his gorgeous cock.
Still stroking a firm hand up and down his length, her mouth watering from her desire to taste him, she put her other hand on his damp chest and guided him to lie on his back.
“Carolyn, wait,” Isaac began, only to finish on a startled shout when her hand angled his cock in the air and her lips came down firmly over the big, flared head.
She swirled her tongue around the purple crest and felt a flash of heat pulse through her as the salty essence of Isaac hit her taste buds. She widened her jaw and dropped her head down, taking him in as far as she could and sucking before slowly releasing him with a smack of her lips.
When she engulfed him again, Grange pushed two fingers into her sopping wet pussy from behind while pinching her clit sharply, and the high, shocked moan she couldn’t hold back vibrated around Isaac’s erect organ. He bucked under her.
“Christ, Grange, what did you do?” he gritted, laughing. “Whatever it was, do it again.”
Grange braced one large hand on Carolyn’s back and positioned his big cock at her gate and pressed, letting her feel his heat and a hint of his size without entering her yet.
Instinctively trying to capture him, she jerked her hips back to tempt him, to lure him inside. Her soft whimpers gradually escalated to sobs as he continued to elude her. He rubbed the swollen head up and down her creaming slit, torturing her with the anticipation until she was almost bouncing against him.
Carolyn pushed her pursed lips down over Isaac’s knob, creating a slight resistance before she took the whole head into her mouth and sucked strongly. His muscles tensed in reaction, and his head fell back on the carpet with a quiet thump. As she repeated the action, Grange grasped her hips and pushed his stiff penis inside.
He felt massive from this angle, stretching her snug, swollen tissues as he worked himself farther into her slick pussy, and Carolyn gasped even as she pushed back, wordlessly begging for him. His soft rumbling laugh only made her crave more, and she got more as he slowly stuffed her to capacity. He was hot, and immense, and he set up a heavy friction when he began to thrust. The powerful surge and drag against her tender, unused muscles as he moved was almost too much, too intense, and she writhed on the stiff impalement.
Instantly, he changed the angle, and what had been almost painful was suddenly a rush of violent bliss bubbling up through her blood. Grange’s body rocked over her and inside her, which pushed her moaning mouth vigorously up and down over Isaac’s straining cock.
Isaac was red-faced and panting, obviously trying to stave off his orgasm until Carolyn was ready, but she was deliberately making it as difficult as possible for him to resist her.
“Grange, fuck, do something.” Isaac was almost begging. “I can’t hold on. Fuck.”
Grange reached under Carolyn’s body and caught her clit between two fingers as he increased his tempo, stabbing deep again and again. Carolyn cried out wildly with each new relentless lunge as her climax detonated within her, flinging her into a vicious burst of sensation. She was distantly aware of Isaac shouting and spurting against her cheek and throat but she wasn’t able to recapture him in her mouth.
Grange continued to ride her at a breakneck pace, pounding into her gripping pussy, drawing out her orgasm until she thought she would die this way, screaming her lungs out impaled on his monstrous driving cock. On a final urgent roar, he plunged impossibly deep and held himself there at the mouth of her womb, shooting jet after jet of hot seed into her pulsing, welcoming body.
Finally, she collapsed with her head on Isaac’s stomach, Grange’s big body resting half on her back and half on the floor. They were still joined intimately by his semi-hard penis.
Carolyn’s brain was blank as she struggled to draw in enough air to survive.
Isaac was stroking her hair gently, over and over, as if
1796-1874 Agnes Strickland, 1794-1875 Elizabeth Strickland, Rosalie Kaufman