Robert Desmond - House of Evil

The pain was altogether gone now and she automatically closed her eyes as she tensed the muscles in her thighs, writhing unconsciously under him from the intensity of her feeling. Without knowing it, she rolled her hips luxuriously from side to side around the huge cock fucking into her cunt, its fleshy walls dilating the throbbing in time to the cadence of Braun's forward lunges. It felt to her as though the wide fanning head of his penis had a heart beating in it, was a separate being whose only purpose was to send glorious shivers of rapture through her young body. It was becoming a part of her, melting and fusing with her own flesh, until she was at one with it in an endless soaring flight of exquisite sensation. She no longer felt any horror or anguish… nothing but a mounting ecstasy, building higher and higher, reaching new heights of rewarding sensual titillation with every passing moment. She felt only the animal lust that had taken control of Braun, this mental defective, this ugly bald nitwit who was over ten years older than she, this deranged servant who was fucking far up into her flat belly with his wonderful long thick cock… his big vulgar prick!

Braun could barely contain his tremendous elation as he worked over her, enjoying the grunts and mewling sounds of her subjugation, feeling the tempo of her thrusts up against him becoming faster and more urgent. The rhythmic slap of wetness as his balls spanked the unprotected crevice of her anus reverberated throughout the bedroom, mingling with the sluicing noise of his ruthless plunges into the now eager pussy she presented up to him. Suddenly he sensed an even greater abandon to passion come over her, a wanton outburst of lust that made her arc her body off the mattress in a struggle to completely engulf him. He giggled to himself as he abruptly paused to stare down at the thrilling sight of her pelvis screwing up to swallow the shiny hard length of his cock. He watched with blissful fascination as the tiny constricting muscles inside her young pussy nibbled greedily at the large swollen head. Then the stretched lips of her pink hair-fringed slit pulled hungrily away, sliding moistly down the stone-hard penis for five or six inches, only to nibble back up again until the soft down of her copper-colored pubic hair brushed against his own, darker patch… He let the beautiful little bitch hump up and down at will as she concentrated with all her female strength on giving back to him the spine-tingling pleasure that he was giving her.

He remained immobile even longer as he gazed in trance-like attentiveness at the tantalizing withdrawals of his cock from her lust-saturated passage, pulling thin soft ridges of her flesh out with it as she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress… and then the entry which pushed the soft glistening folds back into her as the long thick rod was wholly consumed by the obscenely wanting vaginal cavern. He allowed her to continue her wanton milking movements for awhile, smiling to himself at the thought of his success in turning the gorgeous, soft-bodied young wife into a squealing helpless mass of sexual desire.

Shit, yes, the hired hand's young wife was his, all right! Braun's dull mind concluded. She sure as hell looked different now than she had when she arrived at the house for work this morning, he remembered, picturing the fresh, sweet-faced look of innocence on her face that he had seen her wearing. Her lovely face was contorted now from the exertion of straining to cum and he could hear the wet suctioning sound of the ever-increasing flow of juices from her loins as she bucked wildly against him, her small feet planted flat on either side of his knees against the quaking mattress.

He groaned and began to jar her again with merciless pile-driving strokes that drove his big prick boring far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her succulent snowy breasts seemed to be swelling larger, quivering and heaving up against the pressure of his chest, the hard rigid peaks of the nipples digging into his perspiring flesh like small pebbles.

"Oh, oooh God, don't ever stop – please, don't ever stop! Fuck it, darling, fuck it harder and faster! Ooooh, yessss, fuck meeeee!" she begged hysterically, unaware in her delirious transport of erotic pleasure that the sweating idiot was already hammering into her uplifted buttocks with every last ounce of strength and ardor that he possessed.

He was pouring everything he had into her, the total sum of years of anger and frustration, hate and need, lust and uncertainty – all of the furious energy he had naturally inherited with the gradual realization that he was an offensive freak of nature who had no choice but to depend upon "normal" people in order to survive. Now, he wanted revenge, not only against Nadalee, but also against everyone who had ever snubbed him or seemed to have thought that he was merely a vegetable without feelings… a dumb animal which they could afford to ridicule without worrying whether or not he might be offended.

"Jesus, old Braun's really fucking it to her," George gulped, laboring over the words as his glassy eyes peered lustfully within inches of the enormous cock sloughing ruthlessly into the furthermost depths of Nadalee's pussy, amazement showing on his face that her tight young passage was capable now of engulfing the whole of the great length.

"He's giving her hell, all right," Dolores agreed in an impassive tone of voice, tactfully hiding the twinge of envy she felt, "and she's loving every second of it."

She saw that her wealthy husband was masturbating himself again. The still-naked blonde had seen him do this many times before and had always felt that he was insulting her sense of dignity as a wife, a live breathing woman who was always just as excited by watching other people fuck as he was. But the way he jerked off so guiltlessly when she was standing next to him, as now, seemed to deny her very existence. After all, she thought, she enjoyed having a big prick between her legs as much or more than any woman alive and would rather have him smash his fist into her face, or even kick her, anything but ignore her own need to have her stomach filled to overflowing with male hardness.

"God, what a pussy," George gasped as he leaned closer to gain a better view of the thick, long cock racing into Nadalee like a fast whirling drill boring into the depths of the earth, battering and smashing all before it in great waves of warm moist flesh. His eyes bulged wider as he timed the manipulations of his own cock to the rhythm of the violent fucking motions on the bed.

"Oh, it's here, it's here… I'm cumming, I'm cumming…! Ooooohhh, aaaaaawww!" Nadalee groaned, her body vibrating wildly as her cunt opened around Braun and warm gushes of female juices drowned his impaling shaft, trickling down over his balls and into the cleft between her upraised buttocks. The moron went berserk as she grunted out the last of her first real orgasmic seizure, her body still jerking spasmodically, smacking up against him, the lips of her vagina working and sucking at his penis as her breath came in short desperate gasps.

He reached back and grabbed her ankles, lifting them brutally up over her shoulders until she was rolled up into a tight round ball of helplessness, her knees pressing firmly down into the mattress on either side of her head. The flattened plane of her loins was completely open to plunder at will and Braun fully intended to take advantage of this opportunity to make her remember him all the rest of her life. He had wanted to get his revenge but now it was his turn to have some fun and nothing else.

He dropped his head to lock his saliva-covered mouth over hers, thrusting his wet dripping tongue deep in her throat, stifling the low animal grunts rising there. His shoulders pushing back against her full rounded calves kept her locked in that defenseless position as he rammed it to her. He renewed his clutching grasp on the white cheeks of her ass and pulled them far apart with his spread fingers until she sucked in her breath from the sudden flash of pain, moaning up into his mouth. The nitwit started his long hard thrusting movements with a fresh burst of energy, skewering into the hot slippery tunnel of her cunt until each time the cock-head bashed against the mouth of the girl's womb, she uttered a little yelp of masochistic pleasure. She sensed that his body was now a mass of sheer primitive wildness that was altogether unleashing itself on her tender, beautiful flesh. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs and she could feel his huge turgid glans sliding up and down inside her warm viscous cunt like a turbine-powered piston.