Chapter 5

Tod received a call from his dealer later, telling him that a meeting had been arranged with some people to discuss the possibilities of his supplying some drugs. He explained carefully that all he was interested in was hash and marijuana, not big business and certainly not with the establishment.

His contact told him to take it up at the meeting, but at the same time not to expect any special favors. He didn't.

He told Mary about the arrangements and she expressed some worries. What if he was getting involved with the wrong kinds of people? It was one thing to deal on the street, and get supplies from friends, but when he became involved with a whole set-up, wouldn't that mean trouble?

He really didn't know exactly what he was getting into, but he promised to keep his eyes open and his mouth shut until he was sure it was the right thing to do. He sure didn't ever want to become part of the underground. All he wanted was to increase the volume of business that he handled. What was so difficult about that?

The night before the meeting, he had a small party at Mary's place. By the time everyone was there, the place was packed. There must have been at least fifteen couples, sprawled in various places, listening to music or dancing tightly on the floor. Others simply spread themselves over whatever furniture was available and began to screw.

Tod glanced around and caught a couple slipping into the back room, dropping their clothes behind them as they went. By the time they were almost out of sight, two bare asses shone in the shadows.

It was a glorious party, and Mary acted like the perfect hostess. Her bare pants outfit was the hit of the evening, and she waltzed about making sure that everyone was happy. The hash pipe was constantly filled and the entire place was filled with a mixture of heavy pot smoke and the lighter tobacco smells that wafted up from cigarettes. He had to cough away the thick smoke and worked his way to the back room, wanting to open a window and clear the air.

As Tod entered the room, he stumbled over the naked couple he had seen previously. There they were, occupying the bed, their arms and legs entwined in a classic lovers' pose. Tod paused above them, watching the thrusting grunting motions they made, and then he opened the window, letting a cold breeze in.

"Hey, that's cold."

It was the girl, a young pretty thing, who wiped away a wisp of blonde hair from her face and squinted at him in the dim light.

"Sorry, but the smoke's killing us in there. I'll close it again in a minute or so. Don't let me bother you."

He leered down at her tiny tits, watching them strike erect positions on her thin chest. She was small and delicately built. Her face was angular, like one of the worn out model types that graced so many magazines and TV screens.

"Say, Tod, come on in, the action's great."

This time it was the man, and the invitation sounded too good to be true.

Tod glanced down again, trying to figure out just who it was that would invite him to share his lay. Mark Ryan sat up, his enormous frame making itself obvious on the bed.

"Sure. Why not."

Tod was never one to turn down a good thing, especially when the price was right. He stood straight and tall, trying to get his size near that of Mark, but it was impossible. The combination of the giant male and the tiny female made Tod almost laugh, as he came closer to the bed. They moved apart and he shifted into place, his bare skin touching human flesh both front and back.

They were all snuggling under the open window, the breeze raising goose bumps along their backs, and he knew what the chick had meant when she said it was chilly. Tod reach up and slammed the window shut.

"Fuck the smoke ... it's freezing."

The girl moved up next to Tod and from behind his pot-clouded mind, he knew he had made a fortunate move in coming into the room. Tod didn't even care if Mary spotted him. He had never made any claims on her, and all the time they had lived together, neither of them had ever assumed that they were anything other than physical lovers. He held no ties to her, and expected the same treatment.

Mark exploded unexpectedly with laughter. His cackling motions shook them all, and Tod paused just on the verge of kissing the pretty blonde.

"Say man, let's figure out an interesting combination. OK with you love?"

He motioned towards the girl and she nodded her head in agreement. She was as stoned as the rest of them, and he saw her dilated pupils seemingly expand even more as Mark knelt about them, his bear-like figure almost taking up the entire bed.

He leaned over Tod, his strong arms grazing his chest, as he lifted the slim figure. Then she was between them, and Tod had to turn to get close again. His cock was growing by leaps and bounds and he felt it stiffen as he lodged it tight against her ass cheeks.

She was almost all skin and bones, unlike most chicks that Tod had fucked. Her skinny figure was all angles and sharpness. He tried to get comfortable behind her, but all there was of her got in his way.

"Hold on Mark. I'm very uncomfortable. This won't work."

Tod's doped mind spun for an answer to the sexual dilemma. He had to please everybody without creating a jealousy that could blow the whole deal.

Tod had never before tried a multiple fuck, and even though he might have preferred to have two women involved instead of two men, he was happy for the chance to explore this new erotic stuff. He was sure it would be exhilarating.

"Listen, honey. Can you take us both at once? I mean, we don't want to hurt you, do we Mark? You are quite small. So here's my idea.

"Lay back and you can use that pretty mouth on me. Then Mark can do a job from behind and everyone will get their fill."

He chuckled at his own obscure joke and lay flat on his back, letting his proud tool wave in the air.

The girl didn't say a word, but everything he had to know showed clearly in her eyes. In a flash she was on him, her mouth sucking at his joint, her hand cupping his balls, massing them and trying to stuff them into her mouth.

She stuck her skinny ass into the air as she jerked over his joint. Tod felt her slowly revolving around his cock, while her ass jiggled invitingly in front of Mark. The bed shook as the big man climbed to his hands and knees. His cock was enormous. Tod watched him from the corner of his eye, amazed at the prodigious length and width of the tool.

He snuggled up close to the sucking female and tickled her back and ass with his protruding tongue. Tod thought he was going to slit her ass apart and mangle her insides with that long hose. Instead, he reached under her spread legs and worked his fingers in her blonde cunt hairs. Then he slipped a working finger into her pussy and twirled it about like a drill.

The girl moaned from the full mouth and Tod thought for a moment that she was going to be forced to spit out his prick. But she held on and continued sucking on it while Mark warmed her cunt.

Tod felt the delicate fingers climbing back and forth on his cock and he closed his eyes, letting the drug and the sex work together. They produced an incredible mixture of richness that filled his every pore. He couldn't contain it all in his brain and it spilled over into his nerves. Tod felt like a prince, being waited on by his slave, having his balls and cock washed by mouth, and then getting an exquisite blow-job by a series of hard-sucking.

Tod opened his eyes again and was glad to see Mark had exchanged his finger for his long hard prick. He had shoved his mammoth rod deep into the female opening, and was busy screwing it around in the slimy juices while he he was glad to be a part of it all.

Then, suddenly, he spotted a figure in the doorway, staring at them. It moved closer and he made out Mary's silhouette, clearly in the dark room.

Tod was momentarily worried that she would interrupt the actions, but she leaned close to his face and held up a finger to her smiling lips. Then she undressed rapidly, her clothing falling silently on the floor.

In another moment she was straddling Tod's face, lowering herself over his mouth, her sweet smelling cunt, coming closer and closer to his face. She had blocked out his view of the sexual proceedings, but it didn't matter. All that counted now was to work his tongue far into that inviting trap and get Mary heavily involved in the multiple act.

She shimmied herself down, until her pubic hairs brushed his nose and then he was able to send his tongue into her wide open twat. She leaned back, giving him a good shot at her cunt, and he was joined to two women at once.

No one stopped anything, while the group expanded, and Mark and the blowing chick seemed unaware of Mary's presence. They simply kept up what they had been doing. The only difference was that they were working faster and harder, turning on the steam to get their sexual kicks.

Now the scene was set. Mark was at the tail end, his long tool handed far into the girl's cunt, while she sucked heartily on Tod's cock and he tongued Mary's damp spot. It was glorious. In all his dreams he had never really expected to find himself surrounded by so much moving softness, so much quivering female flesh.

His hands roamed at will. First they came up and stroked the girl's back, and then they flitted to Mary's two large jugs, fingering her nipples and feeling the fat tips expanding as he pressed them.

His cock was getting a work out. The tip was far down the girl's throat and he couldn't understand how she could keep from gagging.

But she managed OK. She worked it back and forth in her moving jaws and Tod began working his hips in counterpoint, thrusting and withdrawing so as to feel the goodness cover every inch of his prick as it moved around in her mouth.

Tod's prick was big and hard and the softness of the working mouth soothed the bulging joint. It was warm and wet inside her mouth, and he wanted nothing more than to stay there until the world ended, just feeling her was doing a masterful job on him. He was getting closer to the time to come and although it would be wonderful to explode like shooting stars into her jaws, but he wanted to prolong the erotic agony until Mary was ready, and until Mark made his own passionate move. Maybe they could somehow all come together in a giant whooping release of sexual spunk.

Tod could feel Mark's thrust working inside the girl, and every firm movement he made, pushed the sucking girl to climb up higher on his body. Then when Mark relaxed, she would slide back down a bit, making sure that the cock was still firmly in place.

Mary was moving fast now, her hands running along Tod's face, as her hips pumped open and shut, making her cunt shake with the warmth of her filling lubrication. The sticky substance began to drip into his mouth and he swallowed load after load of the sweet tasting fluid. He ran his tongue along her inner walls, feeling them contract as he touched the tender spots. Then he worked the point of his tongue high up into her hidden fold of flesh, letting it wander inside the delicate place until it slapped against her clit. The hard knob of female flesh jiggled as he pressed his tongue into it. Mary shifted and nearly raised herself completely from position as the sensational feeling flooded her channel.

Mark grunted far down at the foot of the bed and jerked faster. His hands were slapping the girl's ass now, and she moaned in mock pain behind her nipping teeth. Those teeth were making a chattering motion along Tod's cock, trying to draw his sweet nectar from it. He wanted to help now. There was no reason to hold back. Fuck them all. If they couldn't come that was their problem, but he was ready.

Tod twisted his ankles tightly together, stiffening his legs, shoving all his attention down deep into his crotch, trying to make the prick that was deep in the girl's wet crevice sputter and shoot. She sensed his eagerness and began cupping his balls again, working her fingers delicately over the full balls and then down into his hair-covered ass-hole. Slim fingers delved between his cheeks and he felt a digit trying to get inside his shit hole.

Everything was whirling faster now. He was all sex-power, and stabbed into Mary's cunt with his tongue while she spun on his face. She was making his nose fill her cavity as well, and he couldn't resist snuffing it a few times. Then he gasped for breath and pulled it free. But his tongue was still more than active.

Mark let go with a loud groan and that signalled the beginning of the end for his pent-up cream. He shook his large body and slowly drew his cock back before slamming it deeper than ever. The girl winced from the attack and steadied herself for the upcoming climax.

Tod felt everyone stiffen at once. It was really weird. They were all somehow together. He could read everyone's thoughts and they all spelled 'come.' It was time. Tod shuddered as his cock began waving furiously in the steaming mouth. His tongue reached far into the hot cunt and Mary stood still before resuming her revolving motions. She too was on the verge. Mark was stroking frantically, calling out a series of curses to let everyone know.

They were joined somehow in spirit as well as body. They were all meshed into the wildest fucking union imaginable. There wasn't one part missing, as they shifted gears and progressed to the highest level of all. They came.

The universal fuck flowed out to drench all sexes together. Tod was mindless with the feeling. It was as though he had somehow gone beyond the experience. Most likely it was the drug, but it didn't matter. His body really felt the timeless moment he hung on to while coming.

Then it ended. Slowly they all wound down to a soft whimpering kind of love. One that allowed them all to savor the full delights of each other's fine human flesh. Fingers were free to caress as they wished. Somehow all their bodies were strictly for sharing. Nothing mattered except to give-and through giving, to receive.

Looking back to that night Tod felt sure it was his last day of innocence. Althoughhe would never had considered himself naive, he knew nothing of the intricate pattern that would in some small way become evident the following day. On and on he went with the passionate play, heedless of anything except his own lust.

Tod's face became freed from Mary's dripping pussy and he lifted himself from his reclining position. Slowly he helped the silent girl from her still slurping stance at his sensitive prick. And Mark climbed down from his pile-driving place.

After that, the rest of the party was a drag. Anything else would have been a downer. When the party finally ended, about two in the morning, and Mary led him wearily to their stained bed, he was glad to think about sleep. But gaining the physical state was easier in his mind than in his body. He lay on his back, thinking in a steady stream.

Mary was next to him, and although he was very aware of her soft figure, he wasn't interested in fucking. Not really. Although he knew that if she turned to him and began playing with his cock, he'd respond automatically. That too would be nice. But there was something more that he had do that night. Tomorrow might be too late.

Tod didn't know why then, but he felt a premonition about the meeting scheduled for the next day. It could be very important to his future lifestyle. He knew that and knew that it might force him somehow to come to some basic decisions about how he was living. He was determined to do the best thing possible, even if it might be dangerous.

Then he remembered that he couldn't always know what really was the best thing to do. His instincts had to show him. That was the key. It was something that he had decided one night a long time ago, and it was shortly thereafter that the had split from home. Maybe that's what the thoughts were trying to show him-that he would soon be moving again.

He was watching Mary and knowing that she wasn't asleep either. He guessed that she was lying there thinking about him, and about them as a partnership. He also guessed that he should say something to her.

It surprised him anyway when he began actually speaking to her.

"Mary, I'm wondering about tomorrow. Think it'll be all right?"

"What do you think?"

She threw the question back to Tod for resolution. Of course he was the one involved, so he would have to decide what to do.

"Oh, I guess I'll be able to handle myself ... But will it be the right thing to do? I mean ... get hooked up with a whole organized thing?"

"Well, Tod, you know your contact. I've never even met him. You really are the only one who can know anything about it. It probably won't be like dealing with small time. But that may not be bad."

Mary philosophized on the subject and turned to face him.

"I know. I guess it'll be cool. As long as I stick to what I want. If I can do it with them, O.K. If not ... well, I'll get by. I always have."

Mary rolled next to him and gently kissed his cheek. It was a very tender moment, and with a little mushy music, he would probably float away. He couldn't, though. Just like he couldn't decide what tomorrow would bring.

The future looked pretty unclear, and he thought that even insight wouldn't help explain what was to come. Mary was a bug on the occult, like so many chicks. It wasn't that she necessarily believed any of the supernatural things in the world were necessarily explained in any of the books she would read on the subject. But there at least the attempt was made.

"You can always go away. You really can Tod."

Mary was close to tears herself. Tod watched her face closely, his eyes piercing hers in the closeness of their dark space.

"I know, love ... I know."

That was one thing he had never doubted. He had trusted his instincts on that score, so if he could only believe his feelings when he was in the meeting the next day, he knew he would be all right.

It was all very logical, but still a knot of uncertainty lodged in his gut. He could just walk out if he was dissatisfied, couldn't he? What was the difference how you made your money? All property was theft anyhow.

That settled it in his mind, and he knew that if he could get the business set-up he wanted, he'd be in for it. The only thing that worried him then was whether he could get out once he was in. Only time would tell for sure.

Tod wanted to change the subject. He was tired of thinking about the unknown, and trying to make decisions before all the data was in. He'd simply have to wait until the meeting to see what would happen. It was strange that as soon as he attempted to begin thinking about a different subject, his head turned back to the upcoming session.

Tod tried again with more success.

"What did you really think of that orgy thing, tonight? Did you like it?"

He smiled as wickedly as he could manage.

"Yes ... didn't you: You seemed to enjoy yourself enough."

She returned his smile with a cocky look of her own. Tod had hit a nice subject and knew it. Mary could never resist making love, and if he wanted, they could soon begin again. But, still he wasn't sure that he really wanted to blot out his mind.

Oh, he had pretty much resolved to at least go to the meeting the next day to see what was possible. But beyond that, the question of his whole worldly existence hung in the balance. It was what he had actually left home in search of, and now after so many months of avoiding the old question, it was back in front of him. Would he find the right way?

Tod knew that he didn't want to go 'straight.' That was for certain. At least if it meant following a dull routine of office work, or getting invovled in things that were hopeless to effect. If he could at least get himself straightened out, then he knew he'd be able to make a small dent in the world's problems. At least he'd be on his way to being part of the solution.

His thoughts were somewhat jumbled, but still the overall message they gave was one that bordered on being downright practical. It seemed to come back to ethics, too. All the old virtues that are so often talked about, and so rarely put into practice began to flash across his mind as examples of the way to live. It would be wonderful to have all that, he thought. But how?

Once the 'what' of life had been answered he had to deal with the 'how.' How to commit the correct action to affect the desired change? Should he leave the city and go sit on a mountain top? Would that life-style of simple means suit him? Or would he be bored after a while? like so many other things seemed to be.

As far as he could remember he had easily become bored. Tod demanded constant change, and sought to actively bring it about. But what should the next change be? He knew that according to most deep schools of thought, and to the higher precepts of science as well, change was eternal. It was the only thing that was. But the underground?

Maybe he should simply keep up his present pattern of living, and be happy with the comforts he had. Tod knew that he had to be careful of the material goods he let accumulate. They could tempt him and trap him too. At least he wasn't totally without humility.

But wasn't the new change that he was about to confront a logical outgrowth of the present path he was following? As soon as he asked the question, he knew that the answer was no. Tod could choose not to go to the meeting. Or to stop dealing altogether.

The morbid thought put a sudden end to his rambling mind. He wanted to come back, all the way back to positive actions to enhance his life.

Maybe Mary and he should begin to do different things. About all they did when he wasn't dealing, was to smoke dope and fuck. Maybe they were rapidly becoming stale, and needed a new outlook. Should he go back to school? Absolutely not. Maybe they should travel. That had always appealed to him.

But something tugged at his mind, telling him that he could accomplish whatever spiritual goals he had in mind right where he was. All he had to do was apply himself, and commit the correct actions.

That brought it back to 'how,' once more. Mary looked at him. He rolled onto his back and then, in another attempt to get comfortable, settled his pillow down towards his shoulders, and closed his eyes. Maybe sleep would stop all his wondering and put him out of commission until the time came to act.

But his mind wasn't tired yet. It was a common phenomenon when he had smoked some pot too close to bedtime. Tod was simply too alert to shut his mind off. He rolled onto his stomach, clasping his hands under the pillow, drawing it beneath his body like a lover. Nothing was right.

Tod had always had some trouble sleeping, and usually it was about twenty minutes after hitting the bed before he could actually fall off. That night he turned from side to side for at least a half an hour, before Mary finally put a hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him.

"Slow down. Tod. Just try those breathing exercises. Slowly in ... slowly out."

Tod tried the deep breath, but that wasn't enough. Some day maybe he'd learn not to smoke before bed. But maybe it wasn't just the smoke that was bothering him. Perhaps he really had to go clear through to the end of the trail, figuring out what life-style was meaningful.

About the only thing he knew for sure was that it wasn't the money that attracted him to continue dealing. The best part about selling dope was that it took so little time to raise money. That left "all the rest of the day free, so he could do whatever he wanted. Not that he had any important plans just then. Just that he might decide to become creative and need all his time to cope with whatever project he hit upon.

"I'll be calm soon. It's just that ... well, I'm not really sure if I can talk about it exactly. But I do know that my head needs some more straightening. Only now I'm pretty sure I can get to my goal without jumping from place to place."

Tod was sorting his thoughts by talking to Mary. Maybe that would help.

"I know, Tod. I decided some time ago to stop searching for the right 'place.' Anyplace I am is right. I've figured that out finally, it's a good feeling to know that."

Mary was smoothing her hands over his back, softly rubbing away the tension that lodged between his shoulders.

"Still, Mary, I have some important things to decide. I guess the most important one is the right kind of action to take."

He was still confused about what to do. Would it never be straight?

"That's certainly the most difficult part. All we can do is live moment by moment."

Mary rubbed lower reaching the small of his naked back, and her hands felt smoothing and comforting.

"Intellectually I know all that. I do know that I can never really count on figuring out the absolutely best thing to do. All I can hope for is to be able to choose the best road when faced with whatever series of choices pop up at the appropriate time. I should leave it at that, and be satisfied with my logical thoughts."

Tod stopped and lay still, feeling the feminine fingers move still lower. They began to tease the slit of his ass, and he felt his groin stirring in spite of his best intentions to keep away from sex for a while.

"Does that make sense at all?"

"Yes, darling."

Mary's lingers trailed down into his crack, sending shivers along the back of his legs, forcing the hairs to stand up prickly and stiff. He shifted his weight.

His body turned towards Mary, forcing her hands away from his rear. She allowed them to fall slowly across his stomach, stopping when they nestled gently in his pubic hairs. The fingers tickled him and he laughed. That laughter spun through his brain, driving all his vague worries out. When Mary began to play like that, all he could concentrate on was her roaming fingers and the rich feelings that followed.

Her hands touched his cock. It was still coated with some flaking remains of the group fuck, and he felt her peel the stickiness from the head of his stiffening rod. There was something so sweet about the way she cared for his weapon. She rubbed it gently between her two hands, trying to rub some life back into it.

Tod knew that if they fucked, he would have absolutely no trouble sleeping. Just the mere physical exertion would make his body try for rest. That would be good. His mind would have to follow if the need for rest was strong enough.

Tod clasped his hands over Mary's, feeling her fingers grip his hardening meat. She worked hard and he released his hold, not wanting to interfere in the least. He listened to her light breathing, catching the rhythm and letting it take over. It was soft and delicate, like her hands.

Now he scrunched even closer to her. Mary lifted her leg and he slid his half-erect prick into the soft fleshy spot. She lowered her leg and trapped his rising hard-on. Then she pumped back and forth, making his prick rise higher with each tug. It was in the softest part of the body and he loved the feeling that flowed from her thighs.

Tod reached out for her tits and touched just the farthest jutting portion of her nipples. They were ripe and, simply waiting to be pressed. He made his move and felt the breasts jiggle behind the fat nipples. Mary moved closer and her tits brushed his hard chest. She moved faster, letting the outstretched tips scrape against his hairy front, letting the male-female contact drive feelings into both of them.

There was something so indescribably wonderful about the feeling that was produced by male-female friction. He was. hard put to define it, but her simply settled fully into the sex act, determined to enjoy the mounting passion.

Mary was writhing now as her own actions had produced the first drippings of lubrication into her tight snatch. Tod was constantly amazed by the tightness of her hole, and every time he plunged into those soft lips, he felt her snatch cling to his rod.

Mary rolled onto her back, releasing his prick to spring hard and full into the air. The covers were back, and they were naked together in the dark room. There was just enough light to make out the outline of her lush body, and he knew that she in turn would be able to make out his pulsing prick as he slid over next to her. He was on his back, waiting patiently for her to make another move.

Tod loved to he back, letting the woman work on his cock, feeling like she would want to break it off and stick it hard into her opening. He wanted Mary to mouth his prick, to wet it good and then to demand fast action at her cunt. Yes, he wanted nothing more that night except a quick fuck that would scale the heights of lust and exhaust him.

Mary knew what was needed and she leaned over him, letting her tongue work down his chest, lapping softly at first and then becoming more insistent as she neared his balls and cock. Her tongue and lips sucked and pulled on his flesh, making small wet circles as she approached the hard meat. Tod shunted up, not able to stand the teasing much longer. He clasped his hands around her head and directed her hungry mouth to his waiting rod. She gobbled the stiff meat and began an incredible lapping.

Mary worked on his balls with her dainty hands, trying to massage them while her mouth made wet love to his joint. He moved up into her jaws. His ass bounced on the bed and his hands searched for her hole.

It found the wet spot without difficulty, and two fingers slid in. The damp slit accepted his happy probing, and Mary set herself to move above them like a winding spring. He felt her squirming cunt against his hand, and the palm of his hand pressed tight against her flesh-covered clit.

Mary jumped as he massaged that sensitive spot. Her tender body shook as her inner juices piled up behind her groin. He wanted to unleash her full passionate fury, to feel it drench his fingers and then to dive headlong into that pit of lust and suck each dripping bit into his mouth. The whole idea of drinking Mary's come was to fill himself from her dripping hole. It made his cock feel even bigger inside those working, active lips.

He didn't want to wait. He moved quickly, thrusting her body back and climbing over her. His cock worked free from her mouth and she came after him, wanting it back, needing its thickness to satisfy her carnal hunger.

Tod settled down on her outstretched form, his legs spread wide, and his cock dangling so she could easily get it back into her gaping mouth. His head was buried in her cunt, his tongue already fast attacking the stiff clit that hid behind her soft sheath of flesh.

Tod fucked her face, wanting nothing but the joy of shooting into her open jaws, and of hearing her gulp down his juice. She pumped back at him, her cunt twitching madly, demanding instant attention. It was easy to give.

He slipped a finger in the hole alongside his tongue and wiggled in deep. He shifted it from side to side, testing the inner space, trying to stretch the slippery hole until he could manage to put his hand up into that hollow space. He knew it couldn't be done, but he tried anyway, and Mary helped. She spread herself for his pleasure, her legs angled out at the knees.

Tod dove at her cunt again, giving her all his oral attentions. His lips sucked at the outer rim and then slapped against her thighs, making small red marks up and down along there. It was just what he needed. He loved the smell, the taste, the feel of her, and she seemed just as happy with him.

Her lips accepted his cock as if it were a tasty treat that she sucked. Unlike candy, however, he swelled instead of dissolving as she licked the sweetness.

He wanted to be too' big for her, to force her to the point of gagging with the hunk of meat, before it shot like a hot geyser. Then he would come in torrents over her lips, letting the stuff dribble down her chin and neck.

Mary sucked and pulled faster and faster. Tod was delirious with the expectation. His passion was riding high and he stiffened. Her cunt rose to close in on his tongue and as he slurped harder and harder his cock exploded. The sea of lust drowned her face, and she fought to swallow all the wetness. It was smooth ... so smooth.

He was lost to the tumbling sex that filled his veins. Every motion brought another crash of come. And his cream was matched by the outpourings that filled her wet tunnel.

Mary twisted around her twitching cunt filling with the heated liquid. He ate as if it were to be his last meal. His greedy lips sucked in the sweet honey, and he drank his fill. All the while, his prick pounded faster into her open jaws, feeding her demanding mouth. The both completed their climaxes together and fell back exhausted. Finally, Tod was able to sleep.