Carlotta Graham - The animal urge

Even through the layers of their clothing, the shuddering girl could feel the intruder's lust-aroused penis rising to greater hardness against the soft plane of her belly, its hot pulsating rigidity sending little shivers of unwanted excitement shimmering up through the walls of her vagina. If only she could clear her head she might be able to think of a way to escape from this debasing situation… She had only been doing her job, feeding the dogs, when suddenly everything had gone haywire and something strange had taken control of her life, tearing its control from her hands… And now, she could hardly think of anything but the insistent pressure of the hidden rod of flesh jabbing out and throbbing suggestively against her tender vulnerable flesh.

Again, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was powerless against his greater strength and slowly he lowered his head until his lips closed over hers, completely engulfing her soft pink mouth, his tongue working deep between her lips and into the warmth between her teeth. She moaned weakly as his big hands jerked her pelvis more tightly forward against his, the harsh throbbing bulge at his loins causing an uncontrollable flutter of excitement to ripple through her soft flesh and center in her helplessly tingling vagina. The caretaker suddenly reached up with one hand and pinched hard against the soft rubbery nipple of her right breast through her robe igniting a flash of mixed pain and pleasure in the futilely-struggling young woman's captive body. She uttered a low helpless groan which was quickly choked off by the harsh pressure of his saliva-moistened lips clamping down hard over hers once again.

Great surges of fiery shame washed over her as she felt the forbidden pleasure of the man's experienced touch relentlessly overcoming her desire to resist him. After these last few days of constant sexual stimulation and frustration, she felt her passion snowballing suddenly, beginning to drown out her fear and intense humiliation. Her breath caught in her soft milky throat as she felt the man, Jack Green's, invading hand slip audaciously under the front of her robe, slithering lizard-like up and down over the smooth fleecy flesh of her quivering hips. He let his hand brush lightly several times over the blonde curling strands of her pubic mound, his fingers pressing gently but insistently on the outer flanges of her pink swelling pussy-lips. She groaned and quailed with each gently pressured touch against her tingling genitals, her brain desperately fighting to gain control over the flowing tide of passion creeping through her passion-inflamed body.

"N-no… no, p-please, don't," she beseeched him weakly as she felt the grey-haired man's strong hand burrowing deeper into the crevice between her tightly-clenched thighs. Suddenly his thick blunt finger began to trace the thin, pink-furrowed slit of her naked cunt and, against her conscious will, her muscles began gradually to relax until her legs opened slightly to his touch.

Diane's slender hands flew up to his powerful shoulders, her long nails digging into his tough flesh through his ragged sweater. Even as a brief sensation of repulsion swept over her, lascivious waves of involuntary desire spiraled crazily through her burning loins and in her belly as he parted the soft sparse pubic hair and slowly, deliberately, teased his middle finger deep up between her warm moist vaginal lips.

"Oooooooh, God nooooooo," she moaned in protest even though she sensed her own sexually-aroused dampness spreading from the unwanted excitement that was taking over her entire being and she bit down on her lip to hold back the noises of delight that were rising up from deep in her graceful throat.

Heated tears of humiliation streamed hotly down her flushed cheeks as the horrified young housewife suddenly recognized that her traitorous body was actually giving in to the thrill of this man's fingers probing into her hotly throbbing vagina. Her eyes closed despairingly as her hips began to thrust slowly back and forth of their own volition, matching the lewd rhythm of his teasing finger-fucking up between her slightly-spread legs.

"That's the spirit, honey," he crooned triumphantly in her ear. "You're starting to like old Jack, eh? That tight little cunt of yours is getting nice and wet just like it does for your hubby. You're about ready for me to fuck you now, aren't you?"

Diane could not speak. Words of indignant horror formed in her tortured brain but died in her throat, lost in the sensual shock of his thick fingers teasing and flicking mercilessly around her now hotly quivering clitoris. Her shamelessly aroused young body jerked responsively as she unwillingly allowed herself to sink deeper and deeper into the waves of delectable sensation that were coursing through her. Every muscle in her exquisite body was taut as she unconsciously worked her loins forward now toward the maddening probe between her open legs.

"Well?" he demanded again, thrusting his finger up into the tightness of her pussy walls with a quick, unexpected rush that shocked the breath out of her lungs. "Do you want to fuck, honey?"

"Oh, God," she moaned, miserably torn between her guilt and her female body's electric demands. "I… oooooh."

"Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that," he chuckled knowingly as he felt her supple young pussy muscles rippling excitedly around his buried finger. Bringing his other hand up to clutch at her long flaxen blonde hair, he drew her tear-streaked face back to him and kissed her wetly, his thick wet tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his fingers began to torturously tease up into her quivering cunt once more. Then Diane felt him begin to pull her across the room, slyly edging her captured body toward the plush red velour couch as he continued to deftly titillate her excitement-drenched vagina. Somewhere in her anguished brain she knew that the moment of her ultimate defilement and subjugation was drawing ever closer but she could no longer find the will to resist. There was nothing she could do but moan defenselessly as his hands took the most indecent liberties with her helpless young body, causing convulsive little twitches of unwanted delight to race through her glistening wet genitals.

"Let's take that rag off you, honey," he whispered hoarsely into her ear. "I want to get another good look at what I'm gonna put my cock in."

Diane hung her head in shame and did not even struggle as she felt him tear open the knot of her belt and slip her fluffy yellow robe down over her naked shoulders. She closed her eyes, deliberately refusing to think about what was happening to her, assisting him by her passive submission until she felt her single protective garment fall into a soft, useless heap down around her slender ankles. As the cool air of the room rushed over her beautiful naked body, she heard the older man's sharp intake of breath. His big work-hardened hands clutched hotly at her full heaving breasts, kneading, squeezing, rolling the tiny pink nipples until they became hard and distended, throbbing almost painfully under his fingers. Finally she felt his wet, passion-heated mouth encircling one of the tiny erected tips, his tongue flicking maddeningly over the taut point of flesh. And then his hands left her swelling breasts, drawing his fingers down along her ribs to her hips to push her gently down on her back onto the sofa. Her eyes were still clenched shut against the harsh reality of what was occurring in her own living room as the young wife lay motionless and defeated on the plush cushions of the couch. She could hear a rustling of clothes as he undressed beside her.

There was nothing left for her to do now but submit, she thought numbly, as she lay completely naked in the muted light of the living room. Where could she run without any clothes on and who would ever believe her if she tried to explain exactly what had happened to her? Her own husband already thought that she was silly and self-indulgent, she thought bitterly, so why not give in to the selfish desires that were coursing through her blood-stream like a conscience-killing drug? And yet she did not want this… this horrible, older man forcing her to satisfy his lewd desires with the softness of her body. No, no, she couldn't go through with this! It wasn't right for a married woman to commit adultery like this, no matter what the circumstances.