Checking Out - Sex Stories

Checking Out

... her, turning down the covers, removing his shirt. He lay down, pulled the covers up, turning the lamp down low. “I know your name is Kerith,” he said soft and low, “it’s a beautiful, unusual name... it suits you...” he said. “Mine’s Tod. I doubt you recognize me, but I’ve waved to you from the hay fields many times as you rode by. I know you’re an art student in town and keep to yourself. I’ve never seen you in the local pub or at church. You’ve no local male friends anyone here has ever seen you with. You live alone in that wee little place by the old mill. I’ve longed for you since you came to live in these parts, and decided to have you for my own. Since you keep to yourself so much and make yourself scarce, the only way I could find to catch you was take you on the bike path. So here you are. In time, you’ll learn to accept, obey and hopefully take to me. I hope one day you’ll want me the way I want you. In the meanwhile, when I’m having my way with you, try to relax so I don’t hurt you too much. I’m well-endowed and don’t want relations to be too unpleasant for you. I looked you over while you slept off the draught. I have to say, I love everything I saw, head to foot. I want to keep you the rest of your days.” “You mean, you just grabbed me off the bike path, brought me here and expect me to accept it? You’re talking as if I’m going to be a sort of wife to you...” she gasped. “Aye, you are, and in case you can’t tell, it’s consummated too. I didn’t know if you were ...

... virgin or no, so I took you while you were unconscious, so it wouldn’t pain too much if you were, my lad being large and all. Now of course, I can put a little Vaseline on it to compensate for you not being properly primed.” She gasped out loud as he drew back the sheet, pulling off his boxers, applying a thick dab of the gooey petroleum jelly to the tip of the largest penis she’d ever seen, even in skin magazines, porno movies or her previous considerable personal experience. His member would have been the envy of most of those male porn models and actors. He parted her shaking knees insistently, taking her by the hips, guiding the tip of the monster cock to her dry labia. She felt the cold grease smear her pubic hair and along her tight slit, then the sensation of being split in half as he poled her deeply, driving his 15" length into her, his penis’ girth bigger than her wrist. “Could you please not be so rough?” Kerith gasped, “you’re going to tear me in two...” He gave a small smile, thrusting a little gentler. “You need more Vaseline,” she said. He pulled out, applied a generous gob, then re-entered her. “I’ve never even heard of a human one so big,” she muttered between gritted teeth, “yours reminds me of horses and bulls I’ve seen in the pastures.” “I know, I couldn’t find a local lass willing to take me, not even slutty ones. If I went to the bigger towns & paid a whore, most gave back the money, pulled on their clothes and ran. So finally I had to resort to the old ...