J Long: The town sluts

She was doing a very good job.

Buster's prick was rising fast and hard in her gobbling mouth. Shit, only four inches of his cock was outside her cocksucking mouth, and he knew that a lot of his prick had to be in that tight-sucking throat.

"Ooooooh, whatta cocksucker! Oooooh, whatta throat! Jesus Christ! Easy, Becky, easy! Shit, I'll shoot in your fuckin' mouth if you don't suck easier!"

Becky sucked easier. She didn't want his jizz coming into her belly via her cocksucking mouth. She wanted his jizz in her belly via her cocksucking pussy.

And besides, she had to slow down because there was about four inches of prime cock-meat that she couldn't gobble on because she had never sucked a foot-and-a-half-long cock. Oh, there had been plenty of foot-long cocks that she had sucked and fucked; and they were easy to munch on for a girl who's blown about eighty-four pricks in the last four years.

But this cock was enormous.

She stopped sucking, moving back on the cock very slowly, her mouth becoming a Hoover vacuum cleaner as her head raised up.

"Ooooooooh, God! Jesus! Your sucking's so good!"

Becky's mouth popped off the cockhead, and she took a good grip on the shaft to hold it upright, to make it stand very stiff and all so she could grab the yardstick and measure what her mouth had built.

Wow! An eighteen-inch prick!

Jesus! The guy wasn't human! No human had an eighteen-inch prick! Christ, how do guys get eighteen-inch pricks? Pull on it every hour? Do stretching exercises? God wouldn't dare bless a baby boy with a cock that would be eighteen inches when the boy became a man, would he? Becky was awed by the prick she held tightly.

It was like seeing the Empire State Building for the first time. Or the Egyptian pyramids. It was the eighth wonder of the world.

Buster grimaced. "Goddamn, Becky! You're squeezing the shit out of my cock!"

Becky nodded, smiled wryly. "Will it hurt when we fuck?"

"Nah, my cock's never been hurt when I fucked a chick."

"No, no, what I meant was, does it hurt the girl when she gets fucked by your prick?"

"Yeah, they scream a lot."

"Oooooooooh."

Buster was going to tell her that some girls had refused to sit on his prick for fear that it would feel more like an ass-backwards childbirth. And some refused simply because they knew after they'd fucked Buster's prick that their cunts would be too loose for any other man and they'd have to keep hounding Buster to fuck them. And some refused because they were fearful of heights, like standing on top of the Empire State Building.

He was going to tell her all that, but he didn't get the chance. He didn't get the chance because Becky's pussy was poised over his cock ready to scale the heights of his Empire State cock.

Then her pussy wasn't poised over his cock any more. Her pussy was plunging down very rapidly, and Buster could see his shaft bending this way and that as her cunt sat on his prick.

"Aaahieee! God! Whatta cock!Jesus ! It hurts so good!"

Buster broke out in a sweat. Sweating like after hour-long workout on the punching bag. Perspiring like after an hour with the old medicine ball. But, whereas he usually felt pain when he worked out, he now felt pleasure as his cock was smothered by the hot, squishy flesh of a cunt that was being spread open by his prick.

"Aaaiiieee! God! God! God! No cock's every been this deep before! Christ! It feels like it's in my belly!Oh God! It hurts so good! Shove it in!" Shove it in?

Christ, she had been doing all the shoving and pushing. She had been the one who wanted to fuck his foot-and-a-half-long cock. Christ, Buster was a counter-puncher, not a boxer.

Then he felt her cunt-lips snugging around the base of his cock, and his prick felt like it was fucking a tight, meaty toilet-paper tube instead of something that belonged between the long lithe legs of a secretary who craved eighteen-inch cocks.

Becky felt his balls nudging her asshole, and she knew that his cock was all the way in. God, it hurt all around her pussy, inside and out. And the agony of his cockhead as it throbbed against her womb, and all those other things that God had put into a woman's belly so that they could feel how good an eighteen-inch prick felt as opposed to the everyday, average-sized, ten-inch cock.

Yes, there was a lot of agony in fucking a guy with an eighteen-inch prick.

But it was worth the effort, the pain, the labor, the sweat and the agony. Shit, it was like childbirth where the woman screams about her pussy feeling like it was being ripped inside out, but once the task was accomplished, there was always that look of serene happiness.

Now Becky was very happy. Serenely happy.

And Buster was happy, too. Because now that the fucking had begun, now that she had forced the action, he went into his role as a counter-puncher.

He grabbed her asscheeks very hard – oooooh, why did her ass feel like warm hot-cross buns? And he started lifting her up – ooooooooh, why did her cunt feel like a warm greasy rubber glove that had been placed on his cock and was now being pulled off?

Becky shuddered as her cunt-lips gripped the barrel of his cock as she was raised higher and higher-seventeen inches higher with just the throbbing glans acting as a stopper for all the hot cunt-juice that threatened to pour from her pussy.

"aaaaiiiieeee! Oh God! I can feel your cock throbbing against my clit! Oh, please! Jam your cock into my pussy! Oh Christ, whatta huge prick! I can't stand it!"

Buster's arms were running with sweat. His fingers felt like tense piano wires as he maintained his grip on her hot-bunned ass. He moved his hips in a clockwise circular motion.

Which tends to move his cock in a clockwise motion. Which tends to tease a chick's cunt as his glans throbs and moves against her oozing cunt-lips and erect clit.

Which made Becky hotter than hell.

It made her sweat a lot, too. It made her anticipate when he was going to shove his prick into her pussy after teasing her clit with the head of his cock.

"Ooooooh, please! please! Let me fuck your cock! Please don't tease me any more! I can't stand it! My clit's burning up! Ooooooh, please don't tease my clit any more!"

But Buster was content to tease Becky with the clockwise motions of his cock. His arms were getting a very good workout.

"Please! I can't stand it! Don't tease me any more! Fuck me! Fuck me! I can't stand it!"

So Buster didn't let her stand any longer. He let her go.

And her cunt came crashing down on his cock, smothering his prick in a pressuring ooze of meat and muscle, of sweat and sweet cunt-juice.

"Aaaaiiieeeee! Oh God! It's so huge!Jesus Christ! Your cock's so God Damned huge! I love it! It hurts so fucking good!"

Then, with Becky's hot cunt filled with his cock, Buster started into a counter-clockwise movement with his hips.

Which tends to move his cock around in her pussy like a baseball bat that a batter waves in the air before stepping to the plate. Only his cock wasn't a Louisville Slugger because it didn't have Babe Ruth's signature on the shaft, and it wasn't made of wood but, solid, blood-throbbing muscle.

Beck collapsed on Buster's chest, let her titties smash against the hard sweaty flesh of his upper torso. She couldn't believe how much pleasure was coursing through her pussy as his cock did magical things while it moved in a counter-clockwise motion.

Her clit was being rubbed raw. Her cunt-tube was being stretched by a cock that felt more like a bat. Her womb was being entered where no average-sized cock had ever entered.

She was, to say the least, getting fucked.

And she liked getting fucked. In fact, she loved getting fucked. Especially by an eighteen-inch cock owned by somebody who knew how to use his eighteen-inch cock to satisfy a woman's fuck-need.