"Then she pulls her lips apart as wide as she can, about fourteen inches. Her hips pop out of joint like the jaws of a snake opening up for its prey.
'Come on,' she says.
She's so wet that she can't hold onto the sides very well. They keep slipping out of her fingers. I crawl onto the bed in front of her and kiss her, she tongues my cheek sloppily. I make a fin with my hand and slide that in first, then my other hand, and separate her opening as wide as I can.
I look up at her. She doesn't say anything. Just licks her trembling lips. I notice that I'm also trembling. My hands shaking like the first time I ever had sex.
'If I get claustrophobic I'm coming back out,' I tell her.
She pushes my face down into her crotch, like she does when she wants oral sex. I push my arms through up to the elbows. I can see them moving inside her belly. Then I put the top of my head into the opening and push.
Stacy cries out and begins masturbating again. I can feel her fingers against the back of my head. I don't know if it turns her on or if my scratchy hair is hurting her and she needs more lubrication. I push again. She cries out again. It's impossible. I'm stuck. I shove again, but don't budge an inch."
The Haunted Vagina -- Carlton Mellick III