The
Contest
I was young and innocent, well, not literally innocent, but
at least I was
young. I have been told that one could not
conceive of
a late teen not being a virgin, so I won't delude
you, I wasn't,
but my few experiences with aggressive,
inexperienced,
self-centered, clumsy boys has not given me much
respect or enthusiasm
for the actual physical act of love.
Anyway, I once had this date with this arty sort of guy. I
was interested
in acting and he was "into the movies." It all
started "innocently"
enough. We were invited to some friends of
his for a party.
These were people I had never met before, but
they were great.
It was the most beautiful bunch of people I
have ever seen.
They all seemed to be in the movie business in
some sort of
way. Anyway, we each went our separate ways and I
got pretty bombed
with both the attention I got and the strong
drinks they
served. Since I don't drink too much it was a puzzle
to see that
I was the only one getting drunk, but it was fun.
Then my friend
passed by and said he had to leave, but would be
back in a few
hours to pick me up. From then on everything kind
of got fuzzy.
The next thing I can remember was being lead, or carried was
more like it,
down to the basement. It seemed to be laid out
like a movie
studio with several cameras, lights and other stuff.
Everything seemed
to be focus toward one corner, with a four-
poster bed!
How strange!
It was soon after that I discovered that I was to be a
principal in
a porn flick. Now I am no innocent, but I hadn't
agreed to be
any part of this.
Well, when I see that things are inevitable, I think, maybe
I should relax
and enjoy it. It was a clean nice place. All of
the participants,
both male and female, had seemed nice. I was
impressed with
the looks of both the men and women. As I said,
they were all,
well, beautiful!
They matched me up with this gorgeous hunk, Sam. He seemed
nice enough.
In fact, under different circumstances I might have
sort looked
forward to this.
The apparent story line, if you could call it that, was that
there was to
be a fucking contest. There were going to be four
couples who
would screw one right after the other, then the
winning team
would be picked.
Everyone changed into some sexy and very skimpy robes, no
underwear.
I was still in no condition to fight the superior man
power so I could
not really prevent them from taking my clothes
off. They
did try to do it gently, however.
The set was simple, but strange. The room was fairly large,
but it had to
be to accommodate the four couples, the director,
cameraman and
a few and sundry others. There was the silk-
sheeted bed
with many pillows, but no covers, and some chairs
lined up in
front of it. In the corner behind the bed was a
steel post with
several rings on it. I could only guess what
that was for.
They started filming at the directors command. Then at an
unintelligible
command, the door flew open and couple of guys
brought in this
giant. He must have been nearly seven feet tall
and solidly
built, but he was obviously a little freakish as his
struggles were
very uncoordinated. They tied him to the pole.
One of the girls, apparently on clue rushed over to him and
really felt
him up before the camera. Either that guy was a good
actor or he
was really embarrassed. He fought to loose himself
harder when
she went over then when he was brought it. His face
was beet red,
but it wasn't all from exertion, the growing bulge
in his pants
attested to that.
The director motioned to Sam to get ready, we were
apparently first.
A couple of the gals came over to me and
carried me to
the bed. I tried as hard as I could to struggle,
as I still wasn't
exactly sure what was going on. I really did
try to get free,
but they were amazingly strong and knew how to
hold me so I
couldn't really do anything.
They stripped off my clothes and tied me spread-eagle on the
bed. Sam
came over to the bed and leaned over. "OK, Babe, here
we go."
He leered as he slowly parted his robe. A huge pulsing cock
stood right
out and stared me right in the face. As I said. I am
no novice, but
it was the biggest I had seen. It must have been
eight inches
long and about an inch and a half across. "This
could have been
fun," I thought, but I sure wished they would
have let us
prepare properly. Sam practically dove on me.
With Sam's full weight on me I struggled to free myself.
Most of the
struggling was to get my face away from his awful
leer.
After a few real mushy kisses he slipped his hands down my
side and groped
for my nipples. Surprisingly, the were upright
and hard.
During all of this I had forgotten the audience, but
then I was preoccupied
with other things. Sam was surprisingly
gentle I noted
with relief. In fact his touch was nice and warm
and really nice
when he bent down and took my whole areola into
his mouth.
That was something that I always enjoyed, but none of
my men-friends
seemed to like. He rolled his tongue all around
really getting
to all the erotic places. He went from one to the
other like a
child trying to decide between a vanilla or
chocolate ice
cream cone. He really couldn't seem to make up his
mind and I sure
didn't care if he ever did.
When I thought I would scream in ecstasy, which, no doubt,
would have delighted
the director, he yelled to Sam, "Get on with
it, we don't
have all day!"
Sam obediently slid down until be had his head between my
out stretched
legs. With a few quick stabs with his tongue he
found my erect
clit and taught it a thing or two. Boy, was this
great.
After many (it seemed) delicious minutes feeling his
expertness raise
me to dizzying heights, I involuntarily arched
my back.
As I did, my heart stopped, well, not really, but it
sure did a double-take.
They had that poor guy in the corner,
complete naked.
He had this a monstrous cock just hanging there
at half staff.
His eyes had about bulged out of their sockets
staring at us.
But I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful
penis, magnificent
or stupendous, were more appropriate words.
Already it was
over a foot long and easily two inched across.
Sam looked like
a piker compared to him. My, my, who was going
to get him,
but at that moment the director again yelled for Sam
to hurry up.
Sam then came back up and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips
as he grabbed
by buttocks in his hands. He was kind of kneeling
over me with
his erect dick throbbing above my cunt. My efforts
at struggling
to free myself had sort of subsided, now my
laboring was
more to assist progress. I desperately wanted to
reach around
Sam with my arms and legs and bring him into me, but
I was still
tied. He grabbed his pulsing stanchion, successfully
fighting its
periodic jerks, and pointed it towards my welcoming
hot box.
He just probed around the entrance for a few moments,
flicking my
clit every time it jerked up. Then he forced it
lower and found
the hot moist path to my very soul. He forced it
in a fraction
and stopped. I jerked myself and lodged it another
several inches.
Then, for no apparent reason, the director yelled, "That's
it, Sam!
Alice, finish him off!" I felt the bed rock as one of
the other girls
hopped on next to me. She slid herself under Sam
and grabbed
his erect rod.
Sam was off in an instant. They clinched right next to me
and as the camera
came in close we could all watch as Sam's vein-
studded cock
quickly found Alice's drenched cunt. In veritable
slow motion,
his magnificent penis sunk from view into the shaven
crevice.
Oh, how I wanted that, but I was high and dry (well,
not quite literally).
The juices flowed as they began that age-
old rhythm called
fucking by some and love-making by others. To
them it was
the former, but it sure looked like fun.
Alice must have been hot to trot already as she was really
working herself
into a frenzy. The camera came in real close to
show the course
of the sturdy dick as it sunk deep into Alice's
cunt and then
emerged nearly all of the way. Sam sure had a long
stroke.
It was hard to bear, knowing that could have been me
taking that
cock in me. But now the slushing was being done by
another.
Nonetheless, I was rising nearly as fast as she was.
"Hurry, I am almost cumming, please hurry." No faked script
for this gal,
nor for Sam as his breathing became labored and the
grunts of their
efforts very audible. With one final splendid
thrust he dove
into the hot pussy with his all and collapsed in
Alice's arms.
Only the gentle rhythmic pulsing of their hips
continued as
the cum began flowing out of Alice and into the bed.
The camera caught
everything.
In just a short time, on cue from the director, they both
extracted themselves
from the entanglement of arms and legs,
etc., and got
up. I was agonizingly close to cumming myself, but
there was nothing
to get me quite across the edge. As he pulled
his still erect
and dripping dick out with a delightful squishy
noise, the ever-present
director yelled, "Next!"
I struggled to break free so I could grab that still stiff
rod for myself
or escape, I didn't know which, but to no avail.
I still didn't
know what the hell was going on.
However, in my squirmings I did notice, with fascination,
that the guy
in the corner had a most magnificent hard-on now.
It was a full
three inches across, 16 inches long bundle of veins
and arteries,
poised for action. It shimmered in the glaring
light.
Oooh, what I would give for a little of that.
My attention was diverted by the next couple, George and
Gloria, hopping
on the bed. George was another one of these
wonderfully-hung
studs, with a big and hard cock ready for
action.
Gloria, a lovely girl, had already lathered herself with
K-Y, as she
hunkered over into the all-fours position.
The George grabbed his big red cock in both hands, the way I
would have if
I had been able, and tried to find the appropriate
orifice.
The director yelled, "Not the ass, do it the regular
way."
She was trying to look nonchalant, but could not quite
cover up the
excitement of what was to come. The camera could
not see her
face, but I could and relished as the pretty face
became beautiful
as the big moment arrived.
I did not need to watch the progress of George's probing to
know where he
was. All I had to do was watch Gloria's face.
First a pained
expression, then a smile, then a start, then the
eyes closed
for an instant and a beatific smile crept over her
face.
He had found home. She had a catch in her breath as I
noticed George
give an involuntary jerk with his hips.
They were mated. Gloria's eyes rolled up into their sockets
as George slowly
immersed his stallion penis into her juicy cunt.
But she recoiled
as he sought to remove it. She reached back
with both hands
to steady it in place. She wasn't going to let
this one get
away like I did. George clutched at her pendulous
breasts that
were hanging just a few inches from my face,
allowing her
free rein with his dick. She was all over it,
touching and
feeling the total expanse of it.
As I scrunched over to get a better view of the rear entry
action I again
noticed the poor guy in the corner. He was still
bug-eyed at
the actions going before him, but he was also being
fawned over
by another one of the girls. Judy had squatted down
in front of
him gently caressing his immensely swollen prick.
She appeared
to be tracing each of the severely distended veins
from his pubic
hair to the now-glistening head. Although his
eyes never left
George and Gloria, he definitely knew that Judy
was there.
He was desperately trying to extricate himself from
his lashings,
whether to escape or join the action, I could not
tell.
His struggles were heroic. If I was Judy, I would hop
right on that
cock and you would never see it again.
About that time I heard the simultaneous gasps of orgasm
escape the nearby
couple. I wrenched my eyes away from the
lovely corner
scene to see Gloria flop head first onto the bed,
dragging a still-buried
George along with her. His penis must
have been unmercifully
wrenched, but he never flinched. Again
the steady trickle
of bodily fluids escaping between the two
flowed over
the bed. Some even made its way to me as in my own
ecstacy I attempted
to slide into it. Again my struggle to join
the couple were
thwarted by my tethers.
But the director continued to bark his orders. He told one
of the girls
to help Noah, apparently, that was the guy in the
corner.
Alice sidled over to him and took his mighty staff,
pulled it down
as far as she could and let it go. It sprung up
in a mighty
arc and oscillated for some time. She then ran her
hands delicately
around the various nooks and crannies and then
bend down to
follow the traces with her tongue. Noah's eyes
rolled back
into his head as he let out a tremendous groan. I
couldn't believe
it, but his gigantic dork had grown some more,
not so much
longer as bigger around. Alice could just barely get
both hands around
it, but it was nearly impossible for her to
control it as
it jerked around in response to his struggles and
its own actions,
I guess.
I was brought back to reality (?) by another couple climbing
onto the bed.
"My god," I thought, "I can't take anymore of
this.
Here I am ready and willing and able, but they don't even
know it."
Greg lay down next to me, as Judy smilingly whispered to me,
"Eat your heart
out." Greg's cock, as expected, was raring to
go, all nine
inches of it. This would be interesting as Judy
didn't look
a day over 14 or an inch over 4-10. She didn't
appear to be
unversed, however. Grabbing Greg's thingus, she
opened her mouth
and swallowed nearly half his shaft. She began
moving up and
down covering his member totally with her saliva.
Greg moaned,
indicating that it didn't feel half bad. I sure
didn't know
how it felt to him, but it felt good to me just to
watch.
But how much more could I take?
Deeper and deeper Judy urged Greg's dick. He grimaced as he
apparently felt
his cock crash into the back of her throat, but
Judy seemed
to enjoy it. She kept banging her throat harder and
harder. The
thrill was overtaking him as he grunted, "I am ready
to explode."
As the pressure mounted she began to rub his balls softly,
almost as if
she didn't believe him. With a deep groan he began
to flood her
juicy little mouth with gobs of his hot cum. Each
spurt packed
with incredible power. She swallowed loudly,
agreeing with
the taste. "Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm," she kept moaning.
But it was too
much for her as the viscous seminal fluid began to
flow out of
her mouth. Greg's cock was super slippery as his own
sperm covered
the full length of the shaft.
Judy took the cock out of her mouth, a thick string of cum
still connected
the hard, pulsating head to her lower lip. "That
was so good,"
she gurgled with her mouth still full. His cock was
still straight
up in the air and it looked even longer and
thicker as it
gleamed. There was a puddle of it on the bed. Judy
carefully scooped
up some of the thick stuff in her hands and
inserted it
in her already slippery juice box.
She then positioned herself over Greg and placed his plum-
sized head against
her genital lips. "God, it's so big," she
said as she
maneuvered the cream-covered rod to somehow get it
in.
Then with a long grunt as if she was having a BM she forced
the rock-hard
head in. "Ooooh, maaaaa gooood!!!" she gasped as
she began to
move up and down very slowly. Her eyes closed in
delight as she
just sort of rocked gently up and down, steadily
working his
cock deeper.
"Oh, yeah, I love it," she said. She started really moving
up and down
as the last of his steel-hard shaft was absorbed in
her sweet box.
Biting her upper lip, she groaned, "Ooooooooooo
yeah, this is
what I needed."
"Let me fuck you, just like that," she said as she began to
pick up speed.
"Don't move. Oh, it feels incredible." Her eyes
rolled back
and her mouth opened as she continued to hammer away
at his swelling
swollen shaft. Alternating from a quick
succession of
quick strokes and slow long strokes his facial
expression showed
he obviously had another eruption coming on.
Coming up on one of her long strokes she pulled his cock out
of her love
box just enough to maintain his head just outside as
she began to
rub the slippery knob back and forth between her
labia and over
her pink little clit. Then she slowly put it back
into her succulent
cunt.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she let herself slip over Greg's
bloated, towering
penis. Then she stopped. After a few seconds
she began to
gyrate her hips. Slowly she added the in and out
strokes again.
"Uh, uh, uh ,uh, uh, oooh, uh, uh," she moaned with each
inward stroke.
"Oh, god, Oh, god. Oh, yes. I feel it. Oh,
fuck, me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me," she whimpered between each
forceful thrust.
He surely was about to explode in her. I
wondered how
much longer they could last, as I had just about had
it, myself.
Then, "I'm coming," he cried. "Oh, yeah," she replied,
"Come baby,
flood me with your love."
Those words were apparently what did it. He exploded inside
of her.
"Ooooooo, give it all to me. Empty yourself inside of
me. It
feels so hot and slippery," she cried. "I want you to go
even deeper
inside of me." His balls quivered with each burst.
"Oh, god, I think I'm coming," she erupted, "Oh yes, I'm
coming, oh,
oh, yes, oh, please don't stop, please don't stop,
fuck me, please
fuck me." But he was finished.
She screamed as she drew closer to her blissful pinnacle as
she continued
to thrust on him. "AAAAH, OOOOOH!, OH GOD!, OH
GOD!, OH YES!,
AH, AH, AH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
she screamed
as her love box spasmed around his still jerking
penis and her
juices flowed. "Oh yes, oh, that felt so
incredibly delicious."
They both collapsed, along with me, for I had been rigid as
Greg's cock,
myself.
After a few minutes we all sort of recovered. What next.
Anything else
would be anti-climactic (pardon the pun). Greg and
Judy slowly
and reluctantly disjoined and got up. Judy gave me a
reassuring smile
and patted my shoulder. The real word gradually
came back to
me. I could vaguely see the director and camera men
and a few of
the "stars" still sitting there rapt. The only
noise was the
bed creaking as Greg finally got off, the whirring
of the camera,
a cough in the back somewhere and a low, very low
moan.
The last was odd, I had never heard anything like it, it
was almost unearthly.
But one thing you had to say about it, it
was mournful.
Although still in a sexual "high" and virtually
starving for
relief, I could not help, but try to find the
source, as if
I didn't know already. There it was, that poor guy
in the corner.
He was slumped over being totally supported by
his bindings.
Well, he wasn't totally slumped over, his
magnificent
cock was flaming red and standing straight out
throbbing up
and down about two inches at a time. One of the
girls was still
hanging around his neck with one hand and
stroking his
immense penis with the other. It must have been a
full eighteen
inches now, the size was amazing. It was four
inches across
if it was an inch. Even from where I lay, all
trussed up,
too, I could see that he was in agony, not unlike
mine, come to
think of it. How could they do it?
Totally fascinated by the scene, I barely heard the director
tell all of
the women to leave. This was accomplished not
without protest.
I expected them to release me and let me go,
too, but either
they forgot or had other things in mind.
Then I looked down at myself. There I was all pink and
white, stretched
out on the bed. My tennis ball-sized breasts
each crowned
with a little pink nipple, proudly erect. My smooth
white legs,
my inner thighs, gently curved to meet at, what felt
like my very
soul, my crotch, where the silky pubic hairs nestled
all around my
passionately rising mons. The virginal labia
swollen like
never before and my clitoris, although hidden from
my view, was
stoutly erect, hungering for human contact. And the
moistness oozing
out of my vagina, down my crack to mingle with
the other bodily
secretions already present.
I desperately wanted to close my legs so I was not so
exposed, yet
I really wanted to put my hands down there and ease
the, seemingly,
unquenchable fire in my clitoris. I actually
even hoped that
they would allow one of those magnificent men to
cover me and
relieve me of my frustrations. But, I guess it was
not to be for
they came over and untied me. Then, as someone
draped a sheet
over me, I was told to just lie there and relax
for a little
bit.
I rolled over, oblivious to the observers and placed my hand
on my mons.
With a trembling finger I sought my little bud. At
last, if no
one else was going to do it I would. My hand darted
from my clit
to my oozing vagina. The crack, long off limits to
my probing hands,
felt moist, warm and inviting. "Mmmm... That
feels good!"
I moaned softly.
But my concentration was cut short by a loud roar. I
started, and
looked up. They had freed the Noah! He tore loose
from the remainder
of his bindings like they were mere threads.
One of his hands,
a enormous beefy thing grabbed his own tool,
the other he
flung up to his face. The he looked down at
himself, as
if in disbelief. Could it be he had never seen
himself erect
before? I decided not to stay around and see.
I then knew what was the next activity! I was off of the
bed in a flash
heading for the door, but this guy was quick as
well as big.
He ran after me, clearing the bed, as I looked back
in horror, in
a single leap. With one of his beefy hands he had
me by the shoulder.
His other arm wrapped itself around my
middle and I
was off of the ground. My 92 pounds didn't faze him
one bit.
It one swift, flowing motion he threw me back on the
bed. I
was so stunned that I lay there for a brief instant as he
towered over
me. He let out another horrendous roar, but it
didn't seem
appropriate with his sad, melancholy eyes.
He didn't seem to know what to do then, but I couldn't take
my eyes off
of his. They were so pleading. Slowly, very slowly,
I sat up, never
blinking. I had two choices, run or stay.
Something deep
down told me to run, but my actions were dictated
by the condition
of my body, not logic.
As I sat up, I slowly reached out to touch this magnificent
stallion cock.
Only then did I take my eyes off of his eyes and
look down to
what I had, or rather tried to have, in my hand.
Not only was
it too large for me to really hold with one hand,
but it was alive!
This was the Staff of Life, truly. It was unquestionably a
giant, a flaming
red giant. The shaft was laced with gigantic
veins wandering
this way and that, seemingly without purpose, but
I knew better.
Not only did the entire cock jerk up and down on
a regular basis,
but each vein that studded the jumbo shaft
seemed to throb
like an idling race car. I brought the other
hand up to try
to quell its independent spirit. If this was to
be mine, I must
have some semblance of control. With all of my
strength I seemed
to be able to hold him to small twitches. But
its strength
amazed and fascinated me. I proceeded to trace its
enormous expanse
with my fingers, forgetting that this was not a
dismembered
member. After thoroughly memorizing the shaft I
hesitated and
crept towards the tremendous glans. Although the
shaft had been
virtually as hard as a piece of steel, the glans,
so rosy and
shinning before me, was just firm, soft and firm. I
could gentle
squeeze it and it would yield a little. The one eye
appeared to
tear just for me as it stared at me.
As I finished tracing the glans around I decided to check
out the loosely
hanging testicles. They hung nearly six inches
below the ever-present
and attentive dick, in a soft loose bag of
skin.
I had never felt balls before, so it was a puzzle when I
had trouble
grasping them. They felt like tennis balls made of
gelatin.
They were pliable and soft, yet turgid.
I must have spent a long time just playing with the enormous
equipment presented
to me before I remembered that they were part
of a real live
person. I looked up. Staring down at me were two
large sad eyes.
Then the eyes rolled back into his head, he
released a low
moan of ecstacy and leaned over me. He gentle,
but firmly,
laid me back on the bed and began to trace my whole
body with his
huge rough hands. It was just too much for me.
Not only could
I not stand those scratchy hands, but I need no
preliminaries.
I was ready! I think he was, too.
I reached up and put my hands around his neck. He paused.
I whispered,
"Fuck me, you big horse!" He did not seem to
understand my
request, but he did get on the bed, down on all
fours over me.
The bed protested, but stayed up.
The scene must have seemed ludicrous. This giant, dark,
hairy ox-of-a-man
on all fours covering this petit blonde
virginal-looking
girl. I extracted my legs from between his and
reached up to
get them around his waste. At the same time I
pulled myself
up by my arms to hug him around the neck (I sure
didn't want
to get kissed by him).
He still didn't know what to do, but he was shaking like a
leaf.
The moans and groans spewed from his lips like water over
a dam.
Of course, I was shaking a bit myself, but I wasn't going
to let this
moment get away.
Then he seemed to remember what he had seen, for the
continued to
hold his stance and reach down with one hand to
again grasp
his unbelievable staff. He started trying to waggle
it around to
find a place to put it, but I could see I was going
to have to help
a little. I pulled myself up higher with my legs
until I just
felt the touch of his hot and, by now, sweaty penis.
The instant
I touched him, he froze. Then he got up on his knees
with me trailing
along. He sort of stood there on his knees,
moaning and
sweating. The with his free hand, the other one was
trying to control
the antics of his gigantic, flailing stanchion,
he reached around
my back and pulled me closer to him. I could
then feel that
he had begun rocking his hips, slowly, yes,
definitely making
actual fucking strokes, but he was missing the
point as I kind
of sitting on top of his dick. The motions were
graciously received
by me as my clitoris was being royally
stimulated.
This was better than riding a horse.
Gradually, his motions became heavier and more intense. He
was working
up a great lather pumping with his muscular haunches
supporting that
majestic and imposing rod. I wasn't sure, but
what he didn't
think that this was all there was to it, but I
didn't think
I wanted to be masturbated with that splendid
gorgeous penis
right there!
As I tried to talk Noah into waiting, I did what I could to
back away from
his steadily stroking penis. His motions were not
really under
his own control, but he obviously thought I was
trying to get
away, as he gripped be harder, almost too hard.
But, thank goodness,
nature took its course and his pelvic
thrusts became
longer and longer.
Just at the right moment I pushed mightily away from him and
dropped a fraction
of an inch. That was a mistake, as his return
thrust caught
me full. He actually tried to stuff all eighteen
inches of that
four inch monster in my tight little vagina at one
time.
Needless to say it didn't fit. I cried out in sheer
terror, thinking
he was going to rip me in two. Whether it was
that or the
fact the very tip of him stupendous penis had found
home, I don't
know. He was transfixed. He stopped, looked down
at us, looked
up, grunted and removed his steadying hand. Very
gentle he reached
both hands back to my gracefully rounded, pure
white bottom
and held each buttock in his palm.
His rock-hard cock, lodged against my involuntarily tightly
closed vagina,
sent bolts of electricity shooting through me.
This was it.
I moaned loudly and thrust my hips towards this
dauntless scepter
to hasten his entrance. Now the man knew
instinctively
the time had come for some serious work. He
rotated his
hips so that his penis kind of slid around my labia.
My juices had
never stopped flowing, thank goodness, so this was
the perfect
opportunity to lubricate his glans for the mad charge
ahead.
Again he placed his rigid cock's head on the now yearning
opening.
My continued thrusting gradually forced the tip of his
head to disappear
inside my virginal cunt. There was a momentary
twinge of pain,
but that was more than offset by a marvelous full
feeling.
"A real man, at last, a real man," I thought. Not one
of those wimpy
little geeks. This is what woman was made for.
Now the man began to move again. With some hesitation or
trepidation,
I didn't know, nor care, I could feel his hips move
a short ways
in, then out. But I moved with him. He was firmly
lodged, but
it was going to take some effort to proceed further.
I had serious
doubts how long he was going to last, as he had
been putting
up with a pretty suggestive show for a very long
time.
Personally, I had cum several time, but I was more than
ready for more.
Would he be?
His moans became more pronounced as the determined humping
of his haunches
increased in intensity. Still no progress, but
the stimulation
I was getting was heading me for another climax
anyway.
His pelvic stabs had begun as strokes, maybe, a few inches
long, but as
he appeared to gather courage and confidence they
grew longer
and slower. Slowly I felt his magnificent dick creep
in deeper by
a fraction of an inch. Then more.
But before his thrusts could bear much more fruit he seemed
to lose control.
His strokes approached six, then eight or ten
inches or maybe
more. All I could do was ride with them. I
didn't think
I could have taken it if I had been on the bed.
Then with an unearthly moan he came. The initial shot of
semen seemed
to penetrate my very soul, a hot searing flood of
cum followed.
Was this his first time? I wondered. Everything
about this guy
was superlative. He just kept cumming and
cumming.
I reached down to feel his balls to see if I could
detect the end,
but they were just as full as before. Maybe I
couldn't tell
that way.
Although I took his out-pouring with great pleasure, I had
hoped for more,
I wanted another climax from this stud of the
first water.
Oh, ye of little faith.
After his momentous flood I expected his to pull out and
leave the way
guys do, but he apparently wasn't through with me.
He leaned over
and gently laid me down on the bed, still enlodged
and still hard
as steel. With a grunt of satisfaction he began
his ministerings
to me again. The stallion wanted to take me for
another ride!
With utter elation I grasped him around the neck again, re-
clutched his
full loins and waited for the onslaught. Again he
started gently,
with his short strokes. I tried to extract him
on his up stroke
so he would have momentum on his down, to no
avail, I was
stuck and just rode with him as he went up.
The frustration at only being able to invade a few inches
sent the man
into a frenzy. His still pulsing penis was poised
to fully penetrate
my body. His horse-stabs grew longer.
Then a wondrous thing happened. He moved in me again. The
added lubrication
of his cum, assisted us where my meager oilings
would not suffice.
His pelvic motions definitely were bearing
fruit.
As he poured his whole being into each monstrous stab, I
slowly, juicily
and with obvious relish, absorbed more and more
of the incredible
staff.
His plunges had met my involuntary resistance. Mentally, I
tried to open
as wide as possible, I wanted his whole being
inside of me.
After an amazingly short time; however, the
resistance lessened.
It was the final lunge at the end of a superb foot-inch
stroke that
did the trick. We both emitted muffled cries when
his immense
penis finally thrust home. Together we froze in
seemingly amazement.
I just had time to catch my breath when he
began again.
This time I didn't have to ride with him, I could
go "against"
him. He filled me to the hilt.
His flailing thrusts were rewarded with the delicious,
lubricated sliding
of his gorgeous vein-studded, flaming penis in
my creamy pink
vagina. Although my delicate pink clitoris was
seemingly waiving
in the breeze of his motions, I could care
less.
Once again this superb stallion-of-a-man found renewed
energy.
Giving a cry of pleasure and he redoubled his efforts.
As the fantastic,
scintillating penis slipped deeper into me, I
arched my back
and groaned, "My god!" Over and over he drove his
glorious penis
deeper into me and with each stroke both of us
grunted in unison.
As his strokes approached ten inches in
length the penetration
by his spectacular organ was very nearly
complete.
And then, with a huge flash, the world exploded. With one
magnificent
plunge the man came with a heart-wrenching shriek.
My response
was not muffled this time. As he struggled to unload
his wad into
me my whole body stiffened and once again I went
into a spasmodic
orgasm. His testicles boiled up and erupted
their contents
inside of me until I could practically taste it.
I never had
a chance to wonder where it all came from, and surely
didn't care,
as long as I was the recipient. All I know is that
his hot sticky
semen continued to spew and spurt inside of me for
what seemed
like eternity.
Now all we had to do was wait for the jury to count the
ballots, for
Noah and I had already voted.
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