"Me too. I go crazy once-it's in. Stick it in."
The hands on my buttocks moved lower, cupped. I panted. I raised one knee in anticipation. I hoisted myself by the arms on his shoulders. His cock head grazed my open hole. I yelped as if scalded. I worked the lips of my cunt as he lifted and the enormous glans buried itself in my triangle.
"Now move your legs to my waist," said Mr.George.
I did. I locked my ankles high on his waist as Lois Michaels had done. I felt weightless. His powerful hands held me suspended, as if I were a rag doll. But his cock hadn't moved. I glanced down and could see it like a round steel beam separating our bodies. "Stick it up me!" I wailed.
"Okay, little girl. But I warned you." Mr. George thrust.
My mouth dropped open. I blubbered. Spittle ran down my chin. I was being shafted by the flagpole on the library across from Mr. Levine's class at school. He was right. It was too big! I was certain the terrible thing wouldn't fit and would rip from asshole to twat before it penetrated another inch.
"S-S-Stop! It's… I… owwwwwwwww! S-stooooooooop!"
It was no use. Mr. George was beyond hearing my entreaties. Gripping the tender halves of my backside in hot steel claws, he walked us to the wall and pressed me back as he had pressed Lois Michaels against the side of the house. He grunted. He strained while I yelled. He thrust again and again while I pleaded with him to stop. And someone out in the yard, as if it were prearanged, turned a radio up loud, drowning my cries with Blood. Sweat and Tears.
"So fucking tight!" Mr. George leaned his sweaty head on my small shoulder. He humped, using the wall to push me onto the meat stake. One finger dug hard up my ass.
Please! No… no mooooooooore!"
It did me absolutely no good. His stiff cock ripped me, half an inch at a time, retreating, plowing, retreating and plowing again. Now his dickhead was lodged at the tight inner gate, butting the vulnerable mouth of my new upper channel. Burning. Driving upward into my belly without mercy. Planting more and more cock while I wailed and and tried to escape.
I dropped my legs from his waist and yelled, nooooooooo! Then I put my legs back because It was even worse with them down. What had I done? My poor twat. "My poor twaaaaaaaat!"
Then suddenly something happened inside me… something gave. Again my mouth dropped open. Wide-eyed, I looked down. The space between our lower bodies was gone. There was nothing except my sweet little black wedge and a tangled mass of kinky cock hair where his joint used to be.
I gasped, incredulous. The entire monster was in me. A foot? Hadn't he said it was almost a foot long? God! I could feel it pulse. The head, like a Spalding pink ball, was imbedded at the uppermost part of my vagina… inches beyond -Six? Eight?-where the stretched trampoline used to be. It was impossible, but true. My adorable little twat, so outraged, so terrified a moment before, now was wonderfully, happily engorged.
"Dickheads, that's good," proclaimed Mr. George, He bit into the side of my neck, pushed me back hard against the den wall, and ground cock hair into my gaping vulva.
"Do it!" I cried. "Hard! Real hard!" My hips moved convulsively. I raised my legs higher on his thick waist. I wanted him to thrust. Now that the awesome thing was buried deep in my pussy, fat balls resting on my down-tilted ass, I felt silly about having blubbered a moment before. I contracted my soft inner cunt muscles to tell him so.
"Tight! So fucking t-i-g-h-t!" With his stinkfinger, Mr. George reamed my asshole. He backed off half a foot, plowed. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Little girl… so fuckin'… ohhh! Sweet! Hot snug little girl pussy."
"Fuck it! Harder!" I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and rested my spinning head on his warm shoulder. I felt his magnificent dick slide out until only the head was wedged between my wet cunt lips… hesitate… then ride swiftly back into my upper belly. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
"You ain't felt nothin' yet. Now we fuck!"
His hot lips sought mine. I opened my mouth to his tongue. The claws on my ass lifted until my pussy lay pressed to his belly button and two-thirds of his prick was poised below the glans m my love hole. He let me drop-rammmg up as I slid down the pole.
I gurgled into his mouth. Gasping, Technicolor pinwheels spinning inside my head, ears ringing, I dug my finger nails deep into the flesh of his back. I sobbed and moaned and twisted and squirmed as his rigid meat blazed even higher than before.
Mr. George broke the kiss. "Sweet Jesus dickheads. I… I'm coming already." Oh, yes. It… it's too tight. I… I can't hold off."
"Don t hold off. Please. Shoot up me" I worked the lips of my cunt, my bloated vagina, my belly, on the joint stoking faster and faster… In, out, In.
"Little gir…"
"Ohhh wwwwwwwww!"
"Lit-tle girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrll"
It was spectacular. His cock blasted off with the force of a cannon shooting a hot miniball into my gash. He backed off and rammed the roots up my pussy, blasting again. Crushing me back against the wall, he ground the terrible thing higher and spurted semen until it dripped out and down from my twat to form a puddle of gooey love at his feet on the floor.
"Best fuck ever," gasped Mr. George.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, caught in the throes of endless orgasm. I kissed him again. I worked my feathery cunt muscles. I unwound one arm from his neck, reached down, and rubbed the wiry cock hair mashed to my round belly.
We fucked slowly for awhile. Then, gripping the halves of my ass as if he were palming two basketballs, Mr. George duck-walked us back to the divan. His dick had begun to lose some of its fullness, and, as he sat, me in his lap, still wrapped like a monkey around him, the long snake slipped from my wet twat and layover my thigh.
"Oh, no! It… it's going limp!" I wrapped my small hand around it, and jerked. I guided the tip to my pussy, rubbed it around in the hair, in my slit, on my soldier. I hefted and kneaded his cubes-all to no avail. His magnificent dick became a forlorn, rubbery blackjack, and lay, him. grinning, still squeezing my backside, draped over my thigh.
"Boy! Lookit the dumb thing!" I pouted cutely.
"Give it a minute. It'll grow." Mr. George unwound my legs from his waist, set my ass on the cold leather, and lay back His body glistened with sweat. Salty rivulets streamed through his chest hair to his belly, his cock He propped his head on one hand, watched me toy with his meat.
"Want something?"
"Wish I had a cigarette. Nothing like something to draw on after a fuck"
I giggled. I stretched his limp cock "You can draw on me," I cooed, cupping and offering one breast. "A filter tip. Want some?"
"You always this hot?"
"You always this short winded?" I countered.
He grunted, reached for my tit, and rolled the hard little pink peak between thumb and forefinger. "C'mon up here, little girl. Lemme suck on that grape for a while. My dick's temperamental. Give it some inspiration and it'll stand up and bark for you."
I fell with my tit in his face. While he sucked, I jerked. We petted. We kissed He fingered my asshole. I fingered his. His cock grew… but not fast enough to suit me. "Darn!" I blurted after several minutes of fucking around. "Can't you make it come up any faster than that?"
"That's what little girls're for."
I glanced down his body. Now his dick was half hard, trying to stand but bent in the middle like a fire hose with low water pressure. My lips felt dry. My throat filled with saliva. I had a sudden, tongue-tingling urge, almost a mania, to suck the pink Spalding head into my mouth.
Mr. George must have recognized the hotsy look in my eye. He grunted. Taking his joint from my hand, he shook it, and said, "Okay. Go down and suck if you want to But don't fucking bite! The last blowjob I had… the little cocksucker across the street-"