Paula Cash - Lap lessons

"Uhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuu."

He felt like a surgeon who'd made the first deep cut and must go forward at once. He also trembled, partly from the hot lock of her sphincter on his cock, partly from the delight at conquering her soft, sexy ass, partly from dealing with her savage distress.

"Unk, Unk."

He pried her anal passage open with short, furious bunts. Each inch of her pink, tender gut that he took brought new richness of joy to his probing shaft. The velvet tissues pressed sexily on his prick, while her interior body heat thrilled him to the core. The grip of her sphincter, the resistance, was fabulous against his fuck desire.

"Uuuuuuuuuuu," she continued to wail. Everything for her turned yellow as she started to pass out from the raping cock. It was the pain compounded by her psychological distress. Her body sweated and her heart thumped. It was more like an operation than sex for her. The extreme tenderness of her vital organs down there made her shiver.

Yet she was a strong woman. When at last, panting and gasping from his penetration, he flopped down on her back, her head began to clear. The pain lessened. His cock owned her anus as far as he could shove it up into her. Her tunnel gloved on his penis, which gave her a weird feeling when it throbbed in ecstasy.

"At laaaaast!" he cried.

It felt so great to own her asshole. The dumb kid didn't want to admit to the world, or admit to herself that she even had such a device. A woman's not recognizing her own sexuality made her that much more exciting.

He gathered her sweating, shivering body to his. All that nudity felt terrific. He felt that he'd penetrated to the very center of her being and that she could withhold no further secrets from him. Her entire body quivered at the slightest motion of his prick in her ass.

He began his strokes, almost dying from the slick, wet friction. He'd never felt anything so sweet along his cock as her tight little gut servicing him. Best of all, every time he fucked into her to his depth those glorious buttocks of hers went tense, smooth and sexy against his belly and thighs.

"Gunnar – I – can't allow this," she said helplessly.

"One hot little prick enema," he laughed. "This is the best sex I ever had in my life."

Her pain was less now. She was going to survive. She thought contemptuously that every time this man, lots of men, had a prick inside of you they thought it was the greatest sex on earth – until the next time.

"I hope the germs rot your prick!" she flashed over her shoulder.

"Worth it!" he grunted, grooving in and out of her ass. "Oh, soooo good!"

He added the final insult to her injury. He reached under her belly to jazz her cunt.

She gasped and flexed her ass up against him.

"Don't do thaaaaaaat!" she protested.

For the first time she felt sex thrills throughout her belly. It was kinky to sense that hard cock riding up into her tender intestine and to feel the pleasure-stimulation on her clit at the same time. In spite of herself, she rocked her loins for the ass fuck.

His finger went deeper into her empty cunt, stroking the velvet passage. Her sense of impalement was fantastic.

"Oh – my – goodness!" she cried.

"I think I can make you cum," he said proudly, jazzing her more rapidly.

"Don't want – to," she managed.

"That's all right – with me – but I will!" he panted, drilling faster and faster in and out of her body, the friction thrills rising.

Nevertheless, he continued the sliding pressure on her cunt, making it swell and heat with the plunging of his finger. His action on her body was wickedly thrilling, because the finger in her vagina made her hump and drive her butt up and down on his blade. The piston action thrilled the both of them.

He wasn't done with finding her pleasure centers to whip her to further ecstasies. He got his free hand under her stomach to reach up and capture one of her rich globes. He made the nipple of one of her big breasts dig into his palm. About all he couldn't do to her was French kiss her.

"Ohhh, Gunnar – you – using me."

"All that I can!" he cheered.

His own sex enthrallment was perfect. The feeling of reaming her butt was just a delicious as he'd thought it would be. To lay full on that ripe, naked girl body, ramming into her tight, slick asshole, to knead her luscious breast and ream her hot little cunt gave him the sensation of totally owning her in sex. He rode closer and closer to his proud, bursting glory.

As he fucked into her he remembered his desperate and gloomy time in prison, and how he'd dreamed of someday catching up with her and paying her back. Before prison she'd been like a Goddess to him. He'd had some noble idea of taking some of the blame even through it hadn't been his game. A week in prison had changed his ideas about nobility and sacrifice. Underneath it was a carnal desire for her body that turned him on. When he caught her it was to fulfill his desire to fuck every hole in her body, over and over.

"Baby, I never wanted to fuck a bitch animal so much in my life," he growled in her ear. "I'm getting my own back."

"You – an animal," she gasped.

"I'm doing this… for me, and for all the poor guys who stared… oh, oh, oh… who stared at your luscious body and can't have it. Oh, my God, this is delicious!"

She began to rise toward orgasm. It astonished her, yet even as she feared him, she also turned on to his mad desire for her flesh. It was going to be humiliating to pay tribute once more to his huge cock. It was inevitable. She began to stiffen and thrill, her sex nerves loaded to a creamy bursting.

"I hate this. I'm going to goooooo!" she sang.

"Well, now," he said. "Oh, you sweet bitch, you can be ass fucked."

Her muscles, subservient to the delicious, dizzy sex feeling that glowed throughout her body, began to lock. For him that was the final moment of true glory – to feel her soft flesh turn rigid under him, crazed by his plunging cock, right in her asshole where she said she couldn't take it. He dug his cock in and out of her with demented pleasure, seeking her surrender.

It came.

It felt different to her than her other orgasms. Everything felt backwards. She couldn't tell if she imagined it just because Gunnar's prick was in her ass instead of her cunt, or if different nerves locked on her. The ineffable, inevitable sweet rush of orgasmic splendor surged up her body. She gave a unholy gasp of defeat and then began to throb. She squeezed down on Gunnar's finger, still in her cunt and her ass muscle squeezed down on his moving shaft. It was incredibly sexy to feel her spasms going in her ass while the piercing prick also moved inside her.

"Ah, me. oh, me. I have tooo…" she cried.

"Yes, you do, baby, squeeze it off."

A human being was never more vulnerable nor beautiful then when he or she was locked in orgasm, eyes bugged out, face straining, muscles locked and the body given over to the sweetest pleasure of sex death, jerking and undulating while there were soft gurgles and grunts of animal release. He reveled in feeling the girl give up her sexuality to him. It was fabulous.

Her exquisite throbs overloaded his thrilled shaft.

"Oh, now, Crystal," he said to her. "I think you did me. I think you pulled my – eeeee – plug!"

He gave a snort of pure joy and dug his cock deep into her intestine for the final time. He grunted over and over, holding her tight to him, making her take his semen.

The glory run of all time with her. Right in the depths of her sexy ass, the Goddess used and conquered and bent to his will and pleasure. He let go enormous rushes of seed, his cock further inflamed to rich gushes by the lack of sex since Leaf had left. It was getting pretty habit forming, this rich pleasure of fucking. He could see why guys went crazy for women who could turn them on.