Chapter 12 #2
BJ takes my ankles, holding them out wide with my legs suspended in the air and then notches the huge head against my opening. He pauses there and meets my eyes, cocking his head in question.
I jerk my head yes and then drop my gaze back down to watch as he slowly but surely pushes his giant skeletal cock into my tight opening.
Panting at the exquisite stretch, I watch in fascination as just the head breaches me, the rest of the articulated cock still waiting. I eye each bony knob and feel wetness drench my thighs as I anticipate what his dick bone will feel like sliding into me, wondering how I can possibly make him fit.
He shakes as he slowly pushes forward until the widest part of the head breaches me. I pant, and focus on relaxing. A cry slips from my lips as the rest of the round head slips in.
He immediately freezes and looks at me. I give him a small smile, and then we both stare down at where we are joined.
I wait until the burning stretch starts to feel like desperation for him to move and then cry, “I want you. All of you. Fuck me.”
His eyes flick back to my face, but he doesn’t move, not until I beg him.
“Please, BJ, please fuck me now,” I whine. “I need this bony cock so bad.”
He pulls out, and I feel myself gaping open for him, then he thrusts into me, plunging the head and first segment into my pussy.
I sound like a woman possessed as I throw my head back and demand, “More.”
He starts a relentless pace, each thrust advancing his skeletal monster cock into me, one knobby vertebrae at a time, each retreat dragging the fullness of the skull-like head against my inner walls.
I’m full, so full, but there is still so much more of him to take. My head rolls from side to side, overwhelmed with the pressure coursing through me, spiraling up from our joining and radiating out through my body like a light in the dark.
He takes one of my feet and props it up on his pelvic bone, then slides a hand under my hips and tips them up so I can take more of him. The wet sound of my arousal fills the tent as he continues to pound into me. Finally, he is fully seated, every last vertebrae-like knob buried deep inside me.
He curls himself over me, and I wrap my hands around his rib bones, holding on as he fucks me hard and deep.
I look down to see my belly bulging with each thrust. Soon my moans and cries are drowning out the sounds of my wet core sucking and pulling at him and the harsh slaps of his pelvic bone against mine.
My hips are meeting the frantic rhythm of his own, but my sweaty hands are starting to slip against his smooth plastic ribs. My muscles are shaking from the exertion, and when I start to go limp, I feel his cock swell impossibly harder inside of me, the hard bone going even more rigid.
“Fuck, BJ, I love your skeleton cock,” I cry. “Fuck me harder with your baculum.”
I don’t know how I can possibly take more, but damn do I want it. My arms fall to my sides and my body lays limply against the pillows. My strength is gone, and all I can do is give myself over to pleasure. Surrender to the feel of hard bone inside of me.
Still, BJ plows into me, one hand wrapped around my waist and the other skating up my body, over my breasts to circle my throat. His hand is so large, he only needs his thumb and finger to collar me.
He must like the visual, because his hips stutter and then thrust faster, harder, until my voice is just one continuous moan. His LED eyes go black, and the pleasure builds inside me like the excitement of trick or treat.
The movie is over, only the flickering candlelights from the jack-o’lanterns highlight him in stark contrasting relief. My white skeleton against the dark night, looming over me, surrounding me, inside of me.
I want our first time to last forever, but I feel pleasure cresting inside of me and know that I can’t hold out any longer. It builds and builds, until every muscle is quivering and I cry, “Come with me, Mr. Bonejangles. Fill me with your pumpkin cum!”
He gives his hardest, deepest thrust yet, and I feel him explode inside of me, liquid heat pulsing in hot jets, filling me, spilling out of me, and I scream my release. He continues to thrust into me, an irregular rhythm now as he chases his own pleasure.
His whole skeletal frame vibrates like an earthquake and triggers aftershocks to ripple through me. I feel myself pulsing around him, gripping him as if my pussy wants to keep him inside of me forever. I chant his name, over and over, giving voice to the only litany coursing through my hazy mind.
He slams himself home one more time and stays there, one more jet-like pulse deep inside of me that has our combined fluids gushing out, then his bones sag, as if he too is exhausted.
I lie there, panting and staring down at where he still is seated inside me.
The smell of my arousal mixed with pumpkin spice permeates the air, and it's my new favorite fall scent. As much as I want to bask in this perfect afterglow forever, I pat his sternum and say, “I gotta put my leg down. I can’t feel my toes.”
He helps gently lower my foot off his hip, and then slowly pulls out, staring down to watch as he withdraws.
I moan as each knob rubs across my walls and I can feel my entrance opening and closing around each one. When he goes to pull out the skull-like head, I hiss at the stretch all over again.
It comes out with a lascivious pop, and then pumpkin orange cum comes flooding out after it. He rubs the head up and down my slit, bumping against my clit and spreading his cum all over my pussy and thighs as he paints my skin with his release.
“Keep that up and I’ll be ready for round two,” I laugh.
He shoots me a look that I can’t mistake for anything other than hopeful.
“All right, let me show you something new,” I say and roll over onto my hands and knees. I wiggle my ass at him and then start giving him instructions. “So you’re going to—”
But he grabs my hips and my words fade into a moan as I realize some things need no explanation.