"Katty. Honey love. I… I can feel it. Tight! Manoman! A tight little drumhead of tissue."
I opened my eyes, looked down. Tom was still on his knees between my trembling thighs, shafting his rod down into me. My breath caught. I watched it slide in, out, in… butting the barrier. His nuts slapped my ass. But the barrier, the fucking unfeminine trampoline, remained intact.
"Harder! Break it. Hurt me. Fuck your dick right through it. Tom? To…ohhh! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
Tom pounded, ground his coarse pubic hair against my soft fur. He held it embedded to the roots, savoring the warmth, the tightness as I was savoring the thickness, the hard length of a pole in my belly. For a moment, he humped, crotch to crotch, balls to ass. Then he lifted me higher, guided my legs to his waist, and gritting his teeth, grinding, doing his damndest to penetrate my stubborn hymen, drove a finger high in my asshole… as if attacking the elastic like barrier: from the rear He strained. He humped every inch, every speck, every micrometer of hard pulsing dick into me.
"More!" I wailed. "It… it's giving. I… I… o wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
"Wait a minute." Again Tom pulled his long wet cock from my sheath. It popped out with a splat. "Turn over… on your belly."
"Huh?"
"I can get more in that' way. Over."
I was by now so crazy, so close to orgasm I really didn't know or care what he was talking about. I rolled over. My belly touched the cool pillowcase. I shivered with hot chills. "Put it in," I choked. "An-y-where! Only do it. Do it! Do it!"
This time, like a rutting dog in heat, Tom attacked from the rear With one swift lunge he drove his poker, roots and all, up my twat. "Oh, sweet Jesus motherfucker! It… it's the best the hottest little fuckin' hole in the state. Move It, Ratty. Gimme a little hip action."
I complied. My buttocks and pussy propped high on the pillow, open,.feeling Tom breathe down on my asshole as he watched his cock slip into me, I rotated my pelvis, worked my inner cunt muscles, milking his tool. Again his bulbous cockhead bludgeoned the. barrier. Harder… each stab sending small pain waves through my vagina. I sobbed. I plowed back. Ignoring the pain, thinking only of the bloated electric thing in my pussy, the tingly sensations his dick caused, I thought, fuck the barrier. It was so good so hot and cold and smooth and grating all at the same time, I didn't much care about anything except reaching-the place where cum mixed with cum and cock and cunt formed an unbreakable pact."
"It… it just won't give," grunted Tom. The damn thing's like… like a fuckin' inner tube. Whoever stretched you did some job. What, you need is a doctor to slice the whole mess out.
I stopped moving. I closed. my legs some, lay flat on the pillow. It was as if his dick had suddenly become a razor. "A d-d-doctor?"
"Um. UMMM! But not now, Katty later we'll talk about surgery. Now… Jesus. My… my joint is stuck tight in your gash. Open your sweet little pussy, for chrissakes.
I opened.
Tom breathed relief. "Now fuck. Fuck and forget about it."
Boy! How could you forget about something like that, I wondered A doctor! A knife in my belly almost! I had heard about girls with cherries that had to be cut. The thin membrane stretched like an inverted rubber, formed scar tissue, and, if a girl wasn't aware it, was unlucky enough to have a stable of little-cocked lovers, she could go through an entire lifetime unaware of the silly damn thing sitting like a rubber Buddha at the top of her channel.
"Katty. Chrissakes. I'm almost ready to come."
"Wait!" This time I slipped free. Darn! I thought, turning onto my back… there I was, with a cock ready to fill me with hot cream, and all I could think of was the screwy thing in my hole. Gaping my legs open, lifting my hips as an offering, I reached for Tom.
"Baby love." Tom tossed the pillow aside. Kneeling between my thighs, he fingered my pussy. His prick stood straight out… glistening wet with my juices… grown to incredible size. A small bead of cum appeared at the aperture. I touched my fingertip to it. He grabbed my wrist, made me hold the hard shaft. He came down on me… heavy… weight on my belly. "Put it in for me, Ratty. Steer the head to your cunt and let it slip in nice and slow."
"Suck my titties first."
"Katty…"
"I want it to last. Mouth my nipples like you did before. Don't you like them?" With my free hand, I cupped the underside of one breast… offering the hard pink peak. "See how it stands up?"
Whining like a puppy, Tom covered half my tit with his hot wet mouth. He devoured the tensile grape crowning the soft white mound. I stroked his thick dark hair. His cock jerked insistently in the palm of my hand. I steered the throbbing glans to my scruff, and teasingly moved it along the outer rim of my triangle.
"That's good, baby. So fucking… ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"
Tom bit down hard on my nipple, making me wince with pleasure-pain.
"Do the other one," I directed. "I'ts lonely, too. Suck it all better."
His tongue licked down the underside of one tit, around, up the warm valley between the two crests, over and down the upper side of the other mound, to my hard left nipple. Gently he mouthed the rubbery little stone. I sighed. I steered his cockhead to my gash… but held it at bay when he tried to thrust home. I snaked my leg up the back of his thigh and rubbed the glans in the wetness between my woman thighs.
Suddenly Tom grabbed me. His strong arms closed around me, one squeezing the breath from my lungs, the other low on my waist, hand splayed on my bottom. "I can't wait, Kitten. You… you're driving me up the goddam wall with your teasing. Put it in for me. Now!"
"Tell me how much you want my pussy," I taunted, kneading the fat tip of his dick.
"More than anything."
"More than Mummy?"
"More."
"Show me how much then."
"For chrissakes. How?"
"Fuck me." I steered the head of his hot hard cock to the mouth of my pussy. "Shove it in. All the way. Make me quiver all over."
Tom's hips bucked as if someone had set an electric cow-prodder to his behind. His shaft tore through the palm of my hand into my cunt. My stomach muscles tightened at the abrupt thrust. He ground it into me halfway, then, huge hand still splayed on my ass, rolled until we lay side by side. He thrust again. My mouth dropped open. An unrecognizable sound came from deep in my throat.
Kissing my lips, my nose, my heavy-lidded eyes, Tom whispered, "Want the rest Kitten?"
"Yes Oh, yes.
"How much?"
"Bastard!" I brought my balled fists to his chest, pounded.
Tom laughed. It was a low, sexy kind of grunting sound. Instead of thrusting, he applied pressure with the hand on my ass, and I slid like a well-greased piston casing onto his rod. Again my mouth dropped open. It was the wildest feeling. With my legs almost closed one resting on his big muscular thigh, I could feel every ridge, every vein and bump on his shaft, grating against the tender inner walls of my twat.
"There's more," Tom whispered.
"Pleeze!"
"I'll be coming soon, too"
"Then fuck me. Kiss me and fuck me." I lifted my leg higher on his thigh. I reached down, felt with my fingers. There were inches of lovely hard cock outside me.
Tom again applied pressure to my plump bottom. His dick went in farther. But I could still feel the roots, as I measured the hardness protruding from my wedge of black hair. My fingers crept lower… under… to his fat cubes. "All the way," I demanded, squeezing the tender sacs.
This time Tom's mouth dropped open. His face crinkled up, as if he were going to cry. He thrusted and applied pressure with his hand and my cunt, my anxious little pussy, took the last inch of hot meat. He sought my lips. We kissed, sighing, open mouth to open mouth, tongues searching. My hole was engorged… wonderfully full of hot cock.
We moved slowly for a while; prolonging the ultimate thrill. A sweet bottle of wine on a corkscrew, I thought… recalling Daddy's beautiful ersatz poetry. Tom's strong hands explored every inch of my body… pausing to knead here, probe there I felt tiny. Helpless now. At his mercy. I suddenly realized that what I felt against my pert nipples wasn't hard flesh. I worked at the buttons down the front of his shirt, threw it open, maneuvered one arm free, and, when he lifted, pulled the other sleeve out from under his body. I glanced down, giggled. He still wore shoes and. socks. He grinned and kicked the shoes off and I reached down and helped him off with the socks.