Several weeks had passed and so far she had been able to keep her secret involvement from Frankie. He had asked a few questions, but she had always been able to have someone cover for her. She had been seeing quite a bit of Carla and had graduated to taking heroin in the vein now. Her craving was increasing with each day and she was beginning to look a little drawn. So far, Frankie had not noticed the needle marks on her body for she had been very careful not to "shoot" herself in the same place too many times. He had told her that he found out about Flanagan's plan to bust up the whole little group, with Harris as the king pin, but so far nothing had happened so she was beginning to relax somewhat. She had seen Harris several times since the night he made her give the little party for his friends, but he was still generous with her, so Frankie didn't suspect anything.
Gypsy had been around to the apartment several times since her last visit, but she was always so drunk that it didn't bother her anymore. Besides, she was usually so high on heroin that nothing mattered to her anymore except her attachment for Frankie. In her sober moments she swore that she was going to lay off the stuff and straighten up, because if she kept on this way she was going to lose him and then lose everything, but then she'd get another craving and go right back on the needle. She had created a vicious circle for herself and she knew that she had little chance for recovery from the depths of degradation to which she had slipped. She seemed determined to destroy herself and those around her, but it didn't matter anymore! She was actually enjoying her playing for pay and found that she could get her kicks in many ways, not caring whether her partner was male, female, a group, or a gang bang. A masochistic trend was developing that she never knew existed in her and she looked forward to the times when she had to take physical punishment. Her skin and hair was beginning to lose its luster and Frankie had been hounding her about her appearance.
"Do you want to end up looking like Gypsy," he told her, "Why don't you take better care of yourself. You're becoming a slob… a stinking slob!"
When he would lecture her like that she would burst into a torrent of tears and throw her arms around him and beg him to forgive her and promise that she would try harder.
"I just can't understand it," he'd say. "You used to be so careful about your appearance and now you don't seem to care about anything. Sometimes I wonder if you still care for me!"
"I do love you," she implored. "Please believe me… I do love you and only you!"
Time had no meaning for her anymore, the days were all alike, just one big high. A destructive high. She wandered around in a daze half the time, but Frankie's business was hitting an all time high, so he wasn't around as much as he used to be, so getting out to turn her tricks to get the money for her habit was becoming easier and easier.
Carla had been generous in her supply of heroin to her but as her cravings increased she had the feeling that Carla was cutting back on her portions of the dope. She couldn't believe that her body was demanding more and more of the destructive white powder.
Carla usually called each day to see if she needed another fix and check on how her supply was holding out, but she hadn't heard from her in a couple of days.
She opened her dresser and checked the plastic bag where she stashed her supply. There was barely enough to get her through the day and even that would be cutting it close. A panicky feeling shuddered her body and she quickly checked around the apartment for any heroin Frankie may have there for one of his contacts. She had never stolen any of Frankie's supply because he would know right away and then she'd be trapped but she couldn't run out, she couldn't stand that! She began opening and closing drawers, boxes, closets at a frenzied pace, as though she wouldn't be able to survive another moment without more heroin. Evidently Frankie had just completed a transaction, because she couldn't find even a trace of dope anywhere.
Hurriedly she put on her coat and ran to the elevator, tapping impatiently on the button until the lift arrived. She ran through the lobby and hailed a cab in front of the building, and gave him the directions to Carla's hotel. She couldn't imagine what had happened that Carla hadn't called her for several days, and she shook with fear that something had happened to her and then her supply would be cut off. She tried to put the thought from her mind, but it kept coming back no matter how hard she tried.
The ride seemed to take forever and she wondered if there was always that much traffic at that time of the day. When the taxi pulled up in front of Carla's hotel she jumped out of the cab, paid him and ran up the stairs to her room and knocked on the door. She could hear her moving inside, but she wasn't answering the door.
"Carla," she yelled, "It's me… Cynthia!"
Finally she heard a scuffling of feet moving towards the door and she opened it, staring blankly at Cynthia.
"God, Carla," she gasped, "You look awful. What's the matter?"
"Got on a bum trip a few days ago. Thought I'd really done it this time, but I feel better now."
"I wondered why you hadn't called me. I'm running short of stuff and I need some more to get me through tomorrow," Cynthia pleaded.
"How much money you got?" Carla asked.
"Enough for one day's supply," she answered shakily, "But you know that I can probably get some from Johnson."
"I'm afraid that even that won't do much good this week, kid," she said half-sympathetically. "The market is tight and I could barely make a buy big enough for myself, much less for anyone else. That's why I didn't call, I didn't have any."
Cynthia looked at her with horror and disbelief. "But I've got to get some. I'll go out of my mind if I can't have a fix!" She was screaming and flailing her arms in the air like a maniac.
"I'm sorry… honest," Carla said, "but there ain't a damn thing I can do. I don't even know where my next fix is coming from if these prices continue to go up."
Cynthia's mind was racing, confused and tormented, trying to think of some way to get the money for the "H".
"Guess I'll have to go to Johnson to get it. If I get the money and come back with it, can you fix me up then?" she implored.
"Yeah, I guess so. These pushers are getting so damned independent that it's hard to guarantee anything when the market is like this. The heat has been on for about a week and a few of the sources got busted, which makes it bad all around."
Cynthia just stood there for a minute, then buttoned her coat and left the hotel in a panicked rush.
I can't go without a fix… I'll go out of my mind, she thought to herself, as she searched for another taxi to take her to Johnson's. It seemed to be ages before one stopped to pick her up and she tapped her hands nervously on the seat as he sped through the downtown traffic to Johnson's apartment.
The doorman recognized her when she got out of the cab and told her that he would have to call up to Mr. Johnson first before he could let her go up.
"Why?" she asked impatiently. "You've seen me here a hundred times before. He'll see me."
"I know I have, Miss," he replied, "but Mr. Johnson has company up there and may not want to be disturbed. I've got to check."
She sat down on the chair in the lobby and waited while he rang Johnson's apartment.
He turned around and handed her the house phone saying, "he wants to talk to you… here."
"Hello," she said, her voice quivering. "I've got to see you… NOW!"
"Just take it easy, sweetheart," he said, his tone cool and aloof. "What's the big hurry?"
She knew that he probably realized that she needed money and he was just trying to upset her by taking his sweet time and making her wait.
"Please," she begged, "I've got to see you now, right away."
"Okay… okay," he finally relented, "but I've got someone else here right now, hope you don't mind. In fact, it could be very interesting. Let me talk to the doorman again." She handed the phone to the doorman and waited for him to get the okay for her to go up.
She could hear giggling and muffled conversation as she stood outside Johnson's door. Johnson was dressed only in a silk robe when he answered the door to let her in. A young woman was seated on the couch and was dressed only in her brassiere, stockings, and tiny bikini panties.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," she said, "but I just had to see you. I need some money."
"Well, well," he said, "you need some money. Just what do you expect to do to earn this advance?" he chided.
"For Christ's sake," she stammered, "you know damn well what I need it for, so don't play games!"
"My, but you're nervous today," he continued, "it must be getting pretty bad. This could be interesting."
He walked back to the couch and sat down, just looking at her disinterestedly, playing with her mind.
"I'll do anything… anything you say," she begged, walking over to him and falling to her knees. "Just please give me some money!"
He patted the girl's knee that was sitting next to him and looked at her quizzically.
She seemed to sense what he had in mind and nodded affirmatively at him, grinning lasciviously.
Cynthia looked up at the both of them and sensed what it was that he had in mind, but was too desperate to argue or say anything.
"If you want the money so badly," he continued, "you and my other friend here are going to have to put on a little show for me. You don't mind, do you, dear?"
She looked at him blankly, saying nothing, knowing that it wouldn't do any good if she wanted the money.
The other girl just sat there, not seeming to care one way or the other, but finally said, "She's very young. How did you manage to find one like this? It will be a real pleasure!"
A pleasure, Cynthia thought, realizing that the other woman was a real dyke!
"This is going to be very interesting," Johnson laughed. "I've longed to see such a spectacle for a long time, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of this."
The other woman got up from the couch and joined Cynthia on the floor.
"You'd better take off your coat and the rest of your clothes if you want to earn your precious money," she said, pulling at the sleeves of her jacket.
Reluctantly, but hopelessly, Cynthia took off her coat and began to unbutton the hooks on her blouse and skirt. Johnson and the other woman watched, their eyes glued to the full, firm line of her breasts as they pushed against the lace of her brassiere. The whiteness of her soft, flaccid skin contrasted with the black lace and silk of her lingerie and made her skin glow like oiled marble, sleek and shiny. She stood up for a moment, letting her blouse and skirt fall carelessly on the floor as she bent to unfasten the constricting garters of her black silk stockings. The muscles in her legs were contracted and trembling slightly as she continued to undress. She kicked off her shoes and let her stockings fall around her ankles before stepping out of them. She stood there in front of them dressed only in her brassiere and thin panties. She could hear both of them breathing rapidly and watched Johnson while he slipped his hand inside the sash of his robe and pulled out his immense, erect, throbbing penis. The girl, however, had not taken her eyes off of her! She reached out and pulled Cynthia towards her, pushing her shoulders gently against the floor, her hands running over the fine, firm contours of her body.
Cynthia struggled briefly against her touch, but knowing that her money depended upon her performance, she relaxed.
"That's better," the girl murmured with a confident smile playing across her lips. "Relax and you'll enjoy it, baby. I really know how to turn a chick on."
The woman's hands ran skillfully over her breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples through the cloth and urging them into erectness. Cynthia quivered at her caress and could feel a shudder run through her body. The woman's hands traced a sensual line down to the narrowness of her waist, over the fullness of her hips to her firm, white thighs.
"Ooohhhh, you're so lovely," she murmured, kissing her ear and nibbling at the base of her throat. "God, what a beautiful creature!"
Cynthia had never really gotten used to another woman making love to her, but she knew that she didn't have any choice, still the thought repulsed her. The woman was now reaching inside the tight elastic of her panties, searching for the soft fur of her pubic mound and the tiny, tender clitoris. Her fingers worked expertly until they ran over the hardened bud of her sex and played gingerly with the pink, swollen lips of her vagina. She fingered her for just a moment before withdrawing her hands and concentrating her attention, once again, on her breasts. She unhooked Cynthia's brassiere and pulled it from her shoulders so that she could see the full, ripe, softness of her breasts. She gasped almost inaudibly when her breasts fell into view, jiggling slightly like two spongy melons. Immediately she closed her mouth around the white, soft flesh, sucking and licking every inch of her voluptuous curves as if she were about to devour them.
"Aaaggggghhhh," Cynthia moaned softly as she felt the woman gently nip at the erect nipple of her breasts, sending a chill through her body.
"Oh yes, my sweet," the other woman whispered, "let me make love to you like no man ever could."
Cynthia had had her eyes tightly closed, but suddenly wondered what Johnson was doing. She glanced over to the couch where he had stretched himself out and was busy playing with his erect, thick tool as he watched the girls.
He was taking turns watching them making love on the floor and then concentrating on his jerking, pulsing penis. She wondered how someone could get such excitement out of watching others make love. It had stimulated her sometimes when she had seen others make love at Shoo-Fly's parties, but only to the point where she had to join in and find a partner for herself. She could have never reached full satisfaction from just being an observer!
The woman's hands massaged and caressed her breasts until small red welts appeared on her flesh where fingers had dug into the full, flaccid mounds. She was beginning to feel a strange tingling sensation travel through her body as the woman reached down between her legs and gently pulled her tiny, black panties from her buttocks.
The woman leaned back and watched Cynthia's body react as she pulled the thin, resilient material from over the round curve of her buttocks, the firmness of her thighs and finally over her slight ankles. She let them lie on the floor next to her feet, while she ran her hands up over the calves of her legs, and slowly, tenderly up the inside of her thighs.
She began to wiggle nervously as she felt a sensual tremor shake her body as she reacted involuntarily to this woman's touch. The woman moved up on her body and kissed her softly at first on the neck, the throat, the ears and finally fully on the mouth. Her lips were soft and full as they covered Cynthia's smaller and resisting mouth, but she forced her mouth open and thrust her tongue inside, flicking in and out like a snake. Her kiss was insistent as she nibbled gently on her lips and ran her tongue over Cynthia's gums and teeth, forcing her own tongue deep into her throat.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," the woman groaned, as she sucked noisily on Cynthia's tongue.
Cynthia stirred under her caress and in a few minutes she found that she was returning this woman's kiss with the same passionate ardor she would have kissed Frankie.
The woman pulled her mouth away for just a second and whispered intimately, "That's it, dear, that's it, love me too!"
Cynthia reached up and pulled the woman back close to her, biting teasingly on her neck and ears until they both rolled over on their sides so that they could have freer access to each other's bodies.
The woman reached down between her legs and began to manipulate the tender, swollen lips of her vagina, twisting them nimbly and scraping her fingernail over the tiny, moist slit of her now throbbing passage.
"Ooohhhhhh," Cynthia moaned, raising her hips off the floor slightly in an effort to force the woman's fingers inside her suddenly erotically aching channel. Cynthia reached down and grabbed the woman's breasts savagely, pulling and squeezing them like putty between her searching fingers. Her breasts were as full as her own although they lacked the resilience of youth, the smoothness of skin. She kneaded them like bread, pushing and poking them into different shapes and sizes.
"Oh yes… yes," the woman groaned, "play with me!"
Johnson heard the gasps and moans of the girls as they tossed and wriggled about on the floor and stopped his masturbation for just a second to watch. He was breathing heavily as he watched the older woman insert two fingers neatly into Cynthia's open passage and twist them about frantically until she was begging for fulfillment.
"My lovely creatures," he breathed heavily. "You are like two wild animals in a heated frenzy, clawing at each other for satisfaction. Marvelous! Absolutely marvelous!"
Cynthia glanced over as he spoke and noticed that he had taken off his dressing gown and was sitting perched on the edge of the couch, his thin hairy legs spread apart so that his huge, thick, erect cock stood out grotesquely as though ready to attack.
Cynthia was moaning with desire now, her body tormented and longing to be filled, filled with a man's organ that could bring her satisfaction, but there was little hope for that.
The woman ran her thumb over her clitoris increasing the pressure with each lunge into her vagina with her other fingers until she thought she would go out of her mind.
"Yes… yes… make me cum," she begged, her body wracked with a building lust and desire.
"You want something bigger in you?" the other woman asked hotly as she thrust her fingers faster and deeper into her aching vaginal channel.
"Yes… yes I want to be fucked." Cynthia begged, helpless now to resist the obscene advances, her thighs quivering with anticipation and her stomach churning.
The woman looked back at Johnson and told him to get the "thing". Cynthia didn't know what she was talking about, but Johnson beamed and jumped up quickly and went into the other room.
When he returned he was carrying a huge, thick and long rubber instrument in the shape of a man's penis. There were straps tied to the sides of it and two loose rubber sacs hung down from the phallus.
God, she thought, how could anyone possibly take all that inside them. She couldn't possibly expect me to accommodate something that huge and hard. The woman moved away from her for just a moment taking her fingers out of her denied vagina and started to fasten the fake penis around her hips, then stopped. "You forgot to fill it," she said to Johnson, and left Cynthia writhing on the floor while she walked to the bathroom. Cynthia could hear the water running, but couldn't imagine what she was doing. When she came back into the room, the two sacs that had just been hanging loosely before were now bloated to a monstrous size and it was strapped securely in place at the woman's loins.
The organ jutted out from her hips as though it belonged there and bobbed up and down slightly as she approached Cynthia once again. She knelt down beside her and ran her hands over her body, Cynthia could not take her eyes off the false, jerking prick as the woman caressed her.
"Do you like it," she asked, smiling down at her. "It's all for you!"
Cynthia didn't know what to say, so she just nodded and reached out to touch the monstrous instrument, not believing what she was seeing.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"It's a dildo, my dear." Johnson interrupted. "Haven't you ever seen one before?"
She rolled her head back and forth on the carpet, signifying a negative answer, then closed her eyes. She could feel the woman gently pulling her legs apart, massaging and grasping the soft, warm flesh of her thighs until her legs were almost at a 45 degree angle. She began to manipulate the tender folds of skin around her vagina, running her finger teasingly over and around the thin slit of her passage.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh. Aaaaaahhhhhhhh," she groaned, as she felt the pressure in her belly begin to resurge. She could feel the woman's hands move further down her legs until they were planted firmly on her knees, holding them firmly apart.
She was wondering when the woman would let her feel that huge, monstrous phallus inside her, but the waiting was so deliciously painful that she thought she would die. She could feel the woman's hot breath on her stomach as she lowered her face down on her body and began nibbling and licking the smooth, slight bulge of her abdomen and down to her pubis. She wriggled under the mouthing, and finally the woman's mouth closed over her clitoris, her tongue flicking it menacingly, persistently, and her teeth bit gently at the pink, sensitive lips of her vagina.
"Oh yes… yes… God, yesssss," she moaned, bucking her hips upwards so that her mouth would be able to take in all of her. "I'm so ready… soooooo ready," she barely whispered.
The woman seemed to enjoy taking her time, knowing that she was torturing her into a sensual frenzy. She could hear Johnson breathing heavily again and she looked over and saw him standing up, looking down at them, playing with his own, erect, pulsing rod like it were a toy. His eyes were half closed in ecstasy as he watched the two girls squirm about on the floor, knowing that Cynthia was dying for something to be inside her, but he wasn't going to give it to her. She would have to wait for the other woman and the dildo!
"Please… please…" she gasped, reaching down and trying to pull the other woman up further onto her so that she could feel the hard coolness of the phony penis between her legs. She didn't know if she could wait any longer, but the woman still held her fast while she mouthed her erotically down between her open legs.
Finally when she thought she was about to cum, the woman moved away from her, sensing that she was close and not wanting her to climax just yet.
"No… don't… don't stop," she begged, pulling at the woman's hair and shoulders in an effort to bring her back to her body.
"You're so hot, baby," the woman moaned, her own passions becoming obvious. "I'm going to give it to you so that no man will ever be able to satisfy you again!"
For the moment, Cynthia had forgotten about the extraordinary size of the dildo. The only thing that mattered was that the burning sensation in her loins be satisfied.
"Yes… yes… do it," she groaned, bringing her knees back slightly so that her pussy was open wide and the entry would be easier.
Slowly the woman moved up onto her knees and angled the dildo directly above Cynthia's aching, wet vagina. Gradually she lowered herself until Cynthia could feel the hard rubber phallus push relentlessly against the lips of her channel and attempt entry. The head of the penis was so huge that it stretched her passage as though she were a virgin.
"Aaaaaggggggghhhhh," she gasped. "I can't take it!"
"Just relax… just relax," the woman encouraged her. "It will feel soooo good."
Cynthia moaned out her surrender and brought her knees up to her chest so that the head of the penis could split her vaginal lips easier and move slowly inside her. She had never felt anything so thick and hard in her life, but at least it would fill her better than the woman's fingers!
With a forceful thrust, the woman pushed the hard, mammoth staff deep into Cynthia's belly.
"Uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh… nnooooooooo," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Stop… stop." But the woman continued to push further and further into her aching passage.
The woman rocked into her, back and forth, in and out, for several minutes, but once the whole length and width had been taken inside her, she stopped for just a moment to let Cynthia get adjusted to this monstrous, new intrusion. Cynthia was breathing deep breaths, hoping that the piercing, tearing pain that was shooting through her belly and womb would subside. She could feel the walls of her vagina close tightly around this rubber penis, welcoming it. It hurt her, and her back and whole insides were on fire from the feeling that she was being torn in half, but in a few minutes the initial pain began to subside.
When the woman thought that she had regained enough composure, she began to thrust into her again, each time increasing the momentum of her push, until Cynthia was churning and wriggling uncontrollably beneath her impalement. Her vaginal walls were stretching slightly in order to take the whole instrument, and she could feel the loose rubber sacs banging against her upturned buttocks. They felt warm and moist, then she realized that she must have filled them with hot water when she went into the bathroom.
"Ooohhhhh God," she groaned as she took every hard, thick inch of the dildo into her. "I'm so close… so close… fuck me harder with it… fuck me harder!"
The woman rearranged herself on her knees and planted her hands firmly on the floor so that she could thrust faster and faster into the squirming girl.
"That's it… come on… come on," she encouraged her, her own breath hot and heavy.
"Yes… yes. I'm going to cum now," she groaned.
As she could feel her vaginal muscles begin to contract around the giant, hard-rubber prick, the woman reached in back of her and Cynthia could feel a hot stream of warm water being emptied deep into her belly.
"Aaaggghhh," she gasped, as the warm liquid filled her insides to overflowing.
"That's more than any man could ever give you," the woman choked, thickly above her.
The water seemed to be continuous as she ground out her orgasm, writhing in contorted positions that she never thought she could manage, until her vagina quieted. The woman pulled the hard, thick tool from her channel and rolled over next to her on the floor.
"You see," she finally said, "this penis doesn't get soft. It can keep going as long as you want it and it can fill you with more warmth than any man is possible of doing!" She stroked the fake penis affectionately and stared glassy-eyed up at the ceiling.
Cynthia brought her legs tightly together, trying to ease the after pain that was throbbing inside her. She had been stretched to painful proportions and she was sure that she would not be able to walk for weeks. She bent her knees and curled in a fetal position trying to alleviate the dull pressure in her loins and belly.
"Quite a performance my dears," Johnson said finally, leering down at them, his eyes bulging with undisguised lust from the erotic exhibition he had just witnessed.
"You may go now," he continued, talking to the woman who had been her lover.
"I always let you watch me," she pouted. "Why can't I stay and watch?"
"Because I said for you to beat it," he ordered, pulling her up off the floor.
"And put that thing back in the drawer so I'll know where to find it again!"
Reluctantly, the woman got up and walked out of the room. She was still curled up in a little ball when she felt Johnson ease himself down beside her on the rug. She didn't want to make love again, her insides hurt too much to even think of it, besides she had been completely satisfied.
He reached out and touched her lightly, running his fingers up and down her spine.
"No more," she begged. "I'm too sore."
"Not where I'm going to take you," he murmured, moving closer to her and kissing the nape of her neck.
She could feel his penis hot and heavy against her hips, jerking into the back of her thighs demandingly. She went rigid, hoping that he would cum before he could take her, but when his arms reached around her and grabbed her roughly by her full, rounded breasts and pulled her backwards toward him, she knew that this wasn't likely. She was going to earn her "fix" today and she knew it. There was no other way out.
He could feel her stiffen under his touch and whispered coarsely into her ear, "If you want that money for your dirty habit, you'll do as I say!" His voice was harsh and demanding, full of lust and depravity.
He was grunting like a pig as he moved his hips up in back of her, letting his hard, swollen rod prod into the tops of her thighs and cheeks of her buttocks. She resisted automatically, trembling at the thought of his intention, but knowing that if he was going to take her in that abnormal way, she would just have to submit, otherwise she wouldn't get the money.
She felt his hips thrust at her backside and his long spear slid forcefully between the cheeks of her buttocks. It won't fit! she groaned piteously to herself, it's impossible, but the muscles of her buttocks contracted against him automatically.
She felt disgusted and degraded. She had let a woman make love to her with a horrible, obscene instrument and now this man wanted to ravage her almost-virginal rectum. She had heard stories about people making love that way, but she never thought that she would be faced with the problem again after that first time Conrad had done it to her.
"Please don't," she said weakly, knowing that he wouldn't answer.
He pulled and pushed her like putty, trying to find the tiny, tight elastic bole of her anus so that he could satisfy his own sadistic whims.
"Relax," he commanded her, "and it won't hurt so much!"
She didn't answer him, but no matter how hard she tried, the muscles of her buttocks would not relax against this unnatural intrusion.
He was pressing down hotly, insistently against her and she wanted to beg him to stop, but she couldn't. She tried to wriggle her hips away from his pulsing organ, but each time he would pinch the nipples of her breasts so hard that she would jerk backwards toward his thick, pulsating cock automatically to avoid his painful touch.
His hands moved from her breasts for just a moment and slid down between her legs, his fingers prodding at the open, aching channel of her vagina and fingering the hard bud of her clitoris. She was still damp with her own juices as well as from the warm water which had soaked her, and she could feel him guide his penis forward through the backs of her legs until his huge prick was rubbing against her vaginal slit, oiling himself for his other entry.
She groaned in anticipation of what was about to happen and she felt his fleshy staff move back and forth and then prod once again at her smooth, hairless back passage. His fingers were still manipulating her clitoris until it ached and she could feel the stab of his mammoth prick as he thrust into the cleavage between her cheeks.
She could feel the head of his penis searching for the tiny aperture so that he might take her there and she tried to clench her buttocks firmly together so that his entry would be impossible. He felt her resisting him and thrust two stubby fingers deep into the well of her sore and aching vagina, his nails scraping the sensitive walls of her channel.
"Ooooohhhhh," she gasped and her buttocks fell limp and flaccid.
She could feel the hot, pulsing head of his shaft move up her crease until it was pointed directly at her tiny, virginal anus.
He can't… he just can't… she prayed as she felt him push roughly against the tight opening.
She could feel him slipping in and out between her cheeks, brushing over the tiny, minute hole and she gasped in pain as he forced the head of his great rod inside her rectum for just a moment. She straightened her legs and stiffened her body against the pain as she felt him trying to enter her.
Tears of degradation and humiliation built up in her eyes and began to roll down her cheeks. She wished that it wouldn't hurt so much, because she needed the money and unless she cooperated, she wouldn't get it.
She wiggled alongside him, hoping that he would think she was trying, but actually she was trying to dislodge his first attempt at an entry.
"Don't fight me," he warned, "or it will be harder for you!"
She could feel his erection, thick and throbbing, work its way between her buttocks again, this time shoving fiercely at her tiny, unyielding bole.
"Aaaggggghhh," she gasped as she felt the first inch of thick, hard flesh force its way into her rectum. She bit her lip and tried to arch her back away from him, but he held her fast.
He's too big, she whimpered, he'll never get it all inside.
The pain was a constant thing as he lay still for a moment, the head of his prick buried inside her. He felt even larger than the dildo had felt in her vagina and she couldn't move without the agony of a stabbing pain. He pressed his hips deeper into her, rubbing and undulating his hairy belly back and forth on her body. His hands reached down further on her legs and forced her thighs wide apart so that he could shove his manhood deeper and deeper into her tight, resisting rectum.
She felt as though she were being skewered like a pig on a barbeque, sacrificed for pleasure, but somehow deriving a raw, sensual kind of excitement from it even though she ached. His hands began to toy with her vagina again, urging her to react to match his own lust and desire. He pushed into her a little further, feeling the resistance of her tight channel with each thrust. He threw one leg over her buttocks and hips and wrapped it around her thighs so that she was pinioned against his every whim.
His painful penetration of her anus humiliated her, but excited her at the same time. She was completely helpless against his massive, cruel invasion, totally subservient to his physical demands. Her loins were shaking with each thrust he made, pain wracking her body, but in a masochistically pleasant way. She tried to wriggle away, but his legs held her firmly as he inched deeper and deeper into her tight, resisting passage with each prodding motion.
He grunted with passion as he thrust the last inch of his erect, pulsing penis deep into her and she screamed in delicious agony.
He was thrusting in and out of her more easily now, and she could feel the tight skin around her anus stretch forward and then outward with each push of his hips. She could feel herself adjusting to this new penetration and finally began to relax and push her hips back against his in order to meet him. His fingers worked busily at her vagina, tickling, tingling, teasing until she was beginning to feel a new flood of desire build in her loins.
She squirmed against him with renewed interest, savoring this new experience with sensual gusto. His penis was so rigid and thick inside her that it was not easy for him to thrust into her with any speed, and this only seemed to prolong the agony of desire. He was moaning and muttering obscene oaths at her while he raped her buttocks, knowing that he was one of the first ones to ever be inside this tight, little passage.
"Oh baby," he groaned, "oh baby… baby… fuck back at me!"
Her body was shaking from the pressure of his legs, and his weight on her, but the new, delicious wonderment had taken complete control of her body and nothing mattered except that there was a prick inside her!
"Oh… oh… oh…" she gasped as he ravaged her tight orifice, trying to catch her breath. His penis seemed to grow even larger with each harsh impalement, yet she didn't want him to stop.
He was so solidly crushed into her anus that she couldn't escape even if she had wanted to! Her desire was overcoming her pain and she didn't want him to stop this new, prodding, hot injection. She could feel his prick begin to jerk inside her as he thrust forward and then pulled back and she knew that he was not far from his climax, but she wasn't quite ready.
"Wait… wait…" she groaned and tried to lay still for a second so that she would not bring him to his climax so quickly.
He slid his hands over her belly and pulled her roughly to her hips so that he was in a kneeling position, his fingers spreading the cheeks of her buttocks even further apart. He looked down at her as he thrust in and out of her vulnerable opening, watching his prick disappear into the warm tunnel of her rectum. His fingers reached underneath her and continued their fingering of her vagina until she began to rotate her hips back against his loins with a new fury. She gasped in pain and pleasure each time he thrust deep into her, not leaving one centimeter of his long, thick manhood showing between her cheeks. He gripped her tightly, reaching again around under her belly, shoving two fingers deep into her cunt, holding her impaled in both openings.
"I'm going to die," she groaned, wantonly out of control. "Fuck me… I'm going to die."
His penis felt as though it were swollen to ten times its size and his hips were thrusting like a jackhammer, deep into her anus. He rammed into her, pressing his thighs into the sides of her hips and holding her stationary. He knew that he was about to explode in her and that he couldn't wait much longer, so he rocked into her with all his strength grunting and groaning for that beautiful, satisfying release.
His penis was heavy as he pounded into her for the last few times and she moaned passionately beneath him.
"Yes… yes… now… do it now," she urged him. "I'm going to cum too."
He pulled her back onto him, plunging his rod as deep as it would go and holding it there for just a moment before releasing her and doing it again. He could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract against his fingers and he knew that she was cumming.
Suddenly he felt his loins begin to quiver and his testicles begin to boil and he began to jerk out his orgasm, shooting the hot liquid deep into her rectum. He rocked and writhed back and forth on her hips like a maniac, uttering obscenities, feeling the exquisite pull on his prick as he lunged into her with each spasm.
She was about to collapse under his weight, but he held her tightly and on her knees until he had jerked out his last bit of sperm deep up into her rectum and then released her. She fell, stretching out on the floor, his body crushing down on top of her, his penis still inside her.
She rolled slightly and his once hard manhood slid easily out of her rectum. They both lay there for a while, neither one saying anything.
Finally, she managed to get to her feet and walk shakily to the bathroom. When she got back he was dressed in his robe once again and was sitting on the couch.
"May I have my money now?" she asked.
"Well, you needn't be so snippy about it, you know. I know you enjoyed it as much as I did," he reprimanded her.
"Never mind about that," she said, her insides still aching, "May I have my money. I need a fix."
"Sure, sure," he finally answered and handed her $100. "That should keep you for awhile, but remember, if there's ever anything else I can do for you, just call me." He was still laughing wickedly, ecstatic over his humiliation and degradation he had forced her into, as she left the apartment and walked to the elevator clinching her buttocks tightly together to hold back the belated pain.