Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume Two

When the woman thought that she had regained enough composure, she began to thrust into her again, each time increasing the momentum of her push, until Cynthia was churning and wriggling uncontrollably beneath her impalement. Her vaginal walls were stretching slightly in order to take the whole instrument, and she could feel the loose rubber sacs banging against her upturned buttocks. They felt warm and moist, then she realized that she must have filled them with hot water when she went into the bathroom.

"Ooohhhhh God," she groaned as she took every hard, thick inch of the dildo into her. "I'm so close… so close… fuck me harder with it… fuck me harder!"

The woman rearranged herself on her knees and planted her hands firmly on the floor so that she could thrust faster and faster into the squirming girl.

"That's it… come on… come on," she encouraged her, her own breath hot and heavy.

"Yes… yes. I'm going to cum now," she groaned.

As she could feel her vaginal muscles begin to contract around the giant, hard-rubber prick, the woman reached in back of her and Cynthia could feel a hot stream of warm water being emptied deep into her belly.

"Aaaggghhh," she gasped, as the warm liquid filled her insides to overflowing.

"That's more than any man could ever give you," the woman choked, thickly above her.

The water seemed to be continuous as she ground out her orgasm, writhing in contorted positions that she never thought she could manage, until her vagina quieted. The woman pulled the hard, thick tool from her channel and rolled over next to her on the floor.

"You see," she finally said, "this penis doesn't get soft. It can keep going as long as you want it and it can fill you with more warmth than any man is possible of doing!" She stroked the fake penis affectionately and stared glassy-eyed up at the ceiling.

Cynthia brought her legs tightly together, trying to ease the after pain that was throbbing inside her. She had been stretched to painful proportions and she was sure that she would not be able to walk for weeks. She bent her knees and curled in a fetal position trying to alleviate the dull pressure in her loins and belly.

"Quite a performance my dears," Johnson said finally, leering down at them, his eyes bulging with undisguised lust from the erotic exhibition he had just witnessed.

"You may go now," he continued, talking to the woman who had been her lover.

"I always let you watch me," she pouted. "Why can't I stay and watch?"

"Because I said for you to beat it," he ordered, pulling her up off the floor.

"And put that thing back in the drawer so I'll know where to find it again!"

Reluctantly, the woman got up and walked out of the room. She was still curled up in a little ball when she felt Johnson ease himself down beside her on the rug. She didn't want to make love again, her insides hurt too much to even think of it, besides she had been completely satisfied.

He reached out and touched her lightly, running his fingers up and down her spine.

"No more," she begged. "I'm too sore."

"Not where I'm going to take you," he murmured, moving closer to her and kissing the nape of her neck.

She could feel his penis hot and heavy against her hips, jerking into the back of her thighs demandingly. She went rigid, hoping that he would cum before he could take her, but when his arms reached around her and grabbed her roughly by her full, rounded breasts and pulled her backwards toward him, she knew that this wasn't likely. She was going to earn her "fix" today and she knew it. There was no other way out.

He could feel her stiffen under his touch and whispered coarsely into her ear, "If you want that money for your dirty habit, you'll do as I say!" His voice was harsh and demanding, full of lust and depravity.

He was grunting like a pig as he moved his hips up in back of her, letting his hard, swollen rod prod into the tops of her thighs and cheeks of her buttocks. She resisted automatically, trembling at the thought of his intention, but knowing that if he was going to take her in that abnormal way, she would just have to submit, otherwise she wouldn't get the money.

She felt his hips thrust at her backside and his long spear slid forcefully between the cheeks of her buttocks. It won't fit! she groaned piteously to herself, it's impossible, but the muscles of her buttocks contracted against him automatically.

She felt disgusted and degraded. She had let a woman make love to her with a horrible, obscene instrument and now this man wanted to ravage her almost-virginal rectum. She had heard stories about people making love that way, but she never thought that she would be faced with the problem again after that first time Conrad had done it to her.

"Please don't," she said weakly, knowing that he wouldn't answer.

He pulled and pushed her like putty, trying to find the tiny, tight elastic bole of her anus so that he could satisfy his own sadistic whims.

"Relax," he commanded her, "and it won't hurt so much!"

She didn't answer him, but no matter how hard she tried, the muscles of her buttocks would not relax against this unnatural intrusion.

He was pressing down hotly, insistently against her and she wanted to beg him to stop, but she couldn't. She tried to wriggle her hips away from his pulsing organ, but each time he would pinch the nipples of her breasts so hard that she would jerk backwards toward his thick, pulsating cock automatically to avoid his painful touch.

His hands moved from her breasts for just a moment and slid down between her legs, his fingers prodding at the open, aching channel of her vagina and fingering the hard bud of her clitoris. She was still damp with her own juices as well as from the warm water which had soaked her, and she could feel him guide his penis forward through the backs of her legs until his huge prick was rubbing against her vaginal slit, oiling himself for his other entry.

She groaned in anticipation of what was about to happen and she felt his fleshy staff move back and forth and then prod once again at her smooth, hairless back passage. His fingers were still manipulating her clitoris until it ached and she could feel the stab of his mammoth prick as he thrust into the cleavage between her cheeks.

She could feel the head of his penis searching for the tiny aperture so that he might take her there and she tried to clench her buttocks firmly together so that his entry would be impossible. He felt her resisting him and thrust two stubby fingers deep into the well of her sore and aching vagina, his nails scraping the sensitive walls of her channel.

"Ooooohhhhh," she gasped and her buttocks fell limp and flaccid.

She could feel the hot, pulsing head of his shaft move up her crease until it was pointed directly at her tiny, virginal anus.

He can't… he just can't… she prayed as she felt him push roughly against the tight opening.

She could feel him slipping in and out between her cheeks, brushing over the tiny, minute hole and she gasped in pain as he forced the head of his great rod inside her rectum for just a moment. She straightened her legs and stiffened her body against the pain as she felt him trying to enter her.

Tears of degradation and humiliation built up in her eyes and began to roll down her cheeks. She wished that it wouldn't hurt so much, because she needed the money and unless she cooperated, she wouldn't get it.

She wiggled alongside him, hoping that he would think she was trying, but actually she was trying to dislodge his first attempt at an entry.

"Don't fight me," he warned, "or it will be harder for you!"

She could feel his erection, thick and throbbing, work its way between her buttocks again, this time shoving fiercely at her tiny, unyielding bole.

"Aaaggggghhh," she gasped as she felt the first inch of thick, hard flesh force its way into her rectum. She bit her lip and tried to arch her back away from him, but he held her fast.