I peered toward where she now rummaged through a drawer in the spectacular armoire. “Know what, if I may ask?”
“Just how
“Holy
My penis, now fully invigorated, slightly exceeded the rule’s maximum length.
It was a twelve-inch rule.
Ammi went all in a frenzy now, retrieving something else from the armoire and then returning to the bed to boldly straddle me with her bare hips. “No more fooling around,” she determined, opening a modest foil package. “For every minute that this gorgeous cock isn’t buried in my bush, that’s a minute of
“What’s that… you’ve got there?” I asked, my eyes asquint.
“Don’t want to put a bun in little Ammi’s oven, do you?”
The frail, flavescent object in her hands was a barrier prophylactic, one of the newer Latex versions by its look. I could hardly object to its non-prescriptive and, hence,
Ammi’s face turned flustered, and, again, she profaned, “Shit, your cock’s so big, I hope it doesn’t
My frown was all-too quick. “Ammi, if I may? Profanity does your demeanour
She squinted at me. “The
“
The sensations were admittedly quite pleasing but I’m afraid Ammi’s vandalism of the English language and her crude, splayed-legged pelvic locomotions left much to be desired. At one point she reached behind herself and cosseted my scrotal sack, only to further profane, “For fuck’s sake, mister. Even your
Indeed.
Her copulative motions accelerated, hands on knees as she continued to
Her lust-pinkened face smoldered. “Shut
In not one but
“Did you come?”
I elevated a brow. “If by that you mean did I experience an ejaculatory release and sequent orgasm? No.”
“Wait right there!” she exclaimed and abruptly roused. She stalked, if a bit painfully, toward the ornate door but stopped to point absurdly at my erected member. “And don’t let
Ammi’s return brought four more women into the room: two svelte blondes, a lissome brunette, and a fox- eyed coif-headed waif with raving auburn hair and a
“Good
“She wasn’t lying!” excited another.
The auburn-head seemed locked in a rigor. “Is that…
It was one of the blondes that lunged before the others and asserted, “This guy may be able to out-fuck Ammi, but he ain’t gonna out-fuck
The language absolutely
It was a rather monotonous foray which ensued; four more giddy naked women clucking over my genitals like great-grandams over knickknacks. One by one they punctured themselves on my stiffened-to-numbness erection, shrilly giggling in betwixt moans, gasps, and outright shrieks of lascivious liberation. Musky aromas swam about the chamber, accompanied by a rapid, wet
“Right up my butt now, Mr. Big Dick,” she guttered. “Just the way I
It unnerved me, needless to say, to know that I had been hoodwinked into performing the forbidden and historically blasphemous act so named for the ancient city of iniquity, Sodom. The sluttish woman’s squat strained wider, affording me an all-too-precise view; and the ease with which she was able to admit the full depth and width of my member into this alternate and most uncomely cavity left me to conjecture that she was hardly a stranger to the act. She chuckled at my gape, then pressed two fingers to either side of her clitoral bulb, to isolate the mysterious nerve cluster. I visibly gulped, noting its size: nearly that of an avocado pit!
“Ammi likes to eat a box,” she grated, “so she can get her little fuck-face over here and eat
“Fuck!” the blonde grunted. “This guy’s tallywhacker is so big it’s punching my goddamn
All the girls shrieked laughter at the remark.
Between the sensation of my organ buried in her bowel and that of Ammi’s tending oration, the blonde soon became a veritable dervish of flesh as once again she clenched and shivered, and then was wracked by another clearly thoroughgoing orgasmic salvo. And though I’ll admit that the much more precise purchase of the act of sodomy rendered some pleasing sensations to myself, I was now quite lost in an unfathomable ennui. Women could be so
Finally!