His mouth remained locked on hers as she involuntarily straddled him, her knees tight to his sides, her moist pussy splayed wide by her position, his erection pinned between them held as firmly in place as she could muster to delay the inevitable penetration she feared. His hands roamed her body freely exploring the contours, curves and shapes of every part of her within reach. For a moment his hands moved to her buttocks slowly spreading them apart for his benefactors/spectators watching from a distance. He glanced up at the corner of the ceiling winking at the hidden lens craftily hidden. I hope they appreciate the view he thought.
His fingers inched inwards until they brushed the edges of her anus and pussy lips. She squirmed and protested but remained immobile for fear of unleashing the pinned erection which sat lengthwise in her vaginal furrow.
Suddenly his hands moved from her buttocks to her shoulders easing her away. He licked her lips as she moved back into a better sitting position. He smiled at her. She shuddered. "What now she thought."
"Put your hands behind your head Helen."
She hesitated a moment but obeyed.
"Now close your eyes. Good!"
She began to tense.
"Now roll your shoulders from side to side. Good...good...too much...slow it down...much better. Keep doing that," he added.
George put his hands behind his head and stared up at the woman he momentarily controlled. Her body was near perfection. She obviously enjoyed the sun he thought. Her body was nicely tanned except for her breasts and hips which bore the marks of a very conservative bikini. He could feel the soft silky wetness of her vaginal lips pressed tightly against the outside length of his erection. "Could life be any better?" He didn't think so, at least at the moment although he did know how to improve on that.
"Excellent Helen! Excellent! Now say these words...". He told her word for word what to say but she hesitated.
"You want this over with don't you Helen?"
She nodded unclear as to why he had to torture her like this.
"I didn't tell you to stop moving did I?"
"Sorry!" she said her anger rising as she again moved her body swaying her large rounded naked breasts before the man she despised.
"Wellll..."
She took a deep breath before beginning, "Oh George I can't wait any longer. Fuck me! Please fuck me. I need that huge cock of yours to make me cum."
"Well you got most of the words Helen but not the sentiment. Way too mechanical! Again!"
She repeated the words over and over again until he was satisfied. He thought of the earlier act and words he had forced her to say. These should just about do it he thought. He meant to make her his plaything for a long, long time and the film leverage should make her his. Hey, maybe I'll be a nice guy and arrange for some of the neighbors to have a round or two with her. There was only one piece left to put in place and that one depended on a thing or two outside of his control.
"Very nice Helen! Now it's show time," he said with a huge grin.
She swallowed hard and stared down at him hoping to find compassion but she found nothing.
"Now we get to see if it's going to fit!"
"Please George I...I mean Mr. Baker. It won't fit. It's too big!"
"You won't know for sure until you give it a try now Helen! TRY!!!"
She hesitantly reached back, her fingers wrapping around the shaft as best she could. She placed weight on her left knee and raised her right hip at an angle and guided the massive, bloated head between her legs. George felt the head press into her opening. The pressure began to build as she lowered her weight. The head nudged part way into her but the thick round crown remained outside.
She grunted and pushed down. He felt the head slip a little deeper, the thick crown bordered close to the fringe no doubt stretching her beyond anything she had ever experienced.
She was breathing heavily, grimacing, and had paused. He could see perspiration forming on her upper body.
Get it over with she told herself reminding herself again that this was all her fault.
She inhaled deeply and pushed down harder at the same moment that George decided to help with an upward thrust. The crown and an inch and a half arrowed into her.
"OH GODDD!!!" she screamed her hands pushing into the sofa to ease the pain.
"OHHH FUCKKKK MEEE!!!" George wailed struggling to remain in control, "that's amazing," he said not believing that he would ever have his cock inside Mrs. Helen Newton though he had fantasized about it often enough.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! I CAN'T..."
"Yes you can Helen. You can do it!"
She bent her upper body and glanced back between her legs at the partial impalement. There was only about two inches inside of her. She was horribly stretched.
"MY GOD I'LL NEVER BE ABLE..."
"STOP HELEN!" he screamed.
"This is going to happen," he said slowly, "now take your time. An inch at a time," he added with a chuckle.
She eased up a fraction then pushed downward but to no avail. Spikes of pain reached out from her center.
"Push down harder Helen!"
She tried again and again but it barely moved. She was breathing hard, her nipples spiked.
"I don't think you're trying hard enough Helen," he said beginning to move underneath her.
"What...what are you doing," she asked panicked.
"It looks as if I'm going to have to be on top Helen. Don't worry I'll get it in," he said with a hint of impatience.
