going to be better than good.
'You're tight,' he panted. 'Tight and hot.'
'So use me,' I whispered in reply. 'That's what it's for.'
My wish was his command. Uncle Roy pushed and my eyes rolled in their sockets and I thought I was coming again. My thighs rubbed his flanks as he moved assuredly, and I put my arms around him, discovering that he was as sweat-drippy as I was, his body as warm and tingly.
More of his prick slid up my cunt-hole. My heels were already in the air and I strained every muscle in my body to lift them even higher. But higher they went, and more of my cunt opened for him. We were getting to the hard part now. Almost half of his dick was in my snatch, and it seemed that, try as we might, he couldn't jam in another inch of his meat. I strained and grunted, and so did Roy, him pushing, me pulling, and still that pecker of his refused to budge. The lips of my twat were split to their widest, it appeared, and their widest wasn't wide enough.
'I don't think we can do it,' he told me.
'You're too small.'
'Like hell,' I shot back, and I tied my legs in a knot around his body. With the leverage that gave me I began to pull myself onto his cock, moaning against the tight snugness which kept us from really getting together. It was ridiculous, I thought, trying to ignore the agony I felt. I'd taken him all the way into my mouth and the big apple knob of his dick had jingled against my voice box while I sucked him off. Sure, his cock was bigger than anything that had ever been up my snatch before, but both of us wanted his cock to be there and I could see no reason why it shouldn't be there.
Uncle Roy pushed, too, fighting as hard as I was fighting, shoving at me with his big cock, and I saw the sweat roll out in big bubbles through the pores on his upper lip. His mouth was set in a grimace and I wondered if he hurt as much as I did. But how could he? It wasn't him that was being torn apart.
Shit! I didn't care if it tore me apart! Even if it ripped my pussy into bloody shreds, I wanted his cock in me, up my cunt, fucking me to hell and back! I closed my eyes and tightened the grip of my legs and arms on him. Even if it killed me, I had to have his cock. Now!
And then I had him, his prick shoved into me balls deep as I screamed in sudden pain. My cunt felt as if it were afire, but he and I were belly to belly and his balls rocked upon my ass-cleft as we tried out our fit. Roy gave me a prod then, wiggling his cock inside my tight hole as if he wished to let me know that it was finally there. I think that was the moment I truly became a woman, having that huge dong of his stuffed all the way up my cunt, touching me where I lived.
Neither of us could speak as he lay quivering upon me. I held him desperately, never wanting to let go of this moment of beauty and love, and I didn't care if my cunt had been permanently ruined by his invading cock. Anyway, the pain was lessening with each second we clung together, and I was growing more convinced that he hadn't hurt me at all.
When he pulled back to begin fucking, though, I felt a sharp sting of hurt, and the sensible part of me, the part I try to keep repressed, told me to freeze up, to spare myself the woe of being pronged again. I told the sensible part of me to get fucked, which is what the impulsive portion of Jenni Wexford was about to do.
Uncle Roy stabbed home, filling my cunt up again, seeming to lift me right, off the bed with the force of his lunge. I whooped out loud and locked my legs in a hold that would require a mechanic to undo. We were sailing clear and easy now, my cunt opening to let his prick in, springing back elastically as he pulled away, and the two of us came together with the musical sweetness of squishes and crotch-thwacks. The bed was solid beneath us, but soft, too, a perfect mattress for a dreamy fuck, and if this wasn't dreamy, then I didn't know anything about fucking. Each time that long pole slammed into me, my cunt grew more mature, more knowledgeable, not to mention WET and HOT, and pretty soon the tracks were superbly greased for both our pleasure.
The best part of all was the way his knob bumped the end of my cunt on the deepest strokes. I'd never felt that before, though I knew girls who had, and it was just as exciting as they'd promised me it would be. When I felt his rapping knock at the end of my snatch, nervous shock waves twittered all the way from my pussy-lips to the top of my skull and back again. My whole body tingled with little needles of quivery sensation everywhere Roy and I came into contact. This settled it, I reminded myself. I'd forget about chasing boys. Men had so much more to offer.
This man was offering me a hell of a lot, and the best was that he could deliver it. I had no comparison to make, for no one had ever fucked me like this before. His body was on mine, but not crushing me the way an inexperienced boy nearly always does an inexperienced girl. His elbows and knees held most of his weight, letting me breathe freely and savor the joy of touching and being touched. We could kiss, too, while we balled, and I liked that because it let me tongue-fuck his mouth while he cock-fucked my cunt.
I played with that gimmick for a little while, stabbing him every time he stabbed me, but Roy was in a dominant mood it seemed, and before I knew it his tongue had gone upon the attack, forcing mine back into my mouth, following it swiftly. His big pink tongue thrust into my mouth and I began to suck it lovingly, just as lovingly as I'd sucked his big pink cock down by the pool. So he was giving me a double-fucking, cunt and mouth. If I'd thought of it at the time, I'd have asked him to ram his finger up my ass and get me in three holes at once. I really loved him.
I heard the phone ring downstairs and I cursed silently. There was no way I was going to uncunt Roy and run to answer it. His ears perked when he heard the bell going off, but I just shook my head. 'Fuck it,' I said. 'And me, too, while you're at it.'
He did precisely that. His fast cock-strokes didn't let up for a second, and I knew how a sidewalk must feel when it's being jackhammered by the road crew. My cunt ached from the size of the meal he was feeding it, but, glutton that I am, I pussied up all he could give and rubbed his tool up and down with clever little cunt squeezes in the hope that he might find just a bit more meat to shove into me.
I didn't realize how much we were moving around on the bed till my head slipped over the edge and hung upside down while Roy kept ramming my snatch full of his prick. His head moved with mine, and it seemed that his tongue was as far into my throat as his dick had been. Blood rushed to my temples and I had only begun to notice how uncomfortable this new position was when I was socked in the gut by an orgasm.
It was a big orgasm, unimaginably big. Two or three large economy-size comes must have combined together to make it. I couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't even moan out my joy. The room seemed upside down, then right side up, then upside down all over again. Uncle Roy gave me a quick pull that jerked me back up onto the bed, and he was still balling me. The heels of my feet rapped and danced on the flatness of his ass and the muscles of my twat began to milk his reaming cock.
His body seemed transformed into steel as I clutched it with my clawing fingers and scissoring legs. My nails scraped him, but it was like scraping a piece of iron. I could feel his knotty muscles, standing out like thick cords on his broad back, and the pace of his fucking doubled up. Our mouths weren't touching now, thank God, for my teeth were chattering and I'd surely have bitten his tongue in two.
Comes are all different. Sometimes they're warm and wet, friendly, even. Those are nice, and I can get them most of the time with very little effort, say by rubbing my thighs together in a certain way. Other times my orgasms are like firecrackers going off, a whole string of them, and, it feels like the Kentucky Derby is being run inside my cunt. Those are even nicer comes, and they don't happen very often. This orgasm was like the attack on Pearl Harbor, a real bomber.
I'd never come this way with a guy before, and it was like Columbus discovering America or Einstein discovering relativity. This morning I'd gotten out of bed assuming that I knew everything. I needed to know about fucking, and this afternoon I was finding out that I didn't, in the most exciting way possible. Roy was like a school for sex and I was a straight A student.
It was a minute or two before I noticed that he was still fucking me, that he hadn't gotten his rocks off yet. My eyes were rolling like dice on a table and my cunt made sucking noises as he stuffed me full of cock again and again.
I looked up into his strong, handsome face and saw what I was looking for. He was staring down at me but his eyes weren't focused. His lips were clenched and I could see his tongue lumping out one cheek. His face was a chalky white, and I could feel his meat beginning to swell massively inside my cunt. God, he was on the verge of blasting! And I knew that when he did, it would be an orgasm neither of us would soon forget.
It looked as if all the muscled of his face collapsed then, and that his features were turning into a jelly. Or
