Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

"I-I will be punished for this," the huge Moroccan hissed, moving around the foot of the bed toward her as Janet tried to slink back from him, "But I think it will be worth it."

"Please… please, no, Erabas…" Janet whimpered as he began to strip his few clothes from his massive body.

"You said you would pay well… and anything," he half-whispered, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lips once more as he continued to shed his things.

"But I didn't mean this way…!" she blurted, then paused as her eyes locked on the thick, monstrous shaft he uncovered, and it was pointing directly at her. She gasped once more, this time in terror at the unbelievable size of it, and commenced to slide up away from him in the bed, cowering and shrinking in a groveling panic.

He lay one great hand upon her leg at the calf and she fell back as if immobile as he moved onto the bed. Then, she drew her thighs tightly together, even as the vibrant fermentations continued to build and churn inside her; yet, in anguished fear, her mouth dropped loosely open and she stared at the gigantic cock in astonished disbelief.

It can't be real! He'll split me open! Ghastly visions of her torn, violated body flickered wildly through her cringing mind. He can't do it! He can't!

Erabas had moved onto the bed at her feet and now with an ankle in each hand he was separating her legs and crawling between them, pushing the negligee before him until her delicate pink slit in its nest of soft golden public hair burst into full view before him. Her breath hitched in her throat as a rush of cool air brushed the exposed, sensitive flesh. He pressed the folds of cloth up over her belly and beyond to the full mounds of her breasts, his hands slipping beneath to cup each of them in his hot palms once more.

"Oooohhh," Janet moaned, her tongue darting back and forth to moisten the dryness that parched her lips. Her whole body trembled and she could not fight it.

Oh Lord… Lord… God!

Abruptly, without warning, he dropped his head, his gleaming teeth fastening into the soft, warm flesh of her white belly. A tiny nip at her navel, then his tongue commenced a slow tantalizing exploration of her whiteness, tracing the soft line of silken fuzz all the way to the delicate lips of her quivering pussy.

Janet could not believe his gentleness. "Ooooohhhh, my God!" she moaned, knowing she must stop him, but making no effort toward doing so as he spread her young, bruised, fleshy cunt-lips with his thumbs tenderly, and then with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the nut-hard bud of her throbbing clitoris wetly into his hot mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth and Janet couldn't restrain herself.

"Oooohhh, Christ… yes, yes…!"

She clenched her eyes tightly shut against the cyclone of sensation that was whirling out of control once more through her loins. Oh, no I mustn't give in this way! I mustn't! She fought with all of her inner strength against this betrayal of her body. Visions of Paul burst like fire-crackers in her brain and dissolved into nothingness as quickly. Oh… where was he now when she needed him? Where was he last night…? Oh Christ, I mustn't let him win! I mustn't! Paul! Paul! P-P…!

At that moment the Moroccan's tongue shot forward, burrowing up her palpitating cunt like a frightened snake. The shock spiraled insanely along her spinal column to the plexus in her neck where it flowered into a silent explosion of scintillating, multi-colored meteors that showered back down wildly throughout her whole being. Her crotch jerked involuntarily forward, sucking the lizard-like tongue into its mouth to its very roots. She was aflame from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head, burning as if she were in a great oven… and suddenly she was writhing and struggling to tear the negligee from her body… until she lay entirely naked before and beneath this horribly massive, beautiful monster.

Her entire sizzling body had become a gaping fissure that only he could fill with his great scalding flesh. Nothing else mattered… not Paul, not her own plight, principles or humiliation… nothing but the reality of the probing tongue that had slithered from her hot, steaming cunt and was racing in tiny whirlpools up her vibrant flesh.

"Oh yessss… Oh shit, yessss! Suck my tits… yes, yessss like that, like that! Bite me, you bastard! Aaaaagggghhhh!"

It was a relentless, slashing demon, that tongue… moving up to her throat, licking at her nose, her eyes and cheeks and ears, the hot, thick saliva coating her skin. She whimpered and writhed and moaned beneath his massiveness. She twisted and rotated her lust-contorted face around in an effort to capture the wet, fleshy mass with her mouth. She found it and sucked it deep into her throat as she would a cock, mewling like an animal. His saliva dribbled into her and she swallowed hungrily, purling for more.

Her crotch rampaged below, grinding in a circular motion with her now insatiable cunt yawning for that horrendous cock that was going to rent her whole womanhood asunder. And then, with a hand she found it. She dragged her fingernails lightly beneath the fullness of it and it jerked seeming to grow even more. Her fingers enclosed the great throbbing shaft and she gasped aloud.

My God! I'll never be able to take it! It's too big! She ran her hands up the entire length of the huge, pulsating weapon, trying to encircle it with her fingers… but they wouldn't reach all the way around it.

His hands… the touch of such a massive man, fired her beyond belief. Her legs began to tremble and quiver, and she arched for him to come to her… to shove it into her begging body.

He was above her on all fours and she raised her head to see the huge, bulging knob find her cunt's clasping opening. She spread her legs out wide, automatically, as far as she could, drawing her knees up until they touched her white, flaccid breasts, trying to open herself far enough to accept the great organ that he was gleefully lowering toward her arching vagina.

Again, she reached down with her hands surrounding the stone-hard cock, using her fingers to guide him… a mixture of fear and ardent desire permeating her whole being.

"It's… it's so big…! Oh God… I'm frightened! I can't do it; I can't take it!"

The words gushed forth deliriously as he jostled it for a moment against the pink ragged edges of flesh, then, with a flick of his hips, the grinning Moroccan forced the blood-filled tip brutally into the vibrating lips of her hair-lined cunt, expanding the resisting, elastic lips almost to the ripping point.

Janet's head lurched wildly to the side and she screamed.

"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh!"

And it had penetrated but a cruel inch, the pain-maddened, struggling girl trying desperately to kick her legs free and escape the torturing impalement.

Oh Christ! Oh God! Mercy! Mercy! In her wild passion she had overestimated herself. His beast-cock was too big! She could never take it in a million years. It was ripping her cunt-lips, splitting her entire crotch… the pain was unbearable! Mercy! Mercy! God almighty!

The Moroccan levered himself up onto his hands above her, each one firmly planted on either side of her like giant pillars… and then, he flicked once more. He grinned down at her as the relentless boom dug into her one more excruciating inch.

"Uuuuuuuuggggghhbhh!"

Again!

"Aaaagggghhhhh… Oh God… Christ! God, stop! Stop!"

She shrieked over and over again, twisting and writhing and kicking her legs high into the air as he sunk the enormous, unbelievable cock deeper and deeper up into her screaming cunt.

"Oooohhh noooo, noooo!" Janet sobbed hysterically, tears streaming painfully from her open but almost unseeing eyes.

"You whimpering bitch!" spat Erabas. "In my country the women would spit upon you!"