My God, her mind reeled, her thighs were splitting apart from the continual expanding of the small moist hole in her crotch. He was much too big! Beyond human belief! It was going to split her wide open!
Alex Cranston, Chief of Police, could hardly contain the excitement her whimpering screams were bringing him at the slow, relentless penetration of her cunt, and again and again he flexed his hips to sink an inch at a time into her, until at last, he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to fuck this little bitch now!
He rammed forward unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her, smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust his hips at the same time and his long, thick cock plunged into her moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering-ram, spiraling the soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling torrents before it. There was no holding back now and with a loud grunt he felt his sperm-bloated balls smack loudly into me upturned crevice between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.
'Oooooooh! My God! Me dear loving God! You've ripped me! You've split me wide open! Ooooh God stop!' Desiree wailed, screwing her buttocks down into the cushion in a futile attempt to escape the excruciating impalement of her cunt. Her legs, splayed wide apart, flailed in the air helplessly on either side of his great muscular body, kicking and jerking as he pinned her securely to the davenport beneath.
Desiree continued to groan beneath the massive Chief of Police as his tremendous throbbing prick sunk to the very depths of her belly. She had never felt so full in her life, so complete as she was this moment, impaled beneath the Chief of Police's enormous cock. She was skewered to the couch and she loved it, she was his slave now and he could use her as he wished, however he wished, she didn't care… all she cared about was this feeling of completion he brought to her.
Alex Cranston could hardly believe his luck, he knew that Desiree was a sexy woman but she had outdone herself. He hadn't felt this way in years, she made him feel like such a man in a way that Tulip could never make him feel. He knew that she was his now and that he could do with her whatever he wished. She reminded him of Angela, his wife, in a way. She had been the only one he had ever loved the only one he had ever wanted and God had punished him by taking her away from him. He suffered alone for many years and then he met his old pal Jim Saunders and life began to take on a different color. Jim brought him out to his restaurant, encouraged him to enjoy himself and finally offered one of his girls to him. She had been the beginning of many and now Jim Saunders dare not refuse him anything or anyone he wanted. But he would never give Jim a bad time, the truth of the matter was that Jim was providing Alex Cranston with something to live for as he grew older, something that the Police Department couldn't give him… the feeling of manliness. He felt so good like this, lying with a beautiful woman trapped beneath him like a captured butterfly and this one was a beauty, for sure. She belonged to him now and he was going to make sure that the punk Holden didn't get his hands on her… he wanted her all for himself!
'You get out of bed on the wrong side this morning, Mitch?' Jerry Garfel, drummer for the Dead Beats asked the leader of the group as he watched him moping in the dressing-room between sets.
'No… I'm just worried about Desiree, that's all!'
'Why?'
'I haven't seen her in the restaurant for about an hour now, I'm just wondering where she is, that's all,' he sighed.
'Boy are you hooked into her man, whew I don't believe it. Not that she isn't beautiful, I mean I just have never seen you so hung-up.'
'Yeah, well, I really love her Jerry, I mean, it's true I've never felt this way before… honest!'
'I believe you man, I've never seen you this way before either… listen, don't worry, what could happen to her here?'
'A lot, a damn lot more than you think. I don't trust that Alex Cranston, I've seen the way he looks at Desiree and I don't like it.'
'Man, you'd better stay clear of that bastard, he'd love to bust your ass and you know it.'
'I know, I know, still I don't trust him as far as I can spit and that's not far.'
'Cool out Mitch, we're back on in five minutes, here have a beer,' Jerry grinned throwing his buddy a can.
'Thanks man, I need this.'
'Yeah and that's not all you need,' grinned Jerry, 'believe me, I know it!'
CHAPTER FOUR
Alex Cranston was ecstatic, he had Desiree totally helpless beneath his body, his powerful throbbing rod of flesh was plunged between her obscenely split legs and she was mewling and bucking like the whore he knew she was. He knew that she was digging it though, despite her pleas for him to stop, he could tell by the way she was writhing beneath him that she wanted as much of his prick as she could get inside her hungry cunt.
'I can't stand it…' she mewled, 'please Chief no more, no more… I can't… I can't…' she begged. Then she felt him raise his heavy weight off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the davenport-cushions, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider apart, until the blood-engorged head slipped further into her pressing hard against her cervix… and then, slowly, he began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her whole body back and forth like a rag-doll beneath him while he fucked furiously into her.
'Oh, please Chief… I-I can't stand it… oh, pleeeaaaseee!' the helpless young widow pleaded as the older man forced his huge blood-engorged cock further and further into her defenseless pussy-hole!
His fingers began to trace a pattern on her face now, over her sensitive mouth feeling her lips drawn back over her teeth. He looked down and heard her emit incoherent little whimpers from deep in her throat as he continued to caress her neck as his rampaging cock battered against her tender womb, and her blonde hair cascading wildly over the cushions. God! She was beautiful!
That punk Holden could never give her what I'm giving her now, he thought to himself… I bet her husband never gave it to her really good either. She needs this, she needs to be really fucked this woman, I can tell, she really needs me! Her cunt's like a virgin's too, he thought gleefully running his hand down between them to feel his own pubic hair meshing with her golden curls, while the head of his heavy solid prick tunneled deep into the coral split that his tongue had licked to a moist rapture only a few minutes before. He could see the tight lips of her cunt stretched to the near ripping point, the elasticized inner pink rim clasping tightly around the white-skinned base of his cock like a hungry sucking mouth.
He held her like this for a moment, savoring the sensuous, imagined scene of her rare beauty impaled helplessly and defenselessly beneath him, his huge cock entombed deeply in her white little quivering belly. Christ, the feel of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and every lurid whim made his cock throb and ache, and his heavy balls churn with the pressure that was building inside them. Damn her, he was going to give her a suck she'd remember as long as he lived!
Desiree lay frozen beneath him, helpless! She'd already concluded there was absolutely no mercy in the man, that to beg further was utterly useless. He was nothing short of a sadist. Dear God, how could she have been so erotically swayed in the beginning…? He'd become a lust-filled brute, and there was nothing she could do but lay there under him and degradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of his lewd sperm into her cringing vaginal passage. Oh God… Oh God, what had ever come over her that she had willingly given into this, without even so much as a struggle? Mitch… Julia…? Was anything or anyone worth this horror? She must have lost her wits entirely. Oh… how lewd and debasing it all seemed now, with the pain that filled her loins, instead of the bliss of such a short time ago. She'd been hypnotized by the carnal enchantment… had completely lost all sense of morality, or reality… and now, was paying. Oh Hal… Oh Hal… why did you die and leave me all those years ago… why… why?
The vicious hot pain of his cruel entry still tore fiercely at her insides; yet, his massive cudgel was presently moving in and out of her at a reasonable, not unbearable tempo… if only he didn't increase it, or change it in a sudden burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance and was immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite him more, and abruptly, his great
