Why not? her tranquilized mind asked. Why not go down there, knock on his door and offer her mouth for his pleasure. The Swedish pride melted with hot desire. Yes, yes, damn it, she would do just that. All he could do was refuse, and she believed, needed to believe that Roger would never refuse her. He was her man.
She slipped out of bed, pulled her robe over her floor length nightgown and ran a comb through her hair and, opening the window, for a breath of fresh air, drew in a deep breath for courage, and left the door slightly ajar after her…
"Now kneel," Roger commanded, grabbing impatiently at her hips and helping her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her firmly rounded young buttocks shoved high and vulnerable in the air, waving temptingly before him like a flag before a maddened bull. In the dim light, he could see that the moistly pouting little lips of her pussy were puckered in invitation as she leaned forward, resting her head on the opposite arm of the sofa, her softly fleshed little ass jutting up at him completely unguarded and available to use as he wished. Sandy's reddened eyes were glazed with the ravishment her body had endured, and her pulse quickened at the thrilling prospect of this man's steel-hard cock imbedded once again deeply inside the hungrily quivering walls of her pussy.
Suddenly, her dream-like anticipation was shattered as she felt the insistent probing of Roger's fully erect cock at her backside… not at the moist, eagerly waiting lips of her cunt, but at her anus!
Uncertain, she waved the trembling half-moons of her roundly fleshed buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt, swollen head of his cock pushing in against the tiny puckered hole of her rectum.
"Roger, darling, not there, please," she pleaded, not knowing of her landlord's fetish. "You're too big. You'll split me in half!"
There was no answer from Roger, but in the fleeting instant before the searing pain blanked her thoughts completely, she was certain she heard a muffled chuckle from somewhere behind her. His only other response was immediate and to the point… with a grunt, he shoved his powerful loins forward increasing the already intolerable pressure against the tightly clenched little rectum.
Abruptly, without warning, the anal ring bent inward – hot hotly throbbing thick pole invaded her tiny rear passage in one vicious lunge and almost a half of the long rigid length of his cock disappeared up into her hideously stretched anal mouth.
Sandy attempted to crawl forward, yelling in surprise and agony, "Awwwww, please! You're hurting me! It hurts, pull it out. Please, Roger, please!"
"No, baby, I'm not going to take it out… but you've got the tightest asshole I've ever felt." He laughed lewdly and grabbed the fleshy rims of her hips like a couple of handles and forced her frantically thrashing buttocks back against him with all his strength, gasping in pain himself as his massive staff sank to the hilt in the warm anal passage. His balls swung forward and slapped against her dripping wet pussy, brushing ever so gently against the sensitive ragged lips just below the obscenely-stretched rim of her rectal lips, where his pole-thick cock was plundering her mercilessly.
He gripped her so tightly that the tortured girl was unable to jerk away from this incredible agony. It was as if the blunt end of the softball bat had been somehow rammed up between her open buttocks, shoved far up inside her belly until her stomach tightened with nausea from the excruciating pain…
With her ear to the door and her knuckles white from knocking, Margaret Sorenson clutched at her bathrobe with the other hand, her mind reeling with confusion and a drug-induced stupor. He was in there, she insistently reasoned, but he wasn't answering the door. Maybe he had fallen asleep in front of the television set, she hoped, grasping at air. She didn't, couldn't believe that he wouldn't let her in if he were at home. No, that would be too painful to believe. Margaret set the door arattle with one final knock, before padding down the hall in her fleecy slippers, her head downcast and her spirits plundered. She took the carpeted stairway – faded and worn through to the burlap lining, half dragging herself up the stairs to her apartment and there opened the window and slipped out to the fire escape. Roger's living room window was accessible from the fire escape, she knew from past experience.
The metal was cold on her feet, even through her slippers. Carefully, she guided her hand along the icy railing and descended down one flight of barred steps that cut into he tender feet. As she neared Roger's living room window she could plainly hear moaning sounds. Yes! He was watching television. Her spirits soared until she was close enough to peak in. The she saw it – graphically.
"Oh, please, please, Roger, pull it out! I can't take it any more… please, I'll do anything you ask. I'll suck your cock, do anything, please, but not this, I'm splitting apart!"
The words sunk into Margaret's consciousness like a brandished sword. Closing her eyes against the tear-inciting sight, she watched as Roger, her man, fucked a young girl in the buttocks. A clammy hand flew to Margaret's mouth and she stood on the fire escape reeling, holding onto the railing for fear of loosing her balance. The emotional pain seared her heart, and a growing ball of nausea swept over her body, warming her stomach, then her throat. When it hit her, she couldn't hold back. Bracing her arms on the lifeless railing, she let the sorrows, the loss, and the agonies of a lost love spill over the railing to the empty streets below. A figure in the night, she pulled herself up to the third floor where her lace curtains danced in the window, inviting her to her self-chosen solitude.
Tomorrow she would think about what she had seen. Tonight she must rest. Margaret put her robe to rest on the bedpost and slipped into the cold sheets, then picked up the picture of Sandor and kissed it before turning off the light…
Down below the lewd vignette continued. Roger was deaf to Sandy's pleas, his eyes were wide with astonished disbelief as he watched his thick white cock slide back and forth, first back until just the swollen tip alone remained between the tightly stretched band of her anus, then forward again, inch by throbbing inch, until all of his long hard shaft was nestled deep inside her hotly constrictive hole. The feeling was incredible! It was as if a warm hand covered in soft brown velvet had grabbed his throbbing penis and was pulling it far up inside the helpless girl's belly.
Like a man possessed, he rammed his rock-hard rod of flesh home harder and harder, pushing aside the tender pink walls of her rectum as he shoved his massive cock as far as it could go up into her heatedly quivering belly. As if torn by demons, he plowed into her backside again and again, his whole body trembling with the fury of his unnatural lust.
But for Sandy, something weird and wonderful was happening, a change was taking place that was transforming this barbarous act from excruciating pain into a wildly exciting delicious pleasure. Slowly, her pain and fear were being replaced with the overwhelming feeling of total and absolute subjugation, total ravishment at the hands of this near-stranger. The mental picture of her quivering young buttocks being so ruthlessly plundered incited spasm of forbidden pleasure throughout her nakedly writhing body. The unanswered hunger in her belly began to rage out of control again, and she started to undulate her buttocks in tiny teasing circles, squeezing with her strong rectal muscles at the impaling shaft imbedded so hotly inside her, milking eagerly at the long fleshy cock savagely boring into her from behind. She wanted to drain it, to fill her heretofore virginal little anal orifice with this man's seething load, to feel his hot sticky flood fill her rectum until cum ran in torrents down her sweat-soaked thighs. She had never been sodomized like this before; always, somehow, she had been able to talk her way out of it, whenever one of her lovers had suggested it.