He fucked me. I fucked him back. We fucked each other.
I squealed and drummed my heels on the bed when his tight furry balls gushed their sperm deep into the receptacle for the masculine offering. I urged and thrust it onto his hard spurting length.
He had given me tenderness, sweetness of lips and tongue, and he had given me a glorious climax. And now he had given me the delightful knowledge that the way of a man and a woman is good, good, that there is no feeling so totally and completely wonderful and secure and soothing as that great thick tool of a man lunging and thrusting into a woman's belly. And… and he gave me this:
Another orgasm!
For I came when he did. Perhaps it was not so fiery and nerve-shattering an eruption as my previous one. Perhaps it was mostly in my mind; the thought of having been poked and plowed and rummaged, and now shot full of hot liquid sperm in the chamber designed for it. But it was good; a lovely sweet shuddering climax.
I stretched out my arms to him when he rose, gasping, from my sweaty body. I felt the moist kiss of his drooping emblem of maleness as it dragged away over my belly. Then it had vanished within the robe he bad never removed.
"Don't… go…"
He left. There was a sob in my throat as I turned on my side to stare at the door. Then I saw that he had left the brandy bottle. I snatched it up and gulped and gulped, burning my throat. It had not been done in love, I thought wretchedly, despite his tenderness. He merely used me, without even removing his clothes. Then he left me, as if I were… a whore. Leaving behind, instead of a few bills, this bottle. In payment for the virginal charms he ravaged from me!
I was lying there feeling sorry for myself when the door opened and Miles entered.
I was too enfumed with the brandy, too downcast at having been used and abandoned by Erik, to resist more than a little. But I did resist, preferring the illusion of love, one man, to what this second man meant: whoredom. Prostitution. Use.
He slapped me so hard I bounced on the bed and saw bright lights and felt my jaw twitching convulsively at the pain. Fighting was too much trouble, and I didn't like the punishments it brought me. I lay still, whimpering. He bent. His hands clamped to my naked body. He lifted, pinching and drew me up from the bed. I thought I was to be kissed.
Instead he flipped me carelessly over and dropped me on my stomach. Instantly my buttocks flinched and the channel between them started again to smart and burn, for I was sure he was going to drive himself into it again. I was wrong.
He came onto the bed, forcing my legs apart and kneeling between them. I raised myself on my elbows, trying to roll over. He slapped one jiggly cheek of my rump lad placed a hand flat in the center of my back. I grunted as he thrust me down. I whimpered, digging my fingers into the sheet.
He fell onto my back, cushioning his hard body on the softness of my rump's plump pillows and I raised my head to emit a cry. "Aaahhh-aahhhh-a-a-a-aahhhhh!" Then he anchored his big angry poker of flesh in my so-recently opened vagina in a series of hard, massive thrusts that jarred my entire body. "Unh! Ah! Oh uuunnhhh!!" I grunted and cried out, writhing beneath him, angered at being thus taken, entered, used… like a dog!
My buttocks quivered jelly-like beneath the repeated slaps of his hairy pelvis. His groin battered their satiny textures mercilessly. I could feel the tightness of his furry scrotum thumping against the top of my ravaged vaginal lips… the bottom, now, since I lay on my stomach. They slapped me rhythmically, as he slapped my soft inner walls with the lust-engorged knob of his driving organ. He circled it within me, twisting his hips and making me flinch and groan and sob as he sought to widen me more and more and still more, battering cringing inner walls that had only just, for the first time, felt their first hot invasion: Erik's.
Now I knew, by contrast, how tender Erik had been. For Miles was brutal. He was raping me in truth, and from behind to add to my feeling of a thing to be used. Suddenly he popped it forth. I screamed as it thumped hard against the puckered little entry to my back.
"Nommmm… no no no no no-o-o-o-ooooh!!!"
Yes.
It slipped in. I had, after all, been made quite adequately ready for entry there! It had been less than two days since I had been kept full there for an hour and longer, by Erik's command. Now Miles rose to his knees behind me, between my flinching, tightening thighs, and rammed it brutally in and out of my ass.
"Aaarrrrhhhhhhahrhhggg-hhh!" I shrieked again, when he jerked it out. Without missing a beat in his hunching, he rammed it again between the soft lips of my now far-from virginal pussy. I was limp on the bed, clutching it in restlessly writhing fingers.
Yet… I was unable not to… to move… wiggling… wincing, yes, but… totally unable… not to… respond…! As though divorcing itself from my mind's control, my body thrust itself back to meet and enclose the big hard shaft that skewered me so avidly and brutally from behind. My shame and humiliation were complete at last! I knew that I was what my mother had always told me was so terribly evil and dangerous, both to herself and the men she tempted and dragged down: a whorishly sex-loving woman!
My movements, naturally, encouraged him to increase the power and depth of his shattering hammering lunges onto me. Each long hard thrust crammed my bruised labia back into the quivering cleft they framed, as though his terrible sword of lust were bent on burying them within rue forever. His hips and pelvis slammed and slapped bard and loud into the twin bubbles of my bottom. His feverishly inflamed tool pumped me, deeply, sliding far within me, accompanied by the sound of another slap of his hips against the squirming hills of my backside. Each time he forced his rigid length to impale, as deeply as possible, the tight hot hole of my belly. Gliding, gliding, gliding in me.
He was wallowing in me, reveling in the wide-open hole of my loins, lunging and plunging, spurred by my availability and helplessness and the snug warmth of the slot that Erik opened for his ease. At the very last moment he again jerked it out, making me cry out and lunge backward, for I did not want him to leave…
"Ee e e e e-e-e-e-y-y-yy-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-ah!"
I impaled my own rectum on the great shaft just as it started to spew forth its liquid lust! My scream was loud in the room, from the sudden hot plunge up into my unwary asshole.
Having finished with me, he rose and left. I did not even look up from the bed.
ENTRY FORTY-EIGHT
I slept. Lois woke me, bringing food… a small amount. She did not touch me, nor did she speak… I avoided her glance, but there was no scorn, in her eyes.
The moment she had escorted me to the bathroom and back, standing there while I performed the natural functions I needed so desperately, Erik returned. I was putty that he manipulated, kneeling rue down on the floor, leaning forward over the bed. He caressed himself in both available furrows of my body, as Miles had, and left without a word. I crawled into the bed and slept. For hours. Miles came. Miles fell on me and fucked me. Miles left. I slept, leaking semen from my well-probed orifices. I was awakened by Erik's hand on my shoulder. I curled a little, feeling warm and sleepy and cuddly. Looking up at him, I frowned. He wore trousers and shirt and silk scarf knotted loosely about his neck, and short buckled boots.
In silence, he took my arm. I went along, naked and shaky. He darted the shower and left the bathroom. I showered, mechanically, directing my attention to the orifices they had pumped full of semen. They were tender. The soap stung I shivered and moaned.
Emerging, I toweled carefully and went to the door. I had forgotten any shame at my nudity. It had become my natural state. Erik waited outside the door.
"Are you ready to go home?"
I stared. "Yes," I said mechanically, feeling the sudden speeding thutter of my heartbeats. Home? Leave? Voluntarily, he was letting me go? The little thought came: but I haven't…