Working feverishly almost around the clock, Valerie had driven herself for two days as though possessed by a demon. The specter of the school being closed haunted her and Taylor Crane took on the dimensions and attributes of a devil incarnate. When her brain had begun functioning again and her anger manageable, she'd realized that the only way to save the school was to prove to townspeople and board members that the school was a properly functioning, innovative and worthwhile place of education.
The school fair was an annual event that she and the children had devised to raise money for the extra books they wanted and extra equipment the district wouldn't provide. This year it had to serve a far more urgent purpose. It had to persuade the establishment and the system that a small one room schoolhouse was not only worth preserving but a better school than its town counter parts.
Valerie had explained it all to the children. Their response had been valiant and instantaneous. Everyone pitched in to get the fair ready in record time in order that the board members could see it before their next meeting when Valerie was sure Taylor Crane would try and persuade them to his point of view.
After two days of back breaking work that had lasted for Valerie and Mike and some of the interested parents far into the night, the fair was almost in readiness. Mike had been wonderful. She'd misjudged him that first day. Her own guilt had caused her to suspect him, she realized. Working like a trojan, he'd single-handedly built all the scaffolding for the booths and hung the hastily dyed banners. It was beginning to look like a real Renaissance fair despite the crude materials and improvisations. Since the children were studying the Renaissance, the fair's theme this year was a natural.
"Thank you… you've been wonderful!"
"Looks like we'll make it, Miss Fenton." One of the departing parents said.
"Good night. See you day after tomorrow."
"If that damned board doesn't appreciate this… there's going to be hell to pay."
The sounds of cars starting and doors slamming and laughing and talking of leave taking came to Valerie as she leaned wearily against the porch supports. They had been wonderful. Most of the kids parents were interested in the school and had rallied marvelously when they realized the real danger the school was in. No town school had that kind of support. It was only another evidence of the uniqueness of Rio Sur.
She was so tired she could hardly stand but there was the warm glow of satisfaction from the work that had been freely given when she asked for it. There was kindness and cooperation left in the world. After the humiliations and horror starting with Bobby and Jennifer, it was wonderful to feel some sense and stability. Her own transgression was dimming now and perhaps one day she could even forgive herself.
"Come on… I'll help you close up, Valerie." Mike turned from the departing cars as their lights turned into the highway and leaped up on the porch to fling an arm around Valerie's tired shoulders. He bent his head to her blonde one as he swung her into the deserted school room.
"You've been wonderful, Mike. I couldn't have made it without you. I'm so grateful."
"Thought you would be… I… ah…" Mike pulled her roughly into his arms inside the door, his hand hitting the light switch smoothly, mouth poised just above Valerie's so that his words were almost printed against her lips. He felt her stiffen rigidly and the surprise of his sudden attack suck her breath inward sharply. She was going to play little miss nice girl. They all did that at first. This one was going to be real fun to wrestle to the begging position. The way she watched him when she thought he wasn't looking had told him a lot more about Valerie Fenton than her brisk manner since he'd been at Rio Sur. Poor girl was starving for a good fuck. Anybody could see that.
Crane had made it clear he could just about do what he wanted. Mike had been surprised when Crane had called him in and offered to put him back on the payroll. That last superintendent had gotten pretty sticky when the parents of that Handley kid had complained about Mike's just feeling the kid up a little. The super had finally fired him and Mike had had to go back to driving a cab for a while… but the pay wasn't as good considering the hours and the access to available and easy pussy wasn't nearly as good. Crane never turned a hair though about his predecessors reasons for firing Mike that were clearly stated on his personnel records. Hired Mike on the spot and sent him to Rio Sur the next morning. Mike wasn't too sure what Crane was after but he sure wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Mike! Let me go!"
"Take it easy, baby," Mike muttered, his arms tightening and his hands finding Valerie's wrists to wrench behind her while his mouth came down hard and hot against her soft, suddenly fearfully quivering lips. Jesus! The soft contours of the willowy curved girl in the tight jeans and open shirt were mashed deliciously onto Mike's eager hardness and he held her fiercely.
Valerie twisted her wrists against the clenched vice of Mike's hand and tried to wrench her mouth away from the tongue that was probing inside her mouth in a small mock fucking fashion but his other hand held her head close to the skull by her long flaxen hair, forcing her mouth to accept his sudden brutal onslaught. No! It was too much! Just when she'd thought she'd misjudged him, he reverted to the lusting male animal behavior of Bobby and Bruce Landers and all the other men. They thought about only one thing and they also would resort to any devious means to achieve their objective. A low muffled moan escaped Valerie's fiercely held mouth as she struggled to get out of his grasp. There was no good in men, she thought wildly. Her mother and her aunts had been right. She had disbelieved them for so long but every year of her lonely existence only confirmed their experiences that they had tried to pass on to her.
Despair descended on her as thick as the darkness that had fallen over them when Mike had snapped the light switch, for she felt the same betraying tingling along her nerves as that fateful afternoon with Bruce. It couldn't be… Oh God… not again. She couldn't allow her body to conquer her mind again! She had to resist! She had to…"
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 Mike McIlhenny 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 a bench and began kissing her neck, his tongue laying her, moistly, now poking into her ear, the tip running around the edges, giving her the shivers.
"You're a delectable piece," he hissed down at her on the bench, her thighs tightly clenched dreading his touch now and terrified of her own reactions.
His hand roamed down across her flat belly, on down the outside of a thigh then back up the smooth, warm cloth covered flesh to the juncture of her trembling thighs, pulling the zipper of her jeans down to expose her to his lustful gaze, as his hand snaked inside the opening and down in her panties to her soft, silky pubic hair. He grinned and used a finger, smoothly, inserting it into the thinly quivering crease at the top of her now helplessly trembling vaginal slit, and moving in to find the tiny, enshrined button of her clitoris, rubbing at it teasingly to excite the vibrant sensations of wanton sexuality he knew resided down there in every woman regardless of how haughty she might appear to be.
Valerie 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… Mike. Don't!" she moaned as she felt his strong hands force her thighs apart and his fingers pulling and tugging at the jeans and the thin band of nylon protectively covering her defensively cringing cuntal lips.
He smiled evilly then, twisting his hand into the crotchband of her panties, he gave a heavy yank, tearing them away from her along with her paint stained jeans, the material ripping asunder, leaving her loins tremblingly naked and defenseless against the coolness of the schoolroom bench.
"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. "I-I just… can't…!"
"You want your job, baby? Or do I tell old Crane how you tried to seduce me… and some of the kids?"
"You… wouldn't…?!" She was aghast, visions of herself… a public accusation!
"Try me!" the sadistic athlete 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 tanned, curving columns to splay out slightly, revealing the thin pink slit, glistening hotly there in the moonlight, a golden ring of sparse, blonde hair lining the soft femaleness where the inner lips protruded, slightly, like a tiny, nether tongue peeping out.
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 a pruriently??? delicious agitation she could not explain, as he wormed the finger deeper and deeper up inside her warm, moistly tremulant??? vaginal passage.
In her helplessness, something was happening to her, and Valerie could not explain it to herself. The spreading warmth in her belly, the tingling awareness and the heightened sensations seeming to center there where he fingered her signaling pleasure… forbidden pleasure!
Oh, God! That feeling! His finger is driving me crazy!
Valerie 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.
Squirming her buttocks down into the hard school bench, she sought to escape the tantalizingly worming finger, her moan changing to a helpless mewling whimper as his fingers taunted the tight sensitive little cuntal mouth, 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 in the unwanted and forbidden sexual excitation that had now filled her whole being and she clenched her teeth to hold back a rising 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 selling myself… God! Oh, Dear God! I don't know what to do! Help me!
Then, suddenly, she did know!
She couldn't let this virile male body do these things to her! What kind of addle-pated 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 Mike 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 bench beneath him.
"You 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 and cold on his face.
"No! Never!" she shrilled. "I'll never beg… for that!"
"We'll see!"
Then, slowly, Valerie stopped struggling and she relaxed, the insane horror of her helpless, completely defenseless situation sinking into her frantic brain. God! She was trapped! She could only half lie there and allow this young, cold-hearted man 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 and then… when he was ready… he would take her sexually… violate her warm, young body and squirt his heated male sperm deep into her unwanting belly. Maybe even make her pregnant and if so-she would never know who had done it, he or the equally horrible Bruce Landers. 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 like she was nothing more than a whore!
The tears of her humiliation flowed down her cheeks; the revulsion in her for her own bodily reactions catching in her throat, as she found that the tantalizingly cruel play of his fingers on her genitals brought uncontrollable responses in the aroused wetness of the now openly seeping female slit between her legs.
His voice was low and tantalizing 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 hard 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 lewdly teasing fingering of her abused clitoris.
Mike moved his powerful 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 long blonde hair. He drew her head to him and kissed her wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his finger began to massage her nakedly open cunt once more.
"I'm going to make you naked all over now, baby," he grunted. "And you're going to cooperate!"
She knew, dully, that she would; at this point, she could do nothing to keep him from using her helpless body as he willed.
Valerie felt him raise her arms. She closed her eyes, not wanting to think about what she was doing, mindlessly helping him with the proper movements, wriggling her shoulders, raising and lowering as he removed her shirt and 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 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, aureola 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 the smoothly rounded curves of her hips and the outside of her legs 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 tight, almost virginal cuntal lips. She kept her eyes closed tight as he raised from her where she sprawled naked on the bench and she could hear the whisper of cloth and zipper, and she knew that he was undressing himself.
Oh, God! I can't look!
"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 so 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 a distorted lewd grin. Involuntarily, her eyes swept down his muscular body with its strong flatness of belly to his thick, hardened penis standing out obscenely below. Her eyes widened, disbelieving what she saw. For a man of even his stature, 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 slipped easily over the blood-engorged head and with each stroke it jerked obscenely in his hand.
"It's so big!"
"Your boy friends got anything to match this…?" he chortled.
Valerie 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 her moment of truth embodied in this lusting, blackmailing brute.
For surely he was a madman! Her racing brain had concluded that he was actually enjoying his almost brutal debauchment of her, the cruel gleam in his cat 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?
Mike 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 completely ravish her defenseless genitals! 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 Valerie to recoil in repugnance.
"Please… 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 opening them were futile. She whined in her throat as she looked down between the twin mounds of her breasts to the golden triangle where she could see the top of his reddish head, his face distorted in passion as it poised in space over her softly palpitating cunt.
"Oh, My God, no!" she moaned, a swift feeling of guilt stabbing at her.
There, between her legs, kneeling, his hands pressing apart the soft, warm columns of her smooth, tanned thighs, Mike McIlhenny gazed down, hungrily, at the thin, pink furrow of her womanhood, ringed with soft, golden hair. The fleshy little outer petals peeked out like two tiny tongues, viscous droplets of clear moisture clinging to them, delicately. As she lay there in terror beneath him, her eyes were pleading with him not to debase her further; her humiliation complete as she watched, petrified as his hands moved up, and she felt him place his thumbs against the fearfully trembling lips of her cunt, part the softly curling strands of pubic hair and draw them slowly apart, exposing her innermost, cunt walls to his salaciously aroused gaze.
Valerie 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 head to her loins and felt the moist length of his tongue slide snakelike up 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 as a morass of revulsion welled up in her for the 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 man, man!… Beast!… Monster!
"Ooooooooh… My God! Ooooooh… No! Nooooooooo!"
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! Her teaching assistant, Mike McIlhenny's tongue was there racing up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly stimulating cunt.
"Oh, God, Mike, 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 insanity 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! Ooooooooh! What's happening to me…? I can't think straight! Those feelings down there between my legs… they're driving me crazy!
Mike's cat 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! 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 her miniature phallus-like clitoris. 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 the wetly flicking tip; presently, he felt the involuntary jerk of her loins as they began to grind up at him in uncontrollable rhythmic counterpoint 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 schoolroom 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 red 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! I could fuck her all night!
In spite of her resolve, Valerie's body had finally betrayed her and was now in complete command. She could only obey the lewdly demanding sensations of her slowly grinding loins. Her buttocks jerked and spasmed, moving in tiny, hesitant 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 tiny sensitive opening. It was only a momentary digression from his goal; in the next few moments his tongue was back at work in the "V" 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.
"Mike! Love me! Love me, Now!" she moaned.
The sadistically sex-crazed playground supervisor 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 tuck now, Baby!" he rasped.
Valerie 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, hard thing of his up in me… and… and…! No! It's not possible! I can't! It's wrong!…But, Dear Lord… I can't stand this torture… much longer!
Mike pushed her down on their pile of clothing on the wooden floor. "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 bitch!" he snarled. "Put it in for me… now!"
"OOoooh, God!"
Reaching the final inch, her hand encircled his thick, lust-inflated cock, feeling for the first time the truly enormous size of him, using the smooth 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 Valerie was sure that the great breadth of it would tear her asunder as the softly resilient flesh was stretched more and more with the almost unbearable pressure he exerted.
The pain was more than she could stand. She screamed.
"Oooooooh, 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 young cunt.
Inch by inch, his massive cock bored into her painfully resisting vaginal sheath until suddenly, he grunted and 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.
"Aaaaaaaaaggggh! 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 futilely 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.
Valerie groaned. He continued, repeating the expanding action with the thickness of his cock several times, each time eliciting tearful groans of agony and shame from deep in her throat. Surprisingly, then, slowly, the painfully stretched passage began to adjust, to accommodate the great length and breadth of the throbbing cock deep up inside her moistened cunt walls. Her grunts of pain became fewer as he began a slow grinding motion of his pelvis, insinuating his genitals even more tightly up between her open thighs, expanding and stretching the soft resilient walls of her cunt until her whimpers of pain became mewls of forbidden pleasure that she could no longer control. She was on fire. Unbidden, her loins began to move under him, counterpointing and answering his lewd revolving, grinding motions.
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 wide-split folds of her sparsely hair-lined young cunt.
"Now, Baby! Beg for it! Beg me to fuck you!"
"No! Please noooo! Haven't you done enough to me… already! Do you… have to… keep on… humiliating me?" she whimpered, legs wideheld beneath him.
"Beg! God damn it! Beg! You know the words!" he roared, expanding the blood-engorged head, once more, just inside, against the sensitive walls of her vagina.
Valerie mewled in ecstasy. She couldn't help it. Every fiber of her being rejected it, but suddenly she was saying it… spewing out like a gutter whore those awful words she thought she would never say.
"Ooh, Yes, God! I… I want it! F-Fuck me! YYes! 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 hugely pulsating cock buried deep in her sensate cunt.
"Where do you want me to fuck you?" he teased with a mocking grin.
"In my c-cunt!" It was easier now and she groaned out the lewd words out with desperate conviction.
"With what? God damn it! With what?"
"Oh God, with your cock… with your big hard cock!" she moaned piteously beneath him.
Mike 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 Mike's cock had begun to thrust longer and faster into the love-starved pussy that had, for so long, been a barrier to her sexual fulfillment.
Valerie 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 heavily driving cock, her lovely Grace Kelly face contorted with desire, her eyes glazed, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in a jerky panting rhythm of the age-old dance of animal coupling.
Never in her life had Valerie 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 deep in her belly, 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 hesitantly at first up and down his thick shaft, that the intensity of her sensations became more delicious and unbearable. She had almost forgotten 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 didn't remember 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 now hungrily gyrating buttocks to the defenseless, puckered nether ring of her anus. Momentarily soaking a finger in the viscous moisture that seeped from the well-filled coral passage above he circled the tiny hole before placing the tip of it against the rubbery softness of her back passage. He felt her sharp intake of breath, the shock 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 you in me everywhere!" she strangled, delirious rapture overcoming her violently writhing nakedness.
He pushed hard! His finger surged into her all the way to the palm of his hands. She screamed as the finger wormed in past the tiny resisting elastic muscle, deep up into the rubbery sponginess of her warm unused 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 on to the sadistically torturing middle finger, at the same time, she strained her vaginal muscles to suck his monstrously huge cock completely up into her hotly slaving cunt.
Now, he thrust into her with increased speed, feeling the bulge in the separating tissues between her pussy and rectum while she writhed wildly, uncontrollably beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with mounting fury, her legs jerking, toes curling, buttocks moving her finger-filled anal passage against his finger in abject subjugation to the double ravishment of her loins. Then, grunting heavily, he began to pound into her, yanking his fingers from her anus with a slight 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.
"Oh, oh, ooooohh! 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 my whole cock in her 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 contraction 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 moment of time expanded for her; then she stopped and fell through limitless space.
As in a dream she heard herself when she had been transported, rocketing into sensual space, her voice unreal in her ears.
"AAAAAaaaaaghh! I'm almost there! I'm cumming… I'm cumming! Now! Ooooooh! Now!! Nooooooooow! Oh, Dear God! It's… it's heeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrre."
Mike, pounding into her from above felt the great tremors in her body and knew that she was in orgasm, even as his own began deep up inside him, behind his great cock, in his balls, hosing through him in great spurts from the lust-inflated head of his wildly jerking penis, the hot, white, viscous semen jetting far up into the dark, moist confines of her hungrily clasping cunt.
"God! Oh, God! Valerie, 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 deep up inside her sperm flooded belly.
They lay for long minutes. Time receded for Valerie into the shrouding mists of sensuality as she lay under the big red haired young man, her brain mercifully suspended and shut off. The incredible peace and fulfillment permeated every cell of her flesh and she was content to only feel, to be, without reason, logic, morals, values or convictions, unidentified, amoebic, merely an animal responding instinctively in the long chain of evolution.