The world is her oyster

My mind goes blank for a moment. I’ve never seen anything like this before: Kelly is lying on her back with her legs spread wide and pulled so far back that her knees are touching the bed, with her arms resting on the backs of her knees. Her ankles are actually crossed behind her head. Her head is elevated a little—resting on her ankles—and her pussy . . . the way her hips are rotated, I think her fuckhole is pointed at the ceiling. Her lips are spread wide, shiny-slick with her pussy dew. She is literally at my fucking mercy.

Kelly gives me a wicked grin. “Never seen a Viennese oyster, big man?” I shake my head dumbly, and her grin shades smug. “I’m not surprised—not many girls are flexible enough to pull it off.” Viennese oyster, huh? I think. I bet Vienna could do it, or one of the other gymnasts. Heck, that one position Vienna wanted me to try wasn’t that far off this.

Kelly interrupts my thoughts and recalls me to the present with a sultry purr. “Come on, tiger. I’m at your mercy.” I twitch in surprise as she echoes my thought of a few moments ago, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “You can fuck me silly with that big pussyhammer and”—her voice sinks to a lustful whisper—“there’s nothing I can do to stop you.”

I kneel on the bed and line up my cock, trying to make sure I get the right angle; I hold it in place with one hand and fall forward to land on the other. I want badly to cut loose and fuck Kelly hard and fast from the jump, but uncertainty helps me hold on to my self-control. I thrust down into her wet heat, hard but not too fast, moaning at the resistance as her tiny cunt stretches to fit my rod. She mewls to feel me pierce her fuckhole and gets louder as I push deeper into her sex. “So—fucking—good,” she moans. “Hurts—so—fucking—good . . . Stretching my—little pussy . . . So thick—so—never felt—split me—in—fucking—half . . . gonna—explode—so big . . . big—beautiful—dick . . .”

When I bottom out in her pussy—before I’m all the way in, alas—she lets out a soft, wild cry and starts to shake. I hold myself in position as her tunnel walls clench and unclench around my prick; the pocket of her anterior fornix molds itself tightly around my mushroom. After several moments, Kelly looks up at me, dazed. “What—the fuck—was that?” she murmurs hoarsely.

“That, sexy girl, was me hitting your A-spot,” I tell her. “You appear to be really sensitive there.”

“Ohhhhhh,” she moans. “Never before . . . Why not?”

Rather than trying to answer Kelly with words, I pull out until only my mushroom is still inside her, then spear her again, a little harder; she slips one hand into her quim and starts frigging her clit while I pump her cunt. I set up a steady, moderate rhythm, not pulling out as far, in the interest of speed. Each time I bottom out in her cunt, I drive a little deeper, until finally she can take no more of me in. She doesn’t orgasm every time I hit her A-spot—only a few times—but the sounds she’s producing make it clear that every time gives her a burst of pleasure.

“So good—so deep—so fucking good deep . . .” Kelly moans, her words interrupted by gasps and mewls at the end of each thrust. “Big—thick—cuntpiston—fucking me—places—never fucked before . . . Big—beautiful—fucking—dick—so good—so good— . . . Tight little—pussy—loves—your—cock . . . You like—that hot—tight—pussy, tiger? . . . Tell me . . . Fuck me—so good—harder—give it to me—fuck me—like—a little slut . . .”

I lift one hand from the bed and rest my forearm across the back of Kelly’s thigh to grab one of her luscious mounds. “Yessssss . . .” she hisses. “Play with my titties—squeeze my big titties . . .” I do the same with the other hand and start roughly kneading her melons, setting her moaning in approval. Then I start pounding her cunt as hard and fast as I can, as if I were trying to fuck her right through the mattress. “Fuck yeah!” Kelly shrieks. “More!—more!—more! Give me that—monster—fucking take me! . . . Hard—fast—deep—fuck! . . . Fuck me deep—hard—so good—so good so good so fucking good—getting close—don’t stop fuck me make me cum . . . Drill me, baby—drill me hard—drill me deep—make me gush—drill me so fucking—deep—hard—make me gush . . .”

I grip her boobs tighter, rolling them in my hands until I can capture their stiff buds. I pinch them hard and twist, making her shriek in pleasure. “You’re such a sweet fuck,” I growl, hearing Kelly moan at my words. “You’re a hungry little slut, aren’t you? You’d do anything to have this big cock pounding your tight, wet fuckhole.” She moans louder and nods wildly. “You look so hot, lying there taking it while I manhandle your boobs and jackhammer you into the fucking bed . . . just lying there at my mercy, writhing and moaning and getting fucked into submission. You like that, don’t you, little slut?”

“Yes—yes—yesssssss—” Kelly responds on a rising keen, then explodes into a full-throated scream as her biggest climax yet engulfs her from every direction at once. Her feet go flying wide—I notice out of the corner of my eye that her toes are actually literally curling—her back arches, and her tunnel walls clamp down on my prick like they want to pull it off. I drive my thrust home and explode in response, flooding her overstuffed cunt with my cream. I don’t know where it all fits, but it won’t be denied, and I roar in triumph as I empty my balls in her tight, wet heat.

Eventually, we relax and collapse in a tangled heap. For a while, breathing takes priority over speech. Finally, Kelly murmurs, “I’d planned to fuck you more than once . . . that was too intense. Pussy sore . . . not up to more right now . . .”