When Max Bovino's huge hands reached out and touched the smooth white flesh of her slender waist, Susan felt her knees momentarily buckle. She hadn't anticipated a blind-man's tactile eye sight, and the shock of his hot flesh upon her near-naked body almost sent her into a second faint; yet, somehow, she managed to shake the giddiness and kept from toppling, while with unbelievable gentleness, he passed his fingertips over her silken, ivory-skin, upward along her arms and across her shoulders to her long, swanlike neck.
"Christ!" he gasped, his breath hot in her face. "You are beautiful! Hell, yes… beautiful!" He let the ends of his fingers trace the small bone contours of her facial features, while she stood immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of his surprisingly stimulating hands. "You… you're live velvet… so smooth… so soft," he hissed, then he was moving behind her, his big hand on her shoulder as if to guide him, while simultaneously he untied the belt of his robe.
Susan felt his arms slip around her waist as she remained stone-still, with her flimsy panties and bra, garter belt and hose, her last useless protection. Then, he kissed her soft, naked shoulder and his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her satiny, white belly, while she shuddered with an uncontrollable, and unwanted sensation of delight.
"Let me do the rest," he whispered, his hands moving up behind her to unhook her bra, then, slipping beneath her arms to her large, full, pointed breasts, his great hands sliding beneath to cup upward and lift them as cool air brushed teasingly against her unleashed nipples that burst into hard, berry-like solidness.
Susan couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to lay her head back against his powerful shoulder, and though she realized the almost wantonness of the submissive act, she satisfied her conscience in knowing she was doing it for Nadine and Jamey… and gently, she pressed her buttocks back inside his opened robe, to force his, now, long, thick hardness up against his own belly with the upper portions of their round fullness.
Oh God! What am I doing? I'm nothing but a but a sluttish whore! Letting him do these things to me… even wanting him to! But his hands… they're as gentle as a child's… I-I can't help it… and I've got to think of my baby… of Jamey… it's all for them! It is! it is!
Susan's breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her naked, palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard, cherry-nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new wild sensations to jolt excitedly through her whole body. Then, he was gently drawing her panties down over her buttocks and hips from behind and she closed her eyes and raised her head in the intoxicating delight that was enveloping her… his lips suddenly and wetly kissing each of her soft white buttocks, making her tremble… until, at last, as she stood there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her too-long, love-starved body, she felt him spread her buttocks apart with his hands, and the worming hot dampness of his tongue burrowing into the cleft of her soft, quivering behind… finally licking from the bottom of the smooth white crevice to its top and following right up her back until he stood once more with his arms around her.
Christ! What a delicious creature, he thought. Silk was right for once in his useless life. Of all the women he'd ever fucked, this one was unquestionably the most beautiful… the most desirable. She'd rock them in the casino… but he wasn't going to make any filthy cunt out of her before their horny eyes. No dildos… none of that. She was his! Maybe, he'd even drape her in some gauzy see-through costume… Yeah, tease 'em. That was the idea… Jesus, she was luscious! How he wished to Christ he could see her… really see her!
He had forced the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he moved in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous globes of her beautiful ass, while his hands reached around to clutch at her firm, rotund breasts, then… he pressed her forward to the davenport, removing his robe, his massive rod cleaving the air before him like a great, frightening bowsprit.
Susan didn't resist; she'd gone this far… already sold herself to all pretense and purpose, so why fight it now? And truly, whatever she had thought of this man only a short time before, for some unfathomable reason it was no longer the same inside her. Just the touch of his gentle hands had more than converted her… it had rekindled all of the want and need she had loyally, if stupidly, struggled against within her unfulfilled, hungry body. Yet, she couldn't deny the unbelievable immoralness of her actions, either… not fighting his lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire… even finding justification in the fact that at least he was a man, not a boy… and the sight of his huge heavy-veined cock wouldn't let her forget that.
She found herself dropping to the davenport obediently and laying back as he eased down beside her, his handsome, masculine face opposite her own in his hidden world of darkness, and of a sudden, her heart went out to him. She rolled toward him on the limited space of the furniture-piece and he stretched out against her as her arms wrapped around him and she waited to be kissed. He did, smashing his tongue between her tender lips, into her mouth and throat, his one huge hand traversing over her breast and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her vibrant, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparse raven-black pubic hair, then, searchingly discovering her already excited, erect clitoris. He tweaked it and she gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp, then he ran his fingers down through the damp, sensitive, raw flesh to the small opening of her vagina, and while he tongue-fucked into her delicious, receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger up into the moist quivering passage.
Susan moaned uncontrollably. "Oooooohhhh… Godddd!"
How long had it been since she'd known erotic happiness? She couldn't remember. But one thing was certain, she couldn't recall it ever being like this! She just couldn't…! Her whole being had seemingly come alive with a seething, sexual desire. His wonderful hands were setting her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense of right or wrong! Ooooh God… it was beautiful! Had she ever known anything to compare? Who was this man making love to her… the devil, himself? And then, his finger was slipping smoothly in and out of her rapidly dilating passage, and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.
Oh… ohhhhh! I'm lost… my God! His finger is like a soothing balm inside my cunt… and I've needed it so bad and for so long… I'm a bitch! That's what I am! Nothing but a slut-whore… but I don't care… I don't! Forgive me, Nadine, baby… forgive me, Jamey… Oh God, please forgive me!
He was slithering down her body, rolling her gently onto her back, the dark-shades concealing his eyes like a vicious curse upon him… a curse that her own husband had helped inflict! Her eyes dampened, she wanted to cry. Lord in heaven, she owed him more than she could ever repay him! Cal's sin was on her shoulders! She stared at his strong, masculine body, watching the powerful muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest ripple as he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, then crawled slowly between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins.
The room had fallen into late-afternoon, semi-darkness, and Susan felt almost as if she were in his unseeing world, her mind glazed in its rapture. She felt the large flat palms of his warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner-thighs, moving them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.
"Oooohhhhhh…" she lurched and groaned, as his hot, moist lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed wet, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her aroused vagina… much more gentle and desirable kisses than Cal had ever administered in his selfish, tormenting approach… delightful, tantalizing kisses on the closed tingling lips of her, now, feverish cunt, kisses that suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for… and his tongue gently parted the pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the delicate, quivering opening.
Every muscle in her body seemed to react at the heavenly pleasurable licking of her still-closed vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.
Dear God… don't stop… don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my life I've waited for this… not really knowing it… and now, you've come to fulfill me with it! Oh… please don't stop… please… please? I don't care what, or who, you are… just don't stop!
Nothing else mattered; insane electric-like jolts were setting her whole body aglow with tingling, needle-like prickles of carnal enchantment. And then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a remote brain, she felt her hands moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the smoothness of her stomach, and coming teasingly to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing where she lay, and felt his hot breath against her soft pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair sprinkled flanges of her feminine aperture open to him with delicate fingers, her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he lowered to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her flowered cunt.
Again, Susan gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He sensed the movements of her beautiful head, tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once more, its smooth flicking tip circling her quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm, soft folds of her inner labia deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue continued its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus between her magnificent legs.
Oh God! I'm lost… lost! Nothing can ever take the place of this… of him! I know it! I'm certain of it! I'll… I'll do anything he tells me! I will! I will! Oh… oh… oh…!
She groaned throatily, sounds that were originating deep in her chest, while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her narrow damp slit, starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic-like rimmed opening of her now gently clasping vagina, and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. She felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then raise and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her desire wracked breasts, exposing the white flat plane of her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.
"Oh… beautiful… beautiful!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity he was subjecting her to, and at her own over-powering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God… truly, he had aroused all of the latent wanton bitch within her, she had ever possessed! If there had been any shame or humiliation before, it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding through her whole being! She was in heaven… or was it hell? So? So…? She never wanted him to stop! Never… never!
Max could hardly believe it! His stuck-up, cold-nosed, little China-doll had seemingly gone smack assed to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. Christ, she tasted like some delicious nectar of the Gods, themselves. In his most warped and sensual dreams, he could never have imagined anything, or anyone, so delectable. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to him… without the least struggle… Shit! Every broad had a hidden hot streak that set her off once you found it… but this gorgeous creature was beyond belief! She was like some Godamned nympho who'd suddenly been relieved of a chastity belt! She was out of her mind in sexual lust… and she was driving him even further out of his! Hell, there was no question… she was his own private piece from now on… forever, may be! Christ, his cock ached like someone had been beating on it with a hammer, he thought, as he ground it into the cushion, feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cunt lips brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks, a tremendous feeling of power sweeping over him.
He'd never had any doubts but what he was going to fuck her… subject her to any and every indecency he could think of to help satisfy his bitter, revenge-filled hate of that bastard-husband of hers who'd cheated him out of his vendetta, but it'd never occurred to him that she wouldn't fight off his advances in shame… that she'd be such a hot little bitch, squirming under his tongue the way she was… completely at his mercy… her tight little pussy loving every minute of it. And he, himself, blowing his own mind over her… hell, it was crazy!
He brought her legs back down and listened to her helpless moans as he increased the lapping of his tongue, slashing it up and down through her seething vaginal slit. If she'd been laying that Halo punk, or anybody else, they damn sure hadn't been taking care of her… either that, or she was some kind of Godamned hot box, and he couldn't buy that… not that he should let it make any difference to him, but he'd never seen a bitch let down the barriers so quick, and he knew it couldn't be the brandy because she hadn't drunk that much. No, she just needed it bad, and she was getting it… but this was just the be ginning!
Hell, she was all ready too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her now, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins he began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and to, her receptive passion captured body, just as he used Lily and the rest of the cunts to sate his lust. Christ, if he could only see her, he was thinking, as her hands began to desperately entwine in his hair, manipulating his face harder toward the small, clasping opening of her vagina.
Max rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and listened for her groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. He responded, ovaling his lips and pressing tight to her passage-mouth; he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking, throaty moans from the depths of her chest. He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically in a rhythmic sucking cadence, trying to pull the invading lingual organ deeper and deeper into it.
Susan whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of his voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She sensed her complete loss of body and mind control. Her brain reeled in its mesmerized state of ecstatic sensual bliss.
Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her sexual genitals were a whirl pool of rapture. And then, he was moving up over her. She felt his tongue trail upward along her belly into her navel, again slithering upward, leaving a hot wet path as he crawled over her until he found the elongated nipple of her left breast, and then the right, sucking and bringing salacious gasps of additional pleasure from her. He kissed her while simultaneously, he forced her smooth, white thighs wider and wider apart.
She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had brought her so much delight, tasting her own cuntal nectar there and gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal-thought of it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of his long, rigid prick against her thighs, its contact with her hot flesh like a searing rod in the hand of a puritan church-warden, endeavoring to prod her into the wakeful realization of her wanton carnality, but instead she hungrily reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her sex-famished brain.
Max raised up above her to allow her access and she clutched its heavy, solid thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily, at the feel of the hot massive spear she encircled with both hands, her long slim fingers barely going around it.
"M-My God!" Susan gasped. "It's… it's tremendous! It'll never fit…! I-I'm not big enough…"
"How bad do you want it, baby?" be hissed down at her.
"Oh… oh, I do! I want it… need it so bad!" she choked, almost tearfully.
He bent down and kissed her once more, then she felt the bulbous, blood-inflated head moving up and down, parting the soft dark pubic hair between the palpitating lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden, the small mouth of her tingling vagina pressed open. The tight elastic entrance offered near-virginal resistance; she held her breath as the tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the pain from the hard, cruel pressure.
"Aggggghhhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the harsh torment increased.
Max felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful protest; he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth, and he shoved a little further, causing her to emit another long, low groan from deep in her throat.
"Aaaaagggggghhhh! Oh… oh God, please… it hurts! It hurts!"
He continued to grin, wishing to God he could see her facial reactions to his huge cock burrowing into her tiny cuntal passage, her agonizing pleas sending wild sensations racing through him…
"Ooooohhhhh," she whimpered pitifully, as the huge blunt knob pressured harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her widespread thighs, and then with a little rush the tip slipped inside, just beyond its coronal rim, and Susan couldn't hold back her little choking scream.
My God, her mind reeled, her thighs were splitting apart from the continual expanding of the small, moist hole in her crotch. He was much too big! Beyond human belief! It was going to split her wide open!
Max Bovino could barely contain the excitement her whimpering screams were bringing him at the slow, relentless penetration of her cunt, and again and again he flexed his hips to sink and inch at a time into her, until at last, he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to fuck the little bitch now!
He rammed forward unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her, smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust his hips at the same time, and his long, thick cock plunged into her moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering-ram, spiraling the soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling torrents before it. There was no holding it back, and with a loud grunt he felt his sperm-bloated balls smack loudly into the upturned crevice between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
"Oooohhhhh! My God! My dear loving God! You've ripped me! You've split me wide open! Oooh God stop!" Susan wailed, screwing her buttocks down into the cushion in a futile attempt to escape the excruciating impalement of her cunt. Her legs, splayed wide apart, flailed in the air helplessly on either side of his great muscular body, kicking and jerking as he pinned her securely to the davenport beneath. "Oh… oh… oh," she continued to groan, lying beneath him and completely stuffed with his huge prick, the tremendous throbbing shaft sunk to the very depths of her belly and beyond. Mother of God, she'd had no idea it could bring her such pain, and abruptly, she realized that all sensual excitement had left in the throes of her torment. She sensed every wrinkle and ridge of the massive rod inside her… enclosed in the moist, snug sheath of her own cunt! Her dead husband's cunt… that had never been entered before by any other man…! Good Lord! What had she done?
Jamey… Jamey… Oh God, Jamey… please forgive me… thundered through her tortured mind.