He dropped down on her like a ton of bricks, pushing her back against the wall and knocking the breath out of her body. This time she felt his penis penetrating her vagina. He thrust back and forth, in and out. His breathing came faster; she could feel his weight on top of her, smell tobacco and drink on his breath; his cock rubbed against her labia as it slid up, down, up deep inside her, down. It was rock hard and demanding.
How much longer could he keep thrusting? He squeezed her breasts, as before, so hard it hurt. She began to moan. was it pain or pleasure? No, surely not. She disliked the man. Even though she had invited him, she loathed everything he was doing to her. She felt invaded and couldn’t respond to the brutalisation of her body.
In, out; in, out.
She didn’t want to reach a climax. She couldn’t. It was unfair!
Stop it! Stop it!
Down, up. Down, up.
Her belly was on fire, her breasts taut and firm, the nipples standing erect. She felt his penis suddenly throb and he ceased his movement, pushing hard with his balls tight against her crotch. They gasped together.
Oh God! She’d had an orgasm. No! No, it couldn’t happen. Not with this dreadful man.
His penis was losing its rigidity, gradually softening and fading away inside her like a deflating balloon, but he remained on top of her, even heavier than before. His tobacco breath was coming in short gasps.
“Oh, girlie, girlie,” he grunted. “That was the best damned fuck I’ve had in a long while.”
After a few moments he heaved himself off her and looked down at her naked figure. She slowly sat up, uncomfortably aware of her juices, mixed with his semen, trickling down her thighs. He stood in front of her and offered his penis. She took hold of it and put the loathsome thing in her mouth, licking it clean and praying it would stay soft and not harden again under the influence of her tongue.
She was out of luck. His penis emerged from the rolls of fat wrapped around his stomach, short, dark-skinned, round and thick. She took it out of her mouth and massaged it with her palms feeling it harden even more with her action. Once would have been more than enough with this awful man, but he was obviously determined to make the most of the opportunity and milk her for all she had.
Without a word Baxter grabbed her arms, pulled her up and spun her round so she had her back to him. With his hand on her neck he pushed her head down towards the floor until she was bent forward, then kicked her legs apart with his foot. She was back in the original position before getting the KY jelly. It was clear he wanted her this way, too.
Julia reached up between her legs and began to finger her vulva in preparation for the fresh invasion.
“No,” Baxter growled. “Anus.”
Julia jerked her head round to look up at him. “No. I’ve never done that.”
How much longer could he keep thrusting? He squeezed her breasts, as before, so hard it hurt. She began to moan. was it pain or pleasure? No, surely not. She disliked the man. Even though she had invited him, she loathed everything he was doing to her. She felt invaded and couldn’t respond to the brutalisation of her body.
In, out; in, out.
She didn’t want to reach a climax. She couldn’t. It was unfair!
Stop it! Stop it!
Down, up. Down, up.
Her belly was on fire, her breasts taut and firm, the nipples standing erect. She felt his penis suddenly throb and he ceased his movement, pushing hard with his balls tight against her crotch. They gasped together.
Oh God! She’d had an orgasm. No! No, it couldn’t happen. Not with this dreadful man.
His penis was losing its rigidity, gradually softening and fading away inside her like a deflating balloon, but he remained on top of her, even heavier than before. His tobacco breath was coming in short gasps.
“Oh, girlie, girlie,” he grunted. “That was the best damned fuck I’ve had in a long while.”
After a few moments he heaved himself off her and looked down at her naked figure. She slowly sat up, uncomfortably aware of her juices, mixed with his semen, trickling down her thighs. He stood in front of her and offered his penis. She took hold of it and put the loathsome thing in her mouth, licking it clean and praying it would stay soft and not harden again under the influence of her tongue.
She was out of luck. His penis emerged from the rolls of fat wrapped around his stomach, short, dark-skinned, round and thick. She took it out of her mouth and massaged it with her palms feeling it harden even more with her action. Once would have been more than enough with this awful man, but he was obviously determined to make the most of the opportunity and milk her for all she had.
Without a word Baxter grabbed her arms, pulled her up and spun her round so she had her back to him. With his hand on her neck he pushed her head down towards the floor until she was bent forward, then kicked her legs apart with his foot. She was back in the original position before getting the KY jelly. It was clear he wanted her this way, too.
Julia reached up between her legs and began to finger her vulva in preparation for the fresh invasion.
“No,” Baxter growled. “Anus.”
Julia jerked her head round to look up at him. “No. I’ve never done that.”
“There’s always a first time.”
“Wait. The jelly.”
“I’ll do it this time.”