Jason felt himself sink into Janet's cavernous vagina as the tingling sensation intensified. He felt course stubble tickle the base of his shaft as her pussy almost seemed to suck him in. He had always been told that tight vaginas felt best, and Janet's was anything but. But the sensation was still overwhelming; the genital flesh seemed to encase and hold his member like a fist. This certainly couldn't be normal, but it wasn't necessarily unpleasant.
"Okay, halfway there," Janet giggled, "Now slide out, baby." Did she have to use so many pet names, Jason thought as he obeyed. Janet moaned again, and Jason continued to feel an intense tingling radiating from his penis through his entire body. He continued the motion and began to fall into a rhythm. It felt almost hypnotic: the repetitive motion, Janet's heavy breathing, the sloshing of her flesh all around him like ocean water. Was he beginning to enjoy this? It was only because it was so new, right? He had thought his first time would be with Chloe, not this bizarre mutation of the high school track star. He had actually taken an interest in Janet originally, but she was always too preoccupied with her athletics. That didn't seem to be an issue now, he ruminated.
"That's it stud," Janet wheezed, bringing his attention back. "Looks like I'm teaching you well. Chloe's gonna owe me for this!" What did that mean, he thought. "You doing okay," she asked/moaned. "How's it feel?"
"It's - it's pretty good," Jason stuttered, "I mean, you know, it's fine..."
"Oh don't be modest," she sing-songed. "You know you like it. Tell me the truth."
"Okay fine," Jason relented. "I like it."
"You like fucking my fat pussy don't you?"
"Yes, I...I like um, fucking you - your fat pussy."
"In fact, I think you love it. Be honest."
"Um, I mean," Jason stammered, red faced. "Yes, I love...fucking your fat pussy."
"So then be a gentleman and thank me."
"Thank you...mistress, for letting me...fuck your fat pussy."
"You're very welcome," Janet moaned. "Mmmm, I'm getting close. Are you getting close?"
Jason wasn't sure, but the tingling was getting more intense. He could feel a pressure building in his penis, and a sort of buzzing in his head. He should have brought some water, he was definitely feeling flush.
"I don't know," he said. "I mean, I think so, pretty soon."
"Really," she purred. "I don't remember giving you permission to do that. But maybe you can convince me."
"Janet, can I please come inside you," Jason said defeatedly.
"Definitely not with that attitude," she said, affecting a stern tone. "Try again, you know the drill."
"Please mistress," he began to whimper. "Please let me empty my swollen dick in your beautiful hairy pussy." As his member continued to swell, he could feel her walls clamp around it and stopping the flow, as if it had a mind of its own. The pressure slowly built to a dull, then sharp pain.
"Beg me little boy," she bellowed, "Beg your fat mistress!"
"Mistress please," he wailed, "please please give me the honor of spilling my batter in your bottomless hole. Please take away my pain. Only you can make it stop, Janet. I'm dead without you, my goddess. I've...I've always liked you. I should have told you before. I'm sorry, I'm sorry Janet, please let me come!" Jason lurched inside. He tried to read Janet for a reaction, but she just panting, eyes looking straight on.
"Yeah baby," she yelled, "Come for mommy!" He finally released inside her, and could feel her explode with slime as it splatted against his thighs and chest. He could feel himself wilt all over and the room seemed to lose definition. Had he really said all those things? If he did, he must have just been in the moment, playing his role, going along with it. Soon this would all be over, soon...And with that, he collapsed against the expanse of Janet's stomach and lost consciousness.