be when Henry's gonna fuck you…' And with that he laid down flat and speared her cunt hole with his jumbo pecker.
'Oooh, God, no!' cried Sharon Pettibone. 'It's too much. Go slow. Please. You have to go easy.' She lifted her thighs in order to relieve the terrific pressure of Henry's large fat phallus in her body's small front cave. 'It's too fucking much,' she hollered at him. 'You have to slow down. Oh, no. No, no, no!!!'
But Henry had no intention of stopping. If she had told him that there was a big rattlesnake inside her twat it would have made no difference to him. If she had warned him that the inside of her pussy contained piranha fish, he would have continued on his deep sea mission. If she had mentioned that just the other day her father explained to her that she had congenital syphilis and that her twat was rotting with leprosy and that any man's pecker who touched her would fall off — still Henry would have persisted in fucking Sharon's juicy little pie. There was plainly no stopping him this time.
'Oh, God, please,' she begged. She writhed in pain as the huge fuck-stick rolled up and down inside her fleshy little tube. It was nice and tight in there, like a satin glove lined with fresh soft flesh and juice. It was hot and moist too. It was everything that Henry could have asked for, and the feel of Sharon bouncing, wriggling under him, squirming and aching with his powerful joint in her body, made him even more excited. 'I love it,' he whispered in her ear. 'I really do love it.'
Finally, Sharon gave in. She accepted the fact that there was no getting away from the greased prick which tacked her down tight. There was no escaping the hot muscle bursting with fire in her body. She could not get away from the throbbing pole twisting her twat inside out. She reached up and around Henry's neck and held him down tight, close to her big mammaries. She filled his face with her tongue, Frenched him, and she let her hands slide down to his bouncing buttocks. She squeezed his buns and pulled him into her loins. His meaty sword went even deeper inside her hot dark wet cave, all the way to the back where the mushroom head rubbed and slid against the softest flesh of her body, nearly in her womb…
But then, just as suddenly as he'd poked himself into that fleshy land of ecstasy, he poked himself out. He pulled that meat stick of his out of her tube of flesh and rolled her over onto her belly. She screamed and hollered like it meant something to her, but really it didn't. She didn't care any more about anything, and the only thing that mattered to her was that the fucking be over and done with. She let him split her buns, then, and she let him roll her hips up softly against the underside of his oiled penis. And she let him enter her lubricated sphincter as if she were allowing him a cup of tea. It was all the same to her.
She opened up her bunghole tube and gave him access to whatever he wanted. Her nubile teenage flesh spread out easy and soft, like melted butter, and young tough Henry took a slice of the prettiest ass he'd ever been privy to feel. He rubbed his long stick down that alley, into the core of Sharon Pettibone's rump, and he stuck her up good, all the way into her buns' hot bowel flesh. There was just no way to stop that man from giving young Sharon a hot anal branding.
And as if that weren't enough, once he'd shot off inside that weren't enough, once he'd shot off inside that asshole tube of hers, once he'd stretched out that tapered sphincter entrance, and once he'd taken hold of her titties at the same time and twisted them black and blue, he made that girl get down on his hog and lick him clean. It was all over when he saw that his boner was as fresh and shiny as new. And not before.
'Jesus,' moaned Sharon, washing out her mouth when it was done, 'I never knew a man to be so stubborn about getting himself cleaned afterwards. It just isn't natural like that. Most guys want to go to sleep. You, you wanted to have more licking than a blow job.'
'That's right,' said Henry. 'Don't you forget it, little darling. Don't you ever forget it. And by the way, did you get yourself a little orgasm out of that fuck?'
'Not really,' she said, reaching down towards her twat lips and sliding a finger between them so she could get herself nice and open. 'But I sure wouldn't mind if you insisted on finishing me off one more time…'
He smiled and said: 'Not right now. Maybe another time.'
Henry disappeared as quickly as he'd shown up. He was after all merely a part of Sharon Pettibone's exaggerated imagination. She found herself sitting with her legs spread and with one list coiled around the magic electric cock. 'Oh, fuck,' she said, 'what have I been doing?' She picked herself up and put the machine aside. She turned it off and looked at her face in the bathroom mirror. She was hot and flushed. 'Oh, gee,' she said, 'I think I better take a little rest and then get back to this. I look so wasted and…'
She showered and dried herself off in the living room. She spread out on the living room carpet and didn't wake up until late that night. And when she did, she once again felt that old familiar crave, that crazy drive inside her pussy. She was so horny she couldn't stand it.
Chapter Seven
It was Saturday night and the horny itch was getting worse. Sharon needed to do something to get rid of it. She paced the living room floor naked. Her smooth thighs and wet twat lips were open and scenting the room with her sweet smell.
'Gosh,' she grumbled, 'I wish I could get a real cock right now. A really big prick in my little twat would make me so happy.' She looked down between her legs. Her delightful little hole was open and ready. 'I think I better spend some time jacking myself off,' she added, 'or I'll never be able to get to sleep tonight.' She turned on the t.v. just in case her wailing got so loud that some one of her neighbors might hear. She didn't want anyone to know how very horny and lusty she really was.
In the bathroom she arranged a few photos, pictures of people fucking or sucking each other off. There was one photo of a guy sticking a pencil up a girl's twat. Only it was a big thick artificial pencil, a prop, and he was probing her hard with it. Another photo showed a girl getting shit upon. A man squatted over her face and a big turd hung from his ass onto her forehead. It was curling into a pile there and would eventually stack up over all of her face.
'Jesus,' thought young Sharon Pettibone, 'I wonder what that feels like. I wonder what it feels like to be debased so low that it hurts…'
She went thumbing through some of the other photos. One showed a man sitting on a woman's face so that she could tongue his balls. Her long, out-stretched mouth muscle reached up into his scrotum and licked. If he leaned slightly forward, he would have her tongue in his anus. As it was he was leaning down with his palms open and spread around her titties. He had a look of total contentment on his face, and yet he was also looking toward the young woman's pussy with a kind of curious expression across his lips. Perhaps he was contemplating getting into her pie with his tongue.
After perusing several of the photos, Sharon set a few of the better ones around her. That way she could look at them whenever she wanted, whenever she needed, and the various photos would fuel her fantasies of total sexual ecstasy. Once the pictures were set up she spread herself out on the edge of the tub. She wanted to give her pussy a little scrubbing before she did anything else. She wanted to make sure that her clitoris was nice and erect and wet and greasy before going on to make herself super hot.
She did this by tweaking her clit. She rubbed it up and down with two fingers. She pinched it off and teased it by sliding it back and forth upon itself. It didn't take her long at all to get super hot and very erect. Her inside twat button was about as turned on as could be. 'Jesus,' she grunted, 'sometimes I think that…' She couldn't even complete her sentence. She just didn't realize how horny and lusty her gash was. She spread her loins wide, heels out on the bathroom tile, and finger fucked herself severely. In and out sloshed her long digit, always rubbing against her clit, always making sure to keep the lips spread, the juice flowing. 'I like a good rub,' she moaned aloud, 'Oh, boy oh boy do I ever like a good rub?' She finally pulled her fingers out of her twat and reminded herself that she had better get to using some of her new tools.
She got up from her position on the end of the bathtub and went directly to the kitchen. She took out of the refrigerator a hot dog which she'd frozen the day before. The feel of the cold phallus in her hands made her shiver, and the thought of it rubbing in her cunt made her quake. She was so hot that she couldn't wait for the thing to
