He tugged his finger momentarily from her wetly heated inner tunnel and spread even wider the ragged pink lips of her empty cunt. Then he pushed his face against it, his tongue sinking inside, licking hungrily at her wetly perfumed vaginal slash, lapping at her oozing vaginal juices and swallowing everything eagerly down, relishing the taste of her femininity.
Judy opened her mouth, wanting to cry out against all this, but all that came from her throat was a soulful whine—a moan. She was writhing frenetically now, quivering at his agonizing touch, slamming the whole of her lust-heated loins solidly against the small man’s anxious face, inundating his mustache with her juices.
Her body was empty even with his tongue licking away at her, and she was inwardly aching for more, aching to feel a penis driving inside her. It was the only thing that would answer the lustful torturing sensations raging hotly in depths of her writhing, naked belly. She needed to be fucked!
Bert used his hands to grip her two ankles as he came up for air and settled back on his knees. With a single twist he made Judy roll over on her belly, and then commanded, “Up on your knees, Miss Borgen.”
Judy instantly obeyed. She would have done anything and everything possible to curb the frenzied need rippling incessantly in the depths of her wanton vagina. The alfalfa mattress was soft, so soft she almost felt the floor through it as it gave with her weight. Still, she gripped the edges securely, bracing herself as she rose to her elbow and knees, her naked white buttocks waving like a signal flag, semaphoring a message of lust to the tiny man now on his knees behind her.
Bert gripped the soft flesh of the lovely woman’s rounded buttocks and dug his fingers into them, hoisting her up and turning her wetly glistening vagina up at an even more acute angle. Judy felt one hand slip away from her vagina, and then realized he was spreading the soft, pliable lips of her cunt even farther apart.
Bert looked down at his slenderly throbbing little wand, poised as it was, a mere inch from the opening of Judy’s pink-lipped pussy. Never once taking his eyes off his rigid staff, he watched with glee as the rubbery head slowly but surely moved closer and closer to her teeming pussy, millimeter by millimeter. Her vaginal lips quivered in anticipation, waiting, aching, needing, yet hating the man for having done this to her.
The skinny little man with the mustache eased himself forward onto the tensed body of the young parole officer as she remained on her hands and knees. Eagerly his pulsating cock touched the lips of her vagina, and then slowly but surely slipped into the tightness of her sucking pussy, parting the tenderly soft pubic hairs with the skinny little tip of his throbbing penis. The moment the head pushed between her inner labia and probed into her vaginal tightness, the resilient folds of her flowing cunt closed tightly over the bulbous tip, making him hold it there, immobile. It was barely inside her, and Bert Karnstein knew this was going to be the greatest lay of his life, though he had only one other cunt with which to compare this pussy. He remained on his knees, rocking his cock back and forth, teasing her, intensifying the uncontrollable desire continuing to build in her wantonly wiggling body.
Jesus H. Christ! What a tight, fucking pussy! He found it difficult to believe there was a cunt in the whole world tighter than that of Judy Borgen. It felt so delightful gripping his aching cock, squeezing it like a strong fist, tugging and yanking him that much deeper into the sucking interior of her anxiously devouring vaginal grotto.
Bert maintained his rigidly long penis inside her for several minutes, a mere inch or two of it nestled in the wet tightness of her vaginal passageway. He continued rocking it in and out of her, a little at a time, driving the lovely woman insane with the insistence of his rhythmic strokes. The tightly clasping walls of her shuddering vagina seemed to have come to life, constantly throbbing, pulsating, gripping at the length of his invading maleness, desperately trying to tug the length of it into her narrow, shamelessly aroused passageway. His teasing was driving Judy out of her mind.
“Ohhhh, ahhhh. I can’t stand it anymore!” she cried out. “I can’t stand it! Fuck me! Please… please… fuck me… fuck me deep… fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she groaned in desperation, her mind spinning wildly out of control. Judy was well aware of why she was feeling this way but she felt no affection for Bert Karnstein, nor did she blame Al Bombannente. If it hadn’t been Al, if would eventually have been some other male who would have brought her repressed sexuality to the surface. The lovely young woman’s constant plea acted as a goad to the heavily perspiring skinny little man kneeling behind her, and he no longer cared about taking his time taunting, or teasing. Now nothing counted other than feeling the pleasure his penis would receive ramming into the depths of her starving inner feminine tunnel.
With a quick, smooth snap of his hips, the little man sank his slender wand to the hilt into Judy’s aching vagina, slamming his loins solidly forward until his weighty balls slapped between her thighs. Judy gasped out loud, unleashing an animal cry of totally wanton pleasure, then panted even more heavily as he began moving his tiny cock in and out all the more rapidly. Oh God! She wished the penis were longer so it would be able to reach to the deepest part of her. Still the savage way he was driving in and out of her trembling body thrilled her as he tried sinking his little wang farther into her quaking belly. Her entire physical self was jerking in total obscene abandonment, a constant cry escaping from her half-open lips, her face a mask of contorted features looking primitive with savage lust as insanely raging desires took total control of her quivering body. Heavy beads of perspiration ran down her smoothly naked thighs and mingled with other rivulets of heavy sweat pouring from the body of Bert Karnstein.
“Huuunnnnhhhh!” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes, harder, harder, harderrr… slam it into me harder… and deeper!”
The anguished woman was completely mindless of the fact that she was being observed by seven other men. She continued chanting and begging Bert to ram his cock that much harder and deeper into her.
Bert had known Ann to be a wild woman, but Ann was tame compared to the female parole officer he was presently fucking. The bitch was so aflame, she seemed ready to explode. He yelled, “You asked for it, honey, so here it comes!”
Bert groaned, grasping the fleshy curve of her pouting pelvis, tugging hairs loose in the process as he forced her to thrust her body all the harder toward his loins. This caused her to cry out all the more shrilly as she was thrillingly skewered on what little length he had. He thrilled to the raw, smooth flesh of her soft vagina tightly clenching and unclenching in perfect time with his violently plundering thrusts. It sucked heatedly on the short, slender length of his tiny cock. The beautiful woman’s breasts were being pushed into the alfalfa mattress, mashed, while her buttocks continued to obscenely wave in the air. Her eyes and nostrils widely flared like those of a crazed animal.
For all his shortness of size, Bert Karnstein was a strong man, and he reached under Judy and lifted her bodily off the mattress as she continued to push back solidly against him, forcing every iron-solid inch of his short, white shaft deeper and deeper into her squeezing belly.
The hot eyes of their staring audience were wide with astonishment as everyone watched the glistening little poker continually slithering in and out of the tightness of Judy’s squeezing pussy.
“Attaboy Bert, give it to her good!” one of the men cheered out loud amidst the partings of the others.
Judy knew she was rapidly nearing her orgasm, and though she hated the man giving it to her, she needed that climax very much. Her wildly gyrating buttocks swung uncontrollably from side to side in a madly savage passion as the man’s slender but powerful arms—muscles bunched and rippling under his skinniness —tugged her writhing ass all the harder against his nearly bursting, lust-inflamed penis.