Jonas lost his mind with the excruciatingly thrilling sensations that tore through him as a result of his boldly ambitious and terrible violation. He tried to fuck into her deeper, as if he wanted to seed himself throughout her entire body.
But his thrusts only increased the unbearable ecstasy for both of them. His coronal ridge had lodged behind the inner edge of her violated opening, and would not back out. When he pushed forward, it made additional frictional sensations for them to endure.
His dog-pecker was hung up in the virginal womb of the blonde bitch, and they were growing steadily weaker from the abnormal demands placed on their glands and nervous systems.
Pal gave a groan and passed out cold, falling forward on the bed. It stretched Jonas and started to create an agonizing pain at this pointy glans. Then Pal's spasmed muscle tension relaxed, and he was wonderfully free!
He pulled out of her, exposing his horribly battered cylinder, and fell on the bed beside her. As the bruised tip of his hose fell limply against his thigh, the resulting pain made him grunt. He carefully slipped a hand under the wounded worm and lifted it up so he could assess the damage.
The pointed head had sustained the brunt of the battle's effects. It was still swollen, and the coronal ridge was bright with the redness of raw flesh. Tiny papillary bumps showed here and there over the chafed surface, and the ridge of the crown was covered with them.
A pearly smear around the tiny hole led to its center, where a late-arriving drop of his sticky seed was gathering into a tiny ball.
Just then, Pal regained consciousness and sat up, bracing herself on her elbows, then turned over to look at Jonas. Her eyes fell on the deceivingly laughable machine which lay in his palm. It magnetized her, as she felt the need to see this wizard-worm which had so thoroughly devastated her. She crawled over to take a close look at it. This time, she was not diverted by revulsions and the effort of hiding them.
Like a charmed bird, she drew nearer the snake which had her in its spell, then reached out a hand and gently stroked the long, soft cylinder, stopping short of the rawness at the sharp cone.
"It fucked its little head right into my baby-maker!" she said, in an astonished voice. To Jonas, it sounded as if she were talking partly to herself, and partly to the object of her admiration. So often had it been the object of ridicule, that he felt a grateful pleasure at the warmth it had induced in his lovely blonde victim.
"It worked so hard, it hurt its little self," she crooned, then leaned down and kissed the pointy tip. Her tongue licked at the pearly drop, and she drew it into her mouth.
As she raised herself up, the congealing fluid spun into a long thread of silvery white, making a swinging cable between her mouth and the one-eyed worm.
She slurped at it as her head lowered again, sucking it all in as she reached the source.
It was too much for Jonas. Even after the ordeal he had been through, this tender appreciation of his long-slandered equipment stirred him to renewed lust.
It pulsed under Pal's lips and hardened rapidly into full bloom. This time she could really appreciate its unmatchable length. The diameter had increased a little, but the main change in appearance, caused mostly by its hard slimness, was the look it now had of being able to go where no other cock could reach.
Pal was ready to testify to that! It gave her a new series of icy little bumps all over her skin, to think of the way it had snaked around in her to curve into her uterus.
"Oh, God!" Jonas groaned. "It's so hard, it hurts! Suck it dry, Pal, and make it go down!"
She touched the sharp cone with her lips, then sucked it into her mouth with a "thupp!" and let it slide over her tongue until it tickled her throat. Jonas groaned more loudly at the wet, slick warmth of her mouth as it enclosed him.
Then she moved her head in careful strokes, and the meaty tube fucked in and out of her mouth, pulling her lips into a pucker as it came out, then shoving the ripe red fleshy donut almost into hiding as it plunged back inside.
When Jonas could tell that this was going to take a while, due to his recent copious discharge of fluid, he stopped her.
"Let's try something else," he said. "Get back on your hands and knees."
She let the hard meat slurp out past her lips, giving it an extra farewell suck as the tip went by, then rolled over to present her lovely buttocks once more.
He got up and stood by the bed, his papa of all puppy-peckers waving hurtfully in front of him. The sight of her juicy round cheeks and the perfectly tapered crack that separated them gave him another aching surge in the guts.
Unable to resist the urge, he bent down and licked with hungry tongue up the length of the gorgeous cleft, then back down, until he felt with the searching tip of his tongue that tight little rosebud of flesh that nestled in the center.
She squealed as he forced his tongue into the pink wrinkles of her anus, and twittered it about expertly.
"Ooh-h-h! Dr. Jonas! I'm too sensitive there! I'll come all over the bed!" she cried.
He removed his tongue, making a final lusty lick up through the satin-smooth walls of the snug canyon. He chuckled happily as he repositioned himself with his knees on the bed.
Then he reached for her dripping, hairy crotch, and gathered a handful of the messy juices from her slippery cunt. The generous flow of her passion and the tremendous load he had pumped into her, kept oozing out in a slimy flow, and he employed it to make a smeary goop through the crack of her ass, and plunged his finger into her outraged anus time and again, goosing the slurpy mess well into her for lubrication.
Her cries of protest were ignored, and no matter how tight she squeezed her little asshole shut, he forced his greasing finger in each time, until he was satisfied.
By the time he was ready, the lusty anticipation had his pointy pecker pulsing with aching misery. He placed the sharp tip at the middle of her crack, spread her ripe, sweet cheeks with his hands, and guided the rubbery head into the wrinkled little pink donut-hole.
The quivering cone throbbed on into the center as he pushed, swelling the tense little annular muscles and making her gasp.
"Oh! No! That's too little for you! You're hurting me! Please! Fuck me in my pussy again! Please don't do that."
He chortled in glee at her dismay, and thrust more deeply into her rear. His dog-prick carried the puckery pinkness of her exit part of the way inside as it plowed on into the depths, making her squeal with the unnatural fullness.
Then he reached the end. His long hose was curved up into her rectum and the rubbery cone was lodged in her bowels.
He began to fuck into her with long, gut-piercing strokes. Each thrust carried the round pink rosebud inside, and each withdrawal pulled it back outside, turning the little thing almost inside out, and showing the extra blossoming of her pink meat as part of her rectal tissue was drawn out with the movement.
He slipped a hand around under her belly and moved his fingers to caress her horny little clitoris and plunge into her well-fucked cunt.
When his finger was as deep in her passage as he could get it, he could feel the thinness of the wall which divided that slippery tunnel from the one he was invading at her rear.
Pal was swiftly caught up in the wild sensations of being fucked from both sides at once, and her bowels began to grasp eagerly at him as he tore into her and withdrew.
Her lusty cunt-muscles tightened on his finger as he probed the slimy passage, and her juices flowed almost as heavily as before.
"Yes," she cried. "Fuck me deep! Oh, God! That hurts good!"
He plunged into her steadily, slapping his hairy balls into her now sweaty crack, and digging wildly in massaging circles with his cunt-captured middle finger.