Chapter 1
Janet Foy was tense but happy. It was all she could do to keep her hands off her cunt. She could feel its swollen lips trying to open. Girl juice was trickling out, leaking through the thick tangle of dark hair. Up inside her there was an ache of sexual desire and need. She was simply dying for a cum. She could shove two soft fingers into her flowing twat and in five seconds she could be cumming. Just a few hard shoves into the tightness of her slippery hole. Just a finger's touch on her burning clitoris. It would all explode at once-a beautiful cum. But she couldn't do it.
The television repair man would be here in a minute.
She would commit adultery. Yes, she would fuck the man into weak-knead submission. It seemed impossible. After all, she was married to a fine man. Robert was a dear and he was good in bed, too.
"Ooooohhhh!" she wailed, closing her eyes. The very thought of Robert Foy's cock gave her a red hot blast of cum itch. It was terrible to be thinking of another man's cock at the same time. Especially a stranger's.
She heard the sound of a motor and looked out of her bedroom window. From the second floor, she could see over the trees on their big lot. How nice it was to have all this privacy! Living in Rancho Rico in this comfortable old house.
Just the thought of privacy was also the thought of fucking and being fucked. Of lying on her back with her eyes closed and her beautiful thighs open, her cunt slickly ready for the strange cock. And no neighbors were able to see the TV man's panel truck so they could have plenty of time.
She saw the top of the truck over the thick hedge of oleanders. It was really here at last! Soon she would be seeing the man who would fuck her! Soon she would be fumbling his cock cut of his sweated work pants! It would be soft but it would be getting bigger.
"Oh God! Please help me!" she prayed. Her legs trembled as she saw the truck turn up her driveway. Her trembling pussy throbbed with the intensity of her need. "I've got to hold myself in," she muttered fiercely. "I've got to let him make the first move!"
She watched the big fellow get out of the truck, easily, casually. God, he was big! But maybe he just looked big because Robert was kind of small.
She knew the man by sight. When she had felt the surge of heat start in her guts she had begun to look around. She would simply have to have a strange cock soon, she knew that. This time she wanted to choose the man carefully. The time of passion which came to her now and then could be dangerous. She had been frightened a couple of times, so this time she had started to look around as soon as the urge set up its hot anticipation in her sensitive cunt ... someone who could come to her home in a natural way. So that if anyone did see him, there could be no suspicion. After all, she and Robert were a respected couple in the wealthy little community.
There was the musical chime coming up the stairs from her front door bell. The television man, was here!
She clutched at her full breasts, unconfined under her swirling negligee. They were aching with her heat. She would have to pull herself together and let him in.
She started to move to the hall and then to the stairs, but her knees wavered. She was near the window so she simply opened the screen and called out: "Mr. Benson! I'm upstairs! Please let yourself in and come up!"
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her voice had been steady, none of that cocksucker's whine in it. She was in charge of herself. She would be in charge of all that happened.
She had gone in and out of several stores in Del Rey and Sonrisa Beach before she had decided on The Man. She had no illusions about herself. Once that trembling heat began in her belly and her pussy, she was lost. Or found, maybe. Because the self that wanted to get fucked, had to get fucked when the urge came, might well be her true self.
Anyhow, on the third day she had gone into Benson's Appliance and TV. The big auburn-haired man had been quiet and polite, but he had certainly eyed her breasts thoroughly. And that had been enough. She loved to have her breasts used. To have them sucked and mauled and mashed and pulled.
She heard the big man coming up the steps and called: "This way, Mr. Benson! The set's in here!"
She could have melted in sexual heat right there on the floor. The minute she saw him she knew she had been right. Because he looked at her with that special kind of knowing look, the look that said: "Okay, lady, I know what you want and I'm gonna give it to you!" It was as plain in his look and manner as if he had jerked out his cock and said: "Here it is, baby! Suck it!"
Jerome Benson, known as "Sonny" to his many friends, was all that Janet Foy could have dreamed. He was no stranger to this sort of fuck-matinee. His looks and his good manners made that inevitable. And his job helped, too, because
TV and appliance service calls are a daytime thing. In most households the man is at work during the day.
It was simply a matter of statistics. If you call on so many women and smile and smile and talk and talk, sooner or later the vital words are said. And the fucking begins. And big Sonny Benson got his share.
In fact, he got such a big share that he was very discriminating, fucking only those women who looked good to him.
Janet smiled and turned gracefully to the big color TV.
"This is the set," she said. "Ordinarily, I'd have had someone pick it up. But my husband loves baseball and this is Monday night. You know," she said. "Monday night on NBC."
He was acute enough to know she must feel like a fool to make such inane conversation and to use such an excuse. But it would make her feel worse to say: "Yes, sure, Mrs. Foy. But what you want is to be fucked, so why fool around?" No, it very definitely wouldn't be nice to say that.
And besides, he wanted to fuck her so bad he could taste it. She was exactly what he liked. Not that his Old Lady was anything to poke fun at. But Mrs. Foy was different.
She moved to the set. This negligee was so-o-o nice. If she stood still, it fell on her in drapes. That way, in spite of the transparent material, it covered her. But when she moved, if someone looked quickly, he saw everything. And she wanted this big redhead to see everything. And to want it.
He looked at the set but he saw it only as a prop for the woman. He was very particular about wasting his hard-ons on women who only partially aroused him. But this woman-wow!
Lady, he thought, you've sure got the knockers. I sure want to eat those tits! I wish you'd twirl like you did before. For he had seen her big, firm breasts standing out from her chest as the light fabric lifted and showed them. I think I saw your little pussy, too, lady, his thought ran on. Sure looked neat. And dark. I love those black-haired little cunts.
So he was smiling up at her and setting his tool box down on her bedroom carpet. And she was smiling at him while her mind was ten feet away. Back on the big bed. Her bed and Robert's.
"Dodger fan, huh?" the big man asked. "Your husband, I mean." He turned away to make certain the set was unplugged, and Janet leaned farther over the set. She knew he was looking at her jugs, and she felt a prickly interest in his gaze. It pleased' her to know that he was looking. She moved her left leg so that her thighs were apart. She wanted the feel of his politely hungry eyes on her cunt.
It felt as if it were hanging open. Her interest in the man was very keen. Especially now that he was proving to be eager to see more. She concentrated very hard on such words as cunt and cock and fuck. Ideas can be transferred from one mind to another. She knew that. If she thought of fucking, maybe the man would think of fucking. Her cunt itched and burned with heat as she thought of fucking.
"Is it something serious?" she asked, leaning down to expose more of her right breast.
"Too early to see," the man said. He blushed. "Er, I mean it's too early to say. Have to see what's wrong. Haha!"
Haha my pretty pink ass, Janet Foy thought. This dude's getting a hard-on and it's affecting his brains. She laughed in a lady-like way.
"I just meant I hoped it wouldn't take long," she explained. "Wouldn't want to keep you away from the shop. I expect you're pretty busy. Can't stay away too long."
The rankly beautiful scent of cunt was everywhere in the room. Sonny Benson knew that smell. It was better than gardenias to him. Better than the smell of frying pork chops on a wintry night. More arousing than the aroma of hot rum after a day on the ski slopes. Cunt! It made his tongue hard. But he drew, out the works of the television set and wondered why women who wanted him always pulled out that most visible wire.
He got up and stared at her, trying to be certain that she had staged this meeting. If he could be sure of that, he could be sure she wanted to fuck. His cock was rising in his lightweight gray slacks. She would see it soon.
"Don't worry about my time, Mrs. Foy," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. His hands burned with the itch to grab those tits, to push roughly under that filmy whatever-it-was-called and rub her slick cunt. "I've got all afternoon if I need it. Say, does it seem hot to you?" He made a sound of forced laughter.
Janet felt a weakness strike in her legs. It came with the rising wave of heat in her cuntal area. Dully throbbing in her inner cunt lips, swelling them with hot blood.
Oh God, she thought, it's real. He's going to fuck me! For a moment she wanted his cock so bad that she could taste it. She was unaware of the cunt fragrance which swirled around her because that was almost always with her. But she could sense the heat of this beautiful redheaded man. Not just the heat of the day. Not just the clean, sharp acridity of perspiration. Although she found that male scent lovely and provocative.
No, this was stronger. It was crotch perfume. The dense odor of sweated balls. The throat-clogging aroma that rises from a warm prick when the foreskin rolls back. The gaggingly marvelous pungency of the ass-hole and the humid furrow where it hides out.
She tried to focus on the question asked her by Benson. He had asked if she was hot? Or if the room was hot? She felt the quick sting of perspiration under her arms and an answering jolt of heat between her thighs, along the warm, smooth skin on the insides of them where she wished this big man's hand was pushing, prying, feeling.
She could see very plainly that the man had a hard-on. Or else he had some very strange sort of wrench in his pocket. Just looking at it made her heart beat faster. It made her cunt juice of its own accord. Not a real cum, just a quick flow of female lubricant.
"It is hot," she managed to say. "Won't you take your, uh, shirt off? Will that help? Or can I get you a cold drink?"
She was babbling, but it was a struggle not to give in to this inevitable event. A struggle not to rip the negligee off and cry: "Look! Here I am, naked and hot! Won't you please fuck me?"
Benson had moved near her and was looking into her eyes. He was asking a question and she knew what it was. And since she dared not do or say the thing nearest her heart, she did the next best thing. She removed the need for words.
With a gasped out: "Oh, please help me!" she leaned toward the repair man and held up her hands. If necessary, she intended to fall. But he caught her. Caught her with his big hands alongside her tits. Caught her so that she pressed against him. The flame in her guts rose again, hotter than before. The hard ache in her swollen tits became a deep run of painful joy. And her sensitive belly confirmed what she had thought. The man had a hard-on.
The big redhead was as relieved as the woman. The die was cast. It was no longer a question of whether this woman wanted to fuck or not. His cock was as stiff as an oaken cudgel, as hot as a booster tube in an old fashioned TV set. Without any more ado, he lifted her to the bed and on it.
He ran the zipper down at the front of his slacks and pulled out his shirttails. He was looking intently at the dark-haired woman on the bed and she was rolling her head from side to side, moaning: "No! No!" but she was making no effort to escape. The man understood. She wanted reassurance that he was a co-fucker, that she was not alone in her desire to have her cunt plugged by a hot cock.
He was naked in a few seconds. His cock stood out, hard and throbbing. He took a handful of the sheer negligee in one big paw and pulled on it.
"You'd better take this off, lady," he growled. "I aim to fuck you. No use in tearing your pretty clothes!" There, he thought, that ought to ease your conscience.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh!" the woman moaned softly. "Please don't hurt me!" She rolled expertly out of the clinging fabric and Sonny Benson's cock gave a jerk of anticipation. This woman was beautiful! Her tits were really big for a rather small woman. His own wife was beautiful too, and he loved her tits. But she was an Earth Mother. This dainty, strong-looking woman was an old song come to life. Sophisticated Lady. Her neatly rounded belly was like pink satin but so warm and responsive to the touch of his hand.
Her waist was small, but seemed even smaller because of the opulence of her titties and the flare of her hips.
With an intentionally rough hand, guessing this type of woman might require it, he grabbed an ankle and pulled on it. Her legs came apart.
The woman squeaked in fright, but now he knew beyond a doubt that she wanted cock more than anything in the world.
She had a magnificent cunt. Its outer lips were extremely large and fat, running all the way back to her fuck hole. As he pulled her legs apart, these lips had popped open. The inside was a deep shade of coral pink and it was shining from oozing fluids. And the hole, normally closed by its strong ring of muscles, gaped open. It was almost blood-red from her inner heat. As he watched it, his cock throbbing, it opened and closed convulsively. It was gulping! like a hungry mouth!
The shine of red lips through the dark cunt hair gave him a shivering appetite. His tongue grew hard and saliva flooded his mouth.
"AAaaagggghhh!" he cried, his mind out of gear with lust.
He dropped to his knees and plunged his mouth into the yawning red hole. His nose mashed flat into the slickness of her warm inner lips. Curly black hair tickled his cheeks. The reek of hot cunt was strong and beautiful in his nostrils.
But the taste! The taste of her cunt! That was more beautiful!
He sucked into the hole, running his tongue deep inside it to lick out the sexual honey. His lips writhed as the flow threatened to spill out of the corners of his mouth.
He knew that the woman was writhing and screaming but he could not stop. He wanted her cunt, wanted to eat it and suck it until she came. And in spite of his lust and the fire of his passion, he thought first of all that she needed to cum.
She had actually been juicing in a mild way the moment he touched her. She had been expelling a hot flood of inner fluids when her vagina had opened and closed. But this was a truly big orgasm now and it swept her entire body.
He licked harder getting into the crease on the outside of her hairy lips. Along the sweated furrow where the body and thighs join, where the curly hairs straggle away from the thickly-haired cunt lips and die away along the smoothness of a woman's inner thigh. He could make out her noises.
"Oh God! Suck me! SUCK ME! Suck my cunt! Oh, get that cum juice out! SUCK! SUCK! AAARRRGGGHHH!" And all the time her ass was weaving and beating up and down. Her thighs were heaving up to hold his strong jaws. Her cunt was opening and closing on his slippery tongue as its hardness swept her into a delight greater than she had ever known.
His hands were around her thighs holding her cunt tight against him. He did not want to lose a drop of her strong, fragrant juice. He did not want to lose contact with those slick and writhing inner lips. And more than anything else he wanted to keep sucking on that loving, living cunt hole.
His forehead was beginning to sweat. His cock was throbbing so hard that he was afraid he might blow his nuts at any minute. His forehead felt the smoothness of her belly, just as his closed eyes felt the brush of her deeply piled cunt hair. He was breathing like a steam engine pulling up a grade. Each indrawn breath brought him the rich and powerful perfume of pussy from her open cunt as well as from the softly curled cunt hair.
At last the woman's body stopped heaving and her cunt slackened. She was still sobbing but her hand in his dark red hair was gentle.
He got up after taking one final slurping kiss at the slick clutch of inner labia. He looked at the woman and thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her body seemed to glow with suppressed heat. The hard cum had swollen her breasts so that their smooth skin shone with the tightness of inner pressure.
She smiled at him and he smiled down at her, suddenly feeling that he had found a most precious fuck, possibly the perfect fuck. And he had not even fucked her yet.
She looked at him, his strong face gleaming with the juices from her body. Her hand went out to his great cock, and tears were in her eyes. She took hold of it with the greatest care, knowing it was about to shoot its heavy load of sperm. She had plans for that powerful load of cum.
"Come to me, Mr. Benson," she whispered, looking at him with all the feverish love in her body. "Give me this big cock! Oh, please! I must kiss him! I must suck out that cream!"
Her small hand was around the broad, hairy base of his prick. Her fingers held it lightly as they thrilled at the heavy pulse in the big veins.
"You can have it any way you want it, Mrs. Foy," the big man whispered, and suddenly laughed in delight. "What kind of nuts are we?" he asked. "I've just sucked the juice out of your pussy. You're holding my fuck stick. And you're calling me Mr. and I'm calling you Mrs.! That's crazy I"
The dark woman blushed slightly. There was a slight dew of perspiration on her lush body. She ran a pink and pointed tongue out around her lips and a drop of saliva oozed from the corner of her mouth.
Her mouth was one of the most starkly sexual points about her, the man had thought from his first look. His granddad had some old movie magazines and had once shown him a picture of Mae Murray. "The girl with the bee-stung lips," she had been called. And his grandfather had chortled: "If you ever see a mouth like that, Jerome, try to get your cock in it!" He remembered the old man's advice. Janet Foy truly had the most sensuous lips he had ever seen.
Thick and cushiony, like her hairy cunt lips. Dark red without benefit of lipstick. Seemingly swollen just as her nether lips were, and delicately textured like the slick inner lips of her cunt.
"Do you want to sixty-nine, darling?" he whispered. "Do you want me to suck you again? I mean while you're sucking me off? Remember, I have all afternoon. What we give up for this moment, we can have later. With interest!" he chuckled, thrusting his cock toward her breasts.
"Oh, he's so lovely!" Janet cried, looking up at him from under her curling lashes as she held the redheaded monster against one smooth breast. "And I want that hot jism so bad! Can you kneel while I raise up a little? I'll show you how much I want your jizz!"
The earthiness of this dainty woman brought a new surge of masculine power to Sonny Benson. "Suck me until I shoot it," he assented. "Then I'll suck you until it's hard again. If that's what you want, lovely!"
She raised her free arm to put it around his neck, and he tumbled onto the bed as they kissed. He had never known a mouth so hot and sweet. Those thick lips closed on his and a long tongue swept its slick strength into his mouth. His hands sought her tits and he was amazed by their firmness and the size of her nipples. How old was she? At least as old as Irene, his wife. Thirty-five? Older? Her breasts were youthful, vibrant. like her cunt. He thought of those slippery, strong muscles in her pussy as he sucked on her tongue. But mainly, he enjoyed the delicacy of her touch on his cock.
When their mouths separated at last, Janet held his face between her hands so that she could look at him better. For those first pregnant minutes, she could see him only dimly. The sweeping power of her lust had made everything hazy.
Now she could look at him as a person. She loved the way his darkly auburn hair grew close to his well shaped head. She loved the kindness and good humor in his full lipped mouth and green eyes. And then she remembered the broad, thick cock she had been holding in her hand.
He lay on his side as she burrowed down into his lap, letting her decide how she was going to accomplish what she wanted. She was like a busy child, muttering to herself as she pushed and tugged at his legs and body.
His anticipation was higher than hers when she at last opened that fantastic mouth and swallowed his cockhead.
She took it in gently, opening her thick lips just enough to let it slide in between her teeth. The gamy scent and richness of taste made her gulp as her saliva flooded. She loved the softness of the head and the satin smoothness of the loose skin that rolled back as she sucked him. She remembered she had wanted him kneeling, since she wanted to control and aim his spurts of semen, but this was too sweet to interrupt. The wild scent of his crotch, sweated on this bright summer day, was intensely moving. She held his cock in a tight little fist and went down on it hard. Then in a quick move she took her mouth away to lick between his hairy thighs, shivering in her hot guts at the masculine tang of sweat.
With a couple of shoves of her body she made him roll on his back. He drew his feet back and his thighs fell apart. She saw his nuts, as big as hen's eggs in their hairy sac. With a groan of passionate delight she once more released his cock so that she could kiss those reservoirs of sperm. The voluptuousness of her tongue on his balls made the man quiver. It delighted the woman, who immediately sucked one of the big gonads into her slippery mouth. She tongued it tenderly, sucking at the grating hairs, enjoying the feel of being alive and filled with sex. If only a man had two cocks! Or perhaps three!
He began to let his big fingers drag down the crack between her lovely buttocks, picking up the slick syrup which had flowed so hotly from her writhing cunt. Every long dark hair at the mouth of her vagina was plastered down with the clear goo. He brought his fingers to his mouth, the sensuality of their joining giving him more pleasures.
The sucking on his balls was highly inflammatory, especially since Janet had never stopped jerking him off. In a way, he wanted most intensely to shoot his load into her gorgeous mouth. To feel his heavy load of thick sperm shoot into her cheeks and down her throat. To feel those powerful throat muscles massaging his dick as she swallowed his hot showers of jism. But he had said: "Any way you want it, darling!" and he meant it. But he was close to bursting as he stroked in her lush ass, felt her warm breasts moving on his belly, and watched her soft hand work on his cock.
"I'm just about to shoot my load, honey," he said in a low voice. "I don't know where you want to catch it, so I thought I'd better let you know ... NOW! NOW!" he cried. "It's SHOOTING! Take it, baby! Suck it! Take it!"
During the first sharpness of feeling he lost his head just the least bit. But then the desire to get all of the pleasure in this lovely moment calmed him. He clutched her ass and pulled it to his face for just a moment. Just long enough to suck greedily at her cunt hole, in fact.
And then she caught the second rope of his milky white joy juice in that glorious mouth, holding his cock like a hose and aiming it at her face. She was laughing in a demoniac gaiety, her beautiful little face as intent as a stalking leopard's. She was muttering.
"Shoot it in me, baby! Oh, watch that cock fire that big load! OHHHH! Bullseye! Sweet meat! Sweet peter! Fill me up, lover! Fill my belly with your cream!"
He felt something warm drip on his forearm and turned his head even as he was creaming all over Janet's face. It was unbelievable. Her cunt was open again and the woman juice was trickling out in a steady stream, gathering in the bush of dark cunt hair and dribbling down.
He looked back to see Janet taking the final spurts from his cock. She was sucking on it again. Her mouth was the most voluptuously satisfying pocket that his experience had ever known. Her thick lips were like some man-eating flower from a jungle of love. Her sucking was tender and strong, her tongue a wise judge of where to give him joy.
Her breasts were swollen again. Their dark nipples were almost black and the big circles of bumpy tissue around them was puffed like another tit. He took both of them in his hands, milking her as hard as he could. He knew she enjoyed it because of the increased flurry of action on his cock.
There was another giant throb gathering in his balls. Janet must have sensed it for she sucked him very hard. As his mighty tool convulsively swelled for the blast, Janet pulled it out and let it spray over her breasts, trickling down the man's hands. One of the last spurts shot between the heavy tits and reached his face. With a smile of understanding, he squeezed Janet's solid ass, feeling his fingers slide in the cunt flow smeared there.
She still kept her soft hand on his fat cock as she sat up. Her face wore a beautific smile.
"Oh, Sonny, that was the most completely glorious experience of my life!" she gasped. "What a lot of that marvelous cream! OHHHH!" and she jerked and fell on him. "Touch my cunt! OHHHH! THERE! Finger fuck me! I'm CUM-MING! OHHHH! There! There! Oh, wonderful!"
She lay on him with her big breasts mashed flat and soft against his body. There was so much of his cum juice on her that she slipped and slid as she tried to kiss his mouth.
He held her, laughing. She was partly on him, partly off. Her luscious butt was just a few inches from his hand. He pried into its divided beauty just for the pleasure of touching that loving cunt's slippery folds.
"You're the greatest," he whispered as she jumped under his touch. "So sweet! So beautiful!"
"I'm terrible," she said, turning her face against his chest. "I don't know what you'll think of me. I don't do this sort of thing, you know. Not that I expect you to believe it."
He smiled up at the ceiling. He could feel the warmth of her breasts pressing into him.
"Of course I believe you, darling," he said. "Just as I expect you to believe I never did anything like this before, either!"
She raised her face, looking angry. She tried to get up but he held her easily.
"Listen, Janet Foy," he said. "I like you. I'm not hard up for sex. You must know that. But you are so beautiful! I mean that. One of the most beautiful women I ever saw. Made for fucking!" He squeezed her hard against him. "And you were so hot when I came in that you would have fucked an anteater. So don't lie to me. You don't have to. Whatever you ever did before is none of my business. What you do after this minute is none of my business."
He took her mutinous face and kissed her thoroughly. "But what I feel for you, what we're doing now, is my business! Do you understand what I mean?"
She was beginning to tremble, lying on him. It worried him just a little. To find such a hot woman and then to lose her because of some ass-hole cliche of bogus morality! The feel of her warm, smooth body lying on him was a reminder of the slick glories of her cunt. Of her beauty. Of her hot mouth with its thick lips that had so lushly worked the jism out of his balls. How terrible to lose her! And then his heart leaped with relief. She was laughing. She was kissing along his breast, picking up little hickey-sized mouthfuls of his flesh. The same wet suction that had drained his cock was teasing the skin on his chest.
"You're so right, Sonny Benson!" the woman said warmly. "That was such a stupid question'What will you think of me?' I know what you'll think. You'll think that I'm a woman who burns up at times. Who gets so hot in the pussy that she simply has to be fucked. Who loves sex better than anything else in the world." She had moved her hand down to take his cock again, fingering it tenderly. "That's what I want you to think! What we've had is fucking raised to its highest degree. The last thing I want to do is to louse it up with hypocritical remorse. Will you fuck me? Will you shove that big scary monster cock of yours into my cunt? Will you spray another load of that thick, hot cream into my pussy?"
He had wrestled her strong and pneumatic body off him so that he could feast his eyes again on her crotch. Now that some of the blinding passion had been siphoned off, he could look closely at the leaky treasure his mouth and fingers had explored. To look at those thick lips with their modest covering of curly dark hair. To look at the crack that separated the smoothly muscled globes that formed her ass. To look at the cross-hatching of hairs on either side of her pink and wrinkled ass-hole. To peer into the humid crevice made slick by the hot oils from her vagina.
And now he was going to get his cock up again. Already it had that wonderful itch in the head.
"Can you feel me licking your cock, darling?" a sweet voice said. "Oh, he's so sweet! So scary! I can hardly wait to have you stab him into my pussy. OOOHHH! Just thinking of it makes me feel cummy!"
She bucked her crotch toward him. He saw that hot and slippery-muscled hole gape and close in red lined loveliness and his heart skipped a beat. Very soon now he would have his prick in there. Her blood heat would warm its surface. Its slick folds would wrap around it lovingly. The strong muscles in the sucking walls of her cunt would caress it, and finally suck his cum into the hot darkness of her belly.
"Sweet baby, I hear you good," he said hoarsely. "Open it up, mama. I'm about ready to spear your cunt with my meat!"