Ann Crouse - Runaround Stews

"She loves it, Ann, don't fool yourself."

Mike's lewdly searching hand was on her tingling pussy now, rubbing and probing with lingering delight. His fingers began to part the silken blonde curls of her pubic hair.

"Mr. Boston, really…"

"I'm going to finger fuck you, Ann," he rasped brokenly in her ear. "Would you like that, while you watch the girl suck that man's big thick cock?"

Oh, God, it was happening! What should she say? What could she say?

"Yes, I mean, n… yessss."

Mike Boston chuckled to himself as he felt between her thighs and pressed his middle finger slowly up into Ann's already passionately seeping pussy flesh. The powers of suggestion always seem to work best with the- sophisticates, he mused with sadistic pleasure. He felt her distended clitoris slip wetly forward to make searing contact with his probing hand as his middle finger entered her easily and wormed its way up into her unresisting vagina to the depth of his palm, and then slipped a second finger up in beside the first.

"Watch the movie, Ann. See how she sucks that cock! Look at her saliva spilling out of the corners of her mouth because there is no room for anything but his prick in there!" he purred in her ear, pronouncing each word carefully for full effect.

Long delicious minutes passed, and Mike's fingers had churned Ann's milking cunt-flesh into a virtual froth. The girl in the movie continued sucking on the black man's unnaturally massive cock, swallowing her own saliva to keep from gagging. His lust-bloated rod of flesh reached far back into her throat. He came… and came… and came. She sucked and sucked and swallowed in animal desire.

"Oh God!" Ann had never seen a stag film before and she found it strangely provocative.

"Like it, Ann? Don't you wish you were sucking a cock like that? A big, hard, thick cock, oozing with love juices. How long has it been Ann?"

"Oh, please. I can't watch anymore." Ann was losing ground fast and she knew it, even through her swimming mind.

Ann covered her eyes with her hands and began to sob. She was betraying herself, and the memory of her dear Paul, by allowing herself to be subjected to such filth. Her self-inflicted reprimands were short-lived, however; before she knew what was happening she was on her back on the couch with the beaming Mike Boston glowering over her in the dim light of the fire – now that the awful movie was finally over. She could sense him rummaging around in a hidden compartment under the sofa.

"There it is," Mike muttered in growling tones. Ann's hands now lying limply at her sides, she had a full view of the next torturous toy of this madman. A giant dildo, a plastic cock, bigger than life! It was at least nine inches long and nearly two inches thick and had a three foot long handle at the end that he could control by several buttons.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Ann had pleaded. He was insane, she was convinced of that. But did he have to kill her with that? No woman could take a monstrous cock like that up into her cunt! She watched, her eyes wide, her mouth open and screaming, as the giant plastic cock came forward and she felt its brutal size and strength at the tender opening of her cunt.

"Don't worry, my dear. It's well oiled," Mike smiled sadistically down at the contorted face of the blonde woman spread helplessly beneath his power.

It came relentlessly forward, spreading the lips of her pussy, spreading them wide and tight in a perfect circle around the head. It continued to spread the lips as the huge rubbery head burrowed slowly up inside, aided by the oil and her own excitement. The walls of her vagina were spread until she felt excruciating pressure and felt she would burst.

With a smooth, wet sluicing sound, the cockhead slid slowly up into her cant and the lips of her vagina stretched taut and white, like rubber bands, around the artificial shaft. Slowly, the great plastic head began to pull out and she realized then that it was on a great mechanical shaft. Another of his tricks!

The hard voice of Mike Boston shattered through the pressure of the cock sunk deep up between her thighs. "In a little while, you're going to beg for more and more and more."

She groaned aloud as the plastic cock started forward again, fucking deep up into her and slowly withdrawing. She groaned again, wracked with a helpless feeling, seeing stars and begging with him when she could catch her breath.

To answer her pleading cries, Mike increased the depth and tempo of the rhythmically fucking instrument and she felt him tickling her nipple with his free hand. A great growing sense of lewdness and pleasure deep inside her quivering belly rose to meet and mingle with the hesitation she was feeling. Gone were all thoughts and memories of Paul, of a life that could have been.

Then, with a final jerk forward the dildo plunged home and as she felt it press hard up against her cervix, she moaned a deep, low, moan at the momentary pressure. Stars, like pinwheels of light danced in front of her face and she blinked her bugging eyes and saw the great cock, its realistic-looking shaft glistening with her cant's moisture, retracting from her and the lips of her vagina peeling outward with it; and rolling them back, revealing parts of her soft pink cant flesh as it did so. Then it plunged teasingly back in again, rolling ends of her soft blonde pubic curls into her cant with it. The tempo and speed increased and she couldn't protest because she was fighting for her breath with each stroke.

Her strength and resistance broke down as the dildo began pumping in and out. Faster and faster it went, bigger than any real cock and much faster. It could go on all night! It was impossible to stop or fight and, as she relaxed, wincing against the pressure, she felt an evil enjoyment, a tactile, lewd, devilish enjoyment of the artificial cock fucking her, something, an animal sound, a half-moan, half-whimper, escaped from her throat. She stared, with glazed eyes and watched the huge dildo slither obscenely up into her cant and pull out again, jerking her back and forth. She was beginning to feel a wild pleasure beyond description. This hurt, but it hurt good! Better than anything she had ever felt before! She was trapped and the artificial dildo drove home with such force that her body and breasts gave a lascivious leap and his massaging of her nipples sent a thrill down to her loins where the huge phallus was preparing to fuck up into her wide-spread cant again. A loose, wanton smile formed on her lips and she felt herself straining forward to accept the next long inward fuck as the machine increased its tempo and she felt adrift, abandoned, wanton, fucking wildly back at the machine while Mike watched and gloated.

His mouth next to her ear, he asked, "You like that, Ann?" She moaned and finally hissed, "Yesssss!"

"Would you like some more?"

Sweating, her teeth gritting, her face twisted with lust, she nodded and the tempo increased and her eyes rolled in her head and her mouth fell open in a low moan.

"Is that better than anyone you've ever been fucked by?" Mike asked, his voice breathy and high.

Her mouth was open and wet and her tongue licked at her dry lips as she drooled and moaned as the great cock plunged on and she felt her body tensing in anticipation of the orgasm that would course through her.

"Answer me!"

She nodded and breathed in a husky voice, "Better!"

"Better than who?" he asked in that strange voice. "Who? Better than any man you've ever had? Tell me!" he commanded sadistically.

"Better," she breathed again, feeling an odd pleasing shudder go through her body.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

Ann shook her head and closed her eyes. She didn't want to think, only to feel that thing plunging into her cant while she spread her long silken legs wide and enjoyed it to the fullest.