Chapter 3
At first she sat on the couch, bent forward, while she slipped her lips over his cock and took the entire limp mass into her mouth, pressing her nose into his pubic hair and wiggling her head to make his worm-like organ flop around inside her face.
Then she slid forward off the couch, onto her knees in the classic cocksucking posture. And she sucked his cock. He groaned low in his throat, feeling the gentle contractions of her soft mouth.
Her hands slid up his thighs, clamped onto his buttocks, pulled.
He seized her head and fucked hard into her sweet face. His balls slapped her moistened chin. Steadily, his prick lengthened and expanded in the wet warmth of her mouth. The worm was turning, on its way to being a hard fleshy shaft again.
"Uh!" He grunted when she slid a finger down the crack between his ass cheeks, back up, down again, pushing so that he felt the fingertip pressure at his anus with each glide along the crease. She was now sucking furiously, bobbing her head over his groin. She no longer had all of it in her mouth; it had grown too much for that.
He grunted again, when her finger tickled, pressed, and then sneaked a little way into his asshole. He shivered, standing there with her finger in his anal vestibule and her mouth all hot and wet and snug around his cock. He thought hard, willing his anal sphincter to relax. He could feel her finger, like a hot spike. It hurt, and yet it was good. But he could not believe what she'd said. He wondered-could she, would she really take it, as she'd said, in the behind?
His-cock lurched excitedly in her mouth, and she moaned around it and ran her tongue furiously over the long pulsing staff. Her finger eased a little farther up his ass. The pressure of her mouth around his sweltering meat, the pressure of her finger in his anus, the two of them combined to build a tormenting need that burned deep in his groin.
She wiggled her finger a little deeper, then eased her mouth in a languidly slow caress back off his throbbing prick. It was erect, all right. It looked like a red pole coming out of her face. She rolled her eyes up at him.
"See? Did you know I could make you come like this?" She wiggled her finger.
"A finger wave? No thanks. A doctor did that to me once. It hurt. There are a lot better ways of getting my rocks off than having my prostate tickled!"
She smiled. "There sure are." She sensually tongued the head of his prick. She had to pull it down to her face with her hand. It wanted to bob high, like a proud sentinel standing before his belly. He hunched forward a little, so that the erect pole kissed her soft sweet lips with its moist tip. She kissed it back, licking sensually. Her fingertip wiggled, just inside his tight anal hole. , He looked down at her close-cropped, dark head, watching it push forward and back, up and down. His rigid cockstaff slipped wetly, slowly in and out of her face. Her mouth tried to swallow its full thick length with each complimentary thrust of her head and his hips. He felt her sucking, milking it in strong suctioning pulls that built up the throbbing strength of his cock and built him ever closer to climax.
But neither of them wanted him ,to come to climax this way.
Spewing off down her throat was a delightful thought, but having his prick squeezed up her ass was even more exciting. He realized that he had to take command or he'd never get into it tonight!
He half bent, cupping her face with a hand on each cheek. She rolled her eyes upward to him. Her mouth was spread wide by cock, and even now that he stopped her, she licked the pungent bulb planted in her face.
"That's enough of that," he said quietly. "A little more and I'll go off like a cannon."
She smiled, widened her mouth, and let him watch the slow, spit-shiny emergence of his penis from her mouth. Now it was a swollen, reddened and huge massy pole that stood high before him.
"If you'll dip it in me a time or two," she said, still kneeling, "and get a little of my juice on it, it will go in easily."
Then, remaining on her knees, she turned around. She pulled her open robe the rest of the way off. He gazed down at the big soft-looking swells of her buttocks, broad and well parted with a deep crevasse, humping up and out above her thighs. He caught his breath. The bulging mounds of her deeply tan ass presented a lust-inspiring sight that tightened his throat and made his prick throb in anticipation.
She spread her knees to open her thighs still more. Squatting behind her, he smiled at the downward bulge of her pubis, a long black-tufted ridge with slightly parted, dark lips. He reached between her thighs to cup it, feeling its furry softness against his palm and fingers, noting her gasping inhalation and her little shiver.
Sliding one finger between those soft, sensual folds, he let it make its own slow way up into her. She opened her thighs still more, with a little sigh. Working to make her extremely wet, he used three fingers to stretch wide the warm supple lips of her belly.
Then he slid it in and out, a dozen times, making her squirm and roll her hips. Shudders ran through the voluptuous flesh of her broad butt. He slipped his finger out of her, swiped it up the crack between the opened cheeks. They clamped him, then eased apart again. He let the finger slide back down the long slick-skinned crease and again plunged up her cunt.
He did that again and again, smearing her ass crease with the juice of her agitated pussy.
Then he slipped forward and, in an instant, had his prick up between the lips and into her warm, very wet vagina.
He pumped it a few times, slowly, making her groan and sigh and shiver. Her palms were flat against the rug. Her naked breasts swung long and low beneath her. She lowered her head until her cheek was against the rug, then doubled her elbows to frame her head and support herself on her forearms. That way she arched her buttocks to expose herself still further. She was beginning to pant with pleasure and anticipation.
He pulled his prick out of her cunt and set it against the tiny puckered eye of her anus. He pushed.
"Uh ... ummm!" she gasped, tensing automatically, then swiftly exerting mind over matter to relax both her cheeks and the long thin internal tube between her brown masses.
He watched the head of his penis vanish into her, marveling at the magnificent expandable power of the muscles that held that hole so tight-shut it didn't even appear to be a hole, but that now relaxed and opened up to admit the bulging knob of his ardent prick.
More of his thick, turgid meat went into her.
Her glove-tight asshole was excruciatingly tight, a tightness that sent fiery tingles through his balls. Yet, even though moaning and whimpering, she pushed back against him.
The long soft tunnel of her asshole oozed hotly back along his cock. That hungry channel of soft heat squeezed him and held his as though intent of crushing him inside her. Sexual arousal and absolute delight coursed hotly through him.
Then a toothless inner mouth seemed to chomp his prick. He groaned aloud. His hands fell to clasp the bulging outermost contours of her buttocks. She trembled and jerked and wagged her hips, clenching and unclenching the round fullness of her buttocks, bucking back to him.
Her eyes were wide with wonder and excitement. She loved the gloriously, rather masochistic sensations that rippled through her as she knelt, face down and ass high, to be fucked up the rear. She sighed, feeling that outsized bludgeon seem to thunder up her back to pummel her body's warm, secret rectal depths.
He was moving, now, sliding in and out. His balls nestled into the bottom of the long valley, nudging and slapping her perineum. She pictured them, ah" pretty and pink, thumping against her brown body.
He withdrew in a long, slow backstroke, until only the thick head of his cock was within her tight anal ring. Moaning, sighing, she wiggled just a little, waiting for it to come in again. The tight liver-colored bud flexed against another ramrod lunge.
It came. His big prick invaded a channel never expanded to its fullest capacity. The force of the deep stroke ground her big soft tits into the rug.
His cock throbbed in her. It was engulfed by her flesh, all the way up her ass.
He pumped.
The cheeks of her rump tightened and loosened, tensed and relaxed as he pumped between them. He" gorged her with every inch of his imbedded penis and straightened the hot passage out into a long humid sheath for it. He knew from her movements and the sounds she made that ecstasy was coursing through her, that she loved it, loved kneeling there with an asshole full of cock.
He paused to reach around and beneath her so that he could mold her big dangling breasts with both hands. He titillated the nipples, making them even fatter and longer than they already were, and she grunted in helpless sensual response. She began moving, just slightly, rocking a little forward and then pushing back, grinding, and then forward again.
Leaning over her back, he slid one hand down from her tits, over her belly, to the empty gap of her pubis.
She wriggled. Her body rippled with delicious tingles of pure excitement.
He remembered the combination. He squeezed her nipple and rolled her clitoris.
"God ... you'll knock me completely ... out ... ah ... ah ... SLaahhhinmmm!"
And she came. The same involuntary spasms that contracted her vagina squeezed her rectal canal all around his prick. It was his turn to groan and shudder.
Then he creamed her asshole totally full of semen and slipped out and back. As he sagged weakly to the floor behind and beside her, he could see the tight, intense squeezing of her anus. Suddenly a whitish trickle of fluid came trickling out and ran slowly down.
He slid an arm over her and she pressed against him, lying on the floor.
"God," she said, "you've worn me out!"
"God," he said with a grin, "you've worn me out!"
"Can ... can I stay? I don't have to work tomorrow."
"I do, but yes, please stay. Come on, let's get ourselves together and do this cuddling in bed where it feels better and we can just drift off."