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Singapore Girl Part 4
Singapore Girl Part 4
We wouldn't have been hard to find, even if we'd been quiet. A trail of clothes led directly to the bed. And we were not being quiet. June wasn't, anyhow. I wasn't making too much noise, since my mouth was full. I lay with my head on a doubled up pillow. June was sitting on my face and she was cumming a lot. She was facing the head of the bed, so I could look up and see her face and her lovely breasts which, at the moment, I was playing with. She went through a particularly intense string of orgasms, rapid-fire, bang-bang-bang, and started lifting her cunt off my mouth. "I want to fuck!" she said sharply.
"And I want to suck more!" I answered. I slid my hands around to grip her hard little ass and pulled her back down against my mouth. Her clit was hugely swollen and I was sure was over sensitized at the moment but I locked my lips around it and sucked, all the while trilling my tongue lightly back and forth across the top of it. Her powerful thighs clamped down over my ears and I could barely hear her screams but there was no mistaking the convulsing of her buttocks and the surges rocking her hips. She swayed above me and began to topple to one side. It was so unexpected that I barely steadied her. I guided her back and to one side and she collapsed on the bed, face down, sprawled partly on top of me. I slithered out and stood beside the bed. She was all but unconscious, yet her hips still moved in pleasure. What a sight she made her smooth, pale flesh, her beautifully proportioned back and graceful neck, her slender waist and her lovely hips. Her ass cheeks were clenching and unclenching and her legs were slightly parted, one drawn partway up. The insides of her thighs were shiny with her juices, picking up the light from under the door to the bathroom.
"Dammit, woman I want to fuck you in the worst way," I said. Her hips jerked at the words. With her face still pressed into the disheveled blankets, she arched her ass up at me and pulled her knees underneath her. Veterinarians call it "presenting." The height of the bed wasn't quite right for this, though. I grabbed the pillows, stacked them, then grabbed her hips and stacked her on top of the pillows at the edge of the bed. She still lay limply, with her face down on the bed and her arms outstretched, as if forgotten. I could smell her rich juices, the aroma bypassing thought and triggering cock throbs. I stepped up to edge of the bed, flexed my knees slightly and pushed my cock against her opening. She was so wet! I slid in and groaned, "Baby, your cunt is so hot it's like an oven!" Her twat tightened. There was no finesse to what came next. I simply flailed away at her, battering her cunt with my dick while I pulled her hips back and up toward me. "I love fucking you, baby!" I told her, struggling for the breath to speak. I couldn't even slow myself; I needed to ram her cunt and I told her so. She loved it as much as I did. My violent fucking was pushing her forward, farther onto the bed. I propped one knee on the edge of the mattress to stay with her, then reached under with one hand to rub her clit and squeeze her cunt lips. She screamed, "Oh, David, I am cumming and cumming I cannot stop " Her voice rose in pitch, higher and higher until the words may have been English and they may have been Chinese; it didn't matter, because they were unintelligible. Her cunt spasms accelerated and then her entire pelvis seemed to go rigid and I felt an incredible warm wetness around my cock. Then her inner cunt seemed to open; I couldn't feel it against my cock head. Even the entrance seemed wider and harder. I reached under a bit farther and explored her cunt lips with one finger. This reaction was new to me and oddly exciting. She was definitely still enjoying herself, yet her cunt seemed simply to have grown wider. I slid the finger in alongside my cock, to increase the stricture a bit. She groaned and rolled her hips and I took that as approval and added a second finger alongside my cock. "You like having your cunt packed like that, eh?" I said and as if in answer, she began to cum again.
I pulled my fingers out, straightened and yanked the pillows from beneath her. I pulled her up on her knees and pumped wildly at her cunt for a minute or so. Then I reached down between us with one hand and slid two fingers into her cunt, above my cock. Again, she seemed to welcome it and there was a bit of give, yet so I added a third finger. When eating her on previous occasions, I had sometimes slipped fingers into her, but two fingers seemed quite adequate and usually it was difficult to get a third inside. She had three fingers in her twat along with my cock and she seemed to love it. I pulled my cock and fingers out of her and dropped to my knees beside the bed. I pressed my face into her sopping snatch and sucked powerfully on her clitoris for a moment. She screamed and shook all over. I reached under her with one hand and pinched her nipples, and then I leaned back and brought my hand up to her cunt.
How much could she handle? Three fingers went in with ease and only when my pinky was in her cunt, too, did she seem be getting full. I waggled the four fingers inside. The walls of her cunt were rigid. I could feel the texture of them kind of knobby and when I pushed my fingers in farther, till the base of my thumb was against her cunt, I discovered that my earlier perception had been correct: About three inches inside, her cunt suddenly opened much more. I knew a woman had no nerve endings that far inside, yet when I waggled the ends of my four fingers in that roomier place, she gasped and began rocking her torso in long, tense, sensuous waves. She made a deep, guttural sound from somewhere in her throat and I knew that nerve- endings or not, she was aware of the movement in there and she was enjoying it.
"You like that when I stuff your cunt, don't you?" I said. "You like being full and stretched, doing things you think are dirty." She wailed softly and her hands thrashed the tangled sheets.
"And you want more, don't you?" She seemed to be sobbing and cumming.
I bent my thumb under and carefully insinuated it into her cunt lips. Her labia were stretched tight. I used my other hand to work her pussy lips clear, to avoid pinching the sensitive flesh. I wished I had some K-Y, but she was so wet and slippery that it didn't seem necessary.
With all five fingers folded into her cunt, I began gently turning my wrist, loosening her hole and spreading her copious lubricants. Then, carefully, I began working my hand forward. This was one of those occasions when I did not mind having hands that were a tad small for my size and I almost wished the years of carpentry and karate hadn't made them so thick.
Still, when my knuckles reached the entrance there was no room. She was grinding her hips back and forth against my hand and babbling incoherently, hungrily, but I didn't want to force it. She was a small girl and it was amazing that she had taken and seemed to be enjoying as much as she did, but everything has its limit, I figured. As it was, I was delighted to have discovered yet another way to provide yet another kind of intense and satisfying orgasm for this woman. I experimented with moving my hand in different ways and at different speeds and her reactions were so fucking exciting to see that I almost shot my wad. As it was, my cock was so hard it was beginning to ache.
Then, without warning, with her face and shoulders and tits flat on the blanket, she reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her cunt lips eked back a fraction of an inch or so from my hand. She began rolling her hips around and back, around and back. She pressed against my hand and it required a good deal of strength to hold my arm in place. But I did.
Slowly, bit by bit, the wider part of my hand was being engulfed by her cunt. Only the souvenirs of a misspent adolescence in a bad neighborhood i.e., knuckles that had been broken more than once enabled my hand to accept the compression of her cunt. My fingers were being squeezed awkwardly and it was beginning to hurt, but I didn't care. She was determined and I was going to go along with it as long as I could because it was one helluva turn-on. And all the time, I was talking dirty to her about what she was doing and what was going on just the way she liked. "Oh, you like that, don't you, impaling yourself on something so big, too big for that hot little Chinese cunt, stuffing your pussy with something big and fat and warm, filling up your wet twat " Et cetera.
My fingers were getting numb inside her and we seemed at last to have reached the limit. The thick, muscular base of my thumb was pressed against her cunt lips and she simply could not seem to get that widest part of my hand into her. She jerked and bucked against my hand, but it wasn't going any farther.
She took her hands away from her ass cheeks and braced them on the bed. Her head came up. I could see the shine of sweat coating her entire body. She turned her head partially toward me and said, voice quaver: "Fuck me with your hand!" "It's too big "Fuck me with your hand all of it spread me fuck me!" "It'll hurt you "Do it! Hurt me! Fuck me!" I ducked my head forward and licked the base of my thumb, then wrapped my free hand around her thighs. "Alright, you weird, perverted little cunt you're going to get what you've been asking for!" "Yesssss...." she wailed.
I twisted and turned my hand, forcing my fingers into rough alignment within her pussy and pushed. She gasped and I knew it had to be hurting her, but: "Yes fuck fuck She grunted it rhythmically, almost a chant and slowly, the fattest part of my hand slid into her cunt. I could feel the ring of her pubic bones through her tortured flesh, but she was pressing back against me as hard as she could, so hard that her legs and arms shook with the effort.
Bit by bit, my hand slid into her cunt, until it was almost to the wrist. My fingers were well into that wider, open part of her inner cunt and her labia were closing on the narrower base of my hand.
"Oooohhh yes, fuck me with it, fuck me with it!" she was wailing. I didn't know how I was going to get my hand back out, but now that it was all the way in, I figured we should make the most of it. I worked my hand back and forth in her cunt, no more than a quarter of an inch in either direction but her pussy was so thoroughly packed that the slight motion was having a powerful effect. She screamed and came and then began rocking back and forth, trying to widen and deepen the movement. She took still more of my hand into her, got it right to the bones of my wrist and only then did it seem I had touched bottom. With my free hand I caressed her abdomen (from the outside for variety). It was as hard as steel and as I moved my hand within her, her belly rippled and flexed and she screamed and came again.
I flexed the hand within her and she came even more powerfully. Carefully, I folded my fingers under, then my thumb and slowly made and clenched my fist. I felt the walls of that more open place suddenly close about my fist and then she went absolutely ape shit. To this day, only once have I ever seen anything to rival the way June came with my fist inside her. She was totally out of control, quite berserk. Her little, firm young body gyrated and bucked wildly, her hips pumping as if it were a nice, reasonable cock in her honey hole and not a fat, hard, thick fist. She pulled forward till my entire fist was spreading even the narrowest part of her cunt and then rammed her back and impaled her to the limit on it. She did it again and again, all the time screaming and babbling mad, lusty gibberish. I reached under to caress her clitoris and when my finger found the rudely stretched little nubbin, June completely lost it. Her movements resembled nothing so much as grand mal, a severe seizure. One leg straightened spastically, and she was on one knee on the bed, her torso flat to the covers and her hips cocked and her ass in the air. Her well-stuffed cunt was the only part of her that wasn't moving; she shook everywhere else.
And then, abruptly, that condition reversed. She went almost catatonic, rigid and unmoving except for her hips. They ratcheted rapidly, in short, mechanical strokes, her cunt fucking my hand to the wrist in a way it had never moved on my cock. And while this continued, she began to roll over, first onto her back, then onto her side.
I was astonished at the quantity and quality and thickness of her lubrication, to accomplish this movement. Her juices were literally dripping down my arm. I eased my free hand under her ass to move her so her legs were on the bed. Her face was drawn and gaunt, thinner, her mouth open and lips parted and endless soft babbling and moans were coming out of them. Her nipples were inflated; that's the only word for it. Usually her nipples made nifty hard little spikes, but even her aureoles seemed to be swollen and raised. I brushed my fingers over them, wonderingly, and she groaned like a sleeping dreamer protesting the alarm clock. And all the time, her legs widespread and now bent slightly at the knees, her hips were moving - back-forth, back-forth.
Her eyes opened. They were glassy. She looked almost drugged. Slowly, she focused on my face.
"Nothing ... has ever ... been so ... good ... " she breathed. "I can't stop cumming .... My balls were beginning to throb with the prolonged arousal. She reached for my cock in slow motion. Her hand rested lightly on it, fell back to the bed, then again reached for it. She grabbed it and pulled.
My hand still trapped in her cunt made it awkward, but the differences in our size made it possible. I knelt on the bed, bent over so my face was near her knees as she drew my cock toward her mouth. "I want to drink you, she whispered, "and as you fuck my mouth, take your fist out." I began slowly, carefully straightening my fingers inside her.
"No!" she barked sharply. "Your fist." What June lacked in style for cock sucking, she made up for by sheer, brute sucking. She took half my cock in her mouth and immediately began sucking for oil. Her body was writhing almost normally and my balls lurched and I started to cum. I pulled my clenched fist back, but it simply wasn't going to work.
Then the full rush of my ejaculation was on me. I came as if I was hemorrhaging jism into her sucking mouth. My hand in her cunt unclenched and I began pulling it out. Her twat was fearsomely tight, but I pulled anyhow and as June drained the last of what felt like an endless stream of cum from my cock, my hand slowly began reemerging form her cunt.
I rolled away from her slightly, and made a fist of the cunt filling hand right there, in the narrowest part of her pussy.
She arched and stiffened, as if electrified, and when I yanked my clenched fist out of her cunt, she let out a scream that literally hurt my ears. She screamed a word, clearly and precisely, but at a volume and pitch that was painful: "DARLING!" She remained arched like that for what seemed a long time, thought I knew even then it was less than ten seconds. But she was so rigid that I was afraid to touch her; she might shatter. Every muscle and ligament in her lovely body was taut and clearly outlined. Then she sucked in a long breath, with a sound like tearing wool. Her hips jerked violently, then her thighs trembled and she collapsed back on the bed, shuddering uncontrollably. Her belly was rippling wildly and from between the lips of her cunt which, astonishingly, looked almost as if nothing had happened thick juice drooled, soaking the sheets, the blankets and the mattress.
Her eyes closed, she gasped no: She panted and shivered. I grabbed some of the blankets from the floor and threw them across us, then rolled her into my arms. I lay on my back, holding her against me, on top of me. She was still shivering and her hips still flexed and I could feel that juice still dribbling onto my thighs. I kissed her lovely eyes and her forehead and her nose and her lips, then I licked her lips, still sticky with my cum. I had one hand the hand resting on her ass under the covers, lightly caressing. And to my utter and complete astonishment, despite the fact that I had just cum in her mouth with gut- wrenching intensity, I found I had another hard-on. My stiff dick was pressing against her constantly shifting thighs.
June seemed barely conscious, but she parted her legs and wriggled her hips and her cunt slid onto my cock. If the fact of my hard-on was surprising, the renewed tightness of her cunt was downright astonishing.
Prone atop me, her hips barely moving, June pumped my cock slowly with her cunt. Her eyes opened slightly and she pressed her lips to my nipple, then raised her head slightly and smiled at my expression of amazement, I guess.
"How can you be so tight again?" I whispered.
Her smile broadened and then her cunt suddenly closed around my cock. She squeezed, relaxed, squeezed, relaxed it almost felt like her cunt was sucking me.
"Do you think you can cum again, my sweet darling?" "I doubt it." "I don't. I am going to make you cum." I'm not sure exactly how she did it or even what she did, but suddenly my cock was pulsating and then I was spurting into her again. She pressed her pubis down against mine, grinding her clitoris against me. Her mouth went slack and she gave a soft little cry of pleasure and then she collapsed upon me, as limp as my cock.
"Now we rest," she said, her mouth wet against my shoulder.
I let myself drift as if I could have stopped it and I remember, quite clearly, that as I fell asleep with this lovely, amazing, sweet, depraved woman sprawled atop me, I couldn't imagine anything weirder ... or more oddly pleasurable.
Of course, that was about ten years ago, before I learned to let my imagination run amok.
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