Carlotta Graham - An animal threesome

Denny sensed that she was reaching across a previously unbridged gulf, and he wormed his middle finger deep into her saliva-moistened anus. It went in easily, the hole having been lubricated by his saliva, enlarged by this tongue. At the same moment, he began concentrating on her tiny, hotly jerking clitoris.

Cally writhed and twisted, babbling wild mewls of passion, her face was twisted in a grotesque masque of feral lust which was almost frightening in its intensity. She was close. Closer. This was it. Now! It could not be denied her. "Oooooohhh… ohhhh, God! GOD!" She chanted as he screwed up into her hotly clasping young cunt harder with his tongue. She was only vaguely conscious that his hands were teasing her anus and clitoris with tingling fingers of flame, and she gasped hoarsely, walling with a breath that came more and more rapidly. His big implacable twisting tongue burrowed ever deeper into her pussy, and she could feel it trembling deeper inside her – flickering, touching, licking everything.

Suddenly then, the massive towering storm clouds of lust in her cunt split wide open in one gigantic thunderclap of sweet agony.

She had bridged the gulf and now she was soaring wildly, higher and higher… higher… she was there!

"I'm cumming. Oh God. Don't stop. Don't ever stop! Oh! Oh! Ah! AHHHH AAIIIEEEEEEEEE!"

Denny Reed's head was almost knocked off his shoulders by the violence of her pelvic thrusts as she jerked and heaved her wildly clasping pussy against his face. Once, she hit him so hard that he thought for sure his nose would be bloodied. Her legs, locked around his head, had tightened like the grip of a boa constrictor, and her heels beat a rhythm of sheer lust against his shoulder blades.

Finally, the tumultuous storm ended and her ravaged body settled back completely relaxed on the motel bed. Now she could feel the coolness of the bed beneath her, the dampness of her forehead and loins.

Denny continued gently kissing and nibbling at her vaginal lips until he felt the last delicate tremors subside, then he pulled his head clear of her still hot, wet cunt. "Well?" he asked softly, casting off the black silk Chinese robe that had been a gift from his remarkably sensual next-door neighbor, Loretta. "Well?" he repeated.

The only answer was a sudden welling up of tears in her eyes, and the water began streaming down both sides of her face. "I'm so ashamed," she sobbed.

He stroked her arm gently. "Don't be. You're beautiful… you deserved that…"

"But… but we're not… even engaged!" The pious girl told him.

Denny laughed. God! He didn't know there were still young innocent virgins like this one left anywhere. But, holy shit! She was sure one hot little tiger when she got going. And she had come, but his cock was still red-hot and hard and needing its release. He didn't answer her, he only knelt above her now, his face twisted in hungry passion. Her eyes trailed on down his broad chest and flat stomach to the erect penis which stood out like a canted telephone pole from his dark curly path of pubic hair. His hand began to stroke his cock, pulling the foreskin slowly back to reveal the one Cyclopean eye which peered at her. Lord! It was so big! Far larger than she had ever imagined a man's penis would be. She was terrorized by the immensity of its girth and length. My God! How could she ever take that inside of her.

"It's my turn now, my little love," Denny said, watching her face fill with distress. "I'm going to fuck you, baby, and when my cock gets all the way inside you, you're going to experience ten times the pleasure that you just now had. I'm going to fuck you, baby, and you are going to love every second of it."

His obscene words both frightened and excited the sweet young minister's daughter, but she could not tear her eyes from that monstrous rod which he held in his hand. She gaped at it in awe as she found her mind wondering if he really could bring her pleasure; after all, he had been right before! He had brought her up to, and then escorted her through, thresholds of unbelievable sensuality and carnal delight that she had never before believed could exist.

"Put it in for me," he said.

"Oh, no Denny. Dear God… no. I can't. Please!"

"Do it," he said, softly but firmly.

She started to protest, but when she saw in his eyes his contagiously heated desire, she dropped her hand between their bodies where it encountered the red, hot throbbing immensity of his maledom. "Oh God…" she moaned, as her fingers tightened around the thick fleshy hardness. Fear welled up in her as she only then fully comprehended the enormity of his prick.

"Go on," he whispered, lowering his hips between her widespread thighs.

"Put it in… right now… as easy as you like, put my hard cock in your sweet little virginal cunt."

He dropped across her, the hardness of his mammoth cock pulsing against her soft white thighs, his face looming above her, so handsome in its passion. She didn't think any more about what was happening as she guided the fleshy shaft to the passion drenched mouth of her pussy. The thick, bulbous head scraped electrifyingly against her cuntal lips, then pressed slightly inward, causing shivers of new unwanted pleasure to surge through her abdomen. She didn't move as she felt the pressure increase and the small, virginal cuntal opening starting to stretch. Perhaps the sensation she felt could be called pain, but it was pain with an indescribably sweetness, so gooooood, not really pain at all.

"Oooooooooh, God. You're a tight little cunt," Denny breathed. "It feels so good, baby, your pussy is so good."

He pushed again, and the ponderous head slowly pressed into her wet, hot palpitating opening. She was so well lubricated from his tongue fucking that he knew it would be good for her too…

And it was wonderful for the young girl as she felt the full length of his hardness scraping at every hidden spot of delight within that musk-scented, honey sweet pussy, and felt his cock head hammering at the portals of her untouched little womb. Slowly he thrust into her, inch by inch, until he could stand this exquisite torture no longer. He jerked his hips forward in one final thrust and his hard, hot cock roared into previously untouched territories of her most sacred, treasure… what her religious mother had always called her most precious sanctuary.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh," Cally wailed loudly, as the lust-hardened pole of male flesh cut deeper into her than she could have imagined. He filled her almost to the bursting point and she could actually feel every muscular ridge of his corrugated cock through the hot moistened walls of her vagina.

Denny lay still for a moment. Never before had there been such a tight little cunt; maybe he was just used to Loretta's, hot but well used pussy. But this virgin's cunt seemed to grip his prick like an iron fist encased in a satin glove. Gradually he began short little movements in and out of her cunt. As her passage became accustomed to his barbaric instrument, the whimpers of pain and protest gradually changed to little chants of pleasure. Denny started rotating his hips, grinding his maledom against her vagina until the mushroomed head was beating relentlessly against her hot pulsing cervix. He rocked above her, thrusting with long, smooth motions, rising and falling, rising and falling.

Cally had begun moving her hips in unison with his simultaneous harmony. Already she felt tremendous jolts of pleasure arcing throughout her abdomen. Already her body was feeling more than she had ever dreamed possible. Her mouth opened and closed in wordless comments, some of them prayers for forgiveness, as shining little beads of perspiration seeped to the surface of her upper lip. Her neck tendons swelled, then grew taut, with the hoarse panting of carnal joy. His giant throbbing cock buried deep inside her pulsating cunt and her love starved vagina together formed a lewd, wetly sounding symphony of lust in the motel room. No longer did she think of anything, of her parents, of the church… of morals… nothing. Automatically, her body reacted and greedily sought more and more pleasure, and the obscene words boiled out of her lust-constricted throat. "Oh God, oh God. Don't stop."