Mary Jenkins - Innocent in Chicago Volume Two

"Aaagggggghhhhh," she moaned, twisting her hips under him so that she could feel the iron hardness of his cock as it dug into her thigh.

"Do it now," she begged, being caught up in a flood of desire, the tightness between her legs aching her.

"Not so fast," he whispered, "I want you to beg me for it. Come on, beg your daddy."

"Yes… please…" she gasped, but she knew that he would not give in to her so easily. He got much more out of it when he made her wait for him to enter her and she knew that he would not deny himself this pleasure.

Her hands reached down between them and squeezed the giant stiffness of his prick, kneading it back and forth in her hand. She could feel the skin slide back and forth over the bulging head of his penis and she knew that it must be purple from lust by now.

His hands continued to search and massage every inch of her soft, supple skin, pinching cruelly every once and awhile so that she cried out in pain. His fingers found the crevice between the soft roundness of her buttocks and he inserted one finger deep into the tiny, puckered anus with one harsh stab.

"Aaagggggggghhhhh, ooohhhhhhh," she gasped, trying to buck her hips forward to avoid the cruel impalement, but he held her fast.

"You want me to fuck you," he gasped in her ear. "Want me to fuck you now?"

"Yes… oh yes… yes…" she barely whispered, trying to adjust to the painful intrusion on her buttocks.

She pushed her hips into him, pulling her thighs back towards her body as his hands continued their stimulation of her back passage. Finally she could feel the rock hard stiffness of his prick as he angled himself up on her body and his organ prodded at the opening of her vagina. She gave a little gasping moan as he rammed the full length of his throbbing penis into her. There was nothing left of her at all but the enormous well which itched and burned, contracted and seethed around his monstrous cock as he sawed in and out of her.

He was pummeling into her with rapid, staccato strength, gasping continuously with each in-stroke, and her legs moved around, rubbing on his thighs as she squeezed in and fell away. Her hips seemed to have a will of their own, writhing around against his as the weight and solidity within her seemed to grow bigger and bigger.

"Oh yes… fuck me… fuck me good," she gasped, her breath hot and rapid.

There was a swirling in her loins which made her strain and strain against him, begging him to fill her, invade every inch of her body. The swirling grew, causing a whirlpool of passion that was about to drain every inch of strength from her body and leave her limp. She couldn't stop her wild contortions as he plundered into her, the length of his huge, pulsing cock filling her completely until she thought he would come out her throat. She knew that she was on the brink of her orgasm and she dug her nails into the hard flesh of his back, trying to pull him in even deeper into her aching well. Her body began to shudder with a violent trembling as she began to jerk out her own climax as he plunged down deeper into her throbbing orifice.

"I'm cumming… I'm cumming…" she moaned, "fuck me harder darling… now… NOW!"

She relaxed slightly after her climax, her legs still twitching with excitement, but in a half stupor while he continued to ravage her in growing excitement.

She was pleasurably aware of his moans, his furious thrusts, the way he clutched at her buttocks, pulling her up on his cock while he plundered into her. She gasped as his stiff, monstrous rod pushed in for a moment even further than before, sending a streak of pain through her belly. She knew that he was about to reach his own climax and she could feel his huge, erect prick swelling and jerking inside her as the warm liquid of his sperm spilled deep into her belly.

He stretched out on top of her, panting for some time while she just lay there, completely immobile, sated and exhausted.

He rolled off her at last and lay looking up at the ceiling. She didn't move, she didn't have the energy to move, her legs still spread-eagled, aching and damp, the sperm running down the inner part of her legs.

"You're such a good lover," she finally whispered. "I don't know what I'd do without you, daddy."

He leaned over her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "You're the most beautiful after we make love," he said, his hands tickling her lightly.

He got up and put on his robe and walked to the bathroom. She wondered why it was that men could make love and then get up and just walk away as if they had just eaten a good meal. She lay there not wanting to move, wanting to fall asleep, but she knew that she would have to leave.

She followed him into the bathroom watching him as he showered and prepared to go out.

"What are you going to do about this Flanagan character, love," she asked.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," he answered. "Haven't I always taken care of these things? Nothing's going to happen to your old daddy, everything's going to be all right."

"Don't do anything that you don't have to," she said weakly, knowing that he would catch her inference.

"That should not concern you. I don't want to have to get rough if I don't have to, but I've got to stop him, so you just leave it all up to me."

She washed herself quickly and got dressed and waited for him in the living room.

In a few minutes he joined her and handed her one hundred dollars.

"That's for being such a good girl. Go buy yourself something nice with it. Its just a little extra that I'm sure you can use."

She nodded, taking the money and folding it into her purse.

"Thank you, darling," she said and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Be sure to let me know what's going to happen and what's going on when you find out. Remember, this affects me too."

She wasn't sure that she should have let him know that she was concerned about the part she may play in this expose, but he didn't seem to be offended at her selfish thought so she let it go at that.

"I'll call you later in the week," he called down the hall to her as she got onto the elevator and disappeared.

She went outside and hailed a cab knowing that she had to go back to the apartment she shared with Frankie. Her heart was beating wildly as she stood outside the door, feeling she couldn't bear it if he weren't there, or hadn't even left a note for her. She put the key in the lock and with a trembling hand, pushed the door open.

She peeked inside as though she were almost afraid that he might be there but with that redhead. He must have heard her open the door for when she walked inside he reached out and held her close. She fell into his arms and burst into tears of relief and joy.

He held her close, his face beaming, his eyes dark and shining.

"I've been waiting for you for days, you beautiful bitch you, and then I heard the key in the lock and…"

"Oh Frankie," she sniffed, "I do love you so." He gave her a little shake and said, "Where in hell have you been? I've been worried sick and no one had heard a word from you."

"I waited for you last night, looked for you today but no one had seen you. I even checked at the 960 Club, but no one knew where you were since you left the party."

She tried to explain where she had been and what Al had told her, but tears kept pouring down her cheeks.

"I wanted to stay away, forget about you, but I knew that I couldn't stay away, so I'm back… back for good," she stammered.

"You damn well better be," he said tenderly.

"But what about the eight hundred dollars, the money that Conrad has been giving me and I spent on clothes?"

"To hell with the eight hundred dollars!" he grinned at her mischievously. "But if you ever do it again, I'll whale the skin off your bones!" He tousled her thick hair. "And what about my redhead?"