Joans breath stopped as Jacques hand entered her pubic hair,pulling the hairs slightly as his forward motion eased to a snails pace.Joans breath stopped as Jacques hand entered her pubic hair,pulling the hairs slightly as his forward motion eased to a snails pace. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted to know for sure. Would she wake up as he screamed YOUR A MAN. Frozen in time she waited for his final advance. A sense of relief was realized when she felt soft folds being parted and probed by Jacques large fingers. She could feel her wetness coating his fingers and easing their entry into her warm vagina. Jacque forced several fingers into her moist hole. Joan bucked on his fingers while imploring Jacque to replace them with the glorious pecker she knew he would have. In a climatic frenzy she completed the ride on his fingers and lay motionless. As she began to recover she felt Jacques manhood smearing its precum fluid on her holes entrance, not that she needed more lubrication. She loved having the head of his big prick rub up and down the folds of her steaming pussy but she also longed to have it rammed home and quench the fire that was burning in her loins. He played for several minutes, even venturing to her "back door"but only brushing it lightly and never trying to enter. Joan was not sure she was ready to have her ass rammed by such a huge weapon, with her hand she steered his sword to the hole that would be its sheath. With her excitement at fever pitch he was able to enter her in one swift motion. The ecstacy of the impalement made Joan gasp for air and momentarily stop all motion. She reveled in the reality of having a man buried firmly between her thighs. There was a feeling of newness yet she mustn't have been a virgin, there was no blood, nor any pain. Jacque slowly began to work his tool deeper into her beckoning hole. At each thrust Joan tried to capture the pounding intruder with the strength of her vaginal muscles but each attempt was countered by a powerful retreat and an even stronger assault. Their game went on for what seemed an eternity, halting in a frozen convulsion of climatic eruptions. |