David Crane: Scandal school

Still smiling, she leaned forward. His dick was so long that, kneeling, she had to arch her neck like a giraffe eating the leaves from the top of a tree in order to get her mouth to his cock head. Her tongue pushed out as she gently lapped at the tip of his bloated knob.

The saline flavor tingled on her taste buds. It thrilled the cock-crazed lass. She ran her moist tongue all around his knob and along the ledge behind, then began to lap up and down the underside of his shaft. Criss-crossing her tongue back and forth, she worked down to his balls. She lapped at those bloated mounds, loving the way the hard nuts jiggled within the hairy, wrinkled sac. Then she rose up again, using long, upward tongue strokes this time, running her nimble tongue from the very root of his cock to the knob with each long, slow, delicious slurp.

At the top once more, she craned her neck and slipped her lips over his knob.

The head of his pecker was so huge that when she got it into her mouth, her cheeks bulged out, full of hot cock meat on both sides. She sucked adoringly for a few minutes, her tongue squirming against the underside of the knob at the electric point where the thick, pulsing vein merged with the bi-valved crown. It tasted so wonderful, and it was so comforting to have a mouthful of hot cock that Amanda had half a mind to give him a full blow job and drink his cum.

She loved it when a man came in her mouth. She loved the feel and the sensation, the taste and the texture, the thrill of knowing that she had milked him that way. The more spunk they spent, the better. Her appetite for jism was voracious, but she didn't know how potent Red Miller was. Despite his regular exercise routine, he might not be able to tonic more than once, and Amanda's pussy was screaming for attention. As lovely as it would have been to suck him off, she didn't want to do it without some assurance that he would be able to fuck her right, afterwards. It would have been frustrating, to say the least, to give him his jollies in the oral fashion and then find that his dick had gone limp just when her cunt cried for it.

So she sucked for a few minutes and then, with regret, drew her lips away.

The great head of his cock popped from her mouth like a cork from a bottle. The knob was sparkling with a coating of saliva, and the big vein, almost as thick as Amanda's forefinger, writhed like a black serpent up the cock shaft.

Miller heaved a sigh of relief. When she had started lapping and sucking on his prick, he knew that she must be a liberal. He hated liberals, but it felt so good that he granted her tolerance. If she had sucked him off, however, he would have known that she must be at least a Communist, and he would have been deeply and bitterly ashamed of himself for haying nourished the appetite of a dirty. Red.

Now he saw that she was just a dutiful woman preparing his cock for normal, conservative screwing.

Supporting herself on his cock as if it were a chinning bar, Amanda pulled herself to her feet. She looked wistful, for she was sorry that she had had to stop sucking before he came – she much preferred teaching French to English, truth be known. She adored the way that the French language flowed from the tongue and lips, just as a cock flowed onto them in the related practice. But the demands of her cunt took precedence.

She slid onto the edge of his metal desk. Miller stood between her legs, his feet braced and his hips thrusting in and out as if he were threatening her with his great spike. He hesitated. He had known a few women who were frightened by his dimensions and protested that their tiny cunts would not accommodate a cock of such magnitude. But now he saw that Miss Bridewell had no such modest pretensions concerning the pliability of her pussy. He gazed at her cunt. Her lips were unfolding and rippling, laying bare the darker, inner lips. Her slot was flooded with cream. He could see that she must exercise her cunt muscles with great regularity.

"Put it to me, Coach," she whimpered. "Give me that big slab of meat before I melt!"

Red wrapped his hand around the hilt of his weapon and fitted the huge cockhead to her gaping crack. Her cunt lips slurped at it, trying to drag him in, so eager was her hole to be stuffed. He gave a hip thrust and his knob slid up her gash. Her lips clamped snug behind the head, caressing him.

"All of it!" she cried.

Amanda squirmed and writhed around on his prick as it slowly slid into her cunt to the hilt. Their pubic hairs tangled together and his bloated balls squeezed tight to her ass as she perched on the very edge of the desk. Many fine plays had been designed on that metal surface but, Miller thought, this was a contact sport that well matched any of them.

He held the full penetration for a few moments, savoring the pleasure of having his big dick buried in warm, juicy flesh. Amanda thrilled to the sensation of being stuffed chock-a-block full of steaming prick.

Then they began to move at the same time, as if their minds and needs were linked as closely together as their loins.

Amanda ground her hips from side to side, and humped her belly and ass up and down, working her cunt around his cock with friction and torque. Miller shoveled the prick to her with long, rippling, under slung strokes. He could feel her wonderful cunt muscles as they worked on him inside her body. A series of concentric rings tightened in sequence, running from his root to his knob as if she were jerking him off with her pussy.

He worked his cock muscles in tempo with her, causing the huge rod to swell up inside her, expanding her pussy as if she were being inflated. Looking down at her belly, Amanda half-expected to see a big furrow plowed up, like the path of a gopher across a garden, so full was her cunt.

His great penetrating prick dragged her cunt lips right up inside her as he shoved it in, then seemed to turn her inside out like a glove as he drew back, peeling her cunt wide open with his passage. But her cunt had accommodated itself to his incredible bulk. Her pussy was fitted to every millimeter of his shaft and knob, giving moist clinging contact and delineating every contour of his cock. As he pulled back, until only the head of his dick remained sheathed in her quim, cunt juice gushed from her and ran in a heavy stream down into the crack of her ass.

She threw her legs up and clamped her thighs around his bucking flanks. Her heels drummed on his ass, then locked behind the small of his back. Her ass heaved up. She was riding him as if he were a jungle gym, and she an acrobat weaving intricate patterns of calisthenics on the bar.

Red Miller was delighted with her supple, athletic talent. She was much more nimble then he, but not as strong. Falling back on his strong point, he began to work his cock muscles as he did when he used that rod to lift weights. His pecker rose up in her cunt, lifting her slim hips right off the desk, then slammed down so that she bounced on the surface. He bucked her up and down, and she clung to him with her thighs as her firm ass slapped the desk, rose up, then slapped down again.

Miller was nearing the peak. His vitality was boiling, ready to blow.

Amanda was already coming. She had been jolting through a series of orgasms right from the start. Long waves of feeling coursed laterally through her loins, reaching a peak and ebbing for a moment, then soaring right back up to another peak. Her multiple orgasms came closer together, the wavelength shortening even as the waves increased in intensity. She bit her lower lip, her head rolled from side to side, and she whimpered with bliss. She was struggling to save her, terminal, greatest climax for the moment when she felt his spunk squirt into her, and she knew that moment was coming fast.

Abandoning his up and down heaving, Miller put the cock to her straight in fast and furious, burying his great prick to the hilt in her slimy scabbard of a cunt.