Chapter 2
As Trish and Gillian waved goodbye to their parents and brother, their next door neighbor was setting up a movie projector in his den. Carl Boerne, a handsome man in his thirties, had sat around getting horny at the prospect of his wife's arrival only to recall that she would be late due to a meeting. So, to pass the time in the same spirit, Carl decided to run a film from his private collection. Beer in hand, he sank back in his plush easy chair as the movie began: Dressed in a French schoolgirl's uniform, a blond girl closed the tall door of her bedroom. Her gleaming hair fell to her waist and her face had an Alice-in-Wonderland quality with its large blue eyes, petite nose and pink lips. There was the suggestion of blossoming breasts beneath her white blouse and her pleated blue skirt fell from the sweet arch of a delightful fanny. Carl smiled at her long and slender legs, well-shaped beneath her skirt and high cotton stockings and he sipped his beer as the film continued, his cock hardening at the familiar picture, looking forward to what was to follow.
She crossed to one of the opulent bedroom's windows, looking out upon the grounds of the estate from the second floor. A single, long-stemmed rose was in a vase to her side. She touched her finger to one of the soft petals, capturing a droplet of dew and lifted it to her lips. The gleaming bead of moisture clung to her lower lip, the same pink as the rose and her tongue eased forth to catch it on its cherry pink tip. She smiled to herself and began to unbutton her blouse.
Laying the blouse on the back of a chair, she began to unfasten her skirt. Her nipples were hazy pink halo's under the thin cotton of her slip. She stepped out of the skirt and it joined the blouse as she began unbuckling her shoes. Kicking them away, she drew the slip up over her head.
Her breasts were like powder puffs, soft swellings rising only an inch from her chest but with a circumference of a hand's length. Atop each delicate dome were areoles as pink as her tongue, an inch wide, that stood out another inch like a second breast rising from each. And from these sweet buds were thrust two jutting nipples, the tips inverted like small cups.
She stepped from her panties, dressed now in only her stockings which stopped two thirds of the way up her thighs. Gold threadings of down were all that covered the plump cheeks of her cunny, the shallow of her slit fully exposed. Her revealed body seemed that of a girl beginning to flower. Yet some lustful joy sparkled in her eyes that suggested that either she was very knowledgeable for her years, or that she was a woman who had somehow retained the body of a girl.
She sat on the edge of her large, ornately framed bed and drew one leg up as she slid the stocking down. The dark cotton curled around her ankle, she paused and rested her cheek against her finely downed thigh just above the knee. Lost in thought, she lay back atop the silk covers, her other leg outstretched.
Dusk falling, the light began to dim as she absently scratched at the firm curve of her belly. Her fingers drifted lower and touched at the outer lips of her slit. She pressed against the soft furrow and her fingers eased into the misty pink of her inner lips. She brought her hand to her face, one finger extended with a droplet of her own dew, secreted from the ripe blossom of her cunt. She touched the finger to her lower lip and the bead of moisture clung there till her tongue drew it into her mouth.
Tasting herself, she smiled with pleasure. Blinking, she sat up as the last of the light faded. Standing, she crossed to where a silver candelabra stood atop her vanity. She lit the thick lavender stalks of wax, illuminating the room in a golden glow. Putting the match out, she studied the candles for a moment and then took one from its socket. Droplets of lavender slid down the shaft and she blew out the wick only to relight it. She turned the candle and a drop of wax spattered on one of her nipples, cooling as it fell, but coating the pinkish red of the erect nub.
Returning to the bed, she lay back as she had before except that she spread her legs wider. The wick pointed up, she nuzzled the base against the opened lips of her slit, gradually working it inward as she raised her ass from the bed, tilting her hips back. Drops of lavender fell and coated the swells of her pubes as she rose up on her elbow so that she could press the wax phallus ever deeper in the wet channel of her cunt.
Her eyelids drooped and her lips parted in a rapturous smile as she squirmed to slide the hard length as far as she could. The insides of her thighs glistened with perspiration from the heat of the candle's flame. She made small mewing sounds, her flesh tingling with pleasure.
Suddenly, the door was thrown open and a draft extinguished the candle. Wide-eyed, the girl turned toward the door and the figure that stood there.
A tall woman stood staring at the girl, arms outstretched to grip the doorknob and the doorframe, throwing her long cape back from the firm melons of her breasts with their rouged nipples, from the legs booted in black leather and from the large dildo strapped to her cunt. Her eyes flashed with lust from behind a black mask. A wide-brimmed and plumed hat was atop her ebony hair.
The girl watched fearfully as the woman stepped forward, smiling wickedly at her. From behind the concealment of the scarlet-lined cape stepped a dwarf, his two-and-a-half-foot frame in velvet breeches, stockings and buckled shoes of the Eighteenth Century. His arms, face, bald head and naked torso were covered by intricate tattoos of naked figures engaged in every possible sexual act.
"Have we put out your candle, my dear?" the woman purred. "Well, we can't have you lighting candles for yourself, can we?" she smiled and caressed the images of lovers atop the dwarfs head. "Ivan, see to Miss Dominique's ... candle," she smiled salaciously.
The girl swallowed, her eyes wide as she watched the dwarf approach. His erect cock pressed out against his breeches, the twelve-inch length looking all the longer in contrast to his height. He smiled thinly at her and she nervously touched her hands to the softness of her tits. Ivan reached out and his fingers closed around the length of hard wax extending from Dominique's open slit. He turned it slowly in her wet channel and she gave a little gasp of pleasure. He shifted the candle knowingly, Caressing the pink cunt lips and brushing the hard nub of her clit. Her hands closed over her breasts, clutching them tightly as her head tilted back, her eyes closed to the pleasure.
Ivan glanced back at the woman and she nodded as she moved around to the other side of the bed. Ivan's hand tugged his prick free and he crawled up onto the bed between the girl's quivering loins. He began easing the candle free of her cunny and Dominique blinked her eyes open to see the thick bulk of his prod approaching the damp splay of her twat. With a tremor of fear, she sucked her lower lip between her teeth.
"Is it not lovely, Dominique, my child?" the woman cooed in her ear and the girl jerked her head around to see the woman toss aside her hat and cape. The dildo stood out brightly from the dark floss of the woman's muff. "Even lovelier than mine," she smiled and slid onto the bed. "But that doesn't matter since you shall have both, dearest girl."
"Oh, but please do not do this thing," the girl pleaded in a small voice. "Do not abuse me."
"Abuse you?" the woman laughed heartily. "Oh, heavens no. How could anyone abuse this soft flesh?" the woman whispered, her hands stroking the girl's shoulders and then moving around to press against the soft saucers of her breasts.
Dominique shivered with delight as the woman's long fingers plucked at the thick arousal of her nipples. Ivan's fingers caressed the white-gold down of her thighs, spiraling in toward the spatterings of lavender wax, the damp pubic hair and her throbbing snatch.
"No, we wish to pay tribute to your succulent young tits, to probe your hot depths with our cocks," the woman's whispering voice fluttered at the girl's ear. The woman's tongue flicked out at the soft pinkness and into the contours. "Isn't that what you want, Dominique?"
"Yes," she moaned, confessing her lust. "Yes, mother."
Ivan's cock pushed forward, cleaving the sugar-pink lips of her cunt, sluicing up into her. She gasped, clawing at his back to pull him against her, arching forward against him. She kissed at his face, her tongue licking the erotic tattoos.
"Now, Countess," Ivan grunted, pumping his great shaft in and out of the girl's no longer virgin slit.
The countess smiled and she shifted to bring her dildo against the cleft of her daughter's pert fanny. She paused for a moment, lubricating the stout prod.
"Now," Dominique gasped, trembling with the raptures of Ivan's pistoning cock. "Please now."
Without further pause, the countess freed the girl's breasts to grip the ripe cheeks of her rump, drawing them apart to introduce the head of the dildo. Dominique ground her rump back against the head, the pink bud of her anus opening to the artificial cock. Ivan was biting at her tits, consuming the plump buds of her nipples with a ravenous tongue. His prod jammed in and out of the quivering maw of her snatch and he sucked the whole of one of her tits into his mouth, tightening his cheeks around it as waves of pleasure began to flash up his cock.
"Oh! Cram it up me!" the girl half-screamed, grabbing back to clutch her mother's ass in order to pull the woman against her, to thrust the dildo up her backside.
The woman's cunt pressed against the girl's ass as the dildo disappeared between the plush globes. The girl gasped as the thick rubber shaft raged up into her, stretching and thrusting only to slide back down so that it could return. She could feel her membrane caught between Ivan's cock and her mother's dildo. Her lower body felt filled to overflowing, the two prods racing in and out of her.
Ivan bit at her tit, trying to hold back the raging of his climax. The countess bit at her shoulders, weeping with joy, her cunt stuttering against the contact of the dildo's base. Dominique's eyes widened, staring blindly as her body began to explode with orgasms. Her body spasmed and bucked between the two. Ivan's cock erupted, hot spend spewing up into her cunt. Her mother screamed with her climax, her twistings causing the dildo to chum within Dominique's ass.
Bathed in sweat, Ivan fell back onto the bed, his softening prick sliding free and Carl crumpled his empty beer can in his hand.
The countess toppled away, the dildo coming free with a popping sound and Carl smiled. Dominique remained kneeling between the two, swaying for a moment before she collapsed.
"You're the best parents a girl ever had," the girl smiled with a look of satiation.
"A bit kinky, but great fun to visit," Carl grinned, reaching back to cut off the projector.
Getting himself another beer from the refrigerator, Carl reached down and rubbed his hard cock which was jabbing out to tent his slacks. "She'll be home soon," he said with a grim smile and moved to the window!
It was dark outside and he found himself looking into the Stanford living room, the drapes open, the room empty. He glanced up and his hand paused halfway to his mouth with the beer can. Trish's window was also undraped and she was moving toward that state herself.
Oblivious to anything but her thoughts of her approaching date, Trish dropped her blouse and removed her lacy bra, unknowingly exposing the delicious globes of her tits to Carl's rapt stare. Having long gained casual pleasure from the sight of the Stanford women, Carl found himself breathing deeply at the sight of the girl caressing the bra marks from her breasts, the nubs of her nipples erect. His hand tightened around his can of beer as Trish wiggled out of her jeans, her fanny twisting pertly as she bent to step out of the pants. A moment later, her jeans were discarded as were her panties and she slid her spread fingers through the blond ringlets of her bush, a salacious smile on her lips.
Carl frowned with disappointment as the girl disappeared from sight, but smiled as she again passed within his line of vision, a towel in hand as she headed for the bathroom. Realizing she would be out of sight for several minutes and thinking about the movie he had just watched, he returned to the den. There, he took his camera from its cabinet and attached a telescopic lens. Looking down at his erect cock's press, he grinned and headed back toward the kitchen window.
"A little more entertainment to pass the time," he grinned to himself.
In her bathroom, Trish stood in the tub beneath the shower attachment and washed her long blond hair, and then the already soft fur of her cunt. Rinsing the suds away, she filled the tub with warm water and added scented oils. Half an hour later, she was back in her bedroom, drying her hair with a hand dryer, the hair on her head and twat soft and silky, her body rich from the perfumed bath oil.
She moved to her dresser and smiled at her reflection, her flesh vibrant and lush, her hair gleaming with the light. She lifted a tube of rouge from the dresser and artfully applied it to each nipple, cupping her breasts lovingly as she did so. Each nub glowing a radiant pink, she rubbed the rouge in, murmuring at her own caress, the buds standing out erect. Satisfied with the effect of the coloring, she brushed her muff to either side of her slit and then gently applied the rouge to her cunt lips, again rubbing it in. This time, her eyes lidded as she made small moaning sounds.
Cleaning the excess rouge from her fingers with a tissue, Trish again examined her mirror image. Her nipples seemed to leap out from her tits and her slit glimmered through the ringlets of her cunny. Pleased, she opened a drawer and took out a bit of lace and transparent nylon. The nylon formed a slender hourglass, the lace hanging from each corner. The strips of lace tied high on each hip, the nylon just covered her bush and the crack of her ass. The rouged pink of her slit showed clearly through the nylon and she slid her index fingers beneath the fabric to smooth her hair back to either side.
Her skin tingling warmly from her touches, Trish crossed to her closet to remove a wrap-around top from a hanger. Putting it on, she tied the strings at the nape of her neck and started to tie those that stretched from the base of the single piece of cloth which fell just past the top of her firm little belly. Smiling to herself, she instead returned to the dresser and took a pair of scissors from a drawer. Neatly clipping away the two strings, she turned before the mirror, liking the way the cloth draped down off her tits, her rouged nipples glowing through the flowered translucent of the organdy.
Returning the scissors to the drawer, she got a skirt from a hanger and slid it up her shapely legs. The silk clung to the cheeks of her fanny and draped the shallow of her loins, falling only a few inches below her cunt. Putting rings on her fingers, a bracelet around one ankle and earrings on, she spun before the mirror, the top floating out to bare the bottoms of her tits, the skirt fanning to show her fanny and just covered muff. Trish was happy, now needing only Alex to complete the ingredients for the evening of pleasure she had planned.
Carl was glad that he had returned to the den for his film bag, having shot a roll and a half at twenty frames a roll. His cock had been throbbing as the girl had rouged, caressed, clothed and jeweled her body and he had finally freed it from the constraints of his slacks, letting it jut free.
Hearing a car, he glanced toward the street and saw a youth of seventeen or eighteen get out of his car and move toward Trish's front door. Having seen Trish's preparations, Carl found himself envying the boy, having no doubts as to what awaited him. Watching Trish cross the living room in response to the doorbell, Carl hoped that she would not decide to close the drapes.
Alex blinked, stunned at the sight of Trish. Her breasts were clearly bare beneath the near-transparent bit of cloth, her nipples were like rosebuds and between her succulent belly and luxuriant legs the silk skirt clung to her loins. He could feel his cock hardening in his jeans.
"Won't you come in, Alex?" She smiled warmly at the tanned youth and he nodded, moving slowly into the lamp-lit room.
"I decided I'm not really interested in seeing a movie," she said, closing the door and giving him time to move his eyes from her bare back to the draped cushions of her ass. "You wouldn't mind just watching TV or ... something, would you?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder and smiling warmly at the hard bulge of his prick.
"Uh, no," he said with full sincerity.
"Why don't you sit down and I'll get us something to drink," she offered and he sat back on the couch, his hands gripping the arm and back as he watched her fanny shift deliciously beneath the silk as she moved to a liquor cabinet.
"Your parents ... ?" he asked, hoping.
"Oh, they and Don are away for the weekend," she said casually, knowing the grin that appeared on his face. "And Gillian's out on a late date," she added, bending from the waist to get glasses.
"Ah," was all he could say, his eyes moving up the backs of her legs to where her skirt lifted, her fanny naked but for the gauzing of the nylon along the crack. He moistened his lips, his flesh feverish.
"Here we are," she smiled, setting glasses atop the coffee table and the top fell away from her breasts as she bent forward, exposing the bottom halves of those rich globes to his intent eyes. "Would you like to ... pour?" she asked, raising her eyes without lifting her head.
Swallowing hard, he nodded and reached out shakily to lift the bottle. She moved around the table and sat at the other end of the couch, curling her legs up atop it as she leaned back against the cushioned arm. The brandy spilled into the glasses and he put the bottle down, taking a deep breath before turning to hand her glass to her.
"Thanks," she said in a husky whisper, drawing one leg up as she took the glass, her fingers caressing his. Her knee rising, the skirt slid from her thigh to bare the veiled triangle of her cunny. "You're sure you don't mind not seeing the movie?" she asked as his eyes glued themselves to her cunt, the transparent nylon and the rouging of her slit seeming to make her more than naked. "How about a toast?" she asked a minute later.
"Okay," he mumbled a few moments later, reluctantly lifting his gaze and picked up his glass, feeling already drunk at Trish's seductive display.
"To the pill," she smiled, raising her glass.
"Yeah," he nodded with a grin and took a drink.
"We need a little music," she said and stretched out to turn on the stereo mounted in the base of the coffee table, twisting so that the top fell to the side, exposing her tits to him as she adjusted the volume of the pulsing rhythms of the music. "How's that?" she smiled, slowly sitting back up, clearly referring to the exposure of her firm young tits and not to the music.
"Beautiful," he smiled, his eyes moving over the soft globes as she stretched languidly, the nipples even pinker now.
"How many girls've you balled, Alex?" she asked, raising her glass to her lips.
"Huh?" he blinked, taken off guard for a moment. "I don't know-four or five, I guess. Why?"
"I've only screwed once and so I'm not all that knowledgeable," she admitted. "I was wondering how many ways you know how to do it."
"Positions, you mean?" he asked, lowering his eyes to her foot as she caressed the top of his thigh with it and he slid his hand up her soft calf.
"Yeah, I guess," she nodded, drifting her fingers over one tit.
"Enough to keep us entertained for awhile, I'd think," he smiled.
"Describe them," she asked, watching his fingers move up and down her leg, rising higher each time.
"In the cunt; me lying on top; you on top sitting or lying. In the cunt from behind, you with your tail up or lying on top of me. Crotch to crotch with our heads at different ends. In the cunt with you sitting on a table, or with your legs wrapped around my waist and me standing," he said, his fingers touching the juncture of thigh and hip just beneath the tiny panties.
"And?" she asked breathlessly, her fingers now squeezing her tit, her flesh quivering at his touch, her foot pushing at his rock-hard shaft through his jeans, her legs open wide, the panties damp with her arousal.
"Or I can lift your hips while I kneel," he said, realizing the effect his words were having in conjunction with their caresses. "Then I swing my cock in and out of your cunt, rolling your hips so I can rub against your clit. Or I can straddle your chest and fuck between your tits while you mouth my head and take my come in your throat," he added, his fingers releasing the lace strips from her hips. "Or you can get it in the ass, my prick sliding up between your ass cheeks as you sit atop my hips, or raise your fanny, or lie back atop me, my fingers in your cunt and on your breasts," he said huskily, peeling the panties away from her cunt so that he could slide his fingers through the soft curls and into the juicy slit. "And when you get it in the cunt, my finger can be in your fanny like this," he said, easing one lubricated finger into the pucker of her anus, drawing a deep moan from her, her fanny wiggling as his finger slid up into her, the others flowing in her cunt, bobbing her burning clit. "Is that enough for now?"
"No," she murmured. "Yes, of ways, but not of-what you're doing. How-how many was that?" she said, clumsily setting the glass on the table, her voice thick.
"Ten maybe," he said, setting his own glass aside after taking a deep swallow.
"W-which do you ... like best?" she asked, sitting up, her hand extending toward the zipper of his jeans.
"In the cunt," he said as she opened his jeans to free the long trunk of his cock. "Either one on top," he added, inhaling deeply as her fingers slid over the taut flesh of his prick.
"Sounds good," she whispered huskily, caressing the veined column of his whang, her lips touching the head.
She worked his pants lower and he lifted up so that she could pull them down. Her fingers moved down to graze the hair of his scrotum, her lips nibbling at his head. He pulled open his shirt, his eyes lidding at the ecstatic pulsings that her mouth and hands sent sweeping through his body. Her hands opened and eased out over his thighs, her lips parting around his head, her tongue tip tattooing its tremoring surface.
Her hands flowed over his legs, moving downward to remove his shoes and socks and his jeans. With him naked, her hands gradually returned to his loins, cupping his balls and massaging his thick root as her lips moved down around his shaft, her tongue cupping his head in languorous spirals. The heel of one hand against the base of his throbbing cock, she curled palm and fingers between his nuts to cup the length of his root, the tips of her center fingers at the rim of his anus. She laid her other hand across the first and stroked one swollen ball with her thumb while rolling the other with her fingers.
His hands gripped and stroked her shoulders, his eyes closed to the raptures seeping through his mind like warm fog, his flesh fevered. She rose up a little on her knees, the circle of her nurturing lips moving farther down, her cheeks sucking in around his cock, her tongue lapping the dorsal vein as his head moved into her throat which she had aligned with her mouth. He could feel her breath rushing around his knob as she took his whole length in.
"Jeez! but you're a sword swallower," he slurred, flashes of red and white light appearing behind his eyelids, his calves pulling back against the couch, his breathing strained, his forehead -lined.
Her cheeks and tongue tightened around his trunk, drawing on him, her breath quivering his head as she inhaled. Her grip relaxed, her breath rushing out. Drawing and relaxing, suckling faster and faster, her fingers rolling his root, she fondled his balls and the come that broiled within them, her inner arms caressing his thighs, her tits shifting against the insides of his knees. His lips pulled back from his teeth, his body trembling with ecstasy, his perception of distinct parts of his body blurring, thoughts whirling.
"Gonna-come in-y'r mouth," he rasped, his breath catching, his back arching.
She reacted with delight, having been denied completion of giving head to Rob and began to suck all the faster. He groaned, his body beginning to quake, his hips lifting.
He cried out, coming. His jism burst free of his aching balls, soothing them and roared like lava through his body to gush the length of his cock, spasming his body. The thick broth geysered down her throat, his shaft whipping in the suction pull of her mouth. His mind and senses went bright with release and his tensed muscles quivered for a moment as his prick began to stutter the last of his sperm into her gulping mouth. Then he fell back limply, gasping for air.
Letting his cock ease up into her mouth as it softened, Trish sucked the last droplets from the lips of his head and sat back on her calves. She smiled at his glazed expression and raised up to embrace him, stretching out on the couch with him.
"I'll return the favor in a minute," he smiled, holding her tightly against him.
"Wait'll after our first fuck," she smiled, kissing at his lips.
"Why?" he asked, caressing the soft globes of her tits.
"I want to know what your come tastes like mixed with mine," she grinned, her fingers stroking his half-erect prick.
"You're a dirty lady," he grinned, rubbing the pert nubs of her nipples between his fingers.
"By whose book?" she smiled, rubbing his head in the wet sleekness of her slit.
"By this dirty man's book," he smiled and slid his tongue into her mouth.
Her tongue curled with the rougher texture of his, her mouth opening wide against his. His hands slid to the delectable roundness of her ass cheeks and she twisted her tits against his chest, his prick hardening in her hands, the head pushing deeper into her slit to nudge her swollen clit. She moaned into his mouth and he diddled his cockhead against the hot bolt. Her fingers strummed his balls, her tongue lashing at his.
He dropped his hips lower and slowly slid his prick up into the pulsation of her cunny until he was fully sheathed with her hot tightness. She groaned with pleasure at the bulk that filled her and twisted against him, clutching at him as he rapped his pelvis against her, his prod tapping within her, shifting the walls of her cunt in a steady rhythm. On their sides, he clutched her fanny tighter, rolling her buttocks against her and thus shifting her twat around his prick.
He rolled onto his back, centering his rump on the couch, as he drew her atop the saddle of his hips. She ran her fingers through his hair, her legs curling up alongside him and lifted her cunt up around the bobbing spar of his sex, her fanny twisting in the air. Their tongues coiled together like serpents, his hands sliding up between them, his palms moving from her belly to the base of her tits. He murmured happily as she flexed her vaginal muscles about his jabbing prick, his hands moving back down so that he could ease his fingers into the top of her slit. She groaned with pleasure as his fingers circled and rolled her pulsing clit, pressing it down against the top of his thick shaft.
Their tongues still dueling, their mouths parted and she pulled her hands across his shoulders as she slowly sat up on the spindle of his churning cock, her new angle allowing it to dive even deeper, the head flattening against her cervix as she began to grind her snatch against his pubic hair. His one hand remaining at her clit, the other rose to encase one of her swollen tits and provide her with additional balance as she swayed upon his surging meat.
"Um, but you feel good," she hummed, her eyes closed and head back, her fingernails drifting over his chest and upper stomach. "Feel so full, hot and trembling, an' ... " She trailed off, her teeth edging her lower lip as the pulsations quickened within her cunny, her toes curling tight at the rich flowings of bliss that bathed her mind and body.
His shoulders back and his body arched, he rolled his hips under the rise and fall of her suckling cunt, the taut flesh of his shaft shifting up and down around the throbbing of his bulk. His fingers on her belly, he rolled her clit gently between his thumbs, her buttocks caressing the tops of his thighs as she lowered down to completely surround his prod, her legs gripping his sides tightly as she gasped.
Her hands clutching him, her arms straightened, her shoulders pressing back as her torso arched forward, her tits jutting up as her head went back. Her lips widened, her long tongue curling between them, her cunt pressing tightly against him as her snatch pulled tight around his still rolling prick, clutching faster and faster, the walls of her cunt burning, the hot bolt of her clit quaking between his thumbs.
"Mother o'-comin' so-so-" she groaned, her throat constricting around the air being forced out, her eyes tight, her body shaking. "Come ... " she gasped and her body suddenly jerked, a scream ripping free as she came, her cunt seeming to explode, jarring her mind into a cascade of starbursts, her flesh glowing. "Fuck!" she cried out and he had to catch her as she lost control of her body, climactic spasms heaving her about.
His eyes intent, he held her sides as she swayed and spun, her cunt twisting and pulling madly about his quaking cock. His weight against the back of the couch, he lifted from the waist, pressing her fevered body against his and pulled his legs around from beneath her. Her arms hanging limp, she gulped air, ringlets of hair clinging to her damp forehead. As he moved around, he continued to thrust his cock into the quivering oven of her snatch and she gave up trying to speak or act, her head lolling to the side as even more intense waves of joy began to flood her already rapture-filled body.
He eased her down on her back, his weight on his elbows and kissed at her face as he began to lift and drop his hips, his reddened tool flashing in and out of her wet slit. Her hands rose, her muscles tensing again as the waves of arousal raged, his thick length stoking the heat in her cunt, his kisses flowing over her face. She clutched at his back. His face twisted as the throbbing of his cock became a pounding, as the pounding became a shattering staccato blast. Her fingers dug into his back, her body bucking and twisting under his, her cunt gulping. He felt his come break free. She screamed with release, her body glistening. His voice joined hers, his sperm blasting through his cock, his hips stuttering, his mind consumed with carnal ecstasy.
Slowly, the pumping of his prick began to ease, the suckling of her cunny to relax, the tension of their muscles to depart. They lay gasping together, their flesh hot and damp, their minds gradually unclouding. Smiles curled their lips long before words would come, their flesh still buzzing softly.
"Out a sight," he smiled and touched his lips to hers.
"Yeah," she nodded with a dazed smile.
"How'd you like that position?" he asked, rolling onto his side next to her, his cock still inside her cunt.
"First class," she nodded with a grin. "Feel like a drink?"
"Yeah," he agreed and reached out for one of the glasses, holding the rim to her lips as she sipped. "Which way do you want t'go for the second shot?" he asked and took a drink.
"Oh, maybe from the back," she mused. "But first ... "
"Yeah?"
"You were talking about eating me before ..she smiled.
"Dirty lady," he grinned and set the glass down as he kissed her deeply.
She murmured with pleasure as his hands caressed her tits and moaned as his lips joined them to suckle her nipples. Her tongue flicked at her lips as his mouth continued downward, his cock sliding along her leg as he nibbled and licked her belly. She spread her legs wider, drawing them up as his mouth moved through the golden ringlets of her bush. She caressed his head as he circled her slit with his tonguing kisses and inhaled sharply as his tongue slithered into her nook. She stretched and purred with delight as she felt his tongue skim over her clit and curl over the walls of her cunt, laddling the rich nectar of their shared juices into his mouth. Her twat began to pulse hotly again and she quivered with a small, delicious orgasm.
Smiling, he raised his head and looked up with lidded eyes. Her hands on his shoulders, she pulled him up toward her eagerly, her eyes glowing with excitement. He laid his body atop hers, rubbing his hardening cock against her gash, pressing his chest to her ripe tits and his hands cupped her head. She ran her tongue over his closed lips and he suddenly opened his mouth to thrust his come-coated tongue into her mouth. Her gripping hands sliding up and down his arms, she spun her tongue gleefully in his mouth, frothing the mix of their love juices and savoring the taste, his tongue flowing with hers.
He reached down and drew one of her legs up against her body as she sucked at his tongue, her tits twisting her hard nipples against his and he slid his erect cock up into her slit. Her eyes opened wide and she turned from the waist as he indicated, her curled leg moving under him as he lifted his hips. They shifted and her lush fanny caressed his abdomen and hips, their kiss continued over her shoulder as his hands slid around her to cup the domes of her tits.
Finishing off yet another roll of film, Carl exhaled deeply and took a long swallow of beer. Removing the roll of exposed film and putting it in its can, he looked down at his engorged cock and then smiled as he heard his wife's car pull to a stop in their driveway.
Putting the lens cap on, he set the camera aside and stripped quickly, finishing by the time he heard Eva unlock the front door.
"Hello, love," he called out.
"Hi," Eva replied, closing the door. Cropped chestnut curls framed her face with its high cheekbones, broad forehead, pointed chin, aquiline nose, full lips and large, jet black eyes.
"Hungry?" she heard Carl ask from the kitchen.
"Sure am," she answered, removing her coat. "It was a long meeting, but I think we've got the fuel allocation problems ironed out," she said, kicking her shoes off. "'Ironed out' sounds a bit domestic for an executive," she mused to herself with a grin, pulling her blouse free of her skirt. "What've you got to eat?" she asked, her voice trailing off as he came in from the kitchen.
"Apple butter?" he asked with a grin, his fully erect cock gleaming with a coating of the golden apple butter.
"Sounds good," she laughed. "But what's that you're serving it on? Whole wheat or rye?"
"Bread stick," he smiled salaciously.
"Umm, looks too thick for that. Pumpernickel, perhaps," she nodded. "Come here and let me find out," she said huskily, sitting down in a heavy, leather upholstered chair.
Her eyes moved over him as he approached, from his big prick and heavy balls to the shifting of his firm leg muscles and then up over his plated belly to his hard chest and finally to his strong face with its warm eyes as he came to a stop before her.
"Bet you just jammed it in the bottle, didn't you?" she smiled up at him.
"I'll have you know I only jam my cock in the jam jars, of which all we had was blueberry and not wanting a blue-stained cock, I therefore chose apple butter since-"
"E-nough," she laughed. "I take it that you're not going to answer?" she asked, easing her fingertips up his thighs.
"You jam with jam," he said, his eyes lidding as her fingers made slow circles on his abdomen. "With butter, you use a chum," he added, his voice growing thick.
"Is that why they call come cream?" she asked, her lips before the ripe head of his prick, her breath warmly fluttering over it.
"No, that's why musicians call improvising 'jam sessions'," he muttered.
"What?" she laughed, rubbing her fingers through his pubic hair, her thumb-tips circling the base of his shaft.
"You expect me t'make sense with you feeling me up?"
"Nope," she grinned and licked the lips of his cock-head. "Come here," she said lustily, her hand gripping his buttocks and sat back, pulling him against her, his prick sliding into her mouth.
He murmured with pleasure, his weight on his knees against the edge of the seat, his hands gripping the back of the easy chair as Eva ran her tongue over his tool to lick the apple butter from his throbbing shaft. His eyes closed to fully savor the suckling of her mouth around his bulk, her cheeks drawn in to merge with the roof of her mouth and with her tongue into a pulsating sleeve of ecstasy that sent surges of electric warmth swimming through his body. Her forehead pressed his abdomen, her hair brushing his belly and she pulled his prod deeper until she had it all, his head and the upper part of his shaft in her throat.
He moved his hands down to stroke her hair and her shoulders, her chin nuzzling his root through his scrotum, jiggling his nuts in rhythm to her sucking. She chafed the base of his whang with her teeth, her hands massaging his muscled rump and gripped his legs between hers.
The wash of her tongue, the tightening and loosening of her grip around his cock, the shifting of his balls and the ecstatic joy they produced began to fray his thoughts, his mind blurring as his flesh burned feverishly, his balls throbbing with his mounting spend. His fingers curled in her hair, his mouth open with the raptures consuming him.
He groaned, his body arching, his muscles locking and quivering. Her cheeks sucked in faster and faster, her breath gulped down around his throbbing weight, her tongue spiraling round his head and flashing up and down his dorsal vein. He cried out, shuddering. She gripped him harder as he swayed. His eyes opened wide. She moved her head faster and faster. He moaned deep in his throat, his mind going crimson as his come erupted, foaming through his prick, his body spasming with release. She continued to suckle, letting out a bit of his shaft so that the spew of his jism moved from her throat to her mouth, the thick cream coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
He sagged against her, his breath ragged, a smile of satiation on his lips. She continued to suck in slow, loving tastes as he went limp, washing the acrid stickiness of his semen from the now slack flesh of his still large shaft and let the warm brew down her throat.
"Whew!" he whispered after a moment, leaning back so that he could lower his face to hers, tasting himself in their long kiss, tongues caressing sensuously.
"The apple butter was very good," she nodded with just a trace of a smile.
"Don't like pumpernickel, hey?" he smiled, standing and drawing her into his arms.
"Too much mayo," she smiled.
"I'll see if I can manage mustard next time," he smiled back, his fingers opening her blouse.
"Ugh!" she grimaced. "Say, do you think you could manage a light-wine?" she offered as he slid her blouse from her shoulders.
"Talk to my nuts," he said, freeing the wide-set cones of her breasts from her bra, her long nipples pointing out to either side.
Her hands moved down his bare back as their mouths joined again, her tits pressing against his chest. Their breath deepening as their tongues wove serpentine patterns together, he opened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor as he slid his hands inside her panties, cupping the pliant cheeks of her fanny in his palms. She murmured into his mouth as his fingertips stroked the undercurve of her ass at the juncture of her thighs and her own fingers moved over his ass.
Lowering his head to her breasts, he slid the panties down her thighs as he kissed one of her erect nipples, his tongue spinning around the inch-long peg. She moved her hands over the sides of his stomach and raised one leg and then the other so that he could remove her panties without leaving her breasts.
The panties tossed aside, he moved his hands over her hips and then inward, stroking the shallows to either side of her cunt with the backs of his fingers. Gradually, his hands closed, caressing the swells of her ripe pubes, moving in toward the chestnut plume of her muff that just veiled the ripe slit of her womanhood. His mouth opened wide, drawing the point of one pyramidal breast inward, his tongue chafing the long spire of her nipple and she clutched his shoulders.
Her breath hissed out as he began to move the backs of his index fingers up and down her damp cunt lips in counterrhythm to one another, sending hot surges of pleasure throughout her cunny, his mouth drawing on her throbbing tit at the same time. Without a word being spoken, they both eased down until she was slouched back in the chair, her breasts heaving with her impassioned breathing, her head back with eyes closed and lips parted. Kneeling before the chair, he eased his fingers into the pink crevice of her nook and she raised her legs to hook them over the arms of the chair, opening her humid box wide for his weaving fingers. Her hands moved feverishly over his head and shoulders and down his arms, to where they brushed her thighs. His fingers sending electric patterns of delight through the gleaming pink walls of her snatch, his thumbs circled and bobbed the pulsing bolt of her clit.
He could hear her moans grow deeper, the press of her hands firmer upon his shoulders as he continued to center his attention on the gleaming pearl of her clit. Her mouth opened wide as the pulsings of pleasure became meteoric flashes that set her flesh aflame and exploded white lights behind her tightly closed eyelids.
Her legs tightened around the chair aims and her cunny spasmed around his fingers, a gasping cry escaping her mouth as she climaxed, her arms pressing his face tight against her tit.
Gulping air, she gradually lessened her grip upon his head and upon the chair arms and slumped back into the chair as he released her breast to touch soft kisses upon it, the movement of his hands easing within her slit. Finally, her eyelids rose slightly and he smiled at her.
"You taste better than wine," he whispered and touched his lips to hers.
Her legs dropped free of the chair and they stood together in a tight embrace. Stepping back after a moment, she guided him toward the couch and moved a heavy pillow to its center. Smiling back over her shoulder, she knelt on the couch and lay down atop the pillow, her ass raised invitingly.
"Enough appetizers," she whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. "Time for the main course."
Smiling again, he knelt between her legs and ran his hands over the taut cheeks of her uplifted fanny, drawing them apart to reveal the rosebud pucker of her anus. Leaning forward, he slid his hard cock into the base of her cunt, bathing it in her hot nectar.
Murmuring happily as his thick length slid up into her twat and then back out, she squeezed her tits in her hands, her cheek against the soft upholstery of the couch. She gave a little gasp as his prod came free and a deep moan as she felt the now lubricated head nuzzle into her ass.
He felt her sphincter muscles relax around the insertion of his rod and then clutch knowingly around him in quick caresses as he sank ever deeper between the rich domes until they pressed against him. Leaning forward, he kissed the nape of her neck and moved his hands under her to join with hers in caressing her tits as he began to nudge and roll his prick in the firm grip of her ass which twisted back against him.
She groaned, her fingers linking tightly with his around her tits and they rose up onto their knees. He felt his flesh begin to tingle with a heightening warmth, his shaft tremoring in the quicksand pull of her ass. She reached back with one hand, stroking his hip and he moved one hand down over her taut belly to curl his fingers up into her wet gash, caressing her clit with his palm as his fingertips worked against his cock through the membrane between cunt and ass.
Thrusting her ass back upon the spar of his prick, she gurgled with pleasure at the added stroke of his fingers which seemed to fuse her lower body into one broiling cauldron of delicious joy. One breast in his hand, the other in her hand, she turned her head to snake her tongue out with his. Her nostrils flared and her lips pulled back to bare her teeth in an animal growl of carnal pleasure, her clit pulsing faster and faster, her flesh seeming alive with rapturous fever.
He licked at her tongue, his balls throbbing as they slapped at the apex of her thighs, his shaft burning in the lashing movements of her fanny. He tensed, his head tilting back and his hands clutched as his jism began to break free. She gripped his hips, twisting hers, bucking her fanny on the skewer of his jerking whang, his fingers pulling her clit into a molten explosion that seemed to send lava through her blood vessels. Their cries merged as his come flooded her bowels and their bodies shook as one with the might of their joined orgasms.
Her mind spinning, she put her arms out to break her fall and they collapsed together on the couch, pushing the pillow onto the floor. Their cheeks together, his arms slid around to embrace her and she reached back to caress his face as their hearts began to beat a little slower.
"Listen," she whispered breathlessly, "forget about the wine. I'm drunk enough on wha y'got."
"Me too," he smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Say, you're going out of town tomorrow, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yeah, damnit. But that's the only way the merger'll get done," she said, turning her head to touch her lips to his.
"Well, hope it goes as well as this merger," he grinned, rubbing his crotch against her fanny, his cock still within her.
"Half as good would be fine," ' she smiled back. "Y'know, I'm glad I'm not married to somebody else."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'd be cheating on 'em with you," she smiled and turned around into his arms, his prick coming free as they held one another tightly, their mouths joining in a long, loving lass.