It felt bigger than its seven inches (I've measured it for him!), hot and blunt; I couldn't stop my bottom shifting in the bed of its own accord to turn and press my thighs against it, my breasts against his lightly-haried chest.It felt bigger than its seven inches (I've measured it for him!), hot and blunt; I couldn't stop my bottom shifting in the bed of its own accord to turn and press my thighs against it, my breasts against his lightly-haried chest. Now I felt my usual urgent need to be taken by him, to be overwhelmed; my open mouth found his and our tongues talked and chattered. His large hands ranged down over my bottom, first pressing it down to push my delta gainst his stiff tool, then to part the globes with his palms while running his forefinger lightly over my anus, then down, gently, to make small, gentle circles at the now sticky bottom of my vagina while his other hand tweaked a nipple sharply. He shifted, pushing me on my back and rising - I opened my legs to him, held out my arms for him as he positioned himself above me - in the half-light I could see the outlines of his cock as it rose past his navel. I would have it - in me - now! At the thought I felt an unbearable sticky itch within me that only his cock could scratch, I murmured, "Fuck your cock in me, Fuck me!" With one hand he forced it down, pushed the plump head up and down in my slick entrance, pressed on the hood over my clitoris, then, as if tiring of teasing me, he manouvered his stiff, vein-ribbed dong, it was stiff, stiff, to the inner channel, then quickly, smoothly, pushed it all, all of the stiff, in my hot, oily tunnel. Breath whooshed from me as he entered; the feel of the full length of John's cock stretching me comfortably and juicily made me woozy with pleasure: before I recovered I felt the brief intimate slap of his balls against my smooth bottom-cheeks and his hand pulling at my left nipple again. |