"Yes! Yes! Put your tongue in my ass… oh, I love it! Go up… way up, stick it in!More! Rim me good oh so goooood!"
She was throbbing in there, just as she throbbed in her cunt when she was ready to come. It can't be… it can't happen that way! His fingers found her slippery lips as he kept his mouth pressed tight against her ass. Suddenly her whole bottom started to pound out a ferocious orgasm such as she had never known was possible. She was coming – everywhere at once!
"awwwwh! I can't stand it! It's too much… ooooooohh, Harl!"
She fell back, wet and spent from the swell of her pubis to the valley between her creamy cheeks.
When she opened her eyes once again she saw the slitted eyes and jungle tresses of the alabaster face in the poster. As she stared at the dreamlike image she thought she saw the mouth quirk in amusement.
CHAPTER TWO
When Harl left, Brenda automatically walked him to the door like a good hostess before she remembered that she wore nothing except the twisted garter belt and stockings. She darted back into the vestibule with a little gasp as she heard another tenant in the hallway.
Harl laughed. "Nothing would surprise the people who live in here. They're too used to Ginny."
The name struck terror in her heart and seemed to echo in the silence like the eerie whine of a demon in a nightmare. Ginny… Ginny… Ginny… where are you?
He grabbed her roughly and cupped her buttocks as he pressed her against the wall with his body, rubbing his crotch into her naked groin.
"We groove, don't we?" he whispered. "I never balled with anybody like that. God, you're a good piece of ass. I'll see you soon again, humm?"
"Yes…" Her voice was low and uncertain for a moment, then she saw, over his shoulder, the tumbled bed and its leopard-skin spread heaped like a torpid animal in a corner. The apartment… Ginny's apartment, but now hers. The thought filled her with a desperate, insatiable need for sex. Suddenly she was excited again, hot and starting to feel the slow, delicious throbs in her cunt. She ground her pelvis against Harl and stretched up against him until her moist pussy found the shape of his cock in his pants.
"Yes! Come back to me, make love to me again and again."
She was ashamed the moment she spoke. That wasn't the sort of thing you were supposed to say to a man! A girl should pretend to be disinterested, undecided. She should have said, "Oh, maybe. I don't know. Let's see… we'll see… we'll see."
But she had said none of that. She had begged him eagerly, like any pushover! No matter how much you wanted to get laid, you always pretended that you didn't. That was the definition of a nice girl to Brenda's mind. But she was mindless now as she ground her cunt against Harl's hips. There was no mind, no Brenda; nothing except the spell of the girl who used to live in the apartment. Fright invaded her passion as she felt herself floating off, as though her consciousness were drifting into another world, leaving nothing but a hot vacuum demanding to be filled.
She had to have it again! Oh, God, he's got to fuck me again!
"Hey, baby… wow, you really want it, don't you?"
She heard the trace of uncertainty in his voice. Suppose he couldn't? How many times had they screwed?
"Come here, down on the rug," he whispered hoarsely. He pulled her onto the shag rug in the vestibule, his hand seeking her parted thighs. Yes, that was good! He was going to fuck her with those long, hard fingers…
His thumb teased open her dewy cunt lips and trailed up and down through the burning folds of pink flesh. Brenda spread her legs as far out as they would go, until a cramping pain knotted the muscles at her hips. As his thumb revolved over her clitoris his fingers played lazily over her up-turned cheeks, grazing the soft skin and dipping into her crack to tickle her asshole. It was maddening! For a moment she could not tell the difference between his light touch and the feathery caress of the shaggy rug under her wiggling ass.
He was grinning at her, as though deliberately trying to torture her. She cried out in impatient pleading and lifted her legs high, until her knees were over her breasts. This would be her own private party; all she had to do was lie back and enjoy it.
"Fuck me! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Do it! Put it in!"
As his forefinger slipped into her cunt she gasped and bore down on it, eager to grasp it tightly and feel it probe deep within her. Suddenly he thrust it in hard, striking the soft neck of her womb. He wriggled it around far up at the end of her cunt until she shivered and pumped against it. The grin faded from Harl's face as his arm began a pistonlike movement; his mouth tightened and his eyes narrowed into slits as he watched her face while she received the onslaught.
"How much do you want?" he growled, panting from his effort.
"More… a lot more. Ooooooh, that feels so good! Use more…ahhh! Yesohyesyes! Mmmmmmm!"
"Three?" he challenged.
"Yes… oh, God! I can feel it so gooood! I – OHHHHH!"
Her harsh moan split the air as he shoved three tightly clasped fingers into her pussy until they would go no farther. The entrance of her cunt burned and ached with pain and pleasure as the sore muscles stretched and opened wider to take it an.
His teeth clenched in determined concentration, Harl's arm moved from the shoulder in violent pummeling thrusts, his fingers buried in hot, throbbing cunt and the base of his hand slamming against her widespread pussy lips that had changed from coral pink to fiery red.
"God, your cunt can really take a beating, can't it? You like that? Want me to stop?"
"No! Don't stop! I'm… almost there!Oooooohhhhhhmmmmm! I'm cuming!"
The inside of her cunt stretched wide, its walls growing rigid in that split second before she went over the top. Then everything was soft and wet and palpitating again as a violent pulse swept her up into a screaming, crying ecstasy of climax.
She looked up at him in triumph. His face was red, his chest heaving with excitement. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and cupped her sore pussy in his palm, pressing it into her body as she winced in pain.
"No more, please no more! I can't stand it… It's so sore." She laughed weakly, a mewing sound, and pushed his hand away. Any contact now with her clitoris felt like contact with a live wire. She shivered almost convulsively.
"Don't, darling," she murmured. "When you touch it right after I've come it's unbearable."
"No fair. Now I'm hot again."
He unzipped his pants and pulled them down on his hips as he crawled between her legs. His cock rose up, stiff and swollen and threatening. Brenda looked at the dark red skin ridged with tiny veins. She couldn't take it again! But he was on top of her, pinning her hands back behind her head while his other hand shoved his giant cock into her sore pussy.
"Oooooh, don't! Oh, it's burning, don't."
"I want another piece, sweetheart. It's limbered up now so you can give me a real snappy fuck. My back hurts so I'm going to let you do all the work. Milk me… come on, milk me dry."
It felt like a searing rod inside her, ripping through the tender flesh of her cunt like a knife. He pushed it all the way in until it pressed cruelly against her cervix, then he lay heavily against her, stretching out and smiling lazily into her eyes.
"Now, snap," he ordered. "Caress it real nice. Use your thighs and your ass and your belly. You don't have to work hard if you work right."
His words excited her suddenly, making her remember the two dogs she had seen once as a little girl. They didn't move at all; they seemed clamped together, immobile, until you saw the rolling muscles of the bitch's haunches.