Chapter 9
Rod was amused at the little charade, the little game, they were playing with each other. He knew exactly what Sue was thinking, knew that she wanted to be fucked by him... just as he wanted to bury his already throbbing-with-life cock deep into her vibrant young pussy. That night eight years ago had been a one-time thing, something he had forgotten almost immediately. She had been uneducated in the ways of sex then, he had been the first. She had showed sensual promise, but that was all. It had been okay... just okay, compared to what some of the other broads before and after had been. Now, though, she was a little older and was more experienced. Too, she undeniably was a Morgan, and as a real Morgan she should be able to do sexual things that bordered on the incredible. He knew, because his grandfather, his father, and an uncle had told him (hat in all of the Morgans there (lowed a wild rampaging river of wantonness that was almost frightening in its strength.
Now, as his hot gaze crawled up her legs to her clearly visible protruding Mound of Venus hiding behind the thin material of the almost transparent body shirt, and her big taut tits, Rod discovered he was mentally kicking himself for letting this choice piece go unsampled for the last eight years, lie hadn't realized what a perfect figure she had, although he should have suspected it from the way she had been built at fifteen.
He did nothing to stem the growing heat of desire in his body. Indeed, he encouraged it, wanting to build it to a fever pitch where he would cum into her with all the power of a high-pressure fire hose... and it might very well take that to put out her fire.
But first, he thought, we have to play out this little game. "Tell me if this hurts?" he asked, knowing full well that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her except for a minor muscle pull which could be cured in ten minutes by a hydro-bath back at the chalet. He put both hands around the smooth bare flesh of her thigh and felt a thrill tingle up his arms at the warmth of her body. He squeezed.
Sue winced again and gasped. "Not as much as before, I think," she said, hardly able to formulate the words in her churning mind. His hands on her upper leg were causing all sorts of unwanted-but nonetheless delightful-sensations to ripple through her body. True, the pressure of his hands squeezing there had caused a momentary stab of pain, but it had gone away almost immediately with the release of pressure.
Rod deliberately moved his hands further up on her thigh, with his thumbs only an inch or so away from her crotch. He squeezed again, this time a little more gently. He watched and saw what he had been looking for-a fine sudden rising of her skin in goosebumps denoting excitement and desire. He squeezed again, gently, and used individual fingers to press in certain spots as though he were testing her musculature. His face was about twelve inches from the snaps in the crotch of her body shirt. He thought he could almost smell her willing femininity above the odor of wood smoke and kerosene. A slight tremor shook her body, and Rod knew that she was rapidly becoming aroused. The knowledge caused his prick to swell against the intolerable confines of his own tight ski pants.
The time had come to quit playing around and get down to the business at hand, but still he-sadistically and masochistically-continued the little game of first aid. "Now don't be alarmed," he said soothingly, "but there's one other thing I have to check, and I'm going to have to lift your shirt." He didn't give her a chance to protest, merely raised his hands and with one quick jerk caused the crotch of the body shirt to snap open. In doing so, his one finger deliberately dug into her panty-covered warm cuntal cleft.
Sue jumped as if she had been touched with an electric prod.
"Sorry," Rod said, without looking up at her.
Sue was all sensation now, as if that one magic touch had been like a high mountain lamasery gong, causing reverberations throughout the rarefied atmosphere of her lust-hungry, wanton soul. She was fighting the tremors that threatened to devastate her body. She couldn't -just couldn't!-reveal to her cousin that she wanted him inside her. She wished he would hurry and finish this damned examination. Maybe, if she put her pants back on, she would be able to control her emotions. Suddenly, though, she wanted to scream... to back away... to run away... for she knew instinctively that what he was doing now would cause her sternest resolve to melt as rapidly as a snow ball on a hot July pavement.
Rod had put both hands around her hips and, still kneeling with his face now only about nine inches away from her palpitating pussy, had begun kneading her buttocks through the sheer material of her red bikini nylon panties. "Tell me if this hurts," he said, and Sue had all she could do to keep from grabbing his head by the ears and yanking his face into the bubbling witch's cauldron of her cunt.
Rod, still without looking up at her, patiently repeated his question, "Does that hurt?"
Sue tried to speak, but her throat was so constricted by now that the words came out only as an inarticulate moan. Inside her mind a battle was raging. Part of her brain screamed out, "Tell him to fuck you!" and another part coldly and furiously shouted at her, "You wanton slut! You are married! Slap his face! Tell him to stop it! Stop it! You're a decent woman!"
Rod no longer felt like playing, and so he made his move. He looked up at her face and, at the same time, slipped his hands down between the bikini panties and the luscious white globes of her buttocks, causing the panties to slide down to mid-thigh. Then, as if he were lifting a sacrificial cup to his lips in some pagan ceremony older than time itself, he simply pulled her pussy toward him.
"No... no, Rod... you can't!" she gasped, and then, with the first touch of his hot hungry mouth against her cuntal lips, she closed her eyes and clenched her fists tightly, fighting the one-sided battle within her. "Please... don't... Rod, don't... don't."
The sweat of her exertions on the ski slope had brought a fine musk to her snatch, and Rod's tongue quivered at the opening-like a humming bird seeking the spout of a feeder. Then his tongue snaked forward...
"Ahhhhh... God!" It was a wanton scream of lust that came from a deeper part of her mind than had ever been called upon for comment or evaluation before. Almost viciously she grabbed the back of his head, and at the same time splayed her legs out in an effort to put more and more of her vagina into contact with that beautiful tongue and mouth.
Rod's tongue licked along the fur-lined pink cleft, and the honey that seeped from her snatch was beyond compare. He sensed she was going out of her mind; it was almost as if no one-at least recently-had ever gone down on her. Now he shoved his tongue-like a little red prick- down through the two layers of cuntal lips, and was rewarded by a scream of exaltation from her.
Sue's body was beginning to tremble uncontrollably; never before in her wildest dreams had she envisioned such delight, such exquisite pleasure, such wanton craving. She felt his tongue, quivering, driving, licking at her, then shrieked with abandonment again when his thumb and forefinger clasped her overly large clitoris and tweaked it.
Rod's amazement grew along with his prick. It was simply incredible! Everything he did to her-from touching her leg to gently nibbling on her clitoris-had driven her almost insane. She was really turned on! It was almost as if she had been given an overdose of the most powerful aphrodisiac imaginable. Her cunt was leaking lubricant like a squeezed wet sponge. She was ready for fucking now, and if she didn't get a fucking, she'd probably topple right over. Above it all, though, was the admiration he felt for her-she was fresh and relatively untouched. It was almost, in a way, like getting her cherry all over again. And suddenly, he knew without being told, that no one-absolutely no one-except her husband, had touched her within the last couple of years... and that she was innocent of all of the finer arts of fucking... and that, as a Morgan, she would be an apt pupil. She might even be, he thought with some amazement, even better at all of this than Jejune; it seemed impossible, hard to believe, but if her present reactions were any indication, her sexual needs-like some sleeping princess in a magic spell-were about to be awakened by a prince and a kiss. He shoved his tongue into her snatch as far as he could, and began pressing his middle finger against her tightly clenched, puckering little anus.
As that furious tongue continued to scour her cunt, Sue no longer attempted to shove his face into her femaledom. Now she hung onto it simply for support, as her rubbery knees were threatening to collapse under her. He was doing something wickedly delightful to her backside, as well. Her body simply could not handle these tactile sensations any longer. She was already climbing toward an orgasmic peak, a volcanic mountaintop shrouded by the super-heated steam clouds of desire. She soared upward toward them. Then-fighting against herself- panting for breath, heart pounding like some poor wild bird in an insufferable iron cage, she pulled her body away from him. She moved three steps backward and stood there, her proud breasts rising and falling as the terrifying tides of lust swept through her and sent powerful ground swells of wanton need surging into the already flooded estuaries of her body.
Rod had been pretty sure she was about to pull away. He had sensed her impending climax, and if she hadn't broken off contact, he would have. He didn't want her to cum-not yet. There were words he wanted to hear, things he wanted her to perform. Before he was through with her, she would be begging to be fucked- "begging" like some craven coward with neck exposed on the guillotine block, "begging" like some pitiful street whore going through first stages of heroin withdrawal and ready to do anything for a fix. He was going to fuck her, but it would be on his terms. He sensed she had already reached an irrevocable point of no return. Now, all she needed was one gentle nudge-one further bit of arousement-and she would be defenseless. Without saying anything further, Rod stood. He grinned in triumph as he saw her wide, almost frightened, eyes locked on the front of his ski pants. There, clearly outlined, was the elongated banana shape of his blood-engorged cock. His pants were so tight, his prick so large, that the coronal ridge of the bulbous head could be delineated. He dropped his right hand to the bulge and, without taking his eyes off her, squeezed it.
He was rewarded by a low moan coming involuntarily from her lips.
Sue was fighting a losing battle with herself, and she was smart enough to know it. Still, though, some last shard of decency demanded she make another effort to escape this trap. She saw her lime-green ski pants on the cocktail table behind him. Warily watching him now as he squeezed his bulging penis, she pulled up her panties and began to sidle over toward the table.
Rod, knowing what she was attempting to do, made one step sideways and blocked her. Then, casually, he unhooked his waistband and slowly... very slowly... he unzipped his trousers. He saw Sue's eyes widening even further, then saw her close her eyes as if that would remove the temptation. Smiling, he put his hands under the elastic band of his jockey shorts and pulled them down over his hips. His cock, like an angry lion in a Roman arena, leapt out looking for prey. It throbbed with a frightening vitality. It is, he thought with glee, the best hard-on I've had in months. The god-damned thing felt so tight, so brittle, that it seemed sure to shatter into a million little pieces if he tried to bend and replace it again in its jockey short cage.
Wordlessly, he stepped out of pants and undershorts, then quickly yanked off his polo shirt to stand, legs widespread, and hands on hips before her. The only thing he wore was the pair of thick ski socks that came up to mid-calf. When Sue opened her eyes again, she saw him standing just that way, with his mammoth throbbing penis sticking out of its pubic hair briar patch like some giant limbless tree stump. My God, she thought with dismay, it is so huge. No wonder it had hurt that first time. Subtly some change had come over her, and now she recognized it for what it was-resignation. She no longer cared to fight her own body's desires if, indeed, she was ever able to fight them. Her decency had gone. She was, for the first time in her life, about to commit an adulterous act. It was something expressively forbidden by the Bible; it was something she had never dreamed she would be capable of doing. Her shoulders slumped, she stood before him acquiescent, a love slave ready to do whatever was expected of her.
"Take off your clothes," Rod ordered, and discovered that his voice was hoarse, his throat constricted, as if the elevating of his heavy penis had drawn all tendons tight, even those in his neck.
Wordlessly, hands trembling so badly that she could hardly undo the buttons, Sue began at the top of the body shirt and worked her way down. When her shirt was unbuttoned and its crotch strap dangling in front of her like a ridiculously small apron, she looked up at him. He said nothing, so she completed the job... and knowing what he wanted, hunched her shoulders forward and unfastened her bra. Her harvest moon breasts were freed and she, too, was naked now except for her ski socks.
Rod could hardly contain himself as he saw the yellow firelight flickering on her big tits and volley-ball buttocks, changing them from alabaster white to a warm gold. Her strawberry-blonde fur patch was revealed in all its glory for the first time, and the little curling hairs looked as soft as swan's down. His prick jerked a couple of times of its own accord, as if it were urging him to action. He stared speculatively at her moistened lips, also reflecting the light, and her wide, expectant, jade-green eyes. Now was the time, he thought. Now!
"Come here," he said, and she walked forward like a zombie.
"Kneel, I'm about to knight you, baby," he said, and Sue once again did as she was instructed. Only her slightest, barely perceptible, hesitation had told him she knew what was going to come next and had already accepted it.
"Now open your mouth and close your eyes... and I'll give you something to make you wise," he chanted, remembering the old childhood poem.
Again that almost imperceptible pause, then she did as she was told.
Rod looked down at her half-open, supplicant mouth and then at his cock already oozing a viscidness from its glans opening. Slowly, very slowly, savoring each breathless split-second of anticipation, he pushed his throbbing white shaft closer and closer to her mouth. Then, as his huge purple head grazed her lips, he saw his cousin open her mouth even wider to receive it... and her tongue, like some welcoming committee, flicker out and brush with one swipe, the seeping precursor of love from the glans. It was only a shy, gentle little lick, but the touch of her hot tongue there caused a jolt of pure ecstatic pleasure to shoot through his loins.
"Oh, yes," he said under his breath. "Oh, yes... this is going to be very good indeed!"
Sue wanted him to tell her what to do, she wanted to hear his lewd, obscene words. The slightly saline taste of his penis was already acting like an aphrodisiac on her. She tried to remember what he had told her to do eight years ago, but the only instruction she could recall was his exhortation to suck on it. And so, she ovalled her lips, taking all of the bulbous throbbing head into her mouth, and began moving her head back and forth, all the while sucking gently.
"God damn, cousin, you must have been doing this for a living," Rod cried out, as his body responded eagerly to her ministrations.
Sue pulled her mouth away from his cock and looked up at him. She shook her head and said seriously, "No. You're the only one."
"Ah, come on now. You mean you haven't blown your husband?"
"No." And then she added, wanting him to believe her, "It's the truth."
"For Pete's sake, why not? Didn't you feel the urge?"
"I didn't think he'd understand... "
"You ass! And I suppose he hasn't gone down on you and eaten your pussy as I did just now and eight years ago."
"You are the only one."
Rod actually felt sorry for her now, and he knew some of his pity must show on his face. His voice was tender when he said, "You've missed so much."
Sue was honest; she said what she felt, "Yes. I have. When you were licking me, I thought I would die of happiness. And I feel I want to repay you."
"You don't mind sucking my cock?" The pity had gone now, replaced once again by a growing excitement-fanned by the salacious conversation, the sight of her on her knees before the fireplace, just humbly and gratefully waiting for his cock.
Sue sought to put her feelings into words. She had been terribly aroused by his lewd words. Her loins were afire with a blaze hotter than that in the fireplace. How to explain the taste, the feeling of his warm, throbbing penis in her mouth, the wicked excitement that the perverted act caused to well up inside her. She forced herself to be absolutely honest for, after all, she was the pupil and he the master who would teach her what she wanted to know. "I don't mind sucking your... cock. It is a part of you. A very dear part. Just like your ears, your lips, your nose... an integral part of you."
"Then suck, cousin, suck!" Rod's last word was almost a shout as she reached up behind him and clasped his buttocks in her hands. She opened her mouth to receive the prick which looked like a mammoth breadstick as it began moving in and out between her lips.
He noticed, with some wry amusement, that her lipstick had left a red ring around the mid-part of his prick's trunk. At first, her mouth moved silently back and forth on that white shaft of muscle and blood-hardened gristle; but then she began making loud sucking noises as Rod shoved it further and further into her throat, seeking ever deeper penetration into that warm, saliva-filled, wonderful cavity. He could feel it all: her hot, panting breath against his belly; her teeth, sometimes painfully scraping the sensitive underside of his cock; her lips, warm and incredibly soft; the back of her throat where the tonsil dipped like some obeisant cervix to greet the bulging head of his prick. Her fingernails had long since made deep indentations into the cheeks of his bare ass, and he felt a surge of pure masochistic pleasure at the pain she was unknowingly inflicting on him.
Gradually the pressure was building up in his testicles. Already the semen was surging restlessly back and forth, like water just before it comes to a boil. He wanted to cum in her mouth. He wanted to hear her gag and choke as the white-hot molten seminal stream erupted into her mouth. He wanted to see the overflowing cum dripping from the corners of her jism-filled mouth. He wanted all of these things, but he wanted one thing more! He wanted to fuck her! He waited until the last possible moment, waited until his throbbing prick had already begun to painfully swell just prior to ejaculation. Then... he pulled his cock reluctantly from her mouth.
Sue had felt what she suspected was the buildup to his orgasm. She welcomed it, remembering the one other time he had cum in her mouth. This time, though, she knew what to expect, and she planned to keep her lips tightly fastened to the fleshy shaft. She found herself joyfully anticipating his hot, pent-up release, and to communicate her intense feelings about it, she began sucking harder and using her tongue to tease the head. She swirled her tongue around and around it-and could feel it swelling in her mouth. He was almost there now, some inherited instinct told her that. Then, without warning, he had pulled it away. He had taken her prize, her toy, from her. It wasn't fair. It wasn't! She saw the cock, throbbing in front of her only inches away, and she leaned eagerly forward to capture it again.
Rod put his hands on her head and gently lifted her face. "Enough," he said, with far more tenderness than he felt.
Sue surprised herself by her own boldness. "I want you to cum," she said.
"Later. I want something else far more right at the moment."
"What's that?"
"I want to fuck you."
Sue wrapped her arms around his knees and laid her head against his hairy thighs. "Yes... yes, I want it too. Fuck me."
Now that it had been said, Rod wanted it to begin. He knelt beside her and gently pushed her back until she was lying full length on the rug in front of the fireplace.
Sue felt her legs being separated and saw him kneeling over her. Her eyes trailed along his hairy chest and flat muscle-rippled stomach to the mammoth cock-shining with a silvery sheen from her saliva. At this angle, it looked like the white inner cardboard core on which paper towels are wound. It looked fully as wide, as long. And she began to feel apprehension, mixed with a rather fatalistic and horrible anticipation. It looked large enough to rip her apart, but she had taken it as a virgin, and she certainly could take it now. For a brief moment, a flash of shame at what she was about to do illuminated the deeper recesses of her mind, but the desire-that intolerable, heated desire- was all-consuming and the black clouds of wantonness closed in again. She needed release; she had to have release or she would die! "Fuck me!" she cried in all sincerity, not caring what he thought of her any longer, not caring about him either, only that beautiful elongated pleasure stick which would replace her misery with happiness.
Her hand reached down between their two bodies and fastened itself on the thick shaft. She began yanking impatiently on it, seeking to bring it into heated contact with her love-starved vagina.
Rod grinned down at her, pleased at her heat. "You're a real Morgan all right," he said huskily, "and when you get my cock shoved up into your hot little pussy, you'll go positively apeshit."
His lewd words only excited her further. "Do it now... don't talk about it. Do it!" The last was almost shouted, and she tightened her grip on his cock to the point where he groaned in pain.
"Put it in," he ordered, and lowered his hips between her outspread thighs.
The rigidity of his penis against her sensitive cuntal lips bewildered her at first. It was like some thick blunt instrument of destruction, a crowbar to pry her cunt right out of her body.
She groaned in ecstatic pleasure as she rubbed the hardened shaft and its bulbous head up and down the entire sensitive length of her quivering vulva. Its contact was electrifying, and it resulted in a near explosion of unbearable lust in her pelvis. She punched up to meet it, and felt the head penetrate the first layer of her ruby-pink, passion-drenched, pussy lips. She shivered uncontrollably and found her knees rising of their own volition, seeking to further open those already well-lubricated gates to her femaledom.
Rod was amazed at how hot she was. Christ, he thought, I've had nymphos before that didn't want it as much as she does. But then his thoughts were cut off as she dug her fingernails painfully into his tender testicles. "Do it," she repeated, her mouth hanging laxly open in one of the most wanton portraits of lust he had ever witnessed.
"All right," he said, feeling a sudden wave of almost barbaric cruelty sweep over him. He pushed forward and the Cyclopean giant forced its way into her tight, quivering little opening.
"Agghh," she moaned, feeling herself being stretched to the point of ripping. She splayed her knees out even further, until her taut inner thigh muscles looked like flesh-covered steel cables under intolerable pressure.
Rod felt her cuntal lips part under the probing of his cock, felt the first slippery entrance through her outer layer of vulva. She was almost as tight as she had been the first time, he thought; her husband must have a pencil for a prick, or else he doesn't use it very often. He heard Sue's low groan of pain as her cunt stretched far beyond its normal capacity. The sound pleased him. He wanted to hear her cry out. Now was the time. Now! He flexed all his muscles and then with the war cry of a Viking plunderer driving his sword into an enemy's soft belly, he yelled, "Hahhhh!" and ruthlessly and brutally rammed his cock down into the depths of her pussy.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she screamed, "you're killing... mmmmeeeeeeee!" Sue realized she was being impaled, torn apart, split asunder into a million little pieces and like Humpty Dumpty never again to be put back together. The pain was monumental, more excruciating than it had been the first time. "Aaaagghhhh," she yelled again, "Stop. Stop... oh, God. Stop!" She pushed against his chest, but to no avail, as the relentless plunge into the very heart of her womb plummeted past her inner blood-filled sensitive lips and swept disdainfully on past her cervix. She had never been so stretched. Part of her mind shrieked at her that she could give birth to a sixteen-pound baby with less pain than this.
Rod felt the tight resistance to his entrance melting before the onslaught of his fleshy battering ram. Down, down, down, he drove, and gave forth another Viking yell as he felt his lust-tightened balls slam up against her puckering little asshole. He and his horsecock were into her all the way, much further than anyone had ever been before. That knowledge pleased him, and with the pleasure some of the blood lust left him. He flexed his cock and heard her moan.
"Don't move it, please!" Sue pleaded, knowing that pain had caused tears to form in her eyes. God, she hurt! She could feel that big penis inside of her as though some clenched fist with wrist and arm attached had been shoved up in there. She could feel every corrugated millimeter of that monstrous cock, and she wondered dully how she could have ever been stupid enough to want something as painful as this inside of her. His prick leapt again inside her, further stretching her already overexpanded vaginal walls. "Don't move," she asked again, and then knew her pitiful request for relief was hopeless, for Rod was cruelly smirking down at her. He flexed his prick again, but this time there was a slight difference. Once more he made that giant white throbbing cudgel jump inside of her, and Sue realized that her tortured passageway was rapidly becoming adjusted to the invader.
Without warning, Rod began fucking into her. He rode high on her, scraping his cock against her clitoris; he rode low on her, punching his prick deeper, ever deeper into her womb. He rotated his hips, scraping her vaginal walls with the hearty ridges of gristle. Pain fled as though it were fog being chased away by fresh breezes and a hot sun. As he stroked into her with long smooth thrusts, she found herself beginning to respond. It was an involuntary thing, something she had no control over at all. Her cunt seemingly had taken charge of her body, because she felt her lower abdominal muscles begin to ripple.
"Ohhhhh," it was a gasp of genuine pleasure from Rod. Good God, he thought, nothing has felt like that since the Algerian belly dancer. Sue's pussy had become a velvet-lined conveyor belt attempting to pull him deeper into her. It was just too god-damned wonderful to be true. Donna was fantastic in bed when she had been sufficiently aroused, but even at her best she didn't have a twenty-one-jewel, ball-bearing movement like this. As for Jejune! She was just a good lay and a good sport, willing to do almost anything to please man, woman, or beast. What surprised him most of all, however, was the fact that Sue was completely uneducated in these matters. She was doing this automatically. She was, indeed, a genuine fucking Morgan! With a little instruction, she would just have to be the hottest, most fuckable piece of ass in the whole lousy universe.
Sue had discovered, quite by accident, that she could control her own body's feelings down there. She could add pleasure, add heat, add friction, or lessen any of these. Simply by dipping her pelvis she found she could scrape her clitoris against the hard shaft that bored into her like a white-hot drill; by rising at the right moment, she could deepen his thrusts even further than he could unaided; by flexing her inner thigh and gluteus, she could tighten her pussy ring around his maledom, which would bring a delighted moan from him. As he fucked into her, she experimented by raising her knees up until they were practically under his armpits; his cock went in so far in this position that she thought surely he was pounding the dent out of her navel.
But then, all of this newfound knowledge fled her, because as that hard long prick smashed like a piledriver into her, she began to feel a familiar tingling in her abdomen. She really didn't believe she could be having a climax so soon, but moments later there was no denying the message her pussy was joyfully shouting to her. Her breath deepened of its own accord, and she could feel the blood rushing as though from a broken dam into her straining muscles down there. The tingling deepened, widened, and became a hollow trough that rapidly built up until it was a seismic wave of ecstasy.
"I'm cumming," she whispered. That pounding continued.
"I'm cumming," she said loudly. His cock moved in and out, in and out, scraping-ever scraping-against the swelling clitoris and the expanding vaginal walls.
"I AM CUMMING... " she screamed, and then added, "Ah... ahhhhh... Oh, God... don't stop... Don't ever stop. DON'T STOP!" She reached for the adulterous orgasm, and the forbidden fruit easily came away from the tree of delight.
Her legs fastened themselves like flesh-colored handcuffs around his hips, and she used her heels like spurs against the back of his thighs to urge him on. Unknowingly, her fingernails had embedded themselves so deeply into his buttocks that skin had been punctured and he was bleeding. She pumped her clasping pussy like a hot hungry mouth on his white shaft, seeking every bit of him. And then, as her orgasm grew-expanded-a birdlike cry of helplessness bubbled from her throat, to be followed immediately by the shrill cry of a banshee, "Aiiiieeeeee," and she stiffened like a Limbo dancer about to go under the low bar.
Her motionless state lasted almost five seconds, and during it Rod continued to mercilessly pound into her defenseless snatch with a heated fury and urgency he had not experienced in years. My God, he thought, as he screwed into the stiffened, supine body of his cousin, she is incredible, unbelievable. Then abruptly, he was forced to ride her, to hold on for dear life, as she exploded beneath him like an enraged, unbroken wild horse feeling the saddle for the first time. Her legs unfastened themselves from his hips and her knees began opening and closing like a powerful accordion-against his ribs. She reached up and, with the strength of a maniac, wrapped her arm around his neck and drew his mouth down to her. Her short, uneven gasps of hot slobbering breath became even more broken as she sought to ram her tongue down his throat.
Now she was sucking his tongue while her pussy, like some incredibly soft vacuum cleaner, was milking at his prick. Rod felt the vaginal walls suddenly secrete a warmness all around his cock and then there was less friction encountered down there. The warm viscosity clung to his shaft, and on each backstroke some of it was deposited at the lower part of her cunt, where it oozed like silver honey down to her anus.
"Fuck, oh, fuck me. Fuck me... fuck me... " Sue chanted incoherently, pumping her body up and down on that joystick, and seeking to bring back the fading glory of her earlier orgasm. She was regaining some control of her body now, and with the control came shamed thoughts. "I'm no better than a street slut. A shameless adulteress. A whore. A... a... ahhhhhhh," and abruptly, she was cumming once more.
Rod grunted and began hammering deeper, ever deeper into her as he felt her body stiffen a second time.
"Aaaaiiiiieeeeee," she screamed again, and it was a cry of sheer exaltation, a priestess atop a mountaintop who had just communicated with the gods and now shouts out the sacred message. This time, however, in spite of her body automatically taking over and convulsing, she was able to retain some control over her mind. Mentally she stood back, wondering about it, wondering what made this fuck better than any other she had ever had, wondering about the second orgasm and the possibility of a third. She knew she had to work at control, that with control this unbelievable pleasure might be intensified and prolonged. This time she regained control of her body sooner and deliberately began working her clitoris against his prick. Seconds later that ganglion of sensitive nerve endings simply shorted out, bringing on still another orgasm.
Rod felt her cumming time after time under him and found it nearly impossible to control her wild abandoned writhings. At times, in the midst of a climax, her face would contort in an unbelievable grimace of pure lust. Twice she had raised her pelvis and his body a good eighteen inches up off the floor and rotated her ass as though it were some well-oiled camshaft or cake mixer. Her pussy puckered and unpuckered like a feeding fish as it sought to devour his entire length. Finally he sensed that the continuing orgasm was weakening her, and a moment later he knew he had been right, for Sue fell back to the floor, with her eyes rolled up high in her head. She was almost unconscious; he had fucked her into near insensibility. And that was all he had wanted to do. The deed was done and he was well satisfied with it. He began more deliberate movements now, pounding into her in an effort to bring about his own release.
He could feel the pressure building up in his scrotum; it grew and grew and grew as his prick drove in and out of the unmoving body beneath him. Then he was there. He bent down and shoved his tongue into her wide open unresponsive mouth as he felt the cosmic explosion, like a supernova, in his balls. He groaned as the first of the powerful spurts shot out of his prick like a cannonball to splatter on the far walls of her womb.
He came. His ejaculatory spurts spewed the inside of her vagina and uterus, and her pussy was filled beyond capacity with it. She was so full that the spurts of jism came out from between her cuntal lips even though they were stoppered by his cock, and he could actually feel it splattering on his thighs. Best of all, although she obviously was nearly unconscious, her vagina still continued to work, and it milked and sucked at his swollen prick, squeezing and unsqueezing with each life-giving spurt he spewed into her.
Rod fell down on top of her as his continuing orgasm flooded her sexual grotto. He let the incredibly wonderful waves of pleasure sweep over him, and for a moment he thought he, too, was about to lapse into unconsciousness as he felt her velvet inner muscles paying homage to his maledom...