“To the balls,” he hissed, placing hands on her hips to guide her. Her voice ached with a voiceless moan as she shifted on him, working her way to the root of his cock. Her expression might have been amazement or accusation; in reality it was probably a combination of the two.
“Oh Jesus…” She reached out with both arms now to rest on him, now that he was lodged properly within her. “Oh God, you’re so big…”
“Big-long or big-wide?” he inquired with a crooked smile, latching onto the girl’s inadvertent compliment so he could milk it, like her cunt’s tight grip was already threatening to milk his cock.
“Both…” She hovered motionless above him, adjusting to his size, her melon-tits hanging ripe and inviting. Mac accepted the invitation, reaching up with both hands to grasp her full, soft orbs.
“Do I fill you up?” he pursued, squeezing and caressing.
“Oh God – are you joking?” She realised a split-second after that he wasn’t, and looked aggrieved that he was teasing her. “Yes you do, you know you fill me up. Oh fuck…” Her eyes closed like the experience was all too much.
“Look at me,” he said, and her eyes flicked open again. “Look at me and fuck me.” She rolled her hips into motion, mouth and eyes wide with silent awe, as slowly she rocked on him. Oh sweet Christ, that’s good, he thought, fighting off the impulse to let his head loll back on the bed. “That’s it, Imogen sweetheart, let me feel your cunt squeeze my cock.” She was already doing it, her pussy’s grip tightening as it shifted back and forth, compressing and massaging every part of his phallic surface in the process. His palms fondled her tit-flesh in response, as she undulated her hips on him more fully, her face a picture of yearning.
“Come on, baby, fuck yourself on that cock. Feel that big dick inside you.” He’d uttered better lines in his time, but crude eroticism was working a treat with this silly misguided girl. His words compelled her, so that she gripped his chest and screwed herself on him like all thoughts of morality and guilt were slipping away. “You fuck your boyfriend like this?” he chanced, and she slowed on him just perceptibly, her frown returning. “Don’t stop. I said I’d fuck you nice, but don’t push it, sweetheart.” The fuller rhythmic motion returned, and with it the aching look of pleasure on her face. “Do you like riding me?” he asked more gently. “Do you like that cock so tight inside you?”So fucking tight.
“Yes. Yes, I like it,” she confessed. “I like it…”
“Show me.”
“Show you?”
“Show me how much.”
“Oh God…” There it was again, that prayer of a lost soul. She leaned her full weight down on his chest and pushed her hips into the motion, so that her cunt was sliding halfway up his shaft, before plunging down again, slippery and tight. This was beyond ‘riding’ – this was full fuck-massage, the girl’s tender pussy bestowing all its delights on his stiff responsive cock. He kneaded her tits even more fully than before, his thumbs squeezing her engorged nipples every time he closed his grasp.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Fuck that cock. Look at you, look how much you fucking love it. You’re getting off on this as much as I am, aren’t you?”
“Oh my God…”
“Aren’t you, Imogen?”
“Yes…” The word was a long, quavering whisper as she rocked herself on him.
“Say it.”
“Yes, yes I am!”
“And you want to get off, don’t you? You want to get off all over my cock.”
“Yes, yes I do!”
Mac clapped a hand to her hip and stayed the ever-speeding movement on his shaft. “Then slow down,” he said, and reluctantly she eased to a near halt, perturbed by the instruction. He drew her down to him and kissed her kips, brushing them with his tongue. Her tresses draped themselves about his chest. “Slow down, Imogen, and listen to me. You’ll come soon enough. Make the right choice here, and the rest of the evening’s going to go well for you. But you need to be smart.” His fingertips brushed her cheek. “I need you to help me out.”
She stared into his eyes, fraught with defeated orgasm. “Help you out with what?”
Placing both hands on her hips now, he moved her gently, so that they were both continually aware of the friction between cock-shaft and cunt. “I need you to be mypartner in crime now, Imogen. I need you to swap teams.”
“To…” Her face creased with confusion.
“I don’t think you’re the real criminal here,” he told her, stroking her face. “I think you’re just a foolish young woman who let her friend talk her into something which went clean against her conscience. I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Well…”
“You didn’t really want to break into a stranger’s house and go through all their possessions. That’s not you. She persuaded you to do it against your better judgement, Lysette, I mean. Miranda probably got her to pressure you into it – they ganged up against you, poor silly Imogen. ‘She’ll do what you tell her, Lysette.’ And now your so-called friend expects you to take the punishment along with her. Isn’t that exactly like her? Isn’t that what she wants? What she expects?”