Lily could hardly believe that her hand was clenched on Sonny's prick, a rigid cylinder burning right through the material of his shorts.
She lived in a man's world, between her father and Sonny. She wore skirts instead of shorts for greenhouse work, trying to get the message through to them that she was different, a girl, that she needed affection, love, flattery, and from Sonny the excitement of sex. Their only recognition of her femininity had been excusing her from heavy lifting and carpentry work.
Now, out of nowhere, Sonny had begun kissing her and fondling her breasts.
After years of gazing wistfully at his crotch bulge, she at last held his cock.
She had to see it. She grabbed the zipper tab and yanked it down, thrust her hand in his open fly and seized the hot trapped meat and wrenched it out.
She gasped on seeing a giant pinkish stem capped with a red-purple arrowhead shape, towering up from the ruff of his pubic hair.
The stalk felt as hard as the handle of a greenhouse trowel. But it was enormous! Almost six inches of it sprouted from her clutching hand. And the knob was so swollen and inflamed that it looked infected.
She had never dreamed that it would be this big and the colors so garish. Oh, she knew what an erect cock was supposed to look like, from pictures in her sex education book at school, and fuck photos that kids passed around. And girls talked about pricks like hard salamis.. But this was too much.
She thrust her face into Sonny's throat, as though hiding from his rampant organ. It did not match him. That throbbing stalk had nothing to do with his rather pretty face, his slim chest, his gangly limbs. Some kids called Sonny a sissy. In anger, Lily had often sneered that he was a momma's boy.
Still, she had known there was iron in him. On very hot days he worked in the greenhouse right alongside Daddy, after Lily herself had fled the heat indoors. Daddy called him "Your boy friend," in a way that signified strong approval.
Sonny asked, "What's the matter?"
She whispered, "I thought it would be littler. I mean, in your pants the bulge looks like a small fist. See, everybody can tell by looking how big a girl's titties are but your thing is-I didn't think-"
She burst into tears.
Sobbing against his shoulder, she released the burning cock and clung to his neck.
He said, "Well, anyhow, Lily, we shouldn't be here in the living room. In daylight and all."
She glanced through tears at the front windows, shadowed by the porch overhang but only lightly veiled by thin curtains. Anybody could see in.
She choked, "I guess you're right. We better go to- "Your bedroom?"
Her face flamed. She pushed up from the couch. Her legs felt wobbly. She tugged down her t-shirt to cover her breasts. To her bedroom? She had not really thought where kissing and feeling each other would lead, it all had been so sudden.
He had risen. He nudged her. They moved. Her head was whirling. He steered her to the hall, into her bedroom. There the drapes were drawn to keep out the hot sunshine. He shut the door behind them. In near-darkness she gazed feverishly about the room, seeing familiar objects distorted by her quavering vision. On one wall hung a framed photo cut out from a florists' magazine, an orchid, Phiebos Lilicus, named for her. Her father had hybridized the flower during his orchid days, before Ma bankrupted him. He had had six hundred feet of greenhouses, all gone to buy Ma's extravagant clothes, her new cars, her jewelry. Too late, Daddy had kicked her out and turned everything over to his creditors.
Beside the orchid was a yellowing photo of Daddy in a Sox uniform, at bat. That year a chipped elbow had knocked him out of the big leagues.
Daddy was unlucky.
Sonny asked, "You want to get undressed?"
Her back was to him. She whispered, "I'm scared."
"So am I." He was not talking clearly. Like his words had lodged in his throat. He said, "If you don't want to, okay. But maybe it would be easier. I mean, if we got used to each other-naked."
She did not know why she was so upset. She had always wanted this.
She said, forcing herself, "All right." She grabbed her t-shirt bottom and peeled off the garment, mussing her hair. She reached to the dresser for a comb without turning toward him. She raked out her, bangs and tossed the comb back at the dresser. It missed, clattered on the floor. She unfastened the waist of her skirt and dropped it.
Nude, blushing furiously, she felt his hand touch her arm, turning her. Facing him, she glimpsed his sun-tanned chest, then the white patch at his loins. From his dark ruff of pubic hair protruded the huge, livid curve of his cock. Between his thighs dangled a long, thin, pinkish sac, wide at the bottom, lopsided because one testicle hung higher than the other.
His genitals were so immense, out of proportion to his slim body!
He drew her to him. Her nipples touched his chest and his cockhead burned her belly. She was shaking with fear but she managed to raise a hand to his prick and squeeze it.
The head was surprisingly soft, velvety, a sort of thick sponginess. She indented it deeply before arriving at the boniness within.
She whispered, "Do other boys have such big-pricks?"
Saying the word prick felt funny, like spitting it off her tongue, but once it was gone she felt relieved.
He said, "I suppose it's normal size." He seemed undisturbed by the word.
She suddenly realized that she had used it many times before him, had once shouted that he was a stubborn prick. But that had meant something different.
He whispered, "Listen, could I feel your-pussy? I mean, all this is so new, I don't know, maybe I'll get used to it."
"All right," she said.
She watched him finger her pubic bush, like examining the texture of the hair. He stroked from the centerline crest on her mound out through thinning curls to the single wisps on the sides of the protruding plumpness. He pressed the cushion of flesh, testing its resiliency.
She whispered, "That's just a pad, like. Not very sexy. Everything is down underneath, between my legs."
He fingered her lip hair. Watching his lean, strong hand move in to cup her pussy, Lily thought, A boy's hand is really between my legs and I'm holding this enormous thing of his, and I can hardly breathe. Still, this is Sonny and I trust him, His fingers trembled on her plump cunt lips. Was he as nervous as she?
His finger slipped in between. It moved about, stirring the lips. She held her breath. He touched her clitoris. She gasped as the pressure fired a hot little spark into her belly. Then he explored her slit.
He whispered, "You're open. Is that how it gets?"
She was equally surprised. At first each side of his finger had touched a lip. Now it was lost between them. And his fingertip slid easily, like her slit was oily.
He nudged tentatively at her hole. She gasped with surprise as a funny fluttering undulated down her vagina.
She laid the flat of her hand under his cock and rubbed it. She plucked at the tight skin. She slid her hand down to the soft, thin scrotum. It felt like stretchy rubber. She weighed his testicles.
Then her knees became rubbery. She leaned against him, an arm about his waist.. She fisted his cock and hung on.
His finger probed her cunt, and she kneaded his bony prick, both of them breathing hard. Her whole belly was quivering with excitement and her nipples burned against his chest and her mouth remained dry no matter how hard she licked her lips.
He whispered, "Lily, do you want to-I mean, on the bed?"
She nodded against his shoulder.
He had not said fuck, but when Lily sat on the bed and felt the pile of little pillows behind her she amazed herself by instinctively spreading her legs wide, exposing her open cunt.
He hung over her. "Lily, should I-do it?"
She could not meet his gaze. She looked down at her thighs, angled outward from her muff. She reached up, touched his arms, drew him in between her legs. He knelt. She grasped the shank of his cock to steer it. His scrotum hung softly against her hand.
She was breathing hard, her chest heaving, drawing her breasts up high, bracketing her view of their genitals, then thrusting away.
At last the soft sheathing of his knob touched her split. She rubbed the spongy bulk up and down her drooling gash. It moved more slickly on each stroke. Then she lodged it in the portals of her hole. It felt like an apple poked into a kitchen funnel, its progress stopped.
"Lily, what should I do?"
"I don't know. Wait. Hold still. It feels too big."
"Is it in?"
His cock gave a twitch. And it was in, the head buried. She gasped. It was inside her, the bulk of his knob choking her opening. Her cunt came to life, hot waves rippling down to gather at the stretched mouth, suddenly squeezing the intruder.
It was not in deep enough. Her spasm popped it right out.
He cried, "What happened?"
"My sphincter grabbed too soon."
"Your what?"
Apparently he did not know she had one. His ignorance made her giggle, and that relaxed her.
She again seated the puffed arrowhead shape in her slippery inner lips. She whispered, "Push a little."
The head wedged in. She squirmed, adjusting to it. Her hole quivered on the plump knob that slowly, inexorably, advanced. She craned her neck to see. Sonny's torso was still raised up and she could actually see the coral ring of her cunt mouth stretched by his enormous cock.
She still clutched it. The softness of his scrotum hung against her knuckles. Her cunt gulped sucking at the piercing knob. Her dewy lip hair was closing on his shortening shaft.
She released his prick and fell back, breathing hard as the throbbing meat curved up into her body. Sonny's torso lowered. His slowly settling weight squeezed the long cock up her cunt. Lily drew her knees back and wide apart, straightening her hole.
His loins pressed her pubic mound.
She grasped his shoulders and clung, too amazed at what had happened to evaluate it, thinking, I have his cock in me, I'm a woman now, my legs are spread, my pussy's drooling, and it's beautiful, that hard prick inside me.
Then all her thoughts were swept away by a violent turmoil seething about his cock.
She whispered, "Move a little."
He jogged inside her.
The turmoil became a storm. Her face burned. Her hips wrenched and her cunt sucked the long cylinder of meat.
She was coming!
Flames filled her vision. He drove into her, hard. His scrotum slapped her ass.
That set her off.
"Sonny, I'm coming. I'M COMING!" she cried.
Sonny could not believe that he was lying on Lily's naked body, squashing the twin cushions of her tits, his cock pronged into her steaming, jellied cunt.
Before he had a chance to get used to it she began jerking, twisting, writhing, tossing. Her face was red and her upper lip beaded with sweat.
"My cunt," she choked. "It's all slippery and twisted up!"
"What should I do?"
"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"
He began pumping. Her cunt had sucked in, hermetically sealed, entirely full and squeezing his rod.
Her heels dug into his spine.
She arched up against him, thrusting violently. He did his best to meet her heaves but her movements were erratic.
Then she wailed, "Sonny! There! I'm coming! It's up my cunt, Sonny! Agghh! Oh-hhhh!"
With that she collapsed.
Her legs dropped from his back. Her arm grip eased, her hands sliding down his shoulders, falling limply to the bed.
He raised up to look down at their joined crotches, at their merged pubic hair, to make sure this was really happening.
He saw his cock, all slimy, lift out of Lily's furry cunt. It moved quite easily now. Like he had the knack of it. He watched himself raise out and then horn back in.
He whispered, "Lily, gosh, you know, I'm really fucking you!"
She smiled, kind of lopsided. "You dumb prick."
"Why do you say that? Are you mad at me? Don't you like me?"
She drew him down and kissed his cheek.. "I wouldn't let anybody else fuck me."
"Lily, did you ever, before this-"
"Just candles. But they're smaller than your cock."
"Candles?"
"Oh, you dumb prick!" But she was hugging him and again she crossed her legs on his back and arched up, impaling herself on his rod. He got, the idea that dumb prick meant she loved him but before the idea could really sink in something happened to his cock, like it had grown to double size and stiffened to an iron pry bar. He was sweeping in and out of her, long, rushing strokes, and his scrotum felt a foot long, a pendulum whacking her ass.
She whispered, her voice calm, "You're coming, Sonny."
He choked, "But you-you already did. What should I do?"
"You're doing it. Just shoot it into me. I'll go over the top again. With you."
His muscles drew out twangingly tight. His movements were becoming mechanical, stiff, as though he were a machine controlled by something other than his mind.
Lily lipped up to meet his thrusts. Her cunt seemed to gulp at his meat. There was a subdued violence to her movements, a hard rhythm and yet it was all sloshy.
His cockhead escaped her cunt. Cool air struck it. He jabbed, missed, slid up her split. Frantically he thrust a hand down between their bodies to finger it back in. He was jerking so hard that he stabbed her satiny thigh, then her muff, before he found her hole. But once the head was in, it whooshed right up the curve of her vagina.
She whimpered, "My belly is swollen. It's going to bust."
He was burning all over. He raised off, banged it in hard. Then he began fucking in and out so fast that it became a blur.
His cock had lengthened, a yard-long stiff curve sludging in and out of her.
He was violently, visually aware of his hidden prick. He could imagine every contour, the flattish stem, the bulging veins at the sides, the flaring arrowhead plunging into her convulsing hole. The rest of his body was just a propellant. His sole being was that enormous cock burying itself in Lily's split.
He was aware of her sucking, boiling cunt, and yet not at all. He was a living, rampant, throbbing cock trying to blow his end off. Balls each weighing ten pounds slapped Lily's ass. Jesus, his scrotum was a foot long! When he jerked back his nuts flew up to his ass, then flailed down, whipping her pearly buttocks.
They exploded.
He was howling. He felt two limber pencils uncoil from his balls, sort of like spaghetti, not liquid at all, joining inside his cock, trying to squeeze out. They could not pass the head. It hurt. He was fucking violently but they would not go.
It burst. Not a pencil, not spaghetti. Gobs flying, a streamer of gobs clinging together as they flew into Lily's cunt.
She shrieked, "Coming, coming, Sonny! My cunt is coming on your cock! Shoot it into me!"
He still roared. More blobs burst from him. He mouthed Lily's lips. She sucked the tongue right out of his mouth.
She bridged her back and whacked against him.
He sawed in and out of her, delivering more, spurting until something drooled out of her cunt and wet his balls, her juice or his jism, he did not know which, only knew that she was overflowing.
He groaned loudly as the last spewing release triggered his collapse.
They lay facing on the bed, her head on his arm. She was smiling.
He whispered, "Did you-like it?"
She turned her head and nibbled his shoulder. She bit rather hard.
He asked, "Don't you want to talk about it?"
"I don't mind. I was thinking, I never thought your big cock would fit into me. My cunt is more roomy than I figured. After that it was easy. I came twice. Did you know I came twice?"
"I couldn't miss it."
At that moment the phone rang.
Lily raised her head, listening. The ringing persisted. She climbed over him and hurried out toward the hall.
He watched her bobbing white asscheeks disappear through the doorway..
It had all been so crazy, wild, explosive, that he hardly knew what had happened. Lily seemed calm, contented. But he was all loose ends and tangles.
He heard her talking on the phone. Shortly she returned. She picked up the comb she had dropped on the floor and stood by the dresser combing out her bangs, her titties jiggling. Her crotch hair was all wet and glistening. Between the vertical hair furrows he could see her delicate inner lips.
"It was Daddy," she said. "He's coming home early, in about two hours, to haul those last petunias to the Circle Market."
She spoke softly, and her pose, a hip shot out, completely at ease despite her nudity, put heart into him. He grinned with pleasure.
Done combing her hair, she glanced down at her pussy. He saw her impish look, a sudden grin, a flash of her eyes. She began combing her pubic hair downward. She bowed her legs and combed the lip furrows apart until those slim, glossy pink inner lips were fully exposed, standing out like rose petals.
Her cunt hair now mimicked her bangs. Sonny laughed.
She dropped the comb on the dresser and came and jumped on him. They rolled on the bed, giggling, hugging each other's hot, naked flesh.
Pausing, Lily said, "I'm all gooky. Feel my crotch." She seized his hand and thrust it in between her legs.
Her inner thighs and lip hair were slippery with cunt juice and jism.
He asked, "Do you want to clean up?"
"God, no. I love it." She curled an arm about his neck and kissed him. Then she lay back smiling up at him, her dark eyes glowing. "Sonny, are you going to take me to the movies tonight?"
He nodded.
"In the movies, kiss me. So everybody sees. I want them to know. Okay?"
She made him feel awfully good.
Her hand sneaked in between his thighs and cupped his balls against his limp cock.
He gazed at her breasts, milky cones sloping toward him. He stroked them, drawing fingertip circles about the nipples.
She whispered, "Suck my titties?"
He bent down and licked each firm point, then drew one into his mouth.
Lily's hand squeezed his wadded cock and balls. He feasted on her titties, licking circles around the nips, suckering onto them, pulling, then yawning and trying to swallow an entire, soft, plump, luscious cone. He fisted it, hardening the flesh, nibbled and sucked.
Lily moaned, "Oh-h, Sonny, that's so good!" Her hips squirmed about and her legs scissored, rubbing each other.
He teased her tit ends with soft, wet kisses.
She said, "Your cock is growing."
He glanced down and saw the head protruding from her fist. As he watched, she kneaded and tugged it. The stem was fattening. She gave it a slow, squeezing, jerk-off action.
He was amazed at the eager growth so soon after he had come.
He said, "Gosh, it's getting up. Do you want me to fuck you again?"
"You silly ass, why do you think I'm pulling it?"
He grinned and raised, climbing over her leg. As he did this Lily's thighs spread slowly, like lightly gilded white wings. He gazed at her pussy, the wet-matted hair and the ovaled lips exposing the pink length of her slit, the raised, slim inner labia, the darkness of her hole. She pulled at her knees, turning up her buttocks, showing her asshole pucker in its whorl of dark hairs.
He looked up her belly to the conical rise of her pretty tits, then to the dark eyes smiling at him.
"Come on," she whispered.
"It's not quite hard."
"Let it harden inside me." She grasped it. He levered forward. She squeezed his limber cock against the vertical trough of her cunt, lubricating the length of it. She nipped the head down into the mouth of her vagina. He pushed. It was not yet rigid but it slid in. Her fingers walked up it, drawing inward, forcing cock into her hole.
He lowered, rested on his forearms, his chest touching her nipples. His cock sort of uncoiled then, and slid up her cunt.
Lily giggled. "It just shot right into me!" She wrapped her arms about his shoulders. He felt her heels press his buttocks. Her mouth sought his. As they kissed his prick filled out and became solidly implanted in her belly.
Her cunt pulled at him, squeezing quirkily at his stem.
He said, "There, is that your, what you call it, sphincter?"
She laughed. "You're learning, you stupid prick. Did you think that all I've got in my crotch is a hole? Here, feel this."
A soft, wet gulping washed his cock, sort of sucking it.
He grinned. "I guess because girls haven't anything that shows, guys think they're just splits to stick it into."
Lily's response was a stronger cunt sucking. Her heels dug into his ass, nudging him in deeper. A rocking movement, began, a rhythmic heaving. Ending each roll, Lily said, "Oh-h, good!"
He felt calm, aware of every curve and dimple of her body, of her titties forever changing form under his movements, of her hot belly, of his loins weighing on her mound. She had called it a cushion. It was also the fulcrum on which they balanced. He lengthened his strokes, delighting in the squishy way his cock sludged up her curved vagina. His loins slipped into the moist spread of her cunt lips, flattening them.
She mouthed his ear and whispered, "I won't call you a dumb prick any more. Instead, I'll say darling.
He chuckled. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, knowing that he loved Lily. He had been a dumb prick for not having done this long ago.
"Darling," he whispered.
Her hips had begun wrenching through short arcs each time he shoved in. The suction was much stronger, the pull of his hot cock a delicious caress. He surrendered to this sweet gulping. He gave her vigorous but unhurried thrusts. to work on. He lost track of time and place. Her father was supposed to come home in two hours. Even if they fucked that long and got caught at it, he would not care.
She said, "Put your hands under my behind. Hold me up."
She arched. He slid his hands down and clutched her plump buttocks. She gave a grunt of satisfaction as he lifted her, snuggling firmly into her crotch.
Gosh, his prick seemed to penetrate a yard this way.
Lily squirmed on the length impaling her.
She choked, "Darling, I'm starting to come. Shoot off in me, huh?"
"Lily, I'm in no hurry."
Her arms vised on his shoulders. "But honey, I want it. Just fuck me so hard that you come. Shoot my cunt full of your jism. Huh?"
Bowed over her, as though lifting a great weight, he hipped in, bucking high, smacking loudly in her open spilt, giving longer strokes, his scrotum flying and thumping her ass.
"Aggh!" she cried. "Sonny, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
His cock was an iron immensity whipping in and out, as big as his Forearm and fist, driving into her sucking hole, emerging to cooling air, and then, as he grunted, plunging in full length.
Her feet were braced on his back. She had arched up and was hip-jerking wildly, crushing her twat lips on his loins.
He gave a shout of joy as he slammed in. His glee, his love for Lily, were too much to express. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue to her throat.
He rooted frenziedly in her cunt.
He began flying then. His body whipped like spring steel, smashing the tremendous bulk of his cock into her.
He went rigid. Lily shrieked and stopped dead for a split second while his balls climbed up into his cock and squirmed through. He lunged and his nuts shot off, spewing into her.
She whacked at him, her cunt milking in uncontrolled, gulping seizures.
His second shot seemed to blow holes in her. She collapsed.
He cried, "I've got more! Lily, are you over the top?"
"I'm over two tops," she panted. "Honey, I'm coming again. Give me the rest of it."
He slammed in. Lily screeched and hammered at him and clawed his back. Her hips were swinging through huge circles, winding up until they exploded in voracious cunt gulps sucking his semen.
His testicles were empty but he fucked on, driving Lily over yet another peak of orgasm.