her cheeks almost to the bursting point.
He relaxed momentarily, but let her continue sucking him. His cock felt as if it were fine crystal being shattered into a thousand needles of broken glass. He looked down to see her hand between her open legs, desperately trying to work herself to a climax. He grabbed it and jerked her fingers from her vagina with a quick, wet sucking noise.
'That's mine,' he said. 'You let me take care of that. Do you want me to suck you or fuck you?' he grinned down lasciviously, enjoying the torture he was putting her aroused body through. But, his friend's wife was too excited to do anything but suck at his now deflated cock. He pulled her head away, a thin trail of sperm following from her lips. But her mouth remained open. She needed his cock so badly and it was soft. She leaned forward to put it back between her parted, sperm glistening lips. She wanted it hard, and hard now.
'Answer my question,' he hissed, lifting her face so that he was gazing directly into her lust-glazed eyes. 'Shall I eat you or fuck you? Make up your mind, bitch!' He knew that for the moment with his deflated cock he could never enter her, but he taunted her with the cruel words of hope.
'Lay back on the bed, if you won't answer me,' he said, and watched her roll over flat on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could, her hips grinding hungrily down into the softness of the mattress, her open vagina pointed directly at him. 'Tell me you want it,' he said, his grin widening at her helpless need.
'I want it,' was all she could murmur in her agony of desire.
'Not that,' he yelled. 'Tell me the words. Say what you want, you horney bitch. Tell me you want to be suck and fucked!'
'Yes, please… Please fuck me, suck me, anything, just do it to me! Now, please!' she begged, her head lolling helplessly from side to side on the mattress.
Janet could not believe her own words. She had never ever consciously said words like that before, but he was forcing her now. Each time he spoke something more cruel was done to her. She knew she would never ever be the same again. How could she face herself after saying them. He mind whirled in a haze. Tears of confusion, shame and passion flowed freely from her eyes, but the fire licking down in her belly needed quenching. 'Please,' she cried unashamedly, 'Please fuck me. Ooooohhh, please!'
Martin was smiling again. This was exactly what he had wanted. With her so excited, so confused he could do what he pleased with her helpless body. He kneeled on the bed and she put her arms up to pull him onto her, but his cock wasn't hard yet. He would worry about that later.
He picked up her right foot in one hand and kissed the bottom. A chill ran up her leg like a zipper opening every pore on her thigh. No one had kissed her foot before. It was totally new, totally exciting. She felt as if his tongue had reached into the depths of her very being.
Carefully, slowly, he kissed at her foot, moving slowly to her ankles, then up her leg. She knew what was coming. Just as she had never sucked Greg, he, too, had never eaten her. He had tried to kiss her around her loins before, but she had always stopped him at the last minute, her puritanical upbringing triumphing over her desire but all that was forgotten now.
Now she reached down to grab Martin's hair and pull him faster to the open, pink lips of her throbbing pussy but he slapped her hands and proceeded at his own speed until a seeming eternity later she could feel the beat of his breath tickling the soft, inner flesh of her thighs.
'Are you ready for this?' he grinned down between her legs. He delighted in teasing her and knew she was near the breaking point. Any more delay and she would turn into a raving maniac. 'Yes, yes,' she gasped, looking down between her breasts at his leering face. 'Please, now suck it suck it good!'
Satisfied that she could take no more teasing for the moment he spread the soft hair-lined lips with his fingers and flicked out his tongue at the swollen bud of her clitoris.
'Ooooohhhh,' she moaned, closing her eyes tight and spreading her legs wider.
He flicked with his hardened tongue again, this time letting it rest a little longer on the throbbing center of her pleasure.
Nothing was ever like this, she thought as her mind whirled in ecstasy. Her head thrashed back and forth. She breathed in gasps. It was almost too much. The pleasure bordered on pain. She wanted to climax, but was only at the brink, not able to bring herself over to the final culmination that she so desperately wanted.
He slid his tongue down the moist, hairlined furrow from her clitoris to the opening of her pulsating cunt and thrust it into the warm, wet channel as far as he could. 'Oh, oh, ooohhh,' she cried. 'Harder, harder.' He continued licking her, pushing his tongue in to the smooth, slippery walls as far as it could go.
His hands clenched at the cheeks of her ass and a single finger slid its way across the milky white flesh to the rubbery ring of her anus. He probed at the opening softly and she writhed her hips at the unexpected touch. She hadn't anticipated what was about to come.
'Don't stop,' she begged as he lifted his head from between her legs. He was hard and wanted to put his tremendous tool to use again. His finger remained for a moment toying with her anus. Then he ordered, 'Turn over.'
No, she thought, as she struggled to roll her body over as he had commanded. He can't be, he isn't! Knowing that Martin would go to any length to humiliate her further, she was afraid of what might happen. She and Greg had always had sex in the male superior position with no variations. Now what was to happen? Her mind, fogged by the drug and the lusting minutes that his tongue had played in her fiery vagina could do nothing to control her body. She did as he said.
'Spread your legs,' he commanded harshly as he massaged the soft yielding flesh of her perspiring buttocks. Then his thumbs spread them apart, exposing the tiny elastic ring of her anus. She clenched the muscles that controlled her sphincter tightly. He bent and kissed one cheek and slithered his tongue to the virgin anus and licked at it gingerly for a moment.
Oh my God, she thought. He was going to do it. Please… 'Please, no,' she whimpered down into the bed spread. 'Not that.' But he ignored her and pushed against her thighs as she tried to close them. The bed and her legs were wet with her own excited fluids of near orgasm. He smiled noticing the liquid remnants of the extreme pleasure that he was giving her before. Now, now he would do something that no man had ever done to this young wife, not even her husband.
He slipped his finger along the soft crevice between her buttocks until it reached her anal opening. He probed it with no success. She was fighting him with all of her might, clenching her buttocks as tight as she could. 'Please, no,' she cried again. 'It's wrong. It's wron… arrggghhh,' she moaned as he pushed his finger into the tiny, rubbery opening up to the first knuckle. How tight, how sweet it is, he thought, as he watched his hand and her squirming bottom as he pushed his finger further and further up into the resisting channel. Then with a final thrust all the way to the hilt until his palm pressed flat into the soft, flaccid cheeks of her ass. 'Ooowwweeee,' she moaned. 'It hurts. Stop, please stop!'
'Quiet, sweetheart,' he told her. 'You've had nothing yet.'
There was a cruel, unyielding relish in his voice as he began to rotate his finger deep around inside to loosen the passage. He could feel the soft, buttery smoothness in her rectum as he skewered her like an animal and his grin widened more at the lewd thought of taking her there. But to Janet, writhing beneath his hand, it felt as though her whole backside was pierced with pain. It seemed like he was going to tear her open. And… a moment later in her confusion she thought his finger had grown larger, but with a piteous moan realized that he had slipped a second finger into her back passage.
She was sobbing openly now, blubbering wetly like a child. The pain tore at her insides like a hot probing poker. Her frustration at being able to do nothing to stop this man built a rage in her, a rage that would know no normal release. But there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Satisfied that the opening was primed for him, Martin removed his fingers. He's through, she thought. He's not going to do it. Oh, thank God, thank God! She breathed a long sigh of relief hoping perhaps she had satisfied his perverted desires. Maybe he would leave her alone for the rest of the night. Though she was still in need of climax, she could do that herself after he had left. The aphrodisiac still had its hold on her, but not enough, she thought, to overcome the hurt and humiliation of his perversion. Her attention centered on the furnace in her vagina in an effort to ignore the pain that still permeated her behind.
Martin repositioned his body. His weight shift on the bed had not been noticed by the girl. She had no idea what he was going to do until suddenly she felt his long, overheated cock sliding up the crevice of her buttocks toward her anus.
