Chapter 3
Rhoda had made one of the most difficult decisions of her young life. It was a hard decision to make, and she knew it would be harder, much harder to carry out now that she had determined her course of action.
The security guard put down the case again and reached for her, claiming his prize; he took her by the wrist and moved her from the chair to the couch, his mouth, once again, avidly searching hers as a hand went to a full round breast, his fingers digging into the flesh through her clothing.
Oh Lord. . . I won't be able to stand it. . . ! How do I let a man make love to me. . . a man I don't love ... a stranger? It's wrong, wrong. .. wrong!
Momentarily she struggled against him, trying to escape his pillaging tongue, his rapacious hands moving on her body, and she knew that it was futile. She had made her bargain with this beast. Now she had to keep it.
I'm doing this for Phil! That's the only thing I have to remember.. . It's for Phil! If I just think about that. . . all the time he's. . . doing it to me. . . I might be able to get through it! Ugh! He's vile.
She groaned, but it was not a groan of sex or passion; the sound escaped from the very depths of her tortured soul. It signaled defeat, but Don Proctor heard and misinterpreted. He thought she had groaned in pleasure.
Take it easy, baby . . . there's plenty of time," he croaked as he shoved her back on the couch and began kissing her neck, his tongue laving her moistly, now poking into her ear, the tip running around the edges, giving her the shivers.
"You're a delectable little piece," he hissed down at her as the lay stretched at full length now on the couch, her thighs tightly clenched, dreading the time when he would want to touch her there ... on the private, secret place of her womanhood that had heretofore been touched only by her darling husband.
His hand roamed down across her flat belly on down the inside of a thigh to the hem of her dress then back up the smooth warm flesh to the juncture of her trembling thighs, pulling the dress up to expose her completely to his lustful gaze as his hand touched her soft silky pubic hair. He grinned and used a finger, smoothly inserting it into the crease at the top of her quivering vaginal slit and moving it in to find the tiny enshrined button of her clitoris, rubbing at it to instigate those vibrant sensations of wanton sexuality he knew resided there in every woman regardless of how haughty she might appear to be.
Rhoda cringed inwardly with each touch, her mind wrestling desperately with principles and value judgments, trying to rationalize for herself the what and why of what she was doing. She found no additional answers.
"Oh, please ... Mr. Proctor . .. don't!" she moaned as she felt his strong hands force her thighs apart and his fingers pulling and tugging at the thin band of nylon protectively covering her defensively cringing cuntal lips.
"Mr. Proctor!" he cackled. "God damn!
That's a good one! As close as we're going to be . . . you'd better start calling me Don .. . I'm the Don of Hearts!" He roared with laughter at his own punning joke then twisting his hand into the crotch band of her panties, he gave a prodigious yank, tearing them away from her, the material ripping asunder, leaving her loins young, tender, tremblingly naked and defenseless.
"No! Oh no!" she cried, clamping her legs tight together, a hand going instinctively down to cover her shame.
"Open your legs . . . Bitch!" he grunted. "I don't want to get rough with you . . . But if I have to, I will!"
"Leave me alone!" she flashed. "IT just. .. can't g-go through with it.. . !"
"You want your beautiful face marked up .. . Rhoda, baby?"
"Y-You .. . wouldn't ...?!" She was aghast, visions of herself... in the hospital. . . surgeons rebuilding her face!
"Try me!" the sadistic plant guard chuckled. "Now, do you get those legs open or not?"
Defeat, disgust and fear mingled in her, and she relaxed the muscles of her thighs, allowing the marble-white curving columns to splay out slightly, revealing the pink slit, glistening dully there, a golden ring of sparse blonde hair lining the soft femaleness where the petals protruded slightly, like a tiny nether tongue peeping out, and above the miniature phallus her clitoris lay in its protective canopy of flesh.
Then it began!
She felt his finger moving on her . . . moving as it traced the thin pink furrow of her softly naked cunt, and she squirmed and shivered with abhorrence at the lewdness of his tracing finger; then there was a moment of strange masochistic warmth, of prurient delicious agitation, she could not explain as he insinuated the finger deeper and deeper inside her warm moistly tremulant vaginal passage.
In her helplessness, something was happening to her, and Rhoda could not explain it to herself. That spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling awareness and the heightened sensations seeming to center there where his finger probed signaled pleasure . . . forbidden pleasure!
Oh God! That feeling! His finger is driving me crazy!
Rhoda moaned in an agony of emotional conflict and an as yet unrecognized sensual desire, her nerve endings alive with the shimmering electric shock of it along the flesh of her thighs, her loins surgingly responding to him but not wanting to respond . .. not wanting it to happen this way. Why didn't he just throw himself on here . .. and do it . .. and be done with it? God!
Squirming her buttocks down into the soft cushions of the couch, she sought to escape the tantalizingly worming finger, her moan changing to a helpless mewling whimper as his fingers taunted the tight sensitive portal, gently thrusting into it several times then parting the softly curling pubic hair to make a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny pulsing head of her erect clitoris. She felt the moisture seeping from her from the unwanted and forbidden sexual excitation that had now filled her whole being, and she clenched her teeth to hold back her groan of pleasure. She would not succumb to the salacious feelings building within her!
No! Good Lord, no! It's wrong! So terribly wrong! I'm a married woman!. . . And I'm about to break my marriage vows. . . become an adultress!. . . Actually worse . . . I'm selling myself. . . for that awful tape. . . to save Phil! That's almost the same . . . as . . . as prostitution! God! Oh, dear God! I don't know what to do! Help me! Suddenly she knew!
She couldn't let this vile creature do these things to her! What kind of addlepated thinking had she been doing. Forcefully she thrust her hands against his chest as she writhed and kicked, attempting to push him away from her.
"No! Stop it! God damn you!" she snarled up at him: "Get off of me!"
Her sudden change of mind and the force of her attack caught Don by surprise, but he was not startled enough to release her, let her escape him. He caught both her wrists in his steely-fingered grasp, his weight on her pinning her to the couch beneath him.
"You little bitch!" he grated at her, forcing his hip and leg between her thighs, wedging them open while his finger went on plundering the moist readiness of her gently clasping vagina. "You're going to get fucked, baby . . . but nobody can ever say you were raped because you'll be climbing the walls wanting it.. . begging me for it! So relax . .. and cooperate!" he rasped down at her, his lewd smile twisted on his face.
"No! Never!" she shrilled. "I'll never beg. . . for that!"
"We'll see!"
Then slowly, Rhoda stopped struggling, and she relaxed into the soft couch, the insane horror of her helpless, completely defenseless situation sinking into her frantic brain. God! She was trapped! She could only lie there and allow this beast to do his will with her... let his hands roam at will over her helpless body, taking any and all indecently lewd liberties with her that he pleased; presently, when he was ready ... he would take her sexually . . . violating her warm young body as he squirted his abominable sperm deep into her unwanting belly. There was nothing she could do now to stop him ... and either way she was on the losing end. She was damned if she did and damned if she didn't. Now, the real irony was revealed to her. She was being used!
The tears of her humiliation flowed down her cheeks; the revulsion in her for her own reactions catching in her throat as she found that the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her genitals elicited uncontrollable responses in the aroused wetness of the female slit between her legs.
His voice was loud and raspy in her ear, his breath hot against her, "Starting to feel good . . . isn't it.. . ?" he teased.
Rolling her head aside, trying to twist her face away from him, the words caught in her throat; she couldn't speak, the sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her quivering clitoris causing her to work her writhing buttocks down into the cushions to escape the frenzied nerve-shocking sensations that coursed through her soft vibrating pussy.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh!" she whimpered involuntarily as he continued his manipulation of her abused clitoris.
Don moved his scrawny body up over her, freeing her wrists from his strong-fingered grasp and bringing his hand up to her head, he grabbed a handful of her golden tresses. He drew her head to him and kissed her wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his finger began to massage her naked cunt once more.
"I'm going to make you naked, baby," he grunted. "And you're going to cooperate!"
She knew dully that she would; at this point she could do nothing to help her situation.
Rhoda felt him raise her up and heard the zipper of her dress being drawn slowly down her back. She closed her eyes, not wanting to think about what she was doing, helping him with the proper movements, wriggling her shoulders and hips, raising and lowering as he removed her dress and slip; then she felt his hands behind her once more as he unfastened her bra, and the cool air rushed over her full throbbing breasts, the hard distended nipples pointing like spikes into the palms of his hands. He gasped as his talon-like fingers enclosed the warm vibrant flesh, hotly kneading squeezing and rolling the sensitive nipples painfully between thumb and forefinger until finally his hot wet mouth was on her, taking one of the hardened buds, areola as well, between his lips, his tongue licking, lips sucking the nipple maddeningly. Transferring then to the other breast, he paid it similar homage, his long wet tongue trailing finally down through the narrow cleft that separated them, and her stomach muscles tightened tensely as he slithered down her, his tongue dipping moistly into her navel, teasing it while his hands kept up their constant kneading of her aching breasts.
Now she could feel his hands as they left her breasts, moving down along her ribs to her waist, sliding down over her hips and the outside of her thighs to her knees then back up the insides of her smooth warm thighs, spreading them, exposing her naked loins to him completely, his breath rasping in his throat as his hand again plundered her thighs, her almost virginal cuntal lips. She kept her eyes closed tight as he raised from her where she lay naked on the couch, and she could hear the whisper of cloth and zipper, and she knew that he was undressing himself.
Oh God! I can't look! Phil Oh Phil. . . will you understand. . . ? Forgive me! Dear Lord, forgive me!
"You'll have to face it, baby ... so you might as well open those gorgeous eyes of yours," he insisted. She recognized the truth in what he said. She did have to face up to it now that she was deeply involved. Slowly, reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed eyes. She gasped aloud.
She saw him naked, kneeling now between her legs, his face twisted into his distorted lewd grin. Involuntarily, her eyes swept down his scrawny body with its slight paunch of a belly to his thick hardened penis standing out below obscenely. Her eyes widened, disbelieving what she saw. For a man of his small stature and thin-chested paunchiness, his manhood stood out from him, huge and thick, and while his salacious smile twisted his face horribly, she saw his hand caressing the oversized rod of hardened flesh, stroking gently back and forth, the foreskin slipping easily over the blood-engorged corona with each stroke, obscenely jerking in his hand.
"It's so big!"
"Your husband got anything to match this ... ?" he chortled.
Rhoda continued to stare at him in miserable humiliation, the degradation of the sight of her own naked obscenely spread body filling her with shame, and again she was aware of the helplessness, the utter aloneness with which she faced this madman.
For surely he was a madman! Her racing brain had concluded that he was actually enjoying his almost brutal debouchment of her, the cruel gleam in his ferret-like eyes as she watched the misery he was subjecting her to was the gleam of a mentally deranged mind . . . the mind of a sadist!
Even as she stared and because of her helplessness, faint tinglings of unwanted desire surged into her loins, the summer-lightnings played there, discharging feelings of wanton depravity along the sensitive nerve endings; nevertheless a new sense of horror arose in her as she watched him on his knees before her, lewdly stroking himself. Her eyes fixed upon the lust-filled cock he held in his hand with utter disbelief and loathing. Its sheer size terrorized her. Oh God! It would split her in two! How could she ever take that.. . inside her?
Don saw her fixed stare. "Like it?" he leered. "Just wait until you get this in that tight little cunt!" he continued, tormenting her and watching the expression of horror and fear that contorted her beautiful face. "You'll know you've really been fucked then!"
Again tears welled up in her eyes, overflowing the brims and dribbling unnoticed, down her cheeks as she realized that this beast of a man would show her no mercy. She hardly noticed his filthy language anymore; her mind was too busy with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying realization of knowing there was no escape from the ravishment he was going to inflict on her helpless young body. This sex-crazed satyr was going to ravish her defenseless body! There was nowhere to turn ... she had never felt so alone. She was completely at his mercy.
Leaning forward, suddenly, he dropped the full weight of his body upon her, knocking the breath from her lungs momentarily, the long hard thickness of his penis pulsating against the soft flesh of her belly, his brazenly searching hands once more squeezing the smoothly mounded fullness of her breasts savagely, causing her to whimper in pain beneath him while his mouth sought hers avidly, his tongue stabbing deep into her throat as animal noises of his lust came from deep in his chest.
After long moments, he raised his head. "God! You're luscious! But... you're not reacting! Before I'm through with you . .. you'll be flipping!" he bragged.
Too late she realized his meaning as he slithered down her body, sliding down until his head was just inches above the juncture of her thighs. The thought of what he was about to do to her caused Rhoda to recoil in repugnance.
"Please ... don't do that to me ... I-I've never..." she pleaded, but he had already placed the palms of his hands against the soft flesh of her inner thighs and was spreading them far, far apart; her efforts to keep him from splaying her were futile. She whined in her throat as she looked down between the twin mounds of her breasts to the golden triangle to where she could see the top of his head, his face distorted in passion as it poised in space over her softly palpitating cunt.
"Oh my God, no! Not even Phil has ever done ... that t-to m-me!" she moaned, a swift feeling of guilt stabbing at her.
How many times have I. . . refused.. . to let Phil do it? And. . . and I'm helpless to stop this vile monster! God! Oh God!. . . Help me now!
There, between her legs, kneeling, his hands pressing apart the soft warm columns of her smooth white thighs, Don Proctor gazed down hungrily at the thin pink furrow of her womanhood, ringed with soft golden hair, the petals peeking out like two tiny tongues, viscous droplets of clear moisture clinging to them delicately, and as she lay there in terror beneath him, her eyes pleading with him not to debase her further; then, her humiliation complete, she watched, petrified, as his hands moved up, and she felt him place his thumbs against the soft trembling lips of her cunt, part the soft curls of pubic hair and draw them slowly apart, exposing her innermost secret passage to his salaciously deranged gaze.
Rhoda felt the heat of his breath on the sensitive coral flesh and she moaned aloud in agonized shame as, still watching and unable to tear her eyes away, she saw him drop his hand to her loins and felt the moist length of his tongue slide snakelike into her defenseless quivering vagina.
Tremulously, her body responded, instinctively twitching with convulsive determination to escape the unnatural outrage he was perpetrating against her defenseless pussy; her hips ground down and back into the cushions as a morass of revulsion welled up in her for the loathsome creature who was using his tongue on her while he went on and on, his oral member moving in and out of her furiously.
He's a-a perverted madman!. . . Beast! ... Monster!
"OOOooohh . . . My God! OOooohhh ... No! NOOooo!"
She groaned. How debased . . . how humiliated and tortured she was. It isn't possible! This couldn't be happening to her! The thoughts tumbled around and around, spinning through her mind, but it was there .. . She couldn't deny the reality of it! Don Proctor's tongue was there racing up into her unreceptive yet rapidly stimulating cunt.
"Oh God, Mr. Proctor! Stop! Please . . . stop!" she begged in her shame as unwanted sensations of forbidden pleasure began to course through her whole body from his depraved animal-like stimulation of her moist, quaking vaginal furrow. She fought desperately to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild sensual twinges of sexual madness racing maddeningly through her, stabbing at her loins with explosive power and subverting her body to this man's lewd salacious will. She knew now that she was betrayed. In spite of her revulsion her own body had turned against her!
Then she saw his eyes, staring up at her over the golden-haired triangle of her loins, watching her sadistically while his mouth and tongue labored at the widespread slit between her legs with wet obscene sucking sounds, and she knew, somehow that he was waiting for her final unconditional surrender.
I can't! I won't give in to him! Ooooh! What's happening to me. . . ? I can't think straight! Those feelings down there between my legs. . . they 're driving me crazy!
Don's eyes remained fixed on her lovely contorted face, his tongue still thrusting unceasingly into her wild searingly hot vagina. Tears came once more to her eyes, and he watched with ruthless satisfaction as she fought her losing battle with him .. . with herself.
Fight it baby! Fight it hard. . . because when you give up fighting. . . anything goes. . . because you 'll be all mine. . . mine to do with as I damn well please!
Suddenly his lips probed until he found the erect, pulsing shaft of the miniature phallus. He heard her whimper of agonized pleasure as he took the tiny trembling bud between his teeth and, holding it firmly, ran his tongue around and around it, finally coming to the sensitive button where he laved and massaged it with his oral member; presently he felt the involuntary jerk of her loins as they began to grind up at him in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpart to his abusive tongue. Now her head began to flail from side to side, the sensations so intense that she could but agonize, and he heard new mewls and whimpers of pleasure from her, coming from deep in her chest; he reached under and drew her legs up, sliding his arms under them so that her legs draped over his shoulders, and his hands went beneath her quivering half-moon buttocks to pull them up cruelly to him.
Her cries of involuntary pleasure filled the apartment as he shoved his agile tongue deep into the searingly moist depths of her wildly clasping cunt. Suddenly, her hands reached out to him as she lost the desperate battle with herself and her fingers entangled themselves in the gray thatch of his head and pulled his face tight into her steaming crotch.
She was his! She belonged to him now! He was the absolute master and she was his to destroy ... to fuck ... to do with as he chose. She was lost beyond all recall.
God! It was worth it! She's a luscious piece! Damn me! I could fuck all day. . . and all night. . . if I had something like this. .. regular!
Rhoda's body had betrayed her and was now in complete command. She could only obey the demanding sensations of her loins. Her buttocks jerked and spasmed, moving in circles upward to the plunging tongue as she pulled steadily on his hair, and lightning bolts struck at her love-starved loins when she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the hidden tiny nether ring of her anus. She wanted to scream, but it was subverted into a moan of sensual pleasure as his hot wet tongue flicked at the sensitive opening. It was only a momentary digression from his goal; in the next few moments his tongue was back at work in the cusp of her loins. She cried out deeply from the unplumbed depths of her soul for the fulfillment that had been denied her so long. Her decision had been made. She could no longer resist; it was useless to do so.
"Don! Love me! Love me, now!" she moaned.
The sadistically crazed security guard could not contain his savage elation. She was broken to his will, beginning to ask for it... not the way he wanted her to, but she was asking him nevertheless. In a few moments he was going to shove his big aching cock in her tight little cunt... and fuck her until she couldn't walk! God! His load was building in his balls ... and he could hardly wait to shoot his hot sperm into that tight unstretched little pussy.
He jerked his head free of her insistent hands in his hair, raised his head and looked at her with that crazy twisted smile. "You're hot enough to fuck now, baby!" he rasped.
Rhoda felt as though she couldn't move ... as though she didn't want to move; all there was in the world was this! Her eyes locked on his long thick cock, and she knew she had to have it grinding around inside her or she would go completely insane.
Dear God! Don't let me do it! I must be going crazy. . . I feel like I actually want him to. . . k-keep on going. . . put that huge vile thing in me. . . and. . . ! No! It's not possible! I can't! It's wrong!. . . But dear Lord. . . I can't stand this torture. . . much longer!
"O.K. baby, take my cock and put it in that hot little cunt of yours!" he ordered.
"No God! No! I can't! Don't make me do . . . that!"
Yet, against her will, her hand slid between them, reaching for his monstrous red-cowled rod of hardened maleness, her hand pausing only an inch from it; she could not bring herself to this final degradation.
"Do as I say .. . you little bitch!" he snarled. "Put it in for me . .. now!"
"Ooooh God!"
Reaching the final inch, her tiny hand encircled his thick lust-inflated cock, feeling for the first time the truly enormous size of him, using the bulbous head to part the golden hair-lined lips of her moistly ready cunt, her brain shocked, reeling with both fear and anticipation.
He flicked his hips slightly and the head forced its way into the tight elastic opening, stretching it cruelly, and Holly was sure that the great breadth of it would tear her asunder as the resilient flesh was stretched even more and more with the almost unbearable pressure he exerted.
The pain was more than she could stand. She screamed.
"Oooh God! You're ripping me ... ! I can't stand it... ! Please, oh please don't. .. !" Her pain-tortured eyes pleaded with him for mercy, but through her tears she saw the evil sadistic leer twisting his face that told her there would be no mercy. His pleasure was evident as he grimaced, the cruel light in his eyes telling her that for him it was sheer delight to see her suffer while he brutally continued his inexorable impalement of her buffeted cunt.
Inch by inch, his massive cock bored into her vaginal vault until suddenly, he thrust with all his strength, sending the rock-hard shaft plunging up into her tightly resisting passage with the force of a primeval boar.
She screamed with the excruciating pain of it.
"AAaaagghh! You'll kill me .. . with that!"
The thick lust-inflated prick raced full length into the coral softness of her vaginal passage, pushing the warm walls of resisting flesh before it until she felt his heavy sperm-laden balls smack heavily against the smooth white cheeks of her naked upturned buttocks.
He lay still for a moment atop her, breathing hard, the air raspy in his throat; then he grunted and expanded his cock buried deep in her, flexing it muscularly inside the tightness of her soft fleshy sheath, moving it into her cunt another fraction of an inch deeper.
Rhoda groaned. He continued, repeating the expanding action several times, each time eliciting tearful groans of agony and shame from deep in her throat. Surprisingly then, slowly, the stretched passage began to adjust, to accommodate the great length and breadth of the throbbing cock deep up inside her wet love channel. Her grunts of pain became fewer as he began a slow grinding motion of his pelvis, insinuating his cock even more tightly into her naked crotch, expanding and stretching the resilient walls of her cunt until her whimpers of pain became mewls of forbidden pleasure that she couldn't control. She was on fire. Unbidden, her loins began to move under him, counterpointing his revolving grinding motion.
She was ready to beg, he grinned triumphantly to himself. Levering himself up on his arms above her, he withdrew his massive prick from her until only the head of it remained clasped between the fleshy folds of her softly hair-lined now-hungry cunt.
"Now baby! Beg for it! Beg me to fuck you!"
"No! Please nooo! Haven't you done enough to me . . . already! Do you . . . have to . . . keep on .. . humiliating me?" she whimpered, legs widespread beneath him.
"Beg! Goddamn it! Beg! You know the words!" he roared, expanding the blood-engorged head once more, just inside, against the sensitive walls of her vagina. Rhoda mewled in ecstasy. She couldn't help it. Every fiber of her being rejected it, but suddenly she was saying it . . . saying those words she thought she would never say.
"Ooh yes! God! I-I want it! F-Fuck me! Y-Yes! Please . . . fuck me?" she begged, rasping the words out between tightly clenched jaws, realizing that now nothing was left to her. There was no pride ... no morals; all there was in the world was sensation . . . the feel of his pulsating huge cock buried deep in her sensate cunt.
"Where?"
"In my c-cunt!" It was easier now and she moaned the lewd words out with desperate conviction.
With what? Goddamn it! With what?"
"With that big c-cock of yours!" she moaned.
Don rocked above her, thrusting in and out of her with short, smooth strokes, her body reacting of its own volition, her fight against the lewd sensual sensation in her loins already lost on the field of dishonor and ravishment. She had no further will to struggle; she only wanted to surrender unconditionally to the wanton desires of her flesh, and the thought of her surrender brought further excitement to her, the summer heat lightning jumping from nerve to nerve and grounding in the close wet tightness where Don's cock had begun to thrust longer and faster into the love-starved pussy that had for so long been a barrier to her complete fulfillment.
Rhoda felt her whole body responding to the increased speed and depth of his stroking into her. She squirmed and writhed beneath him as he dropped his lust-distorted mouth to hers, and she thrust her tongue deep into his throat to be sucked. She moaned incessantly up into his face, her passion-fired mind willing now to accept anything. She began to grind her naked loins up to him in tempo with his plunging, driving cock, her lovely face contorted with desire, her eyes glazed, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in a jerky panting rhythm of the ages-old dance of animal coupling.
Never in her life had Rhoda believed that such rapture existed. Never had she expected that from the licking and sucking of her cunt to this moment with his cock moving in her cuntal passage, filling her completely, that she would want anything so much. It was marvelous . .. magnificent!
Now she found as she moved with him, sliding her cunt up and down his thick shaft, that the intensity of her sensations became more delicious and unbearable. She hadn't known that lying beneath a man, his cock in her cunt, being fucked against her will - being raped, as it were - could possibly be so pleasurable; likewise, she hadn't known that she would want to give pleasure in return. That's what she wanted. She was being given this wonderful thing .. . against her will, but now .. . now she wanted to give of herself in return.
Oh God! It's wonderful! Don't ever let it stop! I want this marvelous cock fucking me in my cunt. .. forever!
He reached down with a hand, moving it over her gyrating buttocks to the defenseless puckered nether ring of her anus. Dipping a finger in the viscous moisture that seeped from the well-filled coral passage above, he circled the tiny hold before placing the tip of it against the rubbery softness of her back passage. He felt her sharp intake of breath, the sock of it in her body as he pushed slightly against the elastic tightness of the warm puckered opening.
"Now you're going to get it, baby! I'm going to shove my finger up your ass . . . as far as I can shove it!" he gloated.
This was it! His words were a further excitant to her already inflamed passion, and wantonly, insanely, she wanted it.. . she wanted to be hurt... to hurt until she screamed.
"Yes! Oh yesss! I want it! I want your finger in my asshole... Oh God, I want it everywhere!" she strangled, delirious rapture overcoming her.
He pushed hard! His finger surged into her all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed as the finger wormed in past the resisting elastic muscle, deep up into the rubbery sponginess of her warm, un-used rectum. Never had she felt the agony of such pleasure-pain in her whole life; even as unbelievable sweet rapture filled her loins, she adjusted to the painful presence in her anus and tried to skewer herself back onto that sadistically torturing middle finger; at the same time, she strained to absorb his monstrously huge cock completely into her slaving cunt.
Now he thrust into her with increased speed, feeling the bulge in the separating tissues while she writhed wildly, uncontrollably beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with mounting fury, her legs jerking, toes curling, buttocks moving, her back passage against his finger in abject subjugation to the double ravishment of her loins; then he began to pound into her, yanking his fingers from her anus with a hissing pop, using both hands to press her knees back against her breasts, mashing them, exposing the whole of her naked and defenseless crotch to his merciless attack.
Her lovely face contorted with passion. She felt it coming to her, and she began to chant up into his face.
"Ooh, oh, oooohhh! Fuck me, hard! Harder!"
He slaved away, thrusting and plunging wildly, his jackhammer strokes into her becoming ever more and more forceful.
Damn! I've never known a woman. . . who could take me. . . like this! Christ! She's a tiger!
And then it was there for her!
She tossed her head wildly, her body convulsing in wave after wave of muscular relaxation that brought her to the heights where brilliant multicolored stars, planets and shooting comets cavorted; there she was, one with the stars, her spirit soaring free for ages, the moments of time expanded for her; then she fell through limitless space, weightless, to land feather-light on the couch in her own living room.
As in a dream, she heard herself when she had been transported, rocketing into sensual space, her voice unreal in her ears.
"AAAaaghh! I'm almost there! It's coming ... to me! Now! Oohhh! Now! NOOOoow! Oh dear God! It's . .. it's heerre!"
Don, pounding into her, felt the great tremors in her body and knew that she was in orgasm even as his own began deep up in him, behind his great cock, in his balls, hosing through him in great spurts from the lust-inflated head of his cock, the hot white viscous semen jetting far up into the dark moist confines of her wildly clasping cunt.
"God! Oh God! Rhoda! Baby! I'm there . . . right with you! Damn! It's pumping me dry! Oh God . . . what a gorgeous cunt!" he groaned and collapsed on top of her, his penis still jerking inside her.
After long moments, Rhoda roused herself and pushed up at him, trying to rise from the couch.
"Let me up now ..." she said. "Why . . . ?"
"We're finished . . . ! You got what you came for. . . " she said dully. "I've got to get myself straightened up ... " Reluctantly he pulled from her with a faint, popping sound, his cock rapidly deflating as he sat up on the edge of the couch. He began to dress while Rhoda lay back on the cushions, her hand clasped over her pubic triangle in a faintly growing embarrassment.
When the plant guard was dressed, he stood to his feet and looked down at her.
"You're a luscious piece ..." he said. "We'll have to have another go at it sometime."
"Like hell!" she snapped. "This is it ... the end of the line . . . except for one thing - I'll take that tape, now!"
"O.K. I keep my bargains baby . .. but don't bet too hard that we won't be seeing each other!" he grunted, reaching for his attache case.
He opened the lid, fumbled with the recorder and palmed an extra blank cartridge, which he handed to her. Rhoda accepted it and glared up at him.
"Good-bye Mr. Proctor!" she said pointedly.
He turned and walked to the door where he paused his hand on the knob. He looked back at her.
"One thing, baby... you'll have to admit .. . you enjoyed it!"
"Please go," she said simply. "You've done enough to me already."
Don Proctor left the Grey apartment in a state of joyful elation he could hardly contain. He had had a completely satisfying fuck, he still had the doctored tape of Phil and the unidentified - except to him - industrialist, but even better, he had a complete taping of all that had transpired in Rhoda's apartment from the time he had first closed his attache case and threatened to leave. God! What luck! He'd have that little piece of tail flat on her back anytime he wanted it now.