coming around!
Dianne could barely comprehend the abrupt new wave of entrancement saturating her whole being. All pain had left her, giving way to a maddening electric-like tingle that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. She was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs. She rotated her hips from side to side around his fleshy, impaling cock, feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to its rhythmic throbs. He had suddenly made himself immobile, resting still above her with hands placed on either side of her shoulders, and he was letting her trembling body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot wet flesh that bridged them into one.
Faro gaped down between them to watch her moist, grasping cunt slide up and down his thick rod, the thin pink ridges of coral-hued flesh pulling out and clinging to it as she screwed her buttocks down into the coverlet, then the salacious mouth between her legs absorbing the soft folds back into her as it swallowed the slippery, glistening length of his prick on the slow tantalizing upstroke. He let her work and strain against him a while longer, listening to her whimpers of uncontrolled delight as she labored now with utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy.
She was gone now, completely lost, he gloated, watching her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up and down motions faster and faster with the passing of each second, the urgency of her thrusts against him more pronounced, her lust-bared teeth chewing at her swollen lower lip as she strained toward orgasm. He felt the secretions of her sucking passage beginning to flow and heard the wet sluicing noises of the in and out sawing movement as she thrust greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back raised high off the bed to arch her crotch tight up against him… It was then that he reached back, grabbing her ankles and shoved them brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to cry out as he rolled her into a contorted ball of helplessness beneath him. He held her there securely making the widespread slit between her legs completely open and vulnerable to his lust- filled cock.
Half crazed now with desire, Faro pulled his deeply buried shaft from her until only the tip penetrated her… then, he plunged forward with every ounce of strength in him, ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina.
'Oh… unnnnggghhhhh!' she grunted as it raced into her and she could hear and felt the wet smack of his pelvis battering against her crotch. His heavy body dropped down on her brutally, crushing her full, tight breasts beneath her knees into her chest. His thick cock pummeled into her receptive cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves before its smooth, rubbery head.
He began long hard strokes into the seething channel, and the quivering moist walls clasped around the fleshy rod hungrily, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His balls slapped into the damp of her buttocks with a vengeance. She groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of her stretched passage as he began a heavy deep thrusting into her grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy.
Suddenly, Dianne realized that this was it! This was it! His thick, expanding cock digging into her like an air- drill made the cords in her neck abruptly tighten in an unmistakable sign. She could think of nothing but the enormous, agonizing sweet buildup inside her.
'Oh God… oh God! I-I'm going to cum. Yes… my God, yesssss… I'm cumming… cuuummmmiiiinnnnggg! Fuck… fuck… fuck hard!' she pleaded with a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in a demented frenzy deeper and deeper into her widespread crotch.
Her cunt walls opened like a thousand tiny springs, emitting a flood of warm, gushing secretion to bathe his insanely pummeling cock like a hand holding warm soapy water. He rammed harder, faster, burrowing deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her steaming, spewing cunt, and the juice seeped wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice of her ass and flooding his balls as they slapped rhythmically against her tightly puckered anus.
'Oh God… Oh God… Oh God!' Dianne chanted, twisting and writhing beneath him, and spurring him on to force her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head and fucking into her like a mad man. Bright flashes filled the room again and again as she continued to grunt out her climax, the juices still gushing in never-ending spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her bucking rear end.
Then, she felt A.C. jerk, tense and curse, followed by the hot jets of his sperm shooting deep up into the sanctuary of her dilating womb. Her head swam with depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts splattered wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. The hot wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth…
Her firm young body seemed suddenly drained of everything and her limbs collapsed loosely on the bed as Faro released his grip on her legs. She lay spread-eagle, feeling the heavy weight lifting from her and the cool rush of air over her sweat-soaked form.
'Well… well…' Faro sighed heavily, dropping onto the bed and stretching out beside her. 'What do you think now, Baby? Was it worth it?'
What did she think? Was it worth it? Oh God… she couldn't think… not really… It'd been wonderful… She couldn't deny that… Dear God… she was nothing but a whore… just like all the rest of them in this horrible little community.
CHAPTER TEN
Mark Coleman was experiencing a state of irritation. There was no damned reason for it, he thought, but it was with him all the same and had been since the wild night he had spent with Tonya Faro, three days before. There was no question about it; the woman was a nympho. She'd near extracted the marrow from his bones. He'd slept the day through Sunday, inasmuch as he had to be in court the following morning, and had not seen his beloved wife since he'd skipped out on her at the Club with Tonya, Saturday night.
Dianne had moved out of his bed, obviously, and established herself in another bedroom in the house. She had kept the door locked, took her meals in there and refused to see him. Only the housekeeper, Mrs. Gray, had laid eyes on her during the three-day period. Not that he gave a damn about that either, he kept telling himself, but after all she was his wife and there were certain obligatory functions, as such, he expected of her, one of which was to appear on the podium beside him that night at an election speech he was to make. He had sent word up to her by Mrs. Gray some two hours before, but Dianne had refused to acknowledge his order one way or the other, and at the moment he sat in his study drinking scotch and sodas and working up to a slow boil.
He had no idea how far A.C. Faro had gotten with her, but he felt certain it hadn't been all the way. She was too damned prudish for that… maybe a little hot necking and petting, but never any further… and that made him feel a bit better, although for the life of him he couldn't reason why. That's what he'd acquired her for, wasn't it? For bartering power, the image, and for whatever other advantage she could be to him along the way? So, why the irksome fermentations at the thought of her and Faro together? He'd had Tonya in every way, shape and form, hadn't he? And now he had the Reed Machine behind him… Hell, it was all going beautifully, even better than planned. So why the gnawing grumble in his belly? Let her sit up there and brood her tight little ass away if that's what she wanted… just as long as she conformed to his programming… Damn her, she certainly had no complaints… and maybe it was just about time that he told her that!
He stood abruptly, set down his glass and stormed from the room, taking the wide stairs two at a time. At her locked door, he hammered authoritatively. When she didn't answer, he stepped back angrily and kicked it open with the driving sole of his shoe, splintering the casing around the latch, the barrier swinging back forcibly to bang crescenduously against the wall.
Dianne lay on the bed attired in nightgown and negligee. She sat up with a start as he burst into the room, then stopped short to stare at her, his eyes red-rimmed and enraged. The sight of him reminded her immediately of her wedding night and a shudder passed through her.
'What the hell do you think you're doing?' he raged. 'There's no doors locked to me in this house, lady… especially yours!'
She had been shocked more than frightened by his onslaught and quickly gained control of herself. Three long days and nights of shame, degradation, tears, and finally acceptance with purpose had wrought a changed
