Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

Oh Paul! Paul! I never knew it was like this! Why hadn't he told her? Such magnificent things were bursting from her body!

Abruptly, her love for Paul incited her further. Her now up-drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head of the gluttonously slashing tongue that was licking at her flamed-seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled savagely at the tangled hands-full of hair she clasped.

"Oh! Ohhh! Agggghhhh!" she moaned, splaying her legs out wider and wider to the sides to allow him greater access.

Leduc could stand it no longer. His cock throbbed like a wild spirited animal. He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and climbing into the table, thrust them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body simultaneously. His rigid, palpitating prick brushed tensingly against the wetness of her soft, sparse pubic hair. He splayed his hands beside either of her shoulders and forced her legs up and back until her ankles were locked behind his neck. He gaped down between their bodies and saw her upturned, the magnificence of her ivory-white buttocks completely exposed to him.

The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its lips anxiously, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against hers.

"Now, my precious little American cunt, I am going to fuck you silly," Leduc said down into her face, a wicked smile contorting his handsome, distinguished features.

Janet could not see the face hovering over her through her passion and drug-dimmed eyes. Words were unintelligible sounds to her. Only animalistic values seemed of importance. She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his hard member lying the full length of the open quivering slit. The jerking, chunky head of his cock lay palpitating between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself in a rising and falling, sawing motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips down toward it, her agonized cunt searching hungrily for its rigid blood-filled tip.

She had to have it inside her! Her belly screamed for it! You understand, Paul! I know you do! My God, I've got to have it…!

She groped with her hands in panic, finding their way beneath the cheeks of her ass to grasp the full length of the lead-hard member. Her tightly closed hands caressed it tenderly in reverence. She sensed its convulsive spasms against her soft palms, and the viscid milk that oozed in driblets from the lust-inflated head. She steered it up the vale between the soft, quivering moons of her buttocks, never allowing its touch to lose contact with her flesh until it was adjusted between the now ravenously lubricated lips of her craving vagina. She held it in place with one hand and clutched upon the man's buttocks with the other, hauling with all of her strength in an effort to pull it into her and let it quell the gnawing, hot heat burning madly in her belly.

Originally, Leduc had entertained no intentions of taunting her, but now he could not help himself. Even though he had all he could do to keep from instantaneously impaling this lovely American bitch on his aching cock, his sadistic desire to torment her could not be denied. Shortly, he would empty his white, hot sperm into her luscious steaming cunt, but temporarily, he must taunt her. It was undoubtedly an inherent part of his nature. Perhaps his noble father, the count, had found gratification this way. Certainly, the count's reputation was such that today his name was only mentioned in conjunction with the more Cyprian of circumstances. He chuckled within himself, thinking his sire would be proud of him at this exceedingly meritorious moment, then, he flicked his hips forward.

Janet winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina forced open. Its elastic rimmed snugness resisted momentarily, then gave way beneath the harsh, brutal pressure. The agony shattered her for a long moment and she endeavored to mechanically resist, squealing a throaty wail.

Leduc reveled in that. He was elated to hear her painful cries. He thrust again, listening intently for her deeper whines. Suddenly, he wanted to hear her scream for mercy! He could stand it no longer! He rammed forward with everything he had, a momentary flickering of understanding for Paul Arden flashing in his brain, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way in to his pelvis. He felt his balls whap resoundingly against her twitching anus as she ground her squirming buttocks hard down against the ungiving, table, attempting to escape the cruel, instantaneous impalement. She screamed! Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his long, lean body, splaying over either side of the the table, kicking futilely in the air.

"Paul! P-Paul! Good Jesus God! No! Nooooooo!" she choked, her naked, white body pinned helplessly to the narrow table as though impaled there by a stake. With her every jerk the huge head seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her. The doctor's outstretched arms pinioned her tightly to the thin mattressed table, while his wide-spread knees held her thighs split to the fullest extent. She was certain that her body was being ripped down the middle and she would be rent in half from this giant thing imbedded deep in her crotch. The searing, pole-like shaft felt as though it would burst into her throat from beneath as its bloated head thrust hard against her cervix, rocking her own head as if it were on hinges to her neck as the monster pummeled into her.

Leduc gaped at her from above with a lascivious smirk on his lips. He was truly elated. He had garnered an exquisite morsel. Right now, her face was contorted from the agony of his first vicious stab. He grinned widely as her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers emitting from the depths of her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, and he chuckled as he watched her attempting to hold back the blunt, hard knob pressing against her womb like a great heavy stone.

Poor child, she had never known anything like this, let alone having it this deep, he thought, as he held her pinned in the lewd, humiliating position. He glanced down once more to see his curly black pubic hair entangled tightly with her own golden strands, the base of his thick, fleshy cock barely protruding from its submerged depths in her pink, throbbing furrow – the very same that his educated tongue had licked to moist, craving receptiveness only moments before. He could see the tight, slightly bruised lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the spongy outer pink rim clasping tightly about the white skinned base of his cock.

He smiled once more to himself, holding her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of her magnificently impaled loveliness speared helplessly beneath him, with his heavy prick sunk deep in her smooth white belly. Mon Dieu! He wished her husband, the young proud diplomat could observe his wife now, spread-eagled, so as to speak, with a disgusting subservient alien causing her to scream and yell. Mon Dieu, what pleasure he would derive from that. He tittered to himself. Tel est notre plaisir. Tel pere, tel fils, mon ami. And he was going to give this American beauty a fuck she would never forget as long as she lived… and that was only the beginning.

Janet squirmed helplessly beneath him. All sense of balance had long since left her. Her brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and she could not apply what thinking capacities she had to anything but what was immediately absorbing her. Presently, it was agony. She could feel the searching, hot pain of the sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides from between her legs. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in an attempt to hold off the huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite the monster and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. She felt the walls of her cringing cunt clasp around it like a glove. She sensed its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its enormous form in minute detail to her muddled mind like a televised beam.