As shocked and excited as Elaine had been at the lewd display of wanton lust in the amphitheater, now the cool air of the corridor heightened her senses and made her want to cling to Carlo. He was really a true friend, she thought to herself, and certainly she could not blame him for having become aroused and touching her during the strange lewd performance. After all, she had herself – more than she cared to remember. In fact, to be perfectly honest, the fires of passion were still smoldering inside her, and she could feel the warm moisture down between her thighs where it flowed from her wetly excited pussy. Just walking and the resultant rubbing together of her vaginal lips was heightening the embers of desire and sending sharp tingling waves of building pleasure spreading out in all directions from her clitoris. Even the light shiftings of her dress across her breast as she walked were sparking her already painfully hard nipples to greater heights of sensation.
Carlo was leading her along the corridor and when he came to the first painting, he stopped. Elaine was flabbergasted as she stepped forward to see the art exhibit. Nearly the entire wall was covered with the lewdest sexual acts imaginable! It was a huge orgy scene, done so realistically that the tangled mass of bodies and limbs seemed to be alive. There must have been nearly a hundred figures in it, some in pairs, others in groups of three or four, and even five. Elaine was so shocked by the orgy scene that she failed to protest when Carlo led her across the corridor and into a room. She was even more surprised when she stepped through the door and saw the entirely mirrored room with its blue rug and huge, round, blue bed.
Suddenly, Elaine gripped Carlo's shoulder for support as tide after tide of strong, mind-reeling desire rose in her, dizzying and confusing her. Surely it could not still be the effects of having watched the wanton performance, she thought, casting about frantically for an explanation of the erotic feelings inflaming her entire body. Even at this moment she could not remember the young girl's face or much of anything else. Only the thought of finding some sort of relief for the inferno inside her… one that had come out of nowhere… occupied her mind.
"How do you feel now?" Carlo asked tentatively.
"I feel… sort of funny… strange," she muttered.
"Yes, I know," he said and smiled mysteriously, staring into the gorgeous blonde's glassy eyes with leering impertinence. She did not understand the meaning implied by the expression on his face and could only concentrate on the fire now raging out of control in her loins, making her breasts tingle, her flat white stomach contract, her breath rise and fall heavily.
"Are you ready?" he asked harshly, still staring at her, the lights in his eyes almost blinding her with their piercing brightness.
"Ready for what?"
"Listen, Elaine, don't fool yourself. I know what you're feeling now," he growled, suddenly changing from the gentle, understanding man she had known earlier into a snarling, gruff stranger Title the manner of a wounded bear. She suddenly began to suspect his meaning and a feeling of complete helplessness came over her… There must have been something in the rum drink… That was it…! That was what had made her feel so… so strange… It wasn't just the intoxication from the rum… It was something else… Oh… my God… it must have been that… that Bola stuff the young girl had used on the stage… Oh… no… no!!! She clenched her thighs together automatically as the memory of the young girl's wanton writhing flickered momentarily through her mind. But the pressure placed on her clitoris by the tightly-squeezed lips of her pussy only stimulated her more and she could not resist the urge to squirm restlessly.
"That's right… You've got it, baby," the Italian guide said, confirming what she realized just then. The flash of understanding that crossed her face was easy to interpret.
"Oh Carlo, Carlo, how could you!" she wailed, half-heartedly attempting to invest her tone with a note of accusation. But her own voice betrayed her and seemed to come from far away, a shaky weak sound that was not at all what she had intended. Her brain was a swamp of vagueness and lassitude, and only the sweet burning palpitations in her breasts and loins were important now. She knew she had been tricked and cruelly taken advantage of, but still nothing mattered at that moment but the sexual stirrings that were inexorably taking over her mind and body.
She could not even bring herself to object when Carlo walked over to her and, with insulting calmness, began to undo the buttons on her dress. What was worse, she really wanted him to – she wanted to be naked and have her lust-crazed body kissed and caressed until the unwanted fires were mercifully quelled.
She gazed at the handsome young man, the torment between her shame and the drug-induced desire making her eyes fill with tears of embarrassing frustration. All her life she had been in control – at movies and even in the back seats of cars when boys had tried to take advantage of her, use her loveliness – but now she was defenseless against this near stranger and herself.
The bodice of the dress hung inside out at her waist now, and he was working frantically at the zipper at the back of her dress. When the stubborn mechanism finally came free, he slowly pulled the zipper tab down her back and reached up with both hands to hook his fingers inside the waist-band of the garment. He drew down the dress with infuriating boldness, pulling it to her knees to reveal the lush white flesh of her firm thighs and hips. Quickly then, he removed her brassiere and panties – the last remnants covering her nakedness.
He was on his knees now kneeling on the floor before her, and she could do nothing but stand there, completely naked, as he stared eagerly at her magnificently formed, youthful breasts and then down at the soft warm flesh of her wetly quivering pussy.
She flinched and uttered a shrill cry when with a surprisingly gentle touch, he moved forward and placed his thumbs on the lips of her heated vagina, slowly spreading them open and allowing the cool air to play on the moistly sensitive flesh that was revealed. He peered greedily at the delicious, glistening coral tissue he had laid open to him. Two tiny sparkling droplets of moisture rested on the fragile, pink petals that peeked out at him, while the erect pea-shaped little clitoris pulsed before his eyes.
The passion-producing substance he had given her was driving her nearly insane and, despite her sense of humiliation and the fact that she knew that this was wrong, she relished his shameless caresses and hoped that the moment would never end.
Elaine felt the hot wisps of his breath graze her raw, secret flesh and she murmured unintelligibly as suddenly she felt his long red tongue flick out and lick wetly up through her parted cunt, his moisture mingling with her own… My God, she thought to herself, this was purest heaven!
Then Carlo fastened his lips around her throbbing clitoris, licking and sucking, and she began to involuntarily wiggle and squirm her hips in half circles, all the while pushing her groin against his face. The entire length of her vaginal aperture was flowering open to him and there was a perfumed musk of female sexual juices on his tongue. She gave off the tangy exciting aroma of young womanhood, and the satin skin of her thighs clasping his face in a gentle embrace was like sweet-smelling velour. He felt her hands on his head, pulling his mouth into the parted pubic hair with the strength of a tigress. When he responded and moved forward on his knees a little more, pushing his weight against her, she lost her balance and staggered backward a few steps until the edge of the bed caught her behind her knees and she fell nakedly flat on the blue satin spread with a groan of passion and surprise.
He rose, then, and quickly removed his clothing and hastily tossed the wadded-up garments in a heap on the floor. Hearing the rustling sound, Elaine opened her eyes and saw dimly that he was thoroughly naked, his muscular male body presented like a God's for her appraisal. With a shudder of disbelief, she let her gaze fall to his train loins and saw his thick, pulsing penis jutting out like a tree trunk from between his legs. Gasping, she stared in open hunger at the heavily-corded shaft rising with the ominous aspect of a totem-pole above the hairy balls below. The broad hard head flexed and spread even more as she watched. She cringed inwardly, thinking that no woman could possibly take something that monstrous inside her body… She would be split asunder, torn, forever ruined and of no use to any other man, husband or lover.
"Well now, Elaine, what do you think of that? Have you ever seen a prick this big before?" Carlo asked crudely, his lips curled back in a teasing smile as he took the massive cudgel in both hands and waved it obscenely at her.
Elaine lay frozen under the appalling crudity of his obscene words. And yet their very lewdness excited her more and more, so that she was at a loss to understand her own reactions to what was occurring. She could feel the increasing moisture soaking her cock-hungry vagina and crossed her legs to press them closely together, trying to ease the burning sensation that was churning so madly in the pit of her stomach. Carlo's fervent licking and sucking of her vagina had turned her entire body into a tense bundle of raw nerve ends that she was powerless to control. She continued to stare at his massively pulsating penis as it grew even larger, soaking up more blood and standing out farther, a bone-stiff pole that was an inflamed pink right up to the collar of skin under the head. The head itself was purplish, larger in diameter than the long base, like a knuckle-less fist at the end of an upraised arm. There was still a vicious smile on his face as he stood there holding his semen-oozing tool, pointing it at her insultingly and enjoying the obvious effect it was having on her.
"Goddamnit, answer me?" he barked. "How do you like my prick? Now wouldn't you like me to slide it up between your legs? Now!"
"I-I don't know… It… it's so big," Elaine stammered, hating herself for not obeying her instinct to rise and flee from the room, to run away from him and the certainty of what was soon to happen. But the potent aphrodisiac he had given her, plus everything else that had happened so far that evening to stimulate her rendered her incapable of moving or wanting anything at all but what was surely in store for her if she remained there on the bed. Then, as though he had heard her thoughts, he stepped proudly up to the bed and sat down beside her, reaching over with both hands to seize her breasts and squeeze them together like huge straining grapefruits. She could feel small pin pricks of delicious feeling racing through the tips of them as he rolled the light brown hardening nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The heat of his eager breath rushed at her as he turned his head toward her and locked his mouth firmly on hers. She tried to turn away, reflexively, not wanting to succumb, to make a last futile stand against the impending surrender of her honor, but the pressure of his strong male grip was altogether too much for her in her present state of mind. Nothing mattered but her glorious, mind-leveling feelings and she lad forgotten about being a proper young lady, about everything… except the sheer joy of having this splendid male body, lusting for her tingling female flesh.
His hands then dropped from her ripe white breasts to fondle her hips and trace the lovely full convexities of her flanks and the sides of her slightly flattened bare buttocks. She felt the gouging hardness of his huge, heatedly throbbing penis against her thigh as he leaned over, his hands busy caressing her lower torso. Now his hot mouth clamped wetly over one breast, sucking and pulling hungrily at it, frequently pausing to nip and nibble with his teeth at the erect nipples.
"Now do you know? Now do you want about seven inches of cock in you?" he asked demandingly, his voice hoarse and rasping.
"Oh… I… I'm afraid," the drug-dazed young divorcee responded innocently, unaware that her very helplessness served only to excite him more. Surely he knew that she was raging inside, that her naked and willing body was exploding with desire from his touch and the large portion of the aphrodisiac she had trustingly swallowed. And yet for some reason she clung to the ignorant belief that he was guiltless; crude but guiltless, and had no motive other than to satisfy the same insistent craving for satisfaction and release that she felt. Then, her thoughts momentarily detouring, she pictured her ex-husband and the disgusting image of his sickness, how he had stifled her and prevented her from freedom and any semblance of simple fun in their relatively short marriage. These thoughts renewed Elaine's anger, an anger that ironically fueled her present passion to the point of daring and a state of mind just short of being completely abandoned. Yes, by God, she had always wanted to break free and now she had the chance, even if she was young and naive, frightened as much by her own accepting attitude as she was by the prospect of allowing Carlo to insert his awesomely large penis in her tight, cringing cunt.
"Yes… I want you, Carlo," she murmured, training her smoky, desire-filled eyes for a moment on his face as he feasted on her breast, now rosy and wetly gleaming from the mauling of his mouth. The candor of her confession did not seem to surprise him and he wasted no time as he lifted himself from her, grasping her shoulders to move her into a better position, length-wise, on the bed. Using her globular white breasts for leverage, he pulled himself on top of her, his heavier weight along the length of her body squashing her down into the satin covered bed. He came to rest directly between her tender pulsating thighs, forcing them wider with his own thighs as he pulled her tightly against him and dropped one hand down between them to take his long hard throbbing cock in his fingers and guide it forward, using the thick rubbery glans to part the wet, fleshy lips of her luscious pussy. She flung her head to one side on the bed, closing her eyes and groaning as she felt its hot startling contact against the waiting ragged edges of her glistening cunt. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying there in utter wantonness beneath him, not even daring to breathe or move.
"Ooooh, God!" she finally moaned, no longer in her womb. She was whimpering and pleading desperately now as he began to fuck ruthlessly into her, gritting his teeth with lust and luxuriating in his awareness that she was compulsively following him, beginning to hump in spasmodic jerks beneath him. She groaned as if in anguish, shocking herself as she threw up her arms to wrap them tightly around his neck, pulling his solid well-defined chest into the soft whiteness of her beautiful white breasts. He plunged his long hard cock in and out, filling and emptying her, sinking his heatedly throbbing shaft back and forth between her tightly clasping cuntal lips and on up to her cervix until there was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel pressing into the walls of her sensitive pussy flesh. The young blonde's mouth moved against her will, opening; and closing in response to each body-jolting stroke of his huge thick hardness, her shining golden hair flowing out on the bed and fanning like light velvet, catching subtle highlights of gold and rust as her head rose and fell with her movements. There was nothing that could stop her insane race for fulfillment, and Carlo fucked like a savage to end it for both of them.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… hard, hard!" she begged without thought of shame, her whole being centered on the delicious pleasure that had replaced the first pain of his brutal impalement of her. He slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her writhing ass and cupped them firmly, raising them up off the bed to gain better access to her open and pleading loins. Then, pressing further forward, he forced her lovely long satiny legs up off the bed in an arc far back over her head, pressing her knees harshly into the bed on both sides of her shoulders.
Her tortured body was bent back double, jack-knifed, the stress on her strained muscles almost causing her to beg for mercy. The glistening, wet flattened plane of her groin was presented up to him as he increased the rapidity of his thrusts, the penetrations making her moistly quivering cunt secrete and expand wildly before his primitive assault, the very attack that thrilled her beyond thought of caution or conscience. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and crammed the last fraction of the last inch of his cock into her with thundering lust, bringing fresh ecstatic moans from her lips that responded through the room like cries of a wounded beast. Her nostrils flared further open and her eyes, now glassy and unseeing, were rolled back and fixed hypnotically on the stars twinkling through the glass ceiling.
Carlo placed his hands on either side of her and lifted himself so that he could watch the blonde girl's face. It was something he did not want to miss, the opportune and humiliating surrender of this wanton bitch under him, wild with the effects of the hashish and Bola which had used to lower her resistance. Her arms which had been tightly entwined around his neck, her long, tapered nails clawing frantically at him to pull him into her, suddenly slithered down now and seized his ass-cheeks with demon-like strength to help him fuck between her naked thighs with greater impetus. Juicy smacking sounds filled the room with each brutal stroke he made into her, blending in tempo with the sounds of their breathing and the rhythmic lurching squeaks of the bed. Their bodies were drenched with sweat from their exertions as Carlo labored over her, changing his quick frantic thrusts to longer, smoother strokes that brought his hotly throbbing cock almost all the way out of her desperately clutching vagina on the back-stroke and then forward into her until she could feel the blood-swollen head of his penis colliding hard against her womb deep inside.
Her body was slippery from the sweat of the wild untamed gyrations of her ravenous body and her head flailed crazily back and forth on the satin spread beneath them as she began reaching for the orgasm just beyond her grasp.
Carlo heard her sharp gasp of pleasure as his hands roamed on the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks and, surging with the building tempo of his lust, he moved his hands higher to draw her legs up and around his neck, clasping her ankles together like some human necklace. He fucked into her mercilessly now, skewering her, and she was loving it, fucking back shamelessly, urging him on, calling for more… more… everything!
"Darling, fuck me! Fill me!" she begged, gasping as if she were close to death.
"You're a little whore, aren't you?" he demanded, ramming harder for emphasis. "You love cock, don't you?"
"Ooooooooh, yesssssss…! Yesssssss! I love cock… fucking… cock!" she moaned, out of her head with the humiliating truth of her confession. Stirred by her own lewd words, she swung her ecstatically trembling thighs up and tightened them around his neck, grinding her naked young ass in uncontrolled frenzy up and down, from side to side, spiraling her sweet, hot young cunt along the full length of his huge ramming cock to gain every atom of pleasure she possibly could.
He knew that she was his now, completely, utterly, and had no intention of showing the least bit of mercy or human compassion. He wanted to hear her plead for his hot cum, to beg to be filled with it. And even she, in her mindless ecstasy, could sense the building storm of sperm in his testicles, that soon he would give her the load she wanted so shamelessly.
"Tell me, you bitch, tell me what you want," Carlo growled as he purposefully slowed his stroking movements and teasingly sank his tremendous penis only halfway into her. "Do you want my cum in you? Do you!"
"Oh yes, yes, please!" the voluptuous young blonde gasped, her pride completely vanished as she lay impaled and naked under his weight. The thought of begging him to drive the huge cock into her and empty his balls in her belly was unbearable, but she was beyond caring and yearned only to share a mutual pinnacle of pleasure with this tyrannical stranger.
Pleased that she had submitted to his demand, Carlo increased the tempo of his lunges until he could feel the load of his male sperm rising for an earth-shattering release, the huge head of his cock flexing and suddenly growing larger inside her ravaged cuntal passage. And then, at last, he grunted like a dumb beast and heaved forward, his hot thick liquid spewing deep up into her stretched and battered womb.
Elaine was stunned when she unexpectedly felt the gush of his hot cum shoot into her writhing belly. It was too soon… She was so near, almost at her peak, and the astonishing explosion of Carlo's climax brought tears to her eyes.
Carlo felt her cunt jerk toward him, the lips working and sucking at his spurting cock. Then… after a long moment… he rolled off her, breathing deeply in an effort to fill his lungs with air.
"No! No!" she cried, spreading her legs wider and raising her naked young cunt into the air in search of something to fill it. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she pleaded hoarsely as she drew back her legs even further, pulling apart the fleshy wet lips of her cunt and presenting him with a perfect view of her open throbbing cuntal passage oozing his shining sperm. "More, you bastard, I want more cock in me!" she shrieked at him in her violent frenzy.
Carlo grinned lasciviously as he watched Elaine's cunt flailing wildly. Now, he thought, now I'll fix the little bitch. Reaching to the night table, he pushed one of the buttons – the button that would summon the surprise Marceau had arranged for him. Turning back to the writhing figure on the bed, he said, "Patience, my dear, in a few moments you will have more cock – plenty of cock."
"Please… Please…" Elaine moaned from the bed, her voice trailing off. She was going mad, and in desperation she shoved two fingers into her wetly throbbing pussy and began finger-fucking the hungry pink folds of her own hungrily clasping cunt. It wasn't what she wanted, but it was better than nothing. She was glad to have something to fill the void of her starving cunt that she did not hear the door open, nor see Nick and Trembles enter the room…