He took my big toe into his mouth and started bobbing his head and sucking it; using his tongue to flick along the contours and drag over its shape in twisting motions while I plunged it deep behind his suctioning lips. His hands massaged my calf in such a manner as to mimic the stroking of a massive, thick and well formed cock. His hands rubbed from my knee and along the bulge of muscle, towards the taper of my ankle.
The lubrication of coconut oil over clean, smooth legs made the shifting slide of his hands slither easily over warm skin, as they pushed upwards and around my heel until they encircled the arch of my foot. He twisted and pulled, stretching muscles and ligaments, his hot breath burning my toes as they cooled from the air over wet, exposed skin, as he hungrily moved his lips and tongue to my other digits.
He was spooned against my back, his head at my feet; my back of my legs stretched up his chest so that my feet were in his face. I could feel the wet trail of seeping seminal fluids being spread across my bottom from the tiny bump of his penis as he thrust uselessly against me in an attempt to push between my cheeks towards the heat of my swollen women’s flesh. Mission impossible defined, as I will always be too far from him to reach.
I reached forward to open the toy box and removed a thick, heavily veined, 8.5 inch jello dildo with full heavy balls. I placed it between my thighs, as if it was my own, so it rested between them, nestled in the warmth and fullness. I told him to get the oil and to lube my cock up for me, as I was ready to have a cock inside of heat of my sex.
I could feel his hands on the dildo, between my thighs. I could feel the oil melt and slicken over my flesh. I could feel its temperature change as it heated up against my skin and with the friction of his hands. I shifted so that my leg went over his shoulder so he could look down and see his cock beside the dildo in direct comparison. I felt him throb against the mound of my ass.
I told him to push it inside of me. I was wet and heavily oiled and still it took him several strokes before he could embed the entire length inside my tight slit due to the girth of the dildo. I responded immediately. My body arched, my stomach tightened, my nipples ached with unsuckled and untouched hardness. I sighed in appreciative and fulfilled delight.
As he began to fuck me with the heavy cock, I told him to pull it out until he could see its big mushroom head exposed, before thrusting it back inside of me. With every delicious stroke he pulled away from my body, he saw it covered thick with the cream of my juices as it dragged against his own erect little penis. He could see how easily I could take it all inside of me. He could feel how much tension started to crush the dildo as he pushed it forward, as I started to tighten impossibly with my arousal.
I could feel the thrust of his little penis, desperately trying to gain access alongside the well endowed cock flesh inside me and I had to whisper to him in a ragged voice that it wasn’t his turn yet. He wasn’t allowed access to my well fucked pussy until the big cock shot his load of cum inside of me. It wasn’t his turn; he could have the sloppy seconds once I was properly fucked.
I hooked my ankle against the back of his head, bringing his face closer to my pussy and demanded that he suck my clit while I have a big cock buried inside of me. Demanded that he keep his mouth on me and lick all the sweet juices that the cock head was dragging out from deep inside my well fucked cunt. He pushed his face harder into my wetness while pounding the thick dildo deep inside of me.
I bucked against his face, grinding myself onto his tongue. I warned him that if he kept licking me like that, it was going to make the dildo blow its load in me. I warned him that his mouth was exciting us too much and we were going to cum and I expected him to lick up all the cum. He noisily tried to lick the slick wetness covering his face. Lick the cum. Suck my clit. Don’t stop…don’t stop. Gritting my teeth I told him to taste it, to take it, I was cumming.
My taunt body seized the cock meat, clutching it in spasms of rhythmic contractions until I melted in sensual release back into awareness. Once he felt the change, he jumped back and off the bed, grabbing my ankles and dragging me across the width of the bed. He hooked my knees and pulled me forward until my ass hung slightly off the edge of the bed and into the only real position he could enter me in.
He pushed forward and his little penis disappeared in a single quarter thrust, so that his balls were bathed in the cream of my orgasm and on his friction-less withdrawal, I asked if he had entered me yet. He started cumming immediately as he ground forward and against my puffy and saturated split peach. He came hard and emptied himself totally knowing that his place will always be as a comfortable second. A sloppy second at that.