Generation of Swine: Tales of Shame and Degradation in the '80's

Faye wasn’t aware she had made a decision. It was spontaneous, or perhaps, it was forced upon her. What could she do? Suddenly, she had no further desire to resist him… to resist the demands of her body, because he was generating in her a more intense sexual rapture than she had ever known. Her softly rounded woman’s body had been denied too long; it cried out for fulfillment. She had to have it! I want it! “0000ooooohhhhh! M-Maaaattt! I-I want it now! Love me! Love me!” she begged, her shamelessly aroused loins trembling and quivering with delight under his long, hot tongue. She lifted her sensate flesh to him, her moist, squirming cunt being offered to him, freely, submitting herself to his domination, without question. She was all his… and she wanted to give all. Again, her hands, in his hair, tugged him into her, as she cried out from the lowest depths of her being for the fulfillment she desired, now, more than anything else in the world. Nothing else mattered. Shame, degradation, morals and pride were all forgotten in the burning desire there in her loins, and she tried to pull his mouth in even closer to the pulsating, widely spread slit of her cunt, as she surrendered without further conscious effort to the insane, burning need to be fucked ...»