'Oooh!' His finger had uncorked itself. He urged me gently back and let me fall, stripped off his jacket as I swung my legs and lay obedient, one arm across my eyes, though-peeping-I could see his trousers coming down and saw the hugeness of him, stark and bold, emerging. Thick as a stave it was and quite as long as Aramintha had declared, the crest enormous, glowing purplish-pink. But 'OW!' I uttered then, for as he neared the bed, he smacked my nearest leg and bid me draw my knees up. 'You be quiet, Miss. Keep your arm across your eyes and when I tries to take it off, don't let me do. You understand?' 'Yes!', I quavered, heard him lift his shirt, then felt his hairy belly come on mine. His knob grazed in my cunthairs, then descended slowly to the waiting lips whose puffiness and moisture brought a pleased grunt from his throat. I wanted to cry out-compressed my lips-and held my forearm tightly across my eyes. A little 'Oh!' escaped me as the plum parted the convoluted waves of flesh and urged within the bubbling of my dell. The helmet seemed to split me, and I bucked. 'No, Miss, I got to hold you down', he growled. His elbows pressed against my inner thighs, hands grasped the curving of my hips. 'Don't-don't!', I moaned, but even so I lifted up my bottom as I spoke, the better to present myself to him, whereat he tried to draw my arm away, but I resisted, whimpered.
'Just like Bertha were', he said, and at that I could not help myself but threw my arms around his neck and strained and strained to slowly draw him in. 'She let you fuck her. Oh, you naughty man!', I mouthed. 'A real good fuck she is, Miss, too. Yes, even now- she's married but comes back to have a lathering from her Dad's cock.
It fills her like no other does, as it do yours'. 'Goo-goo! Oh, it's too big! No! Oh yes!' My god, what a delirium! All thoughts of wickedness, desire and love embraced me all at once. The man's huge penis was embedded inch by inch. The apples of his balls (I cannot call them less) bulged up beneath my bottom. Ah, what ecstasies of thoughts, sensations, entrance one in such moments! I moaned, I clawed at him, said words I never thought to speak, had visions that I never thought to have. The walls of my honeypot expanded to his stave most wondrously and gripped the throbbing veins. 'I got yer as I wanted to! From the first moment that I saw you, Miss, I meant to get between your legs'. 'Did you? Oh tell me, do I then feel nice?'
'More luscious than I ever had. Better by far you are than all of 'em. You wants to feel me spunk in you?'
Spunk? I had never heard the word before, but in my wild excitement knew what it must mean.
'Spunk me, sperm me, if you want to, yes', I moaned. His shaft was oily with my exudations. Hissing breath against each other's nostrils we began to thresh. Each drawing out and plunging in of his huge corker was sheer ecstasy. 'Not yet, Miss. I likes to bring you on. A girl has to have her pleasure first, or won't come back before. When Bertha come, she squealed and bit my shoulder, then I squirted her. All right now, wrap your legs up over mine and work yer lovely arse to it. I'll hold it for you-swing it back and forth'.
'Yes, yes, come on. Do it, do it-I don't care what you do! Ah, Jenkins, what a prick you have!' 'Don't call me that, Miss. Call me Dad, or darling, dear, and put your tongue in as you talk. Ah, little devil, you are coming, I can feel!' 'D… d… d… Dad, oh darling, dear!', I stammered quite berserk and spilled and spilled, my belly tightening and relaxing with each squirt, my tongue a-lashing in his mouth. Torrents of lust. I felt no other then. Lust was the devil that drew up one's skirts and pinned one down and rode one in a torment of delight, knowing no other than the thrill of it. -'Come in me, come!', I blethered, clawed his back and knotted up my legs around his waist and jerked and gasped. 'You wait for it, you little bitch!' 'Oh-woh!', I moaned. He had the power to keep me pinned beneath him all the day if he so wished, moving his heavy loins back-forth, rubbing his bristly pubic hairs to mine, balls slapping. -'Oooh! Your balls!', I gasped, and knew myself to be a thousand women all at once, the high, the low, submissive, ardent underneath the mastering weight of him, the purposeful, deep surging of his cock.
'Say that you want my cock', he growled. 'I want, I want, I want!', I sobbed and heard him utter a deep 'AAH!', his oily helmet all but slipping out. And then he poised himself, so poised, and held me in attendant agony, seizing my face and making me upstare into his burning eyes. For one long moment so we stared. I knew the mystery of that anguished stare, the moment frozen as if we had ever been thus, cock to cunt, the hot deliberation of the moment held. 'Say yes!'
His strange insistence was a spell on me, I rimming with my tightened lovelips his stilled helmet, pulsing as it was. 'Har, yes! Oh Dad, oh darling, dear, oh yes! F… f… fuck me, do it in me, do!' 'Good girl! You knows to do it now, all right. Now you remember that and how it's done. Right up you now, my little pet, and take it all!' 'WAH-HAH!' I sobbed. He came down on me flat again, tongue to my tongue and urged himself up in. He groaned, he jerked, he held it for a moment longer while I clenched my velvet walls around his conqueror and pouted up my lips to him in such wise as I knew I must, seeping my warm breath in his mouth as with insensate gasps he loosed his first jet. The thick porridge spattered, swirled and pelleted with ardent force and caused my walls to palpitate around his tool. 'C… coming in you like I said I would', he moaned.
'Yes, yes! Oh, do it more! Oh, lovely, yes!' His jets, so powerful, made a foaming flood that wet the coverlet beneath. I spent again, I sobbed, repeating all the wild obscenities he flooded at the same time in my ear-repeated them by rote, yet knew the tang of them, knew them as salt and pepper to the feast. 'GRRR!', came his grunt. Embedded in my spermy channel full, he came and quivered, came again, then sank down on my breast. My drumming heels scraped at his buttocks, then we sighed a huge deep sigh, were still, the thick cock of him pulsing and expending pearly raindrops of delight. 'You'll lie still now and keep your legs apart as I get up'. And I said 'Yes', I said, said 'Yes'. The cork drew slowly out. I let my legs relax, let them slip down and held them wide. The weeping crest of him kissed both my lovelips, rubbed around my spot and made me quiver, then he rose. 'I filled you up, Miss, that I did'.
The bed sagged and sprang up again as he got off and looked down at my thick, cream-spattered bush. I did not answer, did not know the words to say. Splayed open, so I waited while he drew his trousers up and gathered up his jacket from a chair. 'Best to be silent for the moment, Miss. It shows consent, you see, to what we done.
Keeping your legs apart says 'Yes'. I taught my Bertha that, and Mary, too. You've learned from what I've taught you, and I know you have.'
I threw my arms once more across my eyes to hide the sight of him, said 'Yes'. I knew that he expected it. 'Keep all your learning, Miss, inside your head. Some gents, they likes you to be shy, while others don't. Best to be shy if you ain't sure. Struggle a bit, you can, but not too much. Wait till the knob is in, that's what I always say. Wriggle your bottom, be tempestuous. It always brings the passion up. I'll let you tidy up yourself, Miss, now'. Then he was gone, the door unlocked again. I closed my thighs, then opened them, and giggled tightly up against my hand. 'I care not who does it to me now', I thought. And knew it almost to be true.
CHAPTER 13
Harry knew, and Aramintha knew-I swear they did. Their looks were faintly searching when I ventured down. Jane was in the garden gathering flowers, and had been there a long time, so I hoped. 'Did Jenkins see to you? He brought it up to you?', asked Harry with a grin. 'What did they say? Did you see Arnold? Who was there?', I countered, and admired myself for that. I had doused my face with water and my cheeks were no longer flushed. My hairpins were exactly placed, my dress was smooth. My cunny felt deliciously plump.