The magick at work, he mused.
Kira was once again caught unprepared. Not by the beautiful member Sir had revealed to her, but by the subtle energetics of Sir’s strong presence and his audacious expectations. She could not say no to the vision he had shared; she knew that much already. She could not resist what he described. Though she didn’t understand why, pleasing him was something she was bound to do.
Her mouth clamped down over not just this man’s cock but something symbolic. The shaft, glans and foreskin of this one man, her future formal Sir, somehow represented all the others — from her earliest pleasure-days to the far future. In a sort of ritual dance, her mouth began an upwards, downwards motion that she knew must be tens of thousands of years old. She paused to suckle the head here, tickle the foreskin there. She pushed back her throat’s reflexive barrier and took the cock down deep, all the way to his belly, till the head was like a massive goldfish poised for swallowing… …then reemerging alongside spittle and coughing and watery eyes while she breathed. …To be sucked down deeper and held there while her throat stroked the side-skin as if it was her hands demanding his cum… But not yet… Fingers needed to work the shaft, tug and twist the foreskin; tongue needed to flay the head; lips needed to lick and suck and lubricate so throat could once again open wide and be split apart in a lunging, back-and-forth passion. The symbolism that had come into her head made her dizzy, just as the building pressure in her loins was making her swoon.
This was the forever cock.
At last. She would fall over dead before giving it up. No matter what he demanded from her.
Her skill was as mighty as her beauty. She could feel him begin to pulse, ready to spill. But Sir took her long hair in his hand and pulled away from the greedy mouth.
‘I’m going to fuck your pussy now,’ he insisted. He let go of her hair and pulled off the narrow-striped jacket he was wearing.
‘You promise, William?’ she replied with a smile, breathless and flushed. Little waves of pre-orgasmic bliss were flexing inside her. She felt a thin sweat on her neck and shoulders. ‘You promise to fuck me here, on the grass? With all these people around?’
‘I’m going to fuck you till you cum. Not just once but many times. Each time you cum for me, Kira, you bind yourself to me more deeply, permanently. As if you were being stitched to my flesh. Have you got that image?’
Kira hesitated. Stitched to his flesh? What was he doing, really? Was this some kind of spell?
‘Are you ready?’ he challenged her, holding his hard cock like a missile.
‘I shout and scream when I cum, William. You make me into some kind of bestial fuck girl, I’m warning you, I’ve got no limits; I can go forever. Give me your cock. I’ve wanted it inside me for weeks and days and hours. Since we first met! Now you’ve stripped me naked, fucked my face. So slide inside my cunt, I gladly give it to you. I will be a hurricane of cumming if you are as good as you seem. Are you ready?’
She spread her legs wide in the half dark of the wooded grove. The pussy lips were thick with foam. Cream. Pre-cum. She spread them apart. ‘Come inside here, Sir. Cum inside here.’
‘I’m not going to cum in you, Kira. Not this time. You’re here to cum for me. Make it as loud as you like, it won’t matter who hears. I’m not going to stop till you’ve had more than enough, and I will decide when that is. Whether someone watches or not? By now you know it doesn’t matter to me. The only thing that matters is that you cum. For me. Because of me. My working your sweet pussy.’
He sat beside her on the polished wooden bench, pulling her onto his lap so she straddled him, her knees on the wooden planks. He pulled at her hips, pushing the cock so deep she cringed and tried to pull back. His hands gripped tightly and held her fast.
She laced her fingers around his neck. She fucked him. Rode him. Moving her hips and sliding her wet sex up and down his great length slop, slop, slop, slop till the already burning fuse inside her touched the primary charge. It only took seconds. She burst apart, shouting…
‘HAA…aahh…AHHH!’
Cum sprayed in every direction. Wave after wave of it gushed out and flew through the air.
‘HAAHHHaaa…’ she cried out as another wave hit. What was this cock doing to her?
Flock, flock, flock… Sir’s cock kept going, urging her hips up and down. Faster… Faster…
Off in the distance the baseball crowd was cheering…
‘AHHHH-Huuuh…’ Kira shouted, cumming again. ‘Ugggg…AHuggg..ahuggg,… Girl juice exploded wide again coating the grass and dripping from nearby dangling maple leaves.
‘…HA…AAA!!!’ Another wave hit.
Flock, flock, flock… Sir continued…
Then pulled back the cock!
He paused, teased her G-spot with the head, ran the shaft across her slick clit, lips glued to a breast… suucckkking the nipples… …milking them, if they had been producing, arms wrapped around her like a vise.
‘HAAAA!,’ Kira screamed, bucking in place. ‘AH… ah… AH… ahhh… uuuugggghhh….’
The guttural cry caused her to let go of Sir’s neck. She leaned back pulling them both to the ground, him scrambling to hold on. They rolled down the hillock onto flat grassy earth. There, lying between her splayed legs, he drove into her again, pressing her hips into the moist lakeside soil with his full body weight while the swollen member peeled apart oil-slick labia beneath him.
Flock, flock, flock, flock… Testicles slapped against Kira’s swollen chasm.
The sound of aluminum against cowhide. The nearby crowd roaring for more.
Kira raised up and bit into Sir’s shoulder, teeth ripping at his starched white shirt. ‘I’m yours, I’m yours!’ she called out. ‘You have nothing to prove! My life is yours, do with me what you will, OOOhhh…’ she threw back her head cumming again. ‘So long as I have you and this.’ …She gripped his sleeves… ‘baahkkk… crufftt… jeSUSss…’ she croaked. Thick shimmery cum slathered the loam.
She let go of him. She lay back on the grass. She tried to wriggle away.
Sir lowered his full weight and pinned her to the ground. They breathed together. He bit down on a rock hard nipple. His cock pulsed… Kira slapped at him writhing back and forth, spitting expletives, cumming again!
‘Fucking fuck godDAMN, Sirrr… William…’
He picked up the pace again. His member plunged deep, causing her to cry OUT again…
Was it pain? Ecstasy? Adoration? Submission? …Her body roiled and bucked… The cock slipped out…
Even empty her pussy was pulsing…pulsing…pulsing… little orgasms made her elbows burn and her eyes see stars. She shivered all over before curling into a fetal ball. There in the loamy grass, naked, Kira felt consciousness leaving her.
Sir raised up and aimed his cock. He stroked its slippy-slick oiled shaft till it jetted sperm… all across her coiled body. Onto a thigh, hips, an arm, across a cheek, into the long dark hair that now carried leaves. Still wearing slacks and shirt, wrinkled now, grass stains on his knees, he sat back on his heels and puffed.