Long Way Down - Part 2 - 8K

Not ten minutes before, having witnessed first-hand the true monster that lurks in the Goof household, Debbie has decided that she has to have it. All of it...all of that immense length...buried deep inside her. But the truth of the matter was that, for as much as she wants it...needs it...craves it...there is no way she'd be able to take that much manhood.

Well, not yet anyway.

For all of her collection of toys at home...long, wide, and everything in between...she knows that the best way to train herself is with the real thing.

Goofy: Alrighty, I'mah late for my date. Thanks for comin' on such short notice, Debbie.

Debbie: Ohhh, think nothing of it, Mr. Goof.

Goof: Now, you know the rules, Maxie. Homework and in bed by eleven. It's a school night.

Max: Yes, Dad.

Goofy: And don't lemme catch you watchin' any of them Skinemax flicks again.

Max visibly blushes, his eye darting toward the babysitter. Debbie in turn covers her mouth, stifling a giggle at the younger Goof's expense.

Max: Daa-aaad!

Goofy waves them goodbye, Debbie returning his wave...Max wrinkles his nose as Goofy departs.

Debbie: Have a good time, Mr. Goof.

No sooner has Goofy closed the front door, his old jalopy wheezing to life in the driveway, Debbie has already pulled her jacket off. The sound of gears grinding, trying to find reverse, Debbie kicks one sneaker off and then the other. A squeak of tires and Goofy backs down the driveway, the redhead unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them to her ankles. The sound of creaky old springs as the car bounces over the edge of the curb, Max simply stands there, wide-eyed and blinking as Debbie pulls her shirt up and over her head.

A chirp of tires on pavement and Goofy is away...in the same instant, a frilly, pink bra smacks Max in the face. Panties, if she'd been wearing any, would have come next...mouth agape, the younger Goof can do little but blink at the sight of the naked young woman. Debbie wastes no time, stepping up to the perplexed young man, her nimble fingers unbuttoning his pants. A little sneer of a smirk and the redhead yanks them down, underwear and all...Max's length springs out at full attention.

As if to add an exclamation, Goofy's tired, old car backfires at the end of the block...Debbie shoves the hound backward. Pants around his ankles, Max flails widely, landing on the couch with a -flump-. Any other time, he and Debbie did a little fooling around first...first base, second base, and then the main event.

Max: Th-thh-the heck has g-gotten into you?!

Debbie climbs onto the couch, straddling Max's lap with a devious grin. A hand on either shoulder, the length of his shaft dragging against her labia, the young woman positions herself. Max's head just beginning to part her lips, Debbie mentally prepares herself for one long, unending plunge.

Debbie: We're skipping the foreplay.

Max: I... I s-s-see tha... Ohhhhh... Ohhh gawd!

The redhead plummets down his shaft, Debbie's eyes squinting to thin slits as she buries her teeth into her lower lip.  Alternately, Max's eyes noticeably cross, his mouth open in a series of jerking inhales.  All the way to the hilt, the backs of Debbie's thighs slapping against the hound's hip bones. Not quite all of it...Debbie splays her legs out, gravity pushing her onto the final few centimeters of Max's enormity.

Without fail, Max's perfect curve presses his head against her ultra-sensitive spot, Debbie instantly in the throws of a full-body quiver. Fighting the urge to simply ride his shaft, pumping up and down its more-than-generous length...the end goal is to train herself for something more substantial...Debbie holds herself there, feeling Max's massive circumference throbbing inside her.

Just as Max's eyes begin to focus, Debbie begins to make slow circles with her hips, grinding her pressed-flat labia against his baby-soft hilt.

Debbie: S-s-since wh-when did you s-start sh-shh-shaving down th-there?

Max looks up at her, grinning between halting inhales.

Max: Opt... Optical...  In...  Inch.

Debbie bursts out laughing, the effect tightening her core around his shaft...his perfect curve, in turn, pressing hard against her spot. Max, sensing the opportunity, grabs her by the hips, turning her slow circles into rolling, back-and-forth grinds. The simple maneuver is more than she can take...training be damned...now rising and falling against the base of his manhood.

It doesn't take long...the curved form gets her every time...Debbie's head lolling, breast heaving and jouncing, her strokes becoming longer and more deliberate.

Debbie: OHGAWD! OHMYGAWD! YESSS! PLUH... PLEASSSSE! PLEASE MAKE ME COME, GOOFY!

Max: Uhhh...  Wait. What?

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Original Sketch by Diraulus

Color and Edits by Phillipthe2