Ron Taylor: Do me, Daddy!

"Are you going to fuck me now, Roy?" I asked, my voice strangely distant.

He flushed, as if he had suddenly grown angry, but it was only the pressure of the lust boiling inside him.

"I'm going tofuck you!!" he bellowed in reply, and, still holding his cock firmly, he threw himself upon me.

I screamed and my knees came up. Roy's body pressed down upon mine, crushing the breath out of me for a second, and he was struggling to get his cock into my uplifted snatch.

"Oh, Christ!" I whined, shifting my ass on the bed to help him shove his cock inside. My legs shot into the air, toes kicking towards the ceiling, and now I was as exposed as I could ever be, the red mouth of my snatch splayed wide for his hard prick.

He got the tip of his rod against my cunt-lips and he began to push. When I felt my labes part and let his knob work between them, it seemed that I went blind for a quick moment. My eyes were as open as my twat, but they couldn't see a Goddamned thing, not even his gorgeous face hovering only inches from mine. There seemed to be an enormous lump forming in my throat, spreading as if it wanted to fill every empty space inside my body.

God, his cock had been big in my mouth, but now, in my cunt – it was enormous! I'd never been fucked by a boy as massively hung as Roy was, and for a sickening instant I wondered if I hadn't overreached myself. Was his cock too big? Would he tear out my guts if he ever got that dong all the way inside my cunt? I'd talked a big fuck to him, when I was putting on the make, but now when the chips were down, could my pussy match my mouth?

He felt my tightness. And he hesitated. With just the head of his dick holding my snatch open, Roy paused as if he were weighing the alternatives. I knew what he must have been thinking. I was wet, I was hot, I'd already come once into his sucking mouth. And still it seemed that he was too large in the peter department for us to share a good fuck.

Make no mistake. Uncle Roy had been shy and slow about getting down to it, but right now he had a definite case of the hot and hornies for me. The taste of my cunt juice had obviously removed any trace of doubt about my status as an available piece, and my legs were up to receive him willingly.

He struggled with me, a froth of spittle showing between his clenched lips, arid I wiggled, hoping that would splay my cunt helpfully. His prick stabbed forward, sliding into my cunt-hole just a bit deeper. Now most of his knob was firmly imbedded, and I felt as if he were ripping me apart.

My pussy was already stretched so wide that the effort made tears well up in my eyes, but something just as wet was dripping out my slit, too, and in another moment Roy's cock had begun to feel like a welcome visitor. He let his cock soak in my juices and then pushed again, a bit deeper, and I found out just how elastic my cunt really is. I could feel each vein that throbbed in the head of his dick as it slid farther into my twat, and there was a rushing in my ears from the excitement of knowing that we really could fuck after all.

My cunt-lips yielded without tearing. They spread gracefully for his cock and my clitty began to ring and throb passionately. Little spurts of pleasure fluttered like dart wounds in my brain and I knew that this screw was going to be better than good.

"You're tight," he panted. "Tight and hot."

"So use me," I whispered in reply. "That's what it's for."

My wish was his command. Uncle Roy pushed and my eyes rolled in their sockets and I thought I was coming again. My thighs rubbed his flanks as he moved assuredly, and I put my arms around him, discovering that he was as sweat-drippy as I was, his body as warm and tingly.

More of his prick slid up my cunt-hole. My heels were already in the air and I strained every muscle in my body to lift them even higher. But higher they went, and more of my cunt opened for him. We were getting to the hard part now. Almost half of his dick was in my snatch, and it seemed that, try as we might, he couldn't jam in another inch of his meat. I strained and grunted, and so did Roy, him pushing, me pulling, and still that pecker of his refused to budge. The lips of my twat were split to their widest, it appeared, and their widest wasn't wide enough.

"I don't think we can do it," he told me.

"You're too small."

"Like hell," I shot back, and I tied my legs in a knot around his body. With the leverage that gave me I began to pull myself onto his cock, moaning against the tight snugness which kept us from really getting together. It was ridiculous, I thought, trying to ignore the agony I felt. I'd taken him all the way into my mouth and the big apple knob of his dick had jingled against my voice box while I sucked him off. Sure, his cock was bigger than anything that had ever been up my snatch before, but both of us wanted his cock to be there and I could see no reason why it shouldn't be there.

Uncle Roy pushed, too, fighting as hard as I was fighting, shoving at me with his big cock, and I saw the sweat roll out in big bubbles through the pores on his upper lip. His mouth was set in a grimace and I wondered if he hurt as much as I did. But how could he? It wasn't him that was being torn apart.

Shit! I didn't care if it tore me apart! Even if it ripped my pussy into bloody shreds, I wanted his cock in me, up my cunt, fucking me to hell and back! I closed my eyes and tightened the grip of my legs and arms on him. Even if it killed me, I had to have his cock. Now!

And then I had him, his prick shoved into me balls deep as I screamed in sudden pain. My cunt felt as if it were afire, but he and I were belly to belly and his balls rocked upon my ass-cleft as we tried out our fit. Roy gave me a prod then, wiggling his cock inside my tight hole as if he wished to let me know that it was finally there. I think that was the moment I truly became a woman, having that huge dong of his stuffed all the way up my cunt, touching me where I lived.

Neither of us could speak as he lay quivering upon me. I held him desperately, never wanting to let go of this moment of beauty and love, and I didn't care if my cunt had been permanently ruined by his invading cock. Anyway, the pain was lessening with each second we clung together, and I was growing more convinced that he hadn't hurt me at all.

When he pulled back to begin fucking, though, I felt a sharp sting of hurt, and the sensible part of me, the part I try to keep repressed, told me to freeze up, to spare myself the woe of being pronged again. I told the sensible part of me to get fucked, which is what the impulsive portion of Jenni Wexford was about to do.

Uncle Roy stabbed home, filling my cunt up again, seeming to lift me right, off the bed with the force of his lunge. I whooped out loud and locked my legs in a hold that would require a mechanic to undo. We were sailing clear and easy now, my cunt opening to let his prick in, springing back elastically as he pulled away, and the two of us came together with the musical sweetness of squishes and crotch-thwacks. The bed was solid beneath us, but soft, too, a perfect mattress for a dreamy fuck, and if this wasn't dreamy, then I didn't know anything about fucking. Each time that long pole slammed into me, my cunt grew more mature, more knowledgeable, not to mention WET and HOT, and pretty soon the tracks were superbly greased for both our pleasure.

The best part of all was the way his knob bumped the end of my cunt on the deepest strokes. I'd never felt that before, though I knew girls who had, and it was just as exciting as they'd promised me it would be. When I felt his rapping knock at the end of my snatch, nervous shock waves twittered all the way from my pussy-lips to the top of my skull and back again. My whole body tingled with little needles of quivery sensation everywhere Roy and I came into contact. This settled it, I reminded myself. I'd forget about chasing boys. Men had so much more to offer.