Chapter 2
David Miller was hot. So hot that the blow-job Georgia had given him on the way to her apartment had done very little to relieve the tensions building inside of him. He would have fucked the broad in the elevator if Georgia would have let him. David was already getting Georgia undressed (pulling off one of the buttons on her uniform) inside the apartment, when Georgia reminded him that she now had a roommate: Diana.
"Hell, so what?" David had asked, working his hand up beneath Georgia's uniform blouse to cup one of Georgia's luscious breasts. "I've got a sister named Diana, too."
"Yea, but you don't know where your sister is," Georgia reminded. "But I know my roommate is right in the next room. And, she's not the type to get all that turned on by coming out for a snack to find us fucking on the floor."
"But I want to fuck you," David said, moving his mouth against Georgia's ear. "I want to screw you right to this goddamned living-room floor."
"Sure you do," Georgia said, trying unsuccessfully to push David away. "But I'd rather have a bed against my back than a hard floor-if you really don't mind."
"But this floor has got a soft, soft rug on it," David reminded.
And Georgia was tempted. Sure as hell, she was. And the chances of Diana coming out for a look-see were pretty slim. Diana wasn't much into sex. Which was okay with Georgia, except that it left Georgia a little curious. Diana, after all, was one hell of a good-looker.
Lesbian? Yea, Georgia had even wondered if her roommie was a Lesbian when it got around that Diana wasn't putting out for any of the guys on the force-or for a boyfriend, for that matter. But, as far as Georgia could tell, Diana wasn't presently putting out for anyone-male or female. Whatever it was that had happened to Diana during her marriage (Diana never talked much about it, Georgia having found the info in Diana's personnel file), it had obviously spoiled Diana on sex. Which, as far as Georgia (and every other horny person at the station was concerned) was one goddamned shame. Georgia hadn't come across a pussy in a long time that she would have liked bumping with her own like the one Diana had between her milky white thighs.
But this wasn't cunt Georgia had to contend with now, was it? This was big. This was hard. This was a massive sexual truncheon inside of David Miller's pants. And it wanted to get out, didn't it?
"Come on, baby. Come on," David insisted. His right hand was at his crotch, freeing his fly so that his thick cock could eventually be pulled out through the breach.
"In the bedroom!" Georgia insisted. And the fact that David's right hand was occupied in undoing his pants allowed Georgia to succeed in breaking free. She kept on the move, reaching the med room door just ahead of David. She hadn't yet reached the bed before he caught her.
"So, the bedroom it is," David conceded. He held Georgia closer with his left arm, using his large right hand to finally get his fat cock pried free of his containing trousers.
"You get your prick tracks all over the front of my uniform, and you're going to pay for the goddamn cleaning bill," Georgia told him, having heard that when David's cock got all hot and horny, it tended to be one hell of a copious leaker.
"So, I'll pay for the cleaning bill," David said, his cock finally coming out to jut through the zipper teeth of his open fly.
"I'll bet you say that to all the policewomen you lay," Georgia said.
"You have no sense of adventure . . . no spontaneity," David said with a wide grin. He released his hold and stepped back, realizing that-considering where they were-it was probably ridiculous to screw with their clothes on. Now if they were in some alley with no bed in sight.. .
"You'll be surprised at how quickly I can get down to nothing," Georgia promised. And, true to her word, she was almost naked before David was down to just his pants.
Georgia fell back on the bed, opening her long legs wide in invitation.
"Jesus, you're slow for someone so anxious to fuck," Georgia said, dropping her right hand to her ravenous pussy and beginning to play with herself. "Looks like I'll have to get myself off while waiting around for you to get started."
"Bitch!" David accused good-naturedly. His pants dropped around his ankles. His thick prick stood at attention, thrust up and out through the crotch opening of his white underwear.
"Come on, David," Georgia said, thrusting her fuck-finger and index finger deeper up her snatch and twisting both of them there. "Ohhhhhhhhh, David . . . come on and fuck this mother's cock-hungry cunt!"
When David pulled off his undershorts, his stiff cock was momentarily bent toward the floor. His prick was so hard that David felt pretty much as if his massive phallic tubing was actually going to break off at his hair-covered lower belly.
David got his feet tangled in his dropped underwear and pants, which meant he ended up hitting the bed with a force that made the springs sing. Finally free of the material binding his ankles, David crawled his face into the space between Georgia's splayed legs, getting a bird's-eye view of Georgia's fingers pushing in and out of Georgia's cunt like a dual-pronged cock. David's large, circumcised prick leaked a gushing of pre-seminal juices beneath his belly. The juices smeared on the blanket pressed beneath David's muscled stomach.
"You prefer finger-fucking your pussy?" David asked. 'Then, maybe I had better go look up your roommate and see what she's doing for the evening."
"Doubt if you'll get much luck in that area, stud," Georgia said, continuing to push and pull her now juice-slicked fingers. "Diana has turned down some of the best cocksmen on the force. Which means, you don't have a chance."
Which Georgia wasn't quite sure was true. David was one hell of a good-looker. So much so that there was certainly the possibility that even Diana might succumb to his considerable charms. Still, there was little point in going so far as to give the bastard an even bigger head than he already obviously had.
"I don't want Diana anyway," David said; although, he did want her. Diana reminded him of somebody. And, he knew who that somebody was, too, didn't he? Because not only did Diana have certain facial characteristics that recalled to mind David's sister, she also had the same name. Those two pleasant circumstances were bound to have David interested. He still had exotic wet dreams about that time in the woods when he and.. .
"Ugh . . . ugh . . . ugh!" Georgia grunted, bringing David back to the reality at hand. Georgia, uninterrupted by David, ha played herself to a minor orgasm which would only make her pussy all that much more receptive to David's blood-glutted cock once the studly man shoved it to her.
David, once again reminded of his swelling desire, moved his face in closer to Georgia's finger-fucked pussy, momentarily fascinated by his voyeuristic glimpses of pinkly glistening cunt folds as they opened and closed around Georgia's manipulating hand.
"Ohhhhhh," Georgia sighed, her climax over but her pleasure remaining on a high level.
David stuck out his tongue and licked a wet trail up along the inside of Georgia's left thigh, lapping up those juices which had been spilled, out of Georgia's cunt crack during the woman's orgasmic excitation.
Georgia, enjoying this latest attack on her body, pulled her legs upward, bending them at their knees. She then dropped her legs open, butter flying them on the bed to either side of Diana's cunt.
David's cock remained as hard as a rod of steel; but, he was momentarily content to leave it unsatisfied, able to derive a kind of strange-if decidedly masochistic-enjoyment out of his self-enforced deprivation. Besides, he knew from past experience that a slow, slow buildup, as difficult as such a buildup sometimes was, usually managed to reap the greatest rewards when that final cataclysmic wave of orgasm did come rolling in to engulf him.
David burrowed his face into Georgia's pouting pussy, his tongue lapping up the beads of translucent juices which had caught in the tangled fleecy curls of Georgia's pubic hair. From there, Georgia's sex tastes still heavy on his tongue, David licked that portion of Georgia's hand not sunk into the clinging depths of her pussy. Like a cat at a delicious bowl of heavy cream, David cleaned up whatever leakage of female juices were then available, feasting even more heartily as Georgia began to slowly withdraw her soaked fingers from the pit between her shapely legs.
"Eat me, stud," Georgia groaned, her hand finally coming free, giving David's lips ready access to the sexual mouth punctuating the meeting place of Georgia's smooth thighs.
"Sure, baby, sure," David promised, his lips moving within Georgia's brown pubic hair. "I'll eat you good. Good, baby . . . real good. And then I'll have this little cunt of yours spasming like sixty on my fucking tongue, getting all juiced up for the feel of the real thing. And you know how you're going to like the real thing, don't you, baby? Don't you?"
"Oh, yesssss!" Georgia moaned, her ass screwing itself deeper int the bed before her hips arched her cunt upward in an effort to slip her pussy completely over David's darting tongue.
"Hot bitch!" David said, reaching his hands to Georgia's hot cunt, his fingers aiming upward toward the woman's hipbones, his thumbs hooking on the moist edges of Georgia's pouting pussy mouth.
Several mirrors on the wall, including the one giving viewing space from the linen closet crawl space beyond the wall, reflected back the sensuous tableau of David going down on Georgia's pussy.
Georgia's voluptuous body appeared white upon the bed, punctuated by the brown thatch of curly pubic hair between her legs, as well s by the round, button-like areole that capped each full-blown breast. The woman's face, flushed with building ecstasy, was startlingly attractive, framed as it was by Georgia's lush brown hair. The woman's brown eyes were dilated beneath thick lashes and well-defined brows. Her slightly upturned nose had a short run of freckles across its bridge. The woman's wide mouth was covered with a pale red lipstick which had gone wet and glistening from the flicking of Georgia's thick tongue.
Little could be seen in the mirror of David's ruggedly handsome features. His mouth had gone to a sudden leech-like resting on Georgia's cunt mouth, his nose resting on the crack, his forehead pressing against
Georgia's lower belly. His blue-green eyes were shut, his long blond lashes resting against Georgia's sweaty flesh.
"Baby, baby, baby!" Georgia grunted, moving her hands into David's blond hair, combing the silky strands and finally anchoring her fingertips firmly against David's scalp. "You do know how to show a lady one hell of.. . ah . . . yessss . . . good . . . good . . . time."
David used his handhold on Georgia's groin to push her cunt open wider, his tongue flicking into the breach to go wet on Georgia's pussy juices.
David hunched his lower body upward, coming more to a kneeling position. In the mirror, David's back was a long, low bowing that began at David's head on Georgia's cunt and terminated in the twin muscular mounds of the man's golden buttocks.
"Jesus . . . Jesus," Georgia groaned, her body going helpless with little jerks as David's mouth worked over her vagina.
David's tongue played continuously over Georgia's cunt, darting in and out between the pink and glistening cuntal folds, simultaneously stealing liquid and adding saliva moisture of his own.
Occasionally David's tongue would move in on Georgia's clitoris, dragging taste buds over it, the resulting chafing causing Georgia to squeal in delight as lashes of pleasure resulted to bathe her perspiration-sheened body.
David's heavy balls hung from the base of his thick prick, blond scrotal hair brushing against the finer hair covering the inner surface of David's muscular thighs.
David's prick jutted upward from his healthy, cum-bulged balls, its fist-like head pressed into the indent made by David's navel in the man's wash-boarded belly. David's cock mouth continued to leak copious pre-seminal juices some of which caught in the blond hair that haloed the man's belly button, the rest of which drooled downward along the impressive slopes of David's cock corona and onward to slick the truncheon-like shaft of the man's healthy penis.
Using his thumbs, David pushed Georgia's pussy slicing even further open. David pulled his head back, his eyes open to see the delectable pink folds that were exposed. Georgia's clitoris stood out in relief like a small man in the bow of a boat. David's tongue darted out, punching the clitoris and sending it into vibrations like a miniature tuning fork.
"Oh, baby. Oh, baby. Oh, baby," Georgia chanted, her ass grinding into the bed, her breasts jiggling on her rib cage, her flesh tingling with her ecstasy to be had from the playful beating Georgia's sexual teat was enduring beneath the expertise of David's tongue. "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, Jesus, ohhhhhhhhh."
David knew Georgia was getting off on his tongue-fuck. Hell, he had gone down on enough women to know when they were shuddering in orgasm. He held tight to Georgia's spasming body, lovingly using his tongue and his mouth to make Georgia's climax as good as he could. However, when he felt the woman's sexual moment in ebb, he decided he had deprived himself of pleasure for just about as long as he was going to be able to do so. After all, he had been ready and willing to plug this bitch's hole right out there in the living room, and he had somehow managed to keep free far more minutes now than most men would have been able to do. Besides, he had done his good deed, proved to another horny broad that he wasn't just a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy. He had let little Georgia here get her jollies off on his tongue; so, now it was time David's prick saw some action.
"You ready, baby, for the big time?" David asked, rearing back and letting Georgia's cunt collapse in on itself, a thin line of wet juices flowing along the closed pussy mouth.
David came all of the way to his knees, dropping his large right hand down to take hold of his erect and blood-bloated penis. He twisted his fist first to the right and then to the left, wringing thick, translucent liquid out of his cock mouth. Using the spatula-like heel of his thumb, David smeared the new juices to join with the wetness already slicking his prick.
In the mirrors along the walls, David's chest and belly were played back, reproducing a man who was obviously in peak physical condition. His pectorals carved rectangular designs, punctuated by dime-sized nipples, and divided by a serated cleavage that opened up on a rippled abdominal plain. David's chest was almost completely hairless except for a decided line that passed down along the valley of his chest cleavage and then continued onward over his belly. The hair sprouted to pubic profusion at the more definite veeing of his thighs. The hair was golden, in places gone white in its blondness.
"Yea, baby, take a good look at what I've got ready for that tongue-fucked cunt of yours," David said, his right fist giving an additional corkscrewing motion that leaked even more juices. "It's going to go plugging so deep up that moist vagina of yours that you're going to feel it shoving your guts to one side just before it pushes its pulpy head right into the base of your pretty, swan-like throat."
"Fuck me, you shit!" Georgia moaned, helplessly dropping both hands to her cunt to take up the massage where David's tongue had left off. She was ready-JESUS, WAS SHE READY!-for each and every phallic inch that David had to give her. She WANTED his cock buried so deep up her cunt that its vein-latticed length was thrusting aside her guts. She WANTED the illusion that David's massive prick had penetrated all of the way through her belly and into her throat. Her orgasms (one on her hand, the other on David's tongue) had been good; but, Georgia knew she was destined for even better. Oh, it was great getting off on playful fingers; and, it was great orgasming on a guy's experienced tongue; but, where some women actually preferred finger-fucking or tongue-fucking, Georgia had yet to find anything to come close to equaling the pure, unadulterated enjoyment to be had from big, blood-engorged male prick. And, David had one hell of a big, blood-engorged penis just waiting to give Georgia just what the woman and David wanted, didn't he?
"Stick it in, stud," Georgia begged, her own fingers pulling her sticky cunt lips open to show David's cock the wet-warm pinkness awaiting violation. "Fuck my pussy like it has never been fucked before."
"Cop cock up cop pussy; is that what you want, honey?" David asked, knowing that if he didn't stick his cock in damned fast he would be risking one hell of an acute case of blue balls. "Cop cock blasting cop cum into spasming cop vagina?"
"Come on, bastard," Georgia urged, her hips grinding in an obscene but sexy roll that caused visible cunt membranes to stick and then come unglued, wet lubricating juices trailing between them.
"Want it, don't you, bitch?" David asked, knowing the answer. When, in fact, it didn't much really matter whether Georgia wanted it or not. What mattered now was only that David wanted to give it to her. And, by God, he was going to do just that!
David released his handhold on his stiff prick. He leaned forward, collapsing his muscled chest atop Georgia's nippled breasts. He felt those pimply, thumb-tack buds of hardness as they chafed against David's smaller nipples. David mated his wash-boarded belly with Georgia's softer one. He slid up along Georgia's front until the head of his cock burrowed in the brown pubic hair furring Georgia's lower belly.
All of his weight suddenly pressing down on the woman, David slid his right hand down along Georgia's flank. He lifted slightly, running his right hand in beneath his belly. His index finger found the moist opening of Georgia's pussy and inserted to make sure David had indeed located the target area.
"Give me your cock, bastard!" Georgia groaned, announcing that David's finger was up her cunt but was no longer enough for her.
"Sure as hell, you're going to get cock, bitch!" David told her. Keeping his index finger up Georgia's crack, David's thumb and little finger extended back to contact the wet head of David's cock and guide it to the slicing of female sexuality within the shielding brown pubic hair.
"Fuck it to me, stud!" Georgia begged, wanting David's cock, needing David's cock. She actually had herself believing that if she didn't soon get the feel of David's erect meatiness plowing her guts, she would go mad from having been denied it. "Come on, bastard. Come on. Jesus H. Christ, come on!"
So, David gave it to her. He socked his prick in so hard and so fast that it actually took Georgia's breath away. The woman's mouth came shooting open. Her eyes rolled back to show their whites.
"My God!" Georgia bellowed, her body now seemingly filled to capacity.
"I'll fuck it to you all right," David said, grinding his hard prick into place, his words exiting through passion-gritted teeth. "I'll fuck you like you've . . . never . . . fucking . . . been . . . fucked . . . before!"
David pulled his hips up, bringing most of his recently buried cock inches out to the opening of Georgia's cunt. He then, with hardly a pause, rammed his prick home once again.
"Uggghhheeeiiii!" Georgia squealed, somehow finding her voice. True to David's promise, it seemed to Georgia as if the man's cock had penetrated her in-sides to the point of having plugged into the base of the woman's throat.
David gave another tug that brought a good portion of his sexual sword free of Georgia's clutching pussy scabbard. The downward motion that violently inserted his hard inches caused David's cum-ballooned balls to slap obscenely against Georgia's ass. The resulting pleasure/pain oozed upward into David's lower belly and sunburst its warmth into David's guts.
"Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck!" David voiced, each word signaling either a withdrawal or an insertion of his hard cock. "Fuck . . . fuck . . . Jesus . . . goddamn . . . fuck!"
Georgia was wiggling like a fish out of water, gaffed on some monstrously phallic hook. She had been speared so quickly and savagely, and David had moved into his screwing momentum with such brutal speed, that Georgia wasn't quite yet really certain just what was happening to her. She was only acutely aware of a strange combination of pleasure and pain which was the direct result of her sexual membranes being battered to mush by the incessant pile-driving force of David's cock inside of her.
David dropped both of his hands down between Georgia's sweaty ass cheeks and the bed. His large fingers cupped upward, going claw-like in the soft swells of the woman's buttocks. He used his holds to pull Georgia's pelvis even tighter against his own. As he did so, David ground his prick more firmly into place, raising up slightly so that his cock back was twisting directly against the sensitive nub of Georgia's clitoris. David could feel the hardness of Georgia's swollen sexual stalactite biting into the man's sensitive penis flesh.
"Ugh . . . ugh . . . ugh!" Georgia grunted, unable to muster up any words that were even vaguely decipherable. She was simply temporarily beyond speaking intelligently, thrust to new heights of enjoyment on David's prick as that prick withdrew once again to its fist-sized head and then plugged once again inside of Georgia to the point where David's scrotum was mushrooming within the crease of Georgia's ass.
"Feels good, doesn't it, bitch?" David asked, knowing that it sure as hell did feel good. He knew well enough when his fucking was thrusting some broad into a real fit of ecstasy. And Georgia here was well on her way to floating away on Cloud Nine.
And, it was good for David, too, wasn't it? But then, there was no question at all that it would be good, was there? Not to take anything away from Georgia, who was one hell of a nice piece of ass, David would have had a good time fucking any cunt available, since he had been keyed to fever pitch by the shoot-out earlier that evening. There was nothing David had ever found to get him sexually psyched up like a little bit of good old-fashioned danger. As soon as the adrenaline started pumping through his system, David's cock went as stiff as a goddamned two-by-four. And that evening, the first bullet hadn't even been fired before David had felt his snake-like prick throbbing to life within his pants.
"Give it to me, fucker!" Georgia bellowed, finally having found her voice. Her legs came up off the bed and hooked David's fucking body. Her ankles locked in the small of David's back, using gained leverage to swing Georgia's lower body up to meet every violent downward stroking of David's prick into Georgia's pulsating pussy. "Jesus . . . give it.. . give it. . . give it!"
And David continued to be only too happy to oblige. When he fed his cock up Georgia's spasming cuntal sleeve, he gave all that he had-which was one hell of a lot when one considered that David's erect cock measured in close to a foot in length; and, its girth was of such a dimension that not even David's large right hand was able to successfully join thick thumb tip to fingertip around the bulky circumference. Yet, that total length and beefy roundness was completely swallowed by Georgia's cunt tube each and every time David's hips jerked downward and David's hard belly ground to a stop against Georgia's soft abdomen.
Granted, the cock-in-cunt fit was a tight one. But David's prick had a way of filling even the loosest of pussies. Of course, when a vagina was initially tight in the bargain (like Georgia's here), then there was only an additional pleasure to be had from an screwing. The snugness was accompanied by a certain drag of cuntal membrane that clung to the moving prick, sliding only at the last possible moment and then doing so in such a way as to burn a delicious frictional heat that made the cock seem poker-like within a raging furnace.
Not only that, but each outward slide of David's cock caused Georgia's cunt insides to threaten turning inside out. And the sudden push of David's prick into those same soft-wet cuntal folds threatened to cause Georgia's pussy to cave in on itself, suctioned as it was by the streamlining passage of David's hearty cock inches into the deepest vaginal depths.
"Yes . . . yes . . . , " Georgia moaned out in sexual bliss, wanting more and getting her wish. "Oh, Jesus, God . . . hump my cunt . . . you stud . . . you, Jesus, stud!"
"Cop cock," David groaned. "Cop . . . cop . . . cop cock." And, he was thinking of how a bullet had come so close to him that evening that he had heard its whine in his ear, had felt its breath as it passed by his cheek. And, his cock had gotten even harder in his pants at the time because of the nearness of that death-dealing projectile, hadn't it?
And had it been because of the very danger inherent within the job of police work which had caused David to become a policeman in the first place?
"Beautiful," Georgia breathed, her voice trailing off into a low-moaning mewl. And, she rolled her ass on the bed, moving her cunt around David's fucking cock that was plugging it.
The room was full of sexual sounds. Not only the grunts and the groans of the two participants, but also other noises like the suction-like responses to sweaty flesh meeting and then coming apart, or the slapping of naked belly against naked belly, or the slurpy gurglings of juices stirred to a froth up Georgia's cunt and then vacuumed out on the trail of David's exiting penis, or the squeak of the bedsprings as David rode harder and faster within the pelvic saddle offered by Georgia's uplifted legs.
Each sound was an audio aphrodisiac only keying both David and Georgia to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure.
Muscles tensed inside of David's superbly chiseled body, pushing outward through softly bronzed flesh. Pectorals, abdominals, biceps and triceps pumped full of blood. Ass muscles dimpled, causing ass cheeks to cave inward along their mutually shared crease, each time David's hips fell to bury his prick to his balls up Georgia's accepting body.
"Oh, God . . . God . . . God!" Georgia mumbled, fucked by David's plowing cock to the verge of orgasm. She ran her hands down along David's muscled flanks, her fingers clamping into the hard flesh of David's ass cheeks. She squeezed, her hips swinging upward so that her pussy sleeve could once again completely ensheathe David's total prick length. "Oh, Jesus . . . fucking . . . God!"
And, David felt Georgia going off beneath him. He felt her cuntal membranes collapse in a death-like stranglehold around his inserted hard-on. He felt the resulting orgasmic vibrations that trembled the length and the circumference of Georgia's vaginal pussy tube.
David ground his total phallic meatiness into
Georgia as far as it would go. His friction-ballooned prick went even more solid inside its sexual container, swelling cock hardness pushing outward on the wet-pink folds of female tissue wrapping David's cock like cellophane wrapping an all-day sucker.
David's scrotum was no longer flaccid, no longer dropped low from the base of his prick. It had, in fact, been pulled up tightly to the roots of his thick prick, drawn so closely to David's trunk-like phallic mass that both of his balls seemed almost returned to those cavities from which they had dropped upon David's arrival at puberty.
"Fuck meeeeeeee!" Georgia squealed, her guts in eruption, her body forced into a series of massive cataclysmic shudders that were so superior to what she had known on her own fingers or on David's tongue that the sensations actually weren't even comparable.
David gave a final withdrawal, pulling his prick free to its purplish cock head. He then rammed his cock home one final time and left it there, his balls mushrooming against the dark strip of flesh that connected the lower vee of Georgia's cunt to her ass hole.
"Take it!" David commanded, no doubt in his mind that Georgia was more than willing to do just that. 'Take my . . . goddamn . . male cock cream . . . up your.. .cop.. .cunt.. .cop.. .Jesus.. .cunt.. .take it. . . cunt.. . cunt.. . cunt.. . take it.. . Take It.. . FUCKING-A, TAKE IT!"
And David's testicles, having finally been forced into containing far more sperm than they were capable of holding, let go their loads. Rich, ropy streamers of thick male cum blasted up through the hard cock David had pressed full-depth into Georgia's pussy. Gushes of wet-warm sperm exited David's pulsing cock mouth and draped glistening pink pussy membranes in gelatinous curtains.
"DROWN ME, STUD!" Georgia bellowed, hardly caring that her soundings of ecstasy were loud enough and forceful enough to carry to Diana who was several walls and several closed doors away. "SHOOT ME FULL . . . FULL . . . JESUS . . . FULL!"
And David thought for sure he was doing just that. Even he was surprised by the seeming gallons of scalding cum that continued to pulse out of his body and into Georgia's hungry cunt.
The opaque sexual magma filled Georgia's sex cavity; and, finding nowhere else to go, it backed up along David's prick and came oozing outward to form a pearly halo around the base of David's plugged prick. Some of the wetness caught in the pubic hair growing around the roots of David's penis, some of it caught in the brown fur that was fuzzing the mouth of Georgia's cock-plugged pussy.
"AAAAAGGGGG HHHHHHUUUUNNNN GG-GGHHHH!" David groaned as the last delicious spasm rumbled through him, jerking his lower body to stir his prick up Georgia's cunt like a pharmacist often turned a thick phallic pestle inside a mortar.
The only sounds in the room were the sudden breathless heaves for air as the young man and the young woman finally began to return from the never-never land into which their pleasures had momentarily thrust them.