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CHAPTER FIVE

The next few days were a complete blur to Christine as she lay in her room, aching and ashamed. It seemed that she was just waking up from a cruel nightmare, but found that every morbid detail of her fear and anguish was true! She knew that she would never be able to break the hold that Sam Price held on her and tears of humiliation and fear began to stream down her cheeks. She was not sure what he had done to her, but the searing pain in every opening of her body reminded her that she was no longer a virgin in any of her orifices, she had been cruelly violated and humiliated in every conceivable way.

She vaguely remembered that he had given her something that had increased her sexual desires to an uncontrollable height and had turned her into a frustrated animal and that she had actually begged some of the men to take her! This, more than anything, disgusted her because she realized that she no longer had control of her own body. She did not know what would be next, but she did know that even though she ached with pain deep within her belly, she again was beginning to feel a tightness building in her loins as she lay there, and that this desire would build until she would have to be satisfied once again. She knew the food they had been giving her was drugged and she had tried to hold off eating until finally the hunger had become so acute she could no longer stand it. She had eaten, knowing full well what the aphrodisiac result would be. And now she felt it.

She looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft bulges her breasts made and she put her hands over the twin peaks and squeezed them impulsively. She could feel the nipples begin to harden and stand erect as she rubbed them pensively, cupping the full orbs in her hands and lazily pinching the hard, pink buds. She pressed her legs tightly together in an effort to control the mounting urge that was tearing through her loins. She couldn't stand the thought of masturbating herself again, it just wasn't right, it was so degrading, but her desire had to be calmed.

She looked around the room, assuring herself that she was alone, she let her hand wander to the secret part between her legs. She pulled away the tight elastic of her soft, silk panties and raised them gently away from the firm, fullness of her thighs. Slowly, she let her fingers manipulate the waiting lips of her vagina and pluck tenderly at the erect, hardness of her clitoris. She stretched her legs out and opened them slightly so that she would be able to move her fingers more easily along the smooth, wet crease of her vagina.

The lust that was burning inside her raged like a forest fire and had to be extinguished. She dipped her fingers into the moist cavern of her cunt, wiggling them, scraping her fingernails on the tender walls and writhed her hips up against her hand until she could not push any farther.

God, she thought, I need a man… I need a man, now… NOW! Her fingers worked furiously inside her, trying to satisfy the terrible sensation that was tearing her insides apart and making her cry out for satisfaction.

"Oh dear God, I've turned into a nymphomaniac," she said aloud, "that's what's happened to me!"

It was a drastic and stark realization for her to face, but the sensual lust-filled desire that enveloped her body quickly took her mind off any recriminations she was feeling. Nothing mattered but satisfaction, complete gratification of her bodily needs… NOW!

She tried to lie still for a moment in order to catch her breath so that she could start again with renewed vigor when she heard footsteps coming down the hall toward her room and the muffled voices of 2 men.

She recognized one of the voices as belonging to Sam Price and the other one she couldn't distinguish. She tried to regain her composure as the voices got nearer and forced herself to withdraw her fingers from her wet, desire-starved vagina and rolled over on the bed, clenching her thighs tightly together in an effort to still the surging desire.

"She's a new girl, very ripe and quite a good shag, if I do say so myself," she heard Price say. "An uncontrollable little vixen when she really gets going… which doesn't take too much effort at all," he laughed hideously.

"Well," the other voice said, "she better be good, the best, for the price you're charging me!"

Christine couldn't believe her ears. It was bad enough to be a toy for Price and his friends, but to turn her over to strangers to do with what they pleased, she couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. She couldn't accept the thought that she was going to be an out and out prostitute, a common whore, who had to do whatever a client asked and with whomever Price demanded she do it. But, it was too late for regrets or changes, she could hear the door begin to open and she turned over to meet the devouring eyes of the man who had bought her favors as though she were a slave.

"Whew," the man said. "I see what you mean… what a body!"

"Here's a little present for you," Price said, "be very nice to this gentleman, he's a special friend of mine. Make sure he gets his money's worth!"

The man with Price came closer to the bed and stared, knowingly and lustfully at her, knowing full well that he would be taking her, using her, humiliating her momentarily. His manner was crude and she could see a bulge beginning to grow inside his trousers and strain against the confines of the coarse material.

"How many times have you been fucked tonight?" he asked, laughingly.

She tried to avert his brazen, passionate stare, but no matter where she looked his eyes seemed to follow her.

"Answer him," Price demanded.

"Not at all," she whispered hesitantly. "Not at all," as her fingers tightened around the cloth of the bedspread and she could feel her fingernails dig into the palms of her hands.

She knew that her body ached to be satisfied, but she could not stand the final degradation of being taken by this gross, sloppy man for money and money alone.

Then she felt thick, wiry hands on her shoulders, fingers digging into her flesh like pinchers of a lobster.

She began to whimper and whispered softly, "I have not been made love to at all today!"

"Well," the man replied, "we're going to see what we can do to help you put up your average!"

He laughed menacingly and pushed her roughly into the down of the bed before she had a chance to counteract with any fight at all.

With the stark realization of what was about to happen, she began to struggle, fighting and kicking, but she was held so firmly that she couldn't even turn over on her side. Her shoulders were held tight against the bed and her knees had been forced apart with a rough pressure of two other hands.

"You had better be a good girl," she heard Price say, as he tore at the soft, vulnerable flesh of her thighs, as he twisted her body around to the side so that she lay on her hip.

"Kneel up!" the man demanded.

She tried to force herself flatly on the bed, but hands moved from her shoulders and grabbed her arm and twisted it up between her shoulder blades, while the other pair of hands reached under her loins and hauled them up bodily. She felt like a completely limp rag, a rag to be used and thrown away for garbage.

The strength used against her was overpowering even though she continued to struggle against their efforts to force her into this position. She tried to swing her hips in a fruitless effort to escape their further degradation of her body.

"A wildcat," she heard Price say. They were on either side of her, looking and gloating over her naked body, the man anticipating the satisfaction that was to come.

Suddenly she felt hands change places and she was no longer being held by one of the gripping forces.

"Cooperate, you little bitch or you'll really have something to whimper about!" she heard Price command, and then heard his footsteps as he headed towards the door and out into the hallway.

The twisting of her arm forced her face down hard against the bedspread and she tried to let her hips and lower part of her body fall protectively against the covering, but one hand grabbed her cruelly and hoisted her up again into a kneeling position. She gasped with pain at the sudden grabbing force, but she was unable to avert the lustful lunge and groping of the hand.

She did not know how she would be able to fight off his advances without being physically hurt even more cruelly than he intended so she tried to let her body relax a bit.

She could feel the bedsprings begin to give way as the weight of the strange man crawled onto the bed and knelt behind her. His hands let go of her arm and she let them fall gratefully onto the softness of the pillow, burying her head in fear and the shame of her humiliating position.

His hands again began to run over her body, exploring every voluptuous curve and inch of her soft hidden recesses. Fingers tweaked cruelly at the nipples of her soft, full breasts until they stood erect and hard. The pliable flesh of her bosom was being kneaded with increasing pressure until she was sure that she would have to cry out in bitter pain.

Finally, the searching hands wandered further down her body, along her ribs, demandingly, and into the dip of her waist. They lingered there for just a moment and then started to explore the round, fullness of her hips and buttocks as he held her in a vise-like grip, unwilling to let her struggle and pull herself free.

She felt him move closer in behind her until she could feel the jerking and pulsing of his hardened staff as it beat relentlessly against the flesh of her thighs. The giant phallus throbbed and persistently pushed against her body, demanding that she take it inside.

She realized that there was no use in trying to get away from this awful man, that she would have to take him and like it. Her vagina still ached from her previous masturbation, but she began to cool with the insistent lust of this horrible man. She had enjoyed making herself want to be satisfied, but to be taken so hatefully was another story, it had cooled her passion.

The jerking of his mammoth penis did not really excite her, because she was too afraid of what he might subject her to after he had reached his satisfaction and needed to be stimulated to another erection.

She swayed her hips in an effort to avoid the contact with his throbbing organ, but it seemed to follow her like the Mona Lisa smile.

He grunted roughly in his passion and began to utter obscenities at her as he continued to fondle and pinch her body in every part he could reach without letting go of the grip that held her pinned to the bed in this dog-like fashion.

She knew that there was no way to escape from him, but she tried to push him away with one last futile effort. She jerked her body and twisted beneath his weight until he was lying full on top of her. She had meant to slide from under him but did not succeed.

She could feel the hardness of the head of his penis as it began to move closer to the unwanting, dry well of her vagina, and she struggled punily, in one last attempt to throw him off balance, but it was to no avail.

Suddenly his hands reached down and grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks in order to give him easier access to her tight, unyielding pussy, and she could feel his giant organ probe into the lips of her vagina and try to force itself into the depths of her belly. She gasped in pain as suddenly she felt an intrusion against the tight, elastic opening of her vagina. She felt as though a log were being pushed into her, ripping her, tearing her.

She screamed out in pain for him to stop. Any desire that she had felt earlier had diminished and all she wanted was for this awful man to stop what he was about to do to her. But, she knew that this was impossible, because she could hear the rapid breathing and feel his hardened penis push violently into her. She began to cry uncontrollably and tears ran like torrents down her cheeks as she felt her thighs swept wide apart, and the heavy weight of his body crash down onto hers.

She could feel his pulsing organ as it slowly began to push steadily against the lips of her vagina and slide into the soft intimate channel between her legs. She wiggled and turned, trying to avoid his impalement, but the intrusion grew harder and pushed deeper into her well of open sex. His giant penis throbbed out against her vaginal walls and her back ached from the heavy weight of his body. She felt his hands reach underneath her back and begin to fondle the crease of her buttocks roughly. His fingers began to prod at the tight elastic opening of her anus and she shrieked in pain as he inserted the thickness of two fingers into her rectum. She was still sore from the initial sodomy that she had been subjected to several days before because she had been so stretched and torn, and little screams of breath broke from her lips. Her vagina walls were chafed and raw as he continued to pound his cock deep into her while his fingers impaled her from behind. Slowly, however, she began to lubricate and although his penetration was greater, she could relax somewhat and it eased the pain. Her body, though, still felt as if it were being split open by a gigantic log as he continued his cruel, rough fucking of her cunt. His hands were gripping and squeezing her, prodding her with sadistic force, hurting her and making her wiggle helplessly with pain.

Without warning, as if his desire could not be satisfied in this more normal manner, he slipped his wet cock from between her legs and grabbed her hips and forced her to he face down on the bed, turning her over with cruel force. He tore the buttocks apart, spreading them obscenely, revealing the tight, pink anus which was raw from his demanding fingering. Then, without ceremony, he pushed down on her and with unerring aim he rammed his prick inside her rectum up to the hilt, encountering resistance as the tight flesh slowly gave way from the pressure of his body. Her channel was pulverizingly tight around his rigidity and its squeezing clasp brought forth oaths and gasps of pleasure from his panting lips.

She felt shamed and aching, her face turned sideways against the bedspread, and she felt only a great heat and splitting at her loins. She felt completely humiliated and ashamed and every part of her seemed to be at that tiny opening which grew and grew between her legs as if it were a great storm drain being broaded by the constant rushing of torrents of water.

Her lips opened and closed in torment and occasionally she tried to flatten her hips or contract her buttocks to withstand the pain in her anus, but then she was only aware of the tightening of her vagina and the extra pain which ensued from his brusque entry.

Every time he thrust now, pushing his loins forward, he felt the imminence of his orgasm grow greater and greater until there was a heavy weight of blood throbbing in the head of his thick penis. He rammed into her with increased fury until he felt his muscles begin to contract and he began to cum, spewing his maleness deep into her back passage.

The pressure inside her finally began to subside as his massive erectness became soft and he slowly began to withdraw from her. It was as if she had no rights, no soul, no humanity, as if she had been some stuffed dummy exclusively for anyone's pleasure, and she wept uncontrollably.

At last the man got up from the bed and began to get dressed. She could only lay there, aching, humiliated and wondering what else could possibly happen to her. She knew that her future was completely in the hands of Price and whatever he wanted her to do. He had transformed her into an obedient animal and she realized that it would do no good for her to try to fight off anything that he had in mind for her, besides her body still craved satisfaction, the brute of a man that had just taken her had not built her to completion, he had been too rough and so her loins, although they ached from the tearing entry, also ached with desire.

After the man left the room, she got up and decided to take a long, hot shower. Maybe this will make me feel a little cleaner, she thought to herself. Besides, I've got to get out of here for awhile, got to get some fresh, clean air… but she wasn't at all sure whether or not she would be permitted to leave the house.

When she was completely dressed and freshened, she went downstairs hesitantly, hoping that no one would hear her and she would be able to get out unnoticed.

She was just about at the door when a voice bellowed, "Just where go you think you're going?" It was Price and he was standing in a doorway a few feet from the door.

"I just wanted to go out to get some air, I want to go for a walk," she answered meekly, her voice shaking.

"Well, there are certain rules around here that must be followed. If you choose to disobey, I'm sure you can imagine what will be in store for you," he said hatefully.

"What are they?" she asked, afraid of what the answer might be.

"There are only certain places that you are permitted to go. Here I'll give you a list of the bars and restaurants, etc. I have men working for me all over this city and if you try anything funny, you will be escorted back here forcefully and I shall administer the punishment personally!"

At this point she didn't care what the conditions were, she just had to get out, even though she knew that she would be spied on.

"Also," he added, "if you pick up any men, which, of course, you are to do, you bring them back here for your favors. I take care of the arrangements, the charges and this way we stay out of the eyes of the law. It's a very easy arrangement, actually."

She nodded hopelessly and turned and went out into the clear sunshine and fresh air.

She walked slowly towards one of the bars on West 49th Street that Price had said she could patronize. She needed a drink badly, a change of company, anything to take her mind away from the harrowing experiences of the past week and of the past few hours. She walked into the dingy barroom and found a seat in the corner of the room and ordered a double martini from the bartender. She hoped that the alcohol would blur her mind and let her forget what she had become, what she had been forced to become. The first drink went down a bit shakily, the bite of the gin was strong and tasted more like pine oil to her, but she forced herself to finish it and wait for its effects. Slowly she began to relax and ordered another one of the same.

Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dim lights of the bar and she could see more clearly. There were several girls sitting around, all at different tables and some at the bar and they all seemed to know the bartender very well. Sailors, soldiers and some rather well-to-do looking, but greasy men comprised the rest of this somewhat less than cheery group. She wondered why some of these people were not at work, why they just sat there and drank in the afternoon.

After she had finished her second drink and had signaled for her third, one of the girls who had been sitting at the bar walked over to her table.

"You're new in the stable, aren't you?" she asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

"I don't know what you mean," she replied. "I'm new in the neighborhood, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, come on now. Everyone in here works for Price in one way or another, I just thought I'd come over and welcome you to this dirty little club and maybe give you a few pointers."

Christine began to relax again when she realized that now all of these girls were in the same position she was, and she invited the girl to sit down.

"Thanks," she said. "I could use a few kind words and some good advice, but first let me ask you a question."

"Sure… shoot," the other girl said.

"Is there any chance of getting away from this mess? I've got to get out of here. I just moved to the city and so much has happened in the last week, I don't feel that I can take much more of this. What would happen if I tried to leave or go to the police?"

"Wait, slow down, one at a time," she said. "To make it short, don't try to get away, Price owns half of this part of town and I'd hate to think what would happen to you if you tried and didn't get on the first boat or plane for South America before he caught you. That answer your question?"

She looked dejectedly at the soiled tablecloth and nodded. "Yes, I guess it does."

"Well, don't feel too bad. I've been in his 'employ' for about three years and after awhile it doesn't matter anymore. All men begin to look alike, their preferences are just a little different, but they are all bastards. If you cooperate with him from the beginning he may be easier on you than he was on me, but that's a long story and I won't bore you with it now. Maybe some other time. Anyhow, welcome to the sin colony, I must get back to work. Haven't hustled anyone yet today and I'm going to try to nail this man next to me. See you later." And she walked slowly back to the bar, nudging the man sitting next to her as she got into her seat.

Doesn't look very hopeful, she thought to herself and gulped down the rest of her third martini.

She hadn't been sitting there too much longer when a handsome young man hesitated at the doorway and then walked into the darkness of the room. Somehow he didn't fit in with the rest of the group, he seemed to be very shy judging from his actions even though his face was not very clear. He walked the length of the bar and sat at the table next to Christine. She tried not to stare at him, but the way he walked into the room looked familiar. His slow, steady gait was a walk that she had seen before. Darn it, she thought. I wish the light were better in here, or that I had my glasses, so I could see if it really is someone I know!

The young man ordered a beer and looked briefly around the bar, as though he were looking for someone. Finally his eyes met Christine's and he jumped out of his seat and came over to her table.

"Chris, my God, I've been looking all over this city for you!" he exclaimed.

She couldn't believe it! She looked up, and even through her alcoholic haze that was beginning to take hold on her, she knew that she was actually seeing him again. It was Jimmy!

"How in the world did you find me here," she asked, completely in a daze, not able to comprehend the reality of the situation. It seemed incredible that he could find her here in this place of all places in the city.

"It's so good to find you again, Chris. I've been going half out of my mind since I called the camp where you were supposed to be and they told me that you had never even applied for a job! What's going on, anyway?"

She was fighting back the urge to burst into tears and tell him the whole sordid story, but he just wouldn't understand. It seemed unbelievable to her also and she wouldn't believe such a preposterous story if it hadn't actually happened to her.

"It's a long story, Jimmy. I just couldn't go home to Pennsylvania and I wanted to get away and be on my own for awhile. Sometime I'll tell you the whole thing, but right now, sit down, it's so good to see you again."

"What are you doing in New York, Chris? How are you living without a job?"

"I've moved into sort of a boarding house run by this man Sam Price. Lots of other girls live there, too. He takes care and watches out for girls who come into the city and don't have anyplace to go. A girl I met at the first hotel I stayed at introduced me to him. Don't worry, I'll be all right."

"I don't like the sound of it, but I guess you're old enough to know what you want to do," he said, squeezing her hand affectionately. "Let's have another drink and I'll take you home. Besides, I'd like to be alone with you for awhile, it's been a long time and I've missed you."

She sat there, not knowing what to say, not knowing what Price would say when she took Jimmy back to her room. Would he try to charge him? She didn't know what she was going to do. Maybe she could get him to the side before he approached Jimmy and told him what the score was. She wanted to tell him everything and maybe he could help her escape, but if it backfired she would be punished and there was no telling what they would do to him, so she put this thought out of her mind. She tried to stall over her last drink, but he was anxious to go. She was aching to be alone with him, but afraid of what was going to happen.

Finally Jimmy got up and said, "Come on, sweetheart, let's go!" So she got up and headed for the door, noticing that the bartender gave her a knowing wink as she left. It made her skin crawl to think that that grubby little man thought that her Jimmy was just another "John", a trick, and that she had been successful in picking him up for a quick roll in the hay. She shuddered, grabbed hold of Jimmy's arm and went out into the daylight.

It only took about fifteen minutes to walk back to the house where she was staying, or rather being kept. She hesitated on the first step and said, "Are you sure you want to come up with me? You know what happened last time we were alone," she said, trying to pretend that everything was just the same as it had been the last time… that night in the barn at her uncle's farm.

"I'm sure, darling. Why, is there something wrong? You are acting very strange, aren't you glad to see me?"

"Oh yes, of course! How could you think otherwise! Let's go in."

No one ran up when they went in – in fact, it seemed as though the whole house were deserted, but she did get the feeling that someone was watching them just the same. Slowly she climbed the stairs to her room trying to be as quiet as possible, but hoping that Jimmy wouldn't notice her apprehension. Finally they reached the door of her room and went in.

He didn't waste much time in pulling her roughly into his arms and kissing her urgently.

"It's been so long since I've held you. God, I missed you," he whispered huskily kissing her lips, cheeks and neck.

She could feel an urgent tenseness building in her loins and she knew that she and Jimmy would be lovers that afternoon, but she was still afraid that someone would come in her room and afraid of what would happen when he finally found out her true situation.

His grip on her arms relaxed slightly and he let his hands fall gently down the contours of her body and rest firmly at the small of her back. He pulled her closer into him and she could feel the growing stiffness of his penis under the cloth of his trousers. She put her arms around him and clung to him suddenly with a desperation which was unmistakable. She seemed to want to say things, but no words would come until finally she managed simply to utter, "Love me, my darling, please love me. I want you so much!"

Tenderness and passion moved in his head and body and he pulled his mouth away from hers and brushed his lips down her long, soft neck to the gently rounded shoulders and down to the cleft between her full, white breasts. His fingers began to fumble with the buttons of her dress and he managed to unfasten it and let it drop to the floor so that she was clad only in her brassiere, silk bikini panties and stockings. His breath was coming rapidly as he devoured every inch of her young, voluptuous body with his eyes.

"Are you sure, Chris, are you sure?" he stammered.

"Oh yes, darling. I want you, I want you desperately… please," she whispered against his ear, tickling the lobe and rim of his ear with her tongue.

His fingers worked quickly to unhook the binding of her brassiere and her supple breasts fell free from their confinement. She held his head gently as he moved his mouth over her naked skin and began to kiss the pink points of her breasts, sucking them gently, hearing her sharp intake of breath, feeling her thighs pressing firmly against his own.

She pulled him over to the bed, urging him to take off his clothing so that they could make love properly. She lay back against the pillow waiting and aching for him to be inside her, loving her, satisfying her as none of the foul men she had had lately had really been able to do. She wanted now to be loved… not just fucked as all the others, including her uncle had done to her. It took him only a few seconds to shed all of his clothing and he stood above her by the side of the bed, looking down admiringly at her luscious body, while his fully erect, pulsing rod jerked uncontrollably up against his stomach. It was the first time that she had actually looked at his manhood and even though she had held it many times, somehow it seemed much larger now. He bent down along side her and began tugging at the elastic which held her stockings until they released and he could pull them off, then he lay down beside her. His hands ran over her body, stroking every bulge, every concavity and convexity and she shivered, her legs scissoring together as he reached inside the elastic of her panties so that he could feel the high point of soft hair-covered flesh between her thighs. She wiggled under his urgent touch as he stripped away the last piece of material that covered her body. They lay there for a moment clinging to each other, their fingers and hands exploring each other's body as though they had never touched before, savoring every delicious minute.

"Darling," she whispered, "you feel so good, you don't know what you're doing to me. You're driving me wild."

His hand was rubbing alone the flesh on the inside of her thighs, his fingers searching for the tiny fold of flesh that protected her vaginal opening. His thumb found the erect bud of her clitoris and rubbed it harshly, bringing gasps of pleasure and passion from her lips. He began to finger the lips of her vaginal passage, teasing her and making her wriggle and try to push her hips up so that his fingers would be forced inside her aching orifice. Slowly he began to insert one finger into her denied cavity, wiggling it gently, tantalizing her, causing moans of desire from her. She began to lubricate until she was completely moist and aching to be taken.

"Don't make me wait… do it now," she urged, but he ignored her pleas and continued his pre-love play, in order to build her to a fever pitch before finally taking her completely.

He began to suck her nipples, giving them sharp little bites which brought shrieks from her lips. Her hips began to revolve under his caresses, delicately at first, but with increasing fervor.

Her hand slid down between them, searching for his throbbing penis which was hidden between his thighs and let her fingers close gently around the long, erect rod of heat. It jerked under her touch and tantalizing waves of passion swirled in his loins like the twisting funnel of a tornado.

He felt her clitoris grow hard under his fingers and he slid his face from her soft, full breasts until it rested between her cool thighs which were as beautiful as silk to the touch. He ran his tongue over her voluptuous loins working his way towards her most intimate parts. He nibbled gently on the soft flesh of her inner leg as she pulled her knees up toward her chest to present him with the pink, aching lips of her vagina. He found the rigidity of her clitoris and sucked it hard, bringing gasps of passion from her lips as his tongue thrust into the warm, moist walls of her open cunt.

"Ooohhhhh, darling, yessss, suck me," she whispered huskily. "I'm going out of my mind!"

He continued his mouthing until she was tossing uncontrollably underneath his touch and she could hardly catch her breath in her heat of passion. Her fingers were entwined in his hair, holding his mouth strongly against her loins and buried deep into her moist, throbbing channel as she jerked up against his face and swirling tongue.

He knew that she was ready for him to take her and he could hardly control his own mounting passion as he slithered up her passion filled body. But, she pushed him over on his back as he was about to enter her and brought her own mouth down on his hardened throbbing cock and enclosed it in a warm flood of saliva as her mouth and tongue covered his pulsing manhood. He could feel her tongue and lips sucking persistently at the head of his staff, drawing the blood to the very tip of his penis. He arched his back, thrusting his pulsing prick at her mouth, watching, in growing passion, those soft full lips sucking at him with a soft crooning delight. He reached between her legs and continued to tickle her clitoris, teasing it cruelly but gently.

They both writhed and jerked their bodies, contacting at various points, withdrawing, brushing together in wet, passionate embraces.

Then, after an eternity she took her mouth off his hard, pulsating penis and looked up at him, her eyes showing the sexual agony of her desire.

"Make love to me now, darling!" she said. "I want you inside me… fuck me, fuck me… please! NOW!"

He rolled her onto her back and climbed over on top of her. Her hot flesh was like a gorgeous pillow, hollowed and hillocked and pneumatic, trembling like a leaf in a storm and she placed his lust hardened prick against her cunt with a hand that could hardly hold it for trembling. He let the throbbing head lie against the warm fold of her vagina for just a moment and then entered her with a desperate passionate thrust. He was surprised that he met no obstacle, no maidenhead, for he thought that he was the first man to ever take her, but he put the thought from his mind and let his passion carry him away. He was afraid that he would have cum in her hand in another second, but found that he was able to hold his semen back once he was fully inside her warm, tight tunnel. She gasped and moaned, writhing under him, calling out his name as if she were being tortured on the rack.

She kept her eyes open so that she could see his face as he watched her mouth working, her eyes flaring as if appealing for something unspeakable.

He buried his hard, thick prick right up to the core of her vagina so that his loins around its base rubbed harshly against the reddened folds of her vaginal flesh. The skin of his penis seemed as if it were being torn back from the hard central rod like the peel from a banana. Her throbbing cunt pressed hard on it, squeezing it like a vise with increasing pressure, the soft pubic hair teasing maddeningly around the broad impaling base.

She pulled her white thighs up and back, making herself almost into a ball on which he rolled, thrusting in and up as the ball swiveled lasciviously beneath him. Her knees pressed tight into her breasts.

Her groaning was sweet agony now, infecting him with its statement of the extremity of her passion, and he drew his rock-hard prick almost completely out of her and thrust it in again, to the very depths of her cunt with a resounding, driving series of quick, deep jabs. Her full, soft lips opened at him, inviting him down and he kissed her hard, his tongue delving deep into her throat while his hard, pistoning cock filled her vaginal cavity to the fullest.

Her breath, as he drew away, gasping, followed him and he could feel her hands pushing him gently, exerting certain pressures on his body, so he followed her directions and rolled over on his back, bringing her with him so that she straddled him, taking his sword-thrust between her wide-stretched thighs like a meal that she couldn't have enough of.

Sitting on his loins now, speared upwards by his throbbing penis, she rose and fell on him, like a woman on horseback, riding a bucking bronco at a rodeo. Her blonde hair fell across her face, flying and swooping like a golden cloak and a few stray strands of the golden threads stuck to her open mouth as she gasped in passion. Her features were contorted in uncontrollable lust, changing with every thrust of his penis like a kaleidoscope. Her full, supple breasts bobbed up and down as she rode his massive rod and her buttocks squashed and spread out over his abdomen and his thighs with every down-thrust.

He raised his thighs behind her so that they acted as a backrest to her buttocks, and he rotated his hips, watching her vagina travel down on his stiffened, pulsing manhood as it landed with a loud smacking noise on his pelvis as it dropped again.

Her head rolled on her neck and he reached down and caught her buttocks from behind, cupping the soft, full orbs in delicious handfuls of soft, resilient flesh. He found the tight elastic hole of her anus and thrust a finger in so hard that it caused her to jump forward as if to escape the rough intrusion.

She gasped out from the sudden pain, "Aaaaahhhhhfff, ooohhhh… darling," before she could relax her rectal muscles and settle back onto his imitation prick and continue her riding motion.

The whole area of his genitals was a wet, hot blaze, as if it were a liquid fire, a volcano about to explode. He wanted to get further into her than was possible. He wanted to pierce her heart with his thick, massive weapon with every maddening thrust. He could feel the blood rush once again to the head of his penis and he was on the brink of explosion.

Her breath came in a long whine, like a chant as she wiggled furiously on top of him and he knew that she was about ready to climax, that she would not be able to wait much longer if he continued his hard, constant impalement of her wet, contracting, vagina.

"Aaaagggghhhhh, I'm cumming… oohhhhh, I'm cumming… now… now…!" she gasped out, her eyes filled with a kind of blind, uncomprehending fear.

It seemed to have taken her unaware, as if a switch had suddenly been thrown. She choked and choked and choked again and then slammed her body down onto the rigid, throbbing tower of his penis as if she wanted to devour it completely with the hungry, chewing mouth between her legs. Finally, with an animal-like cry, she stayed there, as if impaled, as if on that final thrust his weapon had pierced the balloon of her passion and she was deflated. She sank deeply down onto his still hardened cock, her head hanging forward, exhausted and limp.

He held her round the tiny waist with his hands and forced her up and down as he jerked up into her. His lips twisted with passion and perhaps a little cruelly as he forced her to ride his massive rod once again. His prick seemed to have grown to enormous dimensions, like it had been bloated with water. The mounting pressure in his loins rushed into his pulsating phallus, boiling and seething on the brink of explosion, hot and wet, bursting for relief. His face flushed in a final furious moment, his teeth gnashing together, his neck arched as he thrust in deeply one final time, bringing a muted roar of satisfaction from his lips as his sperm gushed hotly up into the open depths of her vagina.

She fell forward on him, kissing his face as tears of joy and gratification streamed down her face.

It was some time before they spoke. Their kisses spoke, their bodies spoke, but no words were uttered, and she was now shaking uncontrollably as the tears flooded down her cheeks.

At last, she began to regain her composure and said, "Oh darling, that was wonderful! I'll just never recover… you almost killed me, and I want you to kill me like that every day of my life."

"That would be my pleasure, sweetheart," he grinned. "You aren't so bad yourself, you know. You give me a lot of satisfaction too!"

"Do I? Do I really? I want to make you happy. It means so much to me that I make you as happy as you make me, otherwise it just wouldn't be right," she said, quite seriously, wiping tears away from her eyes with her hand.

"Darling, you DO make my happy, so why the tears?" he answered, holding her close to him.

He could feel her body begin to relax as he held her, comforting her, and he held her face between his hands and looked at her lovingly.

Her face clouded, remembering where they were and wondering what was going to happen if Price found out about it. She didn't know what to say, but she knew that she would have to make some explanation to Jimmy, but not quite yet. She couldn't spoil this very beautiful moment, their first moment of real love.

He stroked her naked buttocks gently, and said. "Don't look so worried. I don't know what's been troubling you, but from now on you don't have to worry about a thing. I won't let anything happen to you. You can count on that!"