Richard Mountbatten - Spell of the Beast

Joan emitted a moan of anguish, as his lips on her nipples formed a tight circle, and he began to blow in and out, rhythmically, the erect tissue of the pap moving in and out of his mouth, almost like a tiny phallus. It was excruciatingly sensitive… unbearably pleasurable; suddenly, a bellows blew across the sparking passion within her, igniting a flame of desire that she had never known, its searing tendrils consuming her loins, and she became aware of warm moistness between the inner, tightly closed petals of her cunt. She clamped her legs together to deny the sensations to herself, but against her will, her hips began to undulate, scribing minute circles under her, the muscles of her pelvis pulsatory, moving to the ancient, race-remembered beat of primitive man, and her heart drummed a loud tattoo of savage accompaniment.

Throwing his top leg over her, he now lay partially on top of her as his mouth paid homage to the magnificence of her ivory, blue-veined breasts, the translucent skin aglow with tiny droplets of perspiration and the first beginnings of a gentle reddening flush spreading with a soft, effulgent luster over the satin film of her skin. He felt the gentle movement in her loins, and he knew that it was time… time now to remove the proud little bitch's shorts and panties. He had waited long for this; his cock throbbed with desire, pushing out against the confining garments, the tight crotch of his jeans painful, allowing of no room for the expanding hardness of his erection. God! He had to get them off!

His hand reached for the zipper placket of her shorts; his fingers unhooked the waistband, grasped the zipper tab and pulled it down over the swell of her hip, the metallic whisper of it loud in that primeval wilderness. Unconsciously she helped him, raising her hips, wriggling and turning as he tugged them down over her thighs to her knees; then, she struggled to sit up; he allowed her to do it, removing his mouth from her breasts, reluctantly, and rolling to his back. He watched as she plucked the shorts from around her ankles and folded them, adding them to the neat pile of her other clothing.

Standing to his feet, he rapidly stripped off his own clothing, shirt and undershirt dropping to the ground, kicking off his shoes, unbuckling, unzipping, his jeans joined the growing pile and he stood in only his jockey shorts, his pulsating erection standing out hard and long under them. With a final smooth action, he stripped off the shorts, liberating his hardened, thick length to her awe-stricken gaze. Her involuntary gasp of surprise, the mixed-look of fear and wonder on her face drew a grin and a chuckle from him. She looked up, startled, at his face, then, tearing her eyes away from the manly spectacle below. She had no idea that a man's penis could possibly attain those proportions, and she was confused by his sadistic laugh. He knelt down before her, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently back prone upon the blanket.

"You looked like you'd never seen a man's cock… before!" Buzz chuckled.

"Jimmy's…" she said. "But… that thing's a frightening monster!" Joan began to have second thoughts. Maybe, her impulsive, somehow revengeful actions were wrong… terribly wrong!

My God! What am I doing? Am I about to let Buzz Henson make me an adulteress…? I don't know for sure… that Jimmy… and Mr. Sloan had some kind of agreement between them… a sort of pact… allowing Andy the freedom to… to have sex with me! I can't really believe it! After all, l-I only have Buzz' word on it…! and I almost fell into his trap…! He knew I'd react… maybe go off the deep end… get angry with Jimmy… and do something hasty… like agreeing to has outrageous bargaining demands! God! What a fool I am! I almost fell for it!

Now, she felt his hands sliding up the outside of her thighs, over the full swell of her lips to the elastic waistband of her panties, and with one smooth tug he had pulled them down to her knees exposing the soft pubic hair of her genital mound; she felt the cool air rush over her making her even more aware of her complete nudity, and the nakedness of her loins before the eyes of this man, who was not her husband, brought a flush of shame and humiliation to her cheeks. Instinctively, she reached her hand down to retrieve the wisp of nylon that had protected her chastity. Too late… she felt them, now, down over her calves, her ankles and clearing her feet; he tossed them aside, carelessly. Quickly, she tried to get up, struggle to a sitting position, and just as abruptly, she found herself pinned to the blanket, unable to move under the great weight of his body.

"No! NO! I've changed… my mind! I won't do it! I can't… do it! I can't…" her desperate disavowal was cut off in her throat as his mouth came down hard on her lips, his kiss brutally sweet and sensual. He probed with his tongue, until her own involuntarily moved forward to collide with his, finally bursting through to taste him, her tongue moving tentatively, investigatively and finally demandingly within his oral cavity. He sucked and nibbled on her agile lingual member, the banked fires within her beginning to glow again as the bellows of her passion blew steadily and inexorably to ignite a roaring furnace in her loins, and she began to mewl and gurgle in her throat. Now, he sucked her lower lip, nibbling on it gently with his teeth, the stimulant nerves rocketing their sensitive, sensuous messages throughout her rapidly, sexually aroused body.

Oh! I don't want this…! I don't want it to happen…! But I-I can't seem to resist him! I should get up… run! Do something…! Do anything… before he makes me… am dishonest woman…! God! Oh, God! I'm about to commit… a sin… become an adulteress… or worse! Please… help me… to resist… fight this thing in me… that's making me want… to do it…!

Then, he was moving, slithering down her body, down, down, lower, until his head was just above her pubic mound, his hands stretched out above him, almost at arms length, and his fingers clutched and squeezed at her full, erect breasts, massaging them, kneading them with such ferocity that she began to whine in pain. His lips had trailed down over her body, wetly, kissing her flat, white belly, his tongue dipping into her navel, teasingly… until his face brushed against the softly curled hair of the triangle at the juncture of her thighs. Belatedly, she realized his intentions; the thought of it evilly repugnant to her.

Dear Lord, no! I won't let him do that to me! Never!

Her gray-green eyes widened in horror, as she felt his hands leave her breasts, sliding down over her flanks to her knees where his strong hands lifted them up, until the tapering columns of her marble thighs were vertical, her feet flat on the blanket; then, cruelly, he levered her thighs apart, flaring them to expose the whole of her womanhood to him, the pink furrow of her cunt flowering open, slightly, the bedewed, coral inner petals glisteningly lubricious and the tight, vaginal entrance showed the tender pinkness of its sensitive inner lining. Above, nestled in its fleshy alcove, the tiny, throbbing clitoris peeped out at him from the golden-haired fringe that ringed her pussy, while below, the puckered, brownish nether portal of her anus stared, unwinking, back at him.

With ineffectual strength she tried to protect herself, to close her thighs against him… against that horribly perverted thing he intended to do to her.

"No! Oh, God, no! Buzz! Don't! Don't do that… to me!"

… But, he had already placed his strong, lean hands against the milky inner sides of her thighs and was spreading them far, far apart, splaying them, painfully, as he kneeled up and rocked back on his heels; her efforts to close them were redoubled, but his palms continued their pressure until her thighs were almost flat against the blanket. The pilot leered down at the naked femaleness, a look of pure animal lust contorting his features.