Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

Fuck, she was all gone now… completely lost, Max gloated, feeling her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up and down motions, faster and faster with the passing of each second, the urgency of her thrusts against him more pronounced, and his fingertips found her lust-bared teeth chewing at her swollen lower-lip as she strained uncontrollably toward orgasm. He sensed the secretions of her sucking cuntal channel beginning to flow and heard the wet, sluicing noises of the in and out sawing movements as she skewered her hungry vaginal passage greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back raised high off the couch to arch her crotch tight up against him.

It was then that he reached back, grasping her ankles and levering them brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to cry out as he forced her into a painfully contorted ball of helpless flesh beneath him. He held her there securely, making the widespread slit between her legs completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock.

Half mad, now, with desire, Max pulled his deeply buried shaft from her until only its tip penetrated the flushed, swollen lips… then, he plunged forward with every once of strength in him, ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina.

"Uuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!" Susan groaned as it raced into her, and she heard and felt the wet smack of his pelvis battering against her tender unprotected genitals. His heavy body dropped down upon her brutally, crushing her full, taut breasts beneath her knees into her chest. His thick cock rampaged into her receptive cunt like a jack-hammer, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves before its smooth, rubbery head.

Max began long hard strokes into her seething vaginal channel, and the quivering lubricated walls clasped around the fleshy hot rod hungrily, slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. His sperm-bloated balls slapped into the dampness between her buttocks with a vengeance. She groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of her stretched passage as he began a more powerful deep thrusting into her grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy to the unbelievable delight lifting her into the very heavens above…

Suddenly, Susan realized that this was it! This was it! His cock, ever-expanding, gouging into her like a huge driving piston, was making the cords in her neck tighten in an unmistakable sign of exploding pleasure. She was… for the first time in her life… she was going to! And she could think of nothing but the enormous, agonizing sweet buildup inside her!

"Oh… oooohhhhh… God… Oh God! I-I am! I'm going to cum now! Oh, darling, I'm going to cummm! Yes… yes… dear God… I'm cumminggg! Fuck… fuck… fuck me hard… hard, darling! I-I'm cuuuummmmmiiiiinnngg!" Susan pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in a near-demented frenzy deeper and deeper between her widespread legs.

Her delicious cuntwalls opened into a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a warm flood of gushing, honey-like secretions to bathe his insanely plunging cock, as might a hand filled with heated Vaseline. He rammed harder, faster, grunting loudly as he burrowed deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her seething, spewing cunt, and the white honey seeped wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice of her ass and coating his balls as they whacked rhythmically against her throbbing anus.

"Oh… oh… oh, darling!" Susan chanted, twisting and writhing delightfully beneath him, spurring him on to force her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head and fucking into her like a blind, mad-man. Her brain swam in a colorful kaleidoscope of ecstasy as she continued to grunt out her climax, the thick flow of her white nectar gushing in never ending little rivers down the full quivering cheeks of her pumping ass.

Then, she felt Max jerk, tense and curse, followed by the hot jets of his semen shooting deep up into the sanctuary of her receptive womb. Again, her head reeled, this time with depraved sensuality, as the hot, powerful squirts of his sperm splattered wildly into her, filling her almost to a delicious bursting point with its sticky whiteness, while the hot moist walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.

For a moment, there was nothing but their breathing filling the room, then, Max released his grip on her legs, and Susan's limbs seemed to collapse limply on the couch, her soft and still trembling body suddenly drained of all life… but ecstatically so, she thought, reality beginning to creep back over her. She lay almost spread-eagle, feeling the heavy weight lifting from her and the cool rush of air sweep over her sweat-drenched body.

Max raised up and Susan saw his rapidly deflating penis then, and the first waves of shame engulfed her. She turned her head away as he swung his feet to the floor, picked up his robe and slipped it on to his powerful frame, while Sir Launcelot stood and brushed against his master as if to make his presence known.

"Well… I guess I hate to admit it," said Max, tying the belt around his middle, "but you're the best fuck I've ever had, little girl… the Goddamned best."

His vile statement confused Susan. That he, or any man, should, or could, ever say such a degrading thing to her both enraged and nauseated her… yet, she couldn't help the warped sensations of pride she felt from his lewd compliment. It was more than her own husband had ever paid her, just as the sexual-pleasure the coarse, blind-man had brought her was the only fulfillment she'd ever known, and try as she might, she knew she would never be able to forget it. Her loins still quivering with the delight his massive, lust-hardened member had kindled inside her.

Susan sighed heavily and swung about, sitting herself upright. Thank God he can't see my nakedness, she thought, watching him walk toward the small bar with Lonny's assistance.

"What'd you like? Bourbon, scotch, gin?" he asked pleasantly.

"Scotch with soda, please," she said, dressing as quickly as she could. God, her legs were like two pieces of spaghetti; he'd drained the life from her. Her brain spun and continued to do so; it was all like some far-fetched, salacious nightmare. She just couldn't believe it… that she had given herself… actually taken part in a sexual encounter with a strange man she'd seen only a few times in her life… and enjoyed it beyond all possible comprehension… Good God, what now?

"Come over here," he said, laying onto the little bar, facing her. "It's hard for me to carry drinks without spilling them."

She was dressed, except for fixing her hair and makeup. Sometimes, when he spoke, it touched her… as it did at that very moment.

"I'll be right there," she said, surprised at her own voice, her swimming brain still trying to decipher the difference between right and wrong. She went to the bar and slipped onto one of the four stools. He pressed her drink forward and she swallowed half of it needfully.

"I-I don't know what to say to you," he began finally, after drinking heavily from his own glass. "I-I ain't sorry… I want you to know that. I'd do it again… and will… maybe a Godamned million times. You… you better understand that, Susan, right from the beginning."

He went on and she watched his handsome face, hardly hearing him, his first words and the tone of his voice affecting her most, she supposed. But his claim to her was what frightened her, maybe, even angered her. It was as if she had no choice in the matter.

"And… and if I refuse to have anymore to do with you…?" she put to him.