F. Hemmingway - The kidnapped couple

She lay under him, petrified, accepting his painful caresses and brutal kiss… but she was afraid; the moment was close at hand… when he would be shoving that monster cock into her.

After a few moments, he realized her inaction… her lack of further response to him. I'll fix her… damn it! He knelt up, between her legs, grasped her legs just under the knees and spread her thighs wide, then moving forward, as far as possible, he settled back on his haunches, his cock's head just grazing the cameo-pink flesh of her cuntal furrow.

He dipped a finger into the viscid moisture bedewing her vaginal opening and spread it on the pulsing head of his cock, then deliberately, he guided it into the sensate slit, the bulbous head pressuring through it to slide, easily, and almost feather-light directly on the tiny erect bud of her clitoris. He moved slowly, delicately, knowing that it would generate intense sensations… so erotically powerful she wouldn't be able to resist.

Tremulously, her body responded, instinctively, her loins rising to meet his tantalizing cock's head, as he sawed it back and forth, lightly, up and down the short length of her throbbingly sensitive clitoris. Firmly, he held her thighs open while he teased at her pulsing, vibrant slit.

Lois began to moan under him, and her head began to flail from side to side, again. Her face was distorted with building passion.

… Then, when she was sure that he must be ready to plunge his monster cock into her, he left of the tormenting agitation… but it was only for a moment. Now, still haunched down between her legs, he was using his hands on her pussy. She felt him place his thumbs against the soft, trembling lips of her cunt and draw them slowly apart, exposing her innermost, secret passage to his salacious gaze. Damn! She's really nice and tight!

Holding her tremulant cunt-lips spread apart, he shoved his hips up until the head of his cock, blood-engorged and shiny red, made electric contact with the tender, coraline flesh of her vaginal passage. He didn't try to enter her. He just moved slowly back and forth, the very tip, only, going into her, teasingly, steadily.

"Oh! OOoohh! God!" she moaned, uncontrollably, as her hips ground up at him, in an attempt, now, to capture his tormenting cock. He's teasing m-me! Oh, God! I've got to… have it… inside m-me… now! She could no longer deny the reality of her need.

Harry watched her lovely, contorted face, as he continued to tantalize her wild, searingly hot cuntal opening with the head of his cock, satisfied that she was losing the battle with him… with herself.

Quickly, then, he shifted his position, coming down over her, his hips wedged in the angle of her thighs, his loins poised over her with his cock still working in the moistness of her flowered open cunt. He held himself aloft on brawny arms, still allowing only the head of his cock to stimulate her. Now, he began sawing up and down the length of her palpitating furrow, starting at the top, his bulbous cock's head pressuring down through it, to rub her clitoris, tormentingly, on down to the portal of her cunt where only a mere half-inch of the head tantalized the opening. He felt her countering hip-thrusts up against him, but he never allowed her to capture him, as he moved up high, again, to repeat the process almost endlessly.

God! It was such torment. He just hung there, above her, teasing her and Harry waited, patiently, for her to break.

It had gone on so long! She wanted him… needed him, now… and he was playing games with her… a cat and mouse game of his own making. Suddenly, she cried out, from the depths of her soul. Her decision had been made for her… her traitorous body demanded it. She wanted to be fucked… now!

"Harry! Make love t-to m-me! P-Put it in… and… and do it!" Lois wailed.

He grinned with lewd satisfaction. This's it! Damn it! She's really ready to be fucked now…! Hot as a two-dollar pistol!

"You can do better than that, baby!" he told her.

Lois Brewster looked up at him, imploringly. She didn't understand him… didn't know what he wanted. "B-Better…?"

"Yeah… you want it… you ask for it… with the right words!" he grunted, not letting up for an instant, as he used his cock-head to stimulate her beyond reason.

"N-No! I c-can't say those awful things!" she countered.

"You do know the words, though?"

God! Yes… I do know them! I've heard them so often! And I've even thought them… but…

"Y-Yes…" But… I can't I just can't say them out loud!

"Then, start asking me to fuck you!" he demanded.

"No!"

"Okay! I'll stop… right now… and you can finger-fuck yourself!" he threatened.

"Oh… p-please…?"

With an effort of will, on his part, Harry stopped and hung, motionless over her. He was bluffing her. Just as he bunched his muscles to drive his giant cock into her, anyway, she changed her mind. Her hands went up and around him to his meaty buttocks and hauled him back down to her.

"F-Fuck me… Harry! Oh, p-please… fuck me!" she moaned, her pelvis straining up to him, yearningly.

"Now… you're on the right track!" he chuckled, barely able to hide his elation. "Go on! What with… God damn it?"

"Your c-cock…!" she mouthed. "Fuck m-me… with your big, stiff… c-cock!"

"Where?"

"In… m-my cunt…!"

"How?"

"Hard… and deep!" Lois couldn't believe that it was she who spat out the vile obscenities. He made no attempt to do as she begged, and she added, "What m-more… do I have to say… or do… to get your cock in me… f-fucking me…?"

"Just take my cock in your hot, little hand and put it in that cute cunt… for me!" he ordered.

God! He just keeps dragging me down farther and farther! Making me beg for it and now… ordering me to put it in m-myself! She flared out at him, "No! I–I won't do it! Haven't you done enough t-to me… already!"

… Yet, against her will, her tiny hand went down to between them, reaching for the Herculean shaft of his cock… but stopping short of actually taking it in her hand. It was too much! She couldn't bring herself to do it. He had humiliated her and degraded her… almost to the limit of her tolerance.

"Do it you little bitch!" he grated, an animal snarl in his voice. "Put my cock in… now… or you'll be left high and dry!"

Reaching the final inch, she grasped but couldn't encircle his massive thick, lust-inflated cock. She felt its true size for the first time, but driven by her great need, she directed the bulbous head into the ready moistness of her cuntal opening. She was shocked. Her brain reeled with the realization of what she was doing… but there was no turning back…

He shoved… hard, and his great cock's head was forced into the tight elastic orifice, stretching it, cruelly. It felt so huge… almost as though it would tear her asunder. She was stretching, painfully, with the almost unbearable pressure he exerted. It was more than she could stand.

"Oh, God! It's too big! You'll tear me in two!" she screamed. Her eyes brimmed with tears, as she pleaded for mercy.

Harry grimaced, as he shoved into her, harder… and she saw, in his eyes, that there would be no mercy. Inch by painful inch his big cock bored into her cuntal sheath, until suddenly, he rammed with all of his strength, sending his granite-hard shaft plundering far up into her tightly resisting passage with the force of a rutting bull.

Again, she screamed, "Aaaaaaauuuuoooohhh!" as his more than adequate, lust-inflamed prick raced full length up into the tender, coral softness of her vaginal vault, shoving up ripples of warm, resilient flesh before it, until she felt his heavy, sperm-laden testicles, swinging below, smack heavily against the smooth, alabaster cheeks of her helpless upturned buttocks.