"Oooooooohh… please… pleeeaaasssseee!" she moaned, her mouth half-open, her eyes still tightly shut. The tears had ceased to stream down her reddened cheeks, and her head was tossed back, her auburn hair trailing over her bare shoulders and onto her back. "Please stop! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
I'll bet this is the first time she's ever been eaten, laughed Marty. Well, I'll have to do a real good job!
Pleased with himself, he stepped up the pace of his hungry ravishment of her treasured crevice, his tongue alternating between the pulsing nub of her clitoris and the sensitive, fleshy flanges of her burning young pussy. He had a tight grip on her, holding her firmly in place, and he could feel her naked body shivering spasmodically as her hips ground faster and faster back against his swirling tongue.
Ginny's quivering, naked ass ground harder and faster as she shoved her hips back to meet his tongue's delicious probing; though she fought it with every particle of resistance her reeling brain could muster, she knew she was rapidly losing control.
"Oh, damn… it feels so good! Oh, I can't take any more! Please!" she choked, rivulets of perspiration running down her spine and draining down the widespread furrow of her buttocks.
Marty knew he had her right where he wanted her; she was his to do with as he pleased – nothing could stop him now.
With one last electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting grip on her lust-swollen clitoris, and raised his head to look over his helpless captive one more time. Her whole body continued to shiver, her hips grinding in their same, steady rhythm, and a low mournful gasp slipped from her throat.
"Oooooohhh, please… don't stop…" she moaned unconsciously. "Don't stop now! I was almost there!"
His face smeared with a leering grin, Marty brought his ominous shaft up into position, poised at the fleshy entrance to her hot, moist passage, the blood-filled knob brushing the pink softness of her hair-lined vaginal flanges just slightly.
Ginny's whirling mind suddenly snapped back to a fleeting jolt of frightening reality, and she realized only too well how close she was to consciously giving herself to this man. "No! Not that… I won't let you! I won't!" she screamed.
Heedless of her tortured pleas, Marty buried his thick, hardened prick to its hairy base in the warm wetness of her pussy-tunnel, ramming it to the hilt with one snap of his hips. The soft pink walls rippled aside in waves of delicious ecstasy as his thick shaft filled her young passage completely, spreading her fleshy vaginal lips wide as he rammed his eager cock deep into her belly.
"Oooooowwww!!" she moaned, her tender passage on fire as his huge cudgel pierced her painfully, impaling her agonizingly on his heavy spear. "Oh, please… Please!"
Her cries were like fuel for the fire that Marty could feel in his own loins, and he slammed his bulky cock into her narrow, constrictive passage again and again.
Christ, what a tight little pussy! I'd swear she was cherry if she hadn't been married! Oh, baby, you're too much… Too much!
With both hands, he reached around her soft thighs and grabbed her bare legs, lifting her slightly for an even better angle. He heard her gasp for breath as his hard prick drove even deeper into the innocent depths of her young, quivering belly; he could tell he was in virgin territory, and it made him feel good to know her old man was less endowed, unable to find just the right spot way down in the bottom of her tight young pussy to drive her out of her mind. She was undeniably his now, and he aimed to give her a fucking she'd never forget!
"Come on, baby, back up on it! Suck it up in there real nice!" he shouted.
His words made the forbidden, lascivious excitement seem even more intense, and she found herself grinding back harder and harder onto his thick impaling shaft, rocking her naked hips from side to side as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper in her defenseless womb. Every inward thrust brought new ripples of wicked desire coursing through her ravaged body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat beneath her, but her smooth rounded buttocks still waved high in the air, grinding upward to meet his plundering lunges with slow, delicious movements of her own.
His swollen, throbbing prick felt like a baseball bat shoved up inside her stretched, tender passage, but there was no longer any searing pain – just overwhelming waves of undiluted animal passion that swept over her in a warm surging tide.
Marty reached under her flat, sweat-soaked pelvis, and lifted her higher, slamming his stiff, aching penis deeper and deeper in the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened channel. His fleshy spear slipped in and out of her clasping sheath easily, well lubricated with her thermal juices that seeped from her puckered pussy-lips and trickled down her smooth, supple thighs.
He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiff member from her clutching tunnel until only the bulbous tip remained between her taut, stretched pussy-lips. Like a hungry, greedy mouth, her moist fleshy lips held the swelled knob of his cock tightly inside the warm shelter of her moist, cuntal passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening shaft of his long, thick penis to slide from their voracious grip. There could be no doubt about it now – she was his, and only seconds away from complete and lascivious abandonment.
"Oh, God… don't stop! Don't stop! That's it… Harder… Harder…! HARDER!! PLEASE HARDER!"
Marty knew the end was close, and with every ounce of strength left in his body, he pounded violently into her young, eager pussy, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in a desperate effort to hold back the seething flood filling his balls so painfully he thought they'd explode.
Just one more deep, grinding thrust… one more!
"Oh, damn… I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't stop! Aaaaaagggghhhhh…! Oooooooooohhhhhh…" she chanted unconsciously below him.
Marty slammed his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her wildly grinding buttocks, burying his throbbing prick right up to the hilt in the wet, juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt, and with a loud, gasping cry of relief, felt his hot, surging sperm course along the length of his painfully swollen cock and explode in a torrent of hot, sticky liquid far up into her belly, filling her young, hungry hole for the first time in seven long, agonizing months.
Ginny felt her muscles loosen from her toes right up to her head, as the surging throes of her climax ran their devastating course, her ravished passage hungrily gulping up every precious drop of the man's life-giving load as it pumped into her in spurt after spurt of hot, searing ecstasy.
He released his grip on her thighs, dropping her back onto the sofa, and she fell forward, collapsing in a heaving, gasping heap across the tattered cushions.
Marty's rapidly deflating prick slipped from her taut, juice-soaked sheath with a lewd sucking sound as she fell forward, leaving behind a trail of sticky white semen that dangled for a moment from the end of his rubbery knob, hanging lifelessly between his bulky, hair-covered thighs, then dripped onto the sofa in a tiny wet puddle.
He reached for his undershorts, and wiped his limp prick clean with them, blotting up the lurid mixture of his own sperm and Ginny's love-juices from his dangling, leathery balls and tossing the soiled undergarment aside.
"Baby, the job's yours if you want it," he said after a long pause. "I'll see to that."
Ginny pulled herself up from the sofa, and collected her clothes from the floor where they'd fallen, moving slowly and gingerly to ease the throbbing pain between her legs.
Oh, God, what have I done! What has happened to me!? Have I turned into some sort of tramp? Oh, how will I ever tell Fred about this? I'll die first! I'll die!
CHAPTER THREE
Twenty-four hours did a lot to ease the agony of that long hour in Bondman's seedy office, and Ginny Dennison was far better equipped to deal with the memories rationally than when she had come home alone, her face reddened and streaked with tears, the afternoon before.