Then all thought was whipped away as she heard him croon with delight and gasp as he began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her back passage.
Larreau couldn't contain the groans of delight escaping him as he felt the warm soft flesh of her flattened, full buttocks pressing tightly against his loins. He thrust forward into the tightly puckered and now obscenely stretched mouth of her passage, simultaneously sliding his hand down underneath and between her thighs to her opened cuntal slit, feeling the moisture from the smooth, fleshy lips seeping salaciously out to cover the softness of her pubic hair brushing teasingly against his testicles as they swung down between her legs. His eyes locked on the hardened shaft disappearing completely into the tight, wide-stretched oval opening between the twin white mounds of her helplessly quivering buttocks. He moaned again and drew it out slightly, watching with bated breath the tender pink flesh pulling out with it and then disappearing back inside with his inward thrust. His breathing increased, incited by the lewd lascivious spectacle, until once more he began plunging into her in a tempoed cadence, in and out, in and out, deep up into the warm clasping channel of her rectum.
Ginny dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip, and was surprised when the pain eased a bit, but even more so when a certain thread of arousal seemed to weave through her pain-wracked body… although it was still a mixture of hurtful discomfort and stimulation. She felt saturatingly wet between her buttocks and more debased than from anything he had ever subjected her to. Of course, it was significant, this depraved perversion he was inflicting upon her, but she couldn't fathom to what degree… or was it because she was refusing to face the truth… he was finished with her… breaking and destroying any last vestige toward decency she might still possess before putting her onto the street with the rest of his cochons… God, if she could only think straight, but each time she tried to concentrate he shattered the thought by a skin-splitting thrust that jolted her forward… until suddenly she realized that her body was voluntarily squirming back against his every ramming plunge… squirming back onto his fleshy stem that was meting out the punishment. Abruptly, she was aware of a certain masochistic pleasure. The pain had become weirdly erotic, and she was heaving backwards to meet the forward charge of his loins… undulating her body and moving her buttocks in tiny, lewd circles. In fact, she'd begun to feel quite excited through the pain… wanting his massive cock buried deeper and harder up into the channel of her ass, and she found herself reaching back beneath her thighs to scratch gently at his swinging balls, all of a sudden, turning her face sideways again just so he could see the new effect his sodomizing prick was having on her.
Kneeling above and behind her, Larreau continued to watch the reddish inflamed skin of the little round hole draw back with his cock, clutching it as if it didn't want it ever to come out. At first, the pressure on his shaft had been almost too much to bear, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the type of squeezing pressure that promised to draw the sperm right out of his balls with the ferocity of spewing molten metal at every stroke.
He stared at his white, vicious pole disappearing right up her satin-smooth, gyrating ass with each lunge. It submerged until not even a fraction of it was left unabsorbed, straining wildly in that snug, resistant channel, its spongy, turgid, lust-inflated head probing deep into her soft, quivering belly.
"Oooohhh, oooohhhhh," Ginny groaned as his pelvis slapped against the soft, resilient flesh of her twin white buttocks. The rampaging cudgel was the length of a ball-bat… and sunk to his balls in her numbed and weirdly tingling asshole. Dear Jesus, she was completely and helplessly impierced.
Larreau's balls throbbed and his cock cavorted as if it were about to burst each time he plunged into her; she was moaning and adding to his pressure with the movements of her ass and the hollowing of her back. He gaped at her passion-twisted profile as his lips bared back from his teeth. Her face was flushed a bright red, her head flailing from side to side and her long blonde hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like an insane woman… and she was gasping for more. Damn her! He'd never meant for her to enjoy it. The filthy, pig, bitch! Christ, how he wanted to cause her unbelievable agony! Goddamn her! He swore aloud and gouged his cock with a ramming thrust into her ass, leaving it there, listening to her whine as he brutally ground his pelvis in expanding circles, routing the already inflamed inner flesh of her passage with fiendishly cruel delight. "Ohhh… Ooohhhh, yes… yes," she whimpered to his dismay. "Fuck it, fuck it, damn you! Do anything you want to it! I love it… do you hear me? God, I love it!"
Larreau was suddenly losing his own sense of balance in his near fanatical attempt to increase her agony and desperately he tried to think of something yet more vicious he could inflict upon her to bring about his insanely mounting climax. Christ, he had to cum, else he'd go out of his Goddamned head! He had never meant that she would enjoy it… want it! The bitch! The dirty slut-bitch! Suddenly, he began to slap with brutal, alternating hands at the generous, wide-spread white mounds of her ass, crashing swats that echoed and re-echoed throughout the room.
"Wiggle it, you stinking cochon! Keep it moving and fuck me back, damn you, or I'll cut your heart out!" he screamed at her, his powerful opened little hands flailing in rhythmic, wild blows against the soft satiny flesh of her already angry-red ass cheeks.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Ginny cried and winced with every painful smack against her sensitive buttocks, a violent shudder rippling through her at this new demonical abasement. And even as he continued, she felt him withdraw his prick to the glans, then thrust it forward barbarically until his balls slapped with loaded heaviness against the flowered slit of her cunt in one long, racing stroke… and the combined sensations were forcing her into an unbelievable state of rapture.
"Go on, you monster! Fuck it! Beat me! Ram me! Any damned thing you want! I love it… you hear? Love it! Squirt your filthy cum in my ass! I want you to! I want you to!" she screamed back at him breathlessly.
Larreau's cock tingled as if charged with electric current; his balls were alive with fire. He'd tried to inflict unbearable pain upon her but she had accepted it and was asking for more! He couldn't believe it! And… and… and then, he realized that he was going to cum! He was going to shoot a torrent of sperm into her lovely white American ass… the ultimate subjugation… except that she wanted it… she wanted it! Damn her! But he'd never had a woman like her…! Christ, she was all that he'd ever wanted… wasn't she…?
His brain was a turmoil. Her sudden obscene response to his cruel beating and sodomy had suddenly inspired him like an infused satyr. He reached down and pulled her ass-cheeks wide apart, commencing to batter his pelvis against her soft, yielding, reddened buttocks with inhuman whaps that bounced off his own ear-drums. Perspiration from his sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back to make it glisten in the light. His breathing came in short, puffing gasps, his eyes locked on the whiteness of her quivering body that was slipping back over his plunging cock with the snug delight of a fitted velvet glove. Mon Dieu, he was losing all control over the situation, even as his great shaft was growing unbelievingly. His sac hung heavy with its bloated reservoir of sperm, and it had to be emptied soon or he'd burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.