His prick wasn't all that long – just comfortably so – but she was astonished at its width. This no doubt accounted for her soreness, for it was fully two inches across… more at the coronal ring. It'd been circumcised and the lightly tanned flesh of it was smooth as satin to her tongue's touch and symmetrically domed… almost a formalized artist's conception of a prick. As she continued to play with it, she felt him stir behind her, and then his hands were fondling her butt and breasts. He said nothing, content, evidently, to let her take the initiative. Presently he moved his hands to her legs and, taking her by one ankle, passed it across his chest so that she straddled him. Maryon stroked and smoothed his broad manhood, secretly determining to bring him off in her mouth, to give her cunt time to settle down. Even his prying fingers and occasional kisses on her slot were irritating, and, careful not to show antagonism, she said as much. Immediately he turned his attentions to her out-thrust ass, boldly before his eyes, and she shivered as his rough palms ran tenderly over the globes, gradually bringing his thumbs down into her crack to pull her checks apart as though he was halving a peach to get at the stone which was her blind brown rearward eye.
"You've got a beautiful ass," he said, after a while, running his tongue caressingly over the out-turned puckered ring of it. She wriggled encouragingly, feeling his cock stir in her mouth like a clapper in a bell. "Pity your pussy's all worn out right now," he went on. "I feel like putting it to you, hard and long and strong. Guess there's nothing for it but to fuck your ass."
Maryon froze. In all the situations she'd ever been in, she'd never lost her rear vent's virginity, gently dissuading the Johns' or Wes' who'd wanted to take it. And what was so special about this blond-ape Carver, that he should get in there? And with his great club of a cock?
"Oh, no you don't," she said, starting to swing her leg over him, but he thrust one powerful arm about the front of her thighs, pulling her back onto his other thumb which, after a moistening dip into her stirring cunt, he rammed into her rectum. Trying to fight him, she still could not prevent or put out of her mind the sensationally shocking feel of his digit as he pushed against the backside of her cervix, cracking a knuckle up under her coccyx. Using her as a lever, Carver shot himself up out from under her, dragging his hard prick from between her startled lips, and, still holding her in the crease of belly and thighs, pushed her forward. Stimulated despite herself, she heard the succulent sound as her pussy pumped lubricating moisture down the length of her vagina. Her asshole clenched and unclenched against his probing thumb, hot as an oven, burning her. The nail of a finger rubbed around the corrugations of its pouting lips.
"Oh yes I do!" he declared, and in a moment was kneeling behind her as she still continued to wink and work and suck at his thumb. Before she had begun to recover and realize what was happening, he put his left hand under her belly as she knelt and placed the other on the nape of her neck, under her golden hair. Using the moisture from her cunt and her mouth as already-applied lubricant, he thrust his broad blunt cock-head between her cheeks, slid easily between them, and impaled her.
Lifting her effortlessly off the bed with his long and powerful arms, be stepped back and began to draw her in over him like a boot on a leg. With all the moisture, still his steady thrust hurt her, and yet a sudden strange desire kept her wanting him to continue. She yelled, she laughed, she sighed loudly, she screamed, she kicked him and cursed him for a motherfucker. She yearned, she wanted, she craved, she lusted and longed for him. She sobbed from pain and pleasure. Inexorably he pulled against her belly, and his mighty bar of flesh tore into her tender asshole until she yelled again with ecstasy, feeling his cock presently reach the bone of her spine, felt it begin to rip upward, seating her more firmly, inescapably, upon the spindle of his manhood.
Pausing for a moment, he spread his muscled legs, girding himself for another cock plunge into her tender softness, and bent her down easily over his arm so that she was at right-angles to him. He let her rest her hands on the edge of the mattress, ignored her almost hysterical moans and sighs, and took his hand from her neck long enough to draw her long, slender pale legs up and around him. Maryon had no sense to deny him this, and dug her heels into his hard balls of buttocks, feeling the flexing muscles there as he strained again to pull her. This move accomplished, he again forced her head down and moved back so that her hands slipped off the bed and she fell forward, her hair hanging down in a golden river to the floor. Vainly she reached to support herself on the soft carpeting but his other arm, a bar of yellow-burnished steel, held her up so that her fingertips scrabbled uselessly a couple of inches above it. Apart from the leverage of his arm, which he now moved up so that he could seize, squeeze, fondle and caress one breast, the bulk of her weight rested on his riveting spike. As she looked back along under herself, her reversed vision showed her other breast hanging, scarlet tipped like a cherry sundae, then his broad-splayed golden hand against her pale skin, then her writhing belly, the muscles playing like chain-lightning under the skin, and then, and then, and then… the underside of that broad and hairless wet piston that just moments ago she'd so delicately toyed with in her mouth.
She shuddered, and screamed silently at the sight and shock of her passionate pain.
Obscuring a good portion of this horrifying vision was her pink-lipped pussy, pulsing wide open, the gold-dusted triangle of her dampening hair, and she was able – forced! – to see herself throbbing and sucking there on emptiness, with creamy moisture already oozing out of the slit. She went into a wild, meaningless, frenzied ululation as the great thing stuffed between the plump checks of her butt jerked and moved forward another half-inch, touching the seat of her womb, or so it seemed.
It was like being tom apart by wild horses. She had somehow expanded to fit his cock, but only just, and she was as tight around it as a rifle around a bullet.
She wanted to spend herself, yet there was an enormous, crying hollow in her cunt that yammered for the filling.
She clamped her ankles around him in an agony of frustration and at the same time he made a last stab into her. She felt his hard golden balls bang up against the searching moist lips of that gaping wound, and she clenched as though she could actually close herself about the slapping gourd-filled sack and take it in.
She squirmed herself down on him, looking through her tears back up at her humiliating hung self, crying to him wordlessly to satisfy her. But he only began to turn her this way and that like a chicken on the spit, wriggling her further down his shaft.