Still continuing to squeeze the prick rhythmically with one hand, she slipped the other inside Carl's fly and began to caress his huge balls, toying with first one, then the other. Beside her, Carl shuddered, then began to suck her anus violently, probing at the opening with the tip of his hard tongue. Sharon relaxed the sphincter muscle, and felt his tongue slide into her rectum.
As his tongue inched upward inside her, an idea came to her, and she contracted the sphincter again, squeezing Carl's tongue with it. Then she relaxed the muscle again, only to squeeze once more, harder than before. She kept it up for almost a minute, wondering why she'd never thought to do it before. She was literally sucking Carl's tongue with her anus, and the sensation was so new and exciting that she could scarcely lie still. Having both her mouth and rectum so completely filled with hot, hard meat was almost too wonderful to be borne.
She was sucking harder than ever now, forcing the head of the prick down her throat, trying to get even more of the shaft into her mouth.
She felt that certain warm feeling begin to well up deep inside her, and she knew that she was going to cum at any second. The knowledge made her suck even more greedily, because she wanted Carl to cum at the same time she did. To help speed his orgasm, she clenched his shaft with both hands again and began to run them back and forth the entire length of it, squeezing as hard as she could, bobbing her head on the knob faster and faster.
Then Carl's prick began to spasm, and she knew his climax was only seconds away. Suddenly he began to thrash about, almost dislodging his prick from her mouth, and she quickly threw an arm around his hips to prevent such an unthinkable thing from happening.
"Son of a bitch!" Carl yelled, and began to cum.
Sharon waited with open throat. She had set herself for what she knew would have to be a fantastic discharge, and she shivered excitedly, anticipating it. But never in her wildest dreams had she imagined anything like the enormous load that now splashed into her mouth and slid, thick and hot, down her throat.
And no sooner had she choked down the first load, than there was a second, even more copious than the first.
She had learned her lesson from the first load, and now she drank the second as it came, swallowing rapidly, enjoying every salty, scalding drop of it, wishing it would keep gushing into her mouth forever.
After the second incredible discharge, there were half a dozen much smaller ones, each a little less copious than the one before and following it at a longer interval.
And during it all, Sharon came and came and came… She came until she reached the point where she could stand no more. She reached down and pushed Carl's head from between her legs, then pressed her knees tightly together to prevent him from trying to suck her again.
But she didn't stop sucking his cock for a second. She sucked until she was certain there wasn't another drop of cum left in his balls. Carl had rolled over on his back now, and was making incoherent sounds of pleasure and satiation. His cock had begun to shrink and grow soft again, and Sharon found she was able to get five or six inches into her mouth with every forward thrust of her head.
"You – you'd better stop," Carl gasped a few moments later. "I just can't take any more."
You're in for a surprise, Sharon thought to herself as she continued to suck. If you think I've had enough of this gorgeous thing, you're very much mistaken.
He put his hand down to push her head away, but she held on stubbornly, sucking harder.
She sucked for another two minutes – three full, hard thrusts a second, meanwhile frigging the shaft rapidly with her hand.
And at last the shaft began to stiffen, and the glans began to swell up inside her mouth again.
And still she sucked – until Carl's cock began to vibrate against her teeth. If anything, she decided, it was even bigger and harder than it had been just before he started cuming.
It was only then that she disengaged the monstrous member from her mouth and lay her cheek against Carl's thigh to rest for a moment. But she continued to frig him with her hand, letting the ball of her thumb drift across the seeping eye of his cock-head now and then, noting with delight that the clear but sticky trickle had become constant and was slowly increasing in quantity. She was tempted to taste it again, but she feared it might compete with, and therefore detract from, the thick, rich taste of the cum that lined the membranes of her mouth and throat.
"I want to be fucked, Carl," she said, getting to her knees but continuing to frig him with her hand.
Carl was lying with his eyes shut, shielding them with his forearm. He groaned.
"Did you hear me?" she said.
"My God, Sharon," he said weakly. "You sucked out my soul and everything else. I couldn't do it. I can't even move, for God's sake."
"You've got to fuck me, Carl. Right now. That's why I sucked you hard again."
"I know, but I…"
"Please, Carl. I've just got to be fucked."
He sighed. "When you can't, you can't. I want to, you understand. I just can't."
"You've got to, I tell you. I've just got to have it."
"Oh, Lord," he said softly. "All right, then. But listen. You'll have to do it. You'll have to get on top."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't just want to fuck. I want to be fucked. I want to have it done to me, not do it to you."
"What's the difference?"
"I don't know. It's just the way I am, that's all."
She was still frigging his prick; now she lengthened her stroke and squeezed harder. "Please, Carl. Do it to me the way I like. I want to feel submissive, you see. Otherwise, there's no pleasure in it for me."
"Submissive! You? After the way you…"
"I know. But being fucked is different. I like to feel like I'm – well, like I'm being raped."
"What!"
He looked so shocked that she couldn't repress a smile. "I'm just a very girl-type girl," she said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I enjoy being violated a hundred times more than I enjoy being fucked willingly," she said. "Even if I have to pretend I'm being violated."
He stared at her a long moment, then shook his head slowly. "Women," he said. "Who the hell can understand them?"
"Why bother?" she said. She released his prick and rolled over on her back. "Rape me, Carl," she said as she spread her legs. "Hurry. Be rough, baby."
He hesitated for a moment, then rose to his knees and moved over between her legs.
It was going to hurt, she knew as she reached down to guide the head of his cock to the lips of her cunt. A huge prick like that was going to stretch her pussy more than it had ever been stretched before; it might even cause the delicate membrane to tear. But she had to have it – have all of it, or at least as much of it as she could possibly get inside her. And whatever happened to her pussy would be worth it.
"Shove it in me, baby!" she gasped as she felt his cockhead pushing past her inner labia. "Ram it all the way up my cunt and fuck the hell out of me!"
And yet, when the enormous hard knob began to press against the mouth of her tiny cunt, she felt something close to panic. She was built too small for such a monstrous cock; she must have been mad, to plead for it the way she had. It was going to be too much for her. It was going to split her apart.
The head was crushing against the mouth of her cunt bruisingly, insistently. She felt her juice gushing down to meet it, seeping past it, flowing down across her perineum and her anus and dampening the rug beneath her hips.
"I can't get it in," Carl said, relief in his voice. "We'll have to forget it, Sharon."