Through rough nervous breaths I stammered, "Please, I don't think I am up to this!"
"Nonsense!" she replied and ordered me to strut.
Unlike the last time, this much fatter knob held fast inside my vagina. Instead of flailing about inside me, its shaft dragged my vulva and fleshy mound back and forth with each excruciating stride! Blood pounded so hard up the back of my neck, everything I saw just blurred together. Dizzy with elevated blood pressure, my thoughts centered only on the surges that ground away between my legs. Louise made me hobble four circuits around my apartment before she finally stopped me at the end of my bed. She reached up between my quivering thighs, tugged the stump several times then just yanked it out of me! She held it up to me so I could see the shimmering vaginal sap that had drooled down the shaft and dripped off the lower knob. Just so I could see her, Louise tilted her head back, licked my honey from her fingers then plunged all of her fingers up into me. As she flailed her hand about savagely, she craned her head forward then went in for the kill!
I heard and savored her flopping hand slop my loose pussy obscenely. I felt her lips suck my clitoris into her mouth and went into a hyper fit as her tongue flicked my clit ring. As I felt those four slim fingers slither about like baby eels inside of me, I tried my best to stay strong. But my knees were shaking and my calves were aching. As my knees began to buckle,
Louise snapped, "No, you must take this all like a woman!" and pushed me back up with her wiry little arm. She had me change places with her, thereby giving the backs of my thighs support from the bed's footboard. When I attempted to plant my bottom on the top of the oaken rail, Louise repeated, "No my love, you must take this all like a woman! Hang onto the bed posts if you must, but you must stand strong while I finish you."
So there I was, completely spread-eagled against the bottom of my bed, preparing for the inevitable onslaught of those hyperactive little eel fingers and that sinful little mouth. I cringed slightly as I felt her clustered ball of knuckles pinch my labia lips into my vulva. A quick little hump on my part got all the tender bits back where they should be.
As she gave my pussy a vibrating little shake, my mind recalled a similar situation from the past. On the hot summer day Doug and I had our first date, we had a picnic down at Fairport Beach. As I sat on a hill overlooking the beach and the lake, I spied a couple hidden in the bulrushes. A dark haired Italian-looking woman knelt on a blanket, facing me. Her husband, I presumed, faced her while reclining on his back beside her. With his elbow firmly planted into the blanket, his forearm rose straight up between her legs. She was smiling ever so seductively at the man with the formidable bulge in his pants. When he wiggled his arm a bit, she pitched her head back and through half-closed eyes caught me watching! She looked me straight in the eye, told him something then hitched her skirt up just in time for me to watch him vigorously flail his forearm about. I remembered how hot my face blushed but I couldn't look away. She just kneeled there, with her legs spread wide, taking it all like a woman as that hairy hand up the leg of her panties shook her pussy senseless!
For some reason my mind then chose to recollect an incident during our honeymoon. In a vision of driving along the St. Lawrence River side of the Gaspe, I remembered how the shift stick coming up out of the floor shook so violently in Doug's camper van. It was an old bread delivery van with sliding side doors that he'd converted to travel with. Every time it'd slow down, the big chrome shift ball would shake and when it accelerated it'd jingle and sing away. On one curvy section Doug was thirsty so I got him a pop out of the icebox. After I handed it to him he tapped the brakes lightly for a corner and I stumbled into the shift stick. As luck would have it, the shift ball was at perfect crotch level and did I ever get a shock form its vibrations! I'd never felt anything like that before. Doug's eyes were glued to the road and he was ignoring me completely, so I snuck a little ride on the stick shift.
For the twenty-five twisting and turning miles between Rimouski and St. Anne du Mont, I rode the shift ball as Doug watched the St Lawrence curve by. With his left hand on the steering wheel and his camera in his right, the bridegroom completely ignored his hot young bride bracing herself between the front seat backs and taking it all like a woman for her very first time! He didn't even notice when the shift ball sang only to the pussy that had enveloped it. When saw a hill ahead, I lifted off it quickly so he could downshift for the grade. The look of curiosity his face wore after feeling how hot and wet I'd made the shifter ball was priceless.
I took it all like a woman then and I committed myself to take it all once more. I locked my kneecaps and returned my full concentration to the lips that sucked my clitoris erect and the tongue that gave it electrifying flicks. I felt that clenched bumpy fist wrench the insides of my vagina as she rotated it to and fro. Thirty seconds later my hips were undulating, my thighs were shaking, my face and chest were flushed hot and my nipples were beet red and hard as surge after surge shook me from head to toe!
