"Pest," she heard him say softly.
She squeezed his cock tightly for answer, then dropped her lips, kissing the expanding purple head. She positioned her body so that he could see, then she kissed it again.
He groaned and she took it into her mouth, letting her lips move slowly, tightly and moistly down its shaft, her tongue working tauntingly as she lowered onto it; then, she raised with a strong sucking motion, tasting the pungent tang of it.
"Damn!" Rafael Girarde gasped.
Once more, she slid her mouth down, absorbing the heavy veined rod of flesh into the hot, wet cavern, her lips clasping tightly en route, her tongue beginning to aggravate beneath the sensitive head at its tip, until he blurted: "Christ, get up here so that I can get at you, you little minx!"
She crawled up beside him and rolled onto her back, pulling him on top of her. He kissed her and immediately her hand searched down between them, seizing his long, thick cock and guiding it between the soft, fleshy, hair-covered lips of her moist, ready cunt. She moaned up into his face, her eyes closed, her hips undulating, her loins wanting.
Mon Dieu! But she was a magnificent piece, he thought. At first, she had been cold… receptive, but cold… and now, it was as if she couldn't get enough. Something had happened to her that he couldn't comprehend… love maybe, or perhaps just appreciation. Whatever, he reveled in it. He eased his hips forward, not wanting to hurt her with that initial thrust, but the mouth of her cunt seemed to clasp and suck at his prick as if to gobble it into her, and suddenly he penetrated her with a rush, his mighty cock soaring right up into her to its very hilt.
She grunted aloud as his rod drove up her, tightly at first, almost a maiden tightness, hurtful to him along the solid flesh of his shaft, until he had stroked several times and her inner passage walls seemed to slowly lubricate and expand. Again, she whimpered beneath him, a little wail of mixed pleasure-pain. Then, he began to thrust until their pelvic flesh slapped resoundingly together, and she strained back under him, arching her naked loins up to his now ramming cock, his balls whacking into the split crevice of her buttocks, taunting her tiny, puckered anus with every stroke. She began to moan incessantly, her nails raking the flesh of his back feverishly. She bit at his lips, turned her face away, then came back to bite once again.
God… she must love him, he thought. But he had to keep his own head. He had a position to maintain… Christ, nothing could ever come of it; he couldn't let it! After all, she was only another little bitch! He had to keep her in her place… look out for himself…
"Put your finger in my ass, Cheri," she whispered passionately. "Quick! Put it in!"
His brain, as always, whirled at her lewd request. She could set him off like a satyr. He reached under her to the wet crevice between the luscious, white spread moons of her buttocks, spread them even further, found the tight crinkled ring of spongy flesh and dug in to the first knuckle.
"Aauuugggghhhh!" Madeleine gasped, even as she screwed her buttocks back onto his finger until it was entirely buried to the palm of his hand in the warm, velvety depths of her rectum.
Suddenly, his cock was a throbbing, aching spear of delight. The thought of what he was doing to her was firing him like a madman. He routed his finger wildly in the soft, rubbery flesh of her rectal passage, feeling his nails accidently gouge into her and raising a cry of protest from her throat; she jerked away momentarily, but presently came right back to offer her tight twitching anus for further punishment.
One of these days… very soon… he'd have to bring it to an end! It was going too far… getting away from him! He'd have to end it… have to…!
His loins felt coiled like a serpent ready to strike, and his cock felt massive, as if it were growing and growing… expanding and contracting, throbbing almost painfully.
She clung to him tightly with her long, lovely legs wrapped around him, her strong thighs squeezing his hips, slackening and clamping, while her hungry pussy milked his prick with spasmodic clutches.
"Fuck me, Cheri! Fuck me hard!" she groaned, her face a rich crimson, her neck strained back, her fingernails tearing at the flesh of his back and ribs. "Mon Dieu… j'arrive! Oh… Oooohhhh… I'm cumming, Cheri… Oui, oui… I'm cuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!" she cried, pulling back her thighs until her knees pressed tightly against her breasts, presenting him with a stretched and palpitating pink fissure of moist, hair-lined flesh. He hammered into her with pile-driving thrusts, her legs up and over his shoulders now as she lifted her crotch up to him with convulsive jerks.
Girarde felt her cunt flowering open around him and warm gushes of hot fluid pour into the channel flooding his thrusting prick. He plunged farther, faster, digging deep, deep inside her, then felt her jerk up toward him several more times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his cock as if to draw the very life from him. Her breathing came in short, desperate gasps, and he thrust deep once again, suddenly sensing his own hot, seething sperm shoot from the nozzle of his shaft far up into her soft, quaking belly.
Madeleine moaned incessantly as his jerking prick continued to squirt its long hot streams into her and his body trembled violently against hers. She gave a sudden shrill squeal and screwed herself up onto his already deflating rod, holding herself there while her loins worked up and down of themselves, and he continued to pummel his finger in her widely stretched rectum…
And then, she expelled her breath in one long, deep sigh, slowly collapsing beneath him, her body shaking and quivering in the aftermath of her climax, and he eased his finger from her back passage as he lowered his lips to hers.
He rolled off of her and they lay silent for a long moment. Finally, she said: "It was good, Cheri… so good, eh?"
"Christ, yes… it was beautiful. I-I'm exhausted, ma chere." He, too, sighed. "Aaaahhhh… let's sleep awhile now, eh?"
"Oui, Cheri," she whispered, laying her hand on his arm. "Now, sleep…"
He did, almost immediately.
Madeleine smiled to herself. She was getting much better at it… losing the little revulsions she had harbored for so long against the perversions that delighted men… even growing to enjoy them more each time herself. So… practice made perfection; was not that the rule of thumb? It wouldn't be long now… and life was bearable at worst. He was good to her… helped her… had taught her much in the art… And on Sundays now, after mass, she was able to see Igat and take her to the zoo or park for a few hours; but of course she couldn't go to the house to visit, or telephone there, nor make herself a nuisance in any respect to Madame Girarde… but she was certain it wouldn't be much longer now.
With what she made as a cocktail waitress, plus her growing exclusive clientele since she had begun to prostitute herself, she felt confident that it would not be long before she had enough saved to steal her little Igat and run away to some city in the States where no one would ever find them.