gently squeezed his nuts.
I imagined how his huge, thick cock must drive the fruits wild. Especially with his dark shock of pubic hair and his large pulsing balls. It seemed a shame that such a tool was being wasted reaming out the mouths and assholes of men. It was definitely a waste of a natural resource that his prick had probably never seen the inside of the moist cave of a woman's pussy.
Of course, I intended to do something about that problem by the time I was finished.
But, first things first, I continued lapping up a storm cm his huge dick. When I swallowed him to the hilt, I ran my tongue queer-style under his scrotum. My finger gouged into his asshole, the tight anal muscles squeezing around my knuckle.
Just when I thought the full penetration of his cock would choke me to death, I slid him out of my mouth enough to get same air. Running the tip of my tongue over the head of his prick, I looked up at him, seeing if I could catch his expression in the dark.
My eyes had adjusted to the night, and I could make out his handsome face twisting with agonized delight from the damage I was doing to his cock. He drooled like a baby, his mouth watering from the sucking I was giving his prick.
Then, suddenly, his mouth flew open and he turned pale as he noticed me looking at him. 'What are you staring at?' he shrieked in a queenish falsetto. 'Why are you looking at me like that? Stop spying on me and just suck.'
I shook my head, letting his cock slide all the way out of my mouth.
'What do you think you're doing?' he said angrily, looking down at his exposed prick as though I had inflicted some terrible wound on it.
I shook my head again. 'No more cock-sucking. I want you to fuck me.'
'You're awfully young,' he said breathlessly. 'Are you cherry?'
I nodded. In the darkness of the car, with my face shielded by my upturned collar, it was easy to keep him thinking I was a young boy out for thrills.
'Then I'd be the first one,' he said eagerly, smacking his lips. 'Why me?'
'I love your cock,' I said, reaching out to caress his swollen shaft. 'The minute I saw it I knew I wanted it inside me.'
'Okay,' he said, rubbing his hands together, 'get over on the seat and split your cheeks. Just remember, you're going to have to take every inch.'
'Is that a threat of a promise?' I said, clambering on all fours on the seat so I could get my ass around toward him.
He knelt with his back against the door, stroking his cock, getting ready to skewer me.
In the darkness it was easy to act like a boy. I had jeans on underneath my coat, and pulled them down over my backside like a kid about to get a spanking. There was no way Lenny could tell I had a pussy between my legs instead of the cock and balls he anticipated. At the moment all he could see were the pale moons of my buns staring him invitingly in the face.
My smooth ass looked just like a boy's in the dark – a boy with a tight red rosebud of an asshole tingling to be savagely fucked by another male's stiff cock. There was no way for Lenny to suspect that just out of sight the hairy chasm of my pussy gurgled between my thighs, ready to blow his mind.
Before he could pull apart my cheeks and discover my little secret, I reached behind and took hold of his cock. 'Let me put it in,' I said. 'I'm sensitive there…'
Aroused by my fingers softly digging into his prick, he let me go ahead. Sliding the head of his cock between my buns, I rubbed it up and down the full expanse of my crack, stopping just before my pussy before I pulled it back up.
Several times his cock-head ran over the puckering ridges of my anus while I gently masturbated him with the inside of my soft buns. I made sure to give him a good sense of the location of my bunghole, so that when I played a little trick on him he'd be sure at first that he was pronging my ass.
'Oh, I can feel it,' he lusted. 'I can feel your ass. Let me in. I'm tired of waiting.'
These queers are even more impatient than the regular guys I screw, I thought, as I got ready to do the impossible. Grabbing his cock around the neck, where the flange meets the shaft, I pointed it downward. At the same time, I made a subtle shift of my pelvis that moved my ass a few inches upward and secretly opened my cunt.
'Now shove!' I cried.
When he pushed, his cock angled downward and slid directly into the waiting trap of my pussy.
Before he knew what was happening he was buried six inches in my cunt. Wriggling my ass accounted for the remaining four as his balls squeezed against the outside of my pussy. His prick was buried in my cunt to the hilt!
'How do you like it?' I gasped as he rammed me repeatedly with his enormous tool.
'Un-be-lieve-able!' he exulted. 'I've got to hand it to you, kid, you're got a great little ass on you.'
'Are you glad I talked you into this?'
'Right on!' he whooped, jack-hammering me with his cock.
'Would you like to play with me while you're fucking me?' I asked.
'Play with what?' he teased, all his most queenish tendencies surfacing at the prospect of fondling a young cock.
'Whatever you find down there,' I teased back.
Instantly I could feel his hand sliding around my thigh toward my crotch. His fingers trembled with excitement, quivering in anticipation of latching on to my cock and balls.
When my pubic hair coiled around his fingers, his hand jumped, pouncing on what he was sure was my stiff equipment.
He got ahold of a hard cock all right, but it was his own. His wrist pressed against my crotch as his fingers wrapped around his own dick. His own cock pumping out my cunt!
Suddenly his hand flew away like it had been scalded. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him holding it up in front of his face, grimacing as though he were confronted with an evil spirit or a curse.
'A cunt!' he muttered disbelievingly. Then he abruptly roared. 'A cunt!' he screamed. 'A fucking woman's cunt! You're a woman!'
He couldn't have insulted me more if he had called me a nigger.
'You… you WOMAN!' he accused, hysterically waving his dripping hand, my pussy juice flying from his fingers.
There was only one way to answer. His cock was still engorging my cunt, so my best response was through the sensual magic of the female body. Tightening my pussy muscles like a vise around his prick, I wiggled my ass, squeezing his dick as it twisted inside my moist walls.
'Oooooo… a woman,' he complained some more, but this time the venom was considerably diminished.
Another identification of my sex was punchless, and the next one was said more in wonder than anything else.
There was no doubt about it. He was weakening.
If he'd been so totally turned off as he pretended, his cock would have gone limp long before now. Yet, the fact was that it was harder than ever. It was still buried to the hilt, pushing in my pussy as far as it could go.
Realizing he was probably in a state of shock and that I would have to do all the work for awhile, I took the initiative. Rotating my hips, I started to groove along the shaft of his long, stiff prick. Sliding back and forth in six- inch slurps, I aggressively fucked his cock, creating the maximum possible friction.
'Woman… woman… woman…' he kept chanting over and over again.
'Cunt,' I crooned, trying to richen his concept of femininity. 'Big… hairy… juicy… cunt. Tight… wet… cunt. Cunt!'
'Cunt,' he said squeakily, like he had just discovered a new word.
'Cunt,' I echoed huskily.
'Cunt… cunt… cunt,' he repeated, his recitation of the word mellowing as he got used to its sound and the image it conveyed.
