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Tom thrust surprisingly smoothly into her. She was tight, smooth, wet and warm, and he felt like a king. He moaned, smiling, looking down at the point of penetration. Then he looked back at Melissa's face. Her eyes were open, and they were wide with shock and surprise.
"What are you doing?! What are you doing to me?!" she shrieked.
He momentarily froze, his penis still deep inside her cunt. He'd been caught. But it wasn't a surprise.
"Stop it! Get off me!" she wailed.
Tom was fully awake, but no longer subject to normal social inhibitions. His appetite had taken complete control of his actions. His lust dictated his moves. He tightened his grip on her arms. Using his weight as a battering force, he drove into her. He just couldn't help himself; he was going to fuck her.
"Unnghh! Tom! Stop! Please stop!"
But Tom wasn't listening. He continued thrusting into her hot velvety wetness while she wriggled fiercely under him, panting in her efforts to dislodge him.
He was quite single-minded now; he had to come, to release his seed deep inside his sexy wonder woman. Of course he realized he was raping her, and that she'd probably bring charges against him. All that mattered, however, was that he was having her. He was thrusting into her wonderfully warm cunt, and loving it. All those memories, those precious, maddening, memories of tight tops, short skirts, captivating smiles, and heaving bosom were finally being satisfied.
He had wanted to fuck Melissa more than he had any other woman in the world. Now he was actually doing it.
Melissa was struggling desperately now. This couldn't be allowed to happen. She'd gone off the pill not two months ago; she and John were using alternative methods of birth control. She was terrified that Tom would make her pregnant. At the same time, though, she was enjoying this rough sex more any she'd had for a long time.
Tom had somehow lit a fire deep inside her. Her heart was in her throat, pounding through her brain, and she felt a little frightened that she might lose control of herself altogether. Part of her mind argued Tom's cause. She had feigned sleep while his hands roamed and groped over her body. She'd remained still as he explored her, touched her.
The present situation might even be regarded as her own fault. She need never have allowed it to get so far out of hand. "Tom, no...." Her voice needed strength to get through to him, but she found none. His body was still rocking above her. She was getting well and truly fucked, and she knew it. It was impossible to fend him off.
Tom's own conscience was telling him that his and Melissa's nakedness and what his hips were doing to her were not right. But his loins answered that she really wanted him to continue. He was fucking her, raping her, getting what he wanted; but his eyes were a little sad, and looked as though they might weep.
He suddenly saw the horror and shock on her face. "Melissa... Oh, Melissa..." he cried. His thrusting slowed, though it didn't stop. "I need to fuck you. I need to love you. Please forgive me, please!"
Almost out of breath, she whispered back: "Tom! You're raping me!"
"I know! Oh God, I know! I can't help it! Feeling you, seeing you, so close!"
"What?"
He collapsed on her breast, kissing her nipple. His hips stopped moving, though he hadn't ejaculated. Somehow he'd found the strength to control himself -but for how long? "I just... Oh, Melissa! I've wanted you for so long, so fucking long!"
He rested his head between her bare breasts, almost like a child with its mother, and lightly stroked her right breast and nipple.
Melissa didn't try to stop him.
"You're so beautiful. I worshipped you from the moment I saw you. Every day I hoped something would happen that would let me get to know you, so that we could be together. I never expected an earthquake! I just thought maybe you'd join me for coffee!" He gave a wry smile when he realized what he'd said.
Melissa laughed. It was just a squeak at first, but then burst from her lips.
He went on: "Now I'm here with you, where I can't even move without touching you. I know I shouldn't have done what I did, but I had to! You don't know it, but I was touching you earlier while you were unconscious, and also later, while you were sleeping. I thought touching would be enough for me, but it wasn't. I had to make love to you. I had to have sex with you."
"Tom..." she murmured, and their eyes met. "I wasn't asleep..."
His eyes widened as he gradually understood that she'd been awake all the time he was exploring her! She'd only pretended to be asleep while he had been intimately caressing her! Her hand slipped down between them to his waist and took hold of his penis.
Tom shifted to one side to give her more space and watched incredulously before closing his eyes as her smooth hand began moving up and down his cock.
*
The smell of him... Melissa loved the smell of a sexually aroused man. It was a special spermy smell she'd learned to love when younger, the smell of pre-cum, coating a man's beautiful sex organ. She felt Tom's velvety erection against her hand, which she closed over the pulsating shaft. The feeling... the slick cock head open to her touch. And mmmm, that wonderful smell...
He shivered as she massaged his prick. It was incredible that this fantastically beautiful woman was doing this for him. Contentment and wonder mingled when Melissa silently shifted her body upwards to kiss his mouth while continuing to jack his prick.
They kissed more passionately, and he almost jumped when she moved her hand onto his balls and began fondling them. He gave a low moan when she pulled out of their kiss, but groaned in relief when, a minute later, he felt her lips close over his organ.
*
Melissa's mind had been racing as fast as her pulse rate. If she followed her instincts, things would never be the same again. She could pull back now, and maybe stop all this. But as she pulled out of their kiss her hand was still moving on Tom's beautiful fat cock, and all she could think of was what it would taste like.
As if in a trance, she repositioned her body so that her lips could reach his love organ. (Yes, that's what she called it, always had, since her first experience in Junior High School, when she'd lost her virginity to an older boy. He'd called it that, and so had she, ever since.) Without any thought for John, or for anything but for the present moment, she touched Tom's purplish head with her tongue.
Melissa loved the cock smell; it was so manly. She loved the taste of him, the texture of his skin, the smooth feel of his cockhead-flange on her tongue.
She had to grip the base of Tom's shaft to control his thrusting hips. Bopping her tight lips up and down his swollen pole, thoughts raged through her. WHAT WAS SHE DOING?! And what would Tom think of her if they came out of this alive?
John... John... But, God, this man tasted good! She wanted to make love to him in the worst possible way.
Tom was whimpering softly. He was rapidly approaching orgasm, and it stripped from him the ability to form words or even to think them. Melissa was sucking his dick! Her soft wet lips were sucking his cock! He couldn't believe it! The earthquake, which had trapped them in this elevator, was indeed a terrible thing -for everyone else. For him, however, it had been an erotic dream come true. God, she was good!
The unpredictable motions of her hands and lips. The scent of her hair as it bobbed around his hips. Lack of space had forced them into an almost sixty-nine position.
Melissa's skirt had ridden up her thighs again, and the jostling fabric failed to conceal the rhythmical clenching of her buttocks as she worked on his penis. Her naked breasts were pressed against his stomach... Everything... everything was so hot... so incredible. Every sight, every suck of her lips, every swirl of her tongue...
Tom was close to the edge; the pleasure he was receiving from Melissa would soon take him over. It was only a matter of seconds before he whould shoot his seed through those wondrous lips, down that moist grasping throat.
"Melissa..." he gasped, "I want to come inside you; come in your pussy... please!" She didn't answer; just kept on sucking his cock.
There was no birth control, no protection. She decided to bring him to orgasm, but in the safest way possible.
Tom clenched his hands, luxuriating in the tight wet sucking, in the sight of lips moving, stretching, around his cock's girth.
Her eyes rolled to the side, straining to see him and the pleasure she hoped she was bringing him. He started breathing Melissa's name, his breath shortening as the jolts of pleasure her lips gave his penis some- how made the shaft fall out of his consciousness.
There was just a ticklish, explosive sensation at the tip of his cock, and the stream of pleasure emanating from his loins spread to the rest of his body. It was as if his flesh wasn't there. There was just Melissa, her lips and mouth, and ecstasy.
He flexed his penis in her mouth, like a runner before a long jump, and felt his pent-up load of sperm explode from his cock. He felt his organ was being torn apart, and yet he wouldn't have stopped it for the world.
"Ohh! Ohh, Melissa!" He shouted her name as if his orgasm depended on it. Every sense and thought was focused on the lovely nude woman whose face was between his legs, sucking and delighting his cock, and gulping down the sperm that overflowed her mouth. He could hear her soft gulps, and opened his eyes to see a trickle of sperm oozing from the corner of her beautiful mouth.
A tremendous load had been generated in her honor and had backed up in his testicles. The resulting tidal wave of spunk streaked her face and reached as far as her breasts. Tom met her hand and spread the white semen over her breast flesh and nipples.
Melissa swallowed what remained in her mouth, and smiled at him. "Did you like that?" she asked.
"Oh yes! Oh god, yes!"
"Good" she giggled, "but don't tell my boyfriend." She squidged herself round, bringing her face up to Tom's.
They kissed, and he didn't mind at all that his sperm still coated her lips. She smoothed her hand over his chest, and he did the same for her. His penis hadn't totally deflated and he moved his hips on to hers, pressing lightly between her legs with the spermy tip as if asking permission to enter.
Melissa looked down at the bulbous cock which was poking, prodding and nudging her to accept it. Should she let him in? He'd already penetrated her without actually coming. But now he wanted to fuck her. And she wanted him to do it.
She looked into Tom's eyes and kissed him lovingly. "Fuck me," she breathed, "but don't tell my boyfriend."
He pulled her onto him, enjoying the slow penetration as if he were entering her for the first time. Melissa caught her breath, letting it out slowly as Tom's fully re-hardened cock tested the limits of her interior space. He was big, and it felt great. After a few minutes Tom adjusted their bodies so that he was now on top of Melissa.
He raised his ass to see how high it could go without hitting an obstacle. She helped him to position his prick against her hole, then he drove in with maximum force.
Melissa screamed out his name. He pulled out, then drove in hard once more. "Ohh! Ohh!" Now he felt no doubts, and, pulling out, waited for Melissa to impale herself on him. Her sparkling eyes burned as she yanked her lover back inside her by his hips.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He began humping wildly, his rampant penis plunging again and again into her pussy at terrific speed. Melissa released Tom's hips, pulling, instead, at her hair as she tried to release her own ecstasy. His plunging movements were jerking her like a rag doll, making her breasts swing in a ninety-degree arc, and creating deeply satisfactory, full penetrations.
Each thrust felt as if it was made by a hot velvet dagger. Never before had she been so aware of a man's penis inside her, filling her out and stretching her. She screamed uncontrollably, crying out in tones she couldn't control. At that moment his cock was everything; it was life itself.
Instead of struggling, as she had done earlier, she was helping him to penetrate even deeper. As he thrust she raised her hips to meet him, and ohhhh - the feeling was exquisite, like nothing she'd felt before.
She became lost in her bodily sensations, in the feel of Tom's body, in lustful frenzy, as they seemed to become a single sexual organism. The fire rose first in her inner thighs; then the draining, numbing,tingling feeling rose up her legs to the center of her pelvis and into every nook and crevice of her sex organs.
Melissa screamed again as her orgasm rushed in waves through her swollen and sensitive cunt as Tom continued thrusting into her, and from deep in her belly a current flowed to every brain cell, through her every nerve ending. Her body tensed in spasm after spasm as if she was being electrocuted, and she clasped the pulsing erection tightly between her thighs...
She groaned when she felt Tom's hot seed gushing deep inside her. Yes... Yes... she admitted to herself. She'd wanted this as much as he had done. She'd longed for his cock to enter her just as much as he had longed for the same. Not just today, but even before today, in the elevator, in the hallway, in the bedroom. She had wanted this man to become her lover, and now he was. Melissa rejoiced with each gush of sperm. The hot liquid coated the inside of her cunt walls and trickled across the inner regions of her sex.
Tom was groaning, in a voice both low and powerful. Its waves seemed to reinforce his penis thrusts, tickling her deep inside and stimulating her sensitive sex organs. He continued to pound away, and she thought she could feel his penis flare each time it reached the apex of its penetration.
As he held his erection inside her, she could feel more gouts of sperm gushing into her cunt. His hands squeezed her shoulders, then her breasts, as if they might yield a new supply of sperm.
At last he fell forward onto her, and only the sounds of their breathing and the scents arising out of their sexual activity continued to disturb the air. Now, at last, they could fall asleep together.
Neither was concerned about rescue. Before they fell into sated slumber, Melissa kissed and nibbled at Tom's ear, whispering: "I think we'd better tell my boyfriend..."

Acknowledgments: All my thanks to Ian for doing such a good job editing our story. *