"Ooooh, that feels good," she said, as the tip of his cock pushed its way into her narrow hole.
"There's a lot more where that came from," promised Hank, as he started to work his prick into her tight, hot tunnel. She gasped and closed her eyes; his rod felt as big as a baseball bat trying to fill up her pussy.
Hank had never felt a snatch as tight as Mary Anne's. It felt like a glove two sizes too small little drops of perspiration beaded up on his forehead as he tried to ram his cock further into her cunt without hurting her. "Take it easy, Mary Anne, take it easy. Breathe deep, honey, and try to open up your muscles. You're tighter'n a pair of new-washed jeans."
Mary Anne's lush breasts heaved as she tried to help him spear her. Her rounded hips bounced up and down on the bed with her effort, but still his cock was only an inch or two into her snatch.
"Hold on a second, sweetie," Hank said, pulling out of her again. He reached a finger into her cunt and smeared her warm love juices over his massive tool.
This time it was easier; and his pecker slid into her about half way before her stubborn pussy seemed to clamp down on it again. He tried to work it further down, but it wouldn't budge. She was so fuckin' tight!
"Hold on, baby," he warned her. "If you want it, you gotta push up with all your might while I push down, okay?"
Mary Anne nodded wordlessly, her eyes as big as saucers as she looked at the six or seven inches of cock that still had to be jammed up her bursting cunt. She swallowed hard and tried to relax.
"Here goes!" yelled Hank, thrusting forward with all his might.
"Eeeeeeeek," she shrieked as his enormous prick rammed its way into her narrow cunt. She screamed again as be drove relentlessly don further into her pussy, till at last she had taken in every inch of his monstrous tool. She lay panting beneath him, her long legs convulsively twined around his shoulders, her breasts heaving up and down, the nipples bobbing like tiny cherries on top of a big scoop of french vanilla ice cream.
"There we go, Mary Anne. That's a good girl, baby. You took my big old prick like a pro. Now we can have some fun," promised Hank as he started to move cautiously inside her.
Once her cunt had stretched far enough to accommodate his overgrown tool he found the going a bit easier, and Mary Anne seemed to come back to life, once more thrusting her snatch up at him and urging him to push even deeper into its sweet warm depths.
"Fuck me, fuck me good, Hank, I ain't never had it this good before," she cried, thrusting up at him.
"I'll fuck you good, you little bitch! The both of you! Look at you like a couple of she-bitches in heat. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, you little cunts!" bellowed the man standing inside the door of number eighteen.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"Daddy!" screamed Mary Anne, twisting her head to look at him in utter disbelief.
"Pa!" cried Maybella. "What the hell you doin' here? You got no cause to fallow us," said Maybella, looking up and letting Steve's pecker fall out of her mouth as she turned and stared at the big, burly man who was filling up the doorway.
"Thought I didn't notice this here key gone, did you? Your daddy ain't all that dumb. I oughta blow your balls off, the both of you," he said threateningly, brandishing the gleaming rifle no one had noticed till now.
"Now wait a minute, there, Mister… ah…"
"Porter. Al Porter," he replied automatically.
Four heads turned to look at Doris, who was leaning against the bathroom door, looking much calmer than she felt.
"We're just havin' a little fun," she said sweetly. "Now you don't have nothing against a little fun now and again, do you? Big man like you, you look like you've had your share of it." Doris gazed at him, trying to look wide-eyed and ingenuous. She let the hand she'd draped across her pussy slide sideways just far enough for him to see the beginnings of the slit between her legs. He was big, looked like an ex-jock or something. Those big, hairy forearms looked powerful enough to dispatch them all without having to once raise the gun at his side. Doris shivered thinking about those arms.
"I reckon I have," he replied suspiciously. Despite the surly lone of voice he eyed Doris with renewed interest. She felt her heart start to pound as he stared unwaveringly at the thatch of curly hair between her legs. The growing bulge in his pants told Doris that she was having the effect she'd hoped to have on him.
"How about having some fun right now?" she purred softly, letting her eyes rest finally on the little mountain his swelling cock was creating in his dirt colored work pants.
He looked round the room at Maybella, who was still kneeling in front of Steve, but now had her back to him and was facing her pa, and at Mary Anne, whose legs were still wrapped around Hank's shoulders. His eyes went to Hank's prick crammed up Mary Anne's young cunt, and he felt a quick tightening in his balls. What the hell, why not? Not like he was going to do something the girls had never seen before.
"Come here, honey. What's your name?" he said finally, crooking a finger at Doris, who walked slowly across the room, teasing him by demurely covering her thatch with one hand till she was standing by his side. He carelessly tossed the rifle into the corner as he unbuckled his belt.
"Name is Doris, big boy. Let's see what you've got to play with," she said in reply, reaching down and casually unzipping his fly. She drew out a hardening prick that was already thicker than Steve's, though not nearly as long as Hank's. She looked at it approvingly, liking the heavy feel of it in her hands.
"You're hung just like I like 'em, big boy," she crooned, stroking his deep red, heavily veined pecker with the tips of her fingers. He shuddered convulsively, and reached out to fondle one of her small breasts.
"So are you, Doris baby, so are you. I like your tits. Ain't got no use for them big floppy ones that hang down to there," he said, running a hand over her belly. "And you don't have to call me big boy. Friends call me Al."
"Then Al it is. Cause I think we're gonna be real good friends." Doris helped him pull his pants down, and urged him out of his shin, keeping her eyes fastened on his hard prick that jutted up at her from a forest of dark black pubic hair.
Hank and Mary Anne and Maybella and Steve heaved a collective sigh of relief and went back to the fucking they'd been doing before they'd been so rudely interrupted. Hank began moving his monstrous cock inside Mary Anne's tight young cunt, while Steve lay back on the bed and pulled Maybella on top of him so that her cunt was resting on his face, and her lips were once again nibbling at his rod. Thank God Doris is such a good sport, he thought to himself happily as he pushed his tongue into Maybella's hot little snatch. The old man could have been a real prick, especially with that gun.
Doris and Al were locked in a tight embrace, with hi's cock pushed between her outspread legs as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him hungrily on the mouth. It felt good pressing up against her snatch. At first she'd only been interested in eying their skins, but once she saw that pretty pecker of his, she'd decided fucking him would be fun. And obviously it was going to be. She didn't care what Steve thought about her, or Hank either, for that matter. Obviously neither of them were in any position to complain. She ground her pussy down harder on the stiff shaft of his thick rod and pushed her small tits against his massive hairy chest. Yes sir, this was going to be fun. Al picked up Doris and laid her down on the dresser so that her legs dangled off the edge, and her snatch was even with the end of the top. He spread her legs and greedily bent to lick her sweet pussy. She shuddered as his big tongue moved roughly over her sensitive clit. But apparently he was just making sure she was good and ready, because almost immediately he lifted his head and took his swollen pecker in one hand. He guided it to the mouth of her honey pot, and she squirmed closer to the edge and reached down to help him guide it into her cunt.