Roscoe could restrain himself no longer. He reached for the top of his zipper, opened his fly and let his dribbling erection flop free. Slowly, he began masturbating as he feasted his eyes on the strangest sex scene he had ever witnessed. And then, what had first disappointed him, fascinated him immensely. Ellen suddenly hurled Maria from the couch onto the floor. "Lesbian bitch!" Ellen screamed. She jumped up and began pacing the floor, her hair in her hands, nostrils flared, looking more guilty than angry. "Oh, God, what were we doing? It's Vern I want…I want Vern, not you!"
"Bullshit!" Maria spat. "You love what we were doing. Come on, don't ruin this chance of a lifetime to find out what les love is really like, baby!"
Maria advanced on Ellen, but Ellen shoved her away. "No, no-I kept thinking of Vern, kept wanting to fondle his beautiful prick. You can't fuck me, Maria. Only a man can do that. True, you have beautiful breasts-a beautiful body-but you don't have a prick! I need a man with a prick to make me happy. No amount of skillful manipulation can replace the strong hip thrusts of a male-Vern's hip thrusts. Now get out!"
Ellen held her face in her hands, sobbing, while Maria laughed mockingly, "Oh, brother," Maria drawled. "Now I've heard everything. Dear, all you have is a case of sorority house guilt. Don't worry, the urge will return. You've had a taste of woman's love and you'll never be able to forget it. My name's in the book. Yes, perhaps when you haven't had any sex for a while-because Vern will be fucking me-you'll change your tune." Maria turned to leave then. She paused at the door, straightening her clothing. "And don't bother to tell Vern about this. He'll never believe you, and I'll simply deny the entire scene."
Roscoe suddenly knew what he would do the instant Maria had departed. He would rape Ellen! Yes, she had been aroused to a fever pitch by that pervert, Maria. And she had screamed her need for a man. Well, Vern was lying half-unconscious in the front seat of his car. He, Roscoe, had been the victor, and so he would fuck Ellen. She would be his prize. Roscoe's prick pulsed in his hand as he waited for Maria to leave. Fuck Ellen, he thought. Gonna stick my winners prick right between-her legs.
"Get out!" Ellen screamed. "You-you pervert! Get out! Get out this minute!"
Maria simply smirked and slowly closed the door behind her.
Roscoe waited until he was certain Maria had left the hallway, and then he slipped his prick back inside his pants and stuffed it up under his belt so it wouldn't show. He knocked lightly on Ellen's door. No answer. Roscoe scowled and thought: She probably thinks it's Maria coming back to eat her box. He knocked again, and then he rang the doorbell.
At last the door opened a crack. Instantly, giving Ellen no time to recognize him or slam the door shut, Roscoe gave a mighty shoulder shove and forced the door open. Ellen fell backward onto the floor, screaming.
Roscoe clamped his hand over her mouth and let his full weight press upon her. It had all happened so fast he was certain she had not observed his face. Now he held her naked body in his hands, and he buried his snout in the valley of her tits and gulped greedily while he pried her legs apart with his knee.
"You said you wanted a man," Roscoe muttered. "I heard you. Well, I'm a man, and I'm gonna give you that big prick you were talking about. Now stop fighting me and let's fuck."
Roscoe could not understand why a woman would reject a woman, then, excited sexually, turn down a man with a hard-on.
"Stop it, you-you stupid animal!" Ellen cried, raking his face with her fingernails. "You'll go to prison for this. Stop it! Get out!"
Roscoe lay between her spread legs now, and he began forcing his prick into Ellen's juicy cunt. Why was she fighting him? He could not understand it. "Better relax, sugar," he panted. "I'm gonna stick this thing inside that hot cunt of yours. I been watchin' you and that Maria and I never been so hot before. You want my stiff pecker, so relax and enjoy it. Fuck, yeah…fuck…fuck."
Suddenly Roscoe felt Ellen cease struggling. She lay limp, overpowered, and she permitted him to spread her legs still farther apart. "You win," she said, sobbing but resigned. "You're right. I can't fight you, but would you please make it fast? I assure you I shan't enjoy this."
"Oh, yeah?" Roscoe said. "We'll see. You said you wanted a man's prick-well, here it is!"
As he drove his engorged rod into the depths of this woman pinned to the carpet, Roscoe tugged at her ass hard. She emitted a sharp cry of pain, but after steady coaxing with his hand on her smooth ass, she fell into a steady rhythm.
"You stupid animal," she said, but then, as he speared her and bent his head down to lap at her erect nipples as he screwed, her voice changed. She still said, "Animal…Animal," but the words became a song, a breathy chant that coaxed and teased and pleaded for more and harder thrusts. Finally, Ellen was raising her ass high off the floor and crying, "Fuck me, you goddam animal! Ohhhh, fuck me with that animal prick of yours!"
Roscoe gave her everything he had, slamming their pelvises hard together, gouging at her ass that was wet with cunt-lubricant.
"Fuck me, you goddam rapist animal!" Ellen cried again and again.
Roscoe wasn't sure he liked being called a rapist animal, but there was no time for anger now. No, the pussy he now fucked felt too hot and too good. "Anhh…argh…ough…anng," Ellen was grunting as she rose her ass high to take all of his flesh spear she could get. Her nails dug hard into his back, but Roscoe didn't care. He liked the feeling. It meant he was driving this pussy crazy…fucking this cunt better than any man ever had probably…
Roscoe saw victory as he fucked. He saw crowds cheering him just as they had during his prizefighting days. He was a man again, the victor, the triumphant fucking-male-king-champion he had always wanted to be.
"Fuck me, you goddam rapist animal," Ellen was still grunting through clenched teeth.
And then Roscoe decided to give her more. What he had been doing wasn't enough, no. This woman wanted more. He decided to fuck her in the ass. He had never done that before, but he wanted to maybe fuck her in a way Vernon Shipley hadn't fucked her. He withdrew his big shaft, flopped her over on her stomach and began stuffing his organ in her rectum. He expected her to cry out, to protest, but instead she simply said: "Wonderful! How could you know I wanted it this way? Yes, yes! Fuck my ass-hole, you rapist madman! Fuck me just the way Vern does! But you have to rub my clit at the same time. Here, I'll slide up on my hands and knees so you can reach my love nub nice and easy. Ohhh, yesss, right there…just like that…Ummmmm…"
Suddenly Roscoe no longer felt like the triumphant animal. This woman was telling him exactly how to make love to her-telling him to make love to her the way Vernon Shipley made love to her! Although he was furious, he nevertheless continued to rub Ellen's clitoris as he slammed his hard-on as hard as he could into her rectum.
Try as he might, he could not hurt her. She loved every mighty thrust of his weapon. He removed his finger from her clit and held her hips in both his hands, then slammed his prick at her from all directions. Still she sighed and wailed about how good it felt! She didn't even complain about his stopping the stimulation of her clit. What kind of woman was this Ellen?
"I'm coming!" Ellen cried. "I'm having my special rear-door kind of come. Ohhhhh, it's sooo beau-teeefulll! Don't stop! Fuck harder…harder!"
Roscoe wanted to stop at that moment. He wanted to deprive her of the orgasm she threatened to have. But he could not, for he was coming now himself. Tingles ran up and down his spine, his muscles were spasming, twitching. He stared down at his prick entering and exiting the round, slightly chubby ass, and then his load went flying. He hoped, in a way, that he had cheated this Ellen out of her orgasm. But just as he came, Ellen screamed and began rolling her head crazily round and round.