I pushed a little further inside of her, running into her resistance as the thickness of my shaft pushed her wider than her comfort level. I leaned forward and hugged her. Then I kissed her hard.
“I’m going to fuck you now, beautiful, and it’s not going to be gentle. You’ve teased me long enough.”
She leaned back along the padded arm of the couch, a study in sexiness. Her pussy was still stuffed with almost half my cock, and it looked great, splitting her open. I lifted her legs, pushing them back until her shins almost bracketed her pretty face.
“Hold them,” I told her.
She seemed nervous, her position precarious, and the arm that had been holding her steady slowly came off the couch and grabbed the back of her knee. I held her hips, and started.
My cock was aching for release, and I was as hard as possible, and swollen as thick around as I get. I’ve sometimes felt overly conscious about my penis. Although I stay big when flaccid, I don’t seem to grow a whole lot longer. I mean, I’m as long as any guy present; I wasn’t short shrifted in that department, but where others guys get a little wider, and a log longer, I’m the opposite. I get really thick. I think it looks weird, with this normal sized head and the shaft just getting wider and wider behind it. I don’t reach my full thickness until about halfway down the shaft.
Where I was stuck now.
I looked down at the pretty little girl spreading her legs for me, in front of her husband, my wife and our dear friends. Her position left her completely exposed, with no doubt about what was happening to her.
I pulled my cock out, and started fucking her with the half that had already squeezed within her tightness, pushing just a little bit extra after each stroke. Slowly and steadily, she opened under my ministrations, and I watched my entire rod gradually disappear inside of her petite little body.
She was a vocal little wench, and as I extended deeper and deeper inside of her, she started a litany of moans, groans and comments, which only served to get me even further worked up.
She tried to give me guidance, moaning, asking me to take it easy, to take it slow, begging for gentleness, but I was beyond the ability to take it easy. I fucked her with long firm strokes that opened her to my need, until I was able to slam my entire length into her, eliciting squeal after squeal from her. Holding her hips tightly, I fucked her hard, pounding her, and I watched her resistance change.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, holding her legs tight, gasping. “Fuck me with that fat cock.”
I looked around and saw that Jack and Sheri were more intent on what I was doing than their own play. They had their hands in each other’s laps, and were leaning against each other whispering. I smiled, blew her a kiss, and took to fucking my little toy even harder. Her movement under the hard pounding had her slipping on the arm of the couch.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her belly and laid her back along the arm. I liked the height at which it put her; it fit me easily, without wearing my legs down.