"Suck it! I didn't say anything about licking it. And," he added, more softly, more menacingly, "don't even think about biting it."
She opened her mouth and plunged it down on his tool, forcing it deep into her throat, feeling it expand to take in the incredible girth of his prick. Then the one thing she didn't want to happen happened.
She gagged.
"Jesus!" he complained loudly, "I could get a better blow job from a sixth-grader."
With that he jerked his cock from her frantic mouth.
"Now roll over," he commanded.
"Oh, no," she groaned, suddenly fearing that he was going to fuck her in the as.
It would kill her!
"Don't worry," he said, reading her mind, "it's not that."
All he was going to do was fuck her from the mar, because he knew that was the way to get maximum penetration into her pussy.
"Now open up," he said, taking her hands and making her use them to pull apart her fleshy ass cheeks.
"Don't hurt me!" she pleaded.
"Shut up."
Then he took his cock in his hands and placed it at the entrance of her cunt. Then, reaching beneath her and grabbing one pendulous tit with each hand, he rammed his cock home.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" she screamed.
"Shut up."
He could feel the muscles inside her cunt straining to open enough to let him all the way in. As it was, he was easily three quarters of the way in. Another thrust would do it nicely.
He pushed.
"Aagggghhhh!" she screamed again, and again. Then he just stayed where he was, luxuriating in the tight fit of her pussy around his cock.
Sybil was in a daze. It felt like he had rammed his leg up her cunt. She couldn't believe what was happening.
But there was something else as well.
She had taken all he could give her.
The worst was over.
And she was beginning to enjoy it.
Slowly he pulled his cock out until it was almost free of the clinging grasp of her cunt.
Then he rammed it home again.
This time she didn't cry out. She didn't do anything except thrust back against his prick to let him know that she could take whatever he could give her. In fact, the truth of the matter was that she was beginning to actually like it.
What a cock!
He began to fuck her in earnest now, smashing his cock into her tight cunt while he plays with her tits, feeling them bounce and wiggle beneath her. There was something immensely satisfying in all this, something almost primal in it all. … that was it.
He actually had to fight back an impulse to grab her hair and pull her head back while he banged her cunt.
But she we responding in earnest now, rotating her hips, smashing her dripping cunt back against his tree trunk.
They forgot about their hostility a their passion consumed them. There was no time or inclination now to do anything other than focus on the sensations that were overcoming each of them.
It was fantastic.
"Fuck me… fuck me hard, you bastard… fuck my cunt!"
He responded by slamming into her with every ounce of energy he possessed, mashing her ass-cheeks with each thrust, crashing through the deepest walls of her cunt.
It wouldn't last long now.
Any second…
Suddenly he felt it, a hot rush coming from deep inside his loins. He grabbed her asscheeks, bracing himself for the explosion.
It happened.
"Aaagghhhhh!" she gasped as his cock seemed to take off inside her, shooting her cunt full of his hot, driving cum.
Again and again he poured his load into her, making her cunt into a dripping, melting pot of cum.
But she didn't come.
Which was as it should be, as far as he was concerned. And she didn't mind either, feeling that it was enough that she had survived this encounter.
Finally he was spent, and he pulled his shrinking cock out of her cunt, watching the cum rim out of her lips in little rivulets of hot jism.
She collapsed on the bed.
He smiled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Now you just sit back and relax, and let me take care of you. All right?" Sue Ellen purred, aware that Merril was having to fight down a predictable attack of nervousness.
"Sue Ellen?"
"What?"
"Them's something I ought to tell you."
"No, there isn't honey. Not unless you want to."
"All right, then. I want to."
"Go ahead."
Merril took a deep breath. They were both reclining on the bed. Sue Ellen was on her side and a little bit above her, big tits hanging down practically in Merril's face.
"Well, I've never had an orgasm."
Sue Ellen smiled. "Is that all? Shit, honey, that's no problem. You just sit back and let me take care of you. I guarantee you'll come just fine by the time I'm finished with you. Just fine."
Merril smiled and leaned back on the bed. It felt good to tell Sue Ellen that, even if it was a bit embarrassing. All right, she would relax, just like Sue Ellen said.
There was nothing to lose.
Sue Ellen began by gently massaging the warm oil into every inch of Merril's body. Merril closed her eyes, trying to relax every muscle of her body, and surprising herself by succeeding to a large degree.
As Sue Ellen's fingers worked the oil into her tits, Merril could feel her nipples getting hard.
She opened her eyes.
Sue Ellen seemed to be totally absorbed in the sight of her hands squeezing and rubbing the slippery liquid into Merril's soft, squishy tits.
But Merril was taken with something else.
As her hands and arms moved. Sue Ellen's huge tits bounced and swayed just a few inches above Merril's mouth. Just the sight of them dangling there was enough to cause Merril's cunt to tingle, and she began to think about what it would be like to have those luscious tits inside her mouth.
Or at least the nipples; that was about all that would fit.
Then Sue Ellen began to work her way farther down, causing Merril to once again close her eyes and concentrate on the sensations.
Her hands were on her stomach now, rubbing and pushing, kneading the flesh and working ever closer to the throbbing center of Merril's sexual excitement. Already Merril could feel honey beginning to drip out of her cunt, wetting the inside of her thighs.
She wanted to tell Sue Ellen to hurry, but she knew better. Sue Ellen was the teacher; that much had been made clear earlier on.
So Merril waited.
Much to her surprise, Sue Ellen bypassed her cunt, instead she worked her way down Merril's legs, covering them with the oil, rubbing it into the slim calves and ankles, making Merril practically go crazy with the desire that was mounting within her.
"Ohhhhhhh… please… my cunt… it's on fire…" she moaned, practically begging Sue Ellen to take care of her.
"Patience, darling, patience," Sue Ellen cooed knowing that the longer she made Merril wait, the better it would be when she finally descended on her warm pussy.
Not that she wasn't hi a hurry herself; the sight of such a slim perfectly-composed body beneath her was enough in itself to drive Sue Ellen mad with desire, but that didn't matter so much right now.
Nothing mattered except making Merril come. Sue Ellen prided herself on her abilities, and Merril was a real challenge.
Of course, she reminded herself. She did have some help waiting for her in her pocketbook. But we now the right time to call on it?
Yes.
"Now you just wait right here for a minute and I'll be right beck, you hear?"
Merril opened her eyes.
What the hell was this? Merril saw Sue Ellen padding lightly across the carpeted floor toward her pocketbook.
Oh well.
Might as well relax. Or at least try to relax. Her cunt we too excited for her to have much success at it.
She closed her eyes.
The next thing skews aware of we a low hum, not readily identifiable, but coming from down at end of the bed where Sue Ellen was seated with her back to Merril.