Chapter 6
For the next week Mary moved about as if in a trance. She continued to go to work at the hamburger stand every morning, sneaking quietly out of the apartment building to avoid Mr. Rose. When she visited Ralph in the dismal visiting room of the jail he was appalled by the change in his wife -- there were dark circles under her normally bright eyes and she seemed to be in another world, responding only to direct questions. When he expressed his concern for her appearance she told him that she wasn't sleeping well.
There was no news about the condition of the man who had been shot in the holdup and George Adams had stopped coming to see Ralph, pleading that he was extremely busy on another important case. The long days and nights in the jail were hell for the young man but he was more concerned for his wife.
At night, Mary locked herself in the apartment and refused to answer the telephone or the doorbell. The television set was never turned on and the lights were usually out as she sat on the couch or lay in bed fully clothed and thought. For many days she seriously believed that she was going crazy. Every time she shut her eyes she had visions of her own body being impaled on a huge male penis. It was unattached to any body, just an enormous pink shaft of male flesh, tightly thrust between her spread legs. Her hands were wrapped around the thick organ as if guiding it in and out of her hungry vagina. She could see every detail of her wanton face clearly, the drooling lust-inflamed mouth, the glazed eyes and even the erect nipples on her heaving breasts.
When the image came to her it was accompanied by a warm delicious feeling in her loins and belly, the same exquisite feeling she had experienced when the building manager had pumped his own large cock in and out of her willing cunt. Once, when she opened her eyes, she found her hands between her legs, her fingers busily caressing her erect clitoris and the swollen pussy lips. Her first thoughts were of disgust and shame, but she continued to stroke the soft flesh until she felt the explosions of orgasm shake her body. Afterwards, she cried herself to sleep and had terrible nightmares about Ralph being released from jail and coming home to find her coupling with George Adams. She had awakened in a cold sweat and lay there for the rest of the night unable to get back to sleep.
As much as she tried, Mary could not reconcile the love she felt for her husband and the terrible gnawing desire she felt almost continuously now. She tried to visualize the penis of every man she saw -- even the elderly man she worked for in the hamburger stand. It was like an insane and obscene joke. She would stare down at their loins, trying to imagine how the flaccid organs would look in full erection. There was no sense or rules to the game -- she would imagine the smallest man with a huge stiff penis, fairly bursting with lust or she would sometimes look at large, virile looking men and see a tiny think cock the size of her finger. Her pelvis felt like it was on fire most of the time, and the only way she could quench the awful warmth would be to massage her pussy until the orgasms came.
She hated herself for thinking such thoughts, but there seemed to be no relief for her except in the manipulations of her fingers in her wet and hungry pussy. She tried to imagine it was Ralph's mouth or his hard, erect penis thrusting in and out of her instead of only her fingers. The need became more insatiable, and she found herself sleeping only a few hours each night, a light fitful sleep that neither refreshed or rejuvenated her aching body.
One afternoon coming out of the jail after visiting Ralph, she found George Adams waiting for her. He stood by his flashy car, his eyes scanning the figures coming out of the jail entrance. When he saw Mary, he walked quickly toward her. She tried to go the other way, but he quickly caught up with her and took her arm firmly in his hand.
"Trying to avoid me, Mrs. Stewart?"
Mary protested weakly, but she let herself be led toward the car. Still holding her arm, George Adams opened the passenger door and forced her inside. He quickly went around to the other side and got behind the wheel.
"Before you do anything rash... like jumping out, I have something very important to tell you," he said quickly. "I think I'm going to be able to get your husband out of this whole mess!"
"What do you mean?" Mary asked, too tried and dispirited to fight the man anymore.
I told you about the Assistant District Attorney I was going to see," he paused and smiled a sly smile almost as if congratulating himself on some important coup. "Well, there's a good chance that he'll drop the charge ... claim it was mistaken identity! He owes me a favor and he's willing to pay off."
She wanted to believe the words she hears, but it seemed too good to be true. To have Ralph back with her again was almost too much to hope for. And yet, perhaps he was telling the truth!
"But.. . but I just saw Ralph, and he didn't say anything," Mary said, wide-eyed and alert now.
"He doesn't know about it yet," Adams continued, "I had to talk to you first."
"Talk to me? Why?"
George started the engine of the powerful car and drove away from the curb smoothly. He wanted to make sure that there was no chance for the young girl to get away from him before he had a chance to explain what he had in mind. He talked as he drove, glancing over now and again to see Mary's reaction.
"I told you once that it was about time you learned the facts of life, honey. This world runs on the favors people do for one another. I did a favor for my friend once, and now he's going to repay it. That works out fine for you and Ralph, but I'm out one favor, right?"
Mary could only nod her head, sensing what was to come.
"Now I've got another friend who would be willing to be in my debt if I can help him get a big contract, and for that I need you. Do you follow?"
Mary was confused. Favors? Contracts? And why would he need her? Nothing the man said made any sense except the possibility of Ralph being freed.
George Adams was angry at the girl's obtuseness.
"Do I have to spell it out for you?" he said, "Look, I need you to spend a weekend with this guy at my place. If he likes you and my friend gets the contract, Ralph comes home a free man! Is that clear?"
Oh God! Mary thought, Does everything in the whole world revolve around sex? It was plain to her what George Adams was asking her to do. If I degrade myself further I can have my husband back; it's as simple as that! She felt a dull pain begin over her eyes, and she wanted to scream at the injustice of his proposal. And yet, if she did this one thing it would mean the end of all of her agony. Even if Ralph found out, he would understand that she had done it all for him -- he had to see that!
"What would I have to do?" she asked weakly.
George Adams was smiling and affable now that he had won.
"Just make sure this guy goes home happy!" he said. "If you do a good job, Ralph will be home in a few days. Okay?"
Mary had an irrational urge to begin giggling, but she choked it back. Already the warmth was spreading through her loins at the thought of having Ralph home and in her arms again. It was his huge cock in the daydreams that plagued her. Once she felt his strong male body pumping in and out of her, all the terrible thoughts would go away -- she would be free of them for good.
"Do you promise never to bother me again?" Mary asked.
The girl's naiveté almost made George laugh. If he had guessed correctly, their relationship was far from over. Ralph or no Ralph, he had plans for her.
"Sure, kid, I promise!" he lied smoothly.
Mary relaxed wearily against the smooth leather seat of the car as it sped out the Hollywood Freeway toward her apartment. They would pick up a few things for her and then continue on to George's house in Beverly Hills. The party was to start that evening, and he wanted Mary there early.
While Mary packed an overnight case, George used the telephone to make the final arrangements. He wore a self-satisfied smile as he thought of what the weekend would bring him. Getting the contract for his friend meant several thousand dollars immediately and a good deal of legal work in the future. He could forget the petty criminals and concentrate on respectable law for a change. The idea pleased him greatly, and he was confident that Mary could pull it off.
As they went downstairs, they met Mr. Rose in the lobby. His sickly smile turned to a look of pure hate as he watched Mary getting into the expensive car with the older man. He promised himself that there would be no more unanswered doorbells when Mary returned from wherever it was she was going.
Despite her anxiety and the fearful headache, Mary could not help but be impressed by the size of George Adams' home and the obvious luxury in which he lived. It was like stepping into another world, a world Mary had never seen outside the movies or in magazines. The house was a large, rambling Spanish mission-style with well-kept grounds and an enormous swimming pool. Inside, everything was in perfect taste, from the comfortable furniture to the valuable antiques scattered about the rooms.
George led Mary proudly through the house and into the large bedroom she was to use. The single room was larger than Ralph's whole apartment. George gave Mary a large, cool drink and left her to unpack while he went to his own rooms to shower and change.
She sipped the drink as she undressed, feeling the warmth of the alcohol through her body.
She felt almost light-headed as she ran water into the large marble bathtub and eased her body into the steaming suds. She told herself that it would be all over soon -- the whole terrible nightmare. She and Ralph would go away somewhere, far from Los Angeles and all of the awful memories. They could both get jobs and start a new life together. What did it matter about one more weekend? George Adams and his friend might use her body, but her spirit would be with Ralph in his jail cell. In spite of herself, she wondered what the man she was expected to entertain would be like. Would he be old and a brute like George? No matter, she thought, only a few more days until she had a real man!
She looked down at her body, the contours distorted by the water. She could see her own long legs -- the legs that had so eagerly wrapped themselves around the wanton hips of Mr. Rose. The silky, golden strings of pubic hair floated lazily away from her pubic mound, exposing the soft furrow of her vaginal slit. Above her stomach, her twin breasts seemed to float in the water, the little nipples puckered and pink, unstimulated as they had been when George Adams had massaged them into lewd erection and then crushed them down with the weight of his heavy body.
"Admiring yourself?"
Mary looked up in alarm to see George Adams towering above her. He was dressed only in a silken oriental bathrobe, and his frank eyes admired her body. He held two drinks in his hand, and he gave one of them to Mary and then sat down on a low stool next to the tub.
She took the drink and sipped it, too tired to order the man from the privacy of the bathroom. She made no attempt to bring her legs together or to cover her breasts. Let him look, she thought, it will be one of the last times.
"I thought I'd better tell you a little about Mr. Peters ... he's the guest of honor tonight," Adams said without taking his gaze from the sexy body in the tub. "He's an important industrialist from New York, and he likes young girls ... not too young, of course ... just about your age. You're going to have to make sure that he's completely entertained ... and I mean completely! Whatever he wants this weekend he gets! Is that understood?"
"What am I supposed to do?" Mary asked calmly. The alcohol was working, and she felt relaxed.
"You're supposed to do anything he wants you to do ... with him or to him!" Adams said ominously. "He's kind of a queer duck ... a little kinky sometimes. But if you pull it off and the contract is signed, then Ralph comes home a free man. If not ... well then, he stays in jail. You can see how important this is to all of us!"
"Are there going to be... " she paused, dreading the answer, "are there going to be other people here, too?"
"Only a few close friends," he replied. "I like to keep these parties intimate!"
George Adams rose from the stool and told Mary that she was to finish her bath and dress for the party. He instructed her to wear the thin, almost transparent gown he had put on the bed. Then she was to join him in the recreation room. Before going, he told her once more how important her performance was to Ralph.
Mary finished her bath slowly, still apprehensive about what was to happen and not wanting to leave the security of the hot, steaming water. When she knew that she could delay no longer, she rose from the tub and dried herself on a huge, soft towel, carefully avoiding the secret spot between her legs where the familiar warmth was building again. She brushed her hair and applied light makeup to her face as George had instructed her. The makeup hid the deep shadows under her eyes, and she could have been mistaken for much younger than she actually was. She found the thin gown on the bed and drew it over her swelling breasts and let it slide easily and smoothly down over her flat stomach, her firm hips and down the long, beautiful legs. A pair of Japanese sandals completed her costume. As she hesitated at the door, it burst open and the smiling face of George Adams suddenly appeared.
"Are you ready yet, kid? Some of the guests are already here!"
He took her arm and guided her swiftly out of the room and down a long hallway toward the recreation room. She could hear the sound of voices and clinking glasses against the background of music from a hi-fi or radio. It was soft, sexy music -- a baritone sax wailing sensuously -- the kind of music that she had always loved.
The voices stopped and everyone turned to look at the terrified young girl as George Adams led her into the luxuriously furnished room.
There seem to be so many people here, she thought anxiously. So many older, successful-looking men and an equal number of young and excitingly beautiful women. They stood by the bar or sat on the soft couches and chairs in small groups, laughing and talking to one another as they drank and smoked. Most of the girls seemed dressed much like Mary was in skimpy robes and short dressed that concealed nothing of their voluptuous bodies.
A flashing strobe light kept time with the music and a heavy pungent odor of smoke hung over the room, hurting the apprehensive young blonde's eyes and making them water.
George Adams led the protesting girl to the center of the room and stopped.
"Here she is folks, the newest ... you might even say most virginal ... member of our little circle!" He laughed as he bowed stiffly to the other guests. "Meet Mary, the flower of Hollywood!"
Everyone clapped and laughed as George led the embarrassed girl around the room, introducing her to the other guests smoothly and with a great deal of mock-charm. She could feel the men's eyes burning into her as they swept over her barely-concealed, ripe figure. Most of the girls were cool and envious that she would be entertaining the guest of honor.
A fat, balding man thrust a tall glass into her hand and asked Mary to come sit with him, but George Adams brushed him away and continued the introductions. All of the men seemed to be dressed casually, but there was no mistaking the expensive cut of their clothing.
"Come on, kid, a few last words before Peters shows up," George said, leading the confused girl to a quiet corner of the room where an empty couch sat. The talking and laughing had resumed, and she was thankful that the other guests were ignoring her once again. She sat down on the couch and let her terrified body be absorbed by the soft cushions, waiting for the smiling man next to her to speak.
"When Mr. Peters shows up I'm going to introduce you two and then let you be alone. If Peters doesn't want to stay in here with the rest of us, you're to use your bedroom ... or anyplace he wants. Understand?"
Her alcohol-fogged brain was only partially functioning, but she tried to look alert and listen to his words. She nodded, wishing desperately for the evening to be over.
Some of the other guests had started dancing to the lazy sax, their movements contrasting starkly as the supple young girls flowed sensuously and erotically and their older male partners awkwardly tried to follow their snake-like writhing. One tall, dark-haired girl stood in the middle of the floor, her legs spread out as her pelvis rotated slowly and her long arms came up to cup her softly swelling breasts and thrust them toward her partner, the erect brown nipples straining at the thin material of her dress invitingly.
Mary saw with horror that other young girls and their older partners were beginning to undress in the darkened corners of the room, oblivious to everyone else. The frightened girl tried to turn her eyes away from the obscene display of naked flesh, but she watched in fascination as pillows were thrown to the floor and some of the couples stretched out on them, their nude limbs entwining as young flesh met wantonly against the aging bodies of their partners.
My God, she thought, isn't it enough that I have to be here? Am I going to be forced to watch as these obscene people act out their depravities? She felt the plump fingers of George Adams come down on her thigh and began a gentle massage, and she twisted her body away from him.
"Don't worry," he laughed, "I'm saving you for the guest of honor!"
Adams suddenly rose to his feet as a chime sounded somewhere in the distance.
"That should be him now," he called over his shoulder to the nervous girl as he walked quickly toward the doorway.
She closed her eyes and sipped the drink, trying to blot out the lewd images of the other people in the room. Instead, her mind raced with obscene visions of its own. She saw her own body impaled by the enormous bodiless penis -- her long, lovely legs writhing insanely as her hands thrust the huge flesh into her hungrily-sucking pussy. The awful heat in her loins had started again and Mary crossed her legs guiltily, hoping the movement would stop the desire building in her. Instead, it only made it worse, and she had to struggle with herself to keep her hands from coming down and stroking the agitated flesh between her legs.
"Mary, I want you to meet Mr. Peters, our guest of honor."
The embarrassed girl opened her eyes quickly to see George Adams standing over her, his plump hand resting on the elbow of a stranger.
The man wasn't tall, but his gray hair and athletic slimness made him appear much taller than he really was. His lean face had been aged by weather and sunlight, making him appear dignified and at the same time powerfully virile and in control of himself. He was obviously a man of his own making, full of energy and fire. He wore a knitted pullover, slacks and sandals. There was nothing at all menacing about him except his steely-blue eyes which explored every inch of her luscious young body.
"Hi, Mary," the man said in a deep, forceful voice. "I hope we're going to become very good friends."
He extended a tanned hand to her, and she felt an electric shock go through her young body as his fingers came into contact with her trembling hand. He sat down next to her on the couch, his hand still firmly clasping hers. His eyes had not left her face, and she felt a blush come to her cheeks as the man seemed to be trying to read her thoughts.
"We'll see you later, Adams," he said in dismissal to the lawyer who was still standing in front of the couch. His eyes snapped back to Mary as George hastily departed.
"You look like you're frightened to death," the older man said soothingly, "Is this your first time at one of these parties?"
Mary nodded, afraid to speak.
The gray-haired man's eyes lit up, and he smiled broadly.
"I knew it! I knew it the minute I laid eyes on you that you weren't one of these Hollywood pro's." Mr. Peters seemed genuinely delighted, and he increased the pressure on Mary's fingers.
"Don't you worry about a thing, Mary. I'll take good care of you."
She let out her breath in a sigh of relief. The man's voice and reassuring words were telling her that she was going to be safe after all! He would protect her from the rest of the terrible people here! She looked up at him gratefully, her wide eyes thanking him silently, unaware for a moment that he had dropped her hand and was stroking her thigh gently.
"Look at them," Mr. Peters said harshly, taking his eyes away from the young girl and looking around the darkened room at the lewd figures of the other guests. "Pigs ... they're all pigs! Like performing seals! I could snap my fingers and they'd all disappear!" He raised one hand, the thumb and forefinger coming together as if he really were going to snap his fingers.
Then he turned back to Mary and laughed.
"You're not like the rest of them, are you, Mary?" His eyes seemed almost to bore into her very soul as he waited for her answer.
"I-I ... no, I'm not, Mr. Peters!" her voice came out in an almost hysterical denial.
"I knew it! Didn't I tell you I knew it!" he said earnestly. "But you have to call me Steve now that we're going to be such good friends."
Steve Peters was extremely pleased with the lovely young blonde girl sitting next to him. He had had more women in his life than he could count, and many had been like her, young, innocent and always beautiful. He liked the young newly married girls the best. He had had enough of the jaded professionals. He needed girls who would be impressed with his money and power, and who had not yet been initiated into the exotic forms of sex he loved so much. They were the best, he told himself, almost drooling at the sight of Mary's almost naked body beside him. He wanted to teach her the things that a young, fumbling husband could never know. He increased the pressure on her warm, soft thigh, and he felt the girl's leg shift comfortably.
"How long have you been married, dear?"
The question shocked her back to reality, and she suddenly realized that she had been almost mesmerized by the middle-aged man's soft voice and tender fingers.
"Almost a month."
"Wonderful!" he hissed happily.
Before either of them could say anything more, George Adams came to the center of the darkened room and asked for their attention.
"Kids, I have a special treat for you tonight! Something to get the party going!" George smiled as he heard the murmurs of approval from his guests. "I'd like to present Angela from Ti...jua...NA!"
As George Adams barked out the last syllable, a spotlight came on to focus on a large pillow near the center of the room as a young, innocent-looking Mexican girl appeared in the doorway and walked to the center of the room. She could not have been over seventeen and was the most lovely thing that Mary had ever seen. She had a sad, melancholy look on her face that reflected deep loneliness. It touched Mary to the depths as she felt much the same since Ralph had been taken from her. She identified with the girl immediately and concentrated completely on what she was doing. Her own emotions seemed inextricably bound to those of the lonely creature, and she felt tears of sympathy begin as they often did when she watched an exceptionally sad scene in the movies.
The girl carried a framed picture and she looked longingly at it for a moment and then pressed it tenderly to her full young breasts, outlined clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. She placed the photograph gently on the pillow and began to undress.
She slipped the long gown slowly upwards, exposing the high-set calves -- then the full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.
Mary could hear sounds of delight from the males as the dress snaked upwards over the girl's head and her beautifully-rounded torso appeared. Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her firm, ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the spotlight, and their quivering turgid nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres, peaking higher as the girl raised her arms high over the splendid body, pulling the long black hair up then releasing it to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.
The young girl was almost naked now, in high heels, long black hose, the garter belt and the thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the audience. Slowly, she drew the silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks -- brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves and discarding them by the dress at her feet. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to the front. All her delicious nudity was exposed now -- from her high, rounded breasts to the soft, dark triangle of her womanhood.
Mary shifted on the couch, unconsciously straining for a better look at the lovely girl. She was puzzled by the girl's seeming obliviousness to the people in the room with her. How could she so calmly undress in front of strangers?
The dark-haired young girl lay down on the pillow, the picture of her absent lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could only mean one thing!
She was aroused and needed release'
Mary almost gasped aloud as the girl's free hand massaged her own breasts in tiny, teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her pussy, nestled teasingly in the soft, dark hair between her thighs. Her feet were pointed directly at the heavy-breathing young wife as the girl slowly worked herself into a burning passion. Her buttocks twisted against the pillow as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton desire reflected in her eyes. It seemed so real, Mary couldn't understand how the girl could act such a part unless she really felt it. She remembered lying in her own bed so recently and thinking about Ralph and how she had almost gone insane with lust and desire until she had relieved herself with her own fingers. She blushed slightly as the guilt flickered through her conscience. She squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the couch cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva. She jumped at the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it brought. Her breath quickened.
Beside her, Steve Peters seemed cool and detached as he slipped a strong arm around Mary's barely-protesting body and pulled her closer to him. He seemed not to be watching the young Mexican girl at all, but instead concentrating his attention and hands on Mary. The hand around her waist started to move upwards toward her breast, cupping its swelling fullness as the other hand gently forced her thighs apart.
The heat and excitement of the room were beginning to stimulate the young blonde wife against her will, and she squirmed against the couch seat again, pressing her body down as she fought to keep her legs together. The cushion pushed into her, forcing the thin material of the gown she wore between the moist lips of her pussy, and her body rocked on it in an almost discernible rhythm -- in concert with the writhing girl on the pillow. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. As her lower body moved, Steve Peters allowed his hand to dart into the moist warm crevice, and his forefinger was suddenly resting on the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending ripples of guilty pleasure through her body. It feels so good, she thought to herself, and I'm doing it for Ralph. There was none of the animalistic pawing at her like George Adams or Mr. Rose had done. The finger barely touched her. just enough contact to send the shivers of delight through her lower body as it pressed in for a moment and then backed off. The older man's other hand was lazily circling her erect nipple, causing it to strain against the soft material of her gown. My God, she thought, how can anything that feels so good be wrong?
It seemed an eternity since she had last looked at the young girl on the pillow, but it had only been a few seconds. The dusky-skinned girl was writhing more lasciviously now as though she was being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the floor beside the pillow, and both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest together at the "vee" of her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned with pleasure at the sudden contact of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs and pulled her knees up, her toes still on the pillow. Then she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns and with a deeper groan let them fall apart to expose to the excited guests the moistly glistening furrow of her young womanhood. Her fingers crawled to the soft, hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice was hungrily opened. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone in the stage light, divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny, hairless anus nestled mysteriously and invitingly below the swollen and agitated pussy lips.
Just as the girl slowly inserted her middle finger into the glistening pink flesh, stroking the tiny, bud-like clitoris, Mary felt her companion's thick fingers plunge down and cup themselves against her own wet pussy and press firmly against her moistly heated hair-lined slit. She could feel his breath coming faster, and she was afraid to look at him for fear her lust-glazed eyes would spur him on to other things. Involuntarily, her hips moved forward and returned the pressure as Steve Peters' other hand dropped from her erectly straining nipple and slowly snaked under her soft buttock and inner thigh, kneading the heated flesh and forcing her legs apart slightly more. He had opened the cupped fingers and allowed the soft flaps of her pussy lips to be squeezed between them as his extended middle finger curled slightly and began to trace the furrow that guarded her lust-inflamed young vagina.
The sensuous movements of the girl on the pillow increased, and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips, her legs jackknifed out, knees against her breasts as her softly-rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined two fingers with the first and clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the hungry pink folds. They disappeared with a soft, sucking sound, and a low moan of pleasure purred from the girl's lips.
Just when the young wife thought she could stand no more of the tantalizing and lewd display going on in front of her eyes, she felt a strong and insistent finger begin to worm its way into her own tight pussy, and she realized with a shock that the man beside her was going to invade her vagina just as the young Mexican girl was doing to herself. Terrified that she had let herself be lulled into the wanton position she found her body in, the young blonde struggled to close her legs against the cruel, probing finger. Her movements only excited the panting man more, and he increased his pressure as his head moved closer to hers and she heard his whispered voice.
"Play with my cock!"
The frightened young woman could hardly believe her ears, and she shook her head violently. He was asking her to do the unthinkable. She had never done that even with Ralph. Despite the voice within her brain that told her not to look, she found her eyes roving down to the gray-haired man's bulging fly. The material seemed to be threatening to burst from the awful pressure of the flesh thrusting against it. She shook her head again as he repeated the words, more insistent now. His fingers had lost their tenderness and were forcefully thrusting into her pussy, bruising the tender flesh with their ferocity.
"Goddamnit, do what I tell you!" There was no mistaking the implied threat in his voice.
She had to do it! There was no choice if she wanted her husband home again! She tried to tell herself that it would be over soon -- only a few more days of desperate loneliness and she would be reunited with her strong, virile Ralph. Then the nightmare would be over for her. Her face was burning with shame as she reached over and let her hand fall into his lap.
A long sigh of pleasure came from the man as Mary's fingers began to tentatively explore the bulging mound of flesh. It seemed so alive as it strained mightily to escape the confining material. She could feel it pulsing and throbbing as her hand began to stroke it tentatively. Her eyes went back to the girl on the pillow, ashamed at what she was doing to Steve Peters.
The young Mexican girl had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink opening, making moist sucking sounds as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face was red -- straining for a climax. She groaned in frustration as her fingers thrust harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long, dark hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against the spread, straining buttocks, the grunts faster and louder with each passing second.
"Unzip me -- Jesus Christ, unzip me!" There was a new urgency in Steve Peters' voice as his fingers continued to flail away at his young companion's pussy, jerking in and out cruelly as his thumb pressed against her straining and erect clitoris.
Without thinking about what she did, her finger fumbled for the zipper of the gray-haired man's fly and began to pull it downward. Her own breathing was becoming more labored as her pelvis began to respond to the brutal probing inside her moist vagina. She knew it was wrong, but she had no control over herself. Electric shocks were shooting through her tortured body, and her hips were moving forwards and backwards in time to the rhythm of the girl on the pillow. She had to find release for her own demon desire just as much as the other girl did.
Suddenly, Steve's throbbing, naked penis was in her hand, and her fingers closed over its heated surface. It was huge! Far bigger than any male organ she had ever seen! Her long fingers could barely stretch halfway around the enormous instrument, and she immediately thought of the awful, impaling penis in her daydreams.
"That's it, baby, play with it!"
For a moment, she hesitated, then she began to pull back on the hard shaft to expose the thick, scarlet, blood-engorged head. His hips started to move, and she felt her hand massaging the terrible organ, moving quickly up and down its shaft, the thick, rope-like blood vessels bulging just under the heated skin. Her own pussy was on fire and another of his fingers joined the first in the lust-inflamed cavity as she spread her weak legs apart further. She had no control of herself anymore, and every nerve in her body seemed to come alive as the desire built in her loins.
"Oooooh ... that feels sooo gooooddd!" she whimpered as her own hand raced up and down the rock-hard penis in her partner's lap. She wanted it to go on like this forever ... never to stop. Delicious waves of pleasure surged through her, and she forgot where she was as the juices began to pour out of her moist young pussy.
Suddenly, there was a loud gasp from the other people in the room, and Mary looked up to see a large St. Bernard dog running across the room toward the young girl on the pillow. The girl's eyes widened in mock terror, and she jerked the back of a hand to her mouth as if to keep from screaming. The girl froze in her position of masturbation -- thighs spread and with her knees still drawn up to her chest. The huge dog stood there for a moment, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned vaginal area.
Mary was so startled she unconsciously squeezed the large cock in her hand, causing her companion to open his eyes and look directly at her.
"My God!" she whispered, her voice quivering. "What's he going to do to her?"
"You are new to this aren't you?" Steve Peters answered with a chuckle. "It's just part of the act! He won't do anything she doesn't want him to do!"
This was too monstrous -- too revolting, Mary thought to herself. But somehow, the helplessness of the girl lying there, shaking with pseudo-fear beneath the huge dog was fascinating. She couldn't look away any more than she could take her hand from the throbbing cock that pulsed so wildly within her grasping fingers. The dog is going to rape the naked and defenseless girl, she thought in horror, and it sent shivers of repulsive curiosity tingling through her. She told herself that it was something the girl had done before, and strangely, she wanted to see the obscene coupling. Her own pussy was crying out for relief, straining to feel the first hot flashes of exquisite orgasm, and she felt both stimulated and frustrated by the lewd exhibition on the pillow.
The giant St. Bernard lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft, hair-covered loins and was sniffing. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. The girl moaned in mock-terror again as the cold nose found and made contact with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
For a moment, the luscious young girl tried to squirm away but the dog raised his head and growled and began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He raised his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly-closed little anus, up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt, and over the tiny, sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping spasmodically as she squirmed under him, lapping and sniffling at her loins.
The fascinated young wife on the couch heard a grunting noise, and she suddenly realized that it came from her own mouth. All of the gray-haired man's fingers were in her hungrily-clasping cunt now, and she was straining to force them in even further. Her hand seemed to have a life of its own as it squeezed and manipulated his huge cock, from the thick stem at the base of his stomach up its glorious length to the scarlet knob-head. She couldn't help it -- she had to have her pleasure continue!
Her whole body was shuddering in the throes of the insane sensations that shot through her as she watched the young girl in the pillow writhe in rapture as the slithering, thick tongue continued to lick her exposed cunt.
Suddenly, with a deep animal sound, the girl kicked her legs back over her head and pulled the dog's nose forward into her well-lubricated vulva. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust pussy without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between the flailing buttocks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him.
Suddenly, without warning, Steve Peters pulled his wet fingers from Mary's protesting pussy and pulled her to the floor. She came down on all fours, struggling to pull down the thin gown which had ridden up toward her middle, exposing her upraised buttocks and wet, burning pussy. Strong hands held her down, and she realized with alarm that the older man wanted her in this position. His hands snaked around her and began to roughly massage her hanging breasts, strong fingers kneading at the inflamed and erect nipples as his huge cock flattened itself between her smooth, white buttocks, pulsing madly against her tender skin and forcing itself between the twin mounds until it pressed against her nakedly exposed anus. Involuntary shivers of pleasure surged through her at the contact. She wanted to cry out with shame. It was wrong, every part of it, everything she was doing, but she couldn't help the excitement that shuddered through her loins as she continued to watch the girl and the dog.
The St. Bernard lifted his head from the pleading girl's cunt to nose her over onto her stomach. She seemed to move in abject surrender, her resistance gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, her quivering body spread-eagled, face down on the pillow. The huge head lowered again, the thick tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's buttocks.
As the excited young wife watched the obscene display, Steve Peters continued to fondle her swaying breasts. Aching to know the glorious pleasures that drove the young Mexican girl to such madness, Mary's eager muscles wantonly accepted the torturous fondling hands. Every fiber in her body shivered as one hand slid away from her breasts to trace a sensuous trail down her flat, unyielding belly and glide teasingly into the soft, curling pubic hair that covered her mound with a silken blonde triangle. Through the moist hair, then pausing for a moment, the fingers slipped once again into the wet dampness of her vaginal slit, scraping the tiny bud of her clitoris with a shock that brought it again to life. Massive and throbbing, his thick penis nestled in the crevice between the undulating cheeks of her buttocks, its smoldering fires seeming to burn a tunnel between her quivering thighs. A moan of ecstasy came from her constricted throat.
The lust-inflamed man started to rock gently forward then back again, and. Mary responded eagerly, rolling her upraised buttocks in rhythm to the girl on the pillow while Steve Peters' extended middle finger fucked deliciously in and out of her excited cunt.
"Bend forward a little and I'll fuck you now," Steve said as his cock threatened to burst.
"Mm, no," she grunted through her tightly clenched teeth. "Not yet!"
"We're wasting time, damnit. You can watch them while I fuck you, and you'll get even more of a kick out of it," he told her and saw her shudder at his obscene words. He wanted her now and nothing could stop him.
Swaying gently with a more subtle rhythm, 'her buttocks rolled lightly back and forth, the two round cheeks trembling sensuously with each motion, and she felt his hands sliding down and parting her smooth buttocks. She wanted to cry with shame and desire, but no tears came. Instead, she forced her legs apart wider and felt another long thrill race through her as his head came down and he began to eagerly lick the moist crevice between her jiggling buttocks, stopping for a second to flick his tongue at the tiny elastic ring of her anus.
"Aaaa ... aaahhh," she moaned aloud as the titillating tongue licked rapidly between her ass-cheeks, sending waves of blistering electricity through her lust-maddened body. She thrust her upraised buttocks backwards and began screwing tiny circled around the torturing tip of his wet, red tongue as it continued the exciting rape of her virginal backside. Flashes of hot and cold shivered through every nerve in her young body as she reveled in the next and exciting sensations. It was a terrible, evil thing to think about, but when it was happening, really happening, she could conceive no other feeling in the world, only the rasping wet, circling tongue that lashed back and forth along the smooth, white crevice of her buttocks. Now she could only think of pleasure -- her pleasure!
The huge dog was now nuzzling between the lust-paralyzed girl's legs, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the pillow. Mary's eyes widened in amazed disbelief as his head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. What he 'wanted was plain -- and the girl obediently knelt, elevating her spread buttocks, bending down before the large dog in surrender. His relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs -- just as Steve Peters was doing to the desire-crazed young wife!
The frenzied young Mexican girl was on all fours, and the huge dog mounted the spread mounds of her buttocks, paws on her back. It was then that Mary saw that white fur mitts had been lashed to the dog's forefeet to prevent his claws wounding the girl. The glistening scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping clear white drops of seminal fluid as the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice, trying to bury itself up into her body.
Suddenly, Steve Peters stopped licking, and a gasp of frustrated relief passed the panting lips of his blonde companion. She sensed him rising behind her, his tongue sliding along her spine, barely touching her skin as he lapped gently at the smooth, white flesh.
Sobbing, the dark girl on the pillow looked back, shifting her rounded buttocks to capture the lengthening shaft of the dog's massive penis. Like a bitch in heat, she strove to sheathe the long, scarlet organ in her voraciously grasping vulva. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find her momentarily relaxed anus and tried to bore into the tiny, puckered orifice. With a cry, the girl tensed, evading the long animal-cock. He thrust again, his massive cock sliding this time along the hair-covered pussy, its throbbing length flailing against the young girl's clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted sharply with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still-unhoused shaft rubbed between them.
The desire-crazed young wife could hardly control her jerking body as she watched the Mexican girl, moaning with desperation, reach back and grasp the slippery organ of the dog and guide the point of it into the pink slit of her pussy, spreading it wider apart with each awful thrust of the animal's body.
Suddenly, Mary felt the purplish head of Steve Peters' throbbing cock nudge up between her thighs and touch her defenseless, hair-covered young vagina.
The inevitable was happening, and she was more frightened than she had ever been in her life! NO, no, she screamed silently, remembering how huge his pulsing organ was. He's so big, much too big. He'll kill me! Please, God! Make him stop! Make him stop!
Spurred by her sudden, overwhelming fear, her buttocks clenched together, and she drew forward in a futile effort to escape the impending entrance of the threateningly rigid cock. But there was nowhere for her to go. She was trapped by her own desire-filled body, completely at the mercy of a strange man she barely knew.
On the pillow in front of the terrified young blonde, the giant St. Bernard jerked forward and buried his cudgel deep up into the squirming girl's pink, grasping hole. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A moan of relief came from the girl's contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As his forelegs wrapped around her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal-fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face turned sideways to the other people in the room, and they could see fully the effect it was having. Her face was contorted in rapture from the delicious screwing the dog was giving her. Her large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her weaving torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep up into her, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her belly.
Steve Peters' hands were digging into Mary's soft, widespread thighs like a painfully tearing vise, clamping her in position for his first lunge. "Now," he gasped, "You put it in!"
"Please," she begged through her tears, "don't make me, please, I can't. You'll split me open. I know you will. Please don't make me do it!"
He was almost drooling in anticipation as he watched the young blonde-haired girl squirm in his vise-like grip. It excited him tremendously to hear her beg for mercy. He knew her protestations were real and that she was torn between lust and fear of his huge throbbing cock. This was just the way he liked it. Soon she would be begging for him to fuck her, and he could hardly wait to ram his terrible organ up into her almost virginal flesh.
"Now, goddamn it!" he growled and tightened his deathlike grip on her yielding upper thighs.
"Uuuuggghh," she groaned at the terrible digging pain that tore at her thighs. What else could she do? There was no hope, and in order to stop the pain, she quickly reached between her splayed thighs and folded her fingers over the turgidly thick flesh of his jerking penis. No, no, she told herself, feeling its enormity. It's too big! This man -- he'll split me open!
Her hesitation brought another biting pain from his scourging fingers and a squeal from her panting lips. Unwillingly, she pulled the massive purple cock-head forward until it nosed against the terrified quivering entrance to her vagina. She wanted to cry out and run but could only moan and bite her lip as she felt the rubbery tip nudge forward against the moist open lips and begin to part their ruffled pinkness with its massive girth. Slowly stretching her flesh apart, the probing phallus forced its way up into the tight, restricting channel until the entire bulbous head rested just inside her damp warm hole. Then, certain that she would split apart any moment, she felt the whole length of his lust-swollen pole suddenly thrust forward up into her elastic passage with one powerful lunge, grinding its way relentlessly up into her moistly heated cunt to the very hilt.
"Arrrgghhh!" she wailed aloud, not caring about the other people in the room. Her whole belly was on fire! She fought to pull herself away from the pummeling rod, but there was no escape. She was impaled on the end of his throbbing cock and an eternity was passing before her eyes as she sought to put out the cruel fires that burned through her tortured vaginal passage. Spasms of pain rippled through her stretched cuntal walls, almost making her pass out.
Rolling her head in pain, Mary opened her eyes to see the girl on the pillow bucking wildly and shouting lewd encouragements to the dumb beast through her clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his cum up her cunt. The girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of being screwed by this panting beast in front of the gaping crowd. She ground her buttocks back against the animal, her body jerking as she continued to cry out for more. Her shining thighs were wet with perspiration and the juices which flowed freely from her hungrily clasping pussy.
Mary was caught up in the girl's passion, and she suddenly realized that the pain was leaving her impaled vagina. Instead, there was a rhythmic rocking back and forth as Steve slowly increased his strokes, plunging his long, thick cock deeper and deeper up into the smooth walls of her rapidly moistening pussy. She felt the electrifying ripples of passion again, this time calling from deep in her soft, suddenly clenching vagina for release as its desire grew stronger. Each thrust was stretching the smooth, clasping walls a little wider, and she sensed her own body responding in an obscene roll of her sensuous hips in time with the strong, hard cock fucking her from behind.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned involuntarily, not displeased that she had made a sound. It seemed to excite the gray-haired man to even more passion and she felt his massive cock thrust deeper up into her.
Kneeling behind her, the once-distinguished looking man was contorted with lust as he fucked into her tight, hair-lined pussy again and again, lunging with all his strength. He was holding her hips captive and fucking her as her master -- and that was his greatest pleasure from sex -- the total mastery that it gave him over the helpless girls. He could do whatever he wished, and she would submit to his demands without question. Before the weekend was out, he would take her in every way possible, he congratulated himself silently, feeling a new flood of her lubricating juices flow into her ravaged cunt.
He pulled easily at the tender juggling moons of her swaying buttocks and spread them, watching the ruffled pink lips of her cunt clasping and sucking at his cock as he pounded it in and out of her totally defenseless pussy. Suddenly he pushed himself forward and plunged the final, blood-engorged inch of his pummeling cock up into her wide-stretched hole, feeling the jelly-like fleshy resistance deep inside spread an easy path for the fiery throbbing head of his cock and hearing a final submissive gasp of pain from her lips. He knew that she'd never been fucked like this by her husband in the few weeks of their marriage. From the size of her tight cunt and the still-pink flesh wrapped hungrily around his massive erection, he suspected that she had been a virgin until very recently. She was nearly new flesh, and he grinned idiotically then rolled his buttocks in wide arcs, forcing the head of his sunken cock to burn circles deep up in the furthest depths of her clasping, hair-covered cunt. Every moist inch of that channel was smooth and soft and tight, eager for his circling cock, enveloping it like a warm, wet glove and massaging its veined hardness with tingling electric strokes.
Unaware of any more pain, the golden-haired young girl mewled again and again at the obscene fucking of her ravished vagina and concentrated only on the erupting passion that coursed through her veins. She spread her lovely long white thighs wider and forced herself backwards, forcing the panting, lust-inspired older man to follow her erotically lewd movements in an effort to keep his cock inside her. She cooed at the bushy clump of graying hair that surrounded the base of his jerking cock, feeling it whisk over the soft inner folds of her engorged cuntal lips and tickle the hardly touched smoothness of her jiggling buttocks. She dropped from her elbows and crushed her large succulent breasts against the soft rug and began a lusty shaking of her upper body, rotating her breasts in small circles and pinching her already taut nipples into a greater hardness. Mewling and moaning at every delightful stimulation, she cooed even louder as she felt the rubbery head of his thick cock probing the deep, untouched frontiers of her vagina where none had ever touched before. She was no longer just a neophyte in sex. She was, instead, a woman, healthy and enjoying the magnificent penis that drove in and out of her pussy with growing ease. She liked the pleasure, the lust that had incited her to this heavenly combination of sensations -- it was passion, desired for its own end, passion alone, and that was all she cared about.
The young girl on the pillow was still screaming her pleas to the insanely pumping animal, and Mary knew how the girl felt as the long, driving shaft excited her to new heights of lust and desire.
Suddenly, the man behind her pulled his gigantic cock out of her quivering pussy and pulled her to the floor. A cool rush of air covered her protesting cunt, and she felt her legs being spread-eagled as her back sank into the plush rug. She felt incomplete without the huge phallus buried deeply within her, and she cried out for him to put it in again. For the first time, she realized how wonderful it was to have her pussy crammed full of strong male flesh, and she wanted it quickly back within the wildly wanting confines of her hungry hole.
"Oh, Jesus ... get it back in . .. PLEASE" she begged him as he knelt over her, his mammoth organ poised and ready. She was shocked to see his once calm face now distorted with lust as his hands went under her smooth buttocks and raised them slightly so that the dark knob of his cock-head was in place. She moaned and wiggled in ecstasy as she felt the throbbing tip sliding evenly and smoothly into her aching channel, filling it once more with the hotly throbbing flesh that had taken her to such lust-filled heights only moments before. She raised her legs and locked her trembling thighs around his hips, imprisoning his huge instrument deep up inside her belly, never wanting to let it go. As he thrust forward and withdrew then thrust the burning poker forward once more, she began to clench the smooth ruffling walls of her vaginal passage open and closed like a moistly burning fist, massaging his cock like a living vibrator. She was in total surrender to sexual passion, to his ecstatic moaning, to the electric shock of desire and light that flashed through every fiber of her being. Her head rolled back and forth in silent reverie, sucking all the passion and exciting sensation she could from this wicked, adulterous fucking.
She was alone in a world of sex and the moment, leaving all thought of her husband behind as she felt his sperm-swollen balls slapping rhythmically against her bucking buttocks, sending earth-shaking tremors of lust racing through her naked loins.
"Yes, Oh God! Yesss! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she howled uncontrollably as he jerked and bucked spastically, feeling the first throes of her orgasm building deep in the straining muscles of her belly. Her frenzied mind and body were wild and lashing like the untamed sea as she begged and begged for more pleasure, more passion and the final mindless moment of orgasm.
From somewhere in the back of her tortured brain, the lust-inspired young blonde could vaguely hear other sounds, and she knew that the rest of the older men and young girls in the room were coupling as frantically as she and Steve Peters were.
Suddenly there was a cry from the stage. The girl was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long, dark hair churning on the pillow. She was in the beginning throes of orgasm and screwed her buttocks greedily against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked frantically into the waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from his open mouth onto the sweat of her back. She screamed suddenly and rammed against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward, and his cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep up into her clasping vagina. The frenzied girl's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgasmic upheaval deep up inside her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tight cunt, squeezing the pistoning cock of the dog, thin trails of the sticky white cum running down the ivory columns of her thighs and pink flesh, soaking her pubic hair as she pitched forward on her face, unconscious. The rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipped from her mauled pussy with a loud sucking noise that echoed through the room and mingled with the sounds of lust and desire coming from every corner.
In a last desperate attempt to get the gray-haired man's huge cock deeper within her, the lust-crazed Mary brought her long, lovely legs up and clasped her ankles with her hands, spreading her whole cuntal area wider to the rampaging organ that drove mightily into her.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she screamed out and felt his iron-hard erection plow deeper up into her than it had ever been. She released her legs, and they came down again onto the sweating man's back, her heels digging into his hard flesh as she strove to keep the wonderful cock within her clasping pussy.
Her whole body was a searing flame of lust as his balls beat against her upturned buttocks, swinging and slapping against the white flesh as he cried out suddenly to signal the race of the sticky white cum up through his rampant cock. The frantic young wife's belly and loins exploded in exquisite pleasure that shot through her, the delicious shocks buffeting the clasping walls of her pussy as they spread heatedly to every tortured nerve end, building higher and higher as she felt the white-hot male sperm shoot out through the dilated tip of the knob-head and ricochet around the dark cavern of her cunt, splashing and warming her every wrinkle and fold of velvety flesh.
"Aaarrgghh, I'm cumming! I'm CCCUUMMIINNGG!" she howled with sexual delight as her spasms of pleasure increased to the boiling point. She came again and again, each explosion more delicious than the last as the huge cock pumped more and more white sticky cum up into her spastically twitching cunt.
Suddenly it was over except for a few lingering sensations, and she felt the long cock slipping from her still-clasping pussy with a loud smacking sound. She lay there for a moment, listening to the other people in the room still fucking. As her eyes opened and her head rolled to one side, she saw the giant dog in his last act of obscene depravity, his huge head between the Mexican girl's widespread thighs, his tongue licking greedily at the white sticky liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt.
Then, she felt the blackness of unconsciousness, and her eyes closed, mercifully blocking out the obscene images. She slept fitfully, her long blonde hair tangled over her swelling breasts and her fingers protectively cupped around her exhausted and bruised young pussy.