He took a deep breath, sucking the air into his chest, and then he thrust his hips solidly down. He was aware of her wetly throbbing inner walls surrounding his cock like a sucking whirlpool drawing him down, down, down, sheathing every last bit of his long, hardness. He drove into her without mercy, furiously filling her in a single smooth motion, burying himself to the testicles. His heavy balls smacked against her perineum and asshole, and Judy squirmed her loins upward, her ass bouncing on the mattress momentarily.
“Oh yessss!” she gasped. “Finally! Finally! I knew there would be a difference. I just knew it.”
At that point her hungrily clasping vaginal maw began going to work on his throbbing length of stiff cock. Her muscles were more and more developed with each passing second, and her inner cunt felt like a fist gripping his throbbing organ, pulling on it the way a milking machine would drain a cow. He had never felt anything like it before. The sensations generated in him were wild… wilder than those he had felt the entire weekend he had spent with her. He knew he was going to blast his balls off at any second. For the first time in his life Al Bombannente didn’t seem to have any control over himself.
He tried to set some kind of working rhythm as he continued sinking his long, thick penis all the way into the receptivity of her heatedly slippery, nibbling tunnel, but her vagina, sucking and nibbling like some tiny bearded mouth was too much for him. She sucked his cock into her as if it were meat being pulled into a grinder. He thought he was going to be sucked inside-out. His balls were starting to swell and enlarge, and the head of his throbbing cock was growing even larger, throbbing with the sweet pain of imminent ejaculation as he continued grinding his loins solidly into hers.
Al felt the flood within him begin. His asscheeks tightened and his asshole constricted, and he knew now the dam was going to burst and he wouldn’t be able to control it, damn it! God help him! He was going to shoot, already! Things like this had never happened in his life, before. He had always managed to hold back until the woman came first. But not this time! Damn it! This time he was in love! Yes, that was the only explanation. He was in love.
Al’s face began to contort with all kinds of delightful anticipation as he felt his building orgasm swelling inside him. For the first time in his life he was feeling a sense of failure inside him. He was not going to be able to satisfy her, and there was no way for him to hold back. Even if he pulled out, he would be spurting all over the place. He was long past the point-of-no-return.
“Can’t… uhhhh… stop myself!” he gasped. “Can’t hold back… Gonna come… gonna shoot… can’t stop it… hhhuuunnnhhh…”
“It’s all right, darling,” she panted. “Just keep moving… don’t stop now… not for anything… keep on fucking… shove it in as far as it’ll go… fuck meee… fuck hard… fuck! Come on… shoot it all inside me, my love… I’m waiting for it… I want it… yes… yes… I want it from you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
She continued chanting at him, drawing her legs back by sweeping his arms under them and pressing her knees against her shoulders, lifting her cunt and her ass so he was plunging straight down inside her. Her calves hooked over his shoulders and she used them for leverage, lifting her ass up to meet his downward thrusts, countering his strong movements with upward slamming jabs of her own.
“Ohhhh, ahhhh. Can’t hold back!” he gasped.
“Shoot damn you, shoot! I’m… yyyyaaaagggghhhh… therrrre… hhhhaaaannnngggghhhhaaaarrrrgggghhhhuuuunnnnggghhh!”
He pumped all the faster now, feeling the way her interior had opened as she had climaxed. He fucked deep and hard into her, his throbbing prick plunging in and out of her wildly sodden pussy like a runaway pile-driver now that it was lubricated all the more with her excess lubrication. Then, he came!
“Hhhhaaaauuuwwwwaaaarrrrgggghhhhaaaannnngggghhhh…” he roared, fucking her as he had never fucked before while shooting wild blast after wild blast into her interior. Gushes of white-hot semen hosed through her interior again and again, filling her with floods of himself.
Al heard himself grunting like a boar, feeling thrilling sensations of satisfaction tearing through him. Gasps of pure carnal pleasure filled the room as he realized she was weeping with thrilling enjoyment. She had climaxed as wildly as he, and yet he knew in a short time she would be needing more. He didn’t question his own abilities. He knew damn well he would be able to provide whatever it was she needed.
Her pussy continued tightly sheathing his cock, pulling, tugging, refusing to let go of his penis as he pumped out the last dregs of sperm into her. Even when he went flaccid, her vaginal grip was so tight, she managed to keep the cock inside her. Her muscular inner action told him in a little while she would be making him stiffen again. He had never met a woman so perfectly suited to him before and he knew he would probably never meet another one again. He collapsed on top of her and lay there for a long time, and she silently bore his weight without a murmur. Then the pulling action of her cunt caused his throbbing penis to once again rear its head, and it began swelling all over again, once more filling her interior, and Al knew it was going to be another long night.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Al Bombannente, on only three hours of sleep, managed to get up and drive Judy to her car. She, in turn, got to work at the same time as he, and she waited for Ann Mason to show up. She knew, even though Thursday was not Ann’s day, Ann would be there.
The white-haired woman was there less than ten minutes after she had settled into her small cubicle.
“I read about what happened,” she said to Judy. “I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry. If I had known Bert was going to attack you as he had, I would never have begged you to go after him.”
“I know that,” Judy nodded. “Look, Ann, the whole world didn’t come to an end for either one of us, last night. Bert was a bummer. Such things happen now and then. There are other men, and what’s more, I have just the perfect man for you. I want you to meet him this evening. Today is his parole day, and I’ve arranged for him to come here at four-thirty. This way, if he’s been toeing the mark, at five, when the place closes, I’ll bring him to meet you. I don’t want you saying a word about Bert. Bert is dead in every way. He never existed… never. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” Ann nodded.
“Good!”
Ann left, feeling somewhat better than she had felt for more than twelve hours. Judy had forgiven her, but more important, she was finding another man for her.
The man was Perry Morton, who, while not nearly as young as Bert Karnstein had been, was more suited to Ann. He had been in prison only once, on a forgery and counterfeiting rap, because his social security wasn’t enough to cover what he needed because of the cost of living. He would have been willing to spend the rest of his life in prison, but prison didn’t want him. He had been paroled and Judy had been his parole officer. She had assured him she would find him someone with whom to live so he would be able to share expenses and continue collecting his social security. As a result Perry did not return to forging five dollar bills, which he did relatively well. He had been caught simply because of the paper. He had gotten poor quality paper. He had known how to overcome it in the future. He would bleach one-dollar bills white, and then use his plates, which no one had ever found, to print new five-dollar bills.
When Judy introduced Perry to Ann, he decided he would delay his counterfeiting activities for awhile. Between his social security and what she was earning, they would be able to afford the rent on her apartment, and still have enough money left over to buy food and clothing.
That evening, Judy met Al Bombannente for dinner, and then the two of them decided she would move into his apartment. They weren’t kidding themselves. Even if they weren’t going to get married for awhile, they knew they wouldn’t be able to live apart. Judy was smart enough not to interfere with the way Al “reformed” his female parolees, but by the same token she never felt the need for another man. It had nothing to do with a lack of independence on her part. Al, for all he was giving his female parolees, was still more than enough for her. Besides, anything less would have been just that… less, and she had no intention of accepting less.
