Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

Oh God! I'm lost… lost! Nothing can ever take the place of this… of him! I know it! I'm certain of it! I'll… I'll do anything he tells me! I will! I will! Oh… oh… oh…!

She groaned throatily, sounds that were originating deep in her chest, while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her narrow damp slit, starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic-like rimmed opening of her now gently clasping vagina, and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. She felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then raise and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her desire wracked breasts, exposing the white flat plane of her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.

"Oh… beautiful… beautiful!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity he was subjecting her to, and at her own over-powering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God… truly, he had aroused all of the latent wanton bitch within her, she had ever possessed! If there had been any shame or humiliation before, it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding through her whole being! She was in heaven… or was it hell? So? So…? She never wanted him to stop! Never… never!

Max could hardly believe it! His stuck-up, cold-nosed, little China-doll had seemingly gone smack assed to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. Christ, she tasted like some delicious nectar of the Gods, themselves. In his most warped and sensual dreams, he could never have imagined anything, or anyone, so delectable. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to him… without the least struggle… Shit! Every broad had a hidden hot streak that set her off once you found it… but this gorgeous creature was beyond belief! She was like some Godamned nympho who'd suddenly been relieved of a chastity belt! She was out of her mind in sexual lust… and she was driving him even further out of his! Hell, there was no question… she was his own private piece from now on… forever, may be! Christ, his cock ached like someone had been beating on it with a hammer, he thought, as he ground it into the cushion, feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cunt lips brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks, a tremendous feeling of power sweeping over him.

He'd never had any doubts but what he was going to fuck her… subject her to any and every indecency he could think of to help satisfy his bitter, revenge-filled hate of that bastard-husband of hers who'd cheated him out of his vendetta, but it'd never occurred to him that she wouldn't fight off his advances in shame… that she'd be such a hot little bitch, squirming under his tongue the way she was… completely at his mercy… her tight little pussy loving every minute of it. And he, himself, blowing his own mind over her… hell, it was crazy!

He brought her legs back down and listened to her helpless moans as he increased the lapping of his tongue, slashing it up and down through her seething vaginal slit. If she'd been laying that Halo punk, or anybody else, they damn sure hadn't been taking care of her… either that, or she was some kind of Godamned hot box, and he couldn't buy that… not that he should let it make any difference to him, but he'd never seen a bitch let down the barriers so quick, and he knew it couldn't be the brandy because she hadn't drunk that much. No, she just needed it bad, and she was getting it… but this was just the be ginning!

Hell, she was all ready too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her now, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins he began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and to, her receptive passion captured body, just as he used Lily and the rest of the cunts to sate his lust. Christ, if he could only see her, he was thinking, as her hands began to desperately entwine in his hair, manipulating his face harder toward the small, clasping opening of her vagina.

Max rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and listened for her groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. He responded, ovaling his lips and pressing tight to her passage-mouth; he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking, throaty moans from the depths of her chest. He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically in a rhythmic sucking cadence, trying to pull the invading lingual organ deeper and deeper into it.

Susan whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of his voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She sensed her complete loss of body and mind control. Her brain reeled in its mesmerized state of ecstatic sensual bliss.

Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her sexual genitals were a whirl pool of rapture. And then, he was moving up over her. She felt his tongue trail upward along her belly into her navel, again slithering upward, leaving a hot wet path as he crawled over her until he found the elongated nipple of her left breast, and then the right, sucking and bringing salacious gasps of additional pleasure from her. He kissed her while simultaneously, he forced her smooth, white thighs wider and wider apart.

She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had brought her so much delight, tasting her own cuntal nectar there and gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal-thought of it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of his long, rigid prick against her thighs, its contact with her hot flesh like a searing rod in the hand of a puritan church-warden, endeavoring to prod her into the wakeful realization of her wanton carnality, but instead she hungrily reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her sex-famished brain.

Max raised up above her to allow her access and she clutched its heavy, solid thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily, at the feel of the hot massive spear she encircled with both hands, her long slim fingers barely going around it.

"M-My God!" Susan gasped. "It's… it's tremendous! It'll never fit…! I-I'm not big enough…"

"How bad do you want it, baby?" be hissed down at her.

"Oh… oh, I do! I want it… need it so bad!" she choked, almost tearfully.

He bent down and kissed her once more, then she felt the bulbous, blood-inflated head moving up and down, parting the soft dark pubic hair between the palpitating lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden, the small mouth of her tingling vagina pressed open. The tight elastic entrance offered near-virginal resistance; she held her breath as the tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the pain from the hard, cruel pressure.

"Aggggghhhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the harsh torment increased.

Max felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful protest; he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth, and he shoved a little further, causing her to emit another long, low groan from deep in her throat.

"Aaaaagggggghhhh! Oh… oh God, please… it hurts! It hurts!"

He continued to grin, wishing to God he could see her facial reactions to his huge cock burrowing into her tiny cuntal passage, her agonizing pleas sending wild sensations racing through him…

"Ooooohhhhh," she whimpered pitifully, as the huge blunt knob pressured harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her widespread thighs, and then with a little rush the tip slipped inside, just beyond its coronal rim, and Susan couldn't hold back her little choking scream.