She let out a little gasp of surprise and delight, having not expected him to be as well equipped as he obviously was. Pleased with her delight, feeling delight himself, he moved towards her, hooking his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts so that when he was less than a foot away from where she was leaning back on the love seat, he snapped the elastic loudly and peeled his briefs down with a display of raw and savage bravado.
Like a jack-in-the-box his meaty phallus sprung out into the open, its great crimson eye unveiled, a ripe plum-shaped fist all sticky and glistening with his abundant pre-seminal secretions. The huge organ strained out at about a forty-five degree angle from his lean and hairy stomach.
Slapping from grizzly thigh to grizzly thigh were his heavy and pendulous nuts, so filled with cream that they threatened to explode like an overfilled helium balloon. "Jesus H. Christ," she murmured with incredible awe. "How the fuck am I supposed to deal with that… that baseball bat of yours, Mr. Livingston?"
"Where there's a will there's a way," he snickered merrily, delighted and determined that he would have his way with her. Accordingly, he reached out and took hold of one of her hands, gently easing her off the love seat. Six inches around and even wider at the massive blood-engorged glans, his poker was a veritable salami, standing out at exactly nine ripe meaty inches.
He had measured himself as recently as a year ago, though with all the fucking he did, one would think his tool would only grow larger as a result of its constant (or just about) use. But it had remained the same size since his eighteenth birthday, he recalled with a self satisfied grin, pleased that he had had the right combination of genes, for few girls and women he had gone to bed with in the past had ever been able to get enough of his dick once he had given them a trial run.
Unfortunately, though he would have loved to entertain Rachel at his apartment, taking his time whereas now he had to rush a little, he knew that he was leaving for Europe and would be unable to see her, at least until he returned to the States.
Make it a good one, ole boy, he told himself as he helped her down onto the living room carpet. She stretched out and because of the massive and considerably unwieldy dimensions of his phallus, he reached for a throw pillow decorating the couch, telling her to shove it under her rump as she would have done with a pillow had they made in bed together and not on the floor.
This she did without a fuss, though she seemed unable to stop staring at his huge straining dong. He was confident he would be able to house it inside of her tight and tender split, knowing that he had the technique at his disposal, that it was just a matter of timing and delicacy.
Her ass and pussy now raised up invitingly, her tender jugs flattening out somewhat as she lay on her back, he stooped down and knelt between her thighs. Then, keeping one eye on her cunt as if he was almost afraid it would vanish before he had a chance to enjoy it fully, he took hold of her legs and lifted them up, instructing her to lock her ankles as tightly as she could around his wide muscular back.
Straining forward, she managed to do this without too much difficulty. Positioned in front of her, he pulled her up a little closer so that his cock now rubbed back and forth between her legs, tickling her juicy crimson gash.
Rachel Strauss held her breath, not believing that he would be able to stuff his enormous mule-cock between her legs. But Drew was a man who always got his way in all things and he was totally convinced of the ease with which the act would be brought to fruition and success.
Now that he was ready, as was the girl, he took hold of his throbbing hardon and brought it down, directing the leaky bulbous head of his cock right up against her narrow vaginal furrow. She held her breath, all eyes to the delicate operation.
Drew pushed himself gently forward. He was resting on his knees, knowing that at least initially this position was the best one to use, the easiest one he knew whereby he would be able to horse himself completely and right up to the root.
Holding his cock as steadily as he could, feeling the way the blue veins were braiding his shaft, prominently visible and pulsating with the blood which flowed within his huge red-hot tool, he pushed himself an inch closer until his glans was rubbing back and forth against her juice-smeared vaginal furrow.
The outer lips seemed to flutter and dilate a mere inch, hardly enough room for him to ram his prong down into the depths of her tight and succulent quim. "Pull your lips back as far as you can, Rachel," he said in a hoarse and breathless voice, barely able to control himself now that he was getting so close to success.
She reached down, following his careful instructions to the letter. Her slim piano fingers caught hold of each ripe puffy red cunt lip and she peeled them back with impunity, her gesture far more confident than when he'd first taken hold of her outer cunt lips. Her vulva was glistening as was the head of his cock and once she had opened her trench for his delight, inspection and delectation, he didn't hesitate to thrust himself forward, his weight centered on his hips.
The head of his tool pushed down, cramming its way right inside of her hot wet vulva. She winced, but didn't stop him, moaning and thrusting her hips forward as he kept on exerting pressure all along the shaft of his battering ram.
Slowly the head of his cock tunneled its way forward, stuffed inside of her vulva. It pressed down against her clit, frictioning along it and making her shudder with joyous sexual delight. He let her grow accustomed to the considerable pressure, for he was certain by her actions that she had never handled a cock as large as the one that rose out from between his thickset and muscular thighs.
Swaying from side to side, he waited a few more seconds and finally she nodded her head, knowing that she was ready for more. It was as if her cunt was a mouth, gobbling down his tool, capable of swallowing only so much cock-meat at a time or else she would choke on it.
But he had the patience of a saint and he eased himself forward as slowly and gently, as carefully as he could. And as he did so, his cock began to burrow down into her pussy, pushing itself along her vaginal walls, the head of his tool sliding past her vulva and on into her snatch.
She bit down on her lower lip, but made no motion for him to stop. He could feel her cunt walls being pulled apart, stretched taut in order that his shaft might fill her box as it had never been filled before.
This he knew as certainly as he knew his name and he went at it with a vengeance, keeping his eyes directed down between his legs considerably intrigued – as well as turned on – by the sight of his penis moving deeper and deeper into her pussy. It kept inching forward disappearing by degrees.
The outer lips of her cunt, thick, smooth edged and puffy earlier, were now pressed tight and thin, changing around the rounded sides of his manly poker. She was gasping, her tits undulating up and down the deeper he moved his pecker and he didn't stop, knowing that he would make it, just as he had known before he'd even started.
"Okay?" he whispered, pleased when the nubile teenybopper nodded her head up and down with vigorous affirmation. He smiled and thrust a little more forcefully, wincing as his shaft was being rubbed raw all along the length it had traveled.
But those flickering sensations of pain meant nothing to him. It was the raw lusty pleasure of the conquest that counted and he kept at it like a man obsessed, hunching forward, sweat dripping down his sides and chest and his balls smacking back and forth between his thighs as he kept on piercing her muff to the quick.
He had almost two inches left to give her when she groaned and he felt the head of his cock tipping her womb. But now he couldn't stop and with a last and almost desperate lunge, he plowed into her until he could go no further.