Before he became America’s greatest president, 22 year old Abraham Lincoln was a hot stud who fell in love with a beautiful virgin named Ann Rutledge. The years they spent together were the happiest of his life, and he remembered her frequently forty years later as president.
EXCERPTS: “You can’t be first, but you can be next,” she said.
As he suspected, she was a screamer.
Her hands explored his body with the urgency of an Indian attack. When the huge cock fell out, it smacked her face with such a thud that she screamed in delight. “I didn’t know God made them this big. Was your father an elephant?” “No. But sometimes he was a horse’s ass.”
A spasm warped his body. Something squeezed his head like too small a hat. His arms flapped like spaghetti. Then he blew a wad of cum in her mouth with enough force to knock a cowboy off his horse.
His hips bucked like a bronco, followed by so many musket shots that he should have named his penis the Winchester.
Splashes of white cum spotted her face, so her tongue left the barn to corral them. He looked at her like a lizard who spent too much time in the sun. “I’ve finally found the perfect sauce for my chicken,” she declared.
She studied him, tall, hard, and naked. They say the bigger the feet, the larger the penis, but if anything, his feet looked small compared to the ax he swung between his legs.
He slid between her legs and she grabbed his staff like Moses and parted the Pink Sea.
What is this man made of? He is harder than his ax. If all men were like this, they could cure the world of bitchiness.
She looked at him like a god. If he could sell this, he would make millions. He parted her legs and she resolved to spend the rest of her life like that, her legs in the shape of a “V” and the man of her dreams between them.
This orgasm ambushed her like a clever Indian. She once fell from a tree and didn’t land as hard as she did now. She lost use of her legs, so they shook on their own. She had brought back her knees so close to her breasts that her feet hung close to her head. His weight on her was all that kept her on the ground as her spirit flew.
The first blast nearly shot off a tit. The second struck so hard it splattered her face. A third dropped in the heavenly valley between her mounds.
Crazed with lust, Ann instinctively grabbed his penis and pulled it to her. A wad of thick goo fell on her outstretched tongue. She swallowed it with relish, and would later try it with ketchup. It tasted so good that she pulled Abe’s large cock into her mouth and sucked on it like a calf.
Abe gently fucked her mouth, shooting wad after wad of cum down her throat. Ann could not possibly know how sexy she looked with a string of sperm that formed a line across her mouth, from her chin to her cheek.
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Published January 7, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.