Chapter 8
We untangled our naked bodies long enough for a quick shower. Then Sherry led the way back to the studio, demanding that I produce the pictures we had made with Teresa.
I brought them from the darkroom and spread them out on the long table, standing behind the girls as they bent over the photos, their rosy bottoms presenting three tempting targets for my flaccid cock. For the moment, I was drained.
Karen picked up the close up Sherry had made of my prick just entering Teresa's juicy snatch. "I could come," she exclaimed, "just looking at this one!"
"I could come a lot quicker," Belinda chorused, "if it was sticking in me!" She looked around and pursed her lips in a kiss as she winked at my limp dong. "Poor baby! It's all pooped out!"
Sherry laughed. "Give him a little time," she suggested. "He'll be ready for anything."
"I'm hungry," Karen broke in with a bluntness that made us all laugh.
"You just ate," Belinda grinned. She patted her flat belly and licked her lips with exaggeration. "I could drink a gallon of that stuff!"
Sherry pinched her cute rump. "Don't be a pig! Leave some for us."
While I gathered up the photographs, the girls took off for the kitchen, proving a belief I have held for many years, Most girls have little use for a man with a limp cock.
The picture of Teresa's cunt was on top of the stack, and before storing the photographs away, I examined it more closely, comparing it with the three pussies that awaited my rejuvenation.
Correction! Two pussies. Sherry had shown no indication of opening the one door I wanted most to enter. I couldn't complain. She had proven to be an excellent procuress, and the substitutes she had personally supplied were highly satisfactory.
I studied the picture, staring at the soft wet folds of Teresa's young quim, remembering how they had clung to my cock as I rammed it into that slippery hot sheath, and how her vagina had seemed to wriggle ! about my prong when she came.
Damn! Out of the four girls I had given my cock to, I had actually screwed only one! Whether or not I managed to make a clean sweep of the field, there were three pussies that promised just as much pleasure as the one in the picture. Three young juicy slits that I would wrap their pulsating flesh around my cock as I eagerly as their tongues had curled about it in our first encounter.
By the time I had stored the photos and made my way to the kitchen, my prick had climbed to a promising angle, and I was ready for whichever girl wanted to be first. I was even willing to settle for another session with 'Charlie.'
Sherry had brought out a platter of cold fried chicken, and Karen was spreading tuna on slices of bread while Belinda spooned instant coffee into four cups. It was an improbable scene. Four lovely girls, flaunting their nakedness as they prepared the food, and turning to smile at the evidence of my restored masculinity.
"We've been arguing about who gets to sleep with whom?" Sherry informed me.
"Why argue?" I demanded, slipping into a chair and taking the coffee Belinda placed before me. I stared at her cute little tits, but made no move to touch them. "Can't we all use one bed?"
Karen giggled. "We just did."
"We decided on a little more privacy," Sherry went on. "We can always switch around. It's just a way of trying things out."
Belinda perched on a chair and drew her legs up, Indian fashion, her moist slit peeping through the delicate curls. I could see the tiny clitoral nub, slightly swollen and extending in glistening excitement from its fleshy hood. She gnawed carelessly on a chicken leg, her white teeth flashing. A piece of the meat fell to cling precariously on her left breast, and she picked it off, grinning at me as she stuffed it in her red mouth.
"Who gets first crack?" I said, and wondered why they all started giggling.
"You mean which crack do you get first," Belinda said, her mouth full of chicken, and her words muffled.
Karen's smile faded and her hooded, "I get you first," she announced. "Do you mind?"
"I'll answer that in about an hour," I said with a grin. "It should take about that long to check everything out."
Her lips twitched. "Everything?"
Sherry said, "Honey, he means it, H you're not careful, he'll have it in your ear."
"Yeah," I growled. "I'm a dirty old man who practices all kinds of perversions on innocent young girls."
"Goody!" Belinda laughed. "You can practice on me anytime!"
"He said innocent girls, stupid!" Karen reminded her.
Belinda stuck her tongue out. "In my left ear, I'm still innocent!"
We polished off the sandwiches and swallowed the coffee, swapping humorous remarks until Sherry stood up and motioned Belinda to her feet. The girl uncurled her slender legs with a mock groan.
"Here I go to get screwed again!"
"Stop pretending you don't like it," Karen murmured.
"Like it?" Belinda answered laughingly. "I love it! If it wasn't for her big tits, Id swear Sherry was a man!"
"Just keep thinking that way," Sherry said, leading her toward the door. "It makes it better for me."
As the pair disappeared, I looked at Karen. "Ready for fun and games?" I asked gently.
"I'm a little scared," she answered, glancing down as if she had just discovered her nakedness. "It's not the same."
"You mean our being alone?"
She shook her head. "I mean it's not like what T did before. You're awfully big."
"You don't actually think I'd hurt you?"
"You wouldn't mean to," she assured me. "But you'll get so excited you might lose control."
"Suppose you get on top?" I asked. "Would that do for a starter?"
"Do you like it that way?"
I nodded at the blond silk between her thighs. "I'd like that anyway you gave it to me."
She stood up, waiting until I got to my feet. Her nipples flattened against my chest and she squirmed her belly against the hardness of my cock, lips reaching up for a short, but exciting kiss.
"Carry me into the bedroom," she whispered. "Just like before."
I ran my tongue over her tasty lips, making her shiver. "I'll carry you," I said in a soft voice. "But it won't be like before."
"I know," she breathed, trying to catch the tip of my tongue with her sharp teeth. "You're going to fuck me this time."
I picked her up, desire racing through me as she let her body melt against mine. "No," I grinned, walking easily toward my own bedroom. "You're going to fuck me."
Just inside the door, I turned, nodding toward the light switch, just inches from her hand. She shook her head, eyes shining.
"Let's leave it on," she said in a child's voice.
I deposited her bottom on the bed, waiting until she moved over before I lay down on my back beside her, slipping one arm beneath her shoulders and urging her torso upward, pulling her to lean over my face. She poised there, lips parted and tongue curled, her eyes wide in excited wonder.
"I feel like a virgin," she said apologetically.
My left hand fondled a cherry-tipped breast, trying to mask the lust that was building beneath my rearing cock. I kept my voice soft as I asked, "The boy Belinda was teasing you about, how big was his cock?"
"Not really big," she admitted. "They're all just kids. This one boy was larger than the others. That's an."
"Did you blow him?" I watched her face slacken as desire began building, fanned by the recounting of the only past she knew.
"I tried," she answered, closing her eyes as if picturing the effort. "But he pulled away." Her eyes opened to stare at my mouth, hunger dancing in the flickering depths. "I think he was afraid of me."
"Belinda said he made you holler," I persisted. "Did it hurt?"
The blond hair swirled in a quick shake, "It was good. All the others just kind of tickled. I could feel his sliding in and out, and I started to come."
"Didn't you?"
Again the swirl, the silk brushing my chin and throat. "He stopped when I screamed." The eyes pleaded for understanding. "I wanted to come."
"You never did tell me how big it was."
"He said it was five inches." She paused. "About that."
My arm pressed, pulling the lips down until they feathered mine. "Think you can handle nine inches?"
Her tongue teased me. "Want to know what Belinda said about your cock, before we came over here?"
"Fuck Belinda," I murmured, meeting the warm wetness with my own lingual muscle.
"Sherry's doing that," she reminded me, half serious. "She said if it was too big to fuck, we could always suck it."
I kissed her chin, sliding my lips down the softness of her throat toward those inviting nipples. She helped by scooting upward, and my mouth closed over a succulent finger, nibbling the spongy flesh and rolling its tip with my tongue.
She moaned, arching her body, and I felt the hot wetness of her pussy on my hip, pressing and grinding. I opened my mouth wider, sucking as much of the breast into it as my straining jaw would permit, bathing it in saliva and caressing the tasty flesh with broad sweeps of my tongue. I left a wet trail between the mounds as I paid homage to the other tit, then urged her body higher, my tongue licking down to spear her dainty navel.
Karen sensed my intention, and her hips swung upward, one slender thigh sliding across my chest, her movements hesitant until I grabbed her narrow waist and settled her lovely body astride mine. The blond fur of her pussy contrasted strangely with the black wire on my chest. But I let it remain there only long enough to feel the wetness of her young slit against my skin.
"Oh, Brad!" She sighed the words as I pulled the juicy cunt down onto my open mouth, and my tongue forced the trembling lips of her vagina apart to slide into the delicious corridor.
The scent and taste of her filled my nose and mouth, heightening both my desire and the enjoyment of that tangy honey that flowed around my probing tongue and into my hungry mouth. I made a circle with my tongue, sucking the juice through its curved trench, and caressing the shivering walls of her cunt with slow in and out thrusts.
Her ass wiggled and her thighs rippled with mounting pleasure. Her fingers played aimlessly about my head before settling on my ears, pulling my face into her grinding crotch. Her pubic silk rubbed my nose and eyes, and I deserted the delightful doorway to fasten my lips about the thrusting ringer of her clitoris, sucking its throbbing bulk with hungry tugs. I felt it swell against my tongue, then retreat into its fleshy hood as the spasms of orgasm thundered through her cunt. Quickly and eagerly, I drove my tongue back into that gushing vagina, swallowing rapidly as her delicious nectar filled my mouth and spilled onto my busily working chin.
She screamed. The piercing wail shattered the near silence and almost made me tear my mouth from that overflowing fountain. Her soft pussy lips slammed fiercely against my teeth, grinding and bucking in the grip of an ecstasy beyond her control. Her fingers clawed at my ears, as if trying to stuff my head inside that convulsing vagina, and I tongued her as fast as my straining oral muscles would permit.
I could not see Sherry and Belinda as they entered, for Karen's belly was jammed against my forehead, blocking my view. But I heard their excited voices.
"I told you," Belinda's voice exclaimed. "She yells every time she comes!"
"My god!" Sherry cried. "She sounded like she was being killed!"
Belinda chuckled. "She scared the pee out of me the first time we played with each other. I thought I had hurt her some way."
"Don't your parents ever hear her?"
"Not often. She bites on something to muffle the sound. But she says it feels better when she can yell like that."
Karen found her voice beneath the shifting layers of lingering ecstasy, and I felt her cunt squeeze my tongue as she said, "Go away, you two! We want some privacy!"
I sucked in a mouthful of her vaginal honey, mixed it with saliva, and forced it back inside the pliant lips of her cunt. She shivered as I urged her hips backward, freeing my mouth. I licked my lips, blinking up at her. Sherry and Belinda stood beside the bed, drinking in the sight as Karen worked her way down to straddle my hips, my cock reaching almost to her crotch hi its throbbing stance.
"Please!" Karen exclaimed, "Leave us alone! You'll have your turn."
I found even that thought exciting. It was true. After Karen, I would fuck Belinda. I tried to think of screwing Sherry, but the picture eluded me. My fingers tugged at her slender waist.
"Let me see it sliding in!" Belinda pleaded, her voice dripping desire. I was glad they had decided she would be second. Younger than the girl whose cunt I was about to enter, Belinda was also the most eager, Or so I thought.
"Ignore them, sweetheart," I said softly. "I've got that pussy nice and slick. All you have to do is ease your hips down."
She closed her eyes, tilting her head back until her throat arched, and I could see the little pulse beat. Her hand wrapped itself about my prong, and I guided her luscious cunt down to fit the labial folds about the heart-shaped knob. The juicy lips stretched into a compliant circle, wider and wider.
"Oh ... Oh, god ... Oh!" The faint cry hardly reached her clenched teeth.
She was tighter than I had expected. The channel that had accepted my tongue was stretched almost beyond its capacity by my swollen glans. The soft lips became elastic bands that were pushed inward as the head of my prick sank out of sight in the golden curls.
It was my turn to groan, for the vaginal muscles gripped me with powerful spasms, chewing and sliding as she held her hips almost motionless, testing her ability and savoring the thrill of that punishing expansion.
The tension of her labia pulled her taut little clitoris down to press hard against my prick, and the slight movement of the labial collar frictioned it with predictable results.
"I'm o ... gonna ... come ... again!"
I was ready for her scream. I was also ready for the churning of that juicy mouth that was clamped about the head of my cock. I started pulling at her waist with the first rising note, and by the time the wail had faded, I had over half my cock crammed inside her snug little crack.
Sherry and Belinda tiptoed from the room to pursue their own pleasure, and Karen stared down at her partial impalement with lust glazed eyes. The cherry nipples jiggled as she gave a convulsive shudder that rippled the tight vagina about my pole, and the hot juices gurgled out to trickle down the waiting remainder of the thick shaft.
"How is it, baby?" I groaned, making her shudder again by lifting my hips just enough to force the knob a little deeper into the mushy resistance of her pussy.
She tried to speak, her lips working over the tightly clenched teeth, and her face contorted with pleasure and strain. But all that issued was a husky whimper and a little trickle of saliva that ran unheeded down her dainty chin.
"Just a little more, Karen," I urged. "Then we can fuck like crazy!" I had already discovered that words affected her almost as much as the tactile sensation, and I put the knowledge to use.
"That's what you want, isn't it, baby? You want that big prick deep inside your cunt, where you can feel it throbbing and stretching that little pussy until you can't stop coming!"
Her head bobbed hysterical agreement, the blond hair swirling until it covered half her face. She released her grip on the base of my cock, and clutched at my hairy chest, leaning over me as she lowered another inch of slippery cunt onto my prick.
With two inches left, she braced herself, and dragged the clinging walls of her vagina back up the shaft, frictioning every nerve in her tortured labia, and making my prick jerk with powerful shudders inside the tight sheath.
She was slick from my oral caresses, and from the two orgasms she had already chalked up. And, since my cock had expanded the channel with its sheer bulk, the trip back to the head was quick and easy. Then, without hesitation, she rode down the pole with a savage thrust of her agile pelvis, sliding the cunt farther onto my prong as the swollen knob bored into the yielding corridor, widening it, and massaging the expanded walls.
Sweat beaded her face and shoulders, trickling down the bobbing breasts as she hunched her pussy up and down my cock with ever increasing speed. She was taking almost the full nine inches, and I could tell from the feel of that clutching sheath that there was just enough room for her complete impalement.
I pulled her face down until her drooling lips touched mine, and the sweat streaked tits rolled and slid against my hairy chest. "Take it all, Karen!" I gasped, slipping my hands down to cup her flexing ass cheeks. "Goddamn, baby! I've got to have all of it!"
She climbed to the top, sucked in a deep breath, and slammed her ass down just as I rammed my hips upward. Her furry pubic arch crashed against mine, my balls squeezed into the crack of her tail, and my prick was delightfully and throbbingly hilted in her churning pussy.
She started back up the pole, but my hands held her hips down, and I began twisting my ass, working my cock about inside her slippery snatch, massaging her cervical mouth and grinding the pulsating knob against the deepest fold of her vaginal wall.
Just when her whole body was shaking from the furious sensations, I rammed my tongue in her mouth and did a quick shift of my hands from her hips to her shoulders. The release let her ass spring upward, and her pussy slid almost off my cock before she reversed direction and began a rhythmic posting that carried her cunt sphincter from the base of my glans to the base of my prick.
Wet with her own generous fluids and the spurts of jism I had deposited deep in the torrid interior, her pussy glided and wriggled up and down my prick, propelled by her vigorous hunches, and made more excitingly pleasurable by the little twist of her pelvis as she fucked me.
Each stroke was audible as a sucking slurp, followed by a sound like an oily piston ramming forcefully into a tightly fitted cylinder. Superimposed were my heavy breathing and Karen's sharp gasp each time the prick jammed past her womb mouth to hilt itself in her writhing belly.
The pleasure mounted and swelled, becoming a sharp sensation that bordered on agony, demanding release through the frictioning of our pounding organs. The sensation climbed higher, plucking at our taut nerves with fiery fingers as our bellies slapped and quivered, and our buttocks jerked and twisted in a desperate bid to exact the last possible thrill from our meshed loins.
I lifted her into the air as my balls exploded and my cock erupted with a powerful spurt of thick hot semen that sprayed her greedy womb and bathed her pussy walls with its slippery wetness. I held her there, impaled on my jetting spear, while she rocked her ass back and forth in the violence of her answering climax, her pussy squeezing and sucking my prick as her vagina yielded its own liquid passion to mingle with my splashing come.
She screamed into my mouth and about the tongue I tried to shove all the way down her throat, down to where my prick had emptied its first load between those vibrating tonsils.
Her pussy screamed too, a silent ululation that shuddered along the full nine inches of my cock. Not once, but again and again, each powerful tremor ending with a greedy suction that drew my sperm from my tingling balls in what felt like gushes, rather than the usual ejaculatory spurts.
Without separating, we rolled onto our sides, gasping for breath, and reaching for one last spasm of ecstasy from our frantic union. There were no words, and no need for them. In a tangle of arms, legs, lips and swollen nipples, with my cock still hard and hilted in her well-reamed cunt, we slept.
I had no idea when Sherry and Belinda joined us, or how long Sherry had been greedily feasting between Karen's willing thighs. But they were there, and Belinda's delightfully warm bottom was pressed against my swelling staff, wiggling happily as she felt it grow and slide quiveringly between her legs.
She tried to steer the head into her willing cunt, and I jabbed repeatedly against the soft meat of her labia, seeking that inviting slit that nibbled eagerly at my glans. But no amount of pelvic effort would bring the connection we both sought.
With an impatient cry, she broke free to roll onto her back, spreading her legs and stuffing a hastily procured pillow beneath her wiggling ass. The ovate slit of her pussy lifted slippery lips in invitation, the labial folds quivering as the shiny pink clitoris throbbed hotly above the clenching entrance.
I climbed atop the girl with a murmured curse, feeling her warm thighs cradle my hips as her knees climbed high and her heels planted themselves just beneath my elevated buttocks. Her arms, soft but determined, drew my upper body down against hers, chest to small tits, and mouth to youthfully sweet lips and tongue.
My first pelvic stab rammed the head of my prick hard against her stiffened clitoris, and she grunted with pleasure as her ass twisted to rub the swollen finger over the slitted tip of my prong. Instead of trying again, I held my cock in position and let her enjoy the erotic massage while my tongue probed her tasty mouth, trembling with pleasure as she sucked it with the same hungry pull she had exercised on my phallus.
She shifted her hips beneath me, and I felt my prick slide into that yielding oval of hot girl-flesh, its lips tight about the head, and the vaginal walls tighter still.
I forced my cock into the spasming corridor, spreading the meaty folds into a shivering clasp of hot slippery membrane. My fingers girdled her writhing hips and pulled them higher, tugging the pussy onto my prick like an impossibly small glove, my ass twisting to screw the probe into that torrid embrace that spilled its vaginal lava like a liquid carpet of erotic welcome.
The deeper my cock invaded her cunt, the tighter it seemed to become, as if the channel narrowed as it approached her convulsing uterus. It was too tight! With my hips pressing, and Belinda's ass reaching up and twisting cooperatively, my cock was lodged only halfway, the head trapped in that churning pussy like a spawning salmon caught in a channel too small for its girth.
"You're too big!" Belinda panted, still grinding that juicy grip about as much of my cock as she could manage.
"Karen took all of it," I reminded her. "If you'll just push a little harder!"
She pushed, and I pushed, and we both grunted as the pressure became uncomfortable. Belinda groaned her dismay. "All I've been thinking about was having you fuck me. Now, we can't get the damned thing in."
"Maybe I can get it in the other way," I suggested hopefully. "I want it just as much as you do,"
"Yeah," she said breathlessly. "But I want it right where it is."
Sherry pulled her cream-smeared face from between Karen's thighs to interrupt with "Why don't you let him give it to you in the tail? Then, when it starts going down, you can take it in your pussy."
Belinda frowned. "You mean put it in while it's soft?"
Sherry paused to plant a juicy kiss on Karen's clitoris before answering. "Honey, Brad never gets soft. I'll guarantee that he'll still be hard. But it will be a little smaller."
Belinda's eyes blinked up at me. "What if I can't take it in my bottom?"
I bit her nose. "Baby, you just turn over and spread your cheeks. You'll take it."
She worked her hips in a rapid circle. "It feels too good to take it out."
My answer was a quick tug that pulled my prick out with a noisy squishing. While Belinda rolled onto her stomach, I padded to the cluttered dresser and found a jar of Vaseline, smearing it over the purple knob of my prick, and carrying another glob back on my index finger. I knelt behind her, watching her hands reach awkwardly to pull her rosy buttocks apart and bare that tiny brown circle.
My finger slid into the hot grip with relative ease, and Belinda emitted a soft whimper as I shoved it deep and wiggled it about to coat the intestinal walls.
"Ummmm!" she murmured. "You can keep doing that!"
"I will," I answered. "But I'll be using my dick." She bucked a little when I started through the sphincter. Then, as I snapped through to drill into her slippery chute, she responded with a delightful grinding that provided a perfect counterpoint to my deep, steady plunges.
I was too hot to drag the action out the way I would have liked. Also, I was anxious to try Sherry's suggestion, for Belinda's pussy promised to be a real prize. I began pounding faster.
Then, as the channel chewed and sucked on my cock, I stopped thinking of anything except fucking her hot slippery tail, and Belinda began climbing toward her own orgasmic paradise.
She tried to push her bottom upward, but I slammed her down with the sheer force of my hammering. My balls splashed into the crack of her pussy with each savage entry, faster and harder, until the bed shook, and Karen looked over to exclaim, "My god!"
My damned up semen burst through nine inches of hilted prick to spurt into her belly, and Belinda's ass performed a frantic dance as her cunt responded to the seminal shower in her intestine by pouring out its own cream in a wrenching climax.
I didn't want to move. Supported by her lovely nakedness, my prick buried in her hot little rump, I was willing to spend the rest of the night. But Belinda had different ideas.
"Hurry!" she gasped, bucking her ass up against my belly. "I can feel it getting smaller."
Her excitement was contagious. I dragged my diminishing cock from her well-reamed butt, and rocked back on my heels while she rolled over and angled her thighs again. She held up both arms with a happy grin.
"Gimme!" she cried. She had forgotten the pillow, but her heels were firmly planted to lift her crotch into perfect position.
I gripped the base of my prong just long enough to center its tip on the target. Then I slipped my hands beneath her soft shoulders and tightened my fingers.
My buttocks flexed, and my prick slid into that tight sheath. Deeper. Deeper. My balls collided with her anal cleft, and my pubic arch jammed against hers. I was in her. All the way.
Small nipples burned my chest, and she dragged my tongue into her mouth in a long greedy kiss. Her hips remained motionless, but the muscles of her vagina caressed my cock with slow undulation, hot, wet, and incredibly good.
Belinda's pussy was getting tighter. At least, that's the way it felt. The soft, buttery tissues were beginning to grip my prick more forcefully, moving restlessly around the buried head like fiercely lapping waves. She tore her lips from mine with a husky cry.
"Oh, damn! I can feel it growing!"
We were feeling the same thing, but the sensation was far different. Surrounded by that undulating sheath, my cock was swelling to its full length and thickness, expanding vaginal walls with its growth, stretching the slippery membranes and filling her hungry cunt with throbbing hardness.
"I feel like I'm about to burst!" she gasped. Her hips stirred. "If you don't fuck me, I'm gonna come anyway!"
The only reason I hadn't already done that was the fear that I would pull my prick out of that snug little pussy, and be unable to get it back in again. Now that I was all the way in, I didn't want to risk a retreat.
"What if it hurts you when I start?" I demanded, stalling for time. She was still flexing those vaginal walls. Much of that delightful squeezing, and I wouldn't have to do anything else.
She flattened her feet against the bed, her arms wrapping about my neck. "Fuck me anyway!" she whispered. "Even if I beg you to stop, keep going till you come!"
"Fast?" I teased. "Or slow?"
Her hips pushed upward. "Damn you, Brad! Fast! And hard!"
The first few strokes were anything but fast. The vacuum of her cunt made it feel as if my cock was being pulled out by the root. The vaginal walls tried to follow the retreating shaft, and Belinda uttered a wail as my prick slid outward. Her ass climbed to lessen the strain, placing her in target position for my first thrust.
"OOOOUUUNNNGGHHH!"
My cock drove in like a greased piston, stretching the spasming sleeve and packing her cunt with pulsating hardness, jabbing the mushy depths and frictioning labia, clitoris and cervix as it hilted and withdrew for a series of savage thrusts that made her ass gyrate in helpless cooperation.
Her hot slippery juices bubbled out around my sliding pole, gurgling and squishing, forming a collar of white froth about the thick base, and gathering in the matted hair that slapped noisily against her own cream-soaked triangle.
Her legs climbed along my pounding hips, finally reaching toward the ceiling in desperate strain, and bicycling wildly to agitate the pelvis I hammered with furious thrusts.
There was no longer any time for kisses, or for the pleasurable manipulation of those tiny nipples that rolled and yielded beneath my sliding chest. Belinda, like me, was concerned only with the agonized ecstasy of the hot wet frictioning of her young cunt, and every movement was calculated to increase the thrills that stabbed through our bodies as my prick plunged deep into her boiling cauldron and stirred the torrid mixture of our carnal juices.
She came repeatedly, grinding that delicious pussy about my cock and rippling the vaginal muscles along its probing hardness. Teeth clenched and face contorted, her head rolled from side to side as the orgasmic convulsions spread throughout her sweat drenched body. Her eyes bulged in disbelief at the sheer violence of each climax, and her legs, scissoring now, worked past my waist to clamp my heaving rib cage in powerful squeezing.
Still fucking with savage hunches, I let her feel my weight on those taut-nippled tits long enough to slide my arms behind her bent knees, drawing them up until her body was curved in a bow of helpless acceptance, her cunt elevated and splayed for my jarring thrusts.
With her legs locked over my arms, I slipped both hands beneath her head and tangled her hair in my fingers, my cock driving in and out of her gurgling snatch with even faster strokes.
Each time I hammered it into the tight channel and pulled it back through the clinging wetness, I felt the exquisite tremors of pleasure become more intense, their tingling fingers reaching down toward my bouncing balls as if groping for some hidden trigger that would release my roiling sperm.
Her ass was sopping wet with the overflow of thick cream, its sticky fluid stirred and spread by the repeated slap of my scrotum against her tightly stretched perineum and winking anus. She wiggled it and hunched it as much as her position would permit. But the speed of my pile driver attack allowed only the internal muscles to lend their full effectiveness to our frantic coupling. Like velvet bands coated with hot butter, they clenched and shuddered about my prick, sucking avidly as if aware that my semen was about to wash over their hungry folds.
At the last possible moment, I pulled my cock back until the head was trapped by her convulsing labia, and I stared down into her tortured face as she fought to draw me back inside her writhing vagina.
"Now, baby!" I groaned, my hips jerking with a wildness I could hardly control. "Make me come! Make that pussy suck it out!"
Her eyes glared at me with a lust older than time. Her lips drew back in an animal like snarl, and her tongue curled upward to press inward on her upper lip. She sucked in a deep breath, the air whistling through her wet mouth on either side of that dainty tongue.
Her cunt squeezed, the constriction about my sensitive shaft making me grunt. Then, so quickly I almost surrendered to the hot tugging, she expanded the vaginal walls to create a powerful suction that I felt all the way to my sperm-laden balls.
The muscles relaxed with matching speed, and the mushy tissues slid caressingly about the head of my cock, kissing and licking for one delightful moment before another powerful expansion sucked a gob of thick jism from deep inside the shaft.
I felt my balls tighten, and my come surged upward with a violence that wrenched at every nerve of my body. Ecstasy became some indefinable sensation that shuddered and ripped at my guts as my sperm lanced into her greedy pussy in hot gushes.
Her eyes bulged, and her mouth flew open in a soundless scream as she felt the hot cream spurt through the labial ring and into her thirsty cunt.
My ass hammered up and down, unable to resist the keen pleasure of each vicious thrust, ramming my spurting prick to the balls with the rhythm of release, plunging the head against the churning depths with every seminal volley, its ropy liquid sucked from me by her convulsing pussy.
Long after I was drained, and I had released her legs to let them fall weakly to either side of my trembling thighs, her cunt continued to ripple its come-soaked walls about my cock.
I kissed her wet panting mouth when she managed to gasp, "I thought I was gonna die! And I didn't care! Oh, god, Brad! It was so good!"
I began moving my hips while our mouths were still clamped together, tongues flashing and curling. My prick slid in and out of that dripping cunt, sending fresh tremors through the slippery walls.
"How about seconds?" I whispered against her warm lips.
"I couldn't!" she wailed, her ass working to increase the beginning pleasure of my cock's pistoning. "Honest! I can't stand any more! You'll fuck me to death, Brad! I've already come a dozen times!"
"Make it two dozen!" I was stroking now, deep and hard.
"You bastard!" she cried, arms and legs encircling me, and her ass catching the rhythm. "Do it! Oh dear god! Fuck it!"
Which was exactly what I intended to do anyway.