Chapter 5 #2
Avalon swallows hard again but then nods and lifts one knee and brings her weight over my torso so that she’s sitting on my waist. Good thing her skirt is long and loose so that it doesn’t restrict her motion.
Her hot little twat is pressed up against my belly, and my cock is positioned right at the crack of her behind.
Damn, this could be one way to try anal because we’re already in the right position.
I’d love to see her buck naked, crying with joy as she impales her ass on my thick shaft.
Would she shiver and tremble with joy, mewling softly as she enjoys the deep penetration?
Or would she scream her lungs out, rattling the windows in their frames? Either way, I intend to find out.
But Avalon still has no idea what I’m up to and looks deep into my eyes before forming her hands into a fist and pressing them on my chest.
“Where were we?” she breathes.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say in a low voice. “Just start.”
“Okay, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen!” she huffs, going a little pink in the cheeks once again as her big tits swing. “Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!”
“Better,” I encourage. “I can actually feel something now.”
She pauses to shoot me a wry smile.
“That’s because your chest is as hard as stone, Mr. Carrington. Before, I couldn’t get your chest to go down even a little bit, but at least now, it goes down half an inch.”
I grin at her.
“Try to get it to go down a full inch. Compressions are actually supposed to depress the recipient’s chest by two inches, although we don’t need to do that today because a lot of times, the recipient’s ribs are broken as part of the effort. I definitely don’t want to be put in a body cast.”
Avalon smiles sassily at me.
“I doubt I could break any bones in your body,” she murmurs. “You’re built like a tank!”
I grin.
“It’s from chopping wood and hauling logs all day. Just kidding,” I smirk. “I work in the city at a boring office job, so if anything, I’m more prone to carpal tunnel and losing my eyesight. But go on.”
Avalon shakes her head with a giggle and then places her hands on my chest and starts up with the thrusting once more. “Twenty-one!” she pants. “Twenty-two! Twenty-three!”
That’s when I realize that the sweet girl is turned on. There’s a musky, slightly salty scent wafting towards my nostrils, and it’s the unmistakable fragrance of aroused pussy. Yes, my little Av is creaming hotly into her panties, and I grunt, my cock straining at my jeans.
“Keep going,” I rasp. “You’re doing great.”
The young blonde is sweating now, even as she labors with her thrusts.
“Twenty-eight!” she puffs. “Twenty-nine, thirty!”
“Perfect,” I rasp. “Now for the mouth to mouth.”
She’s panting a bit, staring at me with wide blue eyes as that big bust heaves up and down.
She leans forward a bit, the neckline of her sweatshirt gaping, and then places a soft, sweet kiss on my mouth that rocks me to my bones.
I thought I’d be dealing with a hot slut, and in some ways, Avalon is a hot slut.
She was sent here by Sweet Lies, so there’s no doubt of her innate character.
But the kiss is something more. Her lips are soft and sensual on mine, taking their time as if she’s savoring me.
I open my mouth when her tongue tentatively touches my bottom lip, and immediately, our kiss deepens into a passionate liplock.
She’s soft, sensual and sweet above me, her delicious floral fragrance filling my nostrils, and I feel energized, captivated, and totally in over my head.
“One,” she breathes. “Two.”
I’m fucking lost. How the hell did this happen from just a kiss? But I’m head over heels with lust, desire, and something scary and undefined, and lift my head to chase her lips as she pulls away. But Avalon’s smiling again, her long blonde hair coming undone from her braid as she straightens.
“Back to the compressions, Mr. Carrington,” she says with a naughty smile. “Are you ready?”
No, I’m not ready because I want more of Avalon.
I want to take this woman in my arms, and to flip us over, bearing down on that curvy form with my superior weight.
I want to ravage her mouth like a beast as my big palms squeeze those succulent breasts before skimming over her waist and then gripping the large white globes of her ass.
Then, I want to slide my dick into her dripping wet cunt, watching with adoration as she moans with ecstasy above me.
But Avalon’s the one in charge. The curvy girl’s controlling our tryst, and she’s damned naughty. The young woman wiggles a bit while straddling me, rubbing her clit against my lower belly, and I moan out loud.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she mewls. But before I can say anything, she’s already back at the chest compressions.
“One!” she says. “Two, three, four!”
I’m dying now. I need into the sweet girl because she’s toying with my arousal, and loving it.
She’s purposefully letting her sweatshirt hang down at the neckline so that I get a glimpse of those big breasts bouncing up and down as she thrusts.
She’s purposefully squirming against my groin, rubbing her wet pussy on my washboard abs with my big dick pressed up against the sumptuous globes of her behind.
Yet two can play at this game because I need into that wet twat, and I’m going to get it.
With a stealthy hand, I reach down behind Avalon and undo my jeans.
The anaconda inside pops out immediately, stiff and aching with need.
Fuck, I feel like I’m going to explode already, and she hasn’t even directly touched it yet.
But moaning a bit to distract her, I shift my hips, pushing Avalon forwards a little.
“Six!” she pants, still smiling that naughty smile as her big breasts bounce and sway. Then she pauses. “Oooh, I’m so hot, Mr. Carrington. Do you feel hot in here? Let me take this off.”
Before I can respond, she whips the fluffy sweatshirt over her head, and goddamn, but Heaven’s gate just opened because of course, she’s not wearing a bra.
Her tits are huge and ivory, the pink nipples stiff and delicious.
I can’t resist and lift my head to lick at one peaked tip, before turning to suckle at the other.
“Oooh!” Avalon cries out, throwing her head back with delight. “That feels so good! But you’re supposed to be unconscious, Mr. Carrington,” she says in a mock reproving tone before pushing me back down. “I haven’t finished my compressions yet.”
Her teat pops out of my mouth with an audible wet sucking sound, and I put my head back down on the floor as she wriggles some more, teasing me with the heat of that hot pussy.
Damn, the girl’s wet because I can feel nectar seeping against my skin, and it’s that fragrance again.
It’s a wet, hot, twat fragrance, and it drives me into a frenzy until I can’t take it anymore.
As Avalon resumes her compressions, I reach down and take hold of my rock-hard shaft in one hand.
“Eight!” she huffs, big boobies bouncing. “Nine, ten!”
But on the eleventh beat. I buck up with my hips so that she’s forced to move forward.
It’s nothing crazy. It’s not an earthquake, nor is Avalon thrown head over heels.
She’s just pushed so that her big bottom rises in the air, and that’s all the opening I need.
In a flash, I have my fuckpole positioned at her wet entrance, one hand brushing away the ineffective string of her thong.
She sits down naturally, without even realizing that something’s gone majorly awry.
“Elev—unnnnh!” the sexy girl wails. Her eyes open with shock, her plush pout a perfectly round “O” as she feels the tip of my dick penetrate her hot honey hole.
But there’s a catch because this isn’t some tiny little dick that girls can envelop easily with a hot and slick pussy.
I’m fucking huge, and Avalon feels it. She wails again, throwing her head back as she’s stretched painfully by the first two inches of my cock.
“Unnnnh!” Avalon moans. “Oh oh oh!”
Again, I’m massive size. I’m ten inches long and as big as a soda can at my base.
My cock’s the type of thing that a woman can’t fist with her fingers, or at least they can’t close their fingers around the entire circumference.
Plus, don’t even get me started on oral because the girls drool uncontrollably, their cheeks bulging as they try to swallow my man meat.
To put it simply, handling my horse cock is a challenge, and more than a few women have cried with anticipation and a bit of fear.
But their tears turn to joy when they feel it inside, and quite a few lose their minds with ecstasy.
After all, a woman’s pleasure is important to me. Maybe I have a tool that can do damage, but if wielded correctly, it can also be a woman’s most devastating sexual encounter. As a result, I work hard to make sure it’s good for them, and Avalon is no exception.
“You look beautiful,” I breathe, staring up at her shocked expression worshipfully.
“Your tits are insanely big and luscious, and I love seeing you like this, with the tip of my cock buried in your honey hole. Do you think you can slide down a little, sweetheart? I know I’m massive, but I think you can do it. ”
Avalon gurgles a bit, still struggling with the cockflesh penetrating her wet interior.
“Mmmph,” she moans. “Unnnh.”
I get it. She’s been robbed of her ability to speak coherently, and I reach my head up to kiss and lap at a nipple, before lying back down.
“You look gorgeous,” I growl again. “So fucking fertile and ripe, and I can feel your juices dripping down my shaft, sweetheart. It means you want it. But let me help you a little.”
Then, I shift one big hand around to play with her clit, rubbing the underside of the hard nub before giving it a playful pinch.
“Aieee!” Avalon wails, jerking with pleasure as she throws her head back. “Oh oh oh!”