Gently he lay on top of her, his cock nestling in the crack of her ass. His hands crept under her to cup her tits, to squeeze and stroke them until he felt the nipples projecting out like nails.
The girl was stifling moans, now. She twisted her head and began kissing the hand squeezing her breast in time to a slow, silent rhythm. She added her hips to the beat and Alex's cock started sinking between the cheeks of her ass.
He thrilled to the feel of his cock poking against the tight opening. Gloria mewed and bucked.
Slowly her butt was forced open. Slowly his prick pushed the circular walls wide and sank into her.
She moaned and sucked on his knuckles, sometimes catching her own tit in her mouth as she attacked his hands. Her hips were pounding in and out, driving the fleshy spike all the way into her ass until it wouldn't go any further.
"More," she cried. "More!"
Alex braced his knees on the bed and drove into her, pounding her butt against his body as he lurched into her. She cried out and drove back. Her hands reached back and dug into her ass trying to pull it wider to help Alex drive in. They were both panting. Alex was pulling his cock almost all the way out and plunging back in with a resounding "slap!" Her huge, soft breasts filled his hands and he gripped them so tightly she moaned with passion.
He slammed into her, panting for breath. The bed springs creaked as he drove his shaft in to the hilt.
"Uh!" she cried as he pounded into her. "Uh, uh, uh, aaaaah."
The ring of flesh convulsed around his penis, grabbing it like a fist jerking it in hot agony. And then he was flooding her depths with his cream and she moaned in ecstasy as the hot liquid warmed and filled her.
For a long time they were silent as she held him to her, his prick plunged into her aching bottom.
Softly she humped away from him, dragging his half-hard meat out of her ass. But her hands held him between her legs when he tried to get up.
"The other hole!" she said. "Please. The other hole now."
"I've got to go!"
Gloria rose up on her knees and felt between her legs for his prick. Tenderly she began to stroke its limp length with her hands. When it was hard and straight, she held it between her thighs and heaved her hips back and forth in short, controlled grins. Her cunt split over it, soaking it in her juice. Her hair tickled against it.
Alex wrapped his arms around her again. Catching her distended nipples in his fingers, he pinched down hard and clamped his fingers into the flesh of her tits. She mewed and swayed faster until the liquid was soaking Alex's cock.
He lay against her, pushing her down onto the bed. Gloria writhed under his weight. Frantically, she split her legs as far as she could, her cunt begging him to attack.
Alex couldn't resist any longer. The soft, pink flesh was too much temptation. He rammed all the way in to Gloria's insides, impaling her on one stroke. She shrieked and then was pounding and fighting him even harder than when his prick was in her ass.
With trembling fingers she took the cigarette off the table and dragged on it even while he was jazzing her on the end of his stick. She handed it to him.
"Use it," she sobbed. "Use it on my butt!"
Alex held the cigarette, horrified. "No!"
"Use it," she cried again. "I need it. No comprende? You must!"
She slammed back against him driving his cock deeper into the sloppy hole. With her own hand she guided his to her ass, forcing him to press the glowing red tip against her flesh. There was a long "sssst" and the pungent odor of burning flesh. The girl cried out and her twat enfolded Alex's cock like a glove, increasing the friction a dozen times.
"Again," she demanded. "Again!" She was using her hands to drive her ass back to impale herself on his rod.
Mechanically, he pushed the cigarette into the rounded softness of her butt. She screamed with joy, redoubling the ferocity of her attack. Once more and her cunt lips tightened in a strangle hold on his cock, holding his burning semen in him until he thought he would burst, then sucking the surging stream of white with greedy intensity as it purged her passage.
She lay there, shivering, as Alex dressed. "Thank you," she mumbled.
Alex didn't say anything. He was drained and shocked. He had enjoyed it. It terrified him that the cruelty left him filled, not with shame, but with relief and pleasure. Almost as if he looked forward to doing it again.
Something, he vowed to himself, that would never happen again.
"He made me like this," the girl said. "Manuel. He did this to me."
Hesitantly, Alex touched one of the fresh burns on her ass. She flinched, but didn't try to move away. His fingers riffled the hair between her legs and gently stroked the swollen lips of her vagina.
The girl shivered, stretched her legs rigid. "Can't you stay just a little longer?" she pleaded. "Por favor!"
"No," Alex said. "No." And he whirled and fled the room before he gave in to his weakness and said yes.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Time had ceased to have meaning for Renee and Fran. Only Manuel's comings and goings marked changes in their routine that they could recognize as time.
Each time it was the same. Before the shot, the Mexican would fuck them brutally.
Renee swallowed, feeling her saliva gulped down her throat moving like a large, fuzzy tennis ball. Now, she didn't know how she could live without heroin, without the needle.
Hopefully she watched the door, craning her head. She was so accustomed to the straps that she didn't try to move her bound hand and foot anymore. It was automatic to work around them.
God! It had been a long time since Manuel had come. Her lips were dry, but Renee felt the perspiration dotting her face and body. Once, earlier, Manuel had been late. Renee thought then she was going to die. But now it was worse, much worse.
"Manuel! Manuel!" Fran was writhing on her own bed, sobbing the Mexican's name as her anguish rose. At first the two women talked. They seldom spoke to each other anymore.
What was there to say, Renee wondered bitterly. Either they were in pink clouds at the beginning of a trip, or they were in agony. Friendship had become unimportant to her, to both of them.
Renee almost cried with joy when the door opened and Manuel came into the room.
Moving without fuss, he unfastened Fran and then came over and took the straps off Renee. "You both can go now," he said grandly.
Fran and Renee both stood, naked and trembling, afraid to believe their ears.
"Go on," Manuel smiled at them. "Little ones, run home to mother."
Staring at each other, Fran and Renee both started sobbing at once. Tears of joy, sorrow, and of frustration. At last the nightmare had come to an end.
Grabbing Fran's hand blindly with hers, Renee started backing toward the door, afraid to thrust the pimp long enough to turn her back. It was a trick, she thought, and steeled herself for the shock of finding the door locked.
But the latch clicked firmly when she turned the handle. Peering outside in the corridor, Renee saw no one.
"Come on, Fran," she cried happily, "we're going home!"
"Haven't you forgotten something?"
Manuel took the hypodermic needle out of his pocket and held it up to the light. "A good-bye kiss, maybe."
Renee felt her resolve slipping away. "Come on, Fran," she urged. But the older woman just stood and shivered, her eyes frozen to that clear cylinder of liquid the Mexican was holding.
"Fran?"
The blonde woman shook Renee's hand free and began to edge back toward Manuel. Her eyes were glued on the jolt that he held in his hand.
Renee tried to resist. To break the spell. She knew that she had to leave Fran. She had to leave that room and run down the hall to the street and freedom.