Chapter 9

Her asshole tingled as she thought of accepting his long, snaky dick into the depths of that forbidden tunnel, and she was as heated for this new experience as she had been the first time she urged Robbie Marshall to shove his rig into her sucking cunt. It was another use of her body that she just had to experience and understand. Even if it hurt. And she could not imagine how it could be totally painless. Shoving all that lovely root up the wrong entrance was bound to sting a little!

"Where do we do it?" she asked.

"That's a question that will have to wait a while for an answer," Lenny replied, smiling weakly, like a track star who has just finished running the half mile.

"Huh?" she asked.

"It is, you may have noticed, not quite up to fucking into your pretty little butt."

She grabbed the flaccid dick. "How long?"

"Twenty minutes? Half an hour?" he offered, shrugging.

"Like shit," she said.

"An inescapable fact of life, Lori," he said.

"I can shorten that to three minutes," she said.

"Oh?"

"Damn straight!"

"And how would you manage that?"

"I'll show you."

She moved in between his long, well-muscled legs again, grabbed the loose prick that flopped over the bulging sac of his testicle. She opened her mouth, took the wilted penis into it. It was not more than six inches long now, and because it was so rubbery and flexible, she was able to twist it about to fill up her entire mouth, stuffing it in until her pert little nose was shoved right into his belly, into his pubic thatch, and her green eyes were looking up at his belly button.

Lenny watched her, aroused by the bulge of her cheeks, caused, he knew, by the full length of his deflated prick stuffed between her lips. He ran his fingers through her long, yellow hair, and thrilled up his spine as her hard nipples grazed his legs.

Lori pursed her mouth, sucking on the cock, too much of it to really work well. But she liked the sensation of finally being able to encompass all of him, and she did not release any of the warm fuck flesh that she had so deftly taken between her lovely lips. She reached fingers down, tickled his nuts, dragged a nail gently across the base of his scrotum. She teased his asshole with a finger, then worked the same digit in to the second knuckle, all the while pursing her pretty mouth on the massive weight of his long, warm tool ...

"God, it's getting hard already!" he groaned, now pistoning his hips a little to get more sensation from the girl's expertly sucking mouth and wriggling tongue.

Lori did not need to be informed of the change in the status of his pecker, for the meat had begun to stiffen seconds ago and had begun to force its way back her throat so that she had to let go of some of it-or be strangled because of her own greediness. Slowly, moment by moment, it rose until there was more out of her mouth than in.

"Suck it," he urged.

She continued to suck, though she knew she wanted it in cunt and asshole before they were finished, and she was not about to eat another-load of come this afternoon.

At last, she released it. It hung before her, like a live animal, the great purple head almost a deep blue along the very rim, as if it were so tightly packed with the blood of her cousin's desire that it would explode and shower the room with its contents. Saliva dripped off the tip, shone wetly the entire length of it. It trembled, hobbled as involuntary jerking movements made it do a dance before her face.

She kissed it again.

A bead of come welled out the slit.

She licked it away.

"Now?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, now!"

"Where?" she asked.

"Here. On the couch?"

She ran her hand over the material. "Looks like it would stain," she said, smiling at his eagerness to sink home into her, no matter where they were.

"Right," he acknowledged. "That was a bad suggestion. My room."

He led her up the stairs, into his room, which was decorated with pop posters and the paraphernalia of college-age youth. It was not, she thought, a particularly impressive room, as if Lenny went along with whatever was in vogue at the moment, without much of a deep interest in things himself. But at this moment, she did not care about the fine points of Lenny's personality, only about the reaming length of his hard cock, which was still like a rod of steel as he pulled her down onto his bed and began kissing her, probing deeply into her mouth with his tongue, kissing her breasts, rubbing his hard cock over her legs.

"My cunt first," she said rather breathlessly. "Then you can jam it up my ass and come later."

He probed the thin root into the first few inches of her cunt, then suddenly slammed the long cock home, to the balls, the last inch or two of it past her womb entrance, so deep that it hurt-and yet drove her instantly into a bouncing, wet come. God, she had never thought he would be able to ram it all the way in without blowing her skull open!

"Fuck me, Lenny ... Jesus, it's so deep! It doesn't ... fill me ... up ... thickness, I mean ... but it makes ... up for ... that ... in its length ... beautiful, beautiful hot wang ... "

"And your cunt ... like fire ... sucking hell ... out of me ... jam it up ..." He fucked harder, thrusting, thrusting, almost without regard to her own tender little snatch. But this time she did not care that he was a rude lover, for she was coming and coming at the feel of his long root probing depths she had not ever had probed before, with either Robbie Marshall or her own father.

"I'm going to come!"

"Not in me!" she wheezed, though she really wanted the thick fuck juice of his balls to slime her inner fleshes, remembering the burning thrill of feeling her father's cock pulsing out wads of sperm into her pretty little box.

He yanked his cock out, fell against her, somehow managed to control the building tension that had brought him to the brink of thick ejaculation. She expected the chugging curds of milk to gurgle out between them, but he managed to hold it down.

"In my asshole!" she said, grinding her cunt against him.

"We'll need some Vaseline," he said.

"Get it. Quickly!" She was burning up, eagerly awaiting the thrust of that root into foreign territory.

He left the room, was back from the bath in seconds, the jar of joy jelly in his hands. He was grinning, and as he walked swiftly toward her, his big dick bounced and swayed and made her groan. He lathered the length of his fuck rod with the petroleum jelly, then put a gob of it on one finger and worked it into her bunghole as she lay on her belly. Even his finger in there was getting her hot, and she wondered what it would be like when he stuffed it full of other things.

"It'll hurt at first," he said.

She gritted her teeth. "Go ahead."

"Tell me if it hurts too much," he said.

"Fuck me, damnit!"

He chuckled.

She felt the head of the dick probing at her asshole as he used two fingers to spread the puckered entrance. Then the bulbous mantle forced into her. She screamed and lunged.

"Hurt?" he asked.

"RAM IT!"

He rammed it. All ten inches of that impossible dick fucked deep into her shit tunnel, and she slid forward, banging her head against the headboard as she came a long, thrilling time, her climaxing exploding, it seemed, in her intestines as well as in her pretty cunt.

His balls slapped against her cunt meat as he stroked out, then slammed back into her asshole. While he was still buried to the depths in her ass, she reached back, barely managed to grasp his nuts, separated them, and pushed one of the globes through her cunt labes so the nut was nestled in her steaming twat. Prick in asshole, ball in cunt. She groaned, came again.

He stroked back, and the testicle popped out of her dripping sex hole, slimed with cuntsop, quivering and ready to burst forth the fruit of its constant labors.

It seemed that she came with every wild plunge of his super-heated cock, every slap of his bulging nuts against the steaming entrance of her now neglected quim.

He was making inarticulate noises, deep in his throat, noises that made no sense, except as they were vocal interpretations of the wracking joy that twisted his body and bade him to fountain up his youthful supply of creamy fertility.

She found she was slobbering against the pillow which her face was driven into. She giggled, came as he fucked harder. There was pain. Certainly there was pain. But the joy was so satisfying, so complete, that she could withstand the agony for hours, if that was possible for him, just to experience the waves of Greek pleasure that spun through her pretty body, that made her tits weep some thin fluid now, like milk, even though she was not pregnant and was not freshening.

"You're the hottest piece of cunt and ass I've ever fucked!" he wheezed, never breaking his pace. "You're every inch a woman, Lori. Every cell a bundle of sexual heat. God, I could fuck you for days without stopping I think!"

His compliments, his arousing descriptions of her body, only served to drive her into a wilder fucking frenzy. She humped her ass up, slapping it into his stomach, trying to jam his dick even further into the tight hole it occupied.

"Oh, Lori, Lori, Lori ..." he moaned.

Then his hot come wads burst like bullets from the slit of big meat, and she felt the burning fluid scorching down the tight tube of her anal passage, finding nowhere to go, squeezing back, surging against his dick as he fucked even more cream into her.

A million and ten years later, he pulled his shrinking penis from her asshole and flopped onto his back, beside her.

There was a gurgling noise, and the sperm he had creamed into her bunghole bubbled and squirted back out of the tight channel, ran down her thighs and down the crack of her pretty butt.

"How was that?" he finally managed to ask.

She did not answer.

"How was that, Lori?" he asked again.

Silence.

He discovered, then, that she has passed out at the peak of her last, dizzying explosive climax ...