"Shall we have a drink?" Karl Fletcher invited, taking her wrap when they were inside his apartment.
Karen's belly had become a knotted little cavern of queasiness from the moment he closed the door behind her. She had already drunk too much, but purposely, and when he had casually placed his hand on her thigh driving home, she was wondering if she had drunk enough.
"I don't mind," she replied, her vision somewhat blurred, her tongue just a bit thick. She saw her manuscript on a center table and strolled over to look down at it while he went to a corner bar to prepare their drinks.
"Turn on the stereo, darling," he said over the tingling of glassware. "I think we need soft lights and music, eh?"
She looked in his direction, couldn't see him but managed a smile anyway. She spotted the stereo and went over to it, trying to count up all the "dears" and "darlings" they had exchanged so far throughout the evening.
God, is it worth it? Is it…? And all over that pile of paper sitting on that table… Can I go through with it?
He came up behind her, moved a little to her right and handed her a glass while at the same time his other hand went around her waist, immediately smoothing down over the full round curve of her buttocks. She stiffened, her breath coming sharply into her throat.
"My God, you're lovely," he rasped, his fat greasy face only an inch or so from her own. "We… we do understand each other, don't we?"
Karen swallowed tightly. His hand resting on her buttocks had sent a cold child fluttering through her. She had to steel herself to keep from bolting. She
had come this far. Success… that illusive goddess… she remembered.
"Well…? We do, don't we?" he prodded nervously. He licked at his lips and his little colorless eyes were bugging at her. Thank God, she couldn't see him clearly. "I-I'm here, aren't I?" she heard herself say.
Abruptly, he turned her to face him and drew her tight against him, sloshing her drink to splatter on both of them as he smothered her soft lips with his wet, open mouth. He clutched at her buttocks with both small hands, grinding his pelvis into her until she could feel the rising bulge of him and his tongue jabbed between her lips against her clenched white teeth.
He drew back his head, simpering lustfully at her as she tried to measure her own physical reactions to his aggressive touch. So far, so good, she thought mechanically. The liquor was doing its job well… if only she didn't have to look at him…
"You won't be sorry, darling," he hissed at her. "I promise you that. You be nice to me and we'll make your fame and fortune with that book… I… swear it…
His fat little hands smoothed up over her hips and waist to her breasts where they paused to squeeze and massage hungrily. Karen was amazed at her lack of feeling, but she couldn't bring herself to touch him in response. Suddenly, he let go of her.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he gasped, grasping her hand and leading the way.
A shudder passed over her then, the first of a series that seemed to rack her whole being at the thought of willingly entering his bedroom with him and for the sole purpose of giving her body to him…
He stopped in the doorway and turned to her. "You're frightened," he said, attempting to be gentle even as his eyes spewed urgent, raw lust at her. "I feel you trembling… but don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise…"
Oddly, she was encouraged by his words, enough so that she managed a further smile as she said: "I-I'm afraid I'm not much good at this sort of thing. "I-I haven't done it m-much."
He grinned lasciviously, drawing her into the room. "I'll help you," he half whispered. "You just be your normal, luscious self… and leave the rest up to me." He left her, crossing the room.
Karen raised her drink and gulped half of it down. He had turned on a dim bureau lamp and started to remove his coat and tie. For the first time she saw the girth of his stomach protruding against his white shirt… and then the bulge of his penis straining against his trousers. She stared at him in somewhat spellbound fascination as he unbuttoned his shirt, as if she were suddenly bewitched by this whole unbelievable scene in which she was scheduled to play a leading role. It was like some comedy… some farce she had once seen somewhere… as if she ought to burst out laughing… but there was nothing to laugh at… absolutely nothing at all!
"Would you like me to undress you, darling?" he asked softly. He had removed his shirt and was pulling his undershirt over his head. She saw the full bulk of his heavy belly then, hairless and pink-skinned like a baby, his effeminate breasts puffy and flabby, a small patch of hair between them.
She shook her head automatically to his question and walked to the other side of the bed, setting down her drink and reaching up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress. Whatever she did from here on, it would have to be without thinking… for if she gave this lurid situation one complete minute of" thought she would run from there like a scared rabbit. She slipped her dress off, not looking at him but feeling his eyes raking her. She was wearing a half-slip and wriggled that down over her hips. She had blotted his presence temporarily from her mind and went about undressing as if she were home and getting ready for bed. Subconsciously, she reached up behind her and unfastened her bra, slipping it off, then, her garter belt, smoothing her nylons down over the silky flesh of her legs. Her back was to him and only her panties remained. Why not? If not now, eventually anyway. She bit at her lower lip and rolled them down over her full, rounded hips, straightened… and there he stood, before her!
Karen gasped aloud, the sight of his obese nakedness shattering her mental wall of privacy, his fat, grinning, baby-like face sending the first wave of revulsion surging through her. Her eyes dropped slowly down his gross bulk and locked on the stiff rod of flesh projecting from the black, woolly, hair-covered pelvis beneath the heavy sag of his stomach, its purplish tip wet with the obscene secretion it produced. She gasped again and began shaking her head negatively, her mouth fall open loosely, her lovely eyes widening in a panic that was fast over-whelming her.
Oh, my God! What… what was I thinking of? I can't! I can't! This… this ugly greasy man! I… I…
"I… I can't do it, Mr. Fletcher!" she blurted at him. "I just can't!"
He moved in close to her, his arms encircling her, jerking her body against him and causing his prick to stab between her legs because of their equal height, her erect protruding breasts digging into the flabbiness of his chest as he bent her backwards, his huge belly grinding against the soft, tender flesh of her own.
"Don't be a little fool!" he hissed. "Who the hell are you trying to kid, baby? You've been married and divorced! Don't try to play the virgin act with me. You've been fucked more ways than I can think of!"
"Oh God!" Karen wailed, trying to get her hands between them and push his vile body off of her.
Fletcher had locked his hands behind her waist and was pressing her back against the bed. The little bitch was suddenly going to go chaste on him, eh? Well, he had gotten a rundown on her a long time back, when he'd first seen her on the elevator… knew that she was a divorcee… and too many times he had drooled over just the sight of her to let her get away from him now. She had come to him… had played the game with him all evening. It was too late… too late, baby! He wasn't about to let her go until he'd sunk his throbbing cock deep into that delectable tight little cunt of hers. He was going to shoot his sperm up into that white little belly if it killed him… and being here the way she was, there was nothing she could ever do about it!
"Oh God, don't… don't!" Karen begged as he pressed her backwards and they fell onto the bed, his vast bulk crushing the breath from her while his ramrod prick remained thrust between her thighs, its upper portion partially insinuated between the fleshy lips of her cringing loins, its head snugly fit between her flattened and pressed down buttocks. "Please… please, Mr. Fletcher… I was wrong. I thought I could… but I can't, don't you see?"
"I see that you're a teasing little bitch!" he spat down at her. "A cock teaser, eh? Well baby, you're going to get fucked like you haven't had it in a long time. I may be fat, but when it comes to fucking, I'm king, hear me?"
Karen winced beneath his foul, vile language. A scene from another time raced through her brain. She was going to be raped! She knew that she couldn't hold her legs together against him… was no match for his strength… His evil, lewd thing was going to ram into her precious womanhood and violate her horribly… spit its vulgar sperm up into her belly and there was nothing she could do to stop him! He was trying to kiss her and she rolled her head frantically, but he caught it between his small hands and held it vise-like as he laved her face with his infant tongue.
"Oh… oh, Mr. Fletcher… I beg you, please… please don't," she whimpered beneath him,
pinioned helplessly under his hugeness.
He hardly heard her and she felt him forcing her legs apart. Struggling seemed ridiculous, but she did, even as he ding his nails into her tender white flesh, spreading her thighs until he was planted firmly between them, both of them grunting like fighting animals in their duel… until at last, she groaned pitifully, then, looking up into his simpering face, spat viciously, her saliva splattering between his fish-colored eyes and dripping down his pug nose.
"You goddamned little cunt!" he squealed hoarsely, slapping her cruelly across the face. "I'll make you pay for that. I swear… I'll make you pay!"
He wiped at his face and then his hand disappeared. Tears welled up into Karen's eyes as she felt him spreading the lips of her vagina with the blood-inflated head of his cock. She almost wanted to beg his forgiveness as she felt it splay the moist, pink flesh and position itself before the tight and tender mouth of her vaginal passage. Her eyes gaped as she stared up into his brutal, lust-contorted, baby-like face.
"Now, goddamn you… beg!" he spat. "Let me hear you beg!"
"Oh… Oooahhhh, my dear God," she whimpered and he pressed forward slowly until she could feel the bloated tip of his enraged prick pressing cruelly against the tight elastic opening of her unready and unwanting vagina.
A leer of undisguised brutal lust twisted the pink cherubic face above her as it said: "Spit in my face will you, bitch! Well… we'll see… we'll see…"
She felt his hips lift and automatically her hands went down to grab and hold them back, but it was a useless attempt. He thrust and she screamed. The head of his cock burst inside her defenseless cunt with the force of some blunt, impaling log… and he held there momentarily while his piggish eyes absorbed the agony on her tormented, beautiful face… then, he sent it soaring into her when she least expected it… mercilessly like a roaring bull given its head… piercing and expanding the tight unsuspecting pink, moist walls of her passage in a thundering plunge that not only took her breath away, but her wits… She fainted…
When she opened her eyes again, she felt momentarily nauseous. He lay between her legs and she seemed to burn from her knees to her breasts. She squirmed beneath his great body and the warm, wet sloshing in her belly registered. Fear gripped her. Oh, my God… He'd emptied his foul loins into her while she was unconscious. She felt it, like a pool of seething lava. It swirled in the depths of her belly. She stared up at him and he grinned simperingly down at her.
"I'm not mad if you're not," he said.
Dear God, how she'd like to plunge a knife into his heart. She said nothing, only turned her face from him. His hands were on her breasts, clutching and manipulating, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers endeavoring to harden and distend them. He dropped his drooling lips onto one and sucked. She sensed his tongue, a maddening vortex of sensation she couldn't ignore. Wild little flurries flittered through her belly. She writhed and simultaneously felt again the growing of his cock between her helpless thighs.
"Haven't you had enough rape for one night?" she threw at him.
He chuckled. "You vixen… you almost had me fooled," he said, slipping his hand down between the open lips of her cunt. He let a fingertip steal up and taunt her clitoris, the nail only grazing against it… enough to send overpowering paroxysmal sensations rippling through her.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned uncontrollably.
Karl Fletcher laughed aloud. "This time, we're both going to enjoy it, darling."
"Don't call me darling. Don't, don't, don't!" she screamed at him.
Again, he laughed. "All right, bitch! That's what I'll call you. Bitch!" he spat as he squirmed his heavy bulk on top of her and she felt his prick grinding into her once more. "Only this time, I've got other ideas…"
Like that she felt him rise from her, all of his weight lift up and off her and she struggled to get to her feet, but it was an amazing performance on his part and suddenly she found herself flipped onto her face and his massive bulk atop her once more, her race buried in the soft coverlet on the bed.
"Goddamn you!" she screamed back at him, and Fletcher laughed. She was totally helpless, face down and spread-eagled, hardly able to breathe as she lay pinned beneath him. His huge belly pressed into the soft hollow of her back and his growing erection lay snugly insinuated lengthwise between her buttocks. She felt his hands press into the mattress to slide beneath her flattened breasts and begin their kneading and squeezing once more as he rocked gently on top of her, pressuring his shaft in rhythmic simulating movements into the tight warm crevice of her soft, quivering buttocks.
It dawned on her that she was being an idiot about it; there was absolutely nothing she could do to defend herself. She was like an insect being held down by the weight of a giant human hand… God, what an obscene, comical picture they must make, she thought… She tried to squirm and found that was hopeless too, but the gurgling her effort caused deep in her belly reminded her that he had already shot his lewd semen into her once and she cringed within at the thought. Well, the damage was done… if there was to be any. If she'd kept her head she might have at least been able to talk him into using something. It wasn't as if he had lured her here; she had come of her own free will… and knowing…
"Are you calming down, darling?" he whispered down at her.
"Y-You're squashing me," Karen replied; it was an effort to even speak.
"Will you be good… stop acting like some school-girl on her first date?"
"I… I won't fight you anymore, if that's what you mean," she said.
He rolled off of her but clung to her breasts, keeping her inside his arms and putting them both onto their sides, spoon-fashion. Then, with his upper arm he reached down and placed his prick between her thighs tight into the open lips of her moist pussy and she could feel the bristly hair of his pelvis against her soft round buttocks.
She sighed heavily, able to breathe freely once more. His face was buried in her long hair and suddenly she felt him nibbling at her neck while he gently massaged the nipples of her breasts. God, if only he wasn't such a repulsive man, she thought, the frenzy of minute tingles from his hands rippling down through her belly.
"There's no need for us to fight about it, is there?" he said into her ear. "I want to be friends if you do."
Karen shivered beneath the deft movements of his hands and fingers caressing and tweaking the now erect nipples of her breasts.
"Y-You know what I want," she answered, her breath catching in her throat. "You know the only reason I'm here… doing this…"
Fletcher chuckled lightly. "You're a mercenary little piece," he said, moving his hand down the satiny smooth skin of her waist to her hips and drawing her soft, trembling buttocks back tighter against his loins. "But it's a language I can understand."
Karen relaxed a little, letting her buttocks go back against him, feeling his shaft pulsating up against her crotch, its ever enlarging head instilled between the supple fleshy lips of her vagina. The horror of the situation had somehow worn thin for her. Perhaps, it was the dazing effects of the liquor again, or the fact that the initial abomination was past; whichever, she was convinced that at this point she should get something out of it… She felt his hand move down over the soft smooth flesh of her belly to the velvety mound of her pussy, his finger parting the pubic hair and slipping into her wet slit to tease the tiny bud of her clitoris once more. The erotic little spasms he set off caused her to jerk her buttocks convulsively back against him, and he withdrew his hand, moving it up over the smooth tight skin of her rounded full hip and buttock and down between her warm thighs where his hardening prick rested.
She heard his breathing increase and felt it hot against her neck as his fingers caressed the lips of her vagina, then insert around his dormant fleshy rod to stroke gently into the moist walls of her channel in a tender, rotating movement that raised a little gasp of unexpected excitement from her.
"You like that," he whispered hotly into her ear. "It sends fiery tingles shooting through that tight little cunt, doesn't it… makes you want to fuck? You can almost feel my cock slipping right up into your warm little belly, eh?"
A tremor passed quickly over her, the vile sound of the lewd words strangely exciting her, but she said: "Please… do you have to use that filthy language? I'm not a prostitute, you know…"
"But those are words of love and passion, darling… fuck and cock and cunt and suck," he hissed as once more she trembled almost uncontrollably at their Fescennine sound… "and… you should learn to use them…"
She gasped again and held her breath as she felt his fingers slip wetly out of her vagina with a moist sucking sound. He squirmed behind her, drawing at her buttocks and angling them out tighter against him; then he said: "Put it in."
She felt her body go rigid automatically at his suggestion, the obnoxious thought repulsing her. She sensed his rock-hard shaft throbbing between her thighs and tried to shake her head.
"I'm… I'm too sore…"
"Put it in!" he ordered, reaching over her to take her hand and press it between her legs.
Her mind froze and she gritted her teeth angrily, ready to fight him again.
"I said, put it in!" he snapped harshly into her ear.
Bitterly, she sank her white even teeth into her full lower lip and let her fingers find the warm, rigid staff of wet flesh between her legs, laying the length of her hand along its thick underside, her fingers and thumb moving to encircle and maneuver it as it throbbed hotly in her hand, sending another unwanted wave of excitement through her. It was necessary for her to push her naked buttocks back even further toward him for angle's sake, and she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her lip in dread as she worked the large bulbous head between the moist pink flanges of her open cunt, moving it slowly back and forth in her vaginal slit to part the sparse, silky blonde hair between her legs in preparation for his entry.
"For God's sake… don't hurt me… please?" she begged as she felt his hips begin to pressure forward.
"Maybe little… but only for a minute," he said hoarsely, and the spongy head moved tight against the raw elastic mouth of her moist vagina, its tip easing into her gently. Automatically, Karen contracted her bowels in unwitting resistance, grunting with the anticipated pain that never came, for it slipped wetly right up into her until she could feel it in her belly, the hair of his groin brushing against her ass-cheeks as momentarily he chose to lay still and locked into her.
"Hurt?" he whispered.
"I-I… no… I don't think so," she managed, tasting the saltiness of the blood she had drawn from her lip.
Gradually, he began to move, stroking gently with short in and out motions that slowly began to allay her fears. The wetness of his ejaculation into her had lubricated the soft pink walls of her passage and she gave thanks that at least it had had some value. In fact, she reluctantly admitted to herself, it felt rather good as he began to lengthen the stroke, quicken his tempo and its turgid head sank deeper and deeper up into her belly.
Jeff had never approached her this way; it was an entirely new experience… painless… and she didn't have to look at the mounting male… perhaps that was the reason the enthusiasm was growing rousingly inside her…
But then, almost as suddenly as he began, he seemed to slip into a maelstrom of lust, his breath increasing furiously and he speared into her with less and less temperance, until shortly, his thick, rock-hard cock was battering and smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh, his pelvis smacking tight into her soft buttocks mercilessly from behind.
"Oh… Oh… Oh," Karen coughed with every thundering jolt. "You're hurting me!" Once more, her fear had leaped into being within her. "My God!"
A twinge of pain shot through her as his prick burrowed deeper up into her womb. He had dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her abdomen and was holding her secured. She could do nothing but squirm helplessly as he jack-hammered into her, feeling his hot, obese body tight against her own, his breath coming in raspy warm blasts against the soft smooth skin of her back.
"Christ!" he blurted suddenly, and before she realized what was happening he had forced her over onto her belly, his legs between her own and was drawing her backward, up onto her knees. He clung savagely to her hips, his stubby fingers gouging into their soft flesh as he levered both of their bodies into the desired position he wanted, his knees inside her own and pressuring them out brutally.
Instantly, shame and degradation nearly overwhelmed Karen at the obscene, debasing animal stance he had forced her into. She felt like some, medieval harem concubine bent servilely before her master in an attempt to bring him his lustful pleasure. Once again, her anger raged inside her and she tried to pull forward and away from his plunging cock, but he reached forward with both hands grasping her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight against him, flattening her upraised buttocks with a solid, resounding whack, his halls slapping furiously into the splayed, hair-lined lips of her moist, wide-stretched cunt.
Karen's moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded as he ground into her, his thick hard cock sunk to its fullest depth in her quivering white belly, and she felt the hardness of the smooth rubbery head jammed tight against her cervix. He pressed her thighs out even wider and brought his hands back to her smooth, narrow waist and began a slow, tormenting rotation of his rigid prick deep inside of her vagina.
My God, I'm going to split apart! "You're hurting me! Damn you!" she panted back at him as he forced gasp after gasp from deep in her lungs with the brutal manipulations of his thundering, routing prick. But even as she spoke the pain began to lessen and she felt her wet soft passage expanding further and further with each plunge and greater rotation he made inside her. Only the pressure of the weight of his hands forcing her upper torso down to raise her buttocks upward toward his face was causing her immediate agony. Yet the tingling that had begun in her loins to blend with it was instigating a new masochistic pleasure unfamiliar but weirdly appealing to her.
Now, he was pumping into her from behind with bruising force, squeezing the supple flesh of her joggling buttocks as choking whimpers gurgled from his heavy belly. He twisted and rammed forward, his fingers beginning to dig at her cringing, tightly puckered anus, the very thought sending a deep seated wave of shame and humiliation coursing through her at the vision of her complete, servile nakedness and subjugation before this vile man she had willingly given herself to.
God… he's getting bigger and bigger inside me! His lewd thick cock is filling my whole belly… it's going to choke me!
Suddenly, Karen found to her own amazed repugnance that she was moving her buttocks back rhythmically toward his rampaging cock, undulating her hips in lewd voluntary circles, abandoning herself to the obscene fucking she was receiving from behind with uncontrollable and mounting desire. She turned her face sideways to look back at him and when Fletcher saw it contorted in growing rapture be nearly went wild.
He could feel his heated cock growing thicker and thicker in her belly, as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his fat, round face. His prick had suddenly begun to ache and burn as it never had before. He was almost there… nearer and nearer, and the way she was swaying and dancing on the end of his cock he was certain that she was too.
Karen had fallen into a spell of sheer entrancement. The delicious constraining force building inside her was an ecstatic pleasure she had never before known; nothing else mattered but that ever-mounting blissful pressure his thundering, thick cock was producing inside her and she had given herself over wantonly to it. It was enormous, breathtaking, overshadowing all pain and agony, making it all understandably worthwhile… his ugliness… Oh he was beautiful! The world was beautiful! Fucking was beautiful!
Her belly burst open in one great moment of joyous rapture and she screamed… knowing she was cumming… never believing that she could… a gush of something hot and wet seeming to flood her loins, her stomach quivering, her thighs convulsing spasmodically to finally spread over her whole exhausted body in one complete trembling shudder. She wanted to collapse but he held her with insane clutching hands. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart In one last ass battering attack as he shoved it as far as he could up into her belly and began squirting his hot, searing sperm deep up inside her. He threw back his head and wailed: "Aaaagggghhh."
Karen felt his hot load of vile liquid filling her vaginal passage with a compelling force for the second time that night. Dear God! She sensed it flooding hotly into her, filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would drown from it. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the soft cheeks of her buttocks, and then be gradually slithered down and away from her, his rapidly deflating member pulling out of her with a wet, lewd sucking sound
Karen fell forward onto her face and lay quietly unmoving. She turned her face away from him where he lay, but heard his spent breathing as it filled the room.
"Well?" he said after a while.
She didn't answer. In the aftermath of her initial climactic moment of ecstasy she felt horribly let down and loathsome of her own self. Why ever she should, she didn't know. She had no one she was responsible to; she had committed no infidelity. Then, she thought of Jeff and tears came into her eyes. She had never known this sexual satisfaction with him… but whose fault was that? His birthday… dear God! She had done this on his birthday!
"Was it that bad?" Fletcher said, putting his hand on her back.
Karen cringed beneath his hand. "Don't touch me!" she spat, jumping from the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she began to pull on her clothes.
"What the hell…!" Karl Fletcher exclaimed. "You must be some kind of nut. One minute, you're wild… your ass is humping like a bitch in heat. The next, you're about as friendly as a cold shower on a winter's morning. I don't get you, baby. Just what is your hang-up, anyway?"
Karen gaped at the naked, obese man on the bed, sick inside herself at the thought that she had actually degraded herself to the point of giving her body to him, but more upset with the fact that he had satiated it… for the first time in her life. Truly, she had defiled Jeff's memory… and on his very birthday.
She tried to speak… couldn't; her tears choked her. Instead, the dressed as rapidly as she could and ran from the room. Thank God, he hadn't tried to stop her. She was certain that she would have killed him. In the living room she picked up her manuscript from the table and ran out into the hall. She never wanted to see him again as long as she lived!