Chapter 6
Now she was getting so hot inside her ass that her asscheeks were moving instinctively in an uncontrollable fashion.
At first her body had quivered ever so slightly from those hot ass stabs which his tongue generated enthusiastically.
Now her entire body was in rapid movement as the tongue efforts he put forward began to gather more momentum.
He was flicking that hot tongue of his around inside her, stabbing with hot, penetrating movements.
He continued to thrust that tongue vigorously inside that hot ass.
The faster he worked it around, and the quicker he let it slide around every torrid crevice of her ass, the more vigorously her body began to move in instinctive reaction to those hot, sustained actions.
The hot, bolting stabs were getting her so hot that she felt about ready to orgasm.
While he had been sucking her asshole, Ben had received a stirring cock suck from April.
She knew just how to get him hot. She started by sucking the tip of his cock, just the way that David Craig had requested that Ingrid suck him.
After she worked him into a frenzied level of activity from using that method, she maneuvered her tongue around his entire dong, slipping the tongue up and down the base of his lengthy prong.
Now she was maneuvering that tongue just as fast as she could. And while she was stroking his lengthy penis, she was permitting her fingers to roam ever so ex-
citedly over his hot balls.
As for Ingrid, her legs were now trembling with great passion. He was doing such an excellent job of running that flaming red tongue of his around her hot, moist red twat, that she could hardly hold back the passionate enthusiasm that was contained inside her snatch.
She would have to shoot soon, and he was determined to taste every drop of her hot juice.
Back and forth that tongue maneuvered, and finally Ingrid could hold back no more.
"Look out, catch the juice, I'm shooting, baby, I'm really shooting, I can't hold back any more. It's fantastic. Oh, the way you suck me. It's too much, just too much, oh, oh," she sighed.
At that point the pussy juice shot out of the end of her mound and inside the waiting mouth of Ben.
He was delighted at the prospect of being able to eat her snatch.
She straightened her body up and released her box from his tongue.
"Wow, was that ever great!" she said.
"Then why are you stopping? Why don't you slip that ass right back here? I'd like to suck your snatch again."
"I suppose that you could do that."
"Of course. There's no need to stop after one orgasm."
"I guess you're right."
"You see, you're just not used to dealing with sex maniacs like me," he laughed.
She slipped her ass back in place and his hot tongue began to thrust out magnificently, giving her pussy some more torrid action.
While all of that was happening, he was getting that much closer to shooting from the hot tongue stabs that April was directing toward his cock.
With each and every piercing stab he pushed that much closer to the big moment of climax.
Back and forth that tongue of hers circulated with great dedication. It reminded her of those wild, uninhibited months in which she had enjoyed wild sex with Ben on many occasions.
But Ben then left her life, and Ingrid entered it. It had been torture during those months that she was turned on with Ingrid, but could not bring herself to tell her young roommate.
Now everything was fitting into place beautifully. Ben was back, and Ingrid was enjoying sex with her.
As the drilling continued, she could tell from the way his body was twisting and turning that he was just about set to let his juices fly.
His balls were inflated with great passions, ready to explode.
Now he was thrusting his tongue around inside Ingrid's box once more. And he was driving her quickly toward a second climax.
She shot her second load inside his mouth, and as he gobbled up her juices, he could feel the itchy passions within his body getting set to explode.
The hot tongue movements continued, and soon he released his tongue from Ingrid's box.
Ingrid straightened her sexy body and watched him. His face contorted with great excitement as the torrid passions within him were set to unleash themselves.
"Oh, I'm there," he gasped.
Ingrid watched as the hot, white sperm began to shoot out of the end of his huge cock.
It flooded the mouth of April, who was eager to receive every bit of it.
She gobbled it with great enthusiasm, after which she released her tongue from his cock.
"Fd love to shove my cock into Ingrid's cunt! How does that sound to everybody?"
"I suppose I could handle that," Ingrid said with a grin.
Ingrid was a little nervous about having her cunt penetrated by Ben, but she soon worked her way into the mold.
She stretched her body out on the rug, and he stood above her and admired her.
He had to admit that she was constructed as beautifully as any woman he had ever seen. If anything, she was built even better than April.
Her hips were trim and supple, her waist was thin, and her breasts were smooth and voluptuous.
He not only wanted to fuck her. He wanted to allow his fingers the latitude of roaming all over her lovely form.
He lowered his body onto the rug.
He ran his fingers over her breasts. As his fingers massaged the smooth crevices of flesh, his heart began to pound eagerly.
The fingers manipulated over her hot breasts, and his breathing became considerably heavier than before.
Those breasts were so smooth and firm that he was thrown into ecstatic passion.
Now his fingers continued to toy with her tits, and he allowed his cock to enter inside her mound.
Now he was thrusting away eagerly, allowing that prick to move passionately inside her box.
Back and forth his body moved with great vigor.
Back and forth his spear rotated. He was penetrating her with every ounce of passion that he could expend.
She was swept away in a blaze of sexual glory.
"Oh darling, shoot inside me," Ingrid said. "I want your hot cock to shoot inside my mound. I want to feel it in me, I want to feel all of it in me. I want you to shoot. I want it all in me. Oh, I can hardly wait. I can hardly wait."
"You're not going to have to wait for long," he said. "I'm just about there. Just a few more strokes and I'll be there. Oh, are you hot. You are wonderful to fuck, best fuck a guy could find. Oh, hang in there."
"Oh, I wouldn't think of going anywhere now," Ingrid laughed.
"Come on, fuck me, fuck that cunt, fuck me good."
"You're not as bashful now as when I came in here," Ben laughed. "You catch on fast, honey.
"Hang in there honey. This is it, this is it. Catch my juices," he said.
He let out a loud and prolonged sigh and a few seconds later the hot penetrating juices shot out of the end of his flaming stick and into her mound.
"Oh, it feels so good, it feels so wonderful, it feels so great to be fucked by you," he said.
They continued fucking for the next two hours. Ingrid became delirious under the passionate grandeur of the wild sexual activity.
As she let her inhibitions go, she was finding it so much easier to enjoy herself in every conceivable way.
When Ingrid went to sleep that night, long after Ben had left, long after the passions had vanished, she began to think about herself.
She wondered just how far she would go when it came to letting her passions be her yardstick for human contact.