He flopped down heavily and reached over to me, quickly pulling me up over his passion-fevered loins. His strength was as awesome as was his staff.

My breath came in quick labored gasps. It felt as though my cunt was on fire, and the spirit of licentious liberation from all inhibitions drove me to heights of wanton desire which I had never before known. Now I only wished he would put his penis inside my aching pussy, quickly!

"Like this, baby," explained the man whose fingers were now clasping the satin-smooth cheeks of my resilient buttocks and positioning my small vagina directly above his throbbing hardness. A lewd little smile lighted his face as he noted the half-fearful, half-lustful gleam in my eyes as I stared greedily down at the size of his penis. The panting giant was irritatingly sure that I'd like his big thick cock well enough once it was firmly ensconced within my trembling cunt.

"Take it in your hand and put it in your cunt," he ordered, too impatient to pay attention to the cock- teasing woman's objections.

"No!" I wailed. "I can't! I'm afraid! I won't!"

"Oh, God in heaven!" I thought, he is surely going to tear me to pieces. But I was helpless against his every wish. My body ceased to struggle and strain, and much to my astonishment the needles of desire and thrills of excitement began again, prurient flames of eroticism flooding through my loins.

"Now take it and stick it in ya' fuckin' pussy and hurry up about it," he commanded, still leering.

"How did I ever get in a position like this?" I thought.

I reached down and touched his rock hard tool again. Then, slowly I slid my fingers around that monster, just barely making it all the way around, until I had a firm grasp of it. I couldn't hold it still as it continued to pulse and surge as John's breathing came in gulps and gasps. Grasping the lust-distended hardness was like holding a red-hot steel bar.

"Oh, please, oh please, oh please," I groaned. Then, "Mmmmmm. God, it's so big, it's so hard."

Slowly I moved my hips so that my quivering vaginal opening was close to that stallion cock. As I gingerly parted my labia to guide the blunt-nosed shaft up into the depths of my belly, my earlier passion returned multi-fold.

I slowly ran my hand down and then back up that magnificent organ, feeling it spasm and swell beneath my touch.

Slowly I lowered myself over the waving, flaming tool that I could not hold still. I nestled it just between my labia, slowing exerted a force. I had never had a cock this big, so it was with mixed feelings that I was looking forward to the next moment.

"What now, little lady?" he mocked. "D'ya want this in you, baby? A-L-L T-H-E W-A-Y I-N Y-A?"

I groaned and tried to move my hips to take him into me, but he held me firmly, and I couldn't move. He held me in his vise-like hands so that his dick no longer snuggled in my lips, but he moved me forwards and back so that it rubbed over my clitoris, exciting me all the more.

"Oh, Ohhhhhh, please." I groaned as the tip of his shaft rubbed my soft mound.

"Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please," I whispered, not knowing quite what I was begging for, release or gratification.

"Mmmmmm," I sighed, "God, it's so big, it's so hard." But, I began to gently stroke that cock up and down with both hands. "God, it's so big," as I tried break his grip and maneuvered over this monster.

Without warning, unable to wait another second, the lusting man flicked his muscular hips upward and plunged his gigantic hardness into my open vagina without caring whether he was hurting me or not.

Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through my impaled body. The massive thickness was thrust inside me. His mammoth hardness throbbed within the suffering walls of my stretched cunt.

And then before I realized what I was doing, I began to undulate my hips around the obscenely impaling rod of hardened male flesh, all traces of pain easing, floating in between hurt and happiness, between pain and pleasure, far away from reality. There was something wonderfully erotic about being fucked half to death by a virtual stranger. A powerful wave of pleasure rippled through my over-stimulated body.

"Now this is one fuckin' man," he breathed on me. "That feels better than that fuckin' dog, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I cried. "Yes, fuck me. I want it... I want it all of the way inside of me." I felt the head start to slip in deeper as I pushed.

"Oh, yes. It's going in," I panted. "OH MY GOD!" I breathed as I began to move up and down very slowly.

But as I rose slightly off of his pulsing cock, he reached down and took my swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger and roughly squeezed it, I humped against him like a mad woman.

"Fuck me!" I panted. "Do it to me... fuck me!"

Supporting part of my weight with my hands on his chest I began to make slow circles as his huge cock slowly disappeared inside of me. I watched in utter amazement.

I didn't want to move, it felt so absolutely incredible. My eyes rolled back into my head and my mouth opened to ease my labored breathing. But he wouldn't let me stop. With brute force he lifted me off of him and let me slip deliciously back onto his surging penis.

I rocked back and forth on his cock.

Alternating from a quick succession of quick strokes and slow long strokes I began to feel an eruption coming as his cock swelled even more. His hands fell away from my hips to run up and down his hardness as I rose and fell. His face was contorted in agony.

Coming up on one of my long strokes I pulled his cock out of my cunt just enough to maintain his prick head just outside and rubbed the slippery knob back and forth over my clitoris. Then I slowly slid back onto it.

With an burst of impatience he reached up and pulled me off of him. As he threw me over on the bed, he bellowed, "You teasing slut, what are you taking so long for? I'm cumming and you're pestering."

He rolled over and literally fell on me, knocking what air I had left out. His hips were lunging crazily and heavily against my body as he desperately tried to get his huge cock back inside of me. I could do nothing to help, just lay there and take his savage pounding.

Then with pure, brute force he thrust his powerful hips forward into me and his raging cock struck the edge of my vagina. I cried out in pain.

John seemed to go berserk when I screamed as he thrust hard and his partially lodged dick-head slipped down and entered me like a pile driver.

My breath had came back, but quickly left again, "Oh, oh, ooooooh, yes, oooooooh, that's the way, that's the way, yes, yes, fuck me."

He began to pound me unmercifully, all of his weight crashing down on me.

As he groaned in anticipation of his quick climax, I, still striving for ecstasy, moaned in reply, "Oh, please, fuck me just like that, please don't stop. God it feels so good."

He grabbed my buttocks in his huge hands and rammed it towards him with all of his strength. He propelled the full length of that stupendous rock pillar shaft inside of me.

"Ahh, ahh, oh, God, hold it right there," I cried, trying to catch my breath once again.

Stopping for an instant, he looked down to his cock buried in my vagina and with a gruesome smile swore, "You fucking bitch, take it. I'm gonna run it all the way through you. Ya' never been fucked like this havya' Tell me you haven't or I'll kill ya', ya cock sucking worthless bitch."

Then quickly, resuming the obligation of his lust- ridden body, John began to fiercely ram his pulsating thickness hard up into my soft and tender vagina with smooth straight strokes, all the way to my spongy cervix.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, oooh, uh, uh," I wailed with each pelvic intrusion. "Oh, God, Oh, God! Oh, YES! I Feel It. Oh, F...Fu...Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck ME!"

As an uncontrollable reflex, I wrapped my legs around his flailing hips until my feet linked over the small of his back.

He struggled to bury himself even deeper inside of me as his balls quivered with each thrust.

"Oh God, I think I'm coming," I shrieked, "Oh yes, I'm coming, oh, oh, yes, oh, please don't stop, please don't stop, fuck me, please, fuck me."

Incoherent gurgles of joy spurted from my lips, and my ripe body squirmed in near orgiastic ecstasy.

I felt his hand attack my vulnerable anus with savage insistence. The outstretched finger forced its way up into my clenching rectum, to move back and forth in time to his wild carnal strokes.

I felt myself floating higher and higher, far removed from space and time.

Then, suddenly, his long-sought climax hit him like a jackhammer. Unexpectedly it came over his aroused flesh and he howled like a wounded animal, as great swirls of incredible pleasure stormed through his overloaded nervous system.

The plunging penis that was bringing me to such great heights, thrust and stopped and expanded, as it spurt its hot load of semen deep into my convulsing body. His hot cum made my vagina feel tremendous.

"Don't stop. Oh, no, don't stop now!, Ooooh, Aaaahhh, FUCK ME!" I screamed, but I drew no closer to blissful ecstasy. I tried to continue to thrust against him, but his weight pinned me to the bed.

"UUUUUHHHHHH, UUUUUHHHHH, AAAAHHHHHH, OOOOOH!" he groaned.

I was desperate. Maddened by the pungent aroma of sexual release, I wanted to keep him stroking, but it was not to be.

His orgasmic liquid poured from my racked body and overflowed upon the bed beneath.

I wallowed in his delights of orgasm and the slippery warm cum, but my joy was not allowed to continue, for with a violent shove he extricated himself from my grip and rolled off. He practically tore his rapidly shrinking penis from my vainly clutching vagina.

"Now you've been fucked by a real man. That oughta keep you away from the mutts from now on. Ya' ain't too bad, yourself, baby, but don't come back beggin' for more. Ya' ain't worth another fuck."

He crudely rolled off the bed, lighted a cigarette, grabbed his trousers, belched, and casually swaggered off to take a leak.

I lay there for a few moments, still unstated, not really having the energy or desire to get up. Suddenly I heard a scream and the sounds of approaching footsteps. Joyce burst into the room, quickly surveys the scene and whimpered, "What did that bastard do to you, Alice?"

I really wanted to jump up and run headlong for the bathroom or the door or somewhere, but the preceding hour had been just too much. All I could do is just lay there where John had tossed me and smile up a one of my best friends.

"I'll get that bastard for raping you. He did, didn't he?" She asked.

I was speechless. Should I lie or not? Joyce didn't give me a chance. She came over to the bed and leaned over me. "You poor thing," she said and kissed my forehead.

As she sat down I saw her glance down to my crotch, my pubes, and grimace. She must have seen his cum flowing out of me, I still felt it running out, over my thigh, forming a sticky wet puddle beneath me.

She sat there for a few moments. Neither of us said anything. Then she did a strange thing. (Thankfully, I was still in virtual shock or I might have reacted hastily.) Slowly she leaned over me again and kissed my forehead again, this time I felt hot tears. Her hands came up to my face and gently lay warmly against my cheeks.

She held them there for a few moments, then she quietly lay down next to me taking me in her warm arms like I was a child. Her hands gently stroked my back, then crept innocently down to my buttocks, then back. Her touch was very, very sensual.

She pulled away for an instant, staring into my eyes, and then leaned over and kissed me full on the lips.

I froze!

Her grip on me tightened. I tried to get away, but I was still weak.

"Alice, listen to me, please," she pleaded. "It will just take a few minutes."

She was one of my best friends, I owed her that much. She let me go when I assented. She sat up again, telling me to stay lying down. Then in a very quiet, seductive voice, she proceeded to tell me her life's story. About how she had fucked her way through life until she met John. And how John had teased her unmercifully by letting her play with his cock, but never letting her have it inside of her.

She was young and so infatuated with its size that she finally gave into to his demand that he marry her before she could have it. Then on her wedding night he had beaten and raped her unmercifully and continued to do so for several weeks. On the sly she had sought help from another friend, who had had a similar problem. That friend had "become" a lesbian in reaction to her own experiences with men. She "seduced" Joyce and Joyce "saw" the light of non-aggressive love-making.

Joyce had been rambling for quite some time before she said that. I probably had dozed off a few times, too. Anyway, quite unnoticed she had return to her gentle caressing of my still-bare body. By the time I realized it I had come to enjoy it. Then she dropped the bomb.

"Alice, it was so very wonderful being excited and loved by someone who didn't just want a fuck. She wanted to share herself with me. I returned time and time again to that wonderful person. The irony, if that is what you call it, is that once when we were in bed at our house and John walked in. He was so furious that he hasn't tried to get in bed with me since!"

Raising my head, I looked at this lovely person, actually looking very sexy there, half laying on her side, one knee raised, spreading apart her legs, so that I could see the deep gap of her short-shorts. I could not help but see the narrow piece of the crotch of her underpanties.

When she knew I was watching, she reached down with her free hand, and gently pushed aside that thin material. With a groan, in dismay or desire, I couldn't tell, I wondered at her vagina, the first one I has seen outside of my own. Her body, still gleaming from the day's perspiration, was like polished alabaster. She sat up and shrugged out of her tiny T-shirt, leaned backward, lifting her sexy hips and hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her shorts, shoved them down past her knees and kicked them away from her.

I felt a most unusual and unexpected, surge of hot feeling deep in my loins.

Joyce's body was now completely naked before me. And for the first time in my life I was really looking at one of Nature's greatest works of art. She wore her hair fairly short and it gave her face a very innocent look, her eyes were large, the pupils, a deep brown, that when they glinted made me think of some of the sexy things I used to dream about. She had a small nose and her lips were passionately full and ripe and rich. They glistened as I watched her tongue dart out from between her lips and cover them with a sheen of saliva.

I saw her breasts, while not large, were exquisitely formed and so firm, that the flesh covering them looked as if it were stretched to the tearing point, shining like the finish on a freshly waxed apple. But what I really noticed about those breasts were those magnificent nipples. Large, very large, they were sticking out like large pencil erasers, almost straight up in the air.

As she again leaned towards me, I saw that those firm orbs hardly moved, staying tight to her body. I marveled at her narrow waist, which I was sure John could put his hands around. And just below that I saw her belly button, and I felt myself wanting to kiss that button, and tease it with my tongue. Her stomach was hard and flat and as she moved I could see the many muscles of her lower belly flexing and contracting. She looked so sexy that I felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch her, her body.

With her legs still spread apart, I saw the deep curve that showed me how her soft labia gently curved down between her legs, into the shadow. I watched as the long, strong muscles of her loins 'jerked' and convulsed.

It was quite simple, and natural, for me to look up between her silky thighs and see the seat of our mutual desire, the delicate victim of John's brutality.

Then she began to sing, more a soft delicate sing-song type of humming or murmuring. It was fascinating, even sexy.

I lay still and close my eyes, hypnotized by her sensuous humming.

It began as a light, almost unfelt touch. Still, it sent shock waves through my body. As the feeling of pleasure faded, I tried to bring myself back to reality, tried to remember where Joyce had touched me. I couldn't. What was she doing that caused me to feel this way. Whatever it was, I did not want her to stop.

She touched me again. This time, I knew. I felt my nipples react to the light caress of her fingers. A feeling of warmth began to spread across my breast and down toward the flatness of my stomach. I could feel my nipples swelling as my body accepted her offerings.

Suddenly, my body arched upward. I had no control over that reaction. Juices once again began to flow from my vagina as Joyce slowly drew her finger up between the lips of my labia. I was frozen. I lost total track of time as I felt my clitoris being stroked very, very tenderly. It seemed like she was only moving in one direction, taking me higher.

The caressing did not stop, or reverse direction. I did not want it to. I could feel the juices flowing out of me making a warm soggy puddle beneath my tense bottom. I could smell my own scent in the room. It was not as unpleasant as I had remembered when I masturbated alone. It almost smelled of perfume. Breathing deeply, I allowed myself to be led higher.

Her finger continued to cautiously drift across my clitoris. She was moving as slowly as she could, trying to prolong the feeling for me. She wanted to do nothing, but please me, I could feel it. If there was anything that could be done for my body to feel good, she would do it.

I could not see her move, but I felt her shift her body. I felt a warm breathing on my breast, on my abdomen, on my legs, on my genitals. Now her gentle fingers were replaced with her soft warm tongue.

I rolled my head from side to side on the pillow. I felt no need to guide Joyce, she seemed to anticipate my every desire even before I felt it.

"Oh god, YES!" I screamed as her tongue danced across my clit. She drove harder at my yearning, flowing vagina. As she licked up and down the lips and around my swollen little clitoris the thought that I was really enjoying my first orgasm from a woman did not enter my mind.

Joyce ever so gently started to rub her finger around that little puckered rosebud. I cried out again, "OOOH! OOOH! OOOH! I never knew. That feels so good. OOOH! Don't stop, I feel so tingly, so sexy, so needed, so wonderful."

She moved her other hand up to take my straining nipples into her sensitive fingers and roll them around. All the while she was gently licking my swollen labia getting all of that sweet nectar she could.

Then her finger began to gentle probe and withdraw from my beckoning vagina. I reached up and searched for Joyce's nipples, which stood out like ripe berries and were so hard, sitting atop those luscious soft mounds of creamy alabaster. A bolt of electricity surged through me as I touched them. Her breasts were so beautiful I wanted to bury my face in them and cover them with kisses.

Involuntarily, my hips began to heave in time with her cautious investigates. She became braver and gradually started to move her fingers in and out slowly half twisting them with each stroke. Shoving her face hard against my wet genitals she took that swollen clit into her lips and gently pulled and gently sucked. After a few nearly unbearable moments she graduated to a more persistent hard sucking, and then light again, alternately. She gently massaged first one nipple then the other.

"AAAH! OOH, I feel so hot. I'm going to do it! YES! NOW!! I'M CUMMING," I blurted out. I arched my back extending my woman-hood to Joyce's receptive mouth. I was out of control, bucking and humping vigorously all over the bed. Joyce buried her face into my pussy and sucked hard, lapping up all my bodily juices. Then she quickly placed her fingers on my heaving buttocks, sliding them around until the penetrated my crack and shoved her finger deep into my anus.

All went black as I felt myself tumble into space more real than imaginary. The euphoria was like I had never experienced with a man before. It began in my genitals and swiftly engulfed my whole body giving me what could only be described as a wonderful electric shock, not painful, just ecstatic, and continuous and all- fulfilling.

After an eternity, as I slowly returned to earth, Joyce withdrew. She moved up my tense, flat stomach licking and nipping. As she reached her face she covered my mouth with her own, parting the lips and inserting her tongue deep into my mouth. I responded with my own, battling back, striving to return a fraction of the joy she had just imparted to me.

"Now, Alice, I want you to do as you like with me. Don't be afraid. You won't hurt me. Just take your time. My body is yours to do as you will," Joyce whispered.

Looking into those large brown eyes, I reached up and started to cup one of her exquisitely lovely breasts. I ran my forefinger over the nipple which instantly sprang out hard and round. As I began to knead and stroke those precious globes, I rolled her over onto her back and began kissing her from her delicate face down to her heavenly breasts, and slowly further.

The pungent scent of Joyce's moist vagina wafted up to me, but it was not disagreeable, it was like the fragrance of roses. I dallied lovingly around her lovely labia, examining each delightful fold and valley. I could hear moaning in time to my searching. She gradually began a mournful wail that started deep in her loins and rose until it reached a crescendo as I finally submerge my face into her yearning womanhood and desperately searched for the epitome of her sensuality with my inadequate tongue. I so longed for a penis of the size of John to delve and flirt and play. But, alas...

Suddenly, she clamped her lovely legs around my head and gave an ear-piercing scream, and lay limp, spent.

I crawled up to lay on her sweet body, to share my new- found oral treasures with her.

We lay passively, spent, happily for many, many moments in each others arms, before she finally stirred. "Alice, that was wonderful." With that she slowly curled her lovely legs up over my back, squeezing my abdomen hard against hers. Her hips began a slow, deliberate rhythmic rocking as if she was responding to a man entering her.

"God, Joyce, I wish I had a cock to fuck you with," I whispered. But her only response was a gentle beatific smile as she rolled her eyes up into her head gave an agonizingly deep groan of passion and orgasmed once again, as our mons and bodies blended into one.

"But I do," Steve moaned from the doorway.

I should hate you for lying with a woman, Alice, but I could never stop loving you. You know that. Why are you doing this? Why?"

"Steve, listen to me. This has been an unbelievable day for me. Don't be angry at me, share my joy with me, please. Come here, Steve," I cried.

Steve slowly, reluctantly came over to us. Joyce quietly slipped out of bed, only now noticing her nakedness. Steve let her go without a glance. "God, he must really love me to not even give that beautiful body a second glance," I thought as he sat down next to me.

With tears streaming down my face I began to tell him of all, well, not all, I omitted John's participation, for Steve's sake, the happenings.

He looks down at me, kindly, with tears of his own and says, with great courage, "Alice, I know I cannot keep up with your sexual desires. I try as hard as I can, but I just can't seem to. I don't want you to be unsatisfied, but I couldn't bear it if you made love to another man, I'm sorry. Forgive me, please, Alice."

We held each other for a few long, deep minutes. Only when the spell-breaking sound of Joyce's toilet flushing broke the stillness did either of us speak. He whispered in my ear, "Well, I guess I can't be jealous of a woman, and it seems silly to be jealous of a dog. Was he any good?"

Before I could respond, he added, "Maybe I should buy one for you. Would you like one?"

With a cried of joy, I reached up to hug that big delightful man and say, "No, Steve, you are all I really want."

Steve held me for an instant, then stiffened. Abruptly, almost in anger he pulled my arms from him and with sort of a scowl, stood up. I fell clumsily back onto the still-damp bed.

"Don't go, Steve. Please don't leave me," I begged.

But he seemed to be deaf to my pleading as he sneered, "I'll do whatever I damn well please, Alice."

"Damn! Why did I tell him about that damned dog. Maybe he could have accepted Joyce," I thought as I dissolved in tears, clutching the pillow to my face in my anguish.

Quiet steps faded, punctuated by the punctuation of the door catch "click." I could do nothing, but lay there and sob in my misery. "Steve, gone! My whole life gone!"