Regina White - Parole passion

Without realizing it, the redhead found her body moving as if all connection with her mind had been severed. She was responding to the beefy man's thrusts in an involuntary motion. Through the slowly disappearing pain she felt lewd flames of uncontrolled desire coursing through her, and she realized she no longer had any will to fight whatsoever. She had lost the initial battle, and in so doing, she was also going to lose the war. She was about to surrender her slender young form totally and completely to the drives of her parole officer, almost enjoying the way his broad penis continued thrusting itself into the tunnel between her widespread thighs. The mere thought that she would enjoy this after all, sent wild chills running along the base of her shuddering spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Al's driving penis continuing to hungrily skewer itself wetly into her.

Her entire physical being began writhing, squirming and twisting beneath the weighty man. All the while she continued to incessantly groan into the hollow cave of his mouth, shoving her tongue with almost uncontrolled abandon into the depths of his throat. Faint mewls of thrillingly animalistic, servile acceptance rose from her throat in torrents, and her face was wrung with passion, mouth toiling, neck straining, perspiration breaking out all over her forehead in multitudinous beads. Her red hair was wet as well, plastered to her forehead.

Al slid his hands very slowly over the lovely length of her nakedly white body, caressing the curve of her hips. Then he slid his fingers beneath the smoothly undulating white moons of her roundly moving buttocks, cupping them harshly, squeezing tightly as he began uncontrollably thrusting back and forth with an even greater urgency.

The wine-impassioned, red-haired parolee found herself flexing and unflexing the muscles in her shapely buttocks while her handsome parole officer clutched her to him that much more tightly, sinking his fingers into the firmness of her quaking flesh. He jerked her all the harder against his own body, and of her own volition Ella pulled her knees back toward her chest a bit more, the sopping wet opening spreading that much wider to receive his excitedly pummeling penis, pulling it in that much more deeply, now.

The maddening pain had totally passed by now, and her legs, jerking uncontrollably on either side of the gigantically impaling penile shaft, were shaking and quivering in an abandon she was unable to control. Oh God! What was happening to her! She tightly shut her lovely blue-green eyes, slavering her tongue wantonly into the man's mouth as low hums of velvet pleasure numbed continually through her gaping throat. Ella was well aware the cords in her neck as well as those in her thighs were standing out, tensed and hard as she continued wriggling beneath her parole officer. Fervor was overcoming her and the lovely redhead was unable to stop herself. There was no longer any thought of right or wrong, nor did her mind dwell on the pleasure she would have received from taking heroin. All she cared about was lying where she was, directly beneath the man who, for the present, had complete control over her life, fucking her against her conscious will, yet fulfilling the desires in her subconsciousness. She thrust back at him, giving him exactly what he was giving her, lunge for lunge.

Al worked hard, actually slaving above the beautiful Ella, changing his thrusts from short, choppy plunges to long, smooth strokes. Each backward movement almost carried his hard cock out of her vagina to where her lips had to grab his corona to keep him from getting away. Then he would sink his hard prick all the way inside her again, slamming into her uplifted young belly until she felt the thrilling slap of his driving balls slamming against the exposed credence of her puckered little asshole.

"feeling it?" he asked.

"Y-e-e-e-e-e-sssss!" she rasped.

"There's more!" he assured her.

Reaching down with his right hand, he rubbed her buttocks, using his fingers to seek the narrow crevice between them. Without warning, he pulled her asscheeks apart and then began thrusting with his forefinger until he had penetrated the rectal rictus. For a moment it hurt Ella, and she gasped, the groan tumbling from her lips in agonized protest. He was thrusting all the harder now, taking pleasure in her responses, certain now that she would be more than happy to welcome his advances, the next time.

"Hhhuuunnnggghhh!" Ella gasped, bouncing her body all the more vibrantly in response to both, finger and driving penis.

Al smiled, intent on making her enjoy everything to the utmost. He continued working his extended index finger around and around inside, stretching the elastic softness wider and wider as he continued grinding his cock into her. He would get her so used to this, from now on there would be nothing but thrills.

Ella was aware of a second finger now working into the tightness of her rear tunnel, seeking its way in, stretching the narrow opening even wider as her moans of pleasure became louder and louder. Her anal constriction became more and more accustomed to the strangely unnatural invasion.

Al brought his other hand around to where his driving phallus was sliding smoothly in and out of the lovely lady's tightly clasping vaginal opening. She shuddered as she felt his fingers fondling her quivering, hair-lined lips until more muted, unrestrained groans formed in her throat and escaped her. Her widening vaginal tunnel seemed to gape open in greedy desire, swallowing the entire of his massively pulsating stiffness as he continued plunging mercilessly to the very core of her feminine being.

He speeded up his shoving thrusts now, slamming into her with hot, pulsatingly deep drives. The wonderfully tormenting agony of delighted pleasure caused her to thrash uncontrollably beneath him as she suddenly felt him pull his probing fingers from the tightness of her anal passageway, their loss suddenly disconcerting to her.

Abruptly his hands were under her knees, lifting them, then pushing them back, her knee caps all but digging into her shoulders. In this position, her wet, pink cunt was almost aimed straight up, and he slammed his cock vibrantly downward into her, creating even stronger feelings in the beautiful red-haired girl.

"Anh… Anh… Anh… Oh… Hhhuuunnnhhh… Yesssssss… Aaannnhhh… Ooonnnhhh… Unh… HUnh… harrrderrrrr…" the lovely woman chanted beneath him, her beautiful face now so contorted it had become an unrecognizable mask of insanely wild passion.

Again the handsome parole officer quickened his driving strokes into Ella, grunting and groaning, grinding the full length of him deep and hard, his throbbing penis boring into the hidden recesses of her trembling womb. She was a mass of inundatingly exquisite wetness, and her trembling loins blazed with a thrillingly primitive passion consuming leer unthinking mind for the moments overpowering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure continually building up inside her. She was vaguely aware of his hands running over her like searing tongues of burning fire. She was more aware of his kissing lips than ever before, and she was just as aware of the hot friction of his body rubbing against hers as he continued squirming and pummeling against her. She suddenly felt sensations she had never realized existed in her body. Thrilling feelings clambered about within her, building needling delights to an unbearable pitch. The redheaded woman suddenly realized she was on the verge of experiencing an orgasm – a climax the likes of which had been totally unknown to her before.

She panted and writhed, then heard the man's wailing gasp. His driving penis became an uncontrolled animal that continued moving in and out of her shuddering body, raging and hurtling into her, making her quakingly tingle all the way from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.