I went through the motions of fucking as I had watched him going through the lewd ceremony. If I were really jazzing some one I imagine that I would have been one hot and furious fuck. All this brought me to apoint of maddening erotic feeling. I felt that if I saw him come I too would spend.
Roland's hand began to more tightly clutch his peter. Its knob grew more purple and swollen, to the point of bursting. His hand increased its speed, then he moaned:
"Flossie, are you look-I–I'm-Ah- I'm coming!
Here she comes! See it squirt! Oh, how good it feels!
Ah-h-uh!"
He went off, it looked like milk pouring from a cow's teats. He shot all over the table, floor an da few drops found my spew-thirsty slit. His balls elevated and sank. Each time they went through this movement a michine-gun-like barrage of sperm came flying out of his one eyed crater, scattering at tangents; more or less a volcanic eruption in miniature.
When the last drops of his creamy dew ran over the part that divides the two sides of his cock's head, I dashed from the table fb his side. I placed the turgid spew sopped knob of his bobbing pole in my mouth. My, oh my! I have never till then tasted anything so delicious as hs sperm-oiled reeking knob … and remember I had just finished one of the most appetizing meals that I had ever eaten. This was incomparably more ravishing! I guess I am a girl who is far more spew-hungry than feed-hungry.
How I sucked those last drops of priceless cream!
Roland writhed in agonizing ecstasy!
In a trembling voice he moaned:
"Suck it all out girlie. Oh God! How lovely it is!
How ravishing 1"
His strength ebbed as I continued with this operation. He fell into a submissive swoon, still I continued to extract the remnants o? salty, deliciously warm, precious fluid. I swear by Eros it was good!
This action did not tend to subside my fires. When I had finished, the itch in my cunnie had grown to giant size. My pussie was craving to be prick-crammed.
I poured a cordial for Roland, who now seemed so faint and weak. Instead of swallowing the drink he merely sipped the brim so that it would not overflow. Then, as though he had regained all his vim he picked me up, carried me over and placed me on the bed. he assured me that my quim would not be neglected, but it must have a drink.
Roland quickly undressed. I must confess that his body revealed youth and true masculinity; well formed and apparently strong muscles, suggesting a member of a daily calisthenics class. His skin was baby-white and well covered with hairy patches. It seemed as though nature had awarded my lover more than his share of male qualities. The one feaII ture of his that attracted me most of all was his superbly handsome, already hard again, prick. It was as fat, long, and juicy looking now as it was before his recent spend. It protruded from his large bewiskered balls like a drum-major's baton… in fact it beat like one too. Of course, I wondered how long could his remain in that position.
After he had removed all of his clothing he took the glass of cordial in his hand and approached the bed.
"Now open your legs, sweet," he commanded.
I could think of no other request that I would have welcmed more at that time. His orders clicked perfectly with my mood. I raised my plump, little lilly bottom, thus elevating my pulsating pussie, and propped my knees high and wide. My cunt section was about six inches in the air. He gazed longingly and carnally at my stretched spew-thirsty slit, which was so wantonly exposed to his cunt-seeking view.
His eyes glared like two spot-lights! In puzzled anxiety I awaited his movements. He placed two fingers within the lips and pryed them apart. His warm touch made my pussie twitter. My tube opened and clossed in anticipation. Oh mercy, how my orifice flamed! Upon my word, it felt like it was really burning! It might have been my imagination, but I sensed steam rushing through my pulsating vaginal tube and bursting part my two swollen, red, pliant lips.
Roland was now observing my smacking lips more closely, he watched them open and close. A maniac's carnal smile beamed from his lips. What the Hell are you going to do? I wanted to say. I was lust crazed too. A fast fuck is what I needed much more than anything else in the world. Give it to me you God-damned cunt teaser, I'm glad I didn't speak that impulsive thought… even if I would have, I wouldn't have been at fault, most girls know how insanely lustful they become when they are played with this way and the prick is meditative about enterning. In this condition all women want to be transfixed by the biggest, meatiest and most heated prick in the world… or available at the time. Yes, and they have a desire to swim in the ecstatic pools of nectarious spew.
As my coozie opened once more, Roland dashed the entire glass of cordial into the depths of my delirious cunt. Then he held the lips together to allow the sapid juice to penetra'te into the inmost depths of my womb. At first this cunt drink soothed and cooled, but God! as soon as it reached my uterus … a million bugs, no a billion, were biting and scratching at the walls of my interior nest!
"Christ Almighty,› God, Roland, I'm going crazy!"
I screamed, as I underwent this experience.
Without a doubt this was the wildest frenzy of passion that I have ever undergone… surely, I thought I would either die or be left a life long prick-o-maniac! I couldn't even faint to escape this delightfu torture.
"Roland!" I exasperated, "God-damn!.. Roland! do something!.. Oh for Christ sake! I'm going nuts … Oh I'm dying! Please!" Then I cried in delirium,
"God have pity on my soul, I know I done…"
I did not finish my last sentence, because Roland had begun to answer my pleas. He dropped to his knees and with the skill of a master, glued his lips to my open cunnie mouth and before any of this passion engrossing fluid escaped, he began to $uck. He drank every drop from my burning chambers.
He began to ravish my pussie with his lips and tongue… how I craved for a spend! Only God and I know, I cannot explain this to anyone.
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: