"When are you? I mean, Jesus, Daryl, I'm on fire now, like a ready-teddy, baby!"

He was on her then. She wiggled and spread her legs so his prick was poking at her cunt. He sighed softly and an enormous lump the size of a softball pressed her pussy-lips like it wanted inside her.

"Oh my God, is that it?"

His gigantic cock-head was forcing open her dainty pussy.

"I can't! It's so big! Daryl, please, take it out! It'll split me! It hurts! Oh fuck, Daryl, take it."

"It ain't in!" He was mad, she knew by his tone.

She squirmed to one side, but he kept pushing it, trying to tear her open.

"No, please, maybe tomorrow! I hear someone coming!"

"No one's coming. Relax, in seconds it'll be okay!"

She felt a pop when the base of his cock broke past a seal of some sort that had been holding her together down there.

"Pain! Daryl, take it out, it hurts like a son-of-a-bitch! You're killing me!"

"Just a little at first. I told you. It'll be great."

She banged on him with her fists, tried to kick, but it only made her curt hurt worse. She moaned and wept.

"Damn, but you've got a tight pussy! Shit, it's good!"

Her whole lower body throbbed and hurt. She slipped her hand down there. Her cunt-lips were swollen already. Everything was soaking wet with blood or fuck-juice. She felt for her clit to see if the split went past where she used to be joined.

Then the sparks came zinging up her tummy and down her thighs. They whirled in circles, spinning in her tits and sticking pins in her nipples.

"What the fuck! Shit! Oh dang the torpedoes – not the one I've got stuck in my cunt but – oh, you motherfucker! Wowweee!"