Pussy Destroyer Part 4

Pussy Destroyer Part 4 by Lou Bealy
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Tiffany noticed how strange the atmosphere had become at school. The student center was devoid of any girls. She figured she knew why; they were too embarrassed to hang around near the boys. Just like her, they had the shameful secret of a stretched out windsock of a pussy that was constantly leaking. The girl’s bathroom had become much more of a busy place, and there were never enough pads. The dispensers were always out. Girls were constantly asking each other if they had extra pads, disappearing in the middle of class to change them and their underwear, and none of these girls were paying the least bit of attention in class. The bathrooms all stank horribly of wet snatch all of the time now. The gross sounds of girls queefing had become so regular that people hardly reacted to it anymore.

Her concentration level had continued to plummet. She didn’t even remember the last assignment she had turned in. She was supposed to study for her SATs because she was taking the test soon but that didn’t even seem remotely important compared to her constant need to be filled, to be satisfied by a man stretching her open, the way that Hank had. She would never feel what he made her feel ever again, she dejectedly concluded. But maybe she could get close. Or at least fantasize about it while some guy was plowing her asshole, or facefucking her. She told herself that she wasn’t totally worthless now. She had tits, she had a mouth and an asshole, after all.

All the guys in school had begun to notice and she knew that some of them were getting lucky with Hank’s leftovers. Well, she wasn’t sure they were all that lucky, knowing what kind of sex they would be relegated too. But then again, they may be all getting assfucked, just like her. She couldn’t bear to have her reputation around the school get any worse, not to mention showing guys that she would have to see at school what a disaster she had between her legs. So she mainly stuck to randos on tinder, to avoid the shame and the judgment. Other girls were easy pickings for the guys. They didn’t even go on “dates”. The guys were bragging to each other (and even to her) about how quickly they got these girls in the sack. They sure weren’t bragging about how good the sex was, though. At least not that she had heard. The faculty had definitely begun to catch on, too. They were beginning to monitor the bathrooms all the time.

She did notice Kayla in the student center, though. Her beautiful blue eyes were wide open like she was watching for something. Kayla made eye contact with Tiffany but quickly looked away when she saw Tiffany smiling back at her. Tiffany watched her, curious to see if she was waiting for what Kayla thought she was waiting for. And sure enough, she must have spotted it because her eyes went wide and she immediately began walking towards one of the entrances. Tiffany followed her gaze to see Hank walking in, with his characteristic smug look on his face and a swagger to his step. She smiled as she watched him. She couldn’t help it. Despite basically ignoring her since he had ruined her pussy. 
Tiffany saw Kayla try to get his attention, but he just walked on by her. Her eyes went wide in shock, wondering why he would avoid his childhood crush. Kayla seemed to have the same reaction, utter disbelief. She had no idea why he wouldn’t want to give her the same treatment he had given so many other girls by this point. She would find out, though.

* * *

Hank had wondered if he would have the strength to resist Kayla, but he had. He wanted her for as long as he could remember. Now that she was asking him what he was up to after class, and he was sure that he knew what she wanted. He had heard it so many times at this point. He didn’t have to see the look in her eyes, the desire apparent when she looked down at his bulging crotch to know what was on her mind.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do to her what he had already done to dozens of girls. He knew what the result would be. He wouldn’t just permanently ruin her pussy forever, but he would ruin her life. He saw what had happened to all these girls, how they had become voracious sluts; how they didn’t seem to care about anything else but carnal pleasure as their lives fell apart. Now that she had probably seen the picture of his cock, she couldn’t get it out of her head, just like all the other girls who had gone as far as to tell him that much. He couldn’t let her sink to that level, become a slut like all of the others. He still held her up on a pedestal in his mind. It took all his willpower to do it, but he walked by her and hurried to class before she made it even harder. She looked shocked that he wouldn’t even talk to her, and he felt a twinge of guilt. But that dissipated when he remembered the last time they were together when she crushed his heart. She deserved to be thrown away like she didn’t matter like she had done to him. That was the worse he could be on her. If him ignoring her and losing her friendship forever was the price for protecting her, he was willing to do it.

As soon as he got to class, his teacher handed him a note that said he was being pulled from class. Hank didn’t understand why he called down to the vice principal’s office. He didn’t remember doing anything that would make him show up on Mrs. Juno’s radar. She was a notorious hardass and no one wanted to be on her bad side.

He arrived to see the older, but still attractive blonde with a slim body covered by a plain black dress and looking at him from behind her desk with a mix of disgust and hunger in her bright green eyes. Her office was in one of those blank rooms with no windows, where they would interrogate kids to get easy confessions out of them. It was designed to be oppressive and uncomfortable. He had never had any reason to be put in this room before since he had generally followed all the rules. But he wasn’t fazed by it at all. He nonchalantly took a seat and leaned back with his hands behind his head and a smile on his face. 

“Wipe that smug look off of your face, young man.” she said, trying to sound intimidating. But there was a hint of nervousness in her voice that he picked up on right away.

“Are you going to tell me why I am here, or just going to flex?” he taunted, his grin stretching across his face.

She made a “Hmph!” noise and stood up from her chair with enough force to send it rolling into the wall behind her with a loud slam. “I just caught Melanie Blair and Jeffery Cox in the bathroom having sex!” she bellowed, stomping around the desk to get closer, seemingly in an attempt to be intimidating. Her anger seemed over the top to him, almost forced. Perhaps to cover up for what she was really feeling...

“And what does that have to do with me, Mrs. Juno?” he asked, remaining calm and not stirring in his chair. He knew full well what he had done to Melanie, one of his early conquests, but he certainly wasn’t going to admit it.

“Well,” she huffed. “As I was questioning them as to why they would both be so brazen, Melanie told me how after being with you, she was insatiable and couldn’t think of anything except sex. That it was somehow your fault. Jeffery said that he had heard rumors to the same effect.”

“That’s absurd.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “How could it possibly be my fault?” 

“That’s what I said, and then she...” Her voice started stern but became quiet, almost timid. All of her bluster had disappeared as she said it. “She showed me a lewd picture on her phone. She said that it had been passed around to basically the whole class.” she was becoming more timid by the second. 

“What exactly did she show you, Mrs. Juno?” He asked in a cocky tone, still comfortably leaning back in his chair.

“It.” she said, her eyes falling to his crotch. She saw the bulge his barely contained cock was making in his pants and involuntarily licked her lips.

“Oh, I see.” He replied, standing up. 

She reflexively backed away from him before stopping and seemingly steeled herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again they went right back to his crotch. He got close to her and she turned her head away from him, with her eyes still closed.

He eyeballed her wedding ring. “What would your husband think about you lusting after a student? What would the rest of the faculty think?”

Her eyes popped open in shock, seemingly that he would even ask such a question but she couldn’t seem to find her words. After a moment, she was able to speak. “I- what are you talking about?” she stammered.

“I see how you are looking at me, Mrs. Juno. You’re wondering if it could be true that I possess such a monster.” He stepped closer to her, and she didn’t move. “You want me to see it for yourself, don’t you?” he whispered.

“No…” she whispered back, shaking her head. “I would never…”

“Of course you would.” he taunted. “You’re just like all the rest. A slut waiting to come out of her shell.” He stepped closer to her, truly invading her personal space, but she didn’t move. He was close enough to where she couldn’t get a view of his crotch anymore, so she closed her eyes and began to breathe more rapidly.

“How dare you…” Mrs. Juno puffed herself up a little with some fake bravado, but it again evaporated when she saw him pull his jeans down and reveal his growing cock. She gasped as the large head, still covered by his foreskin came into view. It had a drop of precum forming at the tip. As he pulled his pants down, more and more cock flesh was revealed, clearly stunning her by its sheer size and girth. It pulsed with his heartbeat, quickly growing to its full size of easily over a foot long. Her went wide as his pants hit the floor. She was smitten by the sight of his impressive manhood and utterly speechless.

“What’s your first name?” he asked softly, reaching out to grab her left hand and finger her wedding ring, spinning it on her finger.

“K-Katherine.” she replied, trembling. There had been a grain of fear about an adult finding out what he had been up to, but she was powerless to resist him, just like all the others.

“Kat- I’m going to call you Kat- turn around.” he commanded, letting go of her hand. She slowly turned to face her desk, whimpering softly. Now that his impressive cock was out of her sight, she looked down at her wedding ring on her finger and spun it around her finger, just like Hank had.

“Bend over, Kat.” He said in her ear, and she automatically complied before she even thought about what she was doing.” She felt him reach up her dress between her legs. First, he cupped her crotch, which she noticed was soaking wet.

“You see? You want this.” He laughed in her ear. “You want me to take you, conquer you, don’t you Kat?” She felt his hand slide back down, pulling her soaked panties down. He then hiked up her dress so her now naked ass was hanging out, and she couldn’t really move aside from waddling even if she wanted to because her panties were only halfway down. “You want me to make a slut out of you.” he shoved her down onto the desk, with her small but shapely ass pointing up. He admired her half-naked body for a moment, thinking that she must work out to stay in such good shape.

“No…” she whispered but remained motionless. He aimed the head of his massive cock between her inner pussy lips and began to slide the tip around the outside of her wet hole. He rolled back his foreskin, exposing the head to the air, and wetting it with her juices.

“You’re free to leave at any time. Give me detention for groping you and exposing myself, if you want. Or just escape before it is too late. Run, little Kat.” he taunted while continuing to rub the thick swollen purple head of his cock on her labia, making her squirm and moan. “I didn’t think so.” he concluded before grabbing her hip with his left arm and held his cock in place with the right, aiming it at the entrance of her waiting hole. “Oh man, I wonder what your husband will say when he finds out…” he snorted before beginning to press his cock into her.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the huge cock stretching her open. She was extremely wet already so there wasn’t much friction, just tight resistance. A low moan escaped her throat as he applied more pressure and continued to sink deeper inside her.

“He wouldn’t… I would never tell…” she gasped, unable to finish her thought as more and more of his huge cock pushed its way inside her. She gripped the end of the desk and held on tight. “Oh shit!” She arched her back, creating a better angle for him to fit more of his cock inside her.

“You won’t have to tell him. He’ll know.” Hank taunted. “And he’ll probably leave you because he doesn’t know the depraved slut that you really are.” He was about three-quarters of the way in and pulled back to push in again, stretching her and getting his cock more lubed up with her juices, which allowed him to sink the rest of the way into her until he hit her cervix. “Just like everyone will know if someone decides to visit your office.” He taunted. “They’ll walk right in and see you and a student fucking.”

She lost her grip and collapsed on the desk, shoving much of its contents onto the floor as she lay flat upon it. She groaned as he began to pick up speed. She just moaned and squealed an occasional “Oh god!”

“I may be expelled, but your career would be over. You might even go to jail.” he said cruelly, truly enjoying having a former authority figure at his mercy.

Unlike the girls his age that he had fucked, she was able to accommodate him much faster. She probably had kids, he thought. He didn’t really care, even her older and more “experienced” pussy was still nice and tight for him. For a little bit longer, at least. It was already beginning to stretch even wider, her lips seemingly growing before his eyes. The idea of her husband seeing her roast beef lips between her legs was an amusing one, hot even.

He felt her tremble and she cried out, “Ah, fuck!” as her pussy began to pulse squeeze his cock. Her orgasm quickly passed and she was already moaning like another was coming.

“You don’t even care if anyone hears, do you? You are such a slut.” He punctuated his sentence with a hard thrust where he buried himself inside her. She cried out and thrashed, knocking more items from her desk as she convulsed. She couldn’t reply. He slapped her ass, making a loud “smack” that had to be heard outside the office. Just for good measure, because he could.

After hammering her a little longer and getting her to orgasm a few more times, he was getting bored. The novelty of doing to a faculty member what he had done to the rest of the girls was wearing off. He decided it was time to cum. He grabbed her toned ass with both hands and increased his pace while shortening his strokes to maximize stimulation until he exploded inside of her, triggering one final orgasm for as well. Maybe her last, he mused to himself as he came down from the high.

He quickly cleaned up, wiping off his dick on the inside of her dress before turning to swiftly leave. As he turned the corner, he looked back for a moment and watched her slowly begin to collect herself, still whimpering softly.

* * *

Tiffany walked into class, dejected. She wondered why she was even bothering to continue to go to school. What did it matter? She wasn’t learning anything. She wasn’t doing well enough to graduate in the spring, that’s for sure. She couldn’t stand the idea of being in this building for another year, just waiting day after day for the bell to ring so she could go and find a guy to fuck her raw. Nothing else seemed to matter at all, and she didn’t even care anymore. The only thing that had kept her going was the knowledge that her coven’s meeting held some hope of salvation, that they could undo what she had done to herself and she could maybe get her old life back. Now she knew that there was no escape for her.

They had explained to her how her enhancement spell probably awakened whatever latent magic was in him to begin with. That was how he was able to have such a dramatic effect on all the girls because that was his deepest desire, and he was using all of his newfound magic to enact it. And sharing arcane knowledge or in any way assisting a man with magic was forbidden in the coven, so they summarily cast her out like she didn’t matter. They said he was her problem now, and they wanted nothing to do with him or her. It didn’t even hurt as much as she thought it would. She was becoming numb to the feelings of despair and depression that ruled her life for weeks now.

At least she didn’t have to worry about being embarrassed anymore. So many girls were already known as turbo sluts with used up pussies that even if she was found out as one of those freaks, she would have a lot of company. She had swallowed her pride days ago and gotten adult diapers to absorb the copious wetness, having completely given up on pads, since she went through a whole pack a day. They were sold out at the couple of supermarkets in town, anyway. She had been mortified at the idea of anyone finding out that she was waddling around with a diaper hidden under her dress until she heard the suspicious crinkling sound as another girl walked by her in the hall. That gave her some comfort since she evidently wasn’t the only one who had made that choice. They may have even seen the sense in it before she did, she thought. The only problem was the way the diaper rubbed against her distended pussy lips. It made the constant arousal even more unbearable, but at least the added wetness would be contained.

She walked by Mrs. Juno’s office on the way to class and noticed her bringing in a male student as another one left her office. Her face did not display her usual scowl, but instead a look of hunger and lust as she led the boy in by his hand. The last boy that walked out looked sweaty and disheveled, just like she did. Her dress was askew and riding up enough to show some serious leg that she would have yelled at a girl about before. Any remaining mystery as to what was happening was dispelled when she got a strong whiff of the pungent smell of sex as she walked by.

This seemed to be part of the overall trend at school. Order had begun to totally break down. The girls who actually showed up for school were disappearing during class to change their soaked through underwear or to get fucked in the bathroom. There wasn’t even a risk of getting caught at this point. The female faculty members, at least the halfway attractive ones, had seemingly suffered the same fate as the female students. They couldn’t be bothered to do any real teaching, and that was when they were actually in one of the classrooms that always smelled of sex. They too were leaving their class at random times, heading to the bathroom to hide their shame or maybe get laid. Security didn’t even bother checking the bathrooms anymore, or else they were already in there and waiting for the next girl to throw themselves at their feet, needing a good dicking in what resembled a roast beef sandwich between their legs. The teachers that did actually try and teach had all but given up on trying to control their classes. Hardly anyone was participating, and half the class would be gone at any given time.

Her only motivation at this point, aside from finding a guy to fuck after school, was to see Kayla ruined like all the others. It was the whole reason she had started this in the first place, to get back at the girls in their class for branding her a slut, but especially Kayla and Denise. She waited in the student center after class, resisting the urge to simply leave and get on tinder when she got home. But before long she was elated to see that Kayla had found Hank to confront him again, her angry expression said as much. Tiffany just tried to get close enough to hear their discussion without being noticed.

* * *

“Hank!” He heard from behind him and turned around to see Kayla standing there with a grimace on her face. Despite that, she was still quite striking in her tight leggings and top that displayed her nice cleavage. He was pretty sure he knew what she would look like naked now since he had seen Denise naked from about every angle.

He sighed and turned around. “What? I’m busy, Kayla.” he said in an annoyed tone. “You should stay away from me if you know what is good for you.” He had been avoiding her since she first approached him, hoping he could avoid the temptation that ruining her represented.

She paused, seemingly conflicted. “Look, I just want to talk.”

“About what? About how you crushed my heart?” he asked, his voice becoming pained. He had tried not to think about that night since Tiffany had cast that spell on him. He had told himself that having a giant cock and throngs of girls throwing themselves at him would be enough to make him forget all about his childhood crush, but it still hurt, the way she had rejected him.

“I-uh...” she stammered. “Is there any truth to all the crazy rumors I have been hearing about you?” she said finally.

“Yes.” he replied proudly, standing up a little straighter. “They are all true.” He looked her straight in her pretty blue eyes with none of his usual cockiness. “Look, just stay away from me. You’ve seen what I’ve done to others.” He shook his head and turned to leave, hoping she would just leave him alone.

She began to walk after him as he got to the door. “I heard what you did to Tiffany, and my sister…” she said, obviously still conflicted about all of this.

“And you want me to do that to you too?” He asked in a snide tone, picking up speed. He didn’t need her to keep tempting him, he didn’t know if he could keep resisting.

"I just don't know how that is possible. I've seen it. I've felt it. That picture can’t be you." she declared, still sounding unsure. 

"That's what your sister said too." He scoffed. “What did she say when you asked her if that was me in the picture?”

“I-I uh, I didn’t ask her. She-she hasn’t been very reachable lately.” Kayla stammered, struggling to keep up with his brisk pace. “I saw the picture on her phone and couldn’t believe it. But I asked some other girls about it and they all said the same thing, though.”

Hank didn’t reply, and sped up even more, almost running now. Kayla was breathing hard now, being much shorter than him made it difficult to keep up and she was falling behind. When they were almost there, she spoke up again.

“If that really was you, how is that even possible?” she asked, her voice sounding desperate. It was clear she didn’t want to believe it.

“Magic.” he replied and chuckled.

“Magic? What are you talking about?” she asked, confused. “You can’t be serious.”

He got to his doorstep and stopped halfway up the stairs. He leaned on the railing and turned back to address her. “You’re right, that’s impossible. You know everything.” He said sarcastically. “If I told you that it wasn’t me, and there was no truth to the rumors, would you leave me alone?” he asked, sounding deadly serious.

She stopped and looked unsure of how to answer. He stared at her for a few moments longer before turning around with a huff to unlock the door.

“I… I don’t know. I guess I would want to see it.” she said, walking up to the foot of his porch steps. He was above her on the porch so his crotch was at about eye level. She was squinting and looking close, trying to ascertain the size of his bulge.

“You’ve already seen it, you said.” he crossed his arms. He knew he should just go inside and lock the door, but he couldn’t do it. His resistance to the temptation was eroding. She just wouldn’t stop. A little voice in his head was telling him how much fun it would be to show her what his now enlarged cock would do to her since she refused him before based on how small he was. He would get satisfaction from that for sure.

She opened her mouth to reply but stopped. She kept staring at his bulging crotch.

“I could be stuffing.” he challenged, his voice still full of snark. “That’s definitely it. And all of the female teachers and classmates throwing themselves at me just think I’m super hot.”

She didn’t seem to know what to say, which made him laugh. He turned and walked into his house, slamming the door behind him and quickly headed to the bathroom to pee. He hauled his hefty cock out of his pants and aimed it at the toilet bowl. It was so big and the stream was so powerful that it took two hands to properly control it, but it was done soon enough. He exited the bathroom before he was done putting it away, not thinking much of it. But when he exited the bathroom, Kayla was standing in his living room.

“I’m sorry, Hank. It wasn’t locked…” she pointed at the door. “I just wanted to… see it.” She said, turning red with shame. And for a moment, she had seen it before he put it back in his pants. She was momentarily entranced by it, even after it was no longer in sight. She stared at the bulge in wonder, now knowing it wasn’t some kind of trick and that the rumors were at least partially true.

“I told you that it’s not a good idea!” He yelled, getting exasperated. “I’m only going to hurt you if you stay.”

She looked shocked he would say that. “We’ve been like best friends for a long time, since we were little kids. You would never hurt me.” She said in a soothing voice. She walked over and grabbed his hand and held it. He looked away, but she turned his head to look her in the eye. “Right?” Her fear seemed to keep her desire in check. She had finally seen it in person and wasn’t throwing herself at him… not yet anyway.

He stared into her eyes and remembered all of the good times they had together, all of the hundreds if not thousands of hours spent together playing games and watching old sci-fi shows. They had been practically at each other’s houses every day before he tried to take things to the next level.

He sighed. “No, I would never hurt you.” he said. He wanted to believe it. He realized that ruining her wouldn’t make him happy. But maybe this spell was giving him another chance with her.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, moving closer so their foreheads were touching. 

“I’m thinking about what I did to those girls,” he said finally. “And how I don’t want to do it to you.”

“What did you do to them, exactly?” she whispered, her voice betraying a twinge of fear.

“I destroyed their pussies.” he said finally. It was the first time he described what he had done to someone else, and it almost made him cry. 

“This magic spell made you do it?” she asked, seemingly buying into the spell as being a real thing. She wasn’t stupid, after all. She had seen it herself.

“No.” he replied. His voice wavered, he was having a hard time keeping his composure. “No, I loved it.” It all began spilling out of him. “I loved the power it gave me, the satisfaction of taking something beautiful and ruining it forever so I was the last one who got to enjoy it. I turned them into completely debauched sluts. Or maybe they were that way all along and I just awakened it inside them. That’s what I told myself, at least.” He shook his head. She just stared and kept listening. “But that can’t be true. I cut a path through the whole school. It had to be something I had done to them. And I loved that.”

“So you did it on purpose?” she asked, sounding even more afraid, but refusing to let go of him. There was also a hint of wonder in her voice too.

“At first, I didn’t realize it. The spell was supposed to just enhance my maleness, as Tiffany put it. She meant to help me, and maybe also hurt the girls that had hurt her.” He pulled her onto the couch, where they were still holding each other tight. “But it allowed me to do so much more. And since you rejected me for having a small dick, I thought that girls just wanted their pussies stretched out and pulverized by some guy. Some meathead or something. I wanted to do the same. I willed it to happen. And after I did it to Tiffany, that’s when I started doing it on purpose.” he connected the dots as he spoke. “That must be it.”

“Are you saying that you could… not,” she paused, trying to find the words. “You could not do it to me since you don’t want to?” she asked in a hushed tone. She looked down at the bulge in his pants again. She started to reach out for it and stopped herself. She was beginning to squirm, rubbing her legs together in the familiar sign of arousal that he knew all too well now.

“Yes, I won’t do it to you. I know what happened now.” he said confidently. “I would never want to do that to you… I love you.” He had never told her that before, but it was true. He also was pretty sure that he could control it, now that he had figured out what he had been doing. He would have to. He felt like it was inevitable that she would submit to him, she was already losing control. He didn’t have to destroy her like he did the others, though. He was sure of it. He just had to control himself, control this power that he had been given.

“I love you too.” came her quiet reply.

They looked each other in the eye and a moment later they were kissing. They stood up to make it easier to undress. Their hands fumbled with the other’s pants and they were quickly naked. His huge cock was rock hard since their lips touched. It came into view again and she gasped in wonder. The swollen purple head was sticking out of the foreskin that was already rolling itself back, seemingly unable to contain his cock once he was fully hard. It throbbed with his heartbeat and he was already leaking precum.

“Oh my god, it’s so huge.” she said, in complete awe. Her own naked body was quite a sight to behold. They had fooled around before, but she never got naked. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined. Her sister was hot but she didn’t have the lithe gymnast body that Kayla had.

He sat down on the couch and pulled her down with him. Their hands were all over each other but quickly settled on the other’s crotch. Her hands were sliding up and down his thick shaft, using his precum for lube and occasionally rubbing all over his sensitive head. His fingers found her hole quickly, and despite how wet and engorged with blood it was, he knew she wasn’t ready and he wanted to minimize the pain that he would no doubt inflict. As she stroked him, he shoved first one, then two, then three fingers inside her, trying to stretch her open and get her ready for him. She moaned into his mouth as he found her G-spot.

After a short time, he turned her so she was laying down on her back, then climbed on top of her. As he looked her in the eyes, she looked back and after a moment gave a slight nod.

He positioned the tip of his cock at her waiting entrance, and pushed a little, trying to get just the tip in. That was enough to cause her to involuntarily moan like the air was being driven out of her. He waited for just a moment before pushing in further. The whole time, he focused on thinking about her beautiful pussy just the way it was. He swore to himself that he wasn’t going to destroy it, or her for that matter. And it seemed to be working, there was much more resistance than he had been used to.

“Oh god… you’re so big. Fuck…” she whimpered as he slowly sank inch after inch of cock flesh into her. He began to pull back and forth in short strokes, trying to loosen her up. She had an orgasm right then, seemingly out of nowhere. She cried out, her body shaking. He wasn’t even all of the way in yet.

He waited for it to subside. They kissed and sucked each other’s tongues for a moment before he began again. He looked down at her pussy as he slid farther into her and saw that it had none of the signs of destruction that he was used to seeing. The lips were still the same size and she wasn’t emitting a river of lubrication. He again used short strokes to loosen her up until he hit her cervix. She had another orgasm right after.

“Jesus fuck. I love this cock!” she yelled out. Her eyes were wide open and she had a manic smile on her face. He pulled out to begin fucking her again, and she added. “I’ve never... I've never cummed like this before!” she moaned as he sank into her again. “I’ll have to thank Tiffany! There’s no way you could have done this with your pathetic little tiny dick! No way!” she babbled.

That struck a nerve. It brought him right out of his mood. How could she say that, he thought bitterly? She is just like all the others, just wanted her pussy destroyed by a big cock. She said whatever she needed to say to make it happen. He grunted, looking down at her pretty pussy, now stretched around his thick cock. I’ll give this slut what she wants, he decided.


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