My mouth opened and closed like a caught bass; the pain so raw no sound came out. I felt skewered, impaled, carved in two, a third of it locked inside my flaming bung.
From somewhere far away I heard my name.
A dull, numbing throb took over, making me force myself to breathe deeper than ever in my life.
"Billyboy---Jesus Christ!....."
"I'm FINE!," I stared defiantly through the popping dots.
"What the hell are you trying to....."
I squatted down even further, biting my lip to feel pain somewhere else for a while.
"I want it," I vowed. "And I'm gonna...
fuckin'....
HAVE...IT!"
I felt like a Christmas turkey with mancock stuffing--the thought making me laugh even as tears squeezed out of my eyes.
And still I made it tunnel in—another inch--another--another--another. And then my knees were trembling against my face, my ass now pressed against his thighs.
"Did it!" I grunted, not recognizing my own voice.
Uncle Tom looked all pupil. He looked full of unknown feelings--looking at me like he'd never ever looked at me before. It was a look full of concern and awe and love. He looked at me like we’d both just graduated.
He didn't move a muscle, and neither did I.
I heard logs popping and sparking in the woodstove. I heard the night wind scratching a branch against the window as my slice began to shape itself around his snorting stallion.
"Jesus, Billy...are you...okay?"
I nodded. "You're real hot inside there." I laughed a breathy laugh. "I feel like I'm shitting a sweet potato."
He looked surprised--and then we were both laughing--and then I began raising my butt to slide up the length of it, crazy feelings making my own cock suddenly tingle and begin to swell.
"Uhhhhhhh," Uncle Tom breathed, reaching in to roll my nuts gently around in his palm. His rugged face looked full of wonder, full of hot needy passion.
My clamping pussyhole snagged on the lip of his flared head.
"Billyboy," Uncle Tom said. "My big brave Billyboy." His face was dark, his eyes speaking to me more than his words ever could.
His look excited me, made me want him way up in me--and as I pushed my ass back down, his blunt-nosed helmet hit something that made me nearly shoot! His big cock was pressing some kind of inner buzzer, something I never knew I had or even existed.
"Ohhhhhhhhh--Uncle Tom, Uncle Tom," I closed my eyes, warmth spreading through my body and igniting my balls. My cock shot up like a railroad spike, dripping on his abs. My body trembling, my forehead sweating, my cunt demanding more--more Uncle Tom--more hard cock!
And then I began a fevered hunching--swinging my hips and thighs in rhythmic arcs--drilling down, rising up, riding his ass-plowing fuckpole.
"Uh--uh--uh--uh--uh--UH!" My thighs flexed as I bounced, my boyhole numb and on fire.
Uncle Tom looked lost in space, his huge tits jostling, his abs standing up in ridges. "So hot," he moaned. "Like an oven. Like a fuckin’ furnace."
The sofa sagged and swayed, the cushions nearly busting, the floorboards squeaking below it.
Uncle Tom's hands found my pecs, letting them slap his palms, the nipples all stiff and ripe. His face grimaced with sweet agonies of what was fucking his huge thick meat. "Billy. Billy. Billy!!", he looked anguished, awestricken. "You're...you're gonna make me...."
My cock danced above his hairy chest, his eyes watching it smack my belly and thighs. He looked up to my face, his eyes black and lusty. I couldn't read his warnings, his signals. My mind was full of my own newfound pride and pleasure. I felt wild and heroic--Billy The Kid; Batman's Robin.
"Whoooeee!", I crowed, "Ride 'em cowboy!" And my buttery boypussy basted his blissed-out fuck-muscle. My tight, tight twat syphoned and vacuumed his nerve-shattered ram.
"Oh, Jesus," Uncle Tom said, his eyes closing shut, his full lips parting.
His muscular shaft expanded to twice its size--the humongous thing pulsing with such size and heat, it halted me mid-way-- his whole physique shaking with lust.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned deeply, his eyes squeezing shut.
His nipples erected to the size of baby hardons, standing up arrogantly from his fur.
His torso flexed, every muscle in his body standing out in bold relief. And with a shout, his hips sailed upwards from the sofa, burying all ten inches of his prime rib into my jiggling, hot cunt.
A look of wonder and shock crossed his face.
"UUUUUhhhhhhhggggghh!"
A splashing heat flooded my guts, my 'O' ring clamping down.
"B i l l l l l y y y y," he moaned, his hand squeezing my cock, his muscles flexing, his hips drilling for gold.
He shook and seized and quaked and spasmed, as that gargantuan cock pumped my virgin ass full of his jizz, his face a mask of passion, his neck corded, the veins pulsing.
His huge arms pulled me down, my face crushed against his chest.
His groans filled my body as his cum washed through my guts--as it drooled from my twat.
His huge arms pulled me into his kiss, his cock still plowing and firing out jizz. He swallowed my whole mouth inside his, panting and groaning my name!
"Billy, Billy," he kissed me hotly, still fucking my virgin teen hole. "I need you. I need you so bad."
At his words I felt my cock spurting-- felt hot and flushed and fevered. "Oh my God, Uncle Tom. Oh my God, I love you." And I dove against his hairy chest, my lips nursing on his lust-swollen tits.