Wrecking the Furniture

“Open your mouth.”

“FFFFuck!” She expels the curse with a spasm of her diaphragm. She almost drops to the floor. She almost decides to stand up and leave, to run to her mother’s door, to beg her to let this unloveable fucktoy back into the apartment, knowing that the certain rejection would be damning.

Her urge to flee is confounded by confusing inner voices. A good table is stable. It needs to be level and sturdy. A good table is what Kyle has been missing in this awful room for a long time now. And now... now he has a sexy table. An unwanted tingle races down her spine, cinching her asshole around the plug.

“I’m going to use your mouth now. Open up.”

“I—I can’t...” she struggles with her words and her breathing. “I... can’t... fit that thing...”

“All you’ve got to do is try.” She whines in a sort of protest, but her mouth does open, if only a little. I touch her chin, gently feeling along her neck. The black belt-leash looks more like a collar. Reaching down, I find the lead hanging under her. I get the buckle facing upward with a few lateral tugs, and then with a gentle upward pull with both hands, I have her head on a puppet string.

I squat and press my foreskin to her parted lips. Nancy shifts her slowly spreading jaw side to side like she wants to both grind her teeth and yawn at the same time. When her urge to grind abates, I work the first inch past her lips.

Her eyes flutter wildly when she realizes everything in her immediate line of sight is hairy and awful. She scrunches them closed only to discover the musky smells, sending an involuntary undulation from her throat to her stomach and back, precariously rocking the cereal bowl. Her head twists and neck contracts as if to retreat, but the collar keeps her in place as I tug and thrust. I feel her pull against it again, or so I think until I realize she is simply letting the belt take the full weight of her head as she shifts her hand positions. Her body’s trembling has been getting more spastic and she is **** for help. Unfortunately, I am in no condition to hold her up for long, so I need to pound her face quickly before we both collapse.

Much like her pussy yesterday, this hole is not ready for the task. Her teeth scrape the thickening shaft before I can get very far inside. “Wider, Nancy.” She tries, with wobbling elbows, to pay attention to stretching her jaw open as much as she can. It is just shy of my needs, and the risks outweigh the rewards when it comes to forcing myself this time. I sigh and stick to shallow thrusts, forcing the ring of her lips to change size with the comically changing diameter of my cock. It is a far cry from the skull fucking that I had envisioned, but it feels good enough for a morning tease and it is hypnotizing to watch. I’ll have to tick that checkbox some other way I guess.

No sooner do I try a hard thrust does Nancy’s endurance gives out suddenly. Her legs and arms collapse all at once, leaving her elbows and tailbone to absorb the impact. “MHHAAA—OOWWW!” she exclaims as she free-falls away from her oral obstruction, nearly taking me down with her as the belt is yanked out of my hands and her head hits the ground with a secondary thump, followed by clatter of the bowl hitting the floor, casting out a spiral of milk and brown slurry.

“OW-OW-owwwww!” she moans, sprawled unnaturally and limp head to toe. She can barely move, but after rolling her head to see the tipped bowl, a weak limb slides across the floor until she catches the lip of it and drags it back to herself, struggling to lift it back to her belly. “S-sorry... Where’s...the spoon?” She searches with only her eyes, but cant find it.

“Eh, you’ll get better at it,” I say more disappointed with her large teeth than I am with her lapse in structural integrity, still deciding what best to do with my hard-on. “Tell, you what,” I say, taking the bowl from her and plucking the spoon from her skirt. I put them in the sink and grab her unfinished bowl of rice and peas from yesterday. “You don’t have to do anything for a while. Just rest yourself.”

She nods, closes her eyes and lets out a long breath. “Thank you,” I think she says, but more from lipreading than hearing her.

I set her bowl on the mattress, then take her by the ankles and drag her body around, her bare back squeaking against the hard floor as I inadvertently clean up the spilled milk with her hair. I orient her butt to the middle of futon, then grunt loudly as I yank her whole body upward, hoisting her ass up onto the edge. “Whew! That is harder than it looks,” I inform my sextoy, feeling sweat bead on my forehead. I proceed to push her ankles back to her head to fold her into the classic pile-driver position.

“Stop it, Kyyyle!” she finally whines, but her unwillingness to move a muscle for her own defense really makes the protest feel insincere. In fact, the way she easily flops over for me is perfect. Her inverted skirt nicely frames her pale, round ass and her spread knees dangle on either side of her lovely, expressive face.

“Shhhh. Rest up, Nancy,” I say without looking away from her pink slit, reminding me of some silicone sex toys I’d seen advertised online. I grin, thinking about the consolation checkbox that is about to get ticked. Rubbing her sex firmly with my flat hand, my palm gyrates her plug while my fingers strum across her labia, confirming her glistening readiness almost immediately.

“Christ! I’m still sore from—oh! Hey! Be careful!” she squeaks from between her knees as both of my index fingers slip into her and pry her pussy wide. It feels more elastic today, or more like stretched-out elastic I suppose. It appears fairly wet already, but I spit on it and rub it around anyway. I stand astride her folded body and point my dick straight down, aiming at her primed hole. Nancy watches in red-faced horror, too spent to fight and wincing in anticipation. I dive my cock straight down.

“OOOOHHHFFFFFFFUUUUUGGG!” she expulses as her bent torso is compressed. Both of us stare at her impaled quim. Her pussy lips are practically gone, pulled inward during the rough penetration. I’m almost bottomed out in her on the first try!

I smile at her with wide-eyed, toothy delight. “Very good, Nancy! You are so much better at this today!” I pat her thigh. I can’t tell if she can even hear me the way her eyebrows kink and her eyes roll back. She is huffing fast and shallow, air whistling between her upper teeth and bit lower lip. Her head rocks to the side, lost in another landscape of pleasure and pain.

I let my weight keep sinking my girth farther into her as organs forcibly shift aside to accept it. Very slowly, her outer labia start to reemerge, partially uncurling at the narrower root of my manhood. It is adorable. “Aww.” I tease the delicate folds out with my fingers as if helping a hatchling get free of its shell. When they are back in place, red and swollen, I start pile-driving her in earnest.

“Fuck, your pussy is so noisy,” I observe, not not liking it. It belches and gooshes and queefs lewdly with my every move. Nancy moans as her hand reaches up unsteadily toward her crotch and fumbles at it as if to silence the offensive thing or to cover herself, but only managing to feel the contours of the turgid rod cratering her insides. “It’s... pretty hot,” I decide. She lets her hand drop drunkenly, bouncing off of her head. “You are...doing great,” I grunt, already out of breath. “I’m... getting... close...” Nancy moans something unintelligible in response as she quakes in her own orgasm. With a burning in my legs, I stand upright, feeling her pussy resist the attempt to pull out of her, dragging her tail up with me, until with a wet pop, we uncork suddenly, splattering ourselves with her squirting juices. I flounder back clumsily onto the futon as my raging balls start contracting. Barely remembering my intentions mid-orgasm, I grab the rice bowl and pump most of my load into it wishing I could have just unloaded into my fucktoy without worry of pregnancy. Soon enough, I promise myself, staring at Nancy’s gaping pussy as she struggles pathetically to tip herself to one side or the other.