His lips, tongue and tickling mustache were now beginning to be an even greater stimuli than the cordial. I crossed my legs around his head and drew his jabbing dart further into my nest. If I was to obey the dictates of my will at that moment I would have drawn his entire head within my slit and have him wiggle his ears. Ye Gods! How he did suck and lap me! He paused now and then, increasing my frenzied yearnings to come.
His skillful performance of this act had its telling effect ouon me. I began to screw my plump little ass around. I let my left leg slip from his neck and fall upon his gigantic bolt. I tickled the bottom of my foot on the head of his red-hot peter; it was truly hot, because it almost burned the sole of my foot.
Gosh, but it was hard! Just as rigid as a bone. Its undulating motions rocked my foot up and down. It seemed as though his kissing and tongue-garnishing my cunnie had caused his lust to continually rise. I rubbed my limb all over the crown of his cunt-penetrater.
I soon felt my climax nearing, so I cried in pants:
'Rollie!.. Oh Rollie dear!.. ah!.. uh, so good!.. put your tongue in further!.. oh, faster! … faster!.. Rollie!.. how nice… you suck and tongue-fuck me so nicely!.. Ah-h-h-ooo-ah-huh-h!'
God damn, but it was good! Gee-zoo, but I loved it so! Since he knew that my climax was approaching he began to tickle my ass-hole with his finger and work his dagger with more zeal. I again began to hug him with my legs… firmer and firmer as the spend neared. Boy, it was getting good!
The flood gates of love at last released my dew!
I panted, writhed and murmurred, as I convulsively opened and closed my thighs about his neck. I strained the muscles of my belly, eac htime my spasmodically contracting cunnie sent our a delicious doe sof love's sweet syrup. The feeling of gratification overtook me, but only momentarily… only too soon I wanted his dick in my cunt.
After he had completely lapped my discharge, lie sealed his task with a soul satisfying upward sweep with his tongue. He arose from his kneeling posture, his dick still lust-swollen. Any other girl would have expired from fright at the sight of this gigantic cuntseeking prick, but not I. This scene kindled another blast of libido in my reeling twat. Gosh, I thought, and this is only the beginning! I had just begun to enjoy the qualities of a genuine lover. I.gloated over him as I spoke:
'Oh Roland dear, what a beauty it is..* I can't understand how such a big thing gets into so small a place. How are you going to get it into me?'
'I'll show you… you sweet fuckable baby. You're beginning to make me wish that I was only twenty again.'
'Raise your little fat ass… that's the nice little girl.'
He placed a pillow beneath, thus setting my fucking machinery in a more convenient position. He also placed another one under my head so that I could view the procedure more easily. Now we were all set for a comfortable and lingering jazz. Was I holding my breath? I'll say I was, and I was also holding my cunnie mouth open in readiness to gobble up the approaching explorer. I could plainly feel my nervous lips quiver in anticipation.
Roland caught both of my legs and strung them through his arms. He picked my plump, baby-skin thighs up so that the part was on the same plane with his bursting cock. I watched the operation from the mirror in the ceiling. My pussie was growing more and more impatient. When he had found the level that was most advantageous he refixed the padding that propped my bottom. Taking his monsterdick in one hand he put it close to my kitten's mouth; with the other hand he parted my crop of blond, silky, interwoven hairs. He placed his swollen purpled-knobbed prick within the meshy folds of my mellow pliant cunt-lips. My blood tingled with delight! For a moment he playfully fondled his dickhead in my juicy slit. He also rubbed it zealously to my clitty. I was excited to the point of insanity by the hypnotic influence of his pulsating giant.
After getting it well lubricated in the sapor of my sereing vent he sank it to the orifice of my pouting vagina. I could not prevent myself from lunging for
this ramming tool with my hand… such was my excitement; at last it found its goal. My cunt-tube yielded submissively to this terriffc thing… such avenous zest! He assisted my hand, in fact, he prevented my hand from making his instrument drive inward with fierce, cunt-ripping force. With the skill of a master he slowing, gently and almost painlessly drove his big Bertha home.
As it tunnelled its way in and in… God, the pleasure was great!
I now realize how much I could have spoiled my pleasure had I been allowed to do my will, that is, rush his in with brutal force.
Only the women who has been fucked by master screwers are able to understand the soul stirring thrills and sensations of a big… oh, such a nice, sweet dick… that is buried slowly and sensually into the depths of a super- prick-sensative pussie well.
Roland trembled as he uttered:
'How delightful!.. what a wonderfully tight pussie you have!.. gee baby!.. Am I hurting you, Flossie?'
'Yes, but I love it!.. it feels so good… Oh how I love your big fat thrilling prick… it's so damn good!'
When he had sunk his full eight inches into me, Roland allowed it to rest in that position for a few moments. I could feel the pulse in his prick making it swell and bob. This provided a most absorbing and delightful blood-tingling thrill. Slowly his big cuntcork began to pull out. It fitted so snugly in my tube that it felt like it wa sdragging… no, causing to collapse, the structure that holds my internal organs intact.
Whenever I think of that feeling I am always blessed with a coating of hot dew in my slit. You, dear reader, can rest assured as I penned these words I had at my service many big-pricked men fully capable of satisfying the many cunt-heating attacks that a have so far experienced and will continue to, during the course of writing this book.
As I have said he was slowly drawing his cock from my slit. When he had drawn it almost completely out he shoved it in again with a most terrific lunge. He repeated this action; each time he accelerated his speed. Back and forth it glided; at every stroke his magnificent mass' of glorious stiffness caused me to make short outcries of ohs, and ahs, etc. A wave of ectasy* which was produced by that hard raspiness under the knob, began at my coozie and ripped up my belly to my chest. There it would fade in the heavings of my bosom and the beating of my heart.
It was all soheaveny… I wished to prolong the agony of delight… oh, so badly.
He changed his course again. He drew it almost completely out, let it rest in that position for a short time, then he would take it and rub it between my quivering and clawing-on-his-prick, lips. Sometimes he would press it to my swollen clitty. With renewed lust, he would with terrific force, dash it in to the depths of my slit-tube.
Spend? I spend almost every time he plugged my hole in this manner.
The curtains were of little use. They certainly couldn't muffle my loud shrieks of unprecedented ecstasy.
The friction that is so overwhelming to the average woman was more than that to me. I could neitheir control nor prolong any of my comings. Every time I sht I became so overcome by the extereme pleasure that I lost my senses in momentary delirius; that can be partly blamed, if not entirely on the pasmodic contradictions of my vaginal tube. Gee! my whole belly seemed to squeeze whenever this happened.
I wondered how he could hold back so long. — Imagine, all this time he retained his load! He withheld his pleasure for a time that seemed like a half hour… it might have been longer. One never knows how much time passes when one is engaged in a frantically emotional jazz.
His face glowed with a handsome pallor as he watched his tool appear and disappear into the depths of my come-soaked slit. He gloated over the spicy picture of us in the nearby mirror.
It was maddening. After being engaged in such lechery and lust for so long a time, in spite of this fact, he still withheld that precious fluid. I was actually hungering for another load of his hot juice to revarnish my womb with. Would he ever come?
He suddenly picked me up while his largeness was still in me and swung my legs over his shoulders.
This spread my knees even farther apart. My fat, rubbery thighs held his neck snugly between them.
How we ever managed to get tangled in that position, even Roland didn't quite understand. At any rate it gave his prick more freedom to work. It felt now, like even his balls were caught in my pricktrap.
Up, up, up, I puckered my crazed cunt… even his balls weren't enough to satisfy me. I wanted his whole body in my little twat. God, what made me so prick crazy? I didn't know. I guess it was what is commonly called 'fuck- inebriation'. I pushed my legs and stretched them… anything to make the gap between my knees greater… ever pushing my cunt up to meet my big visitor more intimately.
