All the teasing and tantalizing she had endured from her friends suddenly had its effect on her. The mere thought of constant fucking without letup had brought her to the point where it would all pay off.
Francie felt her orgasm swoop down on her. It erupted through her, bunting into every nerve center. She rocked uncontrollably from one side to the other as her ass bounced high off the bed, her locked thighs pulling the imprisoned head of Joe Barcone with them. Spasmodically, she leaped high into the air again and again, crashing down to the bed over and over. But even as her legs released their grip, Francine still felt only partially fulfilled.
Joe finally withdrew his head. Gasping for air, he looked up at her and smiled.
Francie's mind was in an incoherent state. Lying there, all she could say was, "Oh God, oh God, oh God," over and over again.
Then she snapped out of her stupor, and staring at Joe, parted her thighs and begged, "Again."
"Relax," he assured her. "There's lots more. And we have all night to do it in."
"I loved every bit of it. Tell me, do men like sucking women?"
"This man does. We also like being sucked."
"I'm tempted," she told him, letting a hand rub between his thighs against his enlarged cock. "But… I don't know."
"Take your time. You'll do it when you're ready."
"I will. I swear I will."
"There are lots of things we can do," Joe said.
"Show all of them to me," Francie begged.
"First, a small period of foreplay."
"The hell with that, I'm burning."
Joe raised Francie's hips and pushed a pillow under her. Satisfied it was properly placed, he let her bring her ass down. Then he swung his body over hers, hovering over her, letting his thick and powerful cock smack against her thighs as he moved it toward the yearning center of her passion. As if drawn by a magnet his cock found the flooded entrance to her cunt. Slowly it moved toward her, and Francie, who had been staring at his face rather than into the mirrors, suddenly felt the enormity of the cock as it began easing its way into her pussy.
"God Almighty!" she exclaimed. "I'll never hold the whole thing!"
"Don't worry your lovely head about it," he told her. "You'll hold all you'll need. Hell! You must have seen some other cocks."
"But not any as thick! It feels like a log!"
"Well, let's see how much you can hold."
"Oh Lord, that feels so… abhhh… good!"
Slowly he continued sliding his ponderous prick into her tender, moist cunt, his entrance made easier by the mixture of both their lubricants and tremendous quantities of his saliva. Inch by heated inch he powered his cock into her greedy pussy, until he found a minor miracle had occurred. He was all the way in.
"Wow!" was the only thing he could say.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Watch."
With Francie still flat on her back, her gaping cunt gripping the full length of his monstrous cock, Joe changed from a kneeling position to a squatting one. Curling both arms beneath her armpits, he had her clasp her hands behind his neck.
"Now comes the hard part," he informed her.
"It'll put a little strain on your muscles."
"My muscles can stand strain," she told him.
He made her draw her knees back to her chest and cross them behind him, then caught her knees under his armpits until her right foot touched his right hip and her left foot touched his left hip. The position permitted even deeper penetration, and Francie was able to handle it.
"Now shut up and drive," he told her, plunging his dick forward.
All his weight was concentrated on the balls of his feet and he wondered if the mattress would hold up. The crossing of Francie's legs behind his back had locked him into her cunt more tightly than any grip his seething cock had ever experienced. If the bed broke, they'd hit the floor together.
He shifted his position slightly, easing the heavy pressure on the base of his buried cock. It was a new feeling for Joe, who had never before found a cunt so exquisitely tight and squeezing. Now he wondered if he'd be able to maintain mental control over his body this way. Then he began his movement, withdrawing his powerful cock halfway, then gently plunging it back in. Her cunt hungrily ate up his thrusting cock, the fire in its center yearning to barbecue the intruding shaft.
Joe knew the value of long, slow thrusts as opposed to short, machine-gun plunges. He crammed his swollen prick in to the deepest part of her blazing cunt, pushing until his hairs tangled with hers, then pulling back slowly, letting the cock ride out until its head tickled the rim of Francie's inner cuntlips, then once, more slowly easing it in.
Joe could feel the greedy sucking of her pussylips, trying to yank him even deeper. Francie's teeth sank into her lower lip as her hands gripped his neck all the more tightly. A haze covered her eyes, and the feeling she'd had when his tongue had slithered into her cunt began rising again. Then, suddenly, she came.
Joe felt the muscles of her cunt contract each time she climaxed, spasming gloriously as her body attempted to move. When he felt she was at the height of her orgasm, he rammed his unbending cock into her as deeply as he could, and there, deep inside her cunt, he churned himself back and forth speedily. He felt her convulsing cuntlips squeeze the base of his prick, and then mentally unshackled himself, detonating his cum into her depths.
His hot jism thundered into her, spilling into every corner of her cunt, inundating her womb. Uncontrollably he triggered one blast after another into her seething box with undiminished power.
Finally, his cock ceased firing.
Without a word, Joe continued moving his flaming cock in Francie's cunt, and his pole began to stiffen even before it had had the opportunity to shrink. His hips began to churn even more violently, knowing he could ram his rampant cock in to the hilt without worrying about harming her. And ram it in he did, plunging it back and forth with lengthy, swift strokes, the jism in her quivering cunt making the way easier.
Francie, far all the cramps in her hips, responded by wiggling her ass, feeling yet another climax about to overtake the one she had been enjoying. She could actually feel his cock as it swelled, and as her orgasm built, she knew they would come off together. And they did, colliding with one another and smashing into tiny fragments that drifted to earth together.
Francie was in heaven. She had no idea anything could be this good. Oh God! He was unbelievably fantastic. She whispered to him, begging for more, but before be could reply her mouth once again came down on his, her lips crushing his as her tongue washed through his mouth again, using his own techniques on him.
"Take it easy," he warned, finally pulling his mouth from hers. "This is all new to you. You'll burn yourself out too quickly."
"Can I stay tonight?" she begged. "Please, can I stay tonight?"
"If it's all right with Margaret it's fine with me."
"D'you think she'd let me curl up in bed with the two of you?"
"Hell, she's your sister. You know her better than anyone."
"Joe, Joe, you're so great."
"You're pretty terrific yourself, kid. But don't use it all up at once. Hey look, Margaret said she would be a little late tonight. How about you making some supper for all of us?"
"Okay. I'll call Mom and let her know I'm spending the night here. This way she'll know I'm safe."
But before Francie could get to the phone, it rang. Joe picked it up.
"Hello."
"Barcone, this is Hal Burke. We have problems." Burke was Barcone's lawyer.
"What's the big problem, Burke?"
"You know that big shopping center you were designing for Myrna Fraden?"
Joe damned well knew the shopping center. He had slaved over the design for months, and only after convincing Myrna Fraden it was a good investment for her daughter, Shari. Shari was a pretty, empty-headed little thing who knew nothing about money except how to spend it. Myrna, a wealthy widow, wanting to make certain her daughter always had a large, spendable income. Much of the money was set aside for Shari in trust accounts. But Barcone, after fucking the ass off Myrna Fraden, convinced her to invest in a good commercial shopping center with a gigantic supermarket and a department store, among other things. And Myrna, completely under the spell of his cock, had finally agreed. The papers had been drawn up and signed, and though Myrna could not back out legally, she could put up one helluva fight and cause the thing to be delayed a good five years.