The top of the tunnel, causing the clitoral foreskin to work back and forth across Tammy Cunningham's little man in the boat.
And then and the sides of the tunnel. Roberta Jean Richardson, in this fashion, was stretching the muscles at the sides of Tammy's vulva in every possible direction.
Roberta Jean then worked her pinky into Tammy's pussy, along with the other three fingers.
Now the blonde had her four penetrating digits clustered together so that their tips formed the corners of a small square.
Roberta Jean hollowed her right palm. She placed the tip of her thumb precisely against the center of her palm. She moved one foot behind the other and straightened her right arm so that it was locked tight at the elbow. Roberta Jean adjusted her feet on the floor of the bedroom so that she would have perfect balance.
Roberta Jean Richardson raised her right shoulder a little bit so that she would be able to get the entire weight of her upper torso behind the seemingly impossible penetration effort. Then she began to push.
Because of her fear and pain, Tammy could feel her sense of time and space being warped severely.
She felt everything being registered by the reeling gray matter of her brain with a dreamlike quality.
A nightmare-like quality, to be more precise. Tammy Cunningham felt as if she were trapped inside a bad dream.
A horror movie.
Tammy Cunningham felt as if she were bound in the torture chamber of a cinematic villain – a masked sadist.
The recently rendered submissive redhead could feel her sense of time being all but shattered by her fear and pain.
Each second felt like a minute. Each minute felt like an hour.
Roberta Jean clenched her back teeth together hard as she began to push her whole hand against the mouth of Tammy's fuck hole.
Tammy Cunningham tried desperately to relax the muscles at the sides of her vulva so that Roberta Jean's whole hand would be able to fit inside her pussy while causing her a minimum of pain.
Tammy began to feel as if Roberta Jean were attempting something that was physically impossible – like putting a square peg in a round hole.
Tammy then felt those muscles at the sides of her pussy stretching further than they had ever stretched before. Tammy Cunningham could feel the sides of her cunt parting further than she would have thought possible.
It hurt.
It hurt like hell!
Roberta Jean watched with wide eyes as her hand disappeared inside Tammy Cunningham's greased cunt.
Tammy's pussy opened furthest of all as Roberta Jean's knuckles worked their way past the inner labia.
Tammy Cunningham's inner poontang lips were actually allowed to close a little around Roberta Jean's wrist.
Yes, Roberta Jean's entire hand had managed to push inside. Incredible – but true.
Of course, Roberta Jean's fingers were still straight inside Tammy Cunningham's greased poon tang.
She had yet to make a fist.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Roberta Jean Richardson said with a sigh.
"Owwwwwwwwww," Tammy Cunningham cried in a shrill voice.
"There, there, there, it's only my whole fucking HAND!"
"You are hurting me! You are hurting me so fucking bad!"
"You don't seem to understand. That's the whole point!"
"You are ripping me. I can feel you ripping me," Tammy screamed.
Roberta Jean looked carefully at the pussy. She didn't see any blood. Maybe she was ripping inside, Roberta Jean figured. She wouldn't know whether or not that was true until she pulled the gloved hand back out of the loud-mouthed redhead's quivering and grossly stretched quim.
A few seconds after her whole gloved hand disappeared inside Tammy's cunt, Roberta Jean began to close her fingers – and she did not stop closing her fingers until she was making a tight fist inside Tammy Cunningham's suddenly pungent poontang.
Roberta Jean could smell a rich womanly smell wafting up toward her flaring nostrils from between Tammy's forced open thighs.
Roberta Jean Richardson began to twist her fist around inside Tammy Cunningham's cunt, causing fresh tears to stream down the sides of the redhead's face.
The tears were following the tracks made by previous tears. There were lines across Tammy's face where those rivulets of despair-laded saltwater had cut through the dirt on Tammy's face, the dirt that was there because of the fight Tammy had lost inside and outside THE GOLDEN GREEK'S BAR AND GRILL AND BOWLING LANES.
Roberta Jean Richardson began to twist her fist around inside Tammy Cunningham's cunt, working her arm up and down.
From side to side.
Then Roberta Jean did something so cruel and so sadistic that the blonde Amazon woman had trouble believing it herself.
While keeping her fist clenched she pulled it all the way out of Tammy Cunningham's poontang. Sure enough, there was blood on the rubber glove. Roberta Jean then punched her fist back inside the pussy.
She pulled out.
Punched back in.
Pulled out.
Punched in.
Roberta Jean did not stop this in and out fist-fucking motion until Tammy Cunningham passed out from the pain.
CHAPTER FOUR
Sheree could feel the ache in her jaw starting to subside a little bit as she got used to having her mouth opened far enough to accommodate the bulk of Harvey's pecker.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, you suck so good, you suck so hard."
Sheree Messmer could not respond to her new lover.
Her mouth was full.
The diminutive and passionate young woman began to pump up and down on the shaft of Harvey's cock even as she sucked him.
She was sucking off and jerking off Harvey's pecker simultaneously – much to the young man's delight.
She could tell by the sounds he was making that she was not going to have to suck him for very long to make him spill his seed inside her sucking mouth.
She could hear his cries of pleasure getting steadily louder and higher in pitch. Harvey Henderson was letting out an exclamation of pleasure with each and every one of his rapid exhales.
The dark-haired and dark-complexioned woman knew why Harvey's exclamations of pleasure were rising in pitch the way they were.
She understood that the muscles in his neck were tensed.
Those tensed muscles were squeezing at his voice box – altering the product of his vocal cords. He was no longer a baritone.
Sheree Messmer had turned Harvey into a terror with her anxiously sucking mouth and her sensuously pumping fist.
The brown-eyed and libidinous little female could tell that just about every muscle in Harvey's body was tensed with his pleasure. She knew that the end was near.
The super-horny and petite twenty year old woman could feel the head of Harvey's cock getting a little bit thicker as extra blood pumped up into the already bulbous glands.
Yes, Sheree could feel Harvey's cock head getting even larger. Even more blood pumped up into his glands and still the damn thing did not explode with the internal pressure he was experiencing down there.
Sheree would not have thought it was possible unless she had felt it for herself. She could feel her jaw being forced to open even further than before to accommodate the bulk of his pecker – and Sheree probably would not have thought this was possible either unless it had actually happened to her.
"I can feel you sucking the come right up out of my balls."
The little girl pumped his cock with her fist more anxiously than before. She was squeezing his cock hard.
"I can feel my come gathering at the base of my pecker."
Harvey could feel his facial features contorting with his pleasure. His eyes were closed so tightly that his eyelids were wrinkled. Harvey Henderson's back teeth were clenched together so hard that the muscles at the sides of his face were protruding. Roberta Jean Richardson's old boyfriend could feel his usually smooth forehead becoming deeply furrowed with the tension he was experiencing. The extremely handsome yet rather slight young man could feel his libido taking control of his willpower. The well-hung and sexually attractive young stud boy tried to think about other things so that he could delay his orgasm. Sheree Messmer's brand new lover tried to think about other things so that he could prolong his pleasure.