"Oh, make me feel it! Make me feel it," Peggy cooed happily, her voice thick with lust. "Screw me, Daddy! Plunge that big dick deep. Let me feel it!"
Hank obliged. He pumped his big tool into hole. He worked his prick into her completely, digging deep into the upturned glory vulnerable little cunt, each telling thrust punishing her mush, lusty, treasure cove.
He worked slowly at first, slowly and deliberately with well calculated strokes. Then, like a fine tuned piece of mechanism, he gradually stepped up the pace, watching with satisfaction the look of agonized passion that twisted Peggy's little face as his cock rammed into her.
"Yeah, yeah… faster… faster!" Peggy urged, lust drenching each half-breathed word. "Fuck me harder, faster… faster!"
Hank leaned further into his work, bending Peggy's thin legs even further back, her knees pressed tight into her soft, spongy, tingling tits. The sex-craving little girl moaned in delight, tossing her head from side to side on the bed, as Hank reamed out her upturned cunt in royal fashion.
Look at me go, Hank mused nonverbally. Have I or have I not got the biggest, fastest, hardest prick in the world? Isn't this more like it? Look at me go! Who said I'd lost my manhood? Who said I had a limp prick? I'm really showing 'em now! I'm really showing 'em!
Hank picked up tempo with a series of swift hard jolts of his fat prick, designed to knock the little auburn-haired teen-ager senseless with delight.
Peggy loved his new moves. They were strong and hard, and in her unnatural position, Hank's prick rammed hard against the back wall of her vagina. She loved the feeling of a big cock in her, a big cock that could bang her insides. One that could bang her senseless.
"Go… go… go!" she encouraged her older partner. "Drive it in me! Ram it up me! Make me feel that fucking big thing in my throat!"
Hank didn't need any further encouragement. He let go a wicked lunge into her upturned, hot, wet box, causing Peggy to arch her back and loose a long series of thick moans of pleasure.
Hank rammed his hot poker into her cunt with several more savage lunges. He plumbed the depth of her slushy, lust-drenched, slippery, little teen-age box. Then, suddenly, he pulled out, leaving her cunt hanging empty in the night air.
"Oh my God!" Peggy screamed in anguish. "What did you stop for? Stick it back in me! Give me your rod! Give it to me!"
"You asked for it, you hot, crazy little broad." Hank growled. He drove his blood-engorged fat prick into her upturned cunt with another savage lunge. "I'll fuck you now! I'll fuck you good!"
Like a wild man possessed of only one idea, to fuck himself off, Hank's prick became a blur of motion as he pistoned it in and out of the wild, little, freckle-faced girl's cunt.
His bobbing buttocks marked the trail his fat prick blazed in and out of Peggy's fiery love hole. Over and over again he rammed his manhood into her tight, slippery hole, banging the walls with each mind-blowing, savage thrust.
The air was thick with lust and the rhythmic slap of his pendulous scrotal sac slapping up against Peggy's rear hole and with the liquid slurp as his cunt-craving meat plunged into her creamy, bubbling-hot cunt.
Peggy squeaked and moaned, tossing her head from side to side. She arched her back and beat on the bed with clenched fists under this savage fucking. She wanted all he could give her, and more.
She screamed obscenities at him, she cajoled him, coaxed him. She howled in pleasure, pain and delight, urging Hank onward, ever onward, screaming, begging, demanding more.
In Hank's mind, her whole body turned into one huge monstrous, dripping, sucking cunt, bent on devouring every inch of his fat, hot, juicy cock. He could feel every ridge inside the pulsing cunt, his whole being tuned into hers, every nerve attuned to the slamming, quivering, passionate mating of these two lust-drenched entities. He was prick. She was cunt. And together they were jerking each other off in a wild, mind-boggling frenzy!
Hank's eyes glistened and glazed. He was panting out loud now. Peggy's sweet mouth was twisted and tight as she spewed obscenities out into the night, each one hitting one of Hank's already over-strung nerves, pulling it even tighter, plucking it to a fornication's tune.
Hank's balls were filled to bursting. His prick was alive with electrical tingling. It told him the end was near, "I'mmmmmmmmmm going to commmmmmmme!" he screamed out. "I'm going to come!"
"Come… come…! Come!" Peggy picked up the chant. "Oh, Hank, baby, let your big, fat juicy meat come!"
At the moment when Hank felt the thick juices begin their path through his swollen parts, Peggy did something totally unexpected and strange.
To his utter astonishment, she wrenched her legs from around his shoulders, thrust them down between his legs, and heaved herself off of his aching prick, now half-filled with come.
It was too late for Hank to stop the journey of his gism up his big hose, too late for anything to stop it.
Peggy grabbed his hips and pulled on them and he began to realize that there was method to her madness. He began to realize what she wanted.
She whimpered like a little baby, her back arched, her head back on the bed, her face tilted up beggingly. His pipe almost filled now with creamy juice, Hank panted heavily and started crawling up her body.
He had almost reached his destination when his prick began its eruption. He kept moving, leaving a trail of warm, creamy semen along Peggy's breasts and neck.
He dropped down on the teen-ager's heaving chest, and grabbed his spurting, steaming cock in his hand.
"Oh, yes," Peggy moaned in anguish. "That's it! Give it to me in the face! Please… please… come on my face! Come all over my sweet little face!"
Hank did. An evil grin split his face as his big cock pumped its creamy white, hot stream all over the little girl's eager, upturned face. He squirted a line from her forehead to her chin. Then he directed the stream to her right eye and down her right cheek. Her left eye was christened next, with hot gism flowing its murkiness allover her eyelashes. Down her left cheek, tracing, ever so precisely, the hollow of her cheek below the bone. Then he ringed her mouth.
Peggy, in the meantime, had snaked her left hand down under him and had found her clit. She was manipulating it wildly as the hot stream anointed her face.
When Hank's come juice ringed her mouth, she moaned with pleasure. Her little body writhed under him, as her clit stood poker straight and ripples of contractions began running up from her toes.
"Take it all, baby!" Hank cooed. "Take it all. Take all of its creamy goodness on your lovely face."
"My mouth," Peggy screamed. "Give me some in my mouth! Goddammit, you shit eating cocksucker! Save some for my mouth!"
Being a gentleman, and not to be found wanting when a damsel in distress makes such an impassioned plea for his body's goodness, Hank took aim and let off a squirt into her wide open, begging mouth. His aim was perfect; he hit it square.
That was all Peggy needed to get her rocks off. The cataclysmic waves of crashing ecstasy washed over her. Screams of pleasure were tom from her throat.
She thrashed her body. Her vagina pulsed in a thousand wild contractions. Wave after wave of unbearably sweet sensation rolled over her small form, leaving her, finally exhausted and drained, drenched in sweat. Hank hung limply over her. His tool flagged, heading for its own state of exhausted repose. He flopped before her seemingly lifeless form on the bed, and panted himself into unconsciousness.
It had been a long time since Hank had had such a workout with such an enthusiastic little partner. Peggy was lithe and fresh in her approach to love. He didn't realize though, the full extent of her sexual appetites. When he dozed off, he thought she was as satisfied and as spent as he.