Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Oh, God, it was too much, too big, too thick.
It was never going to fit. He was splitting me apart, and it was awful.
We were on a rough blanket on the ground.
My legs were spread wide as he tried to feed his cock into my gash, but it wasn’t working.
I couldn’t breathe, the discomfort was so great, and my body tightened up in reaction.
“Relax, baby. Your love canal can take me if you relax,” he crooned.
“No, I can’t. You’re too big.”
His teeth flashed in the darkness, but I couldn’t summon the energy to be annoyed with him right now.
“I told you I needed to make you come first,” he chided.
“But I’ve come so many times already tonight. It’s not going to work. You don’t fit.”
“Humor me. Like I said, my junk takes getting used to, and sometimes, being eager and wet isn’t enough. You have to be relaxed, too, and you are not relaxed, baby.”
His pole hadn’t gotten very deep in my honey pot before I froze up, but I still whimpered at the movement when he withdrew. God, that sucked.
“Where’s your little toy?” he asked.
“You don’t mind using a battery-operated boyfriend?”
His amusement was clear even in the pre-dawn darkness.
“Baby, no toy can hold a candle to my dick, but that doesn’t mean they don’t serve a purpose. I want in that tight hole of yours, so I’ll use whatever tools I need to get in there.”
His pragmatism made me laugh. My laugh cut off when he touched the vibrator to my clit, and I shrieked.
“Keep it down, baby girl. We should be alone, but we don’t want any of the neighbors to call the cops because they heard strange noises coming from the closed library.”
I settled back down, legs akimbo, and he tickled my pink pearl with my silicon friend. This time, I was ready for him. Still, I hissed when he turned up the vibrations. I’d come multiple times today, and my clit was sensitive.
“Relax, baby.”
“Can you relax when someone orders you to?” I demanded.
“I fuck a lot, so I’m always relaxed,” he laughed.
Then he stood up. Worried, I stared up at him. When he stretched his hand out to help me, I wilted inside. Damn it.
“Giving up already?”
I joked to cover my apprehension.
“Hell, no. I want to slide between those glistening pussy lips of yours real bad, but we’re gonna try something else.”
He led me over to the picnic table and planted his ass on the tabletop. His legs stretched out in front of him, and he pulled me between his spread thighs.
“First, baby, do you think those cum guzzlers of yours can polish my sword for a bit? Suck my cock with those ruby red lips of yours. I’m drooping, but I’m already suited up.”
Since he was gloriously nude already, I dropped to my haunches to nuzzle his love stick. The aftertaste of the condom wasn’t appealing, but my pussy juice and the flavored lube we used overrode some of the nasty flavor of the spermicide.
More importantly, the combination let me deep-throat more of his wood than before. Or maybe that’s because he was only semi-hard. Either way, I was able to take more of his throbbing member than I had earlier.
In minutes, he’d grown noticeably harder and bigger. His hands on the back of my head held me in place while he face-fucked me.
“That’s it, baby. Slob on my knob and raise my flag again. Look at you taking me so good with those big, sexy lips of yours.
My hands clung to the backs of his knees.
He held me in place and fucked my mouth faster, harder, deeper.
I gagged and choked, but still he jackhammered my throat with his huge dick.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, and my nipples could cut glass, I was so turned on.
My coochie ached to be stuffed the way he battered my swollen mouth.
At last, he yanked himself out of me. I gasped for breath and flexed my sore jaw.
“Come over here, baby, and turn around. Show me that tight little ass of yours.”
Under his spell, I obeyed. I shivered with excitement when his calloused hands stroked up the backs of my bare legs.
He shoved my skirt up past my hips, and I was naked from the waist down.
Bryan pulled me up against him, and his wood poked me in the back.
He followed my thought process because he laughed.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to take your sexy ass tonight.” He rubbed my ass cheeks as he spoke, and I shivered at the sensations he evoked. “You’d need a lot more stretching, and I’m not patient enough for that, tonight. But maybe someday if you’re a good girl.”
The thought of his massive dong drilling my back door horrified me. Once again, he knew the direction of my thoughts.
“Believe it or not, some women find it easier to take a huge cock like mine in their ass than in their mound. Something about the curve and angles, but I don’t know.
I don’t care what the reason is as long as my dick is happy.
Tonight, I’ve got a better idea. It won’t take nearly as long to prepare you to take me this way. ”
He pulled me onto his lap, his erection trapped between us.
Then he hooked a hand under one of my thighs and draped it over his leg, opening my flower to the night air.
His rough hands felt amazing as he stroked my inner thighs and moved closer to my pearl.
When he rubbed my turgid clit, a moan tore from my throat.
His other hand cupped one of my tits. He compressed it too hard to titillate, but the painful pressure balanced out the heightened arousal his clit-rubbing elicited. Bryan was such an odd mix of fumbling and fantasy.
Right now, I didn’t care. Every stroke of my sex button got me closer to riding his love muscle, and that’s all that mattered.
He let go of my breast with another rough squeeze.
“Rub your clit for me, baby,” he ordered seconds before he shoved two of his fat fingers into my juicy cunt.
With hands that shook from arousal, I did. He pumped, I rubbed, and my excitement increased. The warm night air caressed my sweat-slicked skin.
The rest of the world faded away to nothing as my panting and mewling grew louder. The only other sound was the slurping, squelching noise of him finger-banging me while I rubbed my sex.
“Come on my hand, you horny little slut,” he ordered. “Give me that love juice so I can shove my big dick into your tight sheath and tickle your g-spot.”
I whimpered, eager to please him and even more eager to attempt to take his giant phallus again, but my orgasm eluded us both.
“Don’t stop,” he demanded. “Keep rubbing, no matter what.”
He withdrew his fingers from my dripping hole. I let out an involuntary moue of disappointment, and he pinched my nipple again. This time, it felt good. I wasn’t sure if he did a better job this time, if I’d gotten used to his ham-handed ways, or if I was so turned on it didn’t matter what he did.
A flood of pussy juice squirted out of me, and I groaned. He wrapped one hand around my waist and held me tight, his cock throbbing between us.
“Good girl,” he said in my ear.
Then he pushed my fingers aside and touched the forgotten vibrator to my distended clit. This time, I screamed as my orgasm detonated through me. Bryan held me in place as he worked me over with my vibrator, bringing me to climax multiple times until I was a sobbing, soaked mess of cream and lust.
“Now you’re ready for me. You’ve got such a juicy little cunt, baby girl. I can’t wait to slide my hog between your meat flaps, but you’re in charge at the start. You control how much you take and how fast.”
Still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasms, I passively allowed him to move us from the top of the picnic table to the bench.
He draped each of my legs over his thighs and held me by the waist to lower me down onto his lap, reverse-cowgirl-style.
Bryan rubbed his cock through my love juice, teasing me with his broad head at my entrance.
“That’s it, baby. It’s time for your hot beef injection. Ride my big dick like the cum-slut you are.”