"Oh, put it in! Ram it inside me, please, please! Fuck me, fuck me hard! It's so beautiful and big, sooooo big! I want to squeeze it hard please! Give me some cock; c'mon, give me some!"
She heard his breathy chuckle as he guided his turgid cock over the triangle of blond hair that grew across her groin. He was getting closer now, going down between her legs where the golden lips lay open in agonized excitement. But he was pushing that gorgeous cockhead into the burning flesh of her thighs now, he wasn't even touching her where she needed it most! She was more aware of his hardness now as he prodded her tantalizingly in that velvety part of her legs. If he wanted a struggle she would give him one!
"I'll show you the right place!" she growled. "It's right here!"
Her legs flew up and clutched at his hips, pulling him down between her throbbing cunt lips. The stallion cock collided with the folds of her wet, hairy cunt, sending her hips into swiveling greeting. He was hot now, too, she saw, as he forgot his tantalizing game and reached down to aim his body at hers.
Her vagina was gaping and huge… She had never felt so big in there, nor so empty. The muscular prick would stretch up, up, up into her belly, making room for all that she could ever want. She could take him, all of him, she was sure of it. I'm a big girl… a big girl! He made me big for him!
He pressed the huge head against her lubricious hole and began to insert it. Brenda gasped as she felt the size of it. It felt like a fist going in!
Her eyes flew open in surprise, and she saw his proud grin.
"Now you know why it's called screwing. I have to ease it in gently, or they start yelling. A few twists and turns ought to do it."
"Ooooh! God! Oh, it's hurting! Don't!"
She never knew anything could be so big and demanding. She moved her legs up around his waist to make herself bigger for the rampaging stud he had become. His eyes were bright and glittering with excitement as he bore into her, pushing past the first hot vise of cunt muscles. She gasped, a shudder of pain racking her, but then her body welcomed him with pulsing, sucking tremors as the walls of her vagina moved over his thrusting prick in an eager caress.
"You've got a snapping pussy, don't you? Let me feel it; squeeze me tight!"
Obediently she bore down on the bisecting rod that pushed into her. All the pain was gone now, leaving nothing but that full-cunt feeling that she had missed so much – God, how she'd missed it! She felt him slam against the sensitive thumb of flesh that was her cervix, and pound it unmercifully, sending a thrill of responsive chords into every nerve of her body. He was all the way in now, pressing against her womb but still there was a rock-hard piece of cock to spare. He put it to good use, rubbing it against her open pussy lips and easing it up to press against her begging clitoris.
"Yes! There… right there! Oooooohhhhh, rub it on me, rub it hard, uuuummmmmm! It's feels so goooood. God, it's so long! I can feel it everywhere!"
The little bud of coral flesh at the top of her cunt filled with blood and erected like a tiny cock, blossoming out of its hood, demanding attention. Brenda arched her hips until the top of her cunt could rub easily over the thick male lance that plunged in and out of her body.
She raised her head and stared down at his inflamed cock as it appeared and disappeared into her. As her hips twisted obscenely she watched the play of sunlight on the golden hairs of her pubic mound and the scattered whitish hairs on her pale flat belly. How deliciously lewd it was to watch herself being fucked! She found the mattress with her heels and lifted herself to meet his brutal thrust, her body bucking as his outsized prick dug into her quivering vaginal tunnel.
"Put 'em up!" he panted. "Wrap those beautiful legs around me."
Brenda grasped her thighs with her hands and lifted her torso to his plunging groin. For a moment the rocking rhythm stopped as he struggled with his pants, pushing them down on his hips.
"Choking my balls off… I wanta feel you all over down there," he gasped.
He came back to her in a new intimacy of warmth and hair and hard muscular thighs. She crooned in delight as she felt his swollen testicles, lightly furred with hair, bouncing against her up-ended cheeks. The slip-slap sounds of hearty fucking thrilled her, and she tightened her legs around his back and urged her dewy cunt lips into his groin.
He was nearing the peak now, grunting hoarsely in her ear and giving long, determined pulls at her cunt that left spiraling spasms of response along her inner muscles. As her cervix fluttered like a besieged punching bag. Brenda knew that she would go over the top any second now. Her copious female juices flowed faster, trickling down into the valley of her buttocks and over her palpitating rectum. He was making her cum everywhere! In her ass, in her clit, but most of all in her stretched-out, hot and heaving cunt!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ooooooooyesyesyesyes! Harl, oh! It's happening!"
Her eyes squeezed shut, she heard from somewhere the sound of grinding teeth and realized it was her own. Harl quivered and jerked as he shot up into her womb, his fingers pinching her soft, sweaty bottom. At last he collapsed on her with a leaden heaviness and lay with his lips at her throat.
She lay panting, savoring the softer invasion that his cock had become. Now it was fat rather than big, palpitating still and softening inside her as her muscles returned to their normal size.
God, but her pussy was sore! All of it, not just the thoroughly pummeled hole but her tender pink lips as well, from rubbing so madly against the base of his prick – and against his open zipper. But it was a warm, tingly pain. Harl felt like a fallen tree on top of her but she did not want to move and lose the delicious male weight of muscle and strength. His cock was shriveling out of her now… going, going, going – gone. Plop!
He sighed harshly and licked her throat in an animal way.
"Ginny… God, you're good. The best piece of ass…"
Ginny! Her blood turned from molten lava to icy tendrils that rushed to her brain and froze her with guilt. What had come over her? She, Brenda Taylor from Oregon, who had to go steady with a fellow before she let him into her pants! Steady or engaged. She thought numbly of Jim, good old Jim, with his respectful, grateful passions. She heard his voice now. You're a nice girl, Bren, a good girl. But she wasn't! Something had happened to her when she walked into this apartment that belonged to a faceless girl named Ginny who had disappeared. I've taken her place. Now I'm like her…
She turned her head, her cheek brushing Harl's black curls, and looked at the poster above the sofa. It showed a girl with bee-stung red lips and rosy cheeks, the picture of innocence until one noticed the slitted eyes slanting down across the bridge of her nose. Her hair was green, curving and rolling in huge swirls that became leaves and bushes and windswept flora, until she seemed to be standing in a forest.
Yet, the forest was her hair…
It was strangely threatening and abnormal, yet full of the hot throbbing of springtime and youth and love. The girl in the poster was a psychedelic love Goddess smiling down on the splayed forms on the bed. It's Ginny… and she's looking at me. Her eyes are following me.
Her guilt vanished in a dizzy awareness of her cumfilled cunt. She stretched, savoring the warm heaviness of her thighs and the wetness that glistened on them. Harl moved, rising to his knees, and grinned at her.
"Take off your clothes and let's do it right." His fingers opened the downy lips of her slit and brushed tantalizingly over the slippery inner flesh.
"This is eatin' pussy, as the lumberjacks say. I want a taste of it."
She tore off her dress until she stood before him in nothing but garter belt and dark hose. His eyes flickered over her as he tossed his wrinkled, twisted pants and shorts aside.