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Mischievous Spirits 16
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Mischievous Spirits
© Copyright 1993, Hannibal Smith
Walter was nearly beside him self with anticipation. He'd not had
sex in weeks. The last woman to try him on, had not called back,
due to the soreness she'd experienced the next day. This happened
to him often, and he just didnt' get many return offers after they'd
been forced open with his sex organ. Most women loved the fullness
and the way his cock rubbed every sensuous nerve in their wet pussies
while he shoved it inside of them, but the next day was always the
same. Overwhelming soreness from never having been stretched that
far..for such a long period of time. Walter's other curse was
extreme staying power. He could last longer than most women ever
dreamed. He practiced on being able to withold his orgasm as
long as possible, because he never knew when he'd be allowed to
try again.
Of course, Tasha knew Nothing of this as she sized up Walters'
impressive size, and began to lay back with the obvious intent of
taking him to the hilt. She was so wet, she fairly shined with
juices as she spread her pussy lips and beckoned for him to enter
her. It wasn't long before he lay between her firm muscular
thighs and began to work the head of his huge cock inbetween her
pink wet lips.
"Aaagggh! Oh..Baby!" Tasha cried out as he finally worked the
head of his cock past her tight cunt lips. Walter paused a moment
and let her body adjust to the way she was being opened. He
waited until she began to rotate her own hips along the head of
his cock. He knew this meant she wanted more, and slowly, he
began to press forward, sliding slowly into her. She flinched and
cried out again, and he stopped, feeling her tight snatch as it
fluttered and massaged his massive tool. He wasnt' sure how long
he was going to be able to stay with Tasha, for her pussy was
extremely tight. So tight, that his fabled self control was in
jeopardy. Finally, he felt her body relax somewhat, again, and
her hips began spiraling along the length of his organ again. He
pressed ahead, slowly moving deeper into her. They continued at
this pace, push, wait, push, wait, for long moments until finally,
Walter was in as deep as he felt he would ever fit into Tasha's
vice like cunt.
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