lifting me back up to my feet. “I’d love to continue that,” he said, “but we need to hurry, and it could take me all day to come from a blowjob.”

“Uh… I dunno know if I can even take you in,” I murmured apprehensively, a little intimidated by the length and girth of his tremendous cock.

“Sure you can,” he encouraged as he spun me around and bent my upper body down over the top of my washing machine. “You just need to relax.”

I felt the tip of his pole rubbing against my bare asscheeks. His left hand was massaging and groping my outer left thigh. I heard him hock a few wads of spit onto his right hand, and then I felt the tip of a saliva-slickened finger plunge into my hole. I seized up immediately at the shock of it, clamping down on his finger like a sprung mouse-trap.

“Oh my! You’re a tight, lay, aren’t you?!” he exclaimed as I calmed and relaxed my sphincter muscles. He worked his finger in and out of me quickly and forcefully. After only a few pumps, I felt a second finger slip in. And then a third.

Pretty soon he was finger-fucking me with the better part of his whole hand.

“See, if you can take in four fingers, you won’t have any problem with my cock,” he reasoned, still prepping my manhole with rapid abandon. Once I was greased and opened to his satisfaction, he removed his fingers and I felt his cock head approach my gaping hole.

His tip settled against my hole like an egg settles into the carton, only about a third of the way in before his diameter overtook the width of the crater. But that didn’t stop Ricky. He just forced it on it. I squealed in pain as his baseball bat of a prick worked into my ass, splitting me open wider than I’d ever been taken before.

Ricky’s left hand moved up from my hip and grabbed me around the shoulder. He jerked my body back, forcing me down even harder on his piece of lumber. I cried out again as his log grinded into me another couple of inches. Ricky kept pushing with constant, heavy pressure until his balls hit my taint and he had all of his nine plus inches inside of me. He began pumping me, sliding in and out in short, hard strokes. Just as I started to relax and get the rhythm of his fucking, Ricky shoved his right hand in my face, forcing me to suck on his fingers, tasting myself.

The act was slightly repulsive, but incredibly erotic. I lapped away at his soppy fingers with passionate fury, swallowing the whole of each digit with my lips and tongue. After cleaning all four of Ricky’s fingers with my maw, I reached forward and flipped the dial on the washer to ‘spin cycle’.

The machine began whirring and vibrating beneath me while Ricky continued to pound me from behind with that shotgun cock of his. I reached down and grabbed hold of my own stiff prick, lifting it up and sandwiching it between my lower stomach and the running washing machine.

I put both hands back out in front of me to brace myself against Ricky’s insane thrusting. He was giving me a regular car wreck of a fuck.

Ricky’s powerfully motions combined with the rumbling of the boxy machine were serving