Paula Cash - Lap lessons

"Crystal, this is Robert Gardner, my house guest. Bob, this is Crystal. I wanted you to meet under proper conditions, but Crystal is in a great hurry today. She wants no frills."

She gave a shriek, sat up, and grabbed a pillow to cover her nudity. Young Mr. Gardner looked as shocked as she was, but his face lit up when he got the flash of her nude body before she could cover it.

"Just got in from Europe," said Gardner. "Jet lag. That's why I've been sleeping in the other bedroom in the middle of the afternoon."

"Remember, Crystal," said Gunnar, "you want me to hurry things up. Be direct."

"Gunnar…"

"We're both going to fuck Miss Locke," said Gunnar to Bob Gardner. "I'll go first. Then we'll all go out to dinner, maybe catch a show, and you can have your fuck later tonight, Bob, if that's all right with you."

Crystal screamed and young Gardner said, "Holy shit – uh-excuse me, Miss Locke. I better get out of here."

He gave Gunnar a look, as if Gunnar were insane, and fled. At least he had the decency to do that.

"Gunnar, if you think…"

"Oh, I know, I know, baby. Before I clear that rot of yours out of the Fisk computer I'm going to ball you and then turn you over to my house guest, since he has no local friends and is, no doubt, horny."

She sprang off the bed, clawing at him in a furious rage. He piled humiliation on top of humiliation on her. He'd finally exceeded her limit.

He defended himself, laughing.

"All this does is make me hard, Crystal. Remember, you're naked."

"Not for long, you bastard. You've gone too far. I'll take the police. I'll take jail. I'll take twenty years!"

She gave him a terrific slap on the face, grabbed her clothes, ducked under his arm and left, weeping, dressing as she went. Once decent, she slammed out of his apartment and returned to her own in the building across the street. She collapsed on her bed in the bedroom, weeping in utter desolation…

It was an hour later when Gunnar entered her apartment and found her still lying there on the bed.

"I can clear the computer for you, so you're home free," he said.

"I can also get you the money you need. I'll get it from the bank, and it's quite safe. Now isn't that a lot better than five years in jail, plus getting a bad reputation with A-C for the insurance thing."

"I make such a lousy crook!" she said.

"No. Your computer scams would work. The Ritters were nabbed for what they did before you met them. You were a poor judge of character."

He sat on the bed and began to undo her blouse. She caught his hands for a moment and then released them. He exposed her glorious breasts, murmured something, and began to nibble and knead them.

Her mood was curious. She'd had the horrible shock of the Ritters' arrest followed by the shock of Gunnar's crude response to her cry for help. She was glad to escape into the rich world of sexuality.

"Gunnar, you do know how to eat a woman's breasts," she sighed. The rich, exciting thrills already ran down her body to heat her cunt. He dug his hands into her smooth flesh, beginning to pant in need, while she luxuriated to the feel of his strong grip. It looked like she was going to need him for a little while longer.

He kissed her belly and he kissed her cunt, opening her sex entrance for a few hot tongue strokes.

"Ahhhhh," she gasped, wildly undulating. It felt so good.

He stopped and stripped. When she saw his big, hard cock she felt her cunt go wet. She, too, was ready for sex pleasure after the harsh shocks of the day. She hoped against hope that he would give her straight sex, but he came back to the bed and turned her over on her face.

He dug his hands into her buttocks. He patted and squeezed the firm, smooth girl meat, while she heard his breathing become harsh. She felt a rising despair, because she knew that her denial of rear end sex when they'd last been together had inflamed him with desire to cornhole her.

"Gunnar, I don't like that form of sex," she begged.

"You've got the most gorgeous ass I ever saw on a woman," he told her. "I've got to have it. This is the time, Crystal. You know that."

She felt the old desperation and panic.

"Gunnar, when I was a girl in high school – that first sex – a boy caught me – it terrified me – hurt me – it took a long time to get over – I caaaaan't staaaaand – oh!"

He had reverently dug his hand inside of her deep buttocks to feel for her ass button.

"Time you got over it."

"Gunnar – I – it drives me crazy!"

"I've got to fuck your ass or die," he said simply.

He'd brought Vaseline from the dresser which he now used to grease her crack. He began to dig at her sphincter with his finger. She began to sweat. She wiggled to escape his finger.

"Now, Gunnar, let's talk about this. Oh! Oh!"

She felt pure fire as his finger began to violate her tight ass muscle. Panic seized her mind. She tried to get up and away from him. He pulled her back and went at her more furiously, driving his finger all the way into her tender gut this time.

"Aaaa-uuuuuuuuuu," she moaned as a white fury of pain seized her loins. It was an excruciating agony for her. As she felt his finger working up her locked anal passage she began to lose her wits. No longer did the five years in prison matter, or losing her job and her reputation. She just had to beg away from that fiery finger and the shame of having a man feel up her asshole.

She twisted around and fought him furiously and silently, eyes glazed in animal panic.

"You did that before," he grunted. "It's no big deal. You need someone to get you over this childish fear."

"No. No!"

She jerked free of him and fled to the living room. Gunnar stayed on the bed for a moment, carefully greasing his cock.

"Dumb bitch! Most gorgeous ass I ever saw on a woman," he muttered. Her perfect round buttocks, her full firmness, and the exciting dark crack inflamed his cock. He was going to have her butt, so that was that.

She had not fled the apartment. She cringed against the door, not so panicked as before, but staring at him with wide eyes, showing plenty of whites. She had her hands over her rear as if to protect her sensitive tail from his big cock. Her face was a picture of misery.

"I don't want it, Gunnar." She breathed deeply in heavy emotion.

"You have to have it. Think of it as a visit to a doctor or dentist. Not pleasant, but it will cure you."

"I don't want to be cured."

"Crystal," he said patiently, "Can't you get it through that sexy, blonde head of yours that I'm going to fuck your asshole. There's absolutely nothing you can do about it."

She wept softly then, but tears did not move his lust. He walked her to the sofa, shoved her face down, and mounted her hips.

He stared down at his luscious target, thrilling to the limits. Most girls just had curvy rears. Crystal had it all, in spades. Her rear seemed at once ripe and full, but firm and taut. It suggested an alternate entrance into her glorious loin mass that riveted the male eye whenever she entered a room. His cock seemed stretched to the shatter point as he pressed it down and felt the sexy warmth of her crack close over it.

He dug at her pucker with his hard-on, knowing and expecting new panic from her, so he held her squirming body firmly.

"Oh, Gunnar, oh, now, you mustn't do this – to meeee!" she wailed, trying to save her exquisite buttocks and glory hole. She felt the shame and degradation of his fantastic erection gorging into her thick back muscle and the pain was fierce.

"Oh, Oh, owwww!"

Then he made her.

"Gunnnarrrrrrrr!" she shrieked.

She slumped under him, with his cock head imbedded in her ass, all the way through the powerful seal of her sphincter. Ancient terrors made her shiver. The pain made her rock and moan. She gave off a high, thin continuous wail of ass wounding.