"Shit!" she hollered. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Fuck, shit! Fuck and shit! It's just too fucking much, darling. Jack, darling, look at it."
Because he held her loose in his arms, in his hands, he could indeed look down between their two bodies and see where his thick flesh trunk drilled in and out of her heaving pelvis. He could see how shiny his cock was with her snail-track clit juice, how bony that muscle was from excitement, and how spread out her twat lips were because he was so thick and jumbo sized in the crotch. He gave her all of his boner down the throat of her cunt.
"Mmmm, I love it," she whispered, climbing up the length of his rod. Soon all of it was in her, all of that meaty hog hard-on was buried in her pussy flesh, and there was no escaping him. She was going to be fucked so hard that she would be able to taste it in her throat.
"Kiss me," said the man. "Come close and give me your tongue." She climbed up his torso and gave him her tongue. She gave him all of her tongue, enough that he could get his mouth full of it. He swallowed on it, and she even feared that he would choke her to death, pull her tongue right out of the place where it was attached – that was how hard he ate her mouth muscle. He gave her back some of his own, Frenched her in the face, and he worked with his hands, at the same time, massaging her smooth little ass cheeks, working out with his chest against her voluptuous boobies. Her nipples were sprung like spring cherries, and her titties were mammoth, swollen with desire, ready for eating and licking and slopping. He went sliding down to them – when he had finished kissing her in the mouth – and he licked off her chest for a while.
All the time that the man worked out in his oral style on her body, Sharon continued to rock her hips back and forth, from side to side, on his massive pecker. It was like a wooden peg in her twat, something for her to work out with, something that would nail her down, tack her to whatever was behind her, make her cum…
She rolled up and down on the thick peg. She worked with it in her vagina and prayed that she would cum… and slowly but surely she realized that she wasn't in the arms of some fantastic lover, that she had no peg like phallus pushing up into her pussy, and that in fact she was enjoying the thrill of an automatic dildo, a twisting, gyrating, screwing egg-beating electric cock, wielded by her black friend Angela, that the dildo was sliding up and down in her pussy.
"Oh, God," she moaned out loud. "Jesus fucking God! I don't know what's happening. Please. What the fuck is going on?" She begged Angela to stop fucking her with the dildo.
"Now, now," said Angela, "you just take it easy, little darling. We have to get you good and hot and then you'll be alright. You understand? You just have to get a little hotter and you'll be fine." Angela had the sliding eggbeater up against Sharon's hot clitoris. The little muscle was getting quite a slippery work-out, and, in fact, Sharon had probably not been so high in a good long while. She was, in fact, very confused. She couldn't just then tell the difference between her fantasy world and the real world, but she did know one thing for sure: she was getting awfully horny everywhere in her body!
Sharon spread her legs wide. This way she could get the maximum benefit from the machine. She lifted her knees and pulled a pillow under her smooth rear end. She supported her twat at just the right angle for a proper rubbing. "Mmmm, good," she told Angela, "keep it coming and I'll be doing the same…"
Her mind drifted. She conjured up the image of herself and some strange older man. They were alone on a beach. The man was probably in his late forties. She, of course – young Sharon Pettibone was still only fifteen. She was naked, as was the man. She spread her legs wide and put her hands on her hips.
"Well, Mr. Big," she said, nodding at his muscle, at his organ. "Are you going to put that piece of sausage in my twat or what?" She reared back in laughter and showed off her clean white choppers. They looked sharp and ready for meat-eating. Mr. Big came forward and slapped her across the face so hard that her laughing, bobbing head shook with the jolt like an earthquake had hit it. "Ugh, you brute," she moaned. She went teetering down onto the sand below.
Mr. Big climbed on. He filled her breach with cock meat. The luscious slot spread wide and his big rooty muscle went jamming down into her body. He gave her the head of his cock, the thick shaft, the wide, muscular base. It was all hers, all hers to climb and cum on. She was on her way to fuck-stick heaven, up the orgasm ladder. "Mmmm, good," she moaned, impaled on the fuck rod as she was. "I love it." She squirmed like a bait worm on a hook. Her smooth golden thighs spread out and soft supple flesh rippled as Mr. Big's big boner bounced in and out of the luscious wet breach. "I love it," he said softly in her ear. "I love to screw nice young virgin meat. You got plenty of that for me, eh? Plenty of nice young virgin pussy meat to wrap around my big cock muscle, right little one? Just enough twat hole to make Charley Big feel nice and good, eh? Ha, ha, ha." He drilled down deep and filled her nice fleshy hole with all the cock hard-on he could possibly give her. It was a long slide for the two of them, especially so for young Sharon Pettibone because Mr. Big's muscle was more than nine inches long.
When she came back to reality again, Sharon saw that Angela was fisting the plastic boner faster and faster in and out of her pussy hole. "You better slow down a little," suggested Sharon, "or you're going to wipe me out with that thing. Got to save some of this for later, you know."
"Sure," said Angela, pulling the tool out of Sharon's twat. "Why don't you show me the backside and I'll give you a little tickle there?"
"Good thinking," said Sharon, and she rolled over onto her hands and knees. "Will that thing fit?"
"You just wait and see," said Angela. The black girl lifted the big plastic organ up to her lips. She sucked off the tip of it and wet down the shaft. What wasn't coated with clit ooze from the previous rubbing in Sharon's sassy twat hole was now covered with saliva. Angela located the tip of the twirling dildo at the tapered entrance to Sharon's sphincter tube. "Just want to make sure I have the exactly right angle, darling one. You ready?"
"Ready when you are," said Sharon. She waved her little cheeks in preparation for the slide about to take place in her ass hole. "Come on into me."
Angela shoved forward. She pushed the hot twisting dildo into Sharon's anus. Filling the track with mechanical cock worked wonders on young Sharon Pettibone's neat rump. The flesh appeared pinker, hotter, wetter. The ass cheeks appeared to fold open, like a can of sardines. There was an oily sheen, as with sardines, too, and her smooth globes appeared to be sweating as they swayed up and down in rhythm with the pounding mechanical joint.
"Oh, God, fuck!" cried Sharon in total passion. "I just can't… fuck!"
"Of course you can fuck, dear one," said young black Angela. "Just concentrate." She stabbed in another four inches. She rammed the big hard joint machine all the way down the rump throat. She filled the back canal with the mechanical cannon. "Nowhere to go?" queried young Angela. "No more room in there for hot pecker? I don't believe it." She stood up on her feet and straddled the area behind young Sharon Pettibone's ass. With one hand holding the machine, Angela used the other to spread out the teenager's ass flesh. She pried the two buttocks back and open. She worked the big ham-hock dildo up and down and right and left. She wormed it around, like a man working a lever which turns some terrifically large oil drill. Angela worked the hot dildo in and out of her friend's ass-hole until Sharon began to cry with delight? "I'm getting so fucking hot, darling. I'm getting so unbearably hot and lusty and… ooooh, fuuuuccckkk! Fuck me over, man. Fuck! Shit! Piss! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"