"Good-bye Kate… Be seeing you soon," Sam Dagon put the receiver down softly in its cradle. She was working out just fine. He had been right about staying away. It had been two weeks since that night in the library, and his absence had enabled her to get over the initial shock of her first night at Dagon Manor.
He put a match to the tip of one of his specially blended cigars and leaned back to watch the evening news on the color TV in his suite at the Fairlaine. His business had been completed days ago, but as he was particularly anxious to have his plans for Kate work out just as smoothly as possible, he remained in San Francisco a little while longer.
Giving her the party to organize had been a stroke of genius, he thought. He had figured that that would be just the kind of thing she'd like and he was right.
The phone rang, and he reached out to pick it up. "Yes… Send her right up…" he said.
A few minutes later Dot was sitting dutifully on Sam's lap while his hand searched beneath her short black skirt.
"Tell me more Dot…" he urged her as his hand explored higher. "Tell me all about that husband of hers… There's a good girl!"
The cigarette had burned down only about half way before Kate took a long drag on it and stubbed it out.
"God…" she thought… "Everyone else has stopped smoking and here I am, just taking it up! What's wrong with me?"
She looked around the large room that both she and Tim had been using as an office for the last two weeks. She never ceased to be impressed by its beauty and its elegance… but her mind was still often preoccupied with Sam Dagon. What a strange man he was! She hadn't even seen him since that first night. Thank heavens! And yet his ghost seemed to lurk around every corner of the house. But he had called every day to give her complete instructions about what he wanted her to do, acting as if nothing had ever happened between them.
It had been puzzling to say the least, but gradually Kate had begun to forget some of the horror she had felt that night, replacing it with a growing interest in the workings of the huge household. She found that she actually had a lot to do at the beginning… There were many things that she wanted to change according to her own likings and there were many files that needed reorganizing at the start. But she could see that once that part was taken care of she would only have about two or three hours of real work a day.
She had originally thought of quitting but Tim was so taken with the place and caught up in what he was doing, that she knew it would be no use suggesting to him that they leave… without telling him the whole truth about what had transpired that night in the library… and that she could never do!
But something seemed to be wrong between them anyway… something that she couldn't fathom. Tim had been treating her with an almost alarming degree of flippancy for the past two weeks since they had been there, and she didn't know why or what to do about it. He seemed perfectly happy, even ecstatic at times about being in the country and having the entire place mostly to themselves the majority of the time, but whenever they were alone together at night he either ignored her or was down right rude to her. Even her prettiest nightgown didn't seem to help.
She tried to focus all her attention on the upcoming party. Sam had made it clear on the phone that she was somehow being tested by the way she organized this affair and she had been busy for days calling people and sending notes, using phone numbers and addresses from Dagon's private files. Some of the names of the people had really surprised her. Movie stars, politicians, people in the public eye that she had never expected to meet in this lifetime were all invited and so far all of those she had reached had seemed overjoyed at the prospect of a party at Sam Dagon's. Apparently he gave one big bash every year… and all his friends looked forward to it with great anticipation.
At Sam's bidding, Kate drove into San Francisco one day to purchase several hundred dollars worth of clothes from Magnin's and including a special dress for the party. He had insisted she drive the new Maserati he had just bought and, feeling a little self-conscious, she had complied. What an incredible feeling it had been. She had never in her life been able to go into a store like that and know that she could have just about any dress she looked at! She had returned to the house and spread them all out for Tim to see, but he had just grunted and gone off to look at something "of importance" he said. So Kate had taken the clothes upstairs and tried them all on, one by one in front of the bedroom mirror.
Time passed swiftly and Kate consulted daily with Pierre about the party menu and helped him to do the ordering. Help had to be hired for the party itself, bartenders, waiters and the like and Kate attended to that. She had come a long way from waiting on tables at Alfie's!
But at night she slept poorly, beside a snoring Tim, spread out on his back so that she couldn't even hug him. They had made love two times since their arrival at the manor, but each time, Tim had seemed distant and almost bored. Only the excitement of the party kept her from bogging down completely in a deep depression. That night she would be beautiful, irresistible… strong. Sam was expected back that morning and she would be strong enough to face him, too. An odd curiosity about him had begun to grow inside her especially since Tim had been almost totally neglecting to recognize her as a woman recently. At least there was no doubt as far as that was concerned about Sam Dagon! Her face reddened at the thought of it!
The night before the party when she had longed to have Tim take her in his arms to hold her to him, at least, and tell her what a good job she was doing… Tim pleaded exhaustion and fell asleep almost the minute his head hit the pillows. She knew he couldn't be that exhausted! There just wasn't that much work that he had to do! She turned away and softly cried into the pillow beside his sleeping form, feeling pangs of frustration build in her body. Eventually her thoughts unwillingly turned to Sam Dagon. And equally unwillingly her hand went down to the soft vaginal slit between her thighs where it fingered until she suddenly sighed, her clitoris gently quivering in a tremulous climax, Kate fell off to a troubled sleep.
The living room was humming. It was only ten-thirty and already scores of people had arrived as Kate stood near the door watching, welcoming those who entered while a special guard who attended all of Dagon's parties dressed in black tie, stood at her side and carefully surveyed the arrivals for any uninvited interlopers.
Kate was resplendent in her new brocade dress that fit every curve of her body to perfection. Her long legs and thighs were appealingly revealed by its short skirt. The deep burgundy and gold color set off her shining blonde hair to perfection. She felt highly nervous, but strangely in her element. She knew that she was just as beautiful as the most beautiful women who were arriving, some of them international movie stars! And the fact that she had arranged everything made her proud. After a while she began to relax more and to circulate among the guests. She had hardly seen Sam since his arrival early that morning. He had stayed in his rooms and only came down once the party had begun. It seemed odd that he didn't want to have more to do with his own party than that, but it occurred to her that perhaps he trusted her to have made everything the way he had asked.
It looked as though it was going to be quite a party. Music from a famous rock hand floated in from the terrace where beautiful people danced frantically beside the pool. Kate passed from group to group, watching as longhaired youths mixed with staid matrons and young girls flirted with old bearded gentlemen. One famous politician seemed just about ready to pounce on a young girl near the piano. The crowd was swelling by the minute and Kate was happily caught up in the mad swirl of human bodies, smoking, drinking, laughing loudly about her. Several young men tried to flirt with her and someone pinched her, but she was unable to make out just who it was from the row of smiling faces behind her. She realized that she hadn't seen Tim in some time, and her feeling of sadness returned to her, full force. She began looking for him, moving from room to room. He wasn't out on the terrace or in the large dining room where the guests were enjoying a buffet dinner of chateaubriand made to order with onions and capers or oysters, lobsters, clams on the half shell, roasted ducklings, every vegetable imaginable, raw and exquisitely prepared by Chef Pierre. Waiters circulated with trays of drinks which they got from the well-stocked bar which had been set up in the dining room.
There was only one other place that Kate hoped to find Tim and that was downstairs in the cave discotheque. She descended the round circular staircase to the strains of Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones, playing very loud through the many speakers. Then, she stood poised at the rounded entranceway to the small room. Smoke was curling toward the ceiling and there were so many people dancing that she could hardly make out a face. She sniffed. That smoke certainly did smell strange… someone must be smoking a strange kind of cigarette, she thought. Then she thought she made out Tim's tall form over toward a corner of the room. Yes, it was Tim… she started to wave to him… but then she realized that he would never see her through all those people. She stepped down another step, preparing to go in to talk to him, and then she saw that he was bending over… Horrified, she watched as he kissed hungrily the upturned face of a young girl. The girl was Dot!
Kate stood there a moment, her mouth hanging wide in shock. But suddenly in a flash, everything was very clear… why Tim had been acting so strangely for the last two weeks… why he was so tired at night! She could see him clutching at the young French girl as though his life depended on her, holding her low, his hands massaging her behind as they began to move in a slow rhythm to the insinuating music.
Kate turned and ran back up the stairs, hurriedly passing laughing couples who were on their way down to the cave. When she reached the main floor, she had no idea where she was going to go. She couldn't stay at the party the way she felt… it was as if her world had come to an end. Her marriage, her life… everything she had looked forward to as a little girl was gone. She continued to push past people on her way to the main stairway… she just had to go to her room to lie down. Every happy face she saw now, was a reminder of the ugly image of Tim and Dot… kissing obscenely there in front of everyone. What did he care if anyone saw him? It was just ghastly… memories of Dot's smug little smile came back to her. She had always thought that that was just the girl's manner… but now she knew that she was mocking her all along, making love to her husband right underneath her nose! And Tim… A fury rose beneath the pain and seemed to stick like a big lump in her throat.
A blur of faces converged on her and a group of playful people grabbed her up, making a circle around her, just as she was about to go up the stairs.
"What's the secret password?" they shouted… "The password!"
"Let me go!" Kate implored, trying hard to hold back her tears.
"That's it… that's the password!" a young girl screamed and they all laughed and let her loose.
Kate flew up the stairs and to the relative quiet of the second floor. Only a few more steps and she would be inside. She planned to lock the door and to never come out. She would pack her things, just the ones she had come with and she would leave…
But just as she was turning the door handle to their apartment a voice called out to her.
"Kate! What's wrong? Why aren't you downstairs?"
Kate turned to face Sam Dagon. Him! Of all people she wanted to see now… he was the last! He had hardly spoken two words to her that day and now he had to talk! She turned away.
"Leave me alone… Please… just leave me alone!"
"This weed sure is nice!" Tim pulled Dot still closer to him and did a lewd imitation of the latest dance step. Around them in the tiny "discotheque" couples embraced, some were wildly necking on the sofa that lined the dark room. Dot slowly pulled Tim over to one of the sofas, and he let himself be led. The smell of marijuana was thick in the enclosure of the cave, adding to the euphoric sensation he was experiencing. He lay back on the fur covered couch and closed his eyes, pulling Dot down on top of him.
He could hear little soft moans every now and then coming from the couches around him and it began to dawn on him that the group in the small cave was going to turn into an orgy. Excitement sparked through him as Dot's hands went tentatively down to his already bulging crotch. He had never participated in a real orgy although he'd always wanted to… and now he was going to get a chance! Then, vaguely, he remembered Kate… He hadn't really thought about her since he'd been downstairs… what if she were to come down and find him?
"Hey, baby…" he mumbled in Dot's ear. "This looks like it's gonna turn into a real thing!"
"Of course," Dot said… "It is understood… all those that come down here…" Her hand rubbed in slow motion at the bulk of his cock beneath the material of his pants. "Do not worry, mon cher… They are closing the door now… no one else will come!"
Tim breathed a sigh of relief and cast a glance around the smoky room. It seemed as though he had been down there forever… It was wonderful! Some of the most beautiful women he had ever seen were there… and now many of them were partially undressed.
"Oh, brother!" he said… He couldn't believe his luck. Ever since he had been at Dagon Manor, things had been going his way. And it was about time. True, he hadn't done much writing, but that would come… there was plenty of time, he reasoned. Besides, his outlook on life was changing so much that he might want to write about something completely different. It would take time to think it out.
Dot had been taking up every spare moment he had since that first day in the maze of hedges. He had never even dreamed that one woman could think of so many different ways to do it! Whoever started that stuff about French girls knew what he was talking about. What really got him though was that she wasn't jealous. He could tell she was crazy about him and yet she was always talking about other girls to him, asking him about what he did and what he liked to do. It was exciting as hell! And now she finally pulled through with an orgy.
It's a good thing Kate is all hepped up about her new job, he thought. It annoyed him to see her changing, wearing all those fancy clothes and acting so damned efficient, but at the same time, he couldn't really complain… It gave him more time to be with Dot.
Tim's fly was unzipped now and his big cock rose obscenely from his pants, while Dot's hand playfully moved up and down the smoothness of its length.
As his thoughts grew more and more vague, Tim abandoned himself willingly to the erotic French girl. He could hear the unmistakable sounds of love-making coming from assorted couples around him, and he knew he would be good for as many combinations as they could throw at him. His hand slipped up the back of Dot's dress and encountered her bare flesh. A shiver went through his body as his cock jerked wildly in Dot's hand. She wasn't wearing any pants!
"Well, tomorrow is your birthday, isn't it?" Sam Dagon lit the last candle on the huge cake that he had prepared. "And it is now…" he paused looking at his pocket watch, "two minutes to midnight. We can begin the celebration very shortly. I can't tell you how worried I was that I wouldn't locate you before midnight!"
"Sam… this is so… strange…" Kate felt her flesh crawling… He had insisted on bringing her to this room in a wing of the house that she had never seen. Her protests had done no good whatsoever and she had had to swallow her tears and follow him down the hall and up the back stairs. They had passed some members of the party who were wandering about the house and they had wished them a pleasant evening. Kate was upset and embarrassed because she knew that they thought that she and Sam were lovers. The room was filled with gaily wrapped packages and in the center of it stood a large oak table spread with every delicacy imaginable, including the birthday cake.
"But I don't even remember telling you…"
"But you did… We all forget things sometimes… Don't worry about it. What is important is that we enjoy this life while we are still among the living!" Sam deftly opened the champagne bottle and filled two crystal glasses to the brim.
Kate took hers, her hand trembling when she touched the slender stemmed glass to her lips.
It was all too confusing. She just didn't understand anything anymore. The more she thought about Tim downstairs with that girl, the angrier she got. And heaven knew what they were doing by this time! And now this! She looked around her… all those packages couldn't be for her… It didn't make any sense. It was true her birthday was the next day… and she was almost sure that Tim had forgotten… God! They hadn't even been married a year.
The champagne sparkled its way down her throat and hit her stomach. She realized that she hadn't had anything to eat at all that day. The party preparations had taken every moment she had and she was too nervous to eat anyway.
"Kate… I want to tell you how very pleased I am with what you've done. You've done an excellent job. I have had other assistants… but none with your… how shall I put it…? Flair."
Sam Dagon sat comfortably across from Kate watching her carefully. He guessed what had happened that had upset her so. All he didn't know was at what point in the discotheque orgy she had caught Tim.
Well, he would make her stop thinking about that soon enough, he thought.
"I'm sorry you've had to go through these few rough days, my dear," he said, knowing his words would have a double meaning for her… "But I assure you, it will be smooth sailing from now on in!"
Kate looked at Sam over the top of her glass. The champagne was making her feel a little better. If he only knew just how rough it had been, she thought. What kind of man are you anyway… she thought. Something akin to hatred passed through her at the sight of Dagon's self-assurance. What problems did he have? With all his money he could pay people to have problems for him!
And yet, it was hard not to admire his looks, his poise. It was very hard for her not to think about those packages… and not to be impressed by the fact that he had chosen to remember her birthday in such a grandiose manner. A far cry from Tim… She downed the rest of the champagne in the glass defiantly… Well, she thought… If Tim was going to have a good time… she was too! Darn him anyway! Why should she suffer for a no good louse. Her mother's words swam through her head as though carried on a stream of champagne… "I hope he doesn't turn out to be no-good… oh, still unemployed… remember your health… I hope he'll take good care of you…"
Her mother would like Sam Dagon… she thought, looking up at him again as he refilled her glass. He had every thing she had always told her to look for in a husband… money, position, power, looks… and all the things she had studiously avoided looking for… love was what she had wanted… love… disregarding all other considerations.
But, it was Sam Dagon who had done that horrible, ugly sexual thing to her! The memory of his head buried between her parted thighs surged into her head and she almost choked as she tried to swallow.
Sam jumped up and patted her forcefully on the back.
"Don't touch me…" she cried, standing up and moving away from him.
Sam looked surprised. "Of course not," he said. "Please… sit back down. You can't blame me though, for thinking that perhaps you might like me to touch you?"
He stared directly into her eyes, forcing her by sheer will power to look at him. Forcing her to remember each little detail of her position that evening in the library.
"Of course," he continued, "perhaps you prefer my tongue." He said it flatly and without expression and watched Kate sit frozen to her seat, a pained expression on her face.
"You know, Kate," he said, "I know you pretty well." He paused. "Perhaps even better than you know yourself."
Kate felt her blood run cold. It's true, she thought… every word he says is true. His eyes continued to hold her's hypnotically and watched, terrified, as Sam rose once more from his seat and approached her. She did not know if she would have the strength to resist him… and yet she knew she must. Had anyone ever resisted him? It seemed as though it would take a will of iron the way she felt at that moment. His piercing dark eyes allowed no weakness of hers to go unnoticed. He had seen it all!
"Gemini…" he was saying… "You're a Gemini… I am well aware of the dual nature of your horoscope… Oh… that's right, you're an unbeliever, aren't you? Well… It's just a little hobby of mine… but at times it's amazingly accurate. In your case, for example… But we will talk of all this later… Now there are other… more important things to take care of…"
Sam took hold of Kate's hand and she rose, following him, dreamlike, thinking all along… Oh, my God… Oh, my God! The champagne was making her feel dizzy and her thoughts were muddled. She knew that something was about to happen… something that would change her life forever… and yet there was nothing she could do to stop it. Circumstances had conspired to trap her in this position and now she would have to follow through on it. It was all so unreal, and suddenly she understood those stories of women who found themselves fatally attracted to men they would never ordinarily dream of being involved with.
In spite of this, something inside her kept suggesting that maybe she did want to change her entire life. If it was so hard the other way… if the husband she had loved so dearly could do this to her… perhaps there were other values after all.
The candlelight flickered as she and Sam left the table. He led her to a door that she hadn't noticed before, and, opening it, led her inside. She knew before they got in what would be on the other side. A huge bed, covered with a beautiful brocade spread… that and a deep pile rug were the only things in the room.
They stood silently before the bed, and then Kate looked up at Sam. He gazed down at her and squeezed her hand slightly as if to reassure her.
Suddenly she felt like the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the world. Perhaps, she mused, as delicate tremors of excitement began to race through her, she had been wrong to turn down all those passes that customers had made at her.
Sam bent down and pulled her into his arms, crushing her yielding, voluptuous body to him and pressing his mouth to hers. The memory of what his kiss was like returned instantly and she knew that she had missed it. Missed the taste and smell of him. She thrust her tongue back sharply into the wet cavern of his mouth, breathing deeply as he kissed her back with animal-like passion. Her hurt and humiliation were gone and there seemed that nothing else existed but this place, this time, this man holding her so tightly… with more tenderness and yet more strength than her husband had ever shown her.
Slowly Sam began to undress her, removing the new dress that fit her so snugly with gentle hands. Next came her bra, releasing the large firm breasts to the touch of his experienced hands. He slipped down her panties and when she got to her feet, helped her step out of them. He reached up and undid her golden hair letting it fall to her shoulders, and soon she was standing nude before him with the exception of her garter belt, stockings and high heels.
He looked her over carefully. She looked even better than he had thought. The rosy tint of her skin glowed softly in the candlelight as he led her to the bed.
"Lie down," he said in a hoarse whisper. "Please," Kate felt her entire body burning with a new kind of heat at the sound of his voice. She was going to give herself to this man. She was going to voluntarily commit adultery with him! It was going to happen now… in just a few seconds on this very bed. And she knew that she had never wanted anything so badly in her life before.
She lay back, feeling the cool of the air caressing her unclothed body. He was looking at her nakedness, she knew, and yet she felt no shame, only a steadily rising excitement that she could hardly contain.
Sam undressed at the foot of the bed, never taking his eyes off of his prize for a moment.
You are everything and more that I have ever wanted, he said to her mentally, and tonight I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.
His eyes roamed over the shininess of her undone hair spread out on the dark coverlet of the bed, her cream-white shoulders and arms, the big breasts that softly formed round curves upon her chest, the small waist and well-rounded thighs… that soft tuft of pubic blondness below her belly.
"You were made for loving, Kate," he said aloud.
He was completely undressed now, standing before her. Kate looked up at him. She couldn't believe how beautiful he looked. She had never thought a man could be really beautiful, but he was. His body was perfectly proportioned with a muscularity that was hidden beneath a smooth even complexioned skin. The dark curls of his hair repeated themselves upon his chest, and his hips were slender. But then she saw that his penis was growing in size, even while she watched. It seemed to be getting bigger and bigger and in a few moments it was standing out thick and hard from his groin, like a huge, heavy spear. Her eyes grew round as she looked, fascinated. She had never seen a penis so big! Actually she had only seen her husband… and an occasional statue or photograph of a naked man… and their penises had been soft. But he was far bigger than Tim, bigger, longer and thicker.
My God, it was big!!
She was frightened all of a sudden at the thought that this lewd instrument was going to attempt to get inside her. It was impossible… it would never fit, she knew. It would never get inside her!
Sam was watching her expression and he guessed what she was going through.
"Is it big enough for you?" he asked, an amused smile playing on his lips.
Kate gulped and tried to speak, but she couldn't.
Sam stood for a moment longer, almost posing for her, letting her get a good look at his rising cock. He could tell she was afraid. He had seen that look before, and he knew that before long it would turn to another kind of look.
He started toward her.
"Saa… Sam," Kate stammered, having second thoughts now about the whole thing… But she knew that it didn't matter now what she said or did, or how she felt about it. It was going to happen, and there was no stopping it!
Sam crawled onto her outstretched body, letting himself down on her gently, and pushing his tongue between her protesting lips. With his thigh and knee he parted her legs, spreading them wide beneath him.
Crushed into the bed by his weight, feeling his tongue deep inside her mouth, Kate lay quivering, half fearful, half out of her mind with a tremulous anticipation. His enormous cock was resting against her thigh and its warmth seemed to penetrate her leg.
"Wider, Kate, spread your legs wider…" he urged. And almost in spite of herself she opened her thighs until her heels almost touched each side of the bed.
Sam pulled himself up, arms stiff, resting on either side of her. Then he took one hand and placed it between their legs, grasping his huge cock in his fingers. Then he pushed it forward, prodding with the smooth rubbery head at the pliant lips of Kate's gently quivering pussy.
She closed her eyes tight and turned her head to one side. "Oh, no!" she thought, shuddering at the contact… so personal… so odd… soft and yet rock-hard against the pink sensitivity of the entrance to her cunt. She didn't dare to breathe, fearing she might hasten what was to come. But it happened anyway.
"OOOOOOooooooooh!" she whimpered as she felt his prick began to push at the tender opening.
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" He pushed again, harder this time, and the hard, red head of his cock slipped a few centimeters into the tight ring of her cunt. If she could have opened her legs wider, she could have relieved the unbearable pressure his cock was exerting on her. But she couldn't open up anymore. "Oh, it hurts! It hurts…" she writhed, and tried to squirm from beneath him, but he was too strong for her and held her fast, crushing down onto her. "It's too big…!" she screamed. "Please, you'll kill me… it's too big!"
But when she opened her eyes to see if her employer was paying any attention to her screams, she saw that there was a smile on his face. He was enjoying her screams! She watched with horror as his expression turned from one of pleasure to a contorted leer, and simultaneously, he pulled back from her.
Sam Dagon couldn't wait another minute. He had been patient all this time. It had been months since he had first spotted Kate at Alfie's… with most women he would not have been this patient… but he wanted more from Kate than just a moment's passion. Much more.
He thrust his hips forward savagely and his big thick cock rammed into her vagina, stretching the delicate tissues and surging into her, pushing the soft yielding cuntal flesh ahead of it in rippling waves.
An expression of raw lust came over his features as he felt the tight sheath of Kate's pussy enclosing his cock. This sweet waitress that he had watched for so long was now spread-eagled beneath him, pinned by his giant hungry cock! God, it was wonderful! He kept pushing forward until his cock could go no further and he stopped at the end of her wide stretched pussy with a loud groan, as his balls smacked hard up against Kate's ass.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaglh… aaaaaaaaaa!" Kate waited in pain beneath him. She felt as though her vagina were being torn to pieces and stretched beyond repair. Nothing that big had ever been inside of her.
Sam's enormous member throbbed deeply in her secret passage like some huge battering ram. It lay sunk deep, touching the very tip of her pussy, wide and hot, filling her everywhere. Sam remained still, his cock pushing within its tight encasement, waiting for Kate's pain to subside.
Gradually, as they both lay immobile, Kate became accustomed to the huge spear of flesh that impaled her. It was a weird sensation and one which allowed for no other thoughts.
"Oh, God," she sobbed, "oh, God," fearing to move an inch one way or the other.
Then Sam nudged forward another few centimeters and she screamed loudly again.
The hair that curled around her face was a mass of ringlets as perspiration steamed from her forehead and she could feel the spread beneath her damp and soggy from their combined moisture.
"Relax…" Sam breathed into her ear… "Let me feel all that tension go out of you!"
"… I can't," Kate mumbled, tearfully.
"Yes… you can!" Sam throbbed his cock high up in her belly.
"Aaaaaaaaagh…" she cried out, but once the pain had subsided she attempted to do as he said. There was nothing else to do… she would try anything… anything that might make the pain less.
"When I name a part of your body you will relax it…" Sam said… the muscles in his stomach now strained taut by the effort of holding himself up with his arms. His hair fell over into her face as he spoke down to her, his voice deep and smooth.
Kate listened, her mind a blur of thoughts… it was worse than when she had been a virgin and Tim had first made love to her… much worse… and now Sam's voice was droning into her ear…
"Head… neck… eyes… nose… lips…" She found herself beginning to respond to his words and the different parts of her body would relax themselves as he mentioned them. Her mind was being lulled as she began to feel more and more comfortable. Every muscle in her vagina relaxed at his bidding and Kate felt the welcome relief of the absence of pain.
When Sam saw that the last bit of resistance was leaving her, he smiled to himself. She was his… every bit of her was his.
The narrow tightness of her pussy was widening so that he could move freely within her now, and he began moving with long smooth strokes, back and forth, slowly rocking the girl beneath him. Kate's breasts pushed against his chest, moved as his body rose and fell over her, and now a hot spark was kindled low in her belly, as though something had to replace the great pain she had felt, and that was it. Lust came creeping from nowhere, revolving first in her ravaged cunt, everywhere that Sam's prick touched, every time he moved out and then back into her the flames leapt higher, until she was lost in an obscene forest of desire.
His very hugeness was enough to make her feel as though she had been incomplete before being filled this way. Even the agonizing pain now seemed to have been a part of the wondrous sensation that was now enveloping her. Chills ran up and down her spine as the rhythm of Sam's fucking increased and the gigantic member now began to beat harder at her cervix.
She began to emit a low groan of joy, while her body jerked spasmodically in answer to Sam's thrusts. She was groveling in the pleasure that she felt, a servant, while he was the master. Her face changed from her usual perpetual innocence to one of depravity and the pole between her legs climbed ever higher into the burning pit of her belly. Kate's nostrils flared and her tongue searched out Sam's mouth, her hands drawing him closer to her.
"OH… oh… oh… OH!" she cried out with each smack of his cock into her uptilted cunt. She arched her back and began to work her legs against the bed as though she wanted to crawl up onto his back, as though she wanted to devour him whole.
"It's too good… too goooood!" she began to croon, ecstasy gaining the upper hand.
"I thought it was too big!" Sam grunted above her… "Guess you were mistaken…"
Kate squirmed in uncontrollable abandon, the cords of her neck standing out with the effort of her lust. If she had ever been anything but Sam Dagon's woman, she didn't know it now. She could tell even in her delicious unbelievable intensity again and again… as much as she could. She had never dreamed that such delight was possible.
Sam worked mightily above her, changing his pace every so often from short strokes to long strokes and back again, like a musician working out some staccato jazz beat. His hands toyed first with her bouncing breasts and then went down to the sensitive folds of her pussy to tease the nub of her wildly erect clitoris while his cock continued its relentless battering between her wide stretched legs.
"OOoh ohhh llhhhhhhhhhhhh God…" she shivered, "oh, this…" she didn't get a chance to finish, for she caught her breath as the giant orgasm reached her, strangling her words in her throat, as each hidden recess of her cunt was caught up in the mushrooming explosion. Her heaving breasts quivered against him as the wide open plane of her pussy received the buffeting of his loins. Faster and faster he pumped into her, slamming deep into her orgasm, driving her into an obscene jerking frenzy.
"Ahah, ah ah ah aaaaaaaah!" she cried as the most soul rending orgasm she had ever known descended upon her, wracking her body with great convulsive sobs.
Sam sighed as he felt her coming apart beneath him. He too was at the breaking point… his cock could take no more of her twisting and screaming, her tight, wet, sucking cunt was sucking him dry.
"Aaaaaaaaaah! Yes!" he cried out, as he felt his hot sperm racing to meet her own climactic juices.
"Yesssss! Oh God yesssss," she half screamed as she felt the great shooting jet of his hot, scalding sperm ricocheting around inside her wildly contracting cunt like a great flood of undammed volcanic lava…