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exerting certain pressures on his body, so he followed her directions and rolled over on his back,
bringing her with him so that she straddled him, taking his sword-thrust between her wide-stretched
thighs like a meal that she couldn't have enough of.
Sitting on his loins now, speared upwards by his throbbing penis, she rose and fell on him, like a woman
on horseback, riding a bucking bronco at a rodeo. Her blonde hair fell across her face, flying and
swooping like a golden cloak and a few stray strands of the golden threads stuck to her open mouth as
she gasped in passion. Her features were contorted in uncontrollable lust, changing with every thrust of
his penis like a kaleidoscope. Her full, supple breasts bobbed up and down as she rode his massive rod
and her buttocks squashed and spread out over his abdomen and his thighs with every down-thrust.
He raised his thighs behind her so that they acted as a backrest to her buttocks, and he rotated his hips,
watching her vagina travel down on his stiffened, pulsing manhood as it landed with a loud smacking
noise on his pelvis as it dropped again.
Her head rolled on her neck and he reached down and caught her buttocks from behind, cupping the
soft, full orbs in delicious handfuls of soft, resilient flesh. He found the tight elastic hole of her anus and
thrust a finger in so hard that it caused her to jump forward as if to escape the rough intrusion.
She gasped out from the sudden pain, "Aaaaahhhhhfff, ooohhhh ... darling," before she could relax her
rectal muscles and settle back onto his imitation prick and continue her riding motion.
The whole area of his genitals was a wet, hot blaze, as if it were a liquid fire, a volcano about to explode.
He wanted to get further into her than was possible. He wanted to pierce her heart with his thick,
massive weapon with every maddening thrust. He could feel the blood rush once again to the head of his
penis and he was on the brink of explosion.
Her breath came in a long whine, like a chant as she wiggled furiously on top of him and he knew that
she was about ready to climax, that she would not be able to wait much longer if he continued his hard,
constant impalement of her wet, contracting, vagina.
"Aaaagggghhhhh, I'm cumming ... oohhhhh, I'm cumming ... now ... now ...!" she gasped out, her eyes
filled with a kind of blind, uncomprehending fear.
It seemed to have taken her unaware, as if a switch had suddenly been thrown. She choked and choked
and choked again and then slammed her body down onto the rigid, throbbing tower of his penis as if she
wanted to devour it completely with the hungry, chewing mouth between her legs. Finally, with an
animal-like cry, she stayed there, as if impaled, as if on that final thrust his weapon had pierced the
balloon of her passion and she was deflated. She sank deeply down onto his still hardened cock, her
head hanging forward, exhausted and limp.
He held her round the tiny waist with his hands and forced her up and down as he jerked up into her.
His lips twisted with passion and perhaps a little cruelly as he forced her to ride his massive rod once
again. His prick seemed to have grown to enormous dimensions, like it had been bloated with water.
The mounting pressure in his loins rushed into his pulsating phallus, boiling and seething on the brink of
explosion, hot and wet, bursting for relief. His face flushed in a final furious moment, his teeth gnashing
together, his neck arched as he thrust in deeply one final time, bringing a muted roar of satisfaction from
his lips as his sperm gushed hotly up into the open depths of her vagina.
She fell forward on him, kissing his face as tears of joy and gratification streamed down her face.
It was some time before they spoke. Their kisses spoke, their bodies spoke, but no words were uttered,
and she was now shaking uncontrollably as the tears flooded down her cheeks.
At last, she began to regain her composure and said, "Oh darling, that was wonderful! I'll just never
recover ... you almost killed me, and I want you to kill me like that every day of my life."
"That would be my pleasure, sweetheart," he grinned. "You aren't so bad yourself, you know. You give
me a lot of satisfaction too!"
"Do I? Do I really? I want to make you happy. It means so much to me that I make you as happy as you
make me, otherwise it just wouldn't be right," she said, quite seriously, wiping tears away from her eyes
with her hand.
"Darling, you DO make my happy, so why the tears?" he answered, holding her close to him.
He could feel her body begin to relax as he held her, comforting her, and he held her face between his
hands and looked at her lovingly.
Her face clouded, remembering where they were and wondering what was going to happen if Price
found out about it. She didn't know what to say, but she knew that she would have to make some
explanation to Jimmy, but not quite yet. She couldn't spoil this very beautiful moment, their first moment
of real love.
He stroked her naked buttocks gently, and said. "Don't look so worried. I don't know what's been
troubling you, but from now on you don't have to worry about a thing. I won't let anything happen to
you. You can count on that!"
Chapter 6
"That was a very nice performance, me dear," Price said as he leered at her from across the table. "Who
was that ... an old boyfriend?"
"Yes," she murmured quietly. "He was a fellow I went with in school.
You mean you were watching us? How?"
"This house has many mirrors and many eyes, there is little that escapes us!" he laughed at her.
"He ... he, doesn't know about me. I mean, about what has happened to me. I didn't tell him, honest!"
she stammered. "You won't tell him if he comes back here will you?"
"Of course not, love," he said, almost wickedly. "In fact, if he doesn't have a job, I may be able to
arrange something for him also. Why don't you ask him to come talk to me?"
"I couldn't do that, he wouldn't understand and besides, then he would find out about me. I couldn't bear
to have him know what I've become, or rather," she said tearfully, "what you've forced me to become."
"Well, my dear," he continued, "if you don't care to introduce me to your friend, I will have to find him
myself to make my proposition, and then he will find out about your amusing occupation! You see, I
need someone like him right now ... a new face in the ranks, one that's as young and innocent as his. He
could be very valuable to me. Besides, that way you can go on banging him on the side without charge
and no one will be the wiser. So unless you want me to burst your little bubble, you'll cooperate. Do I
make myself clear?" And he walked out of the room.
She knew that there was nothing else she could do except arrange a meeting between Price and Jimmy,
so she began to think up some sort of a story that she could tell him.
That next afternoon she met Jimmy for a drink at the same bar where they had met a few days before.
He was waiting, sipping a tall gin and tonic when she arrived.
"Well, good afternoon, princess! You look as beautiful as ever." he said, kissing her briefly on the cheek.
"Have a drink, what'll it be? Same?"
He could sense that once again she was nervous, but he decided to wait for her to say something. She
had told him that there was something she wanted to discuss with him and so he thought it was best not
to rush her. Let her have a few drinks, he thought to himself. They always make me more lucid, and
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