"So you're gonna keep blowing up my phone? Just maybe I might be working on a project, or with Melba? Or even having a jerk session? You're getting real disrespectful and I may need to put you in your place," George messaged me.
I couldn't help it. Ever since he split me like a banana, I'd been wanting it more, even during the three days after when I was sore and wondering if my hole was going to fall off.
"You should've never taken my cherry. God knows now how much I want your cock filling me up right now," I told him.
"You got that plug I sent you? Are you practicing while I'm away from you?"
"Oh Georgie, I'm definitely practicing. Didn't know cock in my ass felt as good until you did me," I told him.
I was laying in bed texting him with my right hand on a cold, rainy Saturday, legs arched up with the four inch toy lodged as deep as I could get it, rubbing my left nipple with my free hand.
"I need you to come over, Georgie," I begged.
"You really miss this cock, don't you?"
"More than you know. I can't stop thinking about how you jam me when you got it inside," I responded. "Call me."
He called me and spoke to me in that masculine, authoritative tone, and my ass got soggy instantly, so much that I had to check to ensure there was no "accident."
"You naked?"
"I am, and waiting for you," I said.
"That pussy needs to be fed some milk," he asked, as I could hear him snicker.
"Only yours. Bring it to me."
"I need to make a store run anyway. Melba wants to cook on the grill tonight and wants me to head to grab everything. Maybe I could stop by and give you a sample," he suggested.
"Bury that bone inside me, baby, I need it. I want it. I want your cum buried in my gut," I told him.
"Have those legs in the air for when I arrive. We don't have a lot of time," he told me, before hanging up.
I pushed the plug out of me and put my legs down in order to go into the kitchen and pour a stiff drink. I knew George was coming by with a vengeance, and I needed to prepare myself mentally, so I figured a rum and coke would do the trick. Not even 30 minutes would pass as he was ringing my doorbell. I was in bed sipping, when I called his phone.
"You can come right in," I told him.
He walked in and found me smiling with my legs spread, drunk, and ready to get slid into.
"Someone's prepared. You want big daddy's rammer to split you again I see," he said.
He was unbuckling his belt, and let his pants and underwear fall before happily hopping onto the mattress.
"Let me taste this fat pussy," he said, right before I felt his mustache hairs brushing my taint, and his tongue swirling in my bowl.
I whined and squirmed as that wet tip of his rumbled inside of me, darting back and forth, and pushing up against my walls as I felt like I was Melba, for a brief moment. I couldn't emphasize the joy of having my hole eaten, for it felt better the second time as I knew what to expect, yet George rose above my expectations.
"Such a sweet twat," he said, before jamming his pointer inside. "You gonna cum for me like you did last time?"
He wiggled it inside of me and I went crazy, hooting away as I caught instant orgasms and nutted from where he pressed my prostate.
"Listen to that. You're getting off on me, aintcha," he asked.
"Fuck Georgieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," I wailed.
"Enough is enough. You got me rock hard right now," he said, as he pulled out his finger and stooped upright, positioning himself to where he could push that slab of meat of his into my buns.
I held my own legs in the air anticipating his entering of me, and he did it, cock stronger, seemingly harder than the last time he blessed me with it.
"Oh Georgie," I whined, as I had to catch my breath while he invaded my guts.
That dick of his spoke to my soul. I loved sex, but this was a new dimension of it, a welcomed version that became a standard.
"Got me pumping you on a wet Saturday morning, but that pussy of yours keeps raining on my cock," he said as he banged me.
It hurt initially, but the more he kept pushing in, the better it felt.
"You need me to come by and wax this ass once a week don't you? You'll always open up for Daddy George, won't you," he said.
All I could do was whine and wail like a woman, just taking the punching as my hungry hole kept burping due to the pressure. George was a magnificent lover, as he knew exactly how to open me, then plant that cock in the right places where I never knew existed. I wrapped my legs around his back, letting him pile drive my tunnel, stretching and deepening me as he went.
"Deep is good, baby. Keep plowing me," I bellowed.
He grabbed my legs and commenced to drilling me even harder, so much that tears flowed from my face, and not due to pain, but due to the pressure elicited from his thrusts. Me giving cock to a woman at this point was no longer an option: I had to receive it, and only George could give.
"You're about get this nut, you slut," he said to me.
He came through on his delivery, as I felt the squirts of his hot jizz smacking against my walls, the both of us screaming, wailing, and moaning. The result of him climaxing inside of me triggered a cum shooting of my own, as I "blasted off" unexpectedly, my own cream hitting his chest, belly, and of course, me splashing myself. When he finished, he leaned in, my legs still wrapped around him, and we kissed, passionately allowing our tongues to wrestle with each other as if we were ingrained lovers.
"You do know, you've started something now, correct," I asked him, as his cock was still semi hard, and lodged inside of me.
"I know that I need to come by here and tap this good ass of yours once a week," he said to me.
"What would Melba think about your weekly `store runs,'" I asked.
"This isn't any of Melba's business. Where my cock needs to be, is all of my cognizance, not hers, and it needs to be in your butt once a week."
We kissed once more, then he'd rush to get up, get dressed, and head out, while I laid there, sipping the rest of my drink, with cum just leaking out of my ass, happy as a lark.