Simon Jillson: Driven To Depravity

Mark's hand slid down Judy's side and she rolled back on her back. She let her legs slide open to expose the heart of her sex. His hand scraped over the tender expanse of her stomach, pressed the curls of her pubic bush flat and entered the moist folds of her pussy. One big finger slid into her hot, oozing nest, probed into the salivating hole of her vagina.

Mark was being torn apart. Judy's body, so small and graceful and young, seemed to beg to be treated roughly. But, afraid of his own strength, he fought to temper his caresses with tenderness. But he knew that in the end, their animal instincts would have them both clawing at each other. Her small frame and lithe, gymnastics-trained muscles could almost match his sturdy body and powerful muscles thrust for thrust.

Hooking his finger in her hot, wet, slick vagina, he pulled upward against her pubic arch, crushing her clitoris with his palm. He felt her fingers tighten convulsively around his prick and milk the hard cylinder with a steely almost masculine strength acquired on the uneven parallel bars.

Judy rolled her head from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. The hot bar of Mark's cock in her hand was ready and eager. She licked lips that were suddenly, perversely, hot and dry – although her mouth was watering with a primitive appetite.

Deliberately, she remained on her back, battling the urge to turn on Mark and engulf his body with hers. She loved tormenting herself, loved the feel of a finger hooked in her pussy, loved the hard pressure of his body alongside hers, loved the touch of cool air on the inflamed tips of her breasts.

Her well-rounded hips began to roll and twist with her steadily increasing need. She scrubbed the wiry bush of her pussy against his invading hand. The muscles on the insides of her thighs were quivering.

Her breathing was ragged and uneven as her rib cage and diaphragm lost coordination and began battling each other.

The finger hooked deep in her slick channel was too little to do more than inflame her. The muscles of her vagina clenched and squeezed but Mark's probe was too slender to grip tightly. With a soft whimper of need, Judy tugged on Mark's monster erection, trying to pull it in the direction of her ravenously hungry pussy. Her slender body was spread wide, was dying to have his full weight grinding it down into the mattress.

Mark slid his body over hers and Judy twisted her head. Her mouth was seeking his, was sucking hungrily. As his bulk covered her, she reamed her tongue hungrily around in his mouth. He pulled his hand from her crotch and clutched her. He was smearing her pale skin with her own secretions as his strong fingers dug into her ribs. Where once she had been ticklish as a child, now, as a woman, a light touch sent waves of lust flaming through her writhing, squirming body.

Ignoring the crushing weight that ground her wrist into her pubic area, Judy guided the head of Mark's cock to the hot, dripping funnel of her sex. Only after she had nestled the big, round knob of his phallus at the entrance to her did she pull her hand out from between them. Her fingers were sticky and slippery with Mark's slimy secretions. She smeared his back with his fluids as she hugged him to her.

When Mark thrust the demanding, hot, hard bulk of his cock into her the air gusted from Judy's lungs. It felt so good to have a huge mass filling her pussy. She moved, impatient to have the entire bulk in her at once. Mark was working his organ into her socket slowly, tantalizingly, gradually stretching her tight clinging velvety walls with his engorged prick.

He loved the feel of her body engulfing his shaft. Her vagina was tight and soft, velvety and slick and hot. She felt small and vulnerable under him. Her skin was satiny smooth against his. Her clawing at his back was urging him on. As more and more of his cock felt the hot clinging embrace of her vagina, his lust soared higher and higher and higher.

When his cock was jammed completely into her, Mark paused. Pushing up off of her, he looked down at her. Her nipples were hard and sharp. His eyes traveled down to where his groin met hers, where his pubic hair tangled and mingled with hers. He drew his cock out of her, watched it slide into view. It was shining and wet. He thrust back into her, deep into her, watching his cock as it slowly vanished, a monstrous, spitting lance thrusting deep into her.

"Oh, Mark," Judy sighed. "Oh, fuck me, Mark, fuck me. Hard."

Mark drew back and rammed at her, hard, and Judy's lust soared as the monster phallus slammed against the end of her vagina. Her clit cracked in a haze of pleasure as his pubic arch smashed it.

When he lowered his weight on her she hugged him desperately, hungrily.

Her hips surged and heaved in opposition to his every thrust, increasing the force and speed with which his towering phallus entered her hungry body. Bucking wildly under him, using the rebounding springs of the bed to increase the violence of their collisions, she dug her fingers into his powerful muscles, thrusting aside the sour memory of how much more powerful those muscles had been before disease had ravaged his kidneys.

Had he wanted to, Mark could have wrapped his arms around Judy's slender body and squeezed her ribs until they cracked. Instead, he hooked his arms under her shoulders, and gripped the sides of her head in his still powerful hands. His teeth clashed with hers as he tried to devour her. He rutted his cock into her with driving, pounding heaves.

He ignored the exhaustion that was already eating away at him.

Impatient, desperate to raise her to her peak before his strength gave out, he rammed at her quickly, sharply. His own climax was drawing close, a hot, itching ball of fire that would erupt from his prick in blazing pulses. Every pumping drive of his hips lifted him one notch closer to the fiery convulsion of completion. The nerves of his cock became more and more sensitive, more and more inflamed as he pistoned it in the velvety, gripping well.

Judy's hips were twisting and jerking mindlessly. Her pelvis rocked, twisted, wringing her clit between his pubic bone and hers.

"Aww," she gasped. "Awwww, I'm cumming. Awww, let me have it. Have it.

Have it. Aww, aaww, aw-aw-aw-aw-awwww."

Judy's slender body arched in a muscle-straining, joint-popping heave as her orgasm roared through her in a tidal wave of fiery pleasure.

Mark rammed deep into her, thrusting hard, trying to bore his cock completely into her.

Judy felt his cock pulsing deep inside her. Hot jolts of semen spattered the end of her vagina as his cock spewed forth its copious load. As her burning pleasure slowly faded to a delicious, aching memory, Judy milked his prick with her vagina. She clung to him, happily engulfed in his strong, masculine aroma.

The rigidity in his muscles departed abruptly. He was panting with exhaustion as he lay on top of her. He was completely limp. Judy cuddled his wasted body tenderly, fighting back her tears of fear and sorrow. At one time a session such as this would have been only a prelude to an insane night of lovemaking. At one time, both of them would have considered it a "quickie". But now it was an ordeal, as exhausting as it was fulfilling, and always left Mark bone weary and panting, burned out with exhaustion.

Judy held onto her lover desperately. She felt him start to roll off her and tightened her grip on him. He didn't understand, he had never understood, just how good it felt to have his full weight on her. He had always been afraid he was too heavy for her. No matter how often she told him, he couldn't believe she loved the desperate effort it took just to breathe when he was crushing her. And now, with her very life with him threatened, her determination to hold onto him, to keep his body on top of hers, to keep his cock in her vagina, was even greater.