heatedly eager mouth came down very suddenly, anxiously searching for hers. He found it with no trouble at all, pressing his lips wetly against those of the lovely parolee, all but cutting the insides of her lips against her teeth he drove into her with such force.
Ella groaned and began struggling feebly for an instant, sudden panic charging uncontrollably through her as she became aware of the strong man’s heavy, large hand pressing solidly into the firmness of her soft and tender breast. She gasped, quaking as she realized that any protest on her part would be futile at this point. The man had her where he wanted her. Hell! She didn’t want to go back to prison—not for anything. If it meant giving him her body, then she would do it. She allowed herself to go limp, more surprised than ever at the little butterfly-like sensations that once again began fluttering through her trembling belly.
Al lifted his lips from those of the lovely redhead, and he whispered, “There now, that wasn’t really so terrible was it?”
His hand continued lightly stroking the fullness of her round breasts through her pink dress. Moaning in desperation, the beautiful redhead realized there was no way for her to fight him. The man was too strong, and now her own body, so often abused by the women in the prison where she had been, was, for the first time in her life, beginning to betray her. Perhaps it was the wine, or possibly it was the man, himself, as she realized her raw and open nerve-ends were frayed, and her fogged mind was rapidly losing control over all of herself.
Hell! Why not! Ella knew she wasn’t a virgin in the technical sense, any longer, even if no man had ever put his hands on her twenty-three-year-old body before. Anything to stay out of prison. If the man was telling the truth and he was sterile, she didn’t have to worry about becoming pregnant. Hell! She would only have to put up with him until she was off parole. Then she would be able to go her own way and lead her own life.
“Oh!” she gasped out loud, realizing how helpless she was, making no effort to stop him as he unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it from her shoulders. She even got to her feet and helped him remove the garment, after which she took off her underthings of her own volition. She lay down on the bed again, this time totally naked, her creamy white flesh seeming to stare at him as much as he was looking at her. Her pink-rippled breasts with their large areolae looked like two large staring eyes as his hands slowly closed over them. Tiny licking flames of thrilling passion crawled enticingly through her awakening flesh. Small pinpricks of delicious sensation began racing through the tips of her pliantly smooth breasts, the velvety surface rolling beneath his fingers as they reached for her hardened nipples. He compressed each budding pink extension between a thumb and forefinger.
Ella was well aware of the burning heat of her insistent parole officer’s panting breath as it wafted against her ear. She had never expected to physically succumb even though she had decided to allow him to have his way. Then the man’s mouth was once again moving toward her face, his lips locking on hers, wetly and strongly. His tongue flicked between her lips.
Ella was unable to keep herself from responding, her own tongue leaping out and thrusting forward into his mouth in response to what he was doing to her. She reacted automatically, kissing as she had never kissed a man before as she realized how delightfully overwhelming and thrilling this man was.
Al sucked her tongue all the way into his mouth, greedily anxious for more of her. She was unquestionably one of the most thrilling and arousing women he had ever met. He ground his mouth against hers, and Ella felt as if his kisses were liquid fire.
Al eased his head away from hers, and he said, “Believe me, I’m doing this as much for your good as for my own. You’ll love it, you’ll see.”
CHAPTER THREE
Abruptly, the realization of what was about to happen to her suddenly seeped into the young redhead’s mind. What had been done to her with wooden broom handles was about to be done to her with flesh and blood and muscle. She thought of possibly breaking away from him and running upstairs. He wouldn’t dare follow her. But no, even if she did get away, he still had that glassine envelope, and he would be able to use it to put her away again. Besides, she was so shaky at this point, she was more than certain her legs wouldn’t bear her weight.
She remained lying on the bed as he released her and got to his feet. Then he was hurriedly undressing. Ella stared and wondered what was there about this man that almost made her want to do this.
She shuddered by the time he had removed all his upper clothing. He had a lot of hair on his chest, though it was by no means a forest. He stopped for a moment, leaned down and embraced her solidly, holding her slender, shivering nakedness against his body. The boiler, in the next room, went on, and flooded the room, which had been cooling down, with heat. Ella’s hands pressed flatly against his chest and rubbed his masculine nipples, the soft curls of silken hair tickling her palm.
Then the man’s mouth was once again pasted to hers, once more parting the barrier of her lips, his tongue easily gliding between them, past the barrier of her sharp teeth. She found herself sucking on the oral organ while jabbing furiously at it with the tip of her own tongue.
Unconsciously, she allowed her hand to slide over his chest, as well, her fingernails raking through his hairs, touching one of his small, masculine nipples, and then she grabbed the nipple and began squeezing and rolling it between her fingers as he had done to her nipples.
The more-than-slightly dizzy young redheaded woman felt her parole officer’s hand slowly tracing a path up the tremblingly heated flesh of her shuddering thighs. The heat coming from the boiler washed over the two of them, until, momentarily, her breath suddenly caught in her throat as his fingers continued sliding upward. They parted the sensitive fleshy flanges of her vibrant pussy and slipped carefully, tenderly into the heated wetness to find the quivering inner labia that enshrined her extended clitoris.
It was at that moment that her head was filled with visions of her lascivious brother-in-law. The sight of the repulsive man loomed up in Ella’s brain as if he were somehow or other standing in that room with the two of them, staring down at them, a contemptuously knowing sneer scrawled across his face, contorting his already ugly features. As a result, Ella froze. When she finally did come to life, she began squirming and struggling, doing her best to tear the flesh from her parole officer’s naked back.
“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Al gasped, leaping up and pulling himself out of reach of her sharp, clawing fingernails. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
“Get away from me, Mr. Bombannente,” she gasped. “I don’t want you to ever try touching me again!” She was shrieking at the man now, yelling, “You’re nothing but an animal!”
He reached out and caught her wrists, gripping them and holding them tightly as he leaned over her and then slowly allowed his weight to sink on top of her trembling white body, almost crushing the breath out of her. He lay there, unmoving, remaining that way until she was unable to struggle any longer.
“Please, oh please… please…” Ella sobbed. “When I was a little girl my parents always told me about how wrong all this was. Now you, a man who enforces the law, is suddenly forcing this on me,” she gasped, heated tears streaming down her lovely white cheeks as the man’s heavy hands grabbed her roughly by her shoulders.
“It’s all right to destroy your body with heroin, but it’s wrong to fuck. It’s all right to attack a man with a butcher knife and try to take his life from him, and it’s all right for you to buy garbage, that will destroy your body, from him? It’s wrong to feel good in a natural way, but it’s all right to pump junk into your system that will kill you? Wake up Ella, your sense of values is topsy-turvy. What’s right is what feels good as long as you don’t hurt yourself or anyone else in the process.”
He was aware of the full ripeness of her lovely, rounded thighs as well as the softness of her flaming pubic hair covering her pubis when he raised his stomach to fumble with his pants and slide them impatiently down his masculine hips. He kicked his shoes off in order to yank his pants off that much more easily, and that was when Ella caught a glimpse of his long, thick penis. God! It might not have been as long as a broom handle, but it sure looked one helluva lot thicker! Oh God! He was forcing his way between her slender white loins, spreading her tender thighs unmercifully as he guided his lasciviously distended member closer and closer. She bounced her buttocks on the bed in an attempt to pull away, and he simply used his knees to jam her thighs even farther apart. When she bucked her body upward again, he was ready, and he shoved a cushion under her loins, keeping her up high. Now he was able to use the rubbery head of his throbbing cock to part the moistly clasping lips of her sucking vagina.
Ella began whipping her head from side to side in a wild frenzy, shutting her eyes tightly, quaking with
