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CHAPTER THREE

Abruptly, the realization of what was about to happen to her suddenly seeped into the young redhead's mind. What had been done to her with wooden broom handles was about to be done to her with flesh and blood and muscle. She thought of possibly breaking away from him and running upstairs. He wouldn't dare follow her. But no, even if she did get away, he still had that glassine envelope, and he would be able to use it to put her away again. Besides, she was so shaky at this point, she was more than certain her legs wouldn't bear her weight.

She remained lying on the bed as he released her and got to his feet. Then he was hurriedly undressing. Ella stared and wondered what was there about this man that almost made her want to do this.

She shuddered by the time he had removed all his upper clothing. He had a lot of hair on his chest, though it was by no means a forest. He stopped for a moment, leaned down and embraced her solidly, holding her slender, shivering nakedness against his body. The boiler, in the next room, went on, and flooded the room, which had been cooling down, with heat. Ella's hands pressed flatly against his chest and rubbed his masculine nipples, the soft curls of silken hair tickling her palm.

Then the man's mouth was once again pasted to hers, once more parting the barrier of her lips, his tongue easily gliding between them, past the barrier of her sharp teeth. She found herself sucking on the oral organ while jabbing furiously at it with the tip of her own tongue.

Unconsciously, she allowed her hand to slide over his chest, as well, her fingernails raking through his hairs, touching one of his small, masculine nipples, and then she grabbed the nipple and began squeezing and rolling it between her fingers as he had done to her nipples.

The more-than-slightly dizzy young redheaded woman felt her parole officer's hand slowly tracing a path up the tremblingly heated flesh of her shuddering thighs. The heat coming from the boiler washed over the two of them, until, momentarily, her breath suddenly caught in her throat as his fingers continued sliding upward. They parted the sensitive fleshy flanges of her vibrant pussy and slipped carefully, tenderly into the heated wetness to find the quivering inner labia that enshrined her extended clitoris.

It was at that moment that her head was filled with visions of her lascivious brother-in-law. The sight of the repulsive man loomed up in Ella's brain as if he were somehow or other standing in that room with the two of them, staring down at them, a contemptuously knowing sneer scrawled across his face, contorting his already ugly features. As a result, Ella froze. When she finally did come to life, she began squirming and struggling, doing her best to tear the flesh from her parole officer's naked back.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Al gasped, leaping up and pulling himself out of reach of her sharp, clawing fingernails. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Get away from me, Mr. Bombannente," she gasped. "I don't want you to ever try touching me again!" She was shrieking at the man now, yelling, "You're nothing but an animal!"

He reached out and caught her wrists, gripping them and holding them tightly as he leaned over her and then slowly allowed his weight to sink on top of her trembling white body, almost crushing the breath out of her. He lay there, unmoving, remaining that way until she was unable to struggle any longer.

"Please, oh please… please…" Ella sobbed. "When I was a little girl my parents always told me about how wrong all this was. Now you, a man who enforces the law, is suddenly forcing this on me," she gasped, heated tears streaming down her lovely white cheeks as the man's heavy hands grabbed her roughly by her shoulders.

"It's all right to destroy your body with heroin, but it's wrong to fuck. It's all right to attack a man with a butcher knife and try to take his life from him, and it's all right for you to buy garbage, that will destroy your body, from him? It's wrong to feel good in a natural way, but it's all right to pump junk into your system that will kill you? Wake up Ella, your sense of values is topsy-turvy. What's right is what feels good as long as you don't hurt yourself or anyone else in the process."

He was aware of the full ripeness of her lovely, rounded thighs as well as the softness of her flaming pubic hair covering her pubis when he raised his stomach to fumble with his pants and slide them impatiently down his masculine hips. He kicked his shoes off in order to yank his pants off that much more easily, and that was when Ella caught a glimpse of his long, thick penis. God! It might not have been as long as a broom handle, but it sure looked one helluva lot thicker! Oh God! He was forcing his way between her slender white loins, spreading her tender thighs unmercifully as he guided his lasciviously distended member closer and closer. She bounced her buttocks on the bed in an attempt to pull away, and he simply used his knees to jam her thighs even farther apart. When she bucked her body upward again, he was ready, and he shoved a cushion under her loins, keeping her up high. Now he was able to use the rubbery head of his throbbing cock to part the moistly clasping lips of her sucking vagina.

Ella began whipping her head from side to side in a wild frenzy, shutting her eyes tightly, quaking with uncontrolled horror as she became aware of the soft, electrical contact against the ultra-sensitively palpitating edges of her involuntarily moistening cunt. Taking a deep breath, she held it for what seemed like forever, now petrified with horror in utter subjugation beneath him.

"Ohhhhm… hhhuuunnnhhh… no… don't!" she uttered as she became aware of the initially solid pressure against the tightly contracted opening of her swollen, puffy and pouting vaginal lips. "Wnnnnhhh…nnnogghhhaahhh!" she began gasping as the massively bulbous tip slipped carefully into her, stretching her far more cruelly than any broom handle had ever done. Her tightly resilient soft, inner passage widened until she felt as though her trembling loins were going to literally tear from the unbearable pressure.

"N-o-o-o-o-o… pllleeeaaaassseee… Mr. Bombannente, you're… uunnnhhh… hurrrrrtiiiiinnnng meeeeeee…" she said, as she felt the first solid shove of his thrusting cock.

Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw neither cruelty etched in the man's features, nor joy. All she saw was a look of concentration as he continued to slowly but surely sink his throbbing penis into the depths of her helplessly exposed vagina.

Then the grin twisting his face into a tormented look of intensified consolidation disappeared as he smiled a soft smile at her, and said, very simply, "Relax, and it'll feel good. Don't fight it, Ella. I told you, this is as much for you as it is for me."

She was helplessly defenseless beneath him. Utterly and completely exposed, she stared at the way the head of his cock was already inside her trembling body, and little by little the log-like shank was moving deeper and deeper inside.

"D-don't… please don't…" she gasped.

"For your good as much as my own!" he panted.

He came down very heavily on top of her, his solid masculine weight crushing the beautiful redhead firmly into the mattress beneath the two of them. He began pushing his hips forward, using the same motion as he sent his sleekly penetrating penis sliding that much deeper into the tightness of her sucking cunt. He pushed harder, harder, harder, and as a result it felt to Ella that the cock was charging into her with a roaring, uncontrolled fury, pushing the wet, inner velvety flesh of her vaginal walls in constantly pressured and rippling waves before it. There was no stopping him. The hot cock sank deeper and deeper until, with a loud groan, his weighty, wrinkled scrotum sac slapped heavily into the upturned cheeks of his desperately resisting parolee's buttocks.

"Unh! Ahhhh! Oh damn, help me!" Ella cried, wailing beneath him, her pain-wracked vaginal tunnel feeling as if his plunging penis had ripped the fleshy walls into a thousand shards. She had always worried about splinters from the broom handles and had been lucky enough not to get any, but at the moment, the flesh and blood cock felt to her as if it was splintering her interior.

Al speared into the lovely redhead without mercy, knowing he wasn't going to injure her. He had fucked dozens of women and had not caused any damage to any of them in spite of the length and breadth of his swollen cock. There was that wonderful thrill of her sucking wetness surrounding his throbbing cock-head, covering him over completely as his burning length seemingly filled every part of her tenderly burning, impossibly stretched vagina.

Al lay there, not deigning to move for the moment, wanting her interior to accommodate itself to his breadth. He knew she would shortly be feeling nothing but pleasure. Ella also remained immobile, afraid to stir for fear of feeling more stabbing torment inside her. There was nothing but silence except for their labored breathing and the throbbing of the oil burner in the next room.

He took a deep breath and began flexing his hard cock inside her. For the first time, Ella became aware of throbs within her body as the breadth and length of his heatedly jerking, pulsating shaft slammed into her the last half-inch. He pushed, flexing again, wanting to make sure he was all the way inside her narrow vagina.

"Uuunnnggghhh… hhhaaannngghhh… ooonnnggg… hhhaaarrrggghhh!" she gasped.

Clamping the heaviness of his lustfully searching mouth over that of the lovely redhead, Al began a slow, careful rocking motion between her widespread, trembling white thighs. There was still pain for Ella, who was not used to this kind of breadth, and the agony was like tiny little explosions of searing gunpowder within her narrow depths. Her inner membranes felt burned as the man's continuing motion widened the tightly narrow feminine passageway with each short, smooth stroke. She continued groaning helplessly beneath him, letting him know she was his to do with as he pleased.

Without realizing it, the redhead found her body moving as if all connection with her mind had been severed. She was responding to the beefy man's thrusts in an involuntary motion. Through the slowly disappearing pain she felt lewd flames of uncontrolled desire coursing through her, and she realized she no longer had any will to fight whatsoever. She had lost the initial battle, and in so doing, she was also going to lose the war. She was about to surrender her slender young form totally and completely to the drives of her parole officer, almost enjoying the way his broad penis continued thrusting itself into the tunnel between her widespread thighs. The mere thought that she would enjoy this after all, sent wild chills running along the base of her shuddering spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Al's driving penis continuing to hungrily skewer itself wetly into her.

Her entire physical being began writhing, squirming and twisting beneath the weighty man. All the while she continued to incessantly groan into the hollow cave of his mouth, shoving her tongue with almost uncontrolled abandon into the depths of his throat. Faint mewls of thrillingly animalistic, servile acceptance rose from her throat in torrents, and her face was wrung with passion, mouth toiling, neck straining, perspiration breaking out all over her forehead in multitudinous beads. Her red hair was wet as well, plastered to her forehead.

Al slid his hands very slowly over the lovely length of her nakedly white body, caressing the curve of her hips. Then he slid his fingers beneath the smoothly undulating white moons of her roundly moving buttocks, cupping them harshly, squeezing tightly as he began uncontrollably thrusting back and forth with an even greater urgency.

The wine-impassioned, red-haired parolee found herself flexing and unflexing the muscles in her shapely buttocks while her handsome parole officer clutched her to him that much more tightly, sinking his fingers into the firmness of her quaking flesh. He jerked her all the harder against his own body, and of her own volition Ella pulled her knees back toward her chest a bit more, the sopping wet opening spreading that much wider to receive his excitedly pummeling penis, pulling it in that much more deeply, now.

The maddening pain had totally passed by now, and her legs, jerking uncontrollably on either side of the gigantically impaling penile shaft, were shaking and quivering in an abandon she was unable to control. Oh God! What was happening to her! She tightly shut her lovely blue-green eyes, slavering her tongue wantonly into the man's mouth as low hums of velvet pleasure numbed continually through her gaping throat. Ella was well aware the cords in her neck as well as those in her thighs were standing out, tensed and hard as she continued wriggling beneath her parole officer. Fervor was overcoming her and the lovely redhead was unable to stop herself. There was no longer any thought of right or wrong, nor did her mind dwell on the pleasure she would have received from taking heroin. All she cared about was lying where she was, directly beneath the man who, for the present, had complete control over her life, fucking her against her conscious will, yet fulfilling the desires in her subconsciousness. She thrust back at him, giving him exactly what he was giving her, lunge for lunge.

Al worked hard, actually slaving above the beautiful Ella, changing his thrusts from short, choppy plunges to long, smooth strokes. Each backward movement almost carried his hard cock out of her vagina to where her lips had to grab his corona to keep him from getting away. Then he would sink his hard prick all the way inside her again, slamming into her uplifted young belly until she felt the thrilling slap of his driving balls slamming against the exposed credence of her puckered little asshole.

"feeling it?" he asked.

"Y-e-e-e-e-e-sssss!" she rasped.

"There's more!" he assured her.

Reaching down with his right hand, he rubbed her buttocks, using his fingers to seek the narrow crevice between them. Without warning, he pulled her asscheeks apart and then began thrusting with his forefinger until he had penetrated the rectal rictus. For a moment it hurt Ella, and she gasped, the groan tumbling from her lips in agonized protest. He was thrusting all the harder now, taking pleasure in her responses, certain now that she would be more than happy to welcome his advances, the next time.

"Hhhuuunnnggghhh!" Ella gasped, bouncing her body all the more vibrantly in response to both, finger and driving penis.

Al smiled, intent on making her enjoy everything to the utmost. He continued working his extended index finger around and around inside, stretching the elastic softness wider and wider as he continued grinding his cock into her. He would get her so used to this, from now on there would be nothing but thrills.

Ella was aware of a second finger now working into the tightness of her rear tunnel, seeking its way in, stretching the narrow opening even wider as her moans of pleasure became louder and louder. Her anal constriction became more and more accustomed to the strangely unnatural invasion.

Al brought his other hand around to where his driving phallus was sliding smoothly in and out of the lovely lady's tightly clasping vaginal opening. She shuddered as she felt his fingers fondling her quivering, hair-lined lips until more muted, unrestrained groans formed in her throat and escaped her. Her widening vaginal tunnel seemed to gape open in greedy desire, swallowing the entire of his massively pulsating stiffness as he continued plunging mercilessly to the very core of her feminine being.

He speeded up his shoving thrusts now, slamming into her with hot, pulsatingly deep drives. The wonderfully tormenting agony of delighted pleasure caused her to thrash uncontrollably beneath him as she suddenly felt him pull his probing fingers from the tightness of her anal passageway, their loss suddenly disconcerting to her.

Abruptly his hands were under her knees, lifting them, then pushing them back, her knee caps all but digging into her shoulders. In this position, her wet, pink cunt was almost aimed straight up, and he slammed his cock vibrantly downward into her, creating even stronger feelings in the beautiful red-haired girl.

"Anh… Anh… Anh… Oh… Hhhuuunnnhhh… Yesssssss… Aaannnhhh… Ooonnnhhh… Unh… HUnh… harrrderrrrr…" the lovely woman chanted beneath him, her beautiful face now so contorted it had become an unrecognizable mask of insanely wild passion.

Again the handsome parole officer quickened his driving strokes into Ella, grunting and groaning, grinding the full length of him deep and hard, his throbbing penis boring into the hidden recesses of her trembling womb. She was a mass of inundatingly exquisite wetness, and her trembling loins blazed with a thrillingly primitive passion consuming leer unthinking mind for the moments overpowering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure continually building up inside her. She was vaguely aware of his hands running over her like searing tongues of burning fire. She was more aware of his kissing lips than ever before, and she was just as aware of the hot friction of his body rubbing against hers as he continued squirming and pummeling against her. She suddenly felt sensations she had never realized existed in her body. Thrilling feelings clambered about within her, building needling delights to an unbearable pitch. The redheaded woman suddenly realized she was on the verge of experiencing an orgasm – a climax the likes of which had been totally unknown to her before.

She panted and writhed, then heard the man's wailing gasp. His driving penis became an uncontrolled animal that continued moving in and out of her shuddering body, raging and hurtling into her, making her quakingly tingle all the way from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

"Hhhaaaiiiggghhhyyyaa-annnggghhh… yesssss… ooonnnhhh… I-I-I-I-I… can feeeeeeel ittttt… yyyaaaggghhh!"

She jerked and twisted and writhed against him as her orgasm washed over her, thrilling her with sensations she'd had no idea existed in the human body. She was higher than high, higher than heroin would ever take her, climaxing and reaching for new plateaus, unable to stop herself, going to the moon, and then beyond.

She continued writhing and squirming against him, feeling his throbbing penis distend once again as it began pumping his hot, thick sperm all the way into her orgasmically quivering belly.

"Ohhhhh… hhhaaannnhhh… yyyyeeeeaaaarrrrgggghhhh gggghhhhaaaannnngggghhhh wwwwaaaauuuugggghhhh!" he bellowed.

Their juices mingled inside her, and there was such an abundance of flowing liquids, it almost immediately began backing out, flooding his pelvis and hers, washing over his bloated balls, and dripping between her buttocks. But Ella was unconscious of anything and everything other than the passion this man had awakened in the depths of her quivering belly. She was feeling sensations she hadn't believed existed, and because Al Bombannente had awakened them in her, she imagined herself suddenly very much in love with the man. Like so many female parolees before her, she was now willing to do anything and everything he told her, not because the law said she must, but because this was what she wished to do.

When it was over, Al rolled off Ella and lay beside her. Both were out of breath. Both rested for more than an hour, and then her hand, of its own volition, began stroking his limp, sticky cock, and she smiled at him and said, "One more time… please!"

Far be it from him to deny her such a healthy feeling. Smiling, he rolled onto her, and once again drove into her.

It was a good feeling in more ways than one for Al Bombannente to know Ella Montefusco would straighten out. First of all, she would stay away from drugs of any kind from now on, because he had taught her there was something more natural that was a lot more fun. He had an idea she might try it with one or two other males, but he would turn his back if she did. He knew she would always compare these men to himself, and he was well aware he would never suffer by comparison.