Eileen Over - Eager To Bed Bunny

She gave him her mouth for the last time that night and as he kissed her his hands, ever busy, explored the contours of her girlish torso. He arched up, scraping the length of his penis against her coarse pubic hairs, but by bringing her buttocks up Jennifer prevented a merging.

But he had reached her, sent her senses in a turmoil; for her protests now were weak and she could barely gasp, "No, no!"

He parted the slender columns of her thighs and, straining, reached the coveted goal. His knob easily separated the soft vaginal lips, entering about one eighth of an inch. The burning heat encircling his tip sent a fire along the length of his instrument all the way to his scrotum and the tightly packed nest of balls.

"Man! Jennifer!"

"Ow!" She dug her sharp fingernails into his arms and twisted her hips to escape the too-large flaming torch. He had ignited her, but even though her loins were now ablaze, she rolled off him.

"You vicious son of a bitch! Ohhh," She squeezed her legs together. "It hurts! You broke something in-side me! Ohhh!"

"I broke nothing! There was no damned membrane, what the hell're you squawking about?"

"You bastard!"

"What the flick, we're going to be married."

Her breasts, still high and full as she lay on her back, gleamed so whitely that he attacked them, in a fury of emotion, parting them to widen the deep chasm.

"If you touch me!"

"Touch you? I'm going to fuck the very ass off you!"

"Noooo!" Jennifer's body jerked as he pulled up the torn nightgown and bared her slender, well-molded legs.

"Come on, cooperate. It'll be better for you." He aroused her with his hands and mouth, stimulating the erogenous zones. His finger slipping into her cunt found it well juiced and deep enough to take his full length! With his body angled between the long, quivering columns of those inviting thighs he rested the heavy tool on the whorls of pubic hair. Then he drove forward, splitting her evenly.

"Oooohhhh… oh… ohhhh!" Jennifer groaned. Her head rolled back and forth over the pillow and her fingers clutched handfuls of the sheet. He was deep in the core of her being, so big, so hurting. But when he rose up, pulling most of the dreadful penis out, she swiftly swung one leg up over his shoulders and broke the contact.

Hugh caught her and, ignoring her whimpering, slammed her back down, face forward, upon the bed.

He pressed his knees between her legs, surprised that they parted so easily, and held her there, on hand flattened on the small of her back at the point where her saucy ass took shape.

"You cunt!"

"Mmmmm," she sobbed, "oohhh, mmmmm!"

It was exciting to him, taking a woman this way, holding her while she writhed, slower now but always rhythmically. Finding no resistance, he bent to rain kisses down her smooth back all the way to the tiny hairs growing at the base of her small, compact ass.

As his hands slid under her, his fingers piercing the taut flesh of her great breasts, she punched up with her hard buttocks, nearly unseating him. "Don't! Please don't!"

Much as Jennifer pleaded, she did nothing to obstruct him. For a moment, breathless, she was aware of his rising penis shooting between her thighs as he pulled her up into position. She shuddered, awaiting his entry, and stiffened her ass cheeks as he again slid his length into her vagina.

It hurt even more, the impact stunning her senses, and she bent forward, screaming into the pillow. He was pulling in and out, throwing himself into an unstoppable rhythm. And his penis! My God, not only was it hard as cement, but unbelievably long! The knob especially scorched her insides and left her nerve ends all raw and throbbing.

"You're tight… ahh, baby, you're tight, skinning the flesh off me!"

"OOOOOO!" She squirmed underneath her lover, feverishly trying to rid her hole of the scraping torment. But soon she realized that the more she vibrated her small but lovely ass the more frenzied he became.

If I remain still, she told herself, it will soon be over. But ohh, was he killing her, was this degenerate murdering her!

Hugh maintained a steady and rhythmic pace, not once breaking the action to judge her enjoyment. Her coming was not his main concern, for what he wished was to acquaint her thoroughly with his penis, make her accept that her body was not going to be a gift but his rightful due.

"There, baby, there. Good, isn't it? Sometimes it's too small, but right now it's big and stiff especially for you."

He was going to come, but as he approached the peak of his climax Hugh restrained himself and rose and fell more slowly, taking his time, controlling his release.

"You're dripping in me, dripping and it burns!"

"But you love it now."

"No, nooooo!"

He thrust into her all the more violently and, holding back a scream, Jennifer trembled in a last fit of surrender and soon found herself eagerly pushing her ass up at him, using muscles she never knew existed in her vagina to grab at the penis sliding in her slime. She was going to have an orgasm! Oh, no, no, she did not want to!

"Yeahhhhh!" Sensation rose like a swollen river overflowing the banks and Hugh came. He grabbed the elusive, hot-fleshed buttocks, driving his weapon deeper, thrusting more vigorously as he ejaculated.

And it was while he lay still, pasted to her back, that Jennifer experienced an orgasm. She twisted and contorted, her velvet rump grinding as she received the greatest pleasure possible.

When long minutes had passed and they separated, Hugh slumping but Jennifer rapidly recovering her energies, she left the bed. She used the ruined nightgown to mop the perspiration from her quivering body.

"Hugh, like I said before, you're a son of a bitch!"

"Ahh, shut up!" He was aching all over. "You came, so shut up!"

It wasn't so bad with her, he acknowledged, but he needed a woman who knew her way around beds, someone more sexually experienced, like his sister. Matter of fact, although it was rotten to consider it since he had just dropped a wad into Jennifer, he would not be displeased if she went back to where she came from. If all those protests were a sample of what married life would be like then he would rather marry someone else.

Alone now, Hugh sat up and edged away from the small pool of wetness soaking through the sheets. He had to consider it, consider breaking the engagement. He was too lusty a man to put up with a whining girl like Jennifer. The bitch climaxed and she still called him names!

"The way you two screamed I thought he was murdering you." Louise's hand encircled Jennifer's slim wrist. "Come on, let's wash all that mess off you."

Jennifer, sobbing, allowed herself to be guided into the bathroom and under the shower. "He should not have hurt me so. He's too big and I'm all sore!"

Strangely enough she experienced no surprise when the younger but definitely more sexually learned and heavier girl entered the tub and slipped inside the plastic curtains with her. The hands gliding a fragrant bar of soap over the slender, curving body were soothing.

"I don't take the pill; there was no need to before. Suppose something happens?"

"Oh, stop, Jennifer, all women get laid." She pressed her mouth to the girl's cheek in a comforting kiss. "And you two will be married anyway."

"I don't know if I want to now… a man who thinks only of sex, what kind of life will that be?"

"He can't be so bad… in bed."

The girl's hands were doing such wonderful things to Jennifer's breasts, those breasts that were overly large for her body. The great, pouting-tipped boobs were massaged, separated, shaped under the spray of the needle-sharp shower until the tips stung.

"I don't… ohhh, Louise, not so hard!"