Ian Stuart - Home-Made Loving

Bigger than your boyfriends?” He looked down and taking it in his hand he ran his fist up and down it a few times, making it harden and swing around to slap him on the belly, the great beef-heart knob covering his belly-button and then some. “I never took a boy that big, nor anyone that big, for that matter,” she murmured. “Can I feel of it?”

She reached out and took it and he removed his hand. She was astounded at how small her fist looked beside the huge cock; in fact, her fingers could not touch around its thickness. He was beginning to get horny and she felt the throb of his heart through his prick.

“Have you ever jacked your old man off?” he asked, his eyes watching the up and down movements of her fist, making his rod harder all the time. “Sure, all the time. And we fuck whenever we want to.” She eyed him slyly. “Have you fucked your mother?” He hesitated and blushed and then nodded. “Yes.” “Don't be ashamed of it. People are what they are, that's what my dad says. Mom left and he started playing around with me. Finally we began fucking and he said that was what no doubt kept him from going to some whore and getting a terrible disease.” She got to her knees beside him. “Can I suck you off? If I do, can you come again right soon, so we can fuck?” “Sure. I can come twice in a row anytime. Sometimes three!” he boasted. She grinned. “That's super.” She leaned over and turned him so his cock pointed right to her lips. Slowly she lowered her face and then her pink tongue came out and licked the knob, all around the slit, and then gave the entire knob a fast lapping, making his nerves tense. She ran her tongue down the underside of the knob, where the nerves center and there nibbled and sucked for a long time. Holding his cock so it would not slide away from her, she opened her mouth widely and centered it right over the slit which was oozing with cum-juice. But her red lips, parted as widely as she could, would not slip down over the knob. It was far too broad. It would have been like taking an entire orange into the mouth.

How his mother did it, he never knew. But he could see that Cherry was not going to get it into her mouth-cavern at all. “Just suck on the end and lick it fast,” he murmured, feeling his cum roiling in his balls which were tensed and drawn up tightly against the shaft of his cock. “I have never seen one that big in all my life,” she told him. She did as he suggested and, sucking tightly upon the slit, rolling his balls in her hands and licking the sensitive rim of his cockhead, soon had him breathing hard and hunching gently at her mouth. “Soon, now, Cherry,” he gasped. She could feel his cock tensing, becoming hard as steel in her fist. It swelled impossibly and then, as she sucked hard, a glob of cum spurted deep into her mouth and spatted against the back of her throat. Fastening her mouth more firmly to the cockhead, she sucked and moaned, as she began to experience a steamy climax herself, her cunt quaking and quivering, letting hot streams of fuck-juice run down her thighs. She breathed hard, sucking in his creamy cum, and then she licked his cock until it was soft and every bit of his cum was swallowed down into her stomach.

“Gee, that was fun,” she gasped, finally letting him go and lying back on the sandy loam. He leaned over her and kissed her, tasting the saltiness of his own sperm on her lips, and her tongue gyrating around in his mouth. She began to breathe hard again and her hips were making little fucking motions. “Can… can you get hard now?” she asked after about ten minutes of that kind of jousting around. “You haven't looked or felt lately,” he chuckled. She looked as he swung above her and his huge, nine-inch cock swung into view, fully erect, making her draw in a deep, shuddering breath again. “God, Tim, you are going to split my cunt in two pieces,” she breathed, her eyes still disbelieving what she saw. “We'll take it easy,” he said.

“If it hurts you, we'll stop.” She widened her legs and raised them, spreading her tanned thighs as he lowered himself to her.

Without guiding it, the huge cock nosed in and touched her clitoris, rubbed up and down the slick, hot groove of her cunt and finally settled its nose at the entrance of her vagina, pressing between the unfolding and hot, slick outer lips. There, once in the right place, Tim let it rest, nestling close and making a little room for itself.

The lips of her cunt folded about it, covering only half of the huge knob, but holding it firmly, as she made the muscles of her cunt work, as suction, drawing it tightly against her yearning love-nest.

Their mouths warred against each other. Her tongue was halfway down his throat, licking, slurping, moaning. Her hands roamed his back, caressed his asscheeks, and one finger ran down the crevice of his ass to finger the puckered little hole there, making him flex himself and drive the throbbing head of his cock nearly all the way into her cunt. She flinched and drew back, then moaned and tried to widen herself so that more of it would slip into her. She rolled her hips forward slightly and shoved her cunt higher, and his cockhead snapped in through the muscular ring of her vagina. She gasped and clutched him about the shoulders and hunched desperately at the huge insertion that had invaded her cunt. She flinched and cried out and then relaxed, letting her heels lower and rest upon his naked, quivering buttocks. “My God, Tim, that's like being fucked by an elephant. Is the head in yet?” she gasped, sweat beading her forehead.

He leaned up and glanced down between their sweating bodies.

“Yeah, it snapped in just then. Let it lie there a bit, and then it will be easier. The hardest part is over.” He settled upon her and caressed her tits, making the large nipples stand up and quiver with his pinching and gentle prodding. Her hips continued to make little fucking motions, so that he was in a continual, steel-hard state of erection. She breathed hard, moaning a little, and then rolling her head upon the loamy ground. Finally, feeling the tissues of her cunt relaxing, he pushed inward, parting them and making the entire vagina walls stretch and ease before him. He pushed with steady pressure until half of his cock was in her, wet and slick, throbbing with his need to shove it all the way up her cunt. Cherry was wild with passion and with pain-pleasure of the moment. She writhed beneath him, her body making patting noises as it hunched rapidly up and down the mammoth cock-shaft he held steady for her to work out on.

Their juices ran and mingled and there was a liquid, squishing sound in the small, pine-shaded Eden. She moaned and clutched him and hunched up and down faster, until her mouth grimaced in the effort.

Finally she approached her supreme moment, her eyes widened and she yelled. “Ooohhhhh, God damnit, Tim! I can't hold any longer! I'm cooommmmingggg!” she squealed and wrapped her legs about him, thrusting up until she encased more than half of his huge rod, and then hung there, suspended, as her body was wracked again and again by gigantic throes of climaxes, one after the other. She twisted and sobbed, and heaved her body against his, making their sweaty skin slap in her motions, her full tits thrusting and pressing into his chest, the nipples spike-hard. He groaned and knew that he was at the point of explosion. He felt his cum gather, poise, and then lift him over the mountain and then gush in a solid spurt into her cunt, again and yet again. Then the pulsations became slower and slower and finally he lay and quivered, his cock still thrust deep into her straining tissues, her cunt stretched impossibly to receive him. All he had spurted out into her remained there, for there was no way it could seep back along his cock, so tightly did it fit into her vagina.