happened before. Involuntarily she arched her hody, lifting it, pushing her accordioned pubis up to meet him.
Abruptly, Daryn lifted himself on stiff arms and looked down at her lovely face. The look on his face was that of a man totally in love with lust, and he felt this aching physical need to be gratified with her body. It was the first time Lazara had seen such a blatantly naked look.
"Hey, honey," he panted to her, lasciviousness Baking his voice husky. "I want you to look down at my cock. Take a really good look at it and realize it's not something to be afraid of. It's part of me, and without my willing it to do anything, it can't do a thing. Right now I'm going to push it into you, and if you feel like it's cutting you in two, just remember, it isn't. All it's really doing is widening that tight iittle tunnel of yours, opening it ap so the both of us can really enjoy one another."
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked.
"When I rubbed your vaginal opening with my finger, I tried pushing it into you, and I realized you're tight, really tight. So it has to be a little uncomfortable the first time I go into you, just long enough for you to widen and open up. Baby, once the old cock is finally ail the way in, I'll be able to pump it in and out and you'll first start to understand just how good something like this can feel. Fm going to fuck you until you have a freaky ffimax that'll make you feeliike your arms and legs iare falling off. You're gonna love it!"
When she looked down at the ebony penis a great sheet of horror swept over the terrified young an. The massive instrument at which she stared, with its bloated charcoal tip and long black rtank of solid dark flesh, reminded her of the white penis with the purple cap attached to Ralph Plank. She remembered how much Marilyn Clayborne had to distort and widen her lips in order to fit the penis into her mouth, and she realized her own body was about to be wickedly distorted the same way. This shaft at which she was staring was even longer and thicker than the one attached to Ralph Plank. It hovered, wavering from side to side like a huge camera boom, and the idea of being filled with such massivity terrified her.
"PLEASE ..." she whimpered, shuddering.
"DARYN . . . CAPTAIN PURCELL ... NO ... NO ... I'M AFRAID . . ."
"You need a good, solid cock," he told her, "and a good solid cock is what you're gonna get. It's time for you to realize the world is controlled by the best cock and the best cunt. Right now I'm the dominant one because I have a practiced cock. One day, if you learn how to use that cunt of yours, you'll rule the whole goddamned airline. The guy you saw today, Plank, is mild compared to the president and chairman of the board. You ever score with those guys, you won't have to be a stew. They'll make you a stockholder." "I'm so scared ..." she gasped. "It's too late, now," he told her. "We're already in position, and my cock's so brittle with solidity that if I don't push it into you, it'll break right off."
Now the black woman was shrinking with disgust and terror, a maddening panic tearing at the very center of her vitals. Finally, at last, she was awakened from the evil spell under which she had fallen as it overpowered her trembling mind with fear rather than want.
"OH DEAR LORD!" she screamed with a gut-turally terrified voice. "LET GO OF ME, LET GO OF ME! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
To think the temple of her trembling body, kept pure and virginal all these years, was now about to be ripped open like a tin can. This was like a horrible dream.
"Lie back!" Daryn ordered aloud. "In time to come you're gonna thank me for doing this to you. Shit, woman! You need more than a handful of kisses. You gotta be really fucked. You gotta know what it's like to be filled with a cock and to eventually dominate my cock and all other cocks with that cunt of yours. I'm gonna teach you the difference between simple screwing and solid fucking!"
"No!" she shrieked, struggling against him, her hands trying to reach out and scratch his face as she attempted to dig her long nails into his dark flesh. She was so disturbed by what he had said that she ached to cut his tongue out of his mouth for having the nerve to utter such vile obscenities to her. A burning, flaring hatred filled her, overwhelming her as she struggled like a she-bear. The two of them were squirming and wriggling all over the sofa, but he was always the one who remained on top, pressing down on her with his weighty body. This man had to be totally crazy, and Lazara believed she had to have been out of her mind to so much as consider permitting him such horrible indecencies. She had no idea how she had permitted things to get so far out of hand. She was as human as the next woman, but there were still things like decency and self-respect, and she discovered she was quickly losing all of them. Perhaps she would end up like all the other girls, sleeping around all the time. But she wanted the right to choose her own lover. It was one thing to put up with a man pawing and groping her ebony torso, but it was something else entirely to permit the man to invade her body with that big black stylus between his thighs. She knew damn well that she might run the risk of pregnancy, and worse, that it would hurt like all hell, a lot more than he had hinted. Her inner self was a sacred temple, and she'd be damned if she'd allow the pagan being of his penis to simply invade her.
Lord! All men were the same. They wanted to use her, and then walked out when the bloom was off the rose and they were no longer interested. She had to get out of this somehow.
Daryn pinned her writhing form to the sofa, still pushing his body solidly against hers, and with his knees kept her legs forced wide apart. As far as he was concerned, she had been making excuses long enough. She wanted a cock, all right, but she was too square to admit it. Damn it all to hell! If he had to rape her to teach her how much fucking meant to her, that was precisely what he would do. Before all this was finished, the girl would discover for herself just how important a good cock was to her.
Perspiration glistened on her dark forehead as Lazara openly cried out loud, her face contorted with inner pain, realizing there would be no respite, and all her struggles were useless. The cascade of tears pouring from her swollen eyes ran down the sides of her face into her dark hair. The blistering flashes of terror in her eyes were lights of total animal fright as the bulbous head of the man's throbbingly massive phallus rubbed itself against the pink division between her labia.
Daryn Purcell was gasping with overpowering arousal. There was something really special about this woman that made her different from all the others he had fucked. He knew it had nothing to do with her color or her pretty face. It was her, the woman, the being that fascinated him. The moment he had walked aboard the aircraft early that morning and he had seen her, he had known he wouldn't be content until he had fucked her. Fuck? No, that wouldn't be enough. It was one thing to fuck a woman, and he had fucked his share. He wanted to give this woman some of the inner passion burning in him, aching to transmit part of his throbbing desires into her quivering body, making her understand, once and for all, that this was more than a mere animal coupling. Shee-itt! He knew better than to think himself in love. When he had been younger and making it with all the chicks, he had fancied himself loving every one of them at the time. Now he knew better. Still, there was something definitely extra-special about this woman. He felt the urge for her seething through his shuddering body, and knew for a fact that though she struggled and fought, she wanted him, deep down. But then, all women wanted him. He was irresistible. In fact he had been termed The Great Black Hope of the love world.
He was going to make this chocolate-fleshed woman love him just as he had made all the others fall madly for him. Heated, simmering sperm was bubbling in his testicles, waiting to pour through the throbbing length that was his penis. He had to fill that tight pussy of hers with every last bit of his aching cock, and he had to do it in a hurry, or he'd be washing her flesh with his scalding spunk.
Lazara whipped her head from side to side, and one time tried sinking her teeth into his right hand as it pinned her shoulder to the sofa. He let her teeth sink into the softness between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand gripped the bolster of the sofa to give him better leverage. From years of experience he knew the tip of his penis was aimed correctly, and even though she was one tight virgin, one good push would start him on his way.
Taking a deep breath, he lunged forward, driving his throbbingly stiff cock a quarter of the way into the tightness of her narrow feminine funnel. It felt as if he was sliding into softening butter. Her vaginal membrane was there, all right, but he refused to let it stop what he was doing. The girl was beginning to feel pain. He saw this from the mask of agony distorting her features. Before she was able to understand that he was actually inside her, he pushed again, this time ripping through the membrane barricade while pushing hard, pushing, pushing, pushing, slowly, sinking every last little bit of his thickly monstrous masculine pike into the slurping tightness of her wetly bubbling chamber. The throbbing walls of inner mucous membrane surrounded and gripped the full length of his quivering penis. She was gripping it as strongly as any steel vise, still the very smoothness and tenderness of her womanly insides made him pulsate with thrilling rapture.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHH . . ." she screeched. "GGGAAAHHHNNNGGGHHH-AAARRRGGGHHH . . . HHHUUUNNNHHH . . . OHHHHH . . . G-O-O-O-O-DDDUUU-HHHHH . . ."
She was gasping hoarsely, and had her voice not been so tapped out, it would have been screeching as she continued to violently wriggle, helplessly gaffed like a trapped sailfish. She thought she was dead.
Daryn lay there, panting, out of breath for the moment, remaining perfectly stili. The one thought continually running through his mind was that he was in ... all the way in, and he had her locked to him whether she liked it or not at the moment. His kissing lips pressed against hers and his seeking tongue lanced its way as far into her mouth as it was able to do, blocking further sound. She lay there, helplessly pinned under his crushing weight with her mouth clogged. All she was able to do was moan. Yes, the full length of his pulsating organ was totally buried in the heatedly bubbling cauldron that was her feminine cock-press, just as he was sucking the entire length of her tongue into his mouth, trapping it. Her arms were encircled by one of his, unable to move, and her loins were wedged far apart. She was his helpless prisoner for as long as it pleased him. Yes, he had her right where he wanted her, and'he intended enjoying her to the utmost. Shee-itt! She was sodden and dripping inside, a veritable cauldron of bubbling oils and liquid. His throbbing cock had pushed itself past the opening to her womb and was now sunk into the deepest part of her sucking cunt. The swollenly pulsating black tip of his throbbing cock swelled within her tortured chamber again and again. It was the first time a penis had entered her, and it had wasted no time in fully penetrating her.
Daryn remained unmoving, wanting her cunt to adjust to the thickness of his cock, content to know at the moment that she was his, to use as he saw fit. It felt good to feel her completely stuffed with his cock. His lengthy, solid phallus was completely jammed into the narrow well of her heatedly clasping womanly vacuum, and now his tongue had thrust hers back into her mouth and was pushing into that mouth the way his cock was in her cunt. She was such a slender, round, shapely little thing, a truly gorgeous, wanting, needing, helplessly delightful woman, and it made him shiver to realize it was he who was going to teach her the true glories of the male-female relationship.
Lazara struggled for what seemed like an eternity, but after awhile began to realize the futility of her position. Her wriggling only worsened things because movement caused her to feel more and more arousal. She was trapped, helpless, speared on his long javelin of muscle and flesh, feeling it buried to the utmost in her, causing her undreamed-of agony. Writhing this way served to enhance his desire for her. The only thing for her to do was let this man know what he was doing to her meant absolutely nothing. He meant nothing. Perhaps her body was his to abuse in whatever way he chose, but her soul was still hers, and she would concentrate on keeping that knowledge within her. If she didn't respond, her inner being would never be violated.
Daryn Purcell seemed to know what was running through her mind. She wasn't the first virgin he had fucked, and he was fairly certain she wouldn't be the last. Their minds all ran in a predictable pattern at first. This woman was different from many of the cool cunts he had fucked in that, once fully aroused, he was certain nothing would hold her back. He smiled at the idea of her trying to play dead. Well, she would change her mind in a few minutes because she wasn't the type to simply lie there.
One of his hands cupped her chin and face as he yanked his mouth from hers, saying, "Just play it cool, honey. Take it easy!" His voice was completely relaxed and calm, in no way betraying vibrant thrills caused by the vibrating throbs of the heavy penis so totally thrust into her wetly vibrant vagina.
"Stop acting like this is an ordinary, everyday occurrence," she snapped at him, agony burning her.
"But that's just what it is for me," he assured her, "and that's what it's going to become for you. Heck! I'm not saying you'll be screwing for me all the time, but sex'll become a regular part of your daily routine. Shee-ittt! You think of sex as something horribly dirty, when the fact is, it's the greatest thing ever invented between a man and woman. Honey, I'm gonna teach you what really good sex is all about. It's more than a cock in a cunt. If you don't have a cock stuffed in your pussy with any regularity, how the hell can you feel love? The only way you're ever going to find out what it's like to be loved is to find out what it's like to be fucked first. Sooner or later you'll learn the difference between ordinary fucking and love-fucking. In spite of the fact that you keep talking against what we're doing, I can feel the hot walls of your sweet pussy pulsating and quivering with the need for me to fuck you, even if you don't want to openly admit it. Your body wants my cock even if you've closed your mind to the idea. You've been refusing yourself the right to feel these sensations, though deep down you're really aching to feel them."
He continued babbling to her, talking endlessly, now sliding one of his hands down to cup the extra fullness of her rounded buttocks. He kept rubbing while talking, and little by little the hard muscles in her asscheeks began to slowly relax. Daryn kissed the tears from her shining cheeks, enjoying the sweet-salty taste of them.
"Why?" Lazara gasped, still crying. "I was so tired, so worn-out after my first day on the job, and so scared after almost being touched by that man on the outgoing flight, and I trusted you. You're worse than he is, because you betrayed that trust and did this horrible thing to me."
"Heck, girl, what I'm doing is far from horrible," he continually insisted. "You know damn well I'm no longer hurting you. The worst is over. You're too wet and open inside for me to be doing you any kind of physical harm. Tight as you are, you're young and inwardly able to stretch nice and easy, and you know I'm telling you the truth. I'm giving you more than your first fuck. I'm giving you the security you need to feel while a cock is pumping into you. I'm going to fuck you slow and easy, letting you enjoy and feel every little thing I'm doing. Gal, sex is just another form of loving, and you're the kind of female a guy can love real easy. Every time I shove my cock forward, just remember, your cunt is special to me. It's the god-damndest thing you can do, to be fucked and fuck someone who y'really like the way I like you. You're kinda like a female ostrich, hiding your head in the sand, thinking it'll make the danger go away. Take your head out and realize there just isn?t any danger. You're too goddamn sexy for either the passengers or the crew of any jetliner to let get away without being fucked for any length of time. You have to come out of that damn shell, and I'm the guy to bring you out because I'm the guy who can do it nicely, easily, without hurting you, while making you feel good the whole time. Lazara, I'm gonna teach you what this is all about."
"You'll kill me," she whimpered, tears still falling from her closed eyes.
"I'm turning you from a little girl into a real woman," he insisted. "If any woman deserved to be a real woman, it's you. I'm just the guy to do it."
Moving with great tenderness, he gently began sliding the huge and swollen pillar of his strongly vibrating cock back, pulling it out of her seething vestibule until the black tip was the only thing left inside. Lazara realized all the pain was flowing out of her with the movement of the perns, and a warm inpouring of thrilling sensation flooded her trembling body. She realized that though there had indeed been physical pain, much of it had been mental anguish more than anything else. She was first starting to feel good with his penis inside her. Slowly he powered into her again, all the while kissing her full lips and lovely face, caressing the softness of her curvaceous form, soothing away the horrifying terror she always wanted to feel. Her arms began moving, pushing the wrapped-around arm from her body in order to cling all the more tightly to him as she began feeling unutterable thrills seeping through her. Though she tried fighting against it, Lazara discovered she was clinging to the man, pulling him all the more tightly against her, now enjoying the weight of him that had seemingly been crushing the life out of her. Now, when his monumental penis began slithering from her hotly squeezing depths, her inner chamber began caressing the organ while her hand pressed firmly on the back of his buttocks, making him slam home again. Now he was thrusting into her body with regularity, her vagina pulsating eagerly, feeling the way her sucking container of mucous tissue clung all the more firmly to his moving length of steel-solid flesh.
"Hey, yeah!" he gasped. 'Thatta way! You have to be feeling good to be moving this way. Come on, you sexy hunk of feminine pulchritude," he gasped as her hands continued pressing on the flatness of his asscheeks, jamming his cock ever more solidly into her with every stroke.
"AM I REALLY . . . UHHHH'H . . . SOMETHING SPECIAL TO YOU . . . AHHHHH ... OR ARE YOU JUST . . . OOOOHHHH . . . SAYING THAT SO YOU CAN DO THIS TO ME?" she gasped.
"I can talk from now till tomorrow and it won't . . . hhhuuunmihhh . . . mean a damn thing," he panted. "This is something you'll have to discover for yourself."
Lazara realized Daryn Purcell was probably right, damn his black hide. Her body was craving this, all right. She had closed her mind to it, for even though she, herself, was not religious, she knew her father had known a very religious upbringing which he had tried inflicting on her and her brothers and sisters. Now she was learning she was very much like all the other women in the world in that her body craved clinging to a man's torso, and her vagina, for all the pain originally in- volved, ached to be filled with the one part of a man meant to be injected into her. She was no longer able to refuse the enjoyment of what she was feeling, but she was mature enough to admit to herself that this was not love or anything resembling love ... yet, this first time she was being solidly fucked her vagina was really feeling good. There was a totality of delight and completion because of the way his hammering penis pounded in and out of her seething body. He was nailing the thick spike into her repeatedly, driving it deeper and deeper, making her feel the need for even more of the inner vaginal massage she was receiving.
Lazara felt happy, very happy, happier than she had in a long while, and it was a happiness un-marred by nervousness like that which she had felt on the day of her being graduated from airline hostess school. She was intelligent enough not to reject the thrilling pleasures she was feeling, and now moved her body in cadence with Daryn's, never wanting the feeling to stop. She was discovering sex to be a whole new world.
"MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE . . ." she insisted, kicking his buttocks with her heels. "I WANT TO GO ON AND ON. KEEP ON DOING IT, AND DRIVE DEEPER INTO ME . . ."
"Can't stop if I wanted to," he said, gasping. "I'll never be able to stop. The two of us were meant to be fucking like this, honey. Think of the word, fuckl It's a beautiful word because it describes the beautiful thing you and I are doing. This is only the first time. After tonight, whenever you want, we'll get together and fuck until dawn."
"OH YES," she sighed, delightedly. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! THEN FUCK ME AGAIN! FUCK ME HIGH! FUCK ME LOW! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME SOFT! JUST KEEP FUCKING ME FOREVER," she pleaded, her lovely hips rotating and churning as she lifted her pussy to meet the cpnstantiy down-driving thrusts of his lancing phallic javelin. The two of them set a madly beating rhythm that shuddered through their bodies, and Daryn was gasping, "I CAN . . UHHHHH . . . TELLLLL . . . YOU'RE . . . UHHHHH . . . REALLY FEELING IT. NO WW WWW ..."
"YES, YES, YES," she gasped, "I FEEL YOU POUNDING THAT GREAT BIG PENIS OF YOURS SO FAR INTO ME IT'S REACHING INTO MY . . . UHHHHH . . . THROAT ..."
Lazara no longer contemplated the good or bad of what she was doing, nor did she think about the language she was using at that particular time. She didn't wonder about herself and her life any-longer. She was aware of only one thing at that moment, and that one thing was the pressuring thrust of the plunger moving in and out of her shuddering body. That massive piston was moving in and out of her sucking interior until she was certain she would faint from the delicious thrills she was feeling. She didn't want to faint. She had to stay awake and enjoy all this right to the end. Her hips spun and turned, rotating wildly with lascivious grindings as the airline pilot shoved his hard cock deeper and deeper into the clinging, gripping, tautly squeezing depths of her moving body, Shee-ittt! He felt his eyeballs moving up in his head, flaring with the burning thrills of heavily boiling white fluid building in the scrotum of his body.
"You're . . . uhhhhh . . . expanding inside ..." he gasped. "You're going to . . . uhhhhh . . . cum. Good! Hit the heights, honey. Get there the same time I do. You can do it."
"I . . . UHHHH . . . FEEL SO . . . FUNNY ..." she sighed. "I'VE NEVER . . . OOOOOH . . . COME BEFORE . . . AHHHHH . . . BUT IF YOU TELL ME I CAN MAKE IT . . . HHHUUUNNNHHH . . . I'LL KEEP GOING .... . OOOOOH . . . YES . . . YES ...FUCK ME...FUCK ME... HAAANNNHHH . . . FUCK ME . . ."
The young stewardess's mahogany thighs were tightly wrapped around the charcoal body of the airline captain, tugging him that much more firmly against her own body, sucking him into a clutching, clinging, spinning, overpoweringly shattering hurricane that threatened to tug the two of them completely apart.
Daryn ground his stiff organ all the more strong- ly into the overpoweringly vacuuming depths of her seething and sucking pussy. Lazara's nails dug solidly into the dark flesh on his back, and began pulling and tearing and ripping, causing long, bloodfilled canals to line his already scarred back ... scarred from so many other similar encounters ... as her teeth chewed into the soft part of his shoulder near his neck. Their bodies moved with shorter, more solid strokings, slamming more and more firmly against one another. Daryn felt as if the top of his head was about to explode. When he finally did come, he was certain the cap of his skull would tear away from the rest of him, and the whole world would tremble from the force of it.
Insanely now, uncontrollably, the raven-fleshed stewardess clung to Daryn Purcell, uncontrollably heaving, slamming, bucking and climbing the full length of his solid cock like a pole vaulter. He, in turn, continued slamming violently into her, slamming, jamming, cramming, and nailing himself ever deeper into her soddenly squeezing depths. Her thighs rose even higher, firmly coming together, slowly, inexorably crushing, crushing, crushing as the two of them powered together with monumentally loud clashs as groin clapped against groin, stomach pressed against stomach, cock sank into cunt ... -sliding in and out, in and out, in and out as their entwined bodies moved up and down. Daryn knew the time was almost there. It would blanket the two of them at once like an all- consuming forest fire.
"OHHHHH . . . WOWWWWW . . . HHHAAANNNHHH!" the bouncing Lazara gasped, straining and stretching her shuddering self as she shaped her body beneath his into a Roman arch. The weightily bubbling, flooding, sweUingly overpowering fires of lust were about to come shooting from the tip of his moving penis. The pressure was building higher and higher in his jumping testicles and he knew if he didn't pop his load here and now, his balls would simply burst from the tremendous pressure.
Lazara felt her cunt lurching. She realized she was almost there. Where? She had no idea, but was certain that when she got there it was going to be something totally out of this world. Feelings she had never before known in her entire life were about to overtake her, and she thought she would dissolve with thrilling desire.
"FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . ." she gasped. "MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE COCK . . . MORE . . . PUT IT DEEPER . . . SINK IT . . . UHHHHH . . . FARTHERRRRR . . . FUCK MEEEEE ..."
Daryn Purcell was straining wildly at this point as he tautly clung with both hands to her maddeningly bouncing asscheeks. One of his fingers slipped into the narrow crevice between her buttocks and found the tiny little hole leading to her rectum. He felt it seemingly waiting to be pierced, and carefully, gently pushed against it with a forefinger, shoving the probing finger into her.
"HUUUNNNGGGHHH . . .AAANNNGGG-HHH . . . OOOOOH . . . WOWWWWW . . . GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" she uttered, shuddering as if in agonized torture, but the truth was, her body was merely automatically responding to his digital pressure. She rammed her body higher as a result of the fingered intrusion, impaling her taut cunt all the more certainly on his driving cock, and when her body came slamming down to the couch's cushions her anus was all the more solidly impaled on his driving finger.
"HARDERRRRR . . . HARRRDERRR . . . DEEEPERRR . . . MORRRE . . . MORRRRRE . . . UUUHHHNNNHHH ... I WANT MORRRRRE . . . MORE . .," she sobbed, her cunt tightly clinging to his penis, and her rectum solidly gripping his finger.
"NOWWWWW . . ." Daryn gasped. "NOW . . . NOW ... I CAN FEEEEEL IT . . . OGGHHHHH . . .AAANNNGGGHHH . . . LAZARA ... COMMMMME . . . COMMME . . . NOWWWWW . . . AAARRRGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAGGHH . . . III'MMM . . . UUUUUHHHHH . . . EXPLODDDDD-IIIIINNNNNGGGGG . . . OHHHHHHHHHH . . . YYYEEEAAAHHHUUNNGGHH ..."
It was all Lazara needed. Finally she reached the top, peaked, and her first orgasm hit her with the force of ten G's.
"AAIIYYAAGGHHAANNGGHH!" she screeched.
Fireworks went off in Daryn Purcell's aching brain as he clung to the dusky former virgin beneath him while exploding puffs of fire-colored flowers went off in Lazara's brain.
"OHHHHH . . . YESSSSS ..." was all she was able to hiss.
"YOU'RE . . . UHHHHH ... SO FANTASTIC," Daryn whispered to her, clinging to her until he thought he might fracture one of her ribs. "DON'T LET GO . . . DON'T LET GO . . ." Lazara begged. "HOLD ME . . . HOLD ME TIGHT . ... . I'M SO . . . UHHHHH . . . AFRAID ..."
"You have nothing to be afraid of," Daryn whispered in her ear, clinging tightly to her. "You've gone all the way over the hurdle, and it's been good all the way. Now hold onto me and just relax, and we'll come in for a nice, smooth landing. You'll see."
She held onto him for what seemed like hours. Finally, when she realized his penis had shriveled to almost one-sixth its original size, she let go of him and he rolled off her onto the floor.
"So this is what it's all about, huh?" she asked.
"This is it, honey," he nodded, still panting.
"Oh there are more, refinements you might say, but this is the basic thing."
"So now I'm one of the gang, huh?"
"Hell, no! You're way above the gang, sweetie.
You're special, really special, and don't you ever forget it." "I won't," she assured him.