Chapter 7
They arrived at the cabin at four-thirty in the afternoon, and separated into the various bedrooms. There were four bedrooms, one of which always remained empty. In previous years, Zip had shared a bedroom with Phil, Helen's son, and Helen and Andy had a second bedroom, while Joe, and his wife Maggie, had a third bedroom. The boys' bedroom had been on the left side of the cabin, while the two pairs of adults had the two bedrooms on the right side. There was only one bathroom, that at the rear of the cabin, right in the middle.
The women unpacked while Zip, his father, and Andy Scott put on shorts and tee shirts and carried their fishing gear down to a nearby brook.
Helen and Maggie spent the rest of the day sweeping out the one main room in the cabin. There was no TV up here, though they brought two small portable radios for the weather reports more than anything else. The room was huge, with a large table in the middle where everyone would sit to eat. It had benches on either side of it rather than chairs.
That night, Helen slept restfully, having formulated a plan in her mind. One of the nice things about being up here was that her husband never touched her while they were at the cabin. If he had, the Cerrones would have heard her screaming.
The following day, Andy and Joe went fishing again. They went early in the morning, and Helen knew, from past experience, that barring a thunderstorm, they wouldn't be back until after three. Maggie always loved to visit the quaint little rustic stores in the nearby villages. Sometimes Helen went with her, but more often she did not, so that when Helen turned Maggie down that Monday morning, Maggie merely shrugged and said, "You'll really be missing something, Helen."
"I just don't like buying those little things," Helen shrugged. "To me, they're a waste of money."
"I'll be back about two," Maggie told her. "Do me a favor, will you? Zip is sleeping late. When he wakes up, give him brunch."
"Gladly," Helen nodded.
"He likes his Aunt Helen's food, anyway," Maggie teased. "He once told me you were a better cook than I."
"He was just egging you into cooking something he probably wanted," Helen laughed. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."
Maggie left, and Helen hurried to her bedroom. There, she took off the shorts and halter she had been wearing, and put on a filmy bathrobe that wasn't see-through, but did cling. It really left little to one's imagination.
Returning to the main room, Helen set about preparing food for Zip. It was already past ten, and she knew he would be up at any moment. So she had the bacon sizzling and the eggs already in the pan when the boy stepped out of his bedroom wearing a bathrobe of his own.
"Aunt Helen?" he said, ruffling a hand through his hair. "How come you didn't go shopping with Mom?"
"Someone had to stay and make you breakfast," she smiled.
It was a lie, and they both knew it. Zip and Phil, Helen's son, had been able to get their own breakfasts for the past three years.
She put breakfast on the table, and Zip sat opposite her, eating with unrestrained gusto. His eyes continually darted to the swell of her breasts, that promising hillock showing just the littlest bit through the open bathrobe-open at the top, that is. Helen watched the boy through the entire meal, a demure smile playing across her lips. Her smoky blue eyes were framed by an incredible cascade of blonde hair, hair she had purposely refrained from pinning up.
The boy was glad he was wearing his own bathrobe. By the time the meal was over, his cock was standing rigidly at attention, as stiff and as straight as a flagpole, and he shifted a bit uncomfortably to adjust it. Jesus! She was really looking great that morning. No wonder he had developed the hots for her. He just sat there, staring at her, not realizing it was she who was doing the seducing at the moment, wondering how he was going to get her to make the first move, because his plan called for her making that first move. Great as she looked, she still had that air of innocence hanging over her. It was something Helen would never completely lose.
The blonde didn't miss the boy's subtle movement, nor did she miss the faint flush in his youthful cheeks when she caught his eyes looking her over when she stood to clear away the dishes. There was no doubt the boy was still interested, very interested.
"Like anything else?" she asked, approaching him, leaning over, letting the robe fall forward just a little so that he was able to peer straight down and see the swells of her white breasts, the picture of supposedly motherly-or auntly-devotion as a soft, bare arm brushed the boy's neck, and a strand of her golden hair raked his youthful cheek.
Zip was many things, but one thing he wasn't was stupid. He didn't need to be told that his "Aunt Helen" was doing precisely what he had hoped she would do. He leaped to his feet and all but fell on top of her like a ravenous wolf on a helpless doe when the sensuous cloud of her new perfume wafted through his nostrils. Jesus! He hadn't expected things to be this easy. He hoped she was being honest about all this, because he felt himself beyond the point of no-return.
Helen moved to her seat with a loose, easy, almost wanton glide as she pressed, her hands against the boy's chest to calm him down. He stared at her, almost slavering as he decided he really did feel more than lust for her. Christ! He wanted her! He had jerked off more than a couple of times since, just thinking about her. When he had fucked two other girls also on summer vacation at the nearby beach, he had imagined them to be his Aunt Helen.
"Relax!" she said, staring at him with her wide blue eyes. "We have the rest of the morning and the early afternoon. Your mother won't be back until two, if that early, and your father and my husband won't be back until four or five."
Jesus! She had the whole thing planned.
Zip was stunned at the idea. He had no idea he had aroused such lusts in the woman, and realizing it gave him a sense of importance the like of which he had never enjoyed before. He had figured her as really being difficult, and his mind had been conceiving of various ways to break down any new mental barriers she might have constructed. To find that there were not any barriers, but in reality only greater desire on her part than on his, really had his balls tingling.
"What is it, Zip?" she asked, her voice almost sultry. "Were you out to prove your manhood with me that other time, and now that you've proved it, you feel you don't have to do anything move?"
"Hey, don't talk like that," the boy said, squirming. "I told you, I love you, Aunt Helen. I really love you. I just sorta figured you might be having second thoughts and all...."
"Oh, I had second thoughts," she admitted. "And third thoughts, and fourth thoughts, and fifth thoughts, admittedly all of them about you. I'm not going to go into detail as to why I've been thinking about you. But I'll tell you this. I'm yours for as long as you're interested in me, and for as long as you respect me."
She was suddenly standing, swaying her body from side to side, a female naturally seductive as she took the boy's hands, pulled him off the bench, led him to one of the large chairs in the cabin near a dark corner where they were able to look out the window and see for miles. Because it was bright outside and dim inside, they were able to see out while anyone outside would not have been able to see them unless he had his face pasted right up against the glass.
Helen plopped the boy into the chair, and she stood behind him as they both looked out the window, noticing there was no one for miles around. Her soft, cool hands began massaging his neck, rubbing, soothing, enticing the youth. Her hands said it all. Words weren't necessary at this point. She wanted him and she was making no bones about it, no reservations! As a result, Helen felt the cords suddenly tighten in his neck, as male urgency blasted through him. She knew he was struggling, doing his best to try and hold onto some sense of dignity. After all, he had been the seducer the first time. Now he was the one being seduced. Her fingers continued working on his neck, and she decided she would be damned if she would let this fifteen-year-old boy regain any kind of poise. Thinking back to the way he had seduced her, she remembered how childish, girlish, she must have seemed. Well, it was time for the boy to understand that although they were having an affair, she was a woman, and not some schoolgirl.
The feel of the boy's firm, almost leathery tough muscles under boyish skin excited her beyond all. reason. She wanted him to stand and act like the tiger he had been moments earlier. He had almost pounced on her then, and she had restrained him, not out of fear or modesty, but simply knowing that making both of them wait a little longer would make everything feel that much better when the time came. Now was the moment for him to tear off her robe and fuck her. She had always hated the way her husband had plunged into her like a rutting Brahman bull, basically because her body had never been prepared for him. But all those masturbatory exercises had gotten her well-prepared, and just thinking about being with this boy had her cunt a seething swamp of juices ready to be ravaged. His slender young boyish form loomed in her mind, a golden lion, not a cub any longer, but still not full-grown. He was at that stage in life where he was unpredictable, but not yet dangerous. Still, he was no one with whom to trifle because definite thought patterns were starting to form, and to harm him now would be to ruin him, emotionally. However, Helen was definitely not in a trifling mood.
Zip felt the messages being telegraphed by the pressures of Helen's fingers. She was working around his neck, and then little by little she began sliding her hands farther apart, moving them in wider, more sweeping circles against his shoulders and shoulder-blades, caressing his two collar bones, and then sliding her long fingers against the smoothness of his chest, then back to his nape again. Her arms pulled the collar of the loose robe away, parting the folds. Then the arms slid around him like two twining snakes, from behind. She clasped his young body and pressed her cheek against his soft shoulder, kissing his neck softly.
Zip was unable to take this kind of teasing. When Rhonda did something like this to him it almost always drove him out of his mind. Now that his Aunt Helen was doing it, doing it with less expertise than Rhonda, yet with greater sensuousness, he allowed himself to endure it for a few short moments, trying to make himself believe this was all a dream, not yet really happening, but the realization soon dawned on him that he was as desirable to this older woman as he had been to all those girls he had fucked over the past years. His aunt's touch, though nowhere near as expert as Rhonda's, or for that matter any other girl, drove him into a frenzy because she was the one woman he had desired for so long. He realized she was as hot to trot as he, and her desire was not to simply fuck, but for the fucking to take place with him.
It had been far easier than Zip had imagined, and as a result the victory ought to have been less rewarding. But it wasn't. Knowing Helen as he did, he realized, young as he was, that she was responding to him because she had a lack of genuine love in her married life. He would never be able to offer her permanence, but at least he was capable of offering her something good while the relationship between the two of them lasted. Unlike his Uncle Andy, he would never do anything to hurt Aunt Helen. He would give her all the love he had in him, for a little while, anyway, and he would make sure she was fully satisfied each time they did connect.
He turned in the oversized chair, his arm sweeping behind and surrounding Helen's waist. With some little effort he tugged her into his lap and kissed her hard on the lips, and she responded with greater fervidness than he had hoped for.
"What're you trying to do, Aunt Helen?" the boy asked, his voice hoarse with lust.
Helen merely smiled and leaned forward, kissing him again, covering his mouth with her moist lips as she ran her slender tongue between his teeth, touching each tooth in turn. When it touched his tongue, it was as if sparks were set off in her mouth.
She moaned with the demanding cry of a hungry female animal, yowling almost like a wild alley cat, her hands reaching into the tousled folds of his bathrobe and running her eagerly anxious hands over his body. She stroked and scratched greedily at him, eager for him to respond to her.
Zip ran his hands over her slenderly smooth hips as her buttocks rested in his lap, and then his fingers caught the sash that held the robe closed. He tugged at it, and the sash opened, falling away. The front of the robe fell apart like state curtains, and behind them was revealed that wonderful sight he had seen once before. His hands anxiously reached inside, tugging the satin material farther apart, touching the even smoother, silkier texture of her delicate skin. His hands wasted no time cupping those full, ripe buttock-melons, grasping and squeezing the delectable asscheeks, his nostrils filled with the exotic scent of her tantalizing perfume. He wasn't the least bit surprised to find she was wearing nothing underneath.
Her breasts, like the last time, were soft, but firm, high-set and delightful as she leaned forward and ground them against his chest, making him aware of their demand for attention. He yanked the robe off her shoulders and tugged it out from beneath her asscheeks, tossing it to the side, baring her delightfully shapely torso. Her lips and tongue flicked over his handsome face, and he felt as if he were being burnt by hot campf ire cinders. His mouth found her ear, and his tongue began exploring, probing the sensitive opening with an erotic expertise of sorts he had developed over a period of time. They responded to one another naturally, caressing, kissing, their tongues moving against one another's skin with increased tempo, and it was all orchestrated by the soft moans and sighs coming from Helen. Pleasure was rampantly charging through her. She had waited a long time for this, and she wasn't being disappointed, not in the least.
The boy rose from the chair in a single easy motion, lifting Helen and carrying her in the cradle of his arms. He knew there was always the possibility of his mother, his father, or Helen's husband interrupting them, yet he had no intention of letting her go now that they had come this far. Instead, he carried her to the fourth bedroom, the one no one ever used. It's back window looked out over the distant lake where his father and Andy were fishing, but once again, the room was dark, and it was bright outside, so anyone inside was able to look out, while anyone outside was not easily able to see anything within. More important, the only way to approach that window was along a small, narrow trail strewn with the dead leaves of countless years, and easily audible to anyone inside once the window was open. Equally important, if someone came in the front way, the odds of them looking in this bedroom were small, giving them time to slip out the window, along the trail, and into the covey of bushes around the side. All this went through Zip's mind as he sat on the bed, pulling the woman's nakedness against him.
Helen lay against his chest, her breath coming in quick, feverish pants as she kissed him, her tongue licking his face, her own face pressing firmly against his as her golden hair tumbled down and formed a curtain around them for the moment.
Zip reached down and touched the honey-gold triangle between Helen's thighs, and the beautiful blonde woman gasped, delighted to once again be touched by caressing fingers that cared what they were doing-fingers that teased rather than hurt as they explored. Impatient to be one with the boy, Helen tugged the boy's robe open, more anxious than ever to have his strong arms around her while his ramrod of masculine meat eeled its way between her feminine lips, burying itself in her womanly chasm. She was eager to feel the hot, pulsing jet of sperm squirting into her vagina, because this time the sperm belonged to someone who cared about her as a person, and not to a vicious beast.
She surrounded his young cock with her hand, aware of how much thicker and longer it was than the last time, but also aware of how much greater it was by far than her husband's. She wondered if her slender body was capable of handling something like this considering how difficult it had been to take Andy's cock in any of her orifices.
Her fingers ran up and down the throbbing lance, caressing the spear-head of skin, a wonderful, soft-yet-firm texture of rubberiness, and she instinctively knew this was the kind of organ designed for the giving of pleasure, not pain. She was aware that the boy was completely circumcised, and the smooth, delta-shaped head had reared itself, proud and free at the striking edge of the hot, meaty probe. She liked that; so hard, so clean, so ready. Not that Andy wasn't clean. Whenever he perpetrated his outrages on her, he always did it with a clean cock. Even when he had forced her to suck his cock after shoving it in her ass, it had been clean. She attributed that to the fact that she, herself, had good hygiene habits.
Her hands stroked and glided over the penile cylinder. She felt like a chorus girl fondling her first mink coat.
The boy's hands were busy, too. He was exploring the gentle softness of her white, inner thighs, tracing and re-tracing the line where her vaginal lips came together in a squiggly kind of way. Fingers were separating her labia, and then a forefinger was sliding between the inner lips, into her womanly cave, rubbing against all the smooth walls of her inner passage, seeking the hard, round pearl of her pink clitoris.
"Haaaaa nnnnn gggggg hhhhh! Zipppppppyyyyyy-y-y ... oooo ooohhhhhh ... that feels so good ... so good ... so good...."
Helen spread her thighs that much wider and allowed her young lover's expert hands to continue exploring the very core of her sexual being. He was compressing his thumb and forefinger gently but firmly around the nodule, and just as tenderly continued yanking on it as if masturbating a tiny penis, massaging and pressuring it again and again. The touching continued, and the beautiful blonde writhed with eagerness, for she felt herself being brought to greater heights of passion than ever before-heights her husband would never be capable of bringing her to. Helen writhed with eagerness, impatient to finally have this boy's cock invade her body, because it would be the first cock to fill her with love instead of mere lust.
Then the youth surprised her. Zip arched his body up, drew in his legs, and he crossed them over each other, yoga-style, the heels firmly resting on opposite thighs. Helen looked at this odd posture and wondered that he was-limber enough to get into such a position. But then, the boy's body was so limber, he was capable of almost anything. He looked very relaxed, natural, and ready.
She slid off his lap, got up on her knees, and remained that way, facing him.
"A girlfriend of mine taught me how much fun it can be this way," Zip explained, for by now he was aware of Helen's need to be fucked by him as she was, but he wanted to keep her on top, to make sure she felt as if she was the aggressor at all times. There would never be any question in the minds of either of them as to who initiated this in the cabin. The only thing Zip had to look out for was an occasional attack of conscience on Helen's part.
The boy smiled at her and drew Helen to him by her slender waist. She let him lead, following eagerly, filled with curiosity, almost amused at the sight of him sitting cross-legged like a Buddha with his thick, powerful cock rising from the seat of his lotus position like a long, thick, prickly cactus.
The boy lifted her slender, tiny body up and tugged her torso against his, pressing his hungry mouth between the swells of her lovely breasts. Helen automatically wrapped her legs around his body, her heels pressing against the base of his spine, one on top of the other as she clung to him. He held her poised above the horn of his pulsing cock, and now he began lowering her gently, slowly, a little at a time, inch by inch, perching her tender-lipped pussy on the point of his penis, easing her down until her wetly hungry vagina succulently slid over the upstanding prod and covered the entire quivering length of the organ.
Helen's lips quivered as lust scrawled itself on her face. This was the first time any cock other than Andy's had entered her body and it was s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o good. For every bit of pain Andy's cock had caused her, this one brought her tingling thrills and enjoyment. Her fingernails dug into the handsome boy's shoulders as the hard rod of masculinity continued sliding deeper and deeper into her womanly cove, filling it as it had never been filled before, and then filling it some more. The sweet, oil-soaked hunk of masculine meat moved higher and higher, sinking ever deeper, and her legs squeezed themselves around his back, tugging her cunt closer and closer as her labia nibbled on the base of the organ, trying hard to suck his scrotum in, as well. Slick, slurping sounds came from down there, and the sounds filled Helen's head with thrilled delight, for each slurp made her tingle with feelings she had never had before. This was what fucking was all about. This was the pleasure, the enjoyment, the delight, the wonder. This was-everything.
"I love it," she whispered. "And I love you."
"I love you, too," he smiled back, kissing her lips.
She was pinned on the upstanding pillar of utter pleasure, locked in an unbreakable copulative union. His cock was an upright root jammed into the deepest part of her, and she felt as if the hard, thick cock had penetrated her cervix and had pushed its way into her uterus.
Helen delighted in this face-to-face intimacy. Her husband had always had her either on her back or on her belly, but this was the first time she had the feeling she was taking an active part in the copulation. Her hands were free to do as they wished-to touch and explore all the intimate parts of his body not buried inside her.
The boy's lap held the roundness of her buttocks comfortably, and she felt a sense of security she had never had with her husband. His hands were running riot over the abundance of breast and flat belly she presented to him, and she rubbed up and down against his back with her thighs. His hard hands waged a subtle but uncompromising campaign over the length of her delightful body, probing her soft flesh with his fingertips, lightly pinching her slender ribs, cupping her high-set, solid breasts, gently tweaking her rosebud nipples, making them bloom and flower with uncontrolled passion.
Then his hands slid around behind her, sliding between her shoulder blades, seeking, finding sensitive spots, pressing in and causing signals of delight to charge uncontrollably through her nervous system. Tingles ran down to her buttocks and up to her neck, and her carotid arteries throbbed until her head fell back with her eyes rolled up, seeing nothing as she lived only to feel the satiety of the lust continuing to trammel through her. She gasped as the boy kissed the pulsing artery on the right side of her throat, nibbling with his lips at the tender flesh, biting, exploring, using his tongue in a pantomime of predatory carnal feasting.
Helen wanted to move, to begin churning and frenziedly grind the container of her vagina around the pylon probing her interior so that her long-delayed orgasm would be set off.
"Now!" she gasped to the boy. "Bounce! Move me! Fuck me! Do it to me, now! I'll go out of my mind if I don't come! Please!"
"No!" the boy told her. "I've done a lotta reading in a lotta books, and I had a chance to practice some of these moves with other chicks, Aunt Helen. Now you do like I tell you, and I promise you, what you feel is gonna be outta this world."
Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped. "All I want is to really feel that cock of yours scrub my interior. My husband is an animal, and he's never made me come. When I was with you, two weeks ago, I had my first orgasm. I don't want to learn anything imagine, yet. I still have to discover how good a plain old-fashioned fucking can be. Please!"
"Do it my way, Aunt Helen," the boy begged. "Believe me, you're gonna love it that much more. Just close your eyes and let your mind concentrate on what you're feeling. Concentrate on being inside your cunt. Feel my cock in there."
"I can feel it," Helen grunted, concentrating, thinking how wonderful the great, solid tumescent lance stabbed through her womanly strait. She did as the boy told her, remaining still and unmoving. There was an inner feeling she had never known before, and she knew now that the boy was right in what he was trying to convey to her.
Using willpower, straining her muscles, she forced her vaginal walls to tightly contract around the pulsing organ, wanting to caress it, to love it, to reach into her cunt with her hands and pet the throbbing cock. Now she was no longer a shell containing a cunt. At this moment in time she and her cunt became one and the same; a deep, dripping center of consuming lusty carnality. Helen discovered that not only wasn't she frigid as she had supposed all the times her husband fucked her, but she was basically a woman with more heat than she was capable of handling.
Little by little she discovered the spasm on which she was concentrating was happening automatically. Her vagina continually applied strong pressure to the penile root. Yes, her cunt had a life of its own, pressing, rubbing, coaxing the sperm forth like a milkmaid's fingers tightening around the udder of a cow.
Helen found herself losing control over her body. Even as her cunt contracted and expanded, compressing tightly around the throbbing penis, she found it impossible to sit still. Her body jerked up and down, up and down, and then the boy's hands gripped her waist as he said to her, "Don't, Aunt Helen. I'll tell you right now, I've had my share of cunts in my life, but I've never felt one of them able to squeeze my cock the way yours does. If you move it'll be a waste. Let your cunt do all the work-all of it! Don't move!"
Helen was filled with a rapture the like of which was totally unimaginable. She was learning imagine kinds of sexual enjoyment from a fifteen-year-old boy. Within, she discovered her body was slowly building, building, building to complete orgasm, but climbing on an ascending scale that increased geometrically, like the Richter scale. Her interior was frenziedly undulating, the inner tissue flexing against the cruelly demanding phallus.
"Unh! Anh! Ooonh! Please! Please! I've just got to have it! I have to! Oh, God! Zippy, Zippy, let me move ... let me fuck ... I can't stand this any longer."
"You can take it," the boy perspiringly insisted. "In fact, you'll find that as time passes it'll get even better. Don't think about it. Just enjoy it. That's all!"
He was anxious, but somehow he managed to keep his voice calm and reassuring. God! This was really the first time he was trying this out. All the other times, the girls had been impatient and they had started bouncing. Not even Rhonda had been able to keep her cunt steady, and he was beginning to wonder if there was a female in America capable of withstanding this position he had read about in The Ananga Ranga.
The calm in his voice belied his anxiety, but it helped soothe Helen. He sounded detached from all this, far, far away, and as a result Helen slowed down, though inwardly shuddering. She chastised herself for acting so childishly in front of the boy, yet in her mind she had built him up to where she believed he must have been fucking younger girls for a long, long time to have gotten this far and to know this much. She almost felt ashamed, seeking such immediate satiety. God! This was uncontrollably overpowering.
She relaxed, resting on the upstanding length of his impaling spire, feeling the organ probe all the more deeply into her womanly trench. The great unmoving instrument within her was like a musical instrument for her to play. It was stiff, solid, unyielding, and stoking her furnace of insatiable demands. The pair of them sat locked in an embrace of total wanton love, and had anyone been observing, they would have thought the couple cold and unfeeling, uncaring and unmoving in spite of the lines streaking across both their faces. Helen was shuddering with unfulfilled need, her face a rigid mask of lust.
Zip was able to feel the frenzied throbbing her vaginal walls created around his prodding penis. Though he hadn't had much practice at self-control, something within had him keeping himself from spilling over. He smiled to himself as he realized the wondrous charges zipping through his Aunt Helen. She had confessed to him that her sex-life with Uncle Andy was a total washout, a bust. Well he was making her feel things she had never felt before. She was making him feel delight as well, delight no other female had been capable of making him feel. Christ! She was really something. Not only that, but when he started the parade of guys, she would become really battle-hardened, and when he fucked her, she would soon be teaching him all the tricks.
Helen was well aware her orgasm was close, very close, only the littlest bit of feeling away. She ached for the boy to thrust straight up into her, as if pulling a trigger and shot gunning the feeling through her.
Please ... please ... please...." she murmured. "Oh, please...."
"Any moment now," he reassured her, whispering to her, yet remaining unmoving.
Helen suddenly realized she was the woman and the cock on which she was setting belonged not to a man, but to a boy. She was tortured with the suspense of waiting, and she became angry that he was treating her like an immature girl his own age rather than the woman she was.
But without realizing it, the agitated squirmings of her sucking syrupy vault was settling into a slower, steadier, more rhythmic pounding timed exactly to her heartbeat. She felt the lightest brush of orgasm, then another brush, and then the mounting, building of the oncoming climax as it began rippling through her cuntal cave. The inner beat continued, her cunt-muscles contracting all the more tightly around his pulsing cock, throbbing with a steady pull as the sensations became wilder.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" she gasped, and suddenly she was out of strength. She didn't have the energy to attain orgasm, and she began sobbing as she fell forward, clinging to the young boy as if he were her only salvation in this entire world. She clung to him, unaware that in spite of her collapse, her inner cunt was continuing to work without her mind telling it to, and she suddenly felt as if she was sitting on a mound of burning lava inside a volcano, rising higher and higher, and suddenly an eruption of uncontrollable consequence took place as a titanic blast of wonder went off inside her. The sensations within squeezed her body to its limits, rocketing her past every plateau of sexual pleasure she had ever previously experienced with him, and then the explosion seemed to all but take her apart. The blast seemed unending, uncontrollable, and her entire inner self seemed to come totally apart.
"I'll II'MMMMM ... GGGGGG HHHHHA AAA-ANN NNNNGG GGGHHH HH ... COMMMM Mil IIINNN NNGGGGGGU UUUUUN NNNGGG GGGHHH HH ... AAAAAR RRRRGG GGGHHH HH ... OOONNN NGGGGH HHHHAA AAANNN NNG-GGG GGHHHH HH ... DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP ... MORE ... MORE ... GIVE IT TO ME ZIP-PPP PYYYYY YYYY ... GIVE IT TO MEE EEEE ... GIVE IT TO MEEE...."
She was a writhing, screaming, squirming uncontrolled woman who was finally learning the meaning of total fulfillment, squealing as she wriggled and twisted on the unmoving tower locked in the center of her interior. Her cunt crushed around it, and that was when the boy lost all control.
"AAA AAIIII IYYYYY AAAAAG GGG GHH-HHH AAANNN NGGGGH HHHHHU UUUUUU UNNNGG GGHHHH HAAAAA AARRRR RGG-GGG HHHHHH AAAAAU UUUUWW WWWWAA ARRRRG GGG HHHHH!" he bellowed, and began firing spurt after spurt into her. It was painful, yet it was a pain he had to feel, because he would have been inwardly blasted apart had he not felt this pain.