1. Twisting On The Gallows Pole


    Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    cervix with every thrust, I still felt no pain. Propped up on my shoulders with my neck and head on the floor, I was folded like a pocket knife and with my pussy right above my face. I could see everything he did to me in extreme close-up. I watched, entranced as his thick erection drove powerfully through the soft white lace of my crotchless panties. With every downward stroke I watched him go a tiny bit deeper and fire off another wonderful eruption of pleasure in the depths of my womanhood. My wetness glistened on his cock and with every withdrawal I could see that shining high-water mark moving ever closer to his balls. The thrill and excitement of being filled so completely, over seven and half inches, was building inside me. The little earthquakes of ecstasy each time he filled me were not completely waning after each thrust. As they merged into one, they built in intensity and I felt myself enter the beginnings of an orgasm that could no longer be held at bay. My leg muscles wanted to close in with the rising climax and I held them open with a force of will so that he could keep driving into me as I came. Ecstasy blossomed outward from my pussy and I cried for him to keep going deeper. Finally I could hold back my release no longer and locked my stockinged legs around his hips as my pussy closed tightly around his cock, making it impossible for him to continue thrusting. Writhing against him, I lost my grip holding up my own hips and – impaled and wriggling like a ...
    speared fish as I came – my weight dragged him down towards my face. I goggled at the incredible sight barely a foot from my eyes: my pussy lips stretched to a soft light pink and still contracting and releasing uncontrollably around the thick root of his cock, now with less than an inch remaining unconsumed. I followed the line of sight from there and past my shaved mons pubis to my stomach, trying to picture the point deep inside me where the tip of his monster cock must reach. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Where could it all be? God, it must be nearly up to my rib cage , but of course that would be impossible . Completely spent now, but not wanting to lose the erotic sight of his thickness buried almost balls deep in my womanhood, I brought up a hand to confirm with touch what my eyes already knew but my brain could not accept. I closed my fingers around his cock – well, just one finger and a thumb, there was no room for more – and rocked it back and forth. He was still as hard as forged iron, and I felt the tip move against me, inside me, improbably deep in my core. Reluctantly, I relaxed my locked ankles and lowered myself slowly downward, watching as inch after beautiful inch of his hard, glistening manhood slid from my yawning embrace. My lips distended outward as they released their grip on his hot, slick flesh. As his knob slipped from my entrance I felt a yearning emptiness looking at his throbbing tool, wishing it back inside me so that it could fulfil the ...
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