Clarence Tydings - The unfaithful girlfriend

His fingers caressed the lips of her fragrant young pussy and finally entered and stroked the moist tender walls of the gently throbbing passage, now ravaged of its innocence. Her insides contracted involuntarily; she supposed you couldn't help getting some enjoyment out of it even if the man was as repugnant to her as this one. His rigid penis oozed between her thighs after his fingers and poked and prodded for the opening in her ravished pelvis.

"Not again, no… I'm sore there. Please, let me go home now!"

"Now, now, baby you wouldn't want me to have to get rough, now would you?" He smiled as he spoke, but his evil smirk belied his feeble attempt at pretending a trace of warmth in his cold being.

Her mind froze and she gritted her teeth in a spasm of anger and fear. She knew she'd be no match for his strength and weight, and she doubted anyone would hear her way up here on top of this building. And in New York, no one would come to her aid even if they did hear.

Now the thick knob of his cock had found the moist little slit of vaginal flesh again. She groaned painfully as it pressed the soft, hair-fringed lips apart and moved between the bruised tender walls of her cunt. He ignored her discomfort and pushed harder into her, sinking the whole thick, turgid length of his prick once more in her tight, already once ravaged young pussy.

"Oooooh God, please, you're hurting me!"

But Felder seemed to lose himself in a frenzy of wanton passion as the tight moist walls of her vaginal sheath closed like a soft wet hand around the heavily pulsating shaft of his aching cock. Suddenly his breath came up from his belly in raking gasps and he skewered her furiously with his hardening prick, burrowing completely into her so that she cried out in agony. But he held her securely, with one hand curving around each hip so that his strong fingers bit into the firm, elastic flesh of her abdomen. He moved into her like a series of crashing waves, each larger and harder. She gasped and squirmed, caught like a stuck pig on the end of a lance. His thighs were hairy and bristly along the sensitive under sides of her naked behind. He pummeled into her with great force, seeming to fill the whole of her knotted belly, all the way up to her heavily quaking breasts. Sometimes he hurt her even more with a sudden sharp point of excruciating pain as he jerked his heavy loins more powerfully upwards and battered her tender inner cunt walls with the swollen, throbbing head of his immense cock. At other moments it seemed as if he was exploding like gunpowder deep inside her, spreading wide and vulnerable parts of her anatomy that had always been hidden before.

Behind her on the leather sofa he was grunting like a raving madman, tossing and twisting and moaning as he battered his heavy, lust-hardened cock up deeper into her tiny cringing pussy, grinding his hair-covered pelvis hard against the firm adolescent-like cheeks of her softly giving ass cheeks.

"Goddamn!" she heard him gasp, and his fingers dug deeper into her belly, making her squeal with fresh pain. She felt an extra pressure against her hips and his fingers began to pull and guide her until she was moving onto her knees, his swollen prick still firmly imbedded in the moist tightness of her cunt. He tugged and yanked until she reluctantly moved with his guiding effort, although this degrading position made her feel horribly debased and subjugated, like some lowly servant girl stripped and bent over for her master's amusement. She suddenly knew what a prostitute must feel, just another piece of flesh at some man's twisted whim, nothing more than a lewd receptacle for his passion driven sperm.

Now he slithered up closer behind her and between her wide-spread thighs, pushing them apart even more with his knees as he squirmed his prick right up, deeper, up to the very hilt in her wetly constrictive young cunt. Now that she was spread out so helpless and defenseless this way, he seemed to invade her even deeper with his cock, splitting her tortured body in half, forcing agonizing gasp after gasp from her futilely pleading lips.

"Oooohhhh, please… please, you're hurting me!" she cried.

Her back began to ache from the constant pressure of his hands around her waist, bending her down humiliatingly so mat her naked young buttocks soared upward toward his face. She felt totally naked and abused, a filthy, wanton slut good only for this horrid animal's pleasures. Her loins tingled and contracted, a thousand red-hot points brushing against one another, sending out millions of shivering chills through her body from the quivering nucleus of her cock-filled young pussy.

His flesh buffeted her ass with steady bruising force; every pounding thrust was punctuated with a gasping whine from the man's throat. Beads of sweat slung from his naked torso and splattered on me young blonde's bare flesh, soaking her with his perspiration as he fucked viciously into her again and again, each and every vicious grind burrowing his cock deep in her ravaged young belly. She suddenly thought, God, what if he gets me pregnant! But now she was unable to voice any protest, her feeble powers of resistance drowned by the rising tide of wicked passion that his deep, skewering thrusts were building in her now almost traitorously accepting loins. His rhythmic thrusting continued, bringing a low muffled cry from her parched throat with every painful inward thrust. He seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, probing deeper and deeper up into her body toward her very throat. Her breasts heaved and swayed beneath her as she suddenly discovered her naked body involuntarily writhing and twisting on the end of his heavily impaling prick, swaying in time with his deep, punishing thrusts, grinding me thin, hair-lined lips of her now wetly clasping young vagina back against his pelvis as she felt the lust-distended head of his cock far up in her wide-stretched insides.

She was incredibly sore but afire with a great building pressure, a liquid screaming pressure deep in her loins that ached to be set free. She couldn't think of anything but the agonizingly sweet buildup inside her; as much as she hated the thought of what this man was doing to her, of the way he was using her like some kind of lewd, unthinking sexual toy, it was happening. Somehow she'd never thought it would really happen this way to her. The buildup grew into a great, ever expanding bubble which was swelling to enormous size inside her. She screamed loudly, and screamed again, loud and shrill, and the stretched bubble burst and it seemed like hot blood rushing from her loins in a wild liquid torrent, hot and fluid and gushing, and she screamed again with the tears of fright and ecstasy and shuddering relief running in streams down her cheeks.

"Ooooohhhhh… yes, yes… oooohhhhh," she whined.

She began to calm a little, though she was still trembling all over and her stomach was quaking as if she'd just been beaten within an inch of her life… and still he was stuffing his thick penis up into her wet sperm-inundated cunt with unrelenting fury, wheezing between his teeth and practically hurling her onto the floor with every powerful forward thrust. Now the pain was returning, the pain this monster had successfully masked with a flood of wantonness as he skillfully manipulated her, wringing a torrent of orgasmic ecstasy from her young, inexperienced body. It only hurt now, and even worse than before. Her vagina felt as if it had been sliced with a knife in a dozen places. She gritted her teeth, wondering how long she could stand it, and then she heard him muttering, cursing under his quickening breath.

"Jesus, baby, your cunt's so tight! So Goddamn hot and tight!" And his muttering grew into a steady babble of moaning, groaning agony, rose to a gasping howl and exploded into an agonized cry. She felt nothing in her tautly stretched vagina except that his thrust slowed to a great solid, grinding heave… and then it happened. She jerked reflexively as she felt the naked, heaving man empty his hotly, seething load deep up inside her helplessly contracting belly, filling her whole insides with his dangerous life-giving sperm. Quick flashes of what might be happening raced through her numbed brain; of how she might be pregnant what it would be like to carry this monster's child. And then he fell forward on her with a tortured groan and his body was such a hulking mountain of weight that she collapsed under him, pinned flat against the sofa cushion, her firmly rounded young breasts smashed into the leather. He lay there on her a long times heaving and gasping.