Chapter 6
Ross lay still with his eyes fixed on Hank's descending head. Her long red hair swung forward and down to caress his thighs. Her hands pressed them, supporting herself as she came down.
"What a lovely big cock," she sighed, and he felt it lurch as if her words possessed fingers that plucked at his prick.
Opening her mouth almost languidly, she slipped the big canopied crown into her face.
He gasped, then eased in a long breath and sighed it out. His floundering hand found a pillow, dragged it to him. He doubled it and stuck it under his upper back. He watched the kneeling girl who bent over his cock.
Her tongue slid wiggling over it, slowly at first, and then with an exciting flicking speed.
Her hp-softened teeth champed. They were beautiful: lips without the spoiling smear of makeup; cuntpink lips that took him into their wet warmth like a voracious cunt.
She made wet smacking noises around the head of his swollen prick, moving her teeth in torturing little bitelets, like the delicate nibble of a fish on his glans.
She heard his groan, and it pleasured her. She felt his helpless responsive twitches, and they delighted her. She could feel the stiff prick pulsing and jumping in her face as the excited blood pumped through it, engorging his flesh and filling the yielding shelter of her mouth to overflowing.
He lay there listening to her gasping and swallowing, listening to the smacking sucking noises she made, watching the bounce and jiggle of the full swells of her ripe tits. The erect nipples teased his legs. It was the land of teasing he could take, in large portions.
Her tongue stabbed and curled wetly, hotly. She began to move, thrusting his cock rapidly in and out of her sweet mouth. All the while, she sucked strongly.
This girl, he mused, is nuts! She doesn't know what the hell she wants!
As if to prove that so, she ceased all suction. Her tongue stilled. Slowly, she eased her mouth back off his wildly excited prong. Once freed of her lovely oral cocoon, it swung upward and showed her its underside, pointing up his body, back over his head. He gazed at her, waiting.
There," she said, almost primly. "Wasn't that nicer
"Nice! That was beautiful! God, you can't stop now!"
"Oh, but I have stopped." She gave him a very small smile, gazing at him with bright eyes. Full of-triumph?-lust?-anticipation?-dare?
Bitch! He reached for her, coming up into a sitting position with a tightening of his stomach muscles. The pillow flopped open behind him. His cock lowered its angle slightly, pointing up at her face.
But she wriggled aside, avoiding his outstretched hand.
"Damn you!" Ross snarled.
"Don't you talk to me that way!" She slid to the edge of the bed. "m talk to you any way I damned...."
"Keep away from me!" I'll be damned if I do!"
She had slipped off the bed and started for the bathroom. He hurled himself after her. His hand caught her streaming cape of flaming hair.
"Yiiiii-OWWW!"
He yanked her back against him so hard he groaned in pain when her buttocks bammed against his balls. His hand continued to clutch her hair, forcing her to look upward. His other hand whipped around her to hold her upright when she wanted to squat to relieve the pressure. "Gaaah-hhhh!"
Her cry was forced from her by the sudden violent piercing of her cunt. With his arm wrapped around her hip, he stabbed the rigidity of his finger back into her open-mouthed vulva and w-edged it deep up into the tight, hot clutch of her vagina.
She screeched at the pressure of her cringing, sensitive inner tissues. She jerked wildly in an effort to escape, rising on tiptoe but forced back down by his relentless hand in her hair. Her writhings shook the fleshy balls of her chest so that they appeared mounted on springs.
He began jerking his finger up and down in the slickery slimy folds of her pussy, holding her steady with her butt crammed hard against his thighs and genitals. She groaned and shivered violently. Staggering, she nearly fell. Her tits jumped high and swung wide.
He eased up the pressure of his impaling finger.
"Down, damn you, down on your knees."
Moaning, she bent her knees. He squatted with her as she went down, keeping a handful of hair and menacing her open vulva with his finger just within its wet and distended introitus. Then her knees thumped to the floor.
He released her hair and her cunt and slapped both hands, with a loud forcefulness, to her hips.
"Bend forward from the waist. Ass up and head down! You want to tease ... you'll take the cock you got tired of sucking."
"I didn't get ... owwww! You mean man!"
She went to hands and knees, then stretched her back like a waking cat, lithe and sinuous, straining out along the rug. Her beautiful bottom poked up in the air as her head went down onto the rug. She framed it with her forearms and shuddered.
He shoved his prick up her cunt from behind with jarring force.
"Uh!" She jerked and shivered again when it went in, fast and hard.
He began slipping and slapping himself in and out of her kneeling, writhing body while she moaned and wriggled beneath him, not in pain but in an obvious abandon to ecstasy.
"You're crazy, Hank You know that, don't you?" He probed deeply, plastering his body to hers from behind, cupping her ass in his pelvic bowl and squirming to get closer and even closer. "You're nuts. You're a real damned kook!"
"Fuck me!"
"Christ, I cm fucking you, you nutty broad!"
"Call me that! Call me nasty names! Fuck mel Fuck me hard!"
She was writhing and moaning, arching herself deliriously and pushing back, tightening and deepening her cuntish clutch on his bloated tool. Ripe and full of hot semen, his scrotum crammed against the lower curve of her bulging pussy ridge.
Gripping her lurching hips with both hands, he pulled his throbbing length nearly all the way out, then rammed it strongly back into her open, oozing cunt. Again and again he snapped his hips forward to flatten her buttocks and make them jiggle madly in a helpless cadence to his fucking lunges.
Her tits hung beneath her. They wobbled wildly, bouncing and swinging under her jerking and shuddering body, bobbing free. Their distended crests punched at the air.
She rammed herself back in insane grinding surges that brought him sliding deep into her cunt and made him grunt in a painful pleasure. Her ass cheeks ground against his thighs and belly. He could feel the fur of her red-mounded pussy rubbing over his swinging balls. Inside, she was clamping with all her might, even though she was loosely open and slippery wet.
Keeping his reddened, lusting ramrod imbedded, he forced her down and down until she lay prone on the rug. He knelt up behind her, between the back of her wideswept thighs. His hands grabbed her buttocks and pushed them down at the same time as he clamped them together. He watched the fiery pole of his prick whip up and down between their lower curves. She groaned and wiggled, her fingers working frantically at the rug.
Then, peeling her ass cheeks apart, he stretched upon her back. She grunted out a strained, throaty cry of protest-and pleasure.
Now he was pillowed on her ass, fucking under it into the pussy he mashed against the rug and unyielding floor with his rooting weight. Her breasts were squashed and spread, trying to cram themselves back up into her chest, trying to squirt out to either side of her to ease the painful strain. Arching her back, she cranked her elbows up so as to plant her palms flat. Then she lifted her head and swung it to and fro, groaning loudly.
Lust tingled through her, through every fiber and muscle from the tips of her toes to the ends of her fingers.
She was impaled, raped, smashed and flattened and fucked violently. And with an obvious libidinous helplessness, she loved every moment of it, all the tingling pain and spurting jolts of sensuousness.
Beejo came out of the bathroom naked. Her deep dark navel winked in the convex bowl of her belly and her big bronze tits jumped and leaped like two animated cantaloupes staging a wrestling match. She stopped short, staring at them.
"What is this, rape?"
"No, damnit," Ross gasped, grinding in, "I wish it was!"
"Yes, yes it's rape, he's fucking me blind, mashing me squashing me ... ahhhhh, God!" Hank cried.
Beejo watched the sweaty action for a few moments. She cocked her close-cropped head on one side.
"Umm ... Ross? Could you kneel up and still keep it in a minute?"
"No, no, crush me, squash me ... fuck meeee!..
Ross set his hands against the floor and rose, then against the flattened girl's ass and swung up onto his knees, astride her body. This lessened the depth of his penetration, but the blood-gorged crown of his prick remained inside her soft, slippery cunt lips.
"Good," Beejo grinned, and hurried to them. She knelt beside Ross, crosswise to the other woman's body. She gave Ross a broad smile and a quick pecking kiss.
Then she slapped her friend's jouncy, juddering ass cheeks, again and again, in a series of hard splatting open-palmed slaps that reddened the upturned bowls swiftly.
"Aow-ow ... oohowWWW! Yaaaooo, oh, oh...."
"Now," Beejo said having heightened the color of Hank's bottom considerably. She slid her hand over Ross' butt and patted it.
He stared at her. "You mind if I get back to what I was doing?"
"FUCK meeeeeeeeeeeee!" Hank screamed.
Ross took his eyes from the grinning Beejo and complied with a grinding hunching willingness. Again he stretched himself onto the prone woman on the floor. Again he flattened her butt beneath his body and her tits beneath hers. Again he poled himself in and out of her slimy pussy with hard lunges.
She squealed and gasped and wiggled and squirmed beneath him.
Then she came, with a shriek, and went absolutely rigid. Every tensed muscle shivered. She collapsed and lay limp.
He was fucking an unconscious body.
Beejo clapped her hands. "Wonderful! It worked! Do you know what you've just done? You're the first man she's ever come with!"
"Uh-huh. But I'm not a necrophiliac. You know what you've just done? You've got me screwing a dead body."
Beejo laughed and swung around so that she was kneeling directly alongside the other girl. She wagged her big brown ass.
I'm not unconscious, and she won't appreciate what you've got to give her anyhow!"
"Oh, you crazy bitches!" Ross snapped.
He dragged his painfully erect cock out of Hank, who groaned even in her faint, and swung swiftly to Beejo. She invited his attention by spreading her thighs and giving her outpoked ass a slow, seductive wiggle.
Then she screamed and lurched forward as he thrust his heavy erection straight in between her inviting buttocks.
He grabbed her quickly with both arms around her and his hands clutching her belly's softness. His penis was full of lubrication from Hank's orgasm-flooded cunt. It went straight up Beejo's back.
"Ah ... ahhh ... oh, oh, damn you, Ross, I didn't think you'd ... ow ... urn!" She broke off her pained moans and groans. "Ummmmnun! Slippery from her, isn't it?"
"You're ... damned ... right," he grunted, straining to find her intestines with the big head of his swollen prick. He pushed with his hips while he tugged her strongly back against him.
She sighed.
Then he fucked her big flaring ass with a shattering series of deep slithering strokes between the resihent brown moons of her buttocks. His balls slapped the damp mound of cunt flesh beneath the tighter hole he lost himself in. Lust tightened them more and more.
"Wait!" she cried frantically. "Slow down! Be still ... let me move! You'll come too damned fast this way, loverman!"
"I'm tired of taking instructions, damnit! And I can't slow down-own-ownnnnnn!"
Then hot semen boiled out the length of his overexcited prick into the wet, clutching depths of her straining rectal pocket. Damp, strongly muscled inner walls milked him thirstily dry.
"Je-jeezus," Beejo gasped, "what a wild scene!" and she collapsed, falling forward onto the floor. Still hanging onto her, Ross went with her. She whoofed as he came down atop her. His cock was still deeply ensconced in her asshole, bathed in its own juice, and far too tightly to go down, spent or not
"Let's ... let's take a nap," Beejo gasped.
"Fine idea. If you can sleep with me on top of you, great. I'm not moving."
She sighed. "Umm ... will you sort of slide over so we're both on our sides, loverman? Please?"
They did that, and in seconds all three of them lay sprawled on the floor, sleeping soundly.