Curtains of frosty rain fell foreshadowing summer's end. Outside of Juan's bed chamber, the wind sighed like phantoms caroling through the mist. The midnight sky was dark and gloomy as if the stars were hiding from the dreary atmosphere. But the weather was the least of Juan's concern this night.
Inside, a certain kind of fire steamed Juan's bed chamber windows. A bare woman with curves that could make a priest blush bent on all four while engaged in a forbidden frenzy. Her hair sweaty and tangled from being tossed and turned in every position imaginable. Her breasts were unusually huge and the tips of her nipples were rubbed raw from hours of friction with the bed covers. Arching her rear, she moaned lusty sobs as Juan thrust his cock inside her core. She met each thrust with a pop of feminine lips.
Juan kneeled over the woman, whom he had forgotten her name, from behind digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips as he drilled himself into her. Sweat ran down his hairless chest dripping onto the woman's back. He was drenched in perspiration, but not at all tired. Like a virile stag, he could pound this little honey blonde all night long and still desire more.
Slowing his pace, he reached for a nearby goblet of wine and in one gulp finished the contents. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the scent of sex mingled with the odor of wench's cunt. He liked that. Inhaling once more relishing the musty scent, he growled, thirsty for more. Flinging the goblet across the room, he returned to the task of pounding her from behind with hammer like blows.
He smacked the wench's rear flesh hard with the palm of his hand causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He smiled as his eyes ran over the woman's body. Her skin was caked with his dried nectar, proof of just how many times he could ejaculate and start again.
"Do you like it?" he asked with a sadist glint filling his eyes.
"Yes, my Lord!" she replied breathlessly trying to hide the fact that her knees were bleeding from being rubbed raw.
"Yes, you do" Juan muttered. A woman like that did like it rough and that was fine sometimes, but other times he wanted something different, something a little more perverse.
He grinned wickedly as immoral sexual delusions danced in his mind. Slowing his thrusts, he knelt a bit to spread her cheeks apart and spat into her cranny. Taking his finger as he rode her, he penetrated her hole to lubricate it. He felt the woman's internal muscles quiver; yes, she wanted it.
Juan accelerated his speed as he slipped a second finger in the harlot's ass. This time she cried out; a sultry cry that harden Juan's nipples. His cock began to ache with a desperate thirst that needed to be quenched immediately. No longer able to control his lust, Juan slipped out of well beaten threshold and impaled himself vigorously deep into the sinfully sexy woman's rear cavity. High on wine and lechery, he rammed the tight hole with an animaltality like strength.
"You like this too, don't you?"
"Yes!" she sensually purred while fingering her swollen clit.
The unyielding assault continued throughout a second thunderstorm. Finally the woman began to cry out with excitement, signaling to Juan that she about to climax. The gesture excited him more causing the head of his shaft to drip. He shoved one of her legs up so that he could watch her climax.
"YES! Oh God, yes!" the woman wailed as she tantalized herself as fast as she could. Finally a bubble of creamy moisture erupted from her throbbing lips.
Without haste, Juan wiped the essence from her folds with his fingers and crammed them into his mouth licking and sucking as if she offered the fountain of mortality.
Dropping her leg, he said thrusting and panting "Talk to me."
When the woman began to whisper salacious and raunchy sentiments, Juan ripped a fist full of her matted hair grinding his steel cock to her limits.
Finally the ravishment was becoming uncomfortable and the woman started to whimper. Juan ignored her and continued to torment her raw cunt with every ounce of strength he could muster. No longer able to bear the length of Juan's lust, she shifted forward hoping to ease the pang of his impalements.
Juan liked this new game. She had gone from a lewd whore, who could not get enough of him, to someone barely able to handle his carnality. Still pumping without restraint and tearing a grip into her hair, he jerked her body up and slipped his left hand into her cunt, forcing her body onto his hips so that she could not slip away. Cramming three fingers inside, he whacked her folds with sadistic attentions as he thrust into her clenching ass. Through the cluster of her cries and the slapping of flesh greeting flesh, he could hear the sound of her holes brewing a sloppy smacking sound reminding him that her coy was indeed a game. With her sloppy, fat pussy, she could easily take him as well as another.
The thought sickened him. Although he had nothing against an erotic orgy or a harlot that could take a good fisting, his appetite this night wanted something different. He wanted to truly make a maiden beg for mercy, to plead for him to stop running his big dick up into her tight canal. He looked down at the woman bouncing up and down on his cock. No, he would not get this from her. Friar; the sweet little witch girl with voluptuous curves and a tiny waist that he could encircle with two hands. Yes, Friar was who he wanted. He imagined her tossed over his bed naked, thrashing and sobbing for him to withdraw. He closed his eyes; he could mentally conjure her virginal blood seeping down his dick. He bet her sweet pussy was small and taut with an irresistible shade of pink. Licking his lips, he could almost taste her, smell the delicious fragrance of her pussy juice.
"Juan!" the woman whimpered summoning him back to reality.
"Shut up" he growled flinging her back un to the bed on her stomach where he used his hands to bury her face into the pillows. Flattening her, he rammed her rear with all his might, thrusting with as much speed as he could render all the while imagining it was the little witch girl beneath him. Almost out of control, crushing his chest into her back desperately needing to drive the fierce passion into her belly, he bucked wildly in a quenchless despair.
"Friar" he muttered. Yes, Friar was what did it. Finally!
Coming to his knees, he snarled with lust as he withdrew. Ripping a fist full of hair, he jerked the bedraggled wench from the pillows and pressed her face to his spewing cock. She opened her mouth snarling at his head like a rabid beast.
Wine intoxicating his words, Juan began to mutter filthy feminine names while stroking the length of his organ. Shivering violently, his knees almost succumbing to buckling, he conjured the outpourings of his fetish. Ripping her hair from its scalp with one hand, the other he jacked his swollen cock until he shot creamy lava in her greedy mouth.
The intimate fluid filled her mouth streaming out of her lips and down her throat where it began to dry on her breasts.
Juan collapsed, sprawling spread eagle on the bed with the nameless wench still licking his now limp dick and testicles. When she had slurp up every bit of his semen, she jump out of bed and ran to the table to fetch two more goblets of wine. Bouncing back un to the bed, she handed Juan the goblet.
Juan accepted the drink, engulfing it, and reached for the goblet she had brought for herself.
"I have something else for you to sip." He muttered huskily.
Smiling she gave him her wine. This one he sipped slowly while the little over-sexed vixen crawled over his belly placing her intimate cavern on his chest giving him a full view of her still wet core. She sank her mouth on to his limp organ determined to bring it back from slumber.
Juan took a deep breath, the woman's odor more potent than before. He felt his manhood harden. Yes, this was going to be a very long night and the night with little Friar would be even longer.
