He leaned up and glanced down between their sweating bodies.
“Yeah, it snapped in just then. Let it lie there a bit, and then it will be easier. The hardest part is over.” He settled upon her and caressed her tits, making the large nipples stand up and quiver with his pinching and gentle prodding. Her hips continued to make little fucking motions, so that he was in a continual, steel-hard state of erection. She breathed hard, moaning a little, and then rolling her head upon the loamy ground. Finally, feeling the tissues of her cunt relaxing, he pushed inward, parting them and making the entire vagina walls stretch and ease before him. He pushed with steady pressure until half of his cock was in her, wet and slick, throbbing with his need to shove it all the way up her cunt. Cherry was wild with passion and with pain-pleasure of the moment. She writhed beneath him, her body making patting noises as it hunched rapidly up and down the mammoth cock-shaft he held steady for her to work out on.
Their juices ran and mingled and there was a liquid, squishing sound in the small, pine-shaded Eden. She moaned and clutched him and hunched up and down faster, until her mouth grimaced in the effort.
Finally she approached her supreme moment, her eyes widened and she yelled. “Ooohhhhh, God damnit, Tim! I can't hold any longer! I'm cooommmmingggg!” she squealed and wrapped her legs about him, thrusting up until she encased more than half of his huge rod, and then hung there, suspended, as her body was wracked again and again by gigantic throes of climaxes, one after the other. She twisted and sobbed, and heaved her body against his, making their sweaty skin slap in her motions, her full tits thrusting and pressing into his chest, the nipples spike-hard. He groaned and knew that he was at the point of explosion. He felt his cum gather, poise, and then lift him over the mountain and then gush in a solid spurt into her cunt, again and yet again. Then the pulsations became slower and slower and finally he lay and quivered, his cock still thrust deep into her straining tissues, her cunt stretched impossibly to receive him. All he had spurted out into her remained there, for there was no way it could seep back along his cock, so tightly did it fit into her vagina.
Finally she sighed and murmured, and relaxed, her body lowering to the ground. Her thighs fell apart and away, and as she did so, his great cock, slick and half-hard, plopped from her cunt. Immediately a river of cum gushed out of her between her thighs, making a creamy pool upon the sandy ground, before it sank out of sight. She tugged him down beside her and laid her head upon his shoulder, and holding his softened cock with one hand, she closed her eyes and immediately dozed away. He closed his eyes and drifted, hearing the murmur of the older folks coming across the lake, the soft murmur of the small lake-waves lapping against the sandy beach. He was not asleep, yet not fully awake, when she began to manipulate his tool again, and after a couple of minutes had it standing at attention.
He looked down at her small hand holding his gigantic cock and then into her eyes and saw her smile. “Don't tell me you are ready for it again?” “Sure.” She grinned. “I want to ride you this time. I think it will go better, for I am stretched enough you should be able to slip right in.” “Don't be too sure,” he admonished her, but she shrugged and had him lie out upon his back, holding his cock straight up in the air. The mammoth knob was skillfully skinned back by her fist, and she licked it, to make some of the clear pre-cum juice flow out upon the surface. She straddled him then, rising until she was directly over his cock, her cleft slowly descending until the purple head fitted slickly into the slit between her legs. She murmured in pleasure, and wiggled side to side, making it slip further into her cunt, and then suddenly the knob popped its purple form into her vagina, the lips of her cunt fastening about it tightly. “God, that's good,” she told him, her lips open, her eyes widened and glassy at the concentration of her feelings in her loins. She gritted her teeth and pushed down upon the shaft and, having been there; before, the great form slowly disappeared into her flesh, her cunt widening and stretching until it seemed it must split from the tension. She groaned and rolled her head and held still for a moment, her breath panting. Tim reached up and began to play with her large tits, fingering the nipples, making them long and red from his pressure. He rolled them against one another, and then squeezed them until she grunted with pain. He rubbed her sides gently, as his mother had taught him to do, and then reaching around, fondled her butt-cheeks, easing a finger into the crevice between them, and finding the little puckered asshole, and playing with it with his fingertips. He eased his finger down and moistened it with her own cunt-juice and then brought it back up and lubricated her anus. Then, working gently, he worked his finger into her ass, until it was in up to the first and then the second knuckle. “Have you ever ass-fucked?” he asked her. “Once or twice,” she muttered, beginning to move downward against him, intent upon getting as much of the gigantic pole into her cunt as possible. “But I don't like it as well as cunt-fucking.” “I will teach you how to like it,” he told her, fingering her there good. She was gasping for breath, and her hips began flexing, making small fucking motions up and down his cock.
“I just can't take it all,” she finally admitted and, crouching over him, she began to roll up and down, circulating her hips, hunching and flexing her loins, making the six or seven inches of his thick pole slide in and out of her juicy cunt. She was dripping with her juices and he was adding to the flow, making a slick, wet tunnel for his huge cock to slide up and down in. She rested on her elbows over him, and her tits pressed into his chest, making tingly feelings thrill up and down his body, her nipples hard and spiking, her heavy fullness pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing.
Their lips met and he reached around and began to finger her asshole good. She moaned and hunched faster, his cock sliding in a little further. “Thought you didn't like to have anything done to your ass,” he muttered, getting two fingers into her anus and pushing them in and out quickly. “You seem to know something no one else had known, for it feels good when you do it,” she gasped. “Maybe you might get your cock in there, if you tried and were easy.” “We will see. Right now it's just about ready to spout off again. You sure are riding me empty today.” “And tomorrow and the next day,” she gasped, her face red with her exertions, sweat dripping off her tits onto his chest, and their bodies slapping together wetly.
“Promises, promises,” he muttered. Then he pulled her down onto him, and began to meet her thrusts with his own upward thrusts, and she cried out and moaned. Then she began to stiffen on him and quiver and he knew she had reached her mountaintop again. “OHHHHHhhhh, Timmmmieee, i'm coommm-nNNNGGG,” she squealed. “God, it is sooooo gooooddd, don't let it stooopppppp, don't let it stopppp, please!” She reached her climax, went mad and then began to shiver and gasp at the final pitch of her passion and then dwindled off, slowly, slowly, easing down into her satiated pleasure moments, kissing his shoulder and rubbing her tits against his sweaty chest. Tim had come as she did, blowing his hot slag into her cunt as deeply as it would go, making her squirm in her orgasm, and with the feeling of his hot juice spurting against her quivering cervix. They lay on the sand together. Then she rolled off him, his softening cock making a little sucking sound as it slipped from her now well-stretched slit. She sighed and curled against him and they dozed in the warm air under the pine tree, lulled by the lap of the waves on the shore.