All I saw was tongue.
“So is your tongue really six inches long?” I asked.
He wiped his hand along his beard and stretched his jaw a few times, opening his mouth wide as he did so. A few seconds later, he stuck out his tongue. If he so desired, it appeared he could lick his eyebrows with it. After twirling it in a circle and curling the tip of it while holding the remaining five inches still, my mind wandered away to all of the possibilities. I imagined him bringing me to climax with it.
My knees buckled slightly.
“Oh my,” I said.
“Wanna try it out?” he asked as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.
Do I ever…
Incapable of speaking, I simply nodded my head.
“Go into the living room and lie down on the couch,” he said as he pointed toward the room behind me.
All I heard was lie down.
I turned toward the living room, walked briskly to the couch, and flopped onto my back. As my head rested into the rather comfy decorative pillow, I bent my knees and rested my feet against the cheeks of my butt. In hindsight, I probably looked like an overeager prostitute.
“You might want to take them shorts off,” he said as he walked into the room.
I rolled off the couch and removed my shorts and panties with one good tug. Still wearing a shirt and bra, but not really worried about anything but feeling his tongue inside of me, I jumped back onto the couch and made myself comfortable.
“Where do you want me?” I asked.
“Right there’s fine,” he responded as he knelt down beside me.
“Now you ain’t gonna freak out and start comin’ by here odd hours of the night or anything are ya?” he asked.
“Not a chance,” I responded as I shook my head from side-to-side.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Promise,” I responded.
“Deal,” he said as he placed his hand against my inner calf.
As he pulled my leg to the side, I closed my eyes and waited. His soft beard slowly slid along my inner thighs and toward my embarrassingly wet pussy. As the tip of his tongue lightly touched my pussy lips, my entire body tingled and I almost sprung from the couch.
“You’re fucking soaked. Were you standing in the kitchen thinking about this?” he asked.
I nodded my head.
Please, please, do that again.
The tip of his tongue slowly began to work its way from the bottom of my pussy to the top, stopping at my clit each time. After flicking against my clit a few times, he’d start over. With my eyes closed, my ass pressed into the couch, and my pussy against his face, I slowly slipped into some weird sexual bliss.
As I focused on his very predictable pattern of licking, he stopped.
“Ready?” he asked.
Having no idea what he was asking, but ready for whatever it was he was willing to offer, I responded, “Uh huh.”
I wasn’t.
I wasn’t even close.
No one could have prepared for what he did.
He shoved his tongue deep inside of me. With it fully inserted into my vaginal cavity, he curled the end of it, flicking it against my g-spot. With each flick of his tongue, my body went into shock. After three or four flicks, my eyes opened wide and I prepared to explode.
“Oh my…” I wailed.
He raised his hand in the air to silence me, but never stopped doing what he was doing.
As he steadily fucked me with his thick tongue and tortured my g-spot with the tip, I wondered if there was any way I could convince him to be my boyfriend. If there was a heaven, and I had never been quite sure there was, I was now in it and a few seconds from meeting God.
I stared at the ceiling, arched my back and bit my lower lip.
My body began to convulse into the craziest feeling I had ever felt. To describe it as an orgasm wouldn’t do it justice; I had orgasms a thousand times, and this wasn’t one of them. It was more like an experience than a feeling. As I bucked my hips and released my lower lip, I began to wail.
As my cries increased in volume, he moaned into my pussy as if to encourage me to continue.
The tip of his tongue continued to stroke my g-spot as he tongue fucked me into a state of semi-consciousness. I bellowed out into the room as my body shook and my mind attempted to catch up to the feeling inside of me.
In and out his tongue worked.
Up and down my hips bucked.
Chills ran throughout my body and caused every muscle I had worked so many years to develop to contract and release repeatedly. Roughly four orgasms into the ordeal, I opened my eyes and let out a blood curdling scream.
The orgasm that every other orgasm in the future would be compared to.
I collapsed onto the couch and closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed at my screaming.
“I’m…sorry,” I said.
“For what?’ he said as he raised his head slightly.
“Screaming,” I responded in a whisper.
“I like it. Let’s me know I’m doing my job,” he said.
“Wanna see my cock?” he asked.
My head bobbed up and down like a wind-up toy.
He rolled off the edge of the couch and unbuckled his belt. After removing his jeans, he turned to face me.
The size of the bulge in his boxer shorts was supportive of his claim. With wide eyes and an eager attitude, I swallowed heavily and stared.
“Oh my god. It’s uhhm. Wow,” I said as I gazed at his shorts.
“Shit, I've got cock for days. I got cock I don't even need,” he said as he pushed the waist of his boxers down his thighs.
As the material cleared the twitching shaft, what appeared to be a third leg hung heavily between his legs. I gazed down and blinked my eyes, uncertain if what I was seeing was some kind of a joke or if it was real.
After kicking his shorts to the side, he glanced up and grinned. With his eyes locked on me, and my eyes glued to the eighth wonder of the world, the sound of his raspy voice confirmed this was no joke.
As he spoke, I shifted my eyes to meet his.
“Big fucker, ain't it?” he asked with a laugh.
I glanced downward, stared for a long second, and forced myself to look away as I nodded my head repeatedly in affirmation. As much as I felt a desire to speak, I couldn't. I had my reservations on fucking him now, hell there was probably no way that thing was going to fit inside me...
But I had to know.
“Does it, uhhm...” my voice was dry and nervous. “...get bigger?”
“Afraid so. If you want to bail out, now'd be the time,” he began.
My eyes still fixed on his lower region, I shook my head. I didn't want to bail out, I wanted to get started.
My brother rode bulls professionally when we were younger, and I'd been to a few rodeos in my day. I had no earthly idea why I did it, but as I attempted to shift my eyes from his now rigid cock, my right hand slowly raised into the air. In hindsight, it was probably some subconscious connection between the signal to release the bull from the chute and my willingness to at least attempt to ride his stiff dick.
Cock.
Correction. His stiff cock.
“You got a question?” he asked as his eyes followed the path of my slowly rising hand.
“Nope,” I shrugged as I slowly lowered my hand. “I'm ready to ride.”
Chapter One Hundred Eighteen
KAT
Every girl in college wants a boyfriend with a big dick – well, at least the girls I talk to. No one really says they can’t wait to see if so-and-so has a tiny penis. They all look at guys and say things like I bet he has a big dick, look at how he walks. I never really considered that a man might exist who had too much dick – until now.
I exhaled onto the countertop as his cock slowly penetrated me. It didn’t feel like I was being torn to shreds, but it damned sure felt different than Kyle’s dick. I closed my eyes and took a short choppy breath as I bit my lower lip, hopin
g in time it would become a little less painful.
“Just go…”
“…slow,” I said.
“I won’t hurt ya if that’s what you’re worried about, but listen up,” he said as he leaned forward, pressing his massive chest onto my back.
His beard pressed lightly against my cheek. I felt his breath against my jaw as he continued to slowly push further and further into me. The feeling was an extremely strange sensual pain unlike anything I had ever experienced. As his warm breath encompassed my ear goosebumps rose along my arm. I tilted my head to the side as my entire right side began to tingle.
“I’m in charge. Me. You’re gettin’ fucked and I’m doin’ the fuckin’. You need to understand that. We clear?” he breathed into my ear.
“Jesus…yes, I understand,” I murmured.
“Good, and don’t forget it,” he breathed against my neck.
“Won’t. I won’t,” I said.
Slowly, carefully, cautiously, almost magically, he withdrew his cock from inside of me. As I opened my eyes and exhaled, I felt it slowly begin to fill me again. As I bit my lip and prepared for the pain, he pulled back. A few slow short strokes later, I relaxed, exhaling heavily onto the countertop. Although I hadn’t realized I was tense, the almost immediate relaxation of my muscles made clear my degree of apprehension regarding his huge cock. The process continued with short slow strokes for a few minutes, and the pain was entirely gone.
Being bent over the kitchen island with a big tattooed burly biker fucking me from behind on the night I met him sounded wild and crazy, but it wasn’t so bad. The kindness of his sexual approach was a nice change from what I was used to, and definitely not what I had expected.
Maybe bad boys aren’t so bad after all.
“Lift your left leg up a little,” he said as I felt his hand against my right inner thigh.
Half hypnotized by his slow strokes and the feeling of his fat cock inside of me, I opened my eyes and gazed blankly into the kitchen.
“Huh?”
He leaned forward and pressed his beard heavily against my neck.
“Don’t make me keep repeating myself, Kat. Lift up your fuckin’ leg,” he growled against my ear.
Not knowing what he meant, but afraid of pissing him off, I lifted my leg slightly. As I did, his hand grasped my lower calf and raised my leg a few feet from the floor.
“Kick it up on the countertop,” he said flatly as he continued to slowly fill me with his throbbing shaft.
“Whaaa?” I muttered, feeling totally lost at what he wanted me to do.
He gripped my head in his massive hand and turned it to the side, pressing his face against my cheek as he did so. The roughness was a little more of what I was used to with Kyle, and definitely a turn on. Now with his mouth totally enveloping my right ear, he growled into my ear.
“You never been bent over the kitchen counter before?” he breathed.
His warm breath against my ear caused me to moan in anticipation. “Uhhm. No.”
“Well, I’ll make sure you don’t forget this anytime soon,” he growled as his hand slid down to my ankle.
“Throw your leg up on the counter,” he demanded.
Without question, I raised my right leg and kicked my foot onto the countertop. As I resituated my left foot, and shuffled a little further away from the island, I bent my leg and pressed my knee onto the cool surface of the counter. Gripping the edge of the granite in my hands tightly with my chest slightly raised from the counter, I wondered what was next.
Not near as slowly, but in a very predictable manner, he began to fuck me. As I inhaled a deep breath and widened my eyes, I decided the niceties had been cast aside.
“You like that big cock?” he asked as he pressed his chest against my back.
“Uh huh?” I grunted in return.
“You got a nice little pussy,” he growled, “I’m going to stretch it out and make that little fucker mine.”
Oh god.
“God damned right. My little pussy,” he moaned as he released my hip and slapped my ass lightly.
Oh hell yes.
“I’m going to ruin you. You know that, right?” he asked as he began to increase his pace and force.
“Uh huh?” I said, half asking and half responding, but knowing full well I wasn’t far from being ruined already.
“Sexy little bitch,” he said as he slapped my ass a little harder.
“Oh hell yes,” I moaned.
“You like that?” he asked as he slapped my ass again, much harder than before.
I coughed out a gasp as my eyes widened from the slap. “Yes,” I shouted.
“Tell me what you want, you little bitch,” he said as he forced his cock deep inside of me and held it on place.
“Slap my ass,” I bellowed.
With each forceful stroke of his cock his hand came down against my ass in the same spot. After about six strokes and an equal amount of slaps, my right butt cheek was on fire and my pussy was beginning to tingle from the inside out. As I felt his hand against my ankle, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the orgasm which began to rush through me.
His hand lifted my ankle from the counter, and began stretching my leg high into the air.
No, no, don’t move me, I was getting ready to…
With my ankle gripped tightly in his right hand, he held my leg almost straight in the air. Now fucking me at an odd angle, and fucking me deeper than before, the tip of his cock pounded into and past my g-spot with each stroke. An entirely new feeling, and a very satisfying on indeed, I bit my lower lip and let him continue to do what he seemed to be extremely good at.
Fucking me.
“You know what I call this?” he asked.
Afraid to break my sexual concentration, I shook my head, but didn’t respond.
“The windmill,” he said.
“Hits that magic spot each time, huh?” he asked.
“Uh huh,” I moaned.
“You get ten more strokes, little girl. You better get your business done by the tenth. Ready?” he bellowed.
What? Ten? Why?
He pulled his hips back until the tip of his cock was resting against my outer pussy lips.
“One,” he said as he slammed his cock into me.
My g-spot tingled all the way up my spine. I hadn’t even realized he pulled out until his voice echoed into the room.
“Two,” he shouted as he thrust himself deep inside of me.
Oh god.
“Three,” I heard him shout.
My entire body began to tingle and my mind went strangely blank for some time. With my ears ringing and my head tingling, it was as if I had been transported into some other galaxy altogether. Outer fucking space or somewhere. Although I could still hear him, it seemed he was distant. His shouting continued.
“Four,” he bellowed as the underside of his cock pressed against my throbbing clit.
His war-like cries into the empty room added to the entire sexual experience. As he shouted numbers and filled me with cock, my body began to rush into an orgasm that was certain to kill me.
“Five,” he screamed as his lower torso slammed between my widely spread ass cheeks.
The anticipation of the tenth stroke was killing me. Something about his counting did exactly the opposite of what I expected. Instead of making me nervous, it caused me to focus, making the climax much more satisfying than anything I had ever experienced. The build up to the climax exceeded any orgasm I had previously experienced.
And I began to explode.
As my pussy started to contract heavily, I felt it.
From deep within my soul, it wanted out. To be released. I began to climax heavily, my entire body convulsing and tingling. With my eyes closed and my mind as focused as I could make it, I bit my lower lip and hoped for the best.
“This big fat cock is gonna ruin’ you, girl…” he growled into my ear.
He was right. Incapable of responding, I attempted unsucces
sfully to open my eyes. As I began to nod my head, his thickness filed me repeatedly.
“Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,” he screamed as he bucked his hips back and forth, the tip of his cock dancing along my g-spot with each inner thrust.
My body shattered into a million sexual pieces all over the kitchen with the last stroke. Although I initially didn’t realize I was doing so, after a few seconds I heard myself screaming. I finally regained control over myself, attempted to bite my lower lip, and the screaming stopped.
At that instant I realized he wasn’t even close to being done.
“My fucking pussy,” he grunted as he thrust himself into me again.
Yes yours.
“Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…” he shouted as his cock continued to take ownership of what was already rightfully his.
And his already thick cock began to swell to twice its girth.
My body convulsed into an orgasm completely capable of causing world peace, ending a holy war, or turning water into wine.
And he exploded inside of me.
As I shook and blubbered like a mental patient, I felt as if my mind had turned to jello. I knew very little for certain.
But I knew one thing.
Once a girl gets fucked right, there isn’t any turning back.
She’s ruined.
Chapter One Hundred Nineteen
BISCUIT
Axton Bishop was without a doubt one of the best motherfuckers ever allowed to walk this earth. Dealt a shit card in life as a kid, and growing up with an abusive old man, he earned the nickname Slice from the kids on the street. They taunted him for the scars that littered his back where his old man had cut him as punishment for doing nothing more than being a kid.
Most kids exposed to the punishment would have turned to a life of crime, drugs, or both. Axton? He quit drinking, never used drugs, and picked up the books. His home filled with bookshelves of books he’d read at least once from cover to cover, he was one of the smartest men I had ever met, and the president of the MC for one reason and one reason only.
No one on this earth was more capable of keeping the Sinners in line.
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