uncontrolled horror as she became aware of the soft, electrical contact against the ultra-sensitively palpitating edges of her involuntarily moistening cunt. Taking a deep breath, she held it for what seemed like forever, now petrified with horror in utter subjugation beneath him.
“Ohhhhm… hhhuuunnnhhh… no… don’t!” she uttered as she became aware of the initially solid pressure against the tightly contracted opening of her swollen, puffy and pouting vaginal lips. “Wnnnnhhh… nnnogghhhaahhh!” she began gasping as the massively bulbous tip slipped carefully into her, stretchingher far more cruelly than any broom handle had ever done. Her tightly resilient soft, inner passage widened until she felt as though her trembling loins were going to literally tear from the unbearable pressure.
“N-o-o-o-o-o… pllleeeaaaassseee… Mr. Bombannente, you’re… uunnnhhh… hurrrrrtiiiiinnnng meeeeeee…” she said, as she felt the first solid shove of his thrusting cock.
Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw neither cruelty etched in the man’s features, nor joy. All she saw was a look of concentration as he continued to slowly but surely sink his throbbing penis into the depths of her helplessly exposed vagina.
Then the grin twisting his face into a tormented look of intensified consolidation disappeared as he smiled a soft smile at her, and said, very simply, “Relax, and it’ll feel good. Don’t fight it, Ella. I told you, this is as much for you as it is for me.”
She was helplessly defenseless beneath him. Utterly and completely exposed, she stared at the way the head of his cock was already inside her trembling body, and little by little the log-like shank was moving deeper and deeper inside.
“D-don’t… please don’t…” she gasped.
“For your good as much as my own!” he panted.
He came down very heavily on top of her, his solid masculine weight crushing the beautiful redhead firmly into the mattress beneath the two of them. He began pushing his hips forward, using the same motion as he sent his sleekly penetrating penis sliding that much deeper into the tightness of her sucking cunt. He pushed harder, harder, harder, and as a result it felt to Ella that the cock was charging into her with a roaring, uncontrolled fury, pushing the wet, inner velvety flesh of her vaginal walls in constantly pressured and rippling waves before it. There was no stopping him. The hot cock sank deeper and deeper until, with a loud groan, his weighty, wrinkled scrotum sac slapped heavily into the upturned cheeks of his desperately resisting parolee’s buttocks.
“Unh! Ahhhh! Oh damn, help me!” Ella cried, wailing beneath him, her pain-wracked vaginal tunnel feeling as if his plunging penis had ripped the fleshy walls into a thousand shards. She had always worried about splinters from the broom handles and had been lucky enough not to get any, but at the moment, the flesh and blood cock felt to her as if it was splintering her interior.
Al speared into the lovely redhead without mercy, knowing he wasn’t going to injure her. He had fucked dozens of women and had not caused any damage to any of them in spite of the length and breadth of his swollen cock. There was that wonderful thrill of her sucking wetness surrounding his throbbing cock-head, covering him over completely as his burning length seemingly filled every part of her tenderly burning, impossibly stretched vagina.
Al lay there, not deigning to move for the moment, wanting her interior to accommodate itself to his breadth. He knew she would shortly be feeling nothing but pleasure. Ella also remained immobile, afraid to stir for fear of feeling more stabbing torment inside her. There was nothing but silence except for their labored breathing and the throbbing of the oil burner in the next room.
He took a deep breath and began flexing his hard cock inside her. For the first time, Ella became aware of throbs within her body as the breadth and length of his heatedly jerking, pulsating shaft slammed into her the last half-inch. He pushed, flexing again, wanting to make sure he was all the way inside her narrow vagina.
“Uuunnnggghhh… hhhaaannngghhh… ooonnnggg… hhhaaarrrggghhh!” she gasped.
Clamping the heaviness of his lustfully searching mouth over that of the lovely redhead, Al began a slow, careful rocking motion between her widespread, trembling white thighs. There was still pain for Ella, who was not used to this kind of breadth, and the agony was like tiny little explosions of searing gunpowder within her narrow depths. Her inner membranes felt burned as the man’s continuing motion widened the tightly narrow feminine passageway with each short, smooth stroke. She continued groaning helplessly beneath him, letting him know she was his to do with as he pleased.
Without realizing it, the redhead found her body moving as if all connection with her mind had been severed. She was responding to the beefy man’s thrusts in an involuntary motion. Through the slowly disappearing pain she felt lewd flames of uncontrolled desire coursing through her, and she realized she no longer had any will to fight whatsoever. She had lost the initial battle, and in so doing, she was also going to lose the war. She was about to surrender her slender young form totally and completely to the drives of her parole officer, almost enjoying the way his broad penis continued thrusting itself into the tunnel between her widespread thighs. The mere thought that she would enjoy this after all, sent wild chills running along the base of her shuddering spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Al’s driving penis continuing to hungrily skewer itself wetly into her.
Her entire physical being began writhing, squirming and twisting beneath the weighty man. All the while she continued to incessantly groan into the hollow cave of his mouth, shoving her tongue with almost uncontrolled abandon into the depths of his throat. Faint mewls of thrillingly animalistic, servile acceptance rose from her throat in torrents, and her face was wrung with passion, mouth toiling, neck straining, perspiration breaking out all over her forehead in multitudinous beads. Her red hair was wet as well, plastered to her forehead.
Al slid his hands very slowly over the lovely length of her nakedly white body, caressing the curve of her hips. Then he slid his fingers beneath the smoothly undulating white moons of her roundly moving buttocks, cupping them harshly, squeezing tightly as he began uncontrollably thrusting back and forth with an even greater urgency.
The wine-impassioned, red-haired parolee found herself flexing and unflexing the muscles in her shapely buttocks while her handsome parole officer clutched her to him that much more tightly, sinking his fingers into the firmness of her quaking flesh. He jerked her all the harder against his own body, and of her own volition Ella pulled her knees back toward her chest a bit more, the sopping wet opening spreading that much wider to receive his excitedly pummeling penis, pulling it in that much more deeply, now.
The maddening pain had totally passed by now, and her legs, jerking uncontrollably on either side of the gigantically impaling penile shaft, were shaking and quivering in an abandon she was unable to control. Oh God! What was happening to her! She tightly shut her lovely blue-green eyes, slavering her tongue wantonly into the man’s mouth as low hums of velvet pleasure numbed continually through her gaping throat. Ella was well aware the cords in her neck as well as those in her thighs were standing out, tensed and hard as she continued wriggling beneath her parole officer. Fervor was overcoming her and the lovely redhead was unable to stop herself. There was no longer any thought of right or wrong, nor did her mind dwell on the pleasure she would have received from taking heroin. All she cared about was lying where she was, directly beneath the man who, for the present, had complete control over her life, fucking her against her conscious will, yet fulfilling the desires in her subconsciousness. She thrust back at him, giving him exactly what he was giving her, lunge for lunge.
Al worked hard, actually slaving above the beautiful Ella, changing his thrusts from short, choppy plunges to long, smooth strokes. Each backward movement almost carried his hard cock out of her vagina to where her lips had to grab his corona to keep him from getting away. Then he would sink his hard prick all the way inside her again, slamming into her uplifted young belly until she felt the thrilling slap of his driving balls slamming against the exposed credence of her puckered little asshole.
“Feeling it?” he asked.
“Y-e-e-e-e-e-sssss!” she rasped.
“There’s more!” he assured her.
Reaching down with his right hand, he rubbed her buttocks, using his fingers to seek the narrow crevice between them. Without warning, he pulled her asscheeks apart and then began thrusting with his forefinger until he had penetrated the rectal rictus. For a moment it hurt Ella, and she gasped, the groan tumbling from her lips in agonized protest. He was thrusting all the harder now, taking pleasure in her responses, certain now that she would be more than happy to welcome his advances, the next time.
“Hhhuuunnnggghhh!” Ella gasped, bouncing her body all the more vibrantly in response to both, finger and driving penis.
Al smiled, intent on making her enjoy everything to the utmost. He continued working his extended index finger around and around inside, stretching the elastic softness wider and wider as he continued grinding his cock
