Page 40 of The Fed Sex Man

A few enjoyable minutes later, I looked down. One-third of my length was inside her.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

The response burst from her lungs. “Yeah.”

“You sure?”

She gulped a breath. “Uh huh.”

I forged on, repeating the same successful mini-thrusts, making minimal progress in the process. I wanted more. I needed to feel myself inside of her. Completely. I took one powerful frustration-fueled thrust.

“God,” she gasped. “You feel so good.”

“I. Like Your. Little. Pussy,” I replied, saying one word with each thrust of my hips.

Progress was slow, yet very satisfying. Then, without warning, she opened like a flower. An extremely small flower, but a flower nonetheless. I sank into her wet confines. Now balls-deep, I gazed blankly at what I’d accomplished.

“Don’t move, okay?” she asked in a soft voice.

I hadn’t planned on it. I was savoring her warmth. “Is everything okay?”

“It feels.” She giggled. “It feels amazing. Just give me a minute.”

“Okay.”

“Alright.” She exhaled a slow breath. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Uh huh.”

I was sure her pussy was equally amazing, but the bits and pieces of progress I’d made prevented me from knowing what it felt like to actually fuck her. My balls ached, and I yearned to feel my stiff cock take a complete stroke into her impossibly small vagina.

Reluctantly, I withdrew myself. As each inch of my throbbing shaft slid free, I stared in amazement. As the rim crowned, I paused.

I gripped her waist firmly, drew a breath, and said a quick prayer.

Cautiously, I pushed my hips forward. Inch by inch, my entire length disappeared into her wetness. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. So much so that I questioned my height of pleasure.

I took another slow stroke, just for the sake of certainty.

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The breath oozed from my lungs. My head spun. My heart faltered. I was in unfamiliar territory.

I’d been transported into pussy heaven.

Shawn had shared a few tawdry tales of women who possessed magical pussies. After nothing more than partial penetration, these powerful punanis were capable of catapulting a man to the pinnacle of climax. According to him, these temptresses with heavenly honey pots were rarer than hen’s teeth.

Privy to their possession of other than worldly vaginas, they traveled the earth tempting men with the lure of their tight twats, rarely allowing mere mortals entry into their legendary lady gardens. The select few who were granted sexual access were treated to a once-in-a-lifetime sixty-second pass into what could only be described as pussy paradise.

I’d always dismissed the steamy stories as being nothing more than fables. Yet. I’d somehow stumbled upon one of the world’s secret snatches.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

The answer was no. The sheer satisfaction of experiencing her sexual offerings made me an emotional wreck. When the time came, quitting her was going to be difficult.

Impossible. It was going to be impossible.