His rough tongue darted between her even white teeth, exploring the inner recesses of her mouth. When he took his head from hers for a moment, he said to her, “I hope you enjoy my rangy breath, Miss Borgen. I just finished eating Ann’s pussy before coming here, and I’m sure the flavor is being passed on to you.”
Judy struggled, doing her best to pull away, trying hard to break his grip, but Bert clung tightly to her with his sweaty hands clamping them, like vises onto her forearms, pinching the muscles so painfully she felt the circulation starting to slow in her hands and wrists. He was kissing her chin and neck now, then his mouth slowly moved down the white expanse of her lovely chest.
The horrified woman felt her blood running cold in her veins as Bert Karnstein’s voraciously sucking mouth neared the fleshy swell of her lovely, agitated breasts. Another instant passed, and they were heatedly clamped around the pinkish-brown halos surrounding her nipples. His hungrily slick tongue glistened as it swirled noisily across the hardening tips of her two quivering mammaries. His sharp teeth were biting, not at all playfully, on her swollen nipples, enjoying the rubbery sensation.
God! She felt as if she were being treated like some depraved prostitute. All she had done was try and bring a little sunshine into the life of two of her parolees, and for this she had to pay because she had misjudged this man. He was pure evil itself. He deserved to be put away once and for all. If there was ever a way to put him back in prison, she would go out of her way to put on his record that no way should he ever be considered for a parole. Judy was only slightly aware of being maneuvered toward the alfalfa mattress.
She was still on her feet, but the room seemed to be spinning, a whirling, dizzying kaleidoscope of horrible faces and colors heightened by the red color coming from the overhead heaters. Her feet were suddenly backed against the mattress, and with a hard shove from Albert Karnstein, she suddenly found herself being shoved, falling back across the mattress, the skirt she was wearing bunching up around her slender waist. Losing her balance, she found herself flat on her back, and the skinny little man with the almost-kinky black hair and the short, black mustache seemed to tower over her for the moment, looking more like a giant than the shrimp he was. True, his chest was muscular in spite of his skinniness, but that was because of the rough treatment he had undergone in prison, being used like a woman by all the studs.
“Please don’t… please…” Judy whimpered, her voice futilely pleading. She, herself, knew that all the begging in the world would go unheeded by this horrible monster she had tried to reform. Nothing was going to stop him, now.
Bert leaned forward and lay on top of her, nibbling at the fullness of her breasts. Then he began licking a path down her belly, smiling, intent on letting her feel a little of his oral expertise. All the pussy eating he had done with Ann had, he felt, turned him into an expert cuntlapper.
He licked all the way down her right leg to her dimpled knee, then reversed direction and began working his way up, up, up… stopping just short of the flimsy panties at the intersection of her firm, fearfully trembling thighs. He was tasting nylon, and he hated that, and realized she was wearing pantyhose. With some quick pulls, he yanked the pantyhose from her and began licking her bare white flesh. Judy tried fighting the feeling starting to mount in her, for in spite of the horror taking place, arousal was starting to course its way through her. Still, she didn’t want to give this rotten animal the satisfaction of seeing her respond to his lustful advances.
In spite of her intentions, the lovely woman found herself rapidly losing control of herself. She started moaning as the man’s hot lips began nibbling steadfastly in one spot, mere inches away from the sparsely haired furrow of her vagina, protected only by a thin strip of blue panty crotch. His wicked hands slid easily over her tautly smooth belly now as he loosened her skirt and pulled it down over her hips. She didn’t struggle any longer. All that stood between her cunt and his mouth right now were her panties.
His hands slid across her body and fastened on her jutting breasts, squeezing with his open palms and pinching her tender flesh in ridges between his fingers.
Judy’s mind was reeling. She had been prepared for the worst—for agonizing pain from a man as evil as this one, for abject humiliation and sordid degradation, but she had not expected this. Ann had apparently taught him something of the art of seduction, and he was using this knowledge on her, now.
The female parole officer’s legs were parting of their own volition, opening up and revealing the richness of her wetly pink slit which, even though covered by her blue panties, was easily visible to Bert’s hungry stare since her panties were made of such transparent nylon.
Her rich, pink cunt looked like a long sought after treasure to him, and he inhaled the richness of her interior fragrance, enjoying it.
“You even smell better than Ann,” he told her.
“Go on Bert,” one of the other men laughingly yelled, “She’s split her thighs for you. Go on and eat! That’s what she’s begging you to do. Eat, man!”
“Take those panties off!” Bert ordered, and Judy knew she had no alternative but to do as he ordered.
Her hands slid down the sides of her body, and she tugged her panties down, pulling them off. She was surprised at the gentleness of Bert Karnstein’s hands brushing apart the softly curling hairs of her tender vagina, using his thumbs to spread the heatedly wet layers of inner flesh. He leaned forward at the same time and without warning suddenly clamped his hungry mouth over the pink, pearl-shaped bud of her clitoris.
“Aaaiiiyyyaaagghhh!”
Judy’s entire body suddenly arched off the mattress, inwardly shattered with a searing blast of animal desire she was unable to control. It wasn’t that Bert Karnstein was such a great lover as he supposed. Her body had been awakened to the true need for sex by Al Bombannente, and the two of them hadn’t gotten it on together since the previous Sunday morning. Here it was Wednesday night. Her body was more than starved for sex, it was in dire need of it.
Again Bert began the tormented nibbling of her tender clitoris, while at the same time his hands were anxiously massaging the flat of her tender white belly.
“Ohhhh… hhhhuuuunnnhbhh… please… please… please… more, more, more…” she begged.
But her cry was more than one of anguished helplessness. It was a plea that thrilled Bert Karnstein, making him think his was the greatest cuntlapping mouth in existence. His quivering tongue began snaking into the depths of her heatedly wet, womanly tunnel, worming between the soft, almost-soluble inner walls, slurping out the juices she was emitting, then licking along the wet furrow outside until he was lapping at her clitoris. One of his hands was shoved underneath her, rubbing the two rounded cheeks of her bouncing butt, one of his fingers pressing against the puckered ring of her anus. The other hand was climbing back up to the damp slit of her widely stretched vagina, and on reaching it, he slid his outstretched middle finger easily into the warm shelter of her violently trembling vagina, pushing back the tight, fleshy walls that closed so heatedly around it.
“Christ, Miss Borgen, you have to have the tightest pussy I’ve ever fingered,” Bert gasped, as if he were an expert on vaginas instead of having touched only one other one. “Man, it’s gonna be something to pump into this hot cunt of yours.”