John Douglas - Wild cherry

One arm went about my neck, but the other hand held my cock in position as I began pushing, spreading the membranes into a taut circle as the head entered her cunt.

"Uuuugggg Hhhhh!"

I felt it at the instant of her sharp cry. It felt as if I had reached the bottom of her cunt just inside the tight lips. I gave a little hunch that pressed the head of my dick against the barrier and she gave another half-scream.

"Nooooooo! Don't! Please!"

I waited as long as I could. The hot grip about the tender glans was building my desire into frightening proportions, for the lips of her pussy were constantly shivering and spasming.

I once had a girl blow me like that and it drove me up the wall. She fastened her lips about the very tip of my cock, shoved her tongue between her teeth and wiggled it against the slit until I shot off like a cannon, unable to get it any further into her mouth, but hunching crazily as the surges of ecstasy charged through my jerking prick.

"Wiggle your ass, baby!" I pleaded. "You can take it!"

I managed to keep a constant pressure while she worked her hips in a grinding circle, rubbing the hymenic membrane against the head of my cock. If there was the slightest opening in that rubbery barrier, I couldn't feel it. All I could feel was the caress of the sliding tissues and the constant gripping of the surrounding lips. The motion of the waterbed amplified her wiggling and we both whimpered.

"Push harder!" I begged. "Jesus! I've gotta have that!"

Her face twisted with effort and she chewed her lower lips as she gave a shove that sent pain racing, through my prick. I could imagine how it must have felt to her.

"I can't!" she cried, sobbing with frustration. "Goddamn it for being like that!"

She slid her other hand between us and wrapped all ten fingers about my prong, shaping a channel which terminated in that mushy crevice. Carefully, she adjusted the curl of her little finger and palm to hold the lips of her cunt in perfect position. I knew what she was trying to do and I gave a cooperative and experimental stroke.

My prick slid back, the head pulling out of the membranous grip and up into the firmer clutch of her encircling fingers. Then, tensing my hips to keep them from slamming down and tearing into that delicious slit, I drove back through the warm pressure until the head sank into the hotter wetness again, shuddering to a halt as it pressed the maidenhead, drawing a suppressed grunt from her tightly drawn lips.

"Can you fuck me like that?" she whispered frantically. "God! I wish I could take it! I want to feel that big prick deep inside my pussy!"

"Anyway, baby!" I gasped, giving her another stroke. The motion had spread some of her slippery juices back into her palm and it felt almost like the real thing. "I can't stand this!"

"Neither can I!" she groaned. "I want to fuck, Steve!"

She was actually sobbing as I stroked through those shifting fingers and rubbed the head of my prick against her sealed cunt. The pressure stretched the tight folds and pulled her clitoris into a taut stretching with each insertion, letting it spring back again as my cock slid upward through the now-slippery grip of her two hands.

I discovered a delightful movement. I would pull back very slowly until the head was about four inches from the lips of her cunt. Then, carefully judging the distance, I shoved with a hard, rapid thrust, halting my forward motion just as the tip effected an entrance through the hot curtains. The sudden stop made the waterbed jiggle and the effect was a gentle frictioning of her cunt about the head of my prick.

"Ummmmmmm!" she murmured. "That feels good! It's makin' my little clit dance all over the place!"

My hips performed that movement again and again, sawing my cock through the clutch of her hands and dipping into that juicy crack, until the pounding goodness became too intense.

"I'm gonna come, sugar!" I panted. "I can't wait!"

"Come!" she urged me. She had arranged her hands so that my pubic arch met the thumb and forefinger of her upper grip with each stroke, so she felt confident that my huge prick would not penetrate beyond that teasing entrance. "At least I can have that!"

The ecstasy became a straining rope in my balls, drawing tighter with each delicious stroke. Then, with a surge of gut-wrenching pleasure, the cord snapped and my semen spurted against the pulsating barrier of her virginity, puddling to lave my jerking cockhead and being smeared by the frantic squirming of her ass as her pussy exploded in a matching climax.

"uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhh!" she grunted, working the straining tissues against the jetting tip, their rubber grip contracting and relaxing as her orgasmic spasms harmonized with the violent throbbing of my prick. It was all I could do to keep my hips from ramming my pole into that greedily twitching cunt.

"Oh God!" she panted when her legs finally slid down along my thighs and fell weakly to either side. Only her hands retained that vigilant grip on my prong, the fingers milking me gently, as if imagining how it would have felt had the savage finale occurred inside her still shivering pussy. "That's the closest I've ever come to being really fucked!"

I rolled off and my body bounced in slow motion as the bed adjusted to my new position beside her. She turned toward me, touching my nakedness with breasts and thighs, her belly pressing my still hard shaft between us as we kissed, our tongues rekindling the passion of incompleted coupling.

"I want it in me!" she groaned, licking my mouth with bold sweeps of her tongue. She suddenly leaned away from me, staring into my eyes with a fierce gleam lighting her own. "Maybe you can get it in my ass!"

I could only guess at the tightness of that small opening, but I was just as eager as she to invade some portion of her responsive body. At least there would be no barrier other than the size of the channel itself.

"Are you willing to try it?" I asked huskily, pinching a nipple and making her wince.

In answer, she forced herself to a sitting position, angling her knees outward. Her pussy gaped its cream-filled lips and the ropy semen trickled lazily downward through the narrow crack. With a grin, she drew three fingers upward through the crevice, gathering the slippery liquid and transferring it to the head of my rearing cock, smearing it into a glistening coat with fluttering touch. Then, hiking one hip, she repeated the gesture and massaged the slick juice into the striated circle of her tiny anus, probing with one finger until it slid inside, disappearing to the second knuckle as she worked it about to enlarge the opening.

Her lips tightened as she forced a second finger in alongside the first, wiggling them as I watched in excitement, my cock stiffening to a new hardness. Finally, satisfied that she had made it as ready as possible, she rolled over onto her belly, her buttocks curved and enticing in their dusky moundings. She twisted her head to stare at me, her face serious.

"Even if I beg you to stop," she said thickly, "do it anyway! I know it's gonna hurt some. But I've got to have it! Put it in all the way, Steve! No matter how much I scream! Shove it in there and fuck me!" She moistened her lips, slowly and sensuously, teasing her teeth with the tip of her tongue.

"Rape me!" she breathed. "Make me take that big prick!"

Her legs parted, making way for my knees as I mounted her, my cock throbbing with eagerness. The little wrinkled circlet of her asshole, slippery with the fluid she had placed there, sucked in and out as her body tensed in preparation.

Gripping my shaft at the base and bracing myself with a hand on her satin-smooth back, I nudged the dark circle, making sure the tip of my cock was centered. Her buttocks tightened and their warmth squeezed me. She groaned.