Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

He did not realize that her best opportunity to escape was when he was pulling off his pants. But, of course, she did not intend to escape.

She stared at his twitching prick. It was only average in length and girth, but it was rigid and stone hard. She watched it advance swaying menacingly, as though it were a policeman's nightstick brandished angrily in her face.

Martin wrapped one hand about the stout cock, and began jacking himself.

"You see this, baby. I'm going to stab it all the way into your pretty white tummy."

He grabbed her then, and crushed her to him, his mouth seeking hers. She clung to him, moaning softly, her hands tugging at his shoulders as though she wanted to push him away from her. His cock had slipped between her legs, and she clamped her thighs, warm and slick with cuntjuice about its torrid thickness.

I'm doing it! He's acting like an animal, not caring whether I want him to fuck me or not. He's dominating me, just like I want him to!

They toppled on the couch. Wendy felt the breath being forced out of her as Martin landed on top of her. By the time she caught it again, he was at her tits, lapping them, taking each nipple deep in his mouth and sucking furiously.

Then his hand was at her knees, prying her legs apart. She did not yield to him instantly, though she wanted to. She would make him struggle for every inch of her flesh.

He continued to gobble her succulent tits, his mouth working over them continuously. His hand slipped between her thighs and worked their way up toward her moist cunt. She felt the juices dribbling out of her cunt, soaking her jeans. She wore no panties, and the rough fabric of the denim was pleasantly irritating to her swollen pussy mouth.

The closer he came to final and complete domination of her, the higher her desire mounted. His hand found her crotch and palmed it vigorously. It wouldn't be long before he would be forcing her bare legs apart, sticking his prick into her steaming slit.

She closed her eyes and savored every moment of conquest. He pulled her cutoffs down her thighs and off her legs. Then, holding her legs apart with his knees, he ran his hand back up the lovely channel and into her pussy.

He stroked the greasy slick cunt, letting his middle finger trace the length of her split. He caressed the tingling cuntlips, fingered the straining clit, plunged into the burning canyon of her pussy.

Wendy writhed and moaned, then pushed at his chest and shoulders, though she made no move to remove his hand from her blazing pussy.

"Oh, don't. You've got your finger in me. Don't stick your prick in me! Please don't!"

Reverse psychology, she figured, for she wanted his prick to be fucking her very soon. Already she was having difficulty keeping from hunching madly against his exciting finger.

It worked, Martin shifted himself then, placing both knees between hers, lying flat against her. With one hand he placed his cockhead against her tight cuntlips. Her inner muscles, over which she generally had such good control, had begun to open her cunt.

He vibrated the sleek head against the mouth of her dripping cunt, letting it slicken from her juices, then parted the clinging cuntlips as he edged his butt forward.

"Oh, Martin," she murmured, unable any longer to control herself. The pretense could last no longer, now that she had a bone-hard cock being forced into her bushy cunt.

She flung her arms about his neck, kissing his face, his mouth, his eyes, nibbling at his ears. She moaned in his ear.

"Your cock makes me glad you forced me to fuck you. Please… make me the happiest girl in the whole world."

She pressed her hands into his shoulders as he eased his quivering cock all the way into her burning snatch. The walls of her pussy sucked at his prick, as the inner muscles made her cunt milk his prick.

He was breathless as he paused when he had fully entered her.

"Got to catch my breath. Got to get control of myself. Your cunt is so hot and tight. Margaret was never like this."

"But I'm not Margaret. And you never raped Margaret. But you raped me, didn't you?"

"I'm not sure. You didn't fight too much." She was angered by that.

"Didn't fight? I'll show you. I'll fight, by God!"

With twin rakes, she dug her fingernails into his back. He yelped, in shock and pain.

Then he grabbed her arms and finally pinned her hands above her head.

"Yes, I raped you. And I'm going to fuck you now! Hard!"

He began to fuck his thrusts fierce and angry. He did not begin slowly and work up to a rapid hard fucking but began immediately to slam his cock into her. She felt as if he were driving her into the couch.

She writhed beneath the incredible pounding her pussy was taking. Martin was insatiable in his fucking, not giving her any leeway in his powerful thrusts. She could only wait for him to slam his cock into her, her quivering ass taking the slap of his balls as he drove his prick into her yielding flesh.

"Oh, yes," she panted. "Shove the meat to me, Martin. I love it! Hurt my pussy! Hurt me if you have to, but do it, do it! Ah, fuck meeee!"

He released her hands as he continued to fuck her cunt with his prick. She held him, their sweat-soaked bodies melding into one unit. Her toes curled under as she began to press her feet into the cushions of the couch, driving her eager pussy up to meet his driving prick.

She caught his rhythm then, and began to fuck back in perfect unison. He felt her rise to catch the full stroke of his cock, and he groaned.

"God, I never realized that a woman could be this good. You're the best piece of ass I ever had!" He moaned again to punctuate his remarks, and continued his fucking.

The friction between cock and cunt was both frightening and wonderful. His cock seemed to be straining to completely fill her cunt, as if his proclamation that he would be rubbing the head of it against her belly were coming true. As he rose from her each time, her cuntlips clung to his prick as though reluctant to let even once inch leave her pussy.

She could hear the slurping of their fuck as he rammed his cock into her, feel his balls nestle for a brief moment in the cradle of her ass, bear his erratic breathing in her ear.

Her cunt began to quiver. A climax was building, and she knew it was because of the ferocity of Martin's fucking. She was fucking an insane sex-driven beast, a demon giving her a supernatural fuck, and she felt the first stab of orgasmic intensity in her pussy, her belly, her whole body, as though his rutting in her cunt had let loose an inferno of lust.

"Now, now, now," she intoned feeling it hit her with a strength-sapping intensity. "Nooowww!"

She went limp expecting at any moment that Martin would spurt the scalding sperm from his balls.

But he did not come, to her amazement. He continued to fuck her hole with his relentless cock, never quitting his stunning screwing. She felt a second climax begin in her cunt, and she was bucking, clutching, moaning, yelling, begging him to fuck her forever, twisting her ass, driving up to catch his cock, sinking back as he plunged forward. She was caught in a whirlpool of lust. Her head spun, she lost track of who and where she was, and knew only that she was being ridden by a wild stallion, whose cock shuddered into her, fucking her as she had never been fucked before.

She came a second time, then a third, and still he fucked her. She was unconscious for a time, oblivious to all but the male meat fucking her with supreme power.

Neither of them heard the front door open, locked in the mortal agony of their fuck. Neither heard the footsteps, the rattling of things in the outer rooms.

The first hint that either had that there was someone in the house was when Margaret Wynn shrilled her husband's name, transfixed by the scene she had stumbled on, horrified by the wheezing, moaning, grunting beast with two backs writhing on her library couch.