Chapter 8

I don't exactly remember how it happened. The last thing I remember was being at a picnic, fucking for about ten people in the woods, going back and drinking ourselves silly. And now, here I was, in bed, somewhere. I knew it was late, because the room was in total darkness. I wondered how long I had been sleeping, wondered how long I had been here, wondered where Emily was. But as I turned over in bed, I saw that gorgeous hunk of man laying next to me, illuminated only by the moon. None of this seemed very important to me, anymore. He was gorgeous, and how ever he got there, I was pleased ... happy for it. Even in his sleep, his cock was up and ready for action ... fully erect and ready to fuck me.

Gently I began to shake his shoulder and then moved my fingers down over his hard, brawny chest, through the thick hair and closed my trembling fingers around his big cock. It surprised me; its thickness was greater than I expected and it was longer than I thought. His body stirred, drowsily, like he was having an erotic dream. But suddenly his eyes popped open, wide and he, too, remembered where he was-and with whom.

His hand reached out and grabbed hold of one of my tits and he began squeezing it, playing with it and sending thrills to all parts of my body. It only took him half an instant to wake up, to be fully alert, and he turned and took me in his arms, encircling me in that ring of massive muscle, crushing me close against his body, squeezing my big melons against his chest.

"Oh, baby, I'm so fucking hot. So fucking horny. I could fuck the daylights out of you," he whispered into my ear.

"Don't worry about being hot and bothered," I confided. "I'm sure I can take care of that," I said, squeezing my hand on his dick.

"Show me then, baby. Show me how good you are. Show me what you can do in that case," he said. "Show me what you learned from me," he continued, rolling onto his back once again, offering his body to me, with his hands behind his head.

"Alright, sweetie, I'll show you how good I am," I answered, moving down between his legs until my head was hovering just above his tremendous manhood.

Without any delay my tongue darted out of my mouth and I began to lick at his balls, began to flick it along the length of his hot, sensitive cock. He shivered as I let my tongue run rampant up along the long huge rod and stop at the tip. He groaned, moved slightly in the bed and reached and grabbed my head.

"Eat that prick, baby. Come on, eat it, good! Let me give you a good fuck. My cock is aching to fuck that mouth of yours." His voice mumbled almost incoherently.

His words cut into me, sending thrills racing through my brain, sending rockets shooting wildly to every part of my body. It was great; it was marvelous, being here with him, so uninhibited, so free to do whatever we wanted. That's the way it was with me. That's the way it would always be with me, as far as I was concerned.

I opened my lips wide and took in the thick hard head, sucking it past my lips, and then moved my mouth hungrily downward, over the stem until I felt it pushing ... sliding into my throat. I stopped and began moving my mouth back and forth on what I had in there, slowly at first, then increasing the speed with my own excitement.

I began to move my mouth down harder, pushing it against the unyielding shaft before me until I gagged ... could hardly breathe. But over and over, I sucked him off until finally I made it all the way down on him and had his whole cock swallowed down my throat.

The saliva was running freely down my chin, running down the stiff shaft into the matted thick hair below.

He moaned, low in his throat, like an animal would do when he was fucking his mate. He began to move his hips up and down in perfect time with my hot, moist mouth.

He braced his elbows on the mattress and grabbed my head, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding me firmly between two large, strong hands.

"Don't move any more. Let me do it. Let me fuck you," he demanded. And I obeyed; offering no resistance, letting him hold my head in place just as he wanted it.

It was very slow, very, very slow, at first. His hips moved only driving the tip in between my lips. Over and over he let me have that big throbbing head in my mouth, driving me insane, teasing as I licked and sucked wildly on the tip, letting my tongue slide down along the ridge into the little hole on top and taste some of the reward I would get when he was finished.

But he couldn't continue like this. His passion was mounting, as was mine, driving us insane. He plunged deeper, now, sending his thick cock further into my mouth. Inch by inch he pushed it in until the tip passed the back of my mouth and I swallowed him into me, again.

When he had succeeded in getting his whole cock into my mouth, succeeded in positioning my head in such a way that it could slide down my throat easily, he picked up the pace and began fucking me furiously in the face. Over and over, faster and faster he moved, until his whole body tensed and I was sure he was going to shoot, sure I was going to have that hot cum running down my throat. But suddenly he released my head and pulled his prick from my mouth.

He was ready now. Ready to stick that enormous cock up my cunt. And I was ready for him.

He pulled me in close to him and then pushed me back against the mattress. I let my head rest on a large pillow and smiled up at him as I opened my legs wide and raised my arms in a gesture, of total, complete, acceptance, complete surrender.

"You're good, baby."

"You're not bad yourself," I answered.

"You're some hot fuck!"

"That's what I'm waiting for-a nice hot fuck. A big dick like yours shoved up my cunt."

"You're gonna get it!"

"When?"

"In about five seconds!"

"Promise."

"You know it!"

"Okay," he said, "Open those legs-wide!"

"My pleasure," I answered. "Hoist that pussy up, baby, so I can get in there."

"Yes sir," I said, smiling again.

"Open up, baby," he demanded in a coarse voice as he positioned his own body and pointed his weapon toward my cunt.

As I felt the tip slide in I gasped and clutched at the hunk of man looming over me. I tried to pull him down on top of me, tried to get that prick all the way up into me. But he held me steady.

"Hold it, baby. I got nine hot, throbbing inches for you, and you're going to get it all, but you're going to get it my way. But just take it easy!"

"I'll try," I said.

"Okay, baby, now take it slow," he continued, as he pushed harder, driving it into my body.

He lowered himself down on to me and I felt his body pushing gently against my tits. He was on his hands and knees over me and the hair on his chest just barely touched my nipples, which were straining upward, erect, aching for the touch of his hard body. He moved his body from side to side so that the nipples moved through his wiry hairs like two pink fingers moving in a black jungle.

I drew in my breath sharply, and raised my legs around his waist, pushing my heels into his taut buttocks.

I grabbed hold of his broad, muscular shoulders and pulled towards me ... pleading with him without words, begging him to get on with it.

Slowly he lowered his hips lower until the huge head of his prick moved in further along the canal; moved up higher into my warm quivering cunt. His prick was rock-hard, like a lead pipe. It felt like a crow bar was probing, prying me apart, opening my lips as he slid forward and pushed more of his hot flesh into my already wrecked insides.

I could tell by how he was straining himself that he must have wanted to shove it in and fuck me, one, two, three, and give me the full, hot load that was waiting to shoot out of his body into my trembling belly, but he was the type that wanted a nice long ride. He wanted to fuck for a good long time. Wanted to give it to me from tip to end, over and over until the two of us went mad with desire.

He let himself down onto his elbows and covered my mouth with his own, letting his tongue slip in between my open lips and give me thrills.

He slid his knees down a little so that his long shaft massaged the inside of my hot, red folds of cunt lips. He was lowering and raising his ass a little bit each time, giving me a little more of his prick, giving me a little more of the cock I wanted so badly all the way in me. He was giving us both enough time to savor every inch, every sensation that was moving through our bodies.

"Faster, baby, I gotta have it. I need it bad," I cried out to him. "Show me how good you can fuck me. Fuck me good, hot nuts. Real good. Hard. Fast."

"Take it nice and slow, baby. Nice and slow. Else it will be over before we want it to be."

I could hardly control myself anymore and my neck seemed to have a neck of its own; my head rolled back and forth out of my control. My legs increased their grip on his waist. I was holding on to him so tightly that he had to strain to prevent himself from being pulled down on top of me and filling me with his meat, filling me to the hdt, with his hard, hot, sword.

I felt my fingernads digging into his shoulders and it seemed to drive him into me further. He was breathing hot and hard and being turned on more with each second that passed. I knew he was enjoying the sight of me squirming around under him, in agony ... needing him to give it to me, to fuck that cunt the way I had to have it. I knew he must have enjoyed the sight of this bitch, desperately desiring him; desperately needing him to fuck her. He must feel like some sort of ancient God.

But suddenly, as if he lost all control, he lowered himself down onto my body, crushing me, squeezing my big, soft tits with my hard nipples and letting his cock slide all the way into my wet, hot cunt, which was already tightening ... jerking, holding on to every hard inch of him that he had offered earlier. He was driving me insane, there was no question; pushing me further than I could ever remember being pushed by any man.

"How is it?" he asked.

"I love it!"

"How much?"

"More than I can say," I moaned into his ear. "Give me that beautiful cock," I begged. "Let me have it between my legs. That's where it's all at," I gasped in ecstasy, not trying to hide any of the passion I was feeling. Not trying to be calm. I loved it-loved every inch of him.

His balls were floating around in their sacs, swimming in juice that was just aching to shoot out. Aching to shoot into my squirming cunt. And I knew the pressure in his cock must be mounting until when he came it would be powerful enough to rip my insides loose.

He wasn't moving, now. He was just laying still, letting me do all the work. Letting me fuck his cock for all I was worth. Letting me grind my hips. Letting me bump and grind his body. But I couldn't get very far without him cooperating. I couldn't lift his weight and only an inch or so moved in my cunt.

"Take it slow, baby," he demanded through clenched teeth.

"I can't," I moaned out.

"You gotta!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna fill that cunt full of hot cum and it'll be over."

"I can't," I moaned again. "Sure you can," he said, grabbing hold of my hips and holding me steady; holding me still in position.

"I didn't say a word; didn't do a thing. I just dug my finger nads into him hard, trying to get him to fuck me. But with him holding me still and not permitting me to get any of the fucking motion inside of me I began to float back to earth. I began to come back to reality, slowly, but steadily.

After a short time had elapsed, he began a slow in and out movement, giving his prick a gentle push and allowing it to bury itself up to the hdt in my cunt. It felt wonderful having my cunt completely full of him; completely wrapped around him and squeezing at the hard flesh of his prick. It was wanted, I felt sure. It was what we both needed. His prick on the brink of exploding. Every nerve in it was on edge. My cunt was as hot as liquid lead wrapped around his prick and aching for every thrust of his hips.

Then suddenly, he stopped again, pulled out completely, pulled himself free of my hole, leaving me flat, leaving me lifeless under him. He got to his hands and knees once more above me.

When he was in position he crawled toward the head of the bed and stopped only when his big dick was hanging ... big, hot and angry like a club right over my face.

Slowly ... evenly, with little pressure, he lowered it toward my mouth and used his stiff flesh to spread my lips apart.

I opened them slowly, gently, and he lowered his large cock head right into position, filling my mouth. I raised my hands to his ass and began to finger his anus, his balls, and began to pull him into me harder ... faster, tighter.

That's great. You've got some hips," he sneered.

I wanted to cry out and tell him what a cock he had, tell him how good it was, tell him how good it tasted, how good it felt, but I couldn't say anything. I could only moan.

I could see him, see his head as he watched every movement, as he watched his huge dick digging further and further into my mouth. Like a drill, he moved into me.

My lips closed over his throbbing prick and my mouth ... my tongue worked in lazy circles.

I felt like a charge of high voltage electricity was running through my body as I began to shake ... quiver, beneath him, tried to take more of him into my mouth, tried to swallow him down my throat, again.

The sensation was unbelievable as he continued lowering it deeper into my throat, feeling the muscles in my throat collapse under his forceful persuasion. My tongue was going as if it had a mind of its own.

It seemed like we had been in this position forever, and I didn't mind. I reveled in the feeling of him lowering his cock into my face slowly, filling me over and over, letting me suck on his huge cock head, watching me choke and gag on his meat when he buried it down in the depths of my throat.

My own excitement was rising, bringing me to the boiling point, rising out of control, as I laid beneath his body, eating his prick, and my tongue raced out of control, working with maddening joy, probing, licking at the hard flesh of his manhood; massaging the rod that was deep in my mouth until the guy on top of me could stand it no longer.

He pulled away and moved down my legs, spreading them wide as he went. He buried his face into the moist patch of hair over my cunt. I began moaning out loud the moment his hot tongue touched the outer lips of my ravaged pussy. His talented tongue began to drain the tension out of me and I began to relax into a euphoric haze, engulfed in a blanket of depraved passion.

"Come on, baby," he said, "tell me how much you like it."

"It's heaven," I cried. "It's just too good to be true. Too good to be really happening."

I could tell I was turning him on again. His tongue was darting in and out of my cunt, going insane, sucking on my clitoris and moving all over my body. He came away from my cunt and began licking up and down "on my sides, high, making me writhe and quiver with excitement.

My head was thrown back across the pillow and my legs spread wide. My knees slightly raised, and my stud was sprawled between my legs on his stomach, his hot mouth poised directly over my burning woman flesh. He was watching it and staring at my cunt as he opened the lips with his finger and began looking at my swollen clitoris.

He was exploring all of that luscious, moist, pinkness, and with each of his movements he made me move ... wiggle a little more on the bed.

My clitoris was standing up like a toy soldier, tall and proud. And he gave it a firm lick with his stiff tongue as I gasped out loud, spreading my legs even wider for him. Then he began running his tongue all over the inside until it felt like he was moving up one side of the erect, swollen clitoris, and then down the other side of the hole which had such an effect on the destiny of mankind.

"That delicious, gaping hole; that cunt of love, that molten hole of fire, that glorious cunt," I thought to myself as I felt all the pleasure generating from that source.

Before he shoved his tongue in fully, he stopped for a second and then stiffened it and lifted the inside wall of my pussy. I felt the softness, the wetness, pressed against his tongue, the availability of which turned him on.

His chin was saturated with my love juices and his cheek was slippery as I moved myself up and down on it, giving me more of a sensation.

"Please, baby, I've gotta have it now. No more torture. You have to. You have to give it to me. You have to fuck me. You have to do it to me. Now. You have to do it to me now."

"Alright, baby," he managed through clenched teeth. Pulling away from my cunt he rolled over on his back next to me, holding his dick up straight in the air. "Okay baby, you want it? Go get it. You know what to do!"

I jumped up and straddled his body, grabbed him around the neck and bringing my moist lips against him, allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth, moving around and playing tag with my own tongue. As he continued to thrill me with his maddening french kiss, I gradually moved into position so that my cunt was poised over the head of his stiffened joint. I began squirming wildly as I settled over him and worked it into me, deeper and deeper. It seemed to take forever, until, finally it sank all the way in to the base and the sensation rushed through my body like a giant tidal wave washing over the sea.

Finally it was complete. Finally he was all the way inside of me again. Deep into me; every bit of him, sending sensations racing through me such as I had never experienced.

I sat up straight and spread my legs as wide as I could so as to tighten the connection, to allow him to give me more of the hard, throbbing staff between his legs. Slowly, I started moving up and down in a riding motion as he lay still beneath me. I fucked him for all I was worth. All he had to do was lie there, sprawled out on the bed and enjoy himself. He could hold on to my tits, play with them, do anything he wanted, because I was wildly humping away on his shaft. I was moving like a crazy sex maniac and I loved it! My cunt was flowing so freely it was running down the length of his cock. It glistened in the moonlight and his brush was matted with my juices.

Nothing mattered at this point. Absolutely, positively, nothing! When I was joined together with a man by something like he had, I enjoyed every second of it.

I was moving quickly, now, fast, furious, on his large sword that slid home into its sheath every time I completed a stroke. My ass repeatedly slapped against his hard brush making a loud sucking sound that drove both of us on further ... faster, exciting us both to our limits. Before long, the bed springs groaned out beneath us, registering their complaints as we bounced up and down began singing an erotic sound that inflamed us still more.

It was wild ... wanton, and we both knew we were going to come any minute ... any second it was going to happen and we couldn't stop it.

He grabbed me, suddenly, and flipped me over on the bed without taking it out of my cunt or missing a single stroke. With another switch and tug, he got me under him.

I was back on the mattress now, with my legs high in the air, crazy out of my mind with passion ... excitement. I needed to be turned on, now.

He took over the humping as smoothly and as automatically as I had been doing. We continued in the same rhythm, but this time it was running down the home stretch. We were racing out of control, now, running for the finish line.

He hunched down over me more closely than ever. His rough coarse hair scratched my tender nipples and I tightened my legs around his waist, bringing my arms up around his neck.

He shoved his hands under my back and moved them down until he had a soft ass-cheek in each hand, then he started fucking harder and harder, and drawing me upward with his strong brawny arms, so that his cock drove steadily down into my cunt and filled me completely.

"Give it to me," he cried, "Give it all to me!"

"It's in, baby, it's all in," I whimpered back.

"Squeeze it. Work at it. Love it. Suck it. Work that cunt on it. Work those muscles, baby."

I let out a yell of joy and began moaning more loudly than I had all evening-all week. I didn't care who heard me, not caring who I disturbed. I was too far gone, too involved in my fucking.

"That's it," I heard his voice, "That's really fucking. Keep it up, baby. Turn me on." he cried out, oblivious to everything. Oblivious to the world, oblivious to anything but his thick nine inches that lodged deep into my cunt.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he screamed over and over, clutching me tighter than ever, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass.

"Give it to me," I shouted back. "Give it to me, good! Give me every last inch of that cock ... all of it. Juice me up; fill my cunt full. Beautiful men! Do it!"

Then it happened and the flood squirted insanely through the long shaft of his joint and it jerked spasmodically as I felt it flood into the dark, hot, wet sweetness of my cunt. And my own cunt burst. And he kept plunging into me as my love juice flowed. Oh, the sensation was unbelievable. It was almost painful. But it was beautiful, wonderful. Too fabulous to be pain. It was living.

Suddenly Emily burst into the room, looked around and started yelling about who's living. But we didn't care. We were too exhausted and completely spent to care. We both just lay there, his massive tool slowly softening and still oozing its thick cream while his chest rose and fell. And for my part, I couldn't have cared what happened. My whole body was numb except for my pussy, and it felt heavenly. I could feel the juices still seeping from the distended hole, leaking from between the relaxed and swollen lips, making a puddle under me that could only serve as a testament to joy.