Heather Brown - Juicy piece

"We've got a lot of Jewish readers," he went on as I sucked his prick with every ounce of power I had in me, wanting to turn his balls inside out. "Jews don't like to admit they read skin magazines… but they do. Hmmmm, maybe if we could change Jesus into somebody whose image is a little more accessible and down-to-earth."

His talk seemed babble to me, just as did the screeching blurts of the p.a. system, as I directed all my concentration toward the sweet-tasting task of eating his stiff dick alive, begging it with my throat, lips and tongue to fuck me to the hilt in the mouth. The searchlight and the sniper fire had temporarily stopped because of our moving off the south ledge, and with nothing but a lot of chatter to distract me, I found no difficulty in devoting all my energy to the big, thick cock buried in my slurping mouth. Its bulging veins throbbed pulsingly against my lips as I moved my mouth back and forth over the expanse of his cock just as though he were moving in and out inside a cunt. One instant I would have his dick in my mouth so completely that his balls pressed against my chin, and seconds later his cock would be all the way out of my mouth except for the barbed head, my teeth and tongue doing a masterly job of inspired torture on the knotty head of his prick, before I swooped down again, taking it down my throat.

"Yes," Shark continued, his talking continuing unabated despite the brutal teasing I was giving his immensely thick prick. "We definitely need somebody with a better media quotient than Jesus, someone with more mass appeal. Let's face it, there're a lot of people in the crucial 19-45 age bracket who spend the most bread that definitely don't dig Him. We need our own buttinsky that everybody can identify with right down here on earth, somebody a little less austere and more fallible. The human touch."

What in the world was he talking about? I thought, as the words went in one ear and out the other, all my instincts and reactions attuned only to the succulent shaft of his prick inside my orally fucking mouth. I cupped his balls and squeezed them while I gave an extra gulp on his prick, anxious to shatter his nervous system and self-control and bring him down to my size, existing precariously on the literal edge of life with nothing but desire to consider.

My throat spasmed, one, two, three times as I realized that I was having an oral climax, the orgasm starting at the base of my esophagus and turning my mouth into a foaming cauldron almost the equal of any coming pussy. I buried my face in his tangled crotch, jamming his stiff dick even farther down my throat, groveling for those extra fractions of an inch that would just fill me with his cock that much more.

"It could be a female figure," Shark said, not showing the slightest sign that he knew what was going on below his waist. "People dig chicks. After all, chicks are why they buy my magazines… chicks with their tits falling out… chicks with their legs spread and their pussies open… chicks with hair all over their cunts… and soft, red pussy-lips."

Even though I wasn't following the drift of his conversation, his last remarks automatically found their way to my erotically attuned ears, the suggestion of open hairy cunts and spread legs causing my own pussy to foam uncontrollably. The impulses from my spasming pussy coursed up my vertebrae like high voltage, the shock sending my mouth lurching even harder on his hard prick, as it suddenly became the uppermost thing in my mind to maneuver myself so I could get his cock into my raging cunt.

As I slid his swollen prick out of my mouth, I knew that in order to survive I had to fuck this man on his ledge. Every force in my body told me to do it as quickly as possible, my tingling nerves aching for his cock inside my cunt immediately.

Still holding onto his long, sweet prick for balance, I searched desperately for some extra room on the ledge that would let me stick his cock in my cunt and fuck him. Coming up empty, I looked above me, perhaps seeking some inspiration from on high. But what I saw was like so many miracles in everyday life, something that had been there all along. Just above and slightly behind me, a flagpole jutted from the building. By taking a chance with a leap, I could gab ahold of it, and then like I was chinning myself, lower my cunt up and down on his cock. I stepped backward and unhesitatingly took my chance, springing unconcernedly from the ledge and seeming to hover in mid-air before my fingers wrapped around the flagpole, hoisting me so that I loomed over Shark. "It's definitely got to be a chick, the kind of person our circulation can dig even if they don't exactly identify with them 100 percent," he was saying as he faced me, his incredible cock shooting straight out in the air at a 45-degree angle from his flat, hard stomach, a hard-on that would make any teenage guy green with envy.

All I had to do was just lower myself straight down and his stiff cock was waiting for me, easily splitting the gash between my open thighs and penetrating through the slippery lips of my pussy as I extended my arms and brought my body downward, clenching my cunt muscles to make sure his prick couldn't get away once I had it inside my fuck-hole. Once my cunt was engorged with his prick, I lifted my legs and brought them around his waist, scissoring and then leg-locking him while I held us both aloft with my stranglehold on the flagpole.

"We know you're up there someplace," the p.a. system blasted, but it might as well have fallen on deaf ears if the message was intended to reach me. The cock bulging inside my cunt dominated my senses, making everything else seem immaterial. Already I was starting to come, sure that the orgasmic vibrations within my pussy and womb were just the beginnings of a climax of mind-bending, proportions.

Shark kept jabbering, but below his waist his body had no choice but to be aware of the location of his stiff cock up my spasming pussy. His hips bucked and his pelvis lurched, shooting his crotch up against the well of my thighs and burying his prick all the way in my fuck-canal to the mouth of my womb. Impaled on the pale of his stake-like cock, I rotated my hips, screwing down on his prick so that it tore inside me as though it were a corkscrew with teeth, its barbed head twisting trough my ultrasensitive cuntal tissues like a berserk barracuda.

Over and over again in the painful ecstasy of his bludgeoning prick manifested itself in my fuck dominated body, threatening to rip me in two and leave me dangling in tatters from the flagpole with its tearing force. My knees pinched his waist, drawing him even tighter against me as I suicidally struggled for every bit of his prick that I could get, wriggling insanely to get just that much more hot cock up my starving pussy.

As his cock stabbed bullishly inside me, suddenly sound was able to fully capture my attention again. A sharp crack filled the air, reverberating through the dark sky, causing my pussy muscles to reflexively clench around the shaft of Shark's prick like a vise, my cunt holding onto his cock for dear life.

"My God, they're starting to shoot at me again…" I started to say, but then suddenly aborted my sentence when the first drop of water, and then a second and a third, landed on me, a shower immediately following.

The thunder cracked again, lighting slashing the sky as I fully realized that it was raining, a downpour bathing our naked fuck-locked bodies as we wavered on the ledge of the thirteenth floor. I shivered from the cold rain, and as I did so realized that I was inadvertently succeeding in screwing down on Shark's limitless wick even tighter, the vibrations from my shuddering jiggling my hips and ass like a sophisticated fucking movement taken from the pages of the Kama Sutra.

My ears temporarily cleared by the thunder and lightning, I listened to Shark's incessant talking for the first time since I'd grabbed onto his miraculous prick, giving him pelvic jab after pelvic thrust as we fucked while he continued speaking, obviously thinking out loud.