rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath to fill her passion-emptied lungs and still the flames of undiluted passion raging uncontrollably in her cunt – a scorching inferno of unfulfilled animal desires that still painfully awaited relief. Without any conscious effort, as if in a dream and she was alone with no one to witness her shamefulness, her own hands began to ease slowly along the flat expanse of her belly, drawn as if by magic to the fluffy little vee between her thighs. The fingertips of both hands brushed lightly over the puffy hot lips of her wetly hungry crevice, and a jolt of excitement shot through her torso as she began caressing the incredibly sensitive folds. One outstretched slender finger slipped inside the sperm soaked opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the softly moist walls close involuntarily around the invader, hungrily gasping at anything to fill the painful void.
She jerked her hand away quickly as she felt the sofa move ever so slightly; and she saw Roger kneeling at the other end, still completely naked, his long penis clutched between the clenched fingers of his left hand like some menacing weapon at the ready. Above her like that in the nearly blackened room, he towered over her like some medieval giant. She couldn't take her eyes off his rubbery cock, and he watched her, pleased with himself, as she kept her attention focused on the fleshy pole dangling from his wet, hair-covered loins. As she stared, mesmerized, it began to swell, only a little at first, in a tiny quivering crawl, then more, in pulsating movements of new growth as the momentum of desire grew stronger within him.
'You don't have to play with yourself, baby. I've got all the cock you can handle,' he lewdly grinned. 'Now turn over like a good little girl, and I'll show you what I mean…'
Sandy rolled over obediently on the couch, smearing the sticky trail of sperm from her thighs onto the sofa cushions. She lay quietly on her stomach, waiting for him to tell her what to do; she knew men like to give the orders, and she didn't mind obeying, particularly if it meant another taste of that magnificent penis. Anyway, she'd always liked it dog-fashion from behind; on her knees the penetration seemed even deeper, and that was perfect as far as she was concerned…
Twenty minutes had passed in that lonely, rucked up bed with only Margaret's mature body messing it up with tossing and turning. Her mind was like a movie camera, clicking off mental images of herself with Roger last night. Oh, what she wouldn't give for an instant replay of that wonderful, wonderful cock of his in her hungry mouth. It had felt so good. She'd give anything to have it there right now!
Why not? her tranquilized mind asked. Why not go down there, knock on his door and offer her mouth for his pleasure. The Swedish pride melted with hot desire. Yes, yes, damn it, she would do just that. All he could do was refuse, and she believed, needed to believe that Roger would never refuse her. He was her man.
She slipped out of bed, pulled her robe over her floor length nightgown and ran a comb through her hair and, opening the window, for a breath of fresh air, drew in a deep breath for courage, and left the door slightly ajar after her…
'Now kneel,' Roger commanded, grabbing impatiently at her hips and helping her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her firmly rounded young buttocks shoved high and vulnerable in the air, waving temptingly before him like a flag before a maddened bull. In the dim light, he could see that the moistly pouting little lips of her pussy were puckered in invitation as she leaned forward, resting her head on the opposite arm of the sofa, her softly fleshed little ass jutting up at him completely unguarded and available to use as he wished. Sandy's reddened eyes were glazed with the ravishment her body had endured, and her pulse quickened at the thrilling prospect of this man's steel-hard cock imbedded once again deeply inside the hungrily quivering walls of her pussy.
Suddenly, her dream-like anticipation was shattered as she felt the insistent probing of Roger's fully erect cock at her backside… not at the moist, eagerly waiting lips of her cunt, but at her anus!
Uncertain, she waved the trembling half-moons of her roundly fleshed buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt, swollen head of his cock pushing in against the tiny puckered hole of her rectum.
'Roger, darling, not there, please,' she pleaded, not knowing of her landlord's fetish. 'You're too big. You'll split me in half!'
There was no answer from Roger, but in the fleeting instant before the searing pain blanked her thoughts completely, she was certain she heard a muffled chuckle from somewhere behind her. His only other response was immediate and to the point… with a grunt, he shoved his powerful loins forward increasing the already intolerable pressure against the tightly clenched little rectum.
Abruptly, without warning, the anal ring bent inward – hot hotly throbbing thick pole invaded her tiny rear passage in one vicious lunge and almost a half of the long rigid length of his cock disappeared up into her hideously stretched anal mouth.
Sandy attempted to crawl forward, yelling in surprise and agony, 'Awwwww, please! You're hurting me! It hurts, pull it out. Please, Roger, please!'
'No, baby, I'm not going to take it out… but you've got the tightest asshole I've ever felt.' He laughed lewdly and grabbed the fleshy rims of her hips like a couple of handles and forced her frantically thrashing buttocks back against him with all his strength, gasping in pain himself as his massive staff sank to the hilt in the warm anal passage. His balls swung forward and slapped against her dripping wet pussy, brushing ever so gently against the sensitive ragged lips just below the obscenely-stretched rim of her rectal lips, where his pole-thick cock was plundering her mercilessly.
He gripped her so tightly that the tortured girl was unable to jerk away from this incredible agony. It was as if the blunt end of the softball bat had been somehow rammed up between her open buttocks, shoved far up inside her belly until her stomach tightened with nausea from the excruciating pain…
With her ear to the door and her knuckles white from knocking, Margaret Sorenson clutched at her bathrobe with the other hand, her mind reeling with confusion and a drug-induced stupor. He was in there, she insistently reasoned, but he wasn't answering the door. Maybe he had fallen asleep in front of the television set, she hoped, grasping at air. She didn't, couldn't believe that he wouldn't let her in if he were at home. No, that would be too painful to believe. Margaret set the door arattle with one final knock, before padding down the hall in her fleecy slippers, her head downcast and her spirits plundered. She took the carpeted stairway – faded and worn through to the burlap lining, half dragging herself up the stairs to her apartment and there opened the window and slipped out to the fire escape. Roger's living room window was accessible from the fire escape, she knew from past experience.
The metal was cold on her feet, even through her slippers. Carefully, she guided her hand along the icy railing and descended down one flight of barred steps that cut into he tender feet. As she neared Roger's living room window she could plainly hear moaning sounds. Yes! He was watching television. Her spirits soared until she was close enough to peak in. The she saw it – graphically.
'Oh, please, please, Roger, pull it out! I can't take it any more… please, I'll do anything you ask. I'll suck your cock, do anything, please, but not this, I'm splitting apart!'
The words sunk into Margaret's consciousness like a brandished sword. Closing her eyes against the tear- inciting sight, she watched as Roger, her man, fucked a young girl in the buttocks. A clammy hand flew to Margaret's mouth and she stood on the fire escape reeling, holding onto the railing for fear of loosing her balance. The emotional pain seared her heart, and a growing ball of nausea swept over her body, warming her stomach, then her throat. When it hit her, she couldn't hold back. Bracing her arms on the lifeless railing, she let the sorrows, the loss, and the agonies of a lost love spill over the railing to the empty streets below. A figure in the night, she pulled herself up to the third floor where her lace curtains danced in the window, inviting her to her self-chosen solitude.
Tomorrow she would think about what she had seen. Tonight she must rest. Margaret put her robe to rest on the bedpost and slipped into the cold sheets, then picked up the picture of Sandor and kissed it before turning off the light…
Down below the lewd vignette continued. Roger was deaf to Sandy's pleas, his eyes were wide with astonished disbelief as he watched his thick white cock slide back and forth, first back until just the swollen tip alone remained between the tightly stretched band of her anus, then forward again, inch by throbbing inch, until all of his long hard shaft was nestled deep inside her hotly constrictive hole. The feeling was incredible! It was as if a warm hand covered in soft brown velvet had grabbed his throbbing penis and was pulling it far up inside the helpless girl's belly.
Like a man possessed, he rammed his rock-hard rod of flesh home harder and harder, pushing aside the tender pink walls of her rectum as he shoved his massive cock as far as it could go up into her heatedly quivering
