Loading...I had been invited by my boss to dinner at his home. Marek Jablonsky was a paunchy, well-set man in his late forties, sort of overweight, a non-nonsense character who had a constant disapproving frown on his face. He was your typical ill-bred working class lout who enjoyed making others squirm with his offending comments. He hated everyone and thought everyone was a complete asshole. And to make matters worse he was a drunk. He had a bottle of Vodka in his office and made sure that he never ran out of it. It was my job to see that he didn’t.
He was usually fairly stewed yet surprisingly able to run his business. Yet at certain times, when he drank himself into oblivion, he couldn’t function at all and let me run things. Then, when he woke up, he was completely oblivious to what had happened the day before. The only thing he doted on was his wife. She was a good cook and kept the house tidy. The only complaint her had about her that she yet to give him a son. And he really sobbed about that! He made me sick the way he babbled on about her, especially when he was well tanked.
Donna Jablonsky, a petite and slender creature as demure and timid as a church mouse, quietly served the evening meal. She flitted nervously about the table as she placed the plates, one eye always on her husband who had already consumed half a dozen beers. She knew what he was like when he was drunk and she seemed a little edgy. Like her husband she was Polish. Yet he was a second generation Pole and she, although her English was good, was not and still had her accent. He had met her while visiting his hometown of Gdansk, married her and brought her back with him. This was about three years ago. I don’t know what in the world made her marry this drunken slob.
She was many years Jablonskynksy’s junior and couldn’t have been more than thirty. I was suddenly astonished that my boss’s wife was actually quite good-looking. I had met her on several previous occasions and never gave her a second look. It had been winter during these encounters and she had been completely obscured by a thick, dark fur coat and scarf. She seemed the mousy type, very short and nondescript and I hardly paid her any attention. This was the first time I had seen her without a coat and suddenly couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
Although she was prancing about on two-inch heels it was evident that without them she was rather short, about 5’1″ and very, very slim. Borderline skinny was perhaps a better description. She had small, delicate hands with breakable wrists and slender arms. She had small, frail shoulders, had narrow hips, a small waist and straight and slender legs. Yet her fragile and slim body was nonetheless surprisingly rather well proportioned. Oh, the curves were there. And what curves! She had the smallest waist I had ever seen—-I could have easily clasped both hands around it so that my fingers touched! The narrow waist naturally amplified her firm buttocks and well-toned hips and was what gave her that waspish, hourglass figure. I suppose that this exceptional narrow waist was what leant her that slim and fragile look whereas without it she’d have been as plain and straight as a garden rake. But the real eye-popping features on her slim body though, besides that tiny waist, were her breasts. She had an amazing set of firm hooters jutting out from her, full and perky ones that drilled through her dark sweater like tent poles, so firm and pointy that you could poke your eyes out. Their firmness and forward-thrusting nature made me wonder if they were real. Either that or she had to be wearing one hell of a padded support bra! It was unbelievable. No doubt about it. Donna Jablonsky had to have had the slimmest, most forward-heaving torpedo-shaped teats I’ve ever seen inside the cups of a mere 32 bra! A 32 (or less) was obvious, as she was very slim. The cup size, however, was hard to estimate. A D-cup? Maybe even bigger. Man, they were sticking out as if she’d shoved light bulbs under her top! It was quite a view!
She had jet-black hair, silky smooth and straight, the overall length falling just a little past her shoulders. The bangs were even and the ends curled inwards a bit. She had a pale skin tone, large green Bambi eyes and a small and pouting mouth with real thick lips. What a doll! She was definitely the feminine type. Tonight she was wearing a silky-thin wrap-around skirt that fell just past the knees, a smoky charcoal with a faint hue of red and gold floral patterns. I could make out her slim thighs through the diaphanous material. Over that she was wearing a finely knit black cardigan with a gold trim down the buttoned front. A silky scarf that sort of matched the thin skirt was draped over her left shoulder, the tied ends dangling loosely between her breasts. And those firm torpedo-shaped boobs of hers really pushed against that black cardigan, lifting it away from her body. It was a short cardigan and at certain times, like when she bent over the table, it slipped up her back and showed a lot of skin and the elastic waistline of the dark skirt. I was suddenly quite sexually stirred. She was elegant and quite charming. And she took care to look presentable. The fingernails were long and finely manicured, painted mauve, and from her right wrist dangled a narrow, gold chain bracelet festooned with numerous tear drop ornaments that chimed and clanged whenever she moved. It was no wonder that Jablonsky thought the world of her! She was quite the cute, little package!
This fragile and delicate physique of hers had an amazing virginal appeal—-the slim and short stature of a child with the fully developed contours of a mature woman. She had the kind of ultra feminine innocence that made a man—any man—feel that only he was man enough to make her shriek and squawk like a virgin! And I admit that I suddenly entertained thoughts that would have made a whore blush!
After the dinner table was cleared, the wife dutifully produced a bottle of Vodka and a deck of playing cards. Poker was the game of choice. I knew that Jablonsky was a high roller and that a lot of cash could either be won or lost. It could go either way. I wondered what kind of a player he was, considering the fact that he was intent to drink himself silly again.
And so we started to play. Donna slipped into an easy chair and started to work on something that looked like a blanket. Her knitting needles echoed through the room like castanets. I stole a peek at her while Jablonsky studied his cards. She was sitting there, legs crossed, the thin skirt draped high over her raised knee, showing me a fair amount of slender ankle. The foot bobbed lazily up and down, the dark slipper-like pump dangling to and fro. I could notice her black sweater lifting and falling as she moved her knitting needles back and forth, her firm breasts pushing so forcibly against it so that I was able to make out the pointed tips. Yum, yum.
Two hours went by. The stakes were surprisingly high and already Jablonsky had lost close to two thousand dollars. He was foolish to bet large amounts on every hand, loosing it at every round. I was damn lucky. Within two hours I had doubled my winnings and was now bleeding him dry. Jablonsky stared at his hand. I had just raised him one thousand dollars. I had four Jacks and I knew that he couldn’t possibly have a better hand. Sweat was pouring down his forehead. He was already extremely drunk, lisped and dribbled saliva when he spoke. “Shit! My f-first good hand and I g-got nothing to meet your bet,” he lamented with a stutter. His eyes were glazed. “I’m gonna nail you, b-boy! This is a damn good hand! But I ain’t got no money. D’you accept the television set? It’s a big screen—worth h-hundreds.”
I shook my head. “No. I got one.” Jablonsky brushed back his hair and sighed. “Okay. H-how about my BMW? It’s a f-few years old but it’s still g-good.”
“No. I don’t want that old rust bucket.” He made a face at me and stared at his hand again while I turned slowly to have a look at his wife. Donna’s head had fallen against the side of the armchair and she was fast asleep. Looking at her shapely legs, the small hips and those pointed breasts gently rising and falling suddenly gave me a wicked idea. I turned, placed my hand face down on the table and stared at him. “I’ll accept your wife,” I said matter of factly. “Give me your wife for one night. She looks like she’d be loads of fun in the sack.”
Jablonsky gazed at me drunkenly. “W-what? Are you nuts?”
I shrugged. “So? She’s about the only thing of value you got right now. You either put her up or you fold. It’s your choice. I just raised you a grand—-and you haven’t got any money. I’ll accept her. Nothing else. Or I can simply take these nine grand here and walk away. Do you want to throw all that money away because of some stupid principal?”
“No!” He rifled through his hand with a crazed leer. “Shit! Y-your bluffing. N-nobody can have a hand like mine! I got you by the balls!” He stared at me with a stupid expression. He was completely blitzed! I shook my head. “Nope. I got you by the balls, Marek. I raised you a grand. You either meet that or the pot is mine. Throw in your wife or I walk. It’s your call.”
“I can’t g-give you my w-wife! You’re crazy,” he stammered and looked at me with a horrified expression. “She’s no slut! I won’t allow it! Take the f-fucking TV!”
I shook my head. “No! I want your wife’s tight cunt! I got a great, whopping sausage that’s just going to make her squeal!” He stared at me, shocked at my filthy outburst. I knew that by tomorrow he would have forgotten the whole thing. His wife wouldn’t—-I still had to work out how I would guarantee her silence. “Come on! Nine grand! Do you want to admit that I’ve a better hand? What will it be?”
Jablonsky stared drunkenly at his hand again. He mopped his forehead and took another swig at his Vodka. “Shit! Y-you’re a real fucking asshole, d’you know that?” He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and burped. He gazed over at his wife’s inert form slouched in the armchair and scratched the back of his head. “Fuck it! You’re g-gonna loose anyway. You can’t p-possibly have a b-better hand. Okay, asshole. Y-you’re on. My w-wife against your t-thousand dollars. Show me your d-damn cards!”
He threw his cards down, exposing three Aces and a pair of fives. I smiled slowly and plopped down my hand with the four Jacks. Man, you should have seen his face!
He shot to his feet with a loud cry and almost knocked over the table with his fat gut. “No!” Surprisingly his loud outburst had not woken his sleeping wife. He raised his fist and glared at me. “Get the fuck out of m-my house, asshole! Take the d-damn cash, but y-you’re not laying a finger on my w-wife. Out!”
“Okay, okay.” I made a gesture of defeat and scooped up the money. He leaned drunkenly against the wall and watched me through filmy eyes. I spun around quickly and drove my fist into his flabby stomach. He grunted and fell to his knees. “Nobody whelches on Marcus Hardy and gets away with it,” I hissed in his ear. I grabbed his shirt collar and lifted him to his feet. “We had a deal. I intend to collect my debt.” He was almost unconscious, babbling incoherently and I sort of guided him, half dragged him around the table. I faced a chair into the livingroom and plopped him into it. He struggled but I gave him a solid clout across the back of the head. Now he was seeing stars twice fold! I removed his tie and cut it in half, then tied his wrists to the armrests. He gazed at me with a dazed expression. “What the f-fuck?”
I nodded. “You’re going to watch me maul your wife, you drunken piece of shit.” It was the weekend and I had lots of time. All I had to do was to periodically pour some booze down his throat to keep him in a constant state of drunkenness so that he wouldn’t remember a thing the following Monday morning. I was fortunate that they lived in a posh neighborhood where the nearest house was hundreds of yards away. Nobody was going to hear her screams! “I’m going to make your little timid mouse shriek and squeal all night. You’re going to watch the fuck feast of the century!” I grabbed his handkerchief and stuffed it in his mouth. All he could do was utter muffled groans.
Donna Jablonsky stirred. I turned and noticed how she was rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What’s going on?” she mumbled and straightened herself in her armchair. The knitting needles and the piece she’d been working on cluttered to the floor. She gazed at me with a puzzled expression, then frowned as she caught sight of her husband bound and gagged. “Has he been ranting again?” she asked as she rose to her feet. She turned, gathered the knitting off the floor, displaying her small and firm rump to me with the thin and flowered skirt riding up the crack of her ass. She plucked it out absentmindedly and came slowly toward us. Her full and pointy tits shook and wobbled as she bent her body forward slightly to smooth the thin skirt down her hips, the semi high-heeled black pump-like slippers making her skid and slide on the wooden floor. “He can be such a nuisance when he drinks.” She stopped in front of us and shook her head. Her expression was full of pity. “I’m glad you’re here to control him. Sometimes I don’t know what to do. He’s no wife beater, but he can get violent. He scares me sometimes when he’s like this. He must have really overdone it this night. I’ve never seen his face that red! Did he attack you?”
I smiled at her, marveling at the splendid view of her full and forward-swinging boobs drilling through the front of the black cardigan like missiles. She was so short that the top of her head barely reached the level of my chest. And she stood in front of me in two-inch heels! Without them she was definitely less than five feet! “No, not really. He was just upset that he lost the game. He refused to hand over what he owed me. He went a little nuts when I insisted.”
She stared at me. “Gosh! How much does he owe you?”
I smiled at her again. “A thousand bucks worth of your pussy, honey bunch. And I’m going to make damn sure that I collect every penny of it! Oh, you’re going to be very busy tonight. Right now you’re worth nothing to me. But once you’re naked and riding up and down on my stiff cock, well, then we’ll know what you’re worth. It all depends on your performance. I do hope that I haven’t been cheated.”
Her eyes went wide. “W-what did you say?” she stammered. She took a small step back and clasped her little hands to her mouth. She seemed totally shocked. She just couldn’t fathom what she had just heard. I unbuckled my belt and pulled it out of the belt loops and dangled it lazily in my hands. “Ah. I didn’t think so. Are we going to have to do it the hard way?”
She gazed at me with disbelief. “Have you gone mad? Y-you bought me?”
“Oh, don’t be like that. It’s just a loan—-sort of. You’re mine tonight. Don’t be foolish. I’m bigger and stronger than you are. Don’t make me hurt you. Let’s get to it. We’re going to put on a nice show for your hubby.”
“Not in a million years!” The tiny thing gasped and shook her head. “This is crazy!” She blazed a hateful stare at her drunken husband who mouthed unintelligible grunts through his gag. She took a step towards a little stand in the corner where there was a red telephone. Her heels clicked on the parquet floor as she strode towards it, tits bouncing. She reached for the telephone. “This is absurd! I’m calling the police!”
“Don’t touch that phone!” I gave my right wrist a little fling and the end of the leather belt connected with her backside. The thin skirt billowed up her thighs. “Aieeee!” She jumped as if stung by a bee and stumbled like a newborn foal as her high-heeled feet landed awkwardly on the shiny parquet floor. She crashed into the wooden stand and the telephone fell to the floor with a loud bang, bells chiming. She grabbed hold of the table for support and righted herself, her eyes wide with shock and fear. The silk shawl had slid away from her left shoulder to cascade loosely over her breasts. Yet I could still make out the conical tips of each stiff breast drilling right through it and the knit sweater! Talk about a stiff set—-she had to be wearing one of those side-padded bras that gave extra lift and firm support!
“Stand up straight!” I extended my arm and gave her another whip-like slap on that cute little rump: she jerked again, her feet gave way and she fell to one knee. Her full breasts wobbled and heaved underneath that silky shawl as she raised her arms protectively over her head. I wondered why they shook so much. She had to be wearing a real skimpy bra! I leaned over her crouching body and let the belt dance three or four times right across the crack of her ass. I could make out the shimmering outlines of a short black slip through the thin and diaphanous skirt as I leaned over her. She howled as the belt bit into her buttocks. “Stop! Stop!” The thin, silky skirt hardly offered her any protection and made the belt lashes sound as if I was connecting with bare flesh. “Don’t make me use this again, Donna,” I said quietly. “I don’t want to have to beat you to a pulp. You’re my property for tonight and I don’t want you damaged. Now be a good girl and stand up. Don’t move a muscle! And don’t make me repeat myself.”
She stood there lost and forlorn, totally helpless. She massaged her sore bum with her hands and started to cry. Her full and pointy tits shook. “Oh God! Please!” I slung the belt over my shoulder and pulled another chair forward and placed it in front of Marek at a ninety-degree angle. His eyes were wide with disbelief. I slapped the chair with the belt and beckoned her closer. She came hesitatingly forward, whimpering like a baby. “Stand in front of the chair.”
I tossed the belt aside and stepped in front of her and slowly hitched the skirt and the slip up her thighs until they lay raveled around her waist, revealing a very thin and diaphanous black bikini brief. Her cunt and a neatly trimmed dark thatch were clearly visible. “Sit. Spread your legs and tuck them under the chair.” She gave a sob and did as ordered, tucking her heeled feet under the front legs of the chair. I reached out and undid the silky scarf, pulled it away from her and stepped behind her. I slung it around her neck, looping it twice and she gasped and clawed at her throat. I grabbed her wrists and tied them to the back of her head with the dangling ends of the scarf. Now her hands were out of the way, the elbows sticking out so that she could use them to prop herself up in case I wanted her on all fours. And if she tried to struggle she would only strangle herself. It was an effective way to control a woman, one of my favorite methods.
Then I knelt down between her thighs, reached up and slowly began to unbutton the black cardigan. “Let’s have a look at what’s lurking underneath.” It was true—kneeling there I did almost poke my eyes out! Her two tits were sticking out like rockets! She whimpered as I undid the third button and her knees dug into my ribs. “No!” she begged me with wide eyes. “Please.”
“Sssh. Stop squirming.” I patted her cheek and slipped my hands into the collar of her cardigan again. When I reached the level of her breasts I hardly had to do any fumbling for her hefty and pointy tits practically pushed the buttons through the buttonholes for me. I didn’t see much, though, just a smoky and filmy silhouette for she was wearing a black silk camisole underneath. I undid the button underneath her breasts and her pointy tits actually pushed the cardigan open. I undid the last button and she sobbed and averted her gaze as I peeled the cardigan open, revealing the black, smoky and thin material of the camisole. “Oh, shit!” My eyes almost popped out of their sockets! She wasn’t even wearing a bra—-only that thin camisole! Those fucking tits of hers were firm and upright enough to have drilled through her sweater without any support? I shook my head—-these tits were utterly unbelievable!
She had two forward thrusting pear-shaped cones that poked through the thin camisole like two tents, the nipples pushing through the filmy material like buttons so that the camisole was stretched taut across each pointed tip. Her tits, although not round and bulbous, were extremely full, conical and pointy and heaved outwards at least five inches from her slim body like overgrown pears. No sag—just a bit of a downward slope, the nipples perched at each tip like buds. Shit—-firm enough not to droop but yet still loose and hefty enough to shake and wobble! She had the neatest tits I’d ever seen on such a skinny body. Jesus—-real 32DD cup teats!
I cupped them gently and she emitted a little squeal. Although firm they were pleasantly cushiony and malleable like putty. I couldn’t help it—-I started to squeeze and crush them with vigor right through the smoky camisole and she cried out with shock. I sank my hands around them and pulled and mashed at them, pulling the thin camisole taut so that her nipples were being pulled to the sides. With a groan I tore the flimsy thing off her with one quick tug and slammed my hands around her conical tits again. She had the perkiest nipples, small and button-like, perched in a small field of pink. I mashed her tits for a few seconds, my eyes on her juicy nipples, then bent my head forward and popped her left boob into my mouth. The tit was so pointed and elongated that I was practically able to shove the entire thing deep into my mouth. With a groan I began to feed on it, sucking and crushing the soft flesh with my jaw. I attacked the other boob, too, giving it the same frenzied attention. The woman cried out and struggled on the chair, her slim hips bouncing up and down. “No!”
I stared up at her, gave her conical tits a real good squeeze so that my fingers really sank into the soft flesh. “Shut up.” She quieted down with a little sob. She had no choice. Then I started to lick and lap at her pointed nipples. Oh, what a treat. I loved the way they were being flicked about! I cupped my hands around her glorious orbs, squeezed her nipples outward and ran my tongue repeatedly over the pink protrusions.
Donna mewed and whimpered as soon as I started to pull and tweak at her perky nipples. I clamped my teeth around them and teasingly yanked at them. Within seconds they had swollen in size, were hard and chewy, and were now evidently completely excited by my touch. Oh, I chewed on those! Occasionally I would pop the entire tit deep into my mouth again and suck on it like a baby, my tongue poking her sensitive nipple. She began a high-pitched, squealing and sighing wail. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”
I madly sucked and chomped on her wonderful tits for a good ten minutes. After a while I calmed down a bit, slipped my hands around her small waist and drew her close. I started to give her heavy jugs wet and tender kisses, stopping sometimes to give a nipple an occasional tongue-lashing. I slid my right hand down her thighs, slipped it under her skirt and gently cupped her womanhood. She gave a startled moan as she felt my hand cup her crotch. Shit, that hip-hugging bikini was paper thin and ultra smooth to the touch. I could actually feel the wiry hairs of her pubes poking through it. I started to rub her crotch gently while I tenderly kissed and slobbered on her conical boobs. Within seconds her crotch became wet. I rubbed her a little more vigorously, enjoying the slippery feeling of my fingers gliding across her moist pussy lips. I sank my fingers into the frilly hem and tore the thin bikini off her hips. Her legs bounced and she emitted a squeal. “Aiii!”
Her two pussy lips were wet and already oozing. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed as my fingers slipped past her wetted lips. I had three fingers in there, stretching her wide and she groaned as I pushed and prodded her with them. Man, she was wet and wanting it! I finger fucked her for a few minutes while I feasted on her pointed titties. She squirmed and moaned as I rolled her clit between my fingers. I pulled my mouth off her tit and stared up at her tear-stained face. “Got to get you nice an’ wet, honey bunch,” I whispered. “The wetter the better! You’ll soon see why!”
I slipped down, grabbed her hips, lifted the see-through flowered skirt and thrust my head right under it. Ooh, what a smell! I gave her moist folds a few licks and she squealed. “Ooh! Ooh! Don’t touch me there! Please! Oh!” I settled down for some serious pussy eating. I licked and poked her there for another ten minutes or so and soon she was groaning and bucking her hips against me. I parted her pink lips with my fingers and stared at the little, lumpy clit that bobbed in front of me through the dim light that shimmered through the diaphanous skirt. I immediately began to bombard it with tongue jabs that had her instantly shrieking and squealing. I licked it and jabbed it, then started to pull and yank at it with my teeth. I think she must have experienced a small orgasm for she bucked her hips on the chair and let out a long, shrill wail. “Oh, oh, oh, oh—Agh!” Sweet tasting goo dribbled out of her in small squirts. I lapped it up!
Oh, she was ready. I got up, smiled at her and stepped up to her husband. I removed his gag, grabbed the Vodka bottle and poured a good measure down his throat. He coughed and sputtered and a good portion of it dribbled down his chin. So I held his chin and gave him another shot. I replaced the gag and clapped him on the back. “Your wife is a hot little number, Marek. I’m really going to enjoy taking her.”
I proceeded to undress. I turned and Donna gasped. My cock, although still limp and flaccid, was already about seven inches long and she couldn’t believe her eyes. Yeah—one look at her tiny, yet voluptuous body and my cock grew stiff. Precum was dripping off the purple head in little shiny goblets. It shook and wobbled and now poked outwards like a pole. It had grown quite stiff, thick and fat and was about nine inches long. She stared at it with horror. I wondered if she knew that it grew bigger!
“Oh, God! No!” Her face went white. I bent down, scooped her into my arms and carried her over to the sofa. She weighed only about ninety pounds, fifty of that in tit meat alone, and I felt no strain in my arms. I plopped her down on the sofa and crawled on top of her. She squawked as I spread her shapely legs apart, pushed the skirt up around her waist again and took my cock in my right hand. I stared down at her with a smile, still quite mesmerized by her firm tits sticking up like volcanoes. They hardly sagged to the sides! The pointy nipples were red and swollen and were sticking up like pinkies. Oh, she was excited although she didn’t want to admit it.
I grabbed my cock in my right hand and prodded the entrance to her vagina with it and she moaned. My cock throbbed and danced about in my hand as I teased her wet lips with it and within seconds it grew to its maximum length—-eleven inches of solid meat! Her eyes were wide and she shook her head as she stared with horror at the fat, oval head and the tremendous length behind it perched between her thighs. But she knew that she couldn’t do anything about it. “Oh God!” she whimpered. “It’s too big! Please. No!”
“Sssh.” I toyed with her pussy for a few minutes, jabbing the thick head of my cock against it and slid it up and down across her moist folds. Man, the head of my cock alone was bigger than the pink and glistening gap between her thighs! Her cunt looked awfully small and I knew that it was going to be a lengthy ordeal for both of us. But it was going to go in—all of it! We had all night to try! I spat on the head of my cock a few times and rubbed the sticky goo all over it with my hand. Extra lubrication was surely needed! “Here we go, baby. I’m gonna give you a taste of real cock.”
I pushed forward a little and the purple head slowly parted her pink pussy lips. Man, those little pink lips were really being stretched! She gave a shrill scream and tossed her head about, flinging the black silken hair across the sofa’s cushion. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as the bulbous head slowly drilled into her. It was quite a sight to see that eleven-inch rod partially embedded in her small cunt.
“Oh my God!” Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened with surprise. I pushed a little more. Then I was in and her pussy lips made a strange sucking sound as they closed around the crown of my head. Push as I might I was not able to proceed further! Talk about tight! Marek must have a real small pecker, I thought as I stared at my huge cock embedded in the mere entrance to her vagina. The head of my cock was about two and a half inches long and it felt as if I had completely filled her already! Shit—-I still had a good eight inches of cock to push into her and it was no wonder that she was staring at me with unbelievable shock and fear! We both knew that I wasn’t about to leave just the head in there. I was going to put it all the way in! Would it go?
I pulled out, toyed with her wet folds again and then slipped it in again. She groaned as it slipped into her, this time considerably easier than the first time. I began to fuck the entrance to her vagina with the mere head of my cock, sliding it in and out with slow, gentle jabs. She moaned and tossed her dark hair about. I was loosening her up now, albeit slowly, and with every push I was able to worm my cock in a little further. I grabbed her by the knees, pushed her legs apart and prodded and jabbed my cock into her. Three inches. Four inches. Loud squishy sounds erupted from her cunt as I slowly drilled into her with a short, corkscrewing motion. Five inches. Her eyes rolled about in their sockets and she panted and groaned. Six inches. Her black, shiny hair flounced about her head as she flung her head about like mad. The pointed tips of her breasts with the swollen nipples jerked about with every forward jab. They were stiff tits but they weren’t plastic—they were real and subject to a natural rolling motion.
She just lay there, softly sobbing and crying out “Oh my God” or “Ooh’s” and “Aah’s” every view seconds. I managed to slowly drill at least seven inches into her. Three quarters of my cock was inside her now and she moaned as the bulbous head was stretching the walls of her pussy wider and wider with every thrust. With the last forward heave I bottomed out. I had eight inches in her and my head had slammed up against the back of her cunt, right up against her cervix. No man had ever gone in that deep and she stared at me with mouth agape. “Oh my God! Stop! No more! Please!”
“Sssh.” She was extremely tight and narrow and it had taken me a good twenty minutes to get in that far as it was. And watching her small body shake and quiver as my cock pounded gently in to her was driving me mad with desire. It had taken a lot of willpower not to simply ram myself in to her. My cock was throbbing!
She stared at me with wide eyes as I prodded her again. “Ah! Agh! Oh!” She had never been touched there before and I knew that she was trying hard not to be stimulated. But she couldn’t help it. I grabbed her waist, spread her legs wider with my shoulder blades and started slowly to slide those eight inches of hard cock in and out of her. She gasped, arched her back and started to pant and moan. She rolled her eyes and squeaked every time the head of my cock thudded against her cervix. “Agh!” She came then, violently and loudly, crushed her thighs against my hips and shrieked. She arched her back and tossed her head about, banging it into her upward-sticking elbows. Her stiff tits actually wobbled as she flopped about. “Aie! Aie! Aie! Aie! Oh God! Oh God! Oh! Oh! Aie!”
I gave her a chance to regain her breathing. We had all night! I pulled out until only the head remained lodged inside her, spread her legs and lay myself on top of her, grabbed her firm tits in my hands and began to suck and nibble on them. She moaned as I teasingly pulled at her erect nipples. “You like my big cock inside you, don’t you?” I teased as I licked at one of her swollen nipples. “You want me to slide it in again?” All I got was a deep moan from her. I slid on top of her, grabbed her around the frail shoulders, my hands half under her black cardigan, drew her close and kissed her. I crushed my mouth on hers and surprisingly she kissed me back with a passion that overwhelmed me. I knew then that I had won. She was mine completely now—-there was no turning back.
The head of my cock was still half imbedded inside her. I lifted my head off her mouth, stared at her wide eyes and thrust my hips forward. She shrieked as I slammed my cock into her with one, solid thrust. I started to fuck her, sliding those very eight inches or so in and out of her with slow, even strokes. She began to pant and moan. I avoided thudding against her cervix and contented myself with a good, solid fuck instead. I would go in—-all the way—-but later. First I wanted to get a good fuck going.
We fucked like this for another ten minutes, both of us panting and moaning, occasional kissing and nibbling at each other’s faces. Her tight cunt was driving me wild and soon my rod became engorged with blood. I was ready to loose my first load! But I wanted my seed deep inside there—-it was time to go where no man had gone before! I pushed and prodded, jabbing deeper into her and started to really spread her cunt open. She squealed as I thrust forward. I grabbed her slim shoulders in my strong hands again and pushed her against me. She groaned as the head of my cock thudded against her cervix. I pushed deeply into her, slow and gentle jabs, each forward thrust spreading the narrow cervical sphincter wider and wider. She howled and bucked her hips, spread her legs wide and allowed me to thrust deeper into her. I stopped jabbing and just simply pushed forward. She groaned as I started to spread her insides wide. The back of her cunt was soft but extremely narrow and pushing against that rubbery barricade was no picnic. But my cock was rock-hard now, thick and swollen, the bulbous head drilling into the deepest part of her love channel with unrelenting forward pressure. Sweat was just pouring off me. I pushed harder. I could hear her bones creak in protest as it spread the muscles of her cervical ring wider and wider apart. The tapered tip of my huge head was now actually piercing through that narrowest of openings, spreading the elastic walls far apart, widening it for the massive length behind it.
Donna gritted her teeth and stared at me with shock as she felt her cervix surrender. “Oh shit!” she exclaimed with shock as the bulbous head pushed through her. There was a sudden, slight rendering sound as the cervical sphincter was being forced apart—-and then my head was through! She gave a shrill cry as the fat head pushed past her cervix, inching its way deep into her womb. I leaned forward even more and continued pushing the rest of my eleven-inch penis into her until my balls slammed up against her moist pussy lips and the head of my cock connected with the back of her womb.
I was in all the way! I had finally buried the entire length of my cock deep inside her. I had never slammed up against the back of a woman’s womb. Oh, I had often pushed through a woman’s cervix to enter her womb, but to actually fill it completely was a new one for me. It was only because Donna was so tiny. The head of my cock was lodged so deep inside her, the entire length buried to the hilt, and had one taken an x-ray of us coupled like this the head of my cock would have been seen to be lodged practically under her tits!
She stared at me with those green Bambi eyes, eyes that were now as big as saucers as she felt the tip of my cock tickle the most sensitive lining of the back of her womb. During this hour or so of slow fucking she had experienced numerous little orgasms. But this new one seemed to be different—-it was no longer short, little bouts of pleasure but a long-lasting wave of delirious ecstasy. She emitted continuous short grunts and arched her head back. “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
I withdrew from her very slowly. Pussy juice and precum dripped off the tip of my cock like raindrops. She lifted her head to stare at me with shock. “My God!” Her stiff tits were sticking up like pinecones, the perky nipples jerking about as her body spasmed and shook. Her slim and narrow hips were bouncing as she orgasmed again. Her pussy lips were no longer that light hue of pink—they were almost deep red. And I had stretched her so wide that her lips hadn’t even closed after I had withdrawn from her—-I was staring at a one inch, gaping dark hole! She groaned again and thick and gooey pussy juice periodically oozed out from that dark hole, bubbling and squirting like erupting lava.
What a body! I was definitely going to fuck her silly. Yup—we were going to have a real fuck feast tonight! By the time I’d be through with her she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week! I gave her tummy a friendly pat. “I ain’t done with you yet, sugar. Now it’s my turn. I am going to drown you in sperm!”
Oh yeah! It was time for some real fucking! I got off the sofa, pulled her up by her left elbow and guided her to her feet. She teetered on her high heels and clutched my arm. The crumpled skirt fell down her thighs again and she emitted a small sigh of impatience. “Oh, please. Leave me alone! No more! Please!”
“Quiet. We’ve just begun!” I gave her arm a tug and she slid giddily along beside me on her high-heeled slippers. She was breathing heavily and could hardly walk. Her meaty pear-shaped 32D-cup teats shook and wobbled, the swollen nipples sticking out like the eraser end of pencils. I stepped behind her and untied the scarf from her wrists and unloosened it from her throat. “Take the skirt and that damn slip off. They’re in the way. Now behave or I’ll use the belt again.” She sighed and gave me a dirty look. I gave a laugh and gave her butt a friendly pat.
While she clumsily drew the garments down her slim thighs I busied myself with her husband. I untied his gag and poured another good measure of Vodka down his gullet. He coughed and glared at me with dazed eyes. He was totally blitzed and could do nothing but break out with a few incoherent mumbles, which I naturally ignored. He stared at my huge cock with considerable difficulty and I suppose that through his filmy eyes and befuddled mind it appeared twice as large. He seemed puzzled. ‘W-hat the f-fuck is that?” he hiccuped. It took him a while to form the words.
I patted his shoulder and beamed down at him. “A cock—a real man’s cock! Try to stay awake, Marek. Watch how easily your timid little mouse takes my big bone.” I put the gag away. If he did any drunken braying it wouldn’t matter. Donna’s screams had been loud and piercing enough to alarm the whole city, but so far nobody had come crashing through the door. We were alone and nobody would bother us tonight.
Donna stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest, silently fuming. All she was wearing was the black cardigan and it surprised me that she hadn’t taken it off, too. I grabbed her left sleeve and yanked it down her arm, spun her around and peeled the sweater off her body. Her tits bounced as I spun her around to face me again. I slammed my hands around those stiff cones and she squealed as my fingers sank into the tender flesh. “Baby, you and I are going to fuck all night!”
“Oh God!” she cried out and stared at me with fright. I smiled and pulled her against me. I grabbed her head in both hands, bent my neck and planted a long, wet kiss on her pink mouth. She didn’t squirm but just lay limply in my arms, her hands at her sides. I pushed her away with a little laugh and sat down on the chair opposite her husband. My cock shot in the air like a utility pole and I saw his eyes widen with amazement. “Climb up on the chair, Donna,” I said and beckoned her to me. “Brace your feet on the rungs and hover above me. Don’t worry. You won’t fall. Use the rungs like stirrups—-your heels will keep your feet in place.”
“God!” She placed her small hands on my shoulders and gingerly placed a heeled foot on the right side of the chair and swung herself up. She teetered for a second, then managed to slip her other foot into the opposite rung. I slipped my hands around her tiny waist and held her above me, her glistening twat inches from the head of my quivering penis. Her two tits dangled invitingly above my head and I knew that as soon as I had her half way down on my cock that I’d be popping one in my mouth.
“Okay now. Nice and slow.” I held onto her and slowly guided her frail body down. She gave a little squeal of protest when the swollen and bulbous head of my cock tickled her pussy lips and emitted a surprised grunt as it gently parted her pussy lips. I had to jerk her body up and down a bit, grinding and corkscrewing her hips until her tight pussy hole engulfed the fat head with a loud slurping gurgle. I thrust her down firmly and she wailed as the huge head disappeared inside her. Ah, I was in again! What a sensation! Slowly and delicately I thrust her hips down on top of me, impaling her deeper and deeper onto my eleven-inch cock. I held onto her firmly, sliding her down further, inch by inch, my hands clasped around that tiny waist. And the tips of my fingers did almost touch!
Another inch of solid cock slid into her and she grunted and groaned as it slowly drilled into her moist pussy. She had been superbly wetted and it slipped in rather easily. I gave her body another thrust downwards and her tits bounced in front of my face. Half of my cock was inside her now. I let go of her narrow waist and cupped her outward-thrusting, pear-shaped tits in my hands instead and used them as a handhold to guide her down. I started to gently squeeze and knead them and she gave a sigh as my thumbs rolled over her perky nipples.
I leaned my head to the left and gazed under her shoulder over at her husband. His eyes were wide with shock and his was mouth open, spittle dribbling down his chin. I heard him grunt “Shit!” as the seventh inch of my huge cock disappeared inside her. About four inches of solid cock was still poised under her, and although I couldn’t see much I knew that he could see it all, see how wide her pussy lips were being stretched around the massive girth of my cock. His eyes were quite wide with disbelief. I peered at him again while I held her on my lap. “See? Your little mouse knows how to take a real cock inside her! She how she loves it?” I gave her little a bottom a friendly pat with both hands and she squealed. “You couldn’t get her pregnant, eh? Well, I bloody well will! I’m going in so deep that my load is going to fire right into her ovaries!”
“Oh God, no!” she screamed as she suddenly realized that we weren’t using any form of protection. “No! Stop! You’re not using a condom! No! No!” She clawed at my back and tried to lift herself off my cock. But I grabbed her around the waist and held on to her tightly so that she couldn’t even budge. “Shut up!” I forced her down lower. Eight inches slipped into her. She threw back her head and groaned. “No!” Nine inches. She squirmed a bit, rocked her hips and squeaked as the head of my cock slowly wormed its way past her tight cervical ring. “Agh! Agh!” And I just kept forcing her down. It was awkward and a bit painful but I held on to her and thrust her down even more. She emitted a loud squeal as more of my cock thudded into her. And then I was in to the hilt again. Our bodies joined crotch to crotch and pubic hair to pubic hair. We were one.
“Agh-oh!” She emitted a deep resonating gurgle and drew her nails down my back. I let go of her waist and let her squat on me. She was completely impaled on my long cock, pinned on top of me like a butterfly in a display case! She wasn’t going anywhere. “Ride, honey. Ride! Move your hips—-fuck me, bitch! Make me cum!”
She gave a little cry and braced her hands on my shoulders, pushed her feet against the rungs and lifted her body slowly up until only my head remained lodged inside her. Then she began to ride me, slowly and carefully, her eyes closed and her hands digging into my shoulders. Up and down she rode, nice and slow, sliding half of my rigid cock in and out of her tight hole. “Agh! Agh!” she grunted as the bulbous head of my cock repeatedly thudded through her love channel. I cupped her tits in the palm of my hands, bent my head a little and popped the left one into my mouth and began to suck and pull on the pointed tip. I sucked on her tits, slurping my tongue over her perky nipples or teasingly pulling at them with my teeth while she thrust herself slowly up and down. I slipped my hands around her waist, popped her right tit into my mouth and really started to chomp and suck on that pointed mound, her nipple tickling the back of my throat. I began to thrust her up and down on my cock, faster and faster while I went nuts on her tits, sucking, chomping, pulling and squeezing those superb forward thrusting torpedoes with total frenzy. She squealed and wailed as my cock thudded in and out of her. I grabbed her real tightly then, my fingers digging into the bony flesh of her small waist and rammed her down all the way. She shrieked and grunted as my huge head slammed past her cervical ring and slid into her womb. I began to fuck her like mad, lifting and lowering her small body, continuously jack-hammering through her tight cervical sphincter. Short, bone-crunching little jabs that made her firm tits actually heave up and down, the perky and swollen nipples flittering like leaves in the wind. The little bracelet danced and chimed as she thumped my back with her fist. And she came again—violently and loudly. “Aie! Aie! Oh! Agh! Oh! Aie!”
She suddenly threw her arms around my neck, groaned deeply, then thrust her lips on mine with such fierceness that I was momentarily shocked. I let her kiss me for a few moments, holding her against me and allowed her orgasm to subside. Her whole body was quivering and shaking and I could feel her perky nipples scratch my chest as they wobbled against me. “Oh!”
I relaxed for a few minutes and stroked her hair. Without a word I slowly lifted her little body way up so that just the head was lodged inside her—-and slammed her down again, ramming the entire eleven-inch rod in to the hilt. And all the way up again. And all the way down again. She shrieked like mad as I pumped her body viciously up and down on the entire length of my cock. I was lifting her one foot off me so that she hovered in the air, only to slam her down all the way so that our bodies collided with a crunch. With every thrust my head slammed through her tight hole, thudded through her cervix and slid deep into her womb, the wicked thrusts actually connecting with the very back of it. Shit, I was rearranging her insides, pushing the stomach and the intestines aside with my huge cock!
I knew that I was about to loose it. I had been practicing considerable restraint in the last hour or so and I knew that I couldn’t hold back much longer. Although I had loosened her up, her love channel was still extremely tight and all that rubbing and poking was driving me insane.
I lifted her off me completely so that she hovered in the air above me, heaved her up and plopped her down on the floor in front of me. Her high-heeled legs almost gave way and I had to steady her. I got up, spun her around and bent her body forward. With a wail she braced herself against the edge of the kitchen table, her buttocks inches from her husband’s face. I stepped up behind her, my long cock thudding against her left thigh and leaned over her. I slipped my hands around her and began to milk and maul her torpedo-shaped tits, pulling and yanking at them with both hands. I sank my hands around them and tore at the pointed tips, tweaking the swollen nipples with thumb and forefinger. She wailed as I roughly pumped them up and down. I was actually milking her just like I would a cow!
Marek stared at us with mouth agape and wide eyes. I knew that he could hardly see straight but realized that his wide eyes were directed at what he probably thought was the biggest cock he ever saw. I let go of his wife’s fantastic tits, grabbed her buttocks and lined my cock up with her dripping hole. “Here we go, Marek,” I hissed at him through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna make you a father!”
Slowly I fed my cock back into Donna’s lovely cunt. She moaned deeply as the fat head parted her pussy lips and slid all the way into her. I began to hump her nice and slow, rocking my hips back and forth, sliding the entire eleven-inch cock in and out of her. Each slow and deliberate thrust lasted all of ten seconds, five seconds to sink into her and five to pull back out. With each slow thrust forward the girl grunted and mooed like a bull moose. “Oh-aagh! Oh-aagh! Oh-aagh!”
It was incredible how easily I was able to penetrate her now. But she was still amazingly tight, especially down near the end. My huge head slipped past the tight pussy lips; through a long tunnel; then another tight hole! It felt as if I was fucking two cunts! Slowly I began to increase the pace, thrusting into her faster and faster until I was banging in and out of her like a piston on overload! She wailed and clawed at the table as my groin slammed against her buttocks with every thrust. Her two tits were being flung about, too, a rare occurrence considering how firm and stiff they actually were.
Marek’s eyes were wide with disbelief as he watched my eleven-inch rod sink all the way into his wife’s small cunt. He kept mumbling “Shit!” repeatedly as he watched me madly hump his little wife. He was having difficulty keeping his eyes open though, and I knew that he was on the verge of passing out.
Three more thrusts and the head of my cock began to swell. The girl moaned deeply and groaned as it spread her even wider apart. It was now or never! I screwed my eyes shut, grabbed her tiny waist and heaved into her with wicked thrusts that had her sliding along the table’s top. And then with an animal-sounding groan I emptied my balls deep inside her. A torrent of hot cum fired against the sensitive linings of her womb, each continuous cum blast orchestrating an orgasmic scream! Pft! Pft! Pft! Pft! I must have fired-off half a gallon of sperm inside her, each sporadic ejaculation bouncing off her womb like cannon balls.
I withdrew from her slowly, drawing out cum and pussy juice that dripped onto the floor beneath us. Marek had indeed passed out. I lifted Donna into my arms and carried her into the bedroom. I plopped her on the bed and fell on it beside her. We lay in each other’s arms for awhile, both of us trying to regain our composure. We made love that night five more times until we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Marek never remembered a thing. I had no problem with Donna, either, for as I had left the next morning, she blew me a kiss and whispered to me softly that Thursday’s was poker night and that she was always home alone. She didn’t have to explain it to me. I understood. A few months later Marek thumped me on the shoulder. “Hey! I did it. Donna’s pregnant!” I congratulated him. Why should I spoil his happiness?