into her. He would get her so used to this, from now on there would be nothing but thrills.
Ella was aware of a second finger now working into the tightness of her rear tunnel, seeking its way in, stretching the narrow opening even wider as her moans of pleasure became louder and louder. Her anal constriction became more and more accustomed to the strangely unnatural invasion.
Al brought his other hand around to where his driving phallus was sliding smoothly in and out of the lovely lady’s tightly clasping vaginal opening. She shuddered as she felt his fingers fondling her quivering, hair-lined lips until more muted, unrestrained groans formed in her throat and escaped her. Her widening vaginal tunnel seemed to gape open in greedy desire, swallowing the entire of his massively pulsating stiffness as he continued plunging mercilessly to the very core of her feminine being.
He speeded up his shoving thrusts now, slamming into her with hot, pulsatingly deep drives. The wonderfully tormenting agony of delighted pleasure caused her to thrash uncontrollably beneath him as she suddenly felt him pull his probing fingers from the tightness of her anal passageway, their loss suddenly disconcerting to her.
Abruptly his hands were under her knees, lifting them, then pushing them back, her knee caps all but digging into her shoulders. In this position, her wet, pink cunt was almost aimed straight up, and he slammed his cock vibrantly downward into her, creating even stronger feelings in the beautiful red-haired girl.
“Anh… Anh… Anh… Oh… Hhhuuunnnhhh… Yesssssss… Aaannnhhh… Ooonnnhhh… Unh… HUnh… harrrderrrrr…” the lovely woman chanted beneath him, her beautiful face now so contorted it had become an unrecognizable mask of insanely wild passion.
Again the handsome parole officer quickened his driving strokes into Ella, grunting and groaning, grinding the full length of him deep and hard, his throbbing penis boring into the hidden recesses of her trembling womb. She was a mass of inundatingly exquisite wetness, and her trembling loins blazed with a thrillingly primitive passion consuming leer unthinking mind for the moments overpowering all thought other than thatof the magnificent pressure continually building up inside her. She was vaguely aware of his hands running over her like searing tongues of burning fire. She was more aware of his kissing lips than ever before, and she was just as aware of the hot friction of his body rubbing against hers as he continued squirming and pummeling against her. She suddenly felt sensations she had never realized existed in her body. Thrilling feelings clambered about within her, building needling delights to an unbearable pitch. The redheaded woman suddenly realized she was on the verge of experiencing an orgasm—a climax the likes of which had been totally unknown to her before.
She panted and writhed, then heard the man’s wailing gasp. His driving penis became an uncontrolled animal that continued moving in and out of her shuddering body, raging and hurtling into her, making her quakingly tingle all the way from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
“Hhhaaaiiiggghhhyyyaa-annnggghhh… yesssss… ooonnnhhh… I-I-I-I-I… can feeeeeeel ittttt… yyyaaaggghhh!”
She jerked and twisted and writhed against him as her orgasm washed over her, thrilling her with sensations she’d had no idea existed in the human body. She was higher than high, higher than heroin would ever take her, climaxing and reaching for new plateaus, unable to stop herself, going to the moon, and then beyond.
She continued writhing and squirming against him, feeling his throbbing penis distend once again as it began pumping his hot, thick sperm all the way into her orgasmically quivering belly.
“Ohhhhh… hhhaaannnhhh… yyyyeeeeaaaarrrrgggghhhh gggghhhhaaaannnngggghhhh wwwwaaaauuuugggghhhh!” he bellowed.
Their juices mingled inside her, and there was such an abundance of flowing liquids, it almost immediately began backing out, flooding his pelvis and hers, washing over his bloated balls, and dripping between her buttocks. But Ella was unconscious of anything and everything other than the passion this man had awakened in the depths of her quivering belly. She was feeling sensations she hadn’t believed existed, and because Al Bombannente had awakened them in her, she imagined herself suddenly very much in love with the man. Like so many female parolees before her, she was now willing to do anything and everything he told her, not because the law said she must, but because this was what she wished to do.
When it was over, Al rolled off Ella and lay beside her. Both were out of breath. Both rested for more than an hour, and then her hand, of its own volition, began stroking his limp, sticky cock, and she smiled at him and said, “One more time… please!”
Far be it from him to deny her such a healthy feeling. Smiling, he rolled onto her, and once again drove into her.
It was a good feeling in more ways than one for Al Bombannente to know Ella Montefusco would straighten out. First of all, she would stay away from drugs of any kind from now on, because he had taught her there was something more natural that was a lot more fun. He had an idea she might try it with one or two other males, but he would turn his back if she did. He knew she would always compare these men to himself, and he was well aware he would never suffer by comparison.
CHAPTER FOUR
Al spoke with Rona in his office once a week for two months running, and it was exactly three days after the Friday he had spent with Ella Montefusco that he knew Rona was set to make another big buy. She had, against his express orders, left San Francisco that weekend, and he knew she had gone south of the border.
Monday morning, having cleared his calendar, he paid a direct visit to Rona Everson’s home. She lived in the Nob Hill area, and once again had a bevy of servants at her beck and call.
Rona, dressed in a blue negligee, met with Al in what was termed the receiving room, and Al said to her, “Let’s stop playing games, Miss Everson. I know you left San Francisco this weekend.”
“Oh?” Rona asked, her hand going to her throat.
“I warned you what would happen if you tried anything like this. What you’ve done is a violation of parole. If it can be proved that you had anything to do with drugs, they’ll put you inside forever this time, throwing away the key.”
“Come with me,” she insisted, and led him to a private theater-like room in the house. It had a lot of sofas in it instead of theater seats, and there was a huge projection video screen set up against the far wall.
Looking at the walls, Al realized the room had been soundproofed so that whatever it was Rona chose to watch on her projection-video screen would not be heard beyond this room. She turned on the screen after slipping a cassette into one of the new six hour tape recorders. She showed Al all kinds of statistics concerning crime and how most of it in the area was committed by junkies.
Rona told him it was her mission in life to help these poor wretches, easing their misery, and at the same time preventing them from hurting others, since it was the victims of their crimes who were hurt in the long run.
“Miss Everson,” he told her when she had finished. “I don’t think you understand. What you’re doing is making things not only easier for known junkies, but some of the stuff you supply goes to turning young kids into hopheads, as well. I have to insist that you stop this at once, and in addition, turn over the name and location of the man you buy your stuff from so he may be apprehended.”
“Mr. Bombannente, I don’t know who or what you think you are, but you do not control my life. You will not tell me what to do, nor will I allow you to interfere with what is my mission in life.”
“One call from me, and you’ll be back behind prison walls,” he admonished.
“Maybe,” she nodded, “but my work will go on.” Yet she shuddered.
“Why? Because you’ll sign over your money to someone else whom you think will continue this rotten practice for you? I’ll have the state lock up your fortune and keep it locked away until you die in prison, and the money will then either go to your legal heirs, or be donated to some charity. No, Miss Everson, you are definitely a danger that has to be stopped. I’ve had men trailing you this weekend. Pretty soon I’ll know just where in Mexico you went, and when I do, I’ll sever that connection completely. In the meanwhile I’ll have you tossed back into the slammer.”
“No!” Rona gasped. “Look, I’ll stop this. Don’t you see, this isn’t all I’m doing. I also have homes set up for unwed mothers. I’m doing a lot of good and you mustn’t interfere.”
“Miss Everson, for every bit of good you’re doing, you’re doing twice as much harm. Even if you were to stop your dope dealing now, I think we should stop this fooling around and send you back to prison where you’ll be
