Chapter 3
Toby took the swollen, glistening-purple head of his cock between her thumb and forefinger and guided it to the wet warm pinkness between her tender parted twat-lips. The thick, hard shaft slid slowly inward, deep into her ravenous, squeezing, gluttonous cunt. God, it felt good, that big, hard dork spreading the slippery softness of her fuck-channel, driving to the depths of her crazed cunt's need. She spread her thighs wider, then hooked her heels inside his knees, levering her tingling twat-mouth tight against the hard base of his in-driven cock.
His face was just above hers, and he was smiling.
"That's it," she breathed. "Hold that beautiful big cock deep in there for a minute, deep in my cunt."
"like this?" he asked, still smiling. He pressed his hips forward, and she felt the bone-hardness of his furred pelvic mound jamming even tighter, making small, exquisitely pleasurable, circular motions against her rapturous, responding pussy-lips.
"Ah, sweet fuck," she moaned, mindless in her craving cunt's pleasure, in the tingling anticipation of the rapture to come. She heard herself almost babbling, in a hoarse urgent whisper. "Ram it home, ream my cunt, fuck me with every thick hard fucking inch of that big fucking cock. Fuck me slow, fuck me deep, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...
Her throat closed on her babbling as she felt Roy's thick cock sliding slowly outward, until only the swollen hard head remained in the squeezing clutch of her inner cunt-lips. She felt his hands come up behind her, holding her shoulders, holding her for the plunge, and she raised her hips, rolling her cunt upwards. He drove his cock slowly, deeply into her again, as her cunt opened and then clutched at the whole length of his stiff surging prick.
Her hips pumped joyously, in perfect timing, as he began to fuck her, deeply, with long, slow, driving strokes. Her slippery soft twat-channel seemed to clutch and suck and hold his sliding shaft on every out-stroke, as if reluctant to let go, then squeezing and' embracing every deepening stroke to her cunt-depths.
Toby's eyes were squeezed shut, as if to close out everything but the rapture in her hard-pumping cunt. She could hear the sound of Roy's deep breathing mingling with her own panting moans. Ah, God. Ah, beautiful. Ah, deep-fuck beautiful. She felt that she was losing her mind to her delirious, pumping cunt, and she didn't care.
She became aware of the soft thumping sounds of her own hips and buttocks against the mattress, and knew that the slow rhythm had picked up, but that she was still fucking with him in a kind of crazed unison. She heard a slapping, sucking sound, too, and knew it came from the wild pounding of his heavy balls in the velvety crevice her greedily pumping ass.
Her own moans were louder, now, becoming gasping little screams, and she knew her fingernails were raking the smooth skin of Roy's back. But she couldn't help herself, couldn't stop, couldn't stop anything she was doing after her long-pent-up need to fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, her mind was saying, in time with cock-plunges into her boiling, pumping, careening cunt. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck like crazy.
The pounding of her hips sounded as frantic as the frenzied struggle of an impaled moth, and then, all at once, her climax was on her, searing, pounding, choking her in a surging crescendo of rapture.
"I'm coming," she almost screamed, her legs suddenly flailing free behind his back. "Deep-fuck me, deep-fuck me, deep-fuck me. NOW."
She felt Roy responding, instantly, as he drove his cock to the roiling depths of her cunt, again and again and again, in a pounding fury of lightning strokes. She felt herself shuddering and jerking convulsively, and all at once his hot juices were spurting into her, gushing deep, flooding her quivering cavern of fuck-joy. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly about him, and just hung on, as he kept his thick log of a cock buried deep inside her, letting the diminishing, squeezing spasms of her deliriously grateful cunt wash around it.
Minutes passed before Toby's pussy-spasms subsided enough for her to let go of him. She lay back limply, then, as he drew his slackening prick out of the tender clutch of her sated cunt, and got to his feet beside the bed. He looked down at her, lying stretched out in the middle of the bed, her legs still apart, her cunt oozing contentment.
"You're wonderful," Roy said softly. "You're just as lovely inside as you are on the outside."
"Why, thank you," she said, smiling up at him.
She felt the weight of a body press down on the edge of the bed on the side away from Roy. She rolled her head that way, lazily. It was Steve. Good God. She'd forgotten all about Steve.
"How about me?" Steve asked, his voice high-pitched and excited. "You promised."
His cock was fully erect again, she saw, with some surprise. And she'd sucked him off, she remembered, only a few minutes before. Five or six minutes, maybe, at the most. Ah, youth, she thought. This was something to be investigated.
"Sure I promised," she said. "And you'll get your turn. But I'm all fucked out, for the moment. Can you wait a little while?"
"I can wait," Steve said, his eyes on the oozing pinkness between her parted pussy lips. "For that, I can wait. I've been waiting all my life."
"You're a good boy, Steve," she said.
She reached out and gave his eager stiff young cock a friendly squeeze.