Chapter 5
Laura Bennington had decided, when ending her ten-year marriage with divorce, to celebrate by treating herself to a week's worth of erotic fun at Ecstasy Isle. At forty, she still possessed a firm, sensuous figure devoid of wrinkles, sagging and other indications of advancement. To the untrained eye, she appeared a healthy, vibrant brunette with ten years subtracted from her actual age.
Though her tits weren't as big as she would have liked, her body was lean and taut. Her nipples hardened after a prolonged caress. She aroused easily when provoked.
Laura was ready to live life to its fullest; accountable to no one, she was geared for fast-lane action. She was no longer saddled to a doctor who gave his career priority. Laura quickly learned she was expecting to keep the home fires burning while enduring weeks without seeing her husband. His hours at the hospital were poorly managed in the first place, but when she insisted, after five years of the same agenda, that he revise his schedule, he just as equally insisted she mind her own business.
He felt his presence was greater appreciated in a life-saving atmosphere than at home. Laura gave the marriage another five years, then threw in the towel. She was afraid to waste the rest of her life-and beauty-remaining at home, awaiting the next event on their social calendar to occupy her time. Cutting her losses was the only choice.
She didn't have much of a sex life with Steven. It wasn't as though she didn't enjoy spreading her legs for him, but he never put much care in his performance. Laura had to fake orgasms with him simply because he gave her insufficient time to respond. His cock always felt good in her pussy, but before she was able to build her pleasure, he came.
She tried vibrators for a while, and did receive satisfaction from them. Laura, however, craved companionship. She wanted to be aroused by someone through conversation, have it heightened through touching, then consummate the attraction sexually. The intoxicating sensations a vibrator produced were temporary. After she came, the recovery was all too swift-making her aware of how lonely she truly was.
That was just about the time when Laura began developing an interest in women.
Laura's divorce lawyer, Cheryl Barrett, sensed her disinterest in men. Both women were stunning brunettes with sexy bodies and similar tastes. Cheryl was a good judge of character and interpreted Laura's reaction to her as a sign of sexual preference. Although Laura disclaimed having had lesbian experience, Cheryl set out to prove those tendencies existed.
After inviting her to her apartment at the conclusion of her divorce proceedings, Cheryl offered Laura a potent cocktail. Laura, unsuspecting of her lawyer's designs, accepted the beverage as a token of friendship and consumed it with little encouragement. The usual banter ensued, composed of gossipy chatter. As they conversed, Laura couldn't help from realizing how beautiful Cheryl was, that her figure was perfectly maintained, and made a mental note to join a health club. But her observations had erotic overtones as she traced the curves of Cheryl's body and thought her tits irresistible. The invitation of perfumed flesh beckoned. Cheryl did nothing to dissuade her. She found every reason to sit as close as possible, brushing her with those trim thighs, and even bumping her with those tits. Fantasy evolved. Laura saw Cheryl's mouth over her own breast, sucking on her nipple until it got large and throbbing. To her complete surprise, her pussy became soaked. She crossed and uncrossed her .legs several times, not wishing Cheryl to detect her horny scent. Her clit pulsated, longing to be rubbed. The alcohol, however, isolated her anxiety and allowed her to collect her thoughts. After a while, she willingly surrendered to the fragmented images stuck in her mind.
Cheryl's antennae discounted nothing. She brought the enticing curves of her body at closer range. Laura was mesmerized by the packaging. Cheryl's tits bulged out of her blouse now that the top buttons were undone; one more button would expose more of its luscious shape. She began to wonder what color panties Cheryl wore, and more importantly, if they were lace. Cheryl's pubics would be easily displayed through the latticework if that were the case. Laura's head was so filled with curiosities she couldn't begin to explain their origin.
When Cheryl's hand finally ventured under Laura's dress and enclosed her pussy, the flames of desire raged. Laura almost fainted with joy as Cheryl's inserted a finger into her juicy crevice. She pumped her several times while watching her expression. Laura could see Cheryl was quite seriously about having sex with her.
As Laura stretched out on her back, Cheryl removed her panties. Cheryl's tongue found gainful employment at the source of Laura's sweet nectar. Luxuriant dabs at her clit caused Laura to undulate in blissful surrender. Never had she experienced such joy as when those creative licks found unexplored regions between her legs. Laura thrust her pussy at Cheryl's mouth, urging to swallow all that she dared. Her face was smeared with her fragrant juices.
Recounting the episode left Laura wet. She had twisted wildly on the sofa while Cheryl, having assumed a dominant position, lapped her clean. God-Cheryl never tired of giving head. Her energy was boundless. She could suck pussy for hours, setting an effort few could duplicate. Laura had a session with several others, but discovered none of them could repeat the same carefully executed strokes. Cheryl also stayed on her clit until Laura begged for mercy. Her ability to bring Laura to swift climax remained unchallenged.
There were other sensual aspects to that initial encounter. When Cheryl brought Laura's legs over her shoulders and caressed her buttocks, things really heated up. Cheryl made quite a meal of Laura's snatch, stretching her feast to its limit. She bore down on her pussy, dividing those lips with her tongue and keeping them open with ravenous whips. Cheryl essentially fucked her with that tongue. Oh, God-just remembering got her horny.
The alcohol in her system ebbed to a level where Laura began to question her sanity. What was she doing, letting a woman service her? Her vision blurred as Cheryl's tongue penetrated her. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. In the next second, Cheryl was lashing her pink flesh with tingly saliva. Her mouth remained constant, sending her into orbit. Even when she doubted the reason she submitted to this, she saw, to her amazement, how her pussy automatically went back to those lips and tongue for more. After several minutes of uninterrupted sucking, Laura came as never before. Tears poured from her eyes while her oxygen supply was threatened. Nobody, especially her husband, gave her such a powerful orgasm.
Laura wanted to tell Cheryl how wonderful it had been, but Cheryl didn't want to hear a word. Instead, she grasped Laura's head and shoved it between her legs. Laura knew by instinct Cheryl craved the same form of gratification. Having studied her technique, she felt confident of reproducing it.
She didn't know quite what Cheryl expected, but she gave it her all. She started by sinking her tongue into Cheryl's tangy orifice. The sudden jerk of her hips told Laura she was on the right track. Continuing with a vibrating lick, she traced the sluiced lips until they were clean of juice. She concentrated on her love button, slurping it until the thing turned into a pebble. Wetness gushed around her, all attended by her curling tongue. Prior to this session, Laura had never tasted a woman's secretions; with Cheryl's pussy in her face, her lack of expertise was transparent. Licking a clitoris could hardly be weighed as a perversion-not when hers had been done to perfection. Men, somehow, seemed ill-suited for this task; a woman understood the manner in which cunt-lapping should be effected. A woman could render innate satisfaction.
When Cheryl surrendered control, Laura considered it a compliment. Cheryl's buttocks thrashed against the cushions while her fingernails raked through Laura's hair. She mumbled incoherently, looking disheveled, and slammed her cunt right into Laura's face. Laura finished her off at that moment, licking her until she screamed with pleasure.
Laura's entire world changed. Although her girlfriends made every attempt to fix her up with men, it was the women that caught her eye. Women were the ones who aroused her. Women made her hungry.. .and women were the reason she came to Ecstasy Isle.
"Oh, my God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Roxanne Plenty was on her stomach, feeling a big dick sliding in and out of her pussy. The man who was fucking her was some nameless stud she had made eye contact with and now had her positioned over a rock. She had suspected he was too drunk to cum, and judging from the long time he spent inside her, she doubted it would happen. His stiff cock went deep, burrowing into her snatch. His thrusts were steady, his balls smacking her ass.
"Oh, baby," she whimpered. "You're so big and hard. Yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me good."
She had wanted Gary Fisher, but settled for him. In the beginning, he wasn't altogether a bad substitute. She had let out a whistle when he whipped his thing out, then sucked on it until it was functional. He was only semierect when he entered her, but after pumping her a few minutes, became a rock. Ohhhhhhhhh! His hands clamped her waist as he fed his excited member into her compressed hole. His pelting groin lingered in the shelter of her buttocks as he held himself inside her. He was securely latched to her writhing form. Both of them sweltered heavily as they fucked.
"Yes!" Roxanne sobbed. "Pound it in me, stud. Hard! Give me the best part of yourself! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me! It feels so good. Oh, baby, you're going to make me cum. Ohhhhhhh. Get that dick in there. Oh, yeah! Ohhhhhhhh-"
The man said nothing other than a few low-pitched grunts. He performed on command. He fucked her and fucked her until she came twice. But he, on the other hand, seemed ready to go on forever.
Roxanne pushed him away with a shaky, yet determined hand. Her ardor cooled after a half-hour of pumping activity. Sweat was dripping down his face and chest. A hollow look was seen in his eyes. Too inebriated to cum, he stumbled back. As his cock became detached, she saw how juicy it was from her snatch. "Oh. Oh, baby. That's enough."
He sat on the rock against which they fucked while Roxanne put on her pair of bottoms. She might have gone on for a while longer, but there was no feeling expressed in his thrusts. The man might have been remotely aware he was surrounded in cunt, but who he had been fucking was debatable.
Roxanne nursed her pussy five minutes later. All that pumping inevitably lead to a dull ache that throbbed between her legs. She wished she had spent the night with Gary instead, but was disappointed she couldn't find him. The fucking wasn't nearly as good without him.
She bit her lip. She was beginning to sound just like one of her readers, sending her a letter about unrequited love. Roxanne didn't think she loved Gary, but affection was surely felt. Denial, however, was her game. She couldn't accept the fact she, too, was vulnerable to romance. Her readers looked to her for guidance when things screwed up in their relationships. She was the one who pinpointed where the trouble began and how to correct it; the trouble, invariably, pointed to the man.
Perhaps one of the attractions about him was his habit of shrouding himself in mystery. Gary mentioned very little of his background. like herself, he was hesitant to supply details. Gary, to her utter frustration, played by the same rules. She did manage to uncover that they lived in the same city. A barely concealed impulse to possibly continue some semblance of an affair existed. Roxanne fought against it, fearing rejection. If Gary had come to Ecstasy Isle for uninvolved sex-as did a great many others-then he might not be receptive. There was no telling how he would react. In either event, she had some of the hottest memories collected of any man she had come to know.
The ache between her legs persisted. Roxanne concluded the only method of restoration was the Jacuzzi near the pool. The warm jet streams would soothe her.
Fortunately, the area was almost exempt of bodies. Though a few milled about in alcoholic stupors, Roxanne was afforded the degree o privacy she craved to tend her aching pussy.
Settling into the healing waters, she gasped at the immediate comfort. Her nipples instantly grew to erectness, bobbing along the tingly spume. She observed, with mild amusement, how her tits resembled twin buoys floating in a sea of bubbles. The popping sensation revived her. Mmmmmmmmmm. She was most cognizant of the force from the propellants between her legs. Her pussy received maximum benefit from its stimulating hydraulic motion.
Roxanne settled back, lured by the swirling waters. She could almost fall asleep if she wasn't so turned on by the constant movement. Nonetheless, she closed her eyes and drifted with the flow.
Just as she became acclimated to her environment, she heard a splash at the opposite end of the Jacuzzi. Shit, she thought before looking, another horny male looking to make a conquest. After getting fucked against the rocks, Roxanne felt she had had her fill of cock for the day. Her pussy couldn't handle another inch.
"Mmmmmmmm," declared a luscious female voice, "isn't this marvelous?"
Roxanne found herself gazing at a woman of indeterminate age with tits the size of overly ripe melons. They swayed above the bubbling surface like appetizers, with nipples distended. The water, she suspected, was responsible for their condition. Breathing a sigh of relief that she wasn't to be confronted by another cock, she
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The girls, suitably attired, extended their chest for liquid impact. Some of the larger globes, captured securely by the shirt, stretched the letters to distortion.
"Wet down those tits!" a cry went up from the crowd.
Splash! After the buckets were flung, specific commentary was rampant. The dampened shirts, plastered to the proffered sets of tits, revealed eye-popping results. The jutting shapes beneath the sopping material took on stimulating definition.
"Jesus, that one wore falsies! Kick the bitch out!"
"Hey, that one tossed the water right back. Ten bucks says she did silicone."
"Oh, shit, I did leak."
"Man, you've got a serious problem. Now get outta here!"
"Fuck the pencil test. You could shove a typewriter between those babies and it wouldn't fall."
Cathy, as predicted, elicited the most favorable response. The drenched shirt molded against her magnificent chest accentuated the lushness of her lofty pairing. Water still dribbled through the peaks and valleys created, wringing through a luscious mammary maze. By popular vote, Cathy's tits were the winner. She was presented an envelope with one hundred dollars by one of the judges.
"Are you free later?" he asked, unable to keep from glancing at her chest.
She shook her head as Bill and Jim approached. "I believe I'm booked."
"Way to go, baby," Jim said. "We knew you could do it."
"Care for a private celebration, guys?" she suggested. "My room. Twenty minutes."
Bill caught her wink. "Make it ten."
Cathy shook off the excess water from her T-shirt. "Done. I just need a moment to get this thing off before I fucking catch pneumonia." She whirled around, searching for Alexa. Now where was she? Cathy had thought she'd seen her talking with some woman. She had wanted Alexa to join her; perhaps this was to be her big night. Cathy was "up" for some action, and wanted Alexa to participate. Perhaps together, they would put this matter of her pestering virginity to bed.
Oh, well, Cathy sighed in resignation after failing to locate her. Again, Alexa strikes out.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Roxanne exhaled sharply, sweat pouring from her temple, as the intense spasm swept through her flushed body. Naked, she shuddered on top of Gary, her nipples moist from the toil brought on by fucking. He was hard as a rock, buried deep in her cunt. She forced her pussy down with all her might, absorbing every last inch of cock, clenching it in her last throes, discerning its twitch as he injected her. The fever spread through her flesh.
"Uuuuuhhhhhhh-" he gasped, arching his hips until she felt his thickness stretch her insides. He, too, wanted to remain a part of her, suspending the moment.
She clutched his powerful shoulders, moaning, weakened by orgasm. It had been even better that the last time they did it-if that were possible.
He caressed her bare flesh with his hands, grunting, as he shrank in her cunt. His massage soothed the aches precipitated by their lovemaking. He obviously knew how sore he made her during the demands of urgency, and now he showed his appreciation.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she purred, disabled by the physical release they achieved. The muscles in her lower back and thighs smarted, forcing her to dismount. He groaned as his cock popped from her snatch, a soft pop that made him tingle again with desire. Without hurry, she lowered herself beside him, never taking her eyes from his face. He was the sexiest man she'd ever been with. She placed her head on his chest, weaving her fingers into the dense matting of hair. His heart pounded noticeably beneath her touch.
Gary eyed her skeptically. How much longer could he sustain the illusion of caring for her? From the beginning, he had wanted to hurt her, make her feel the pain she indirectly caused by ordering his divorce. When they were fucking, it was difficult to separate his feelings. He put himself entirely into pleasing her, making it the best she ever had. By putting quality before all else, he had accidentally included his emotions. The attachment proved far stronger than he realized.
"That was so good, Gary," she sighed, nuzzling him. "You know, I recently thought about what little I know of you. I mean, your background, your history-we've never discussed it. I want to know more about you, baby."
"What do you want to know?" he asked, afraid of the answers she might receive.
"What you do for a living would be a refreshing start."
"I'm a vice president at a bank."
"Hmmmmmmm. Were you ever married."
He swallowed roughly. "Yes."
She noted the pain in his expression. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"Is it necessary?"
"Not unless it makes you uncomfortable."
He clenched his fists. "My wife left me after.. .she received some advice."
Roxanne raised a brow. "From whom?"
"Someone she respected. A person she believed she could trust."
"Did you want the divorce?"
"No."
Roxanne sighed. "I don't understand. If you were happy with her, why couldn't you reconcile your differences?"
Gary shot up. "Look, maybe it's better we left it alone."
His fierce reaction puzzled her. Roxanne had touched on a nerve; somehow, she couldn't abandon it. The desire to set Gary's mind at ease became imperative. "I think we should discuss it. Obviously, you're still upset."
"It wasn't an amicable divorce, if that's what you mean."
"Gary, I want to help you."
"Why?"
His glare, along with his tone of voice, frightened her. "Because I happen to consider myself your friend."
Gary fought from letting his inner rage bubble over. As much as he didn't want to put his feelings on display, Roxanne forged ahead. "Is that what you've become to me, babe? A friend? You mean you're not just-a fuck?"
"I don't understand your change of attitude."
"There's a whole lot about me you won't."
Roxanne read Gary's negative vibrations as plainly as if they had been translated in verbal form. She knew it would be a matter of time before he opened up to her.
She had to do something to salvage what remained in order to perpetuate their affair. She purred and began rubbing his cock. Even though he seemingly emptied everything he had into her pussy, he still had the power to get it up in an instant. Another reason to save this relationship, she thought. She loved the resurgence of his virility. "My, my, just look at what we have here."
Gary couldn't resist her tantalizing ploy. He grew hard around her curled fingers. Her feathery touch seemed to have that delicious effect. "Can't help yourself, eh?"
"Guess I'm just a naughty girl."
He grinned, spreading his thighs to invite her continued treatment. "Very naughty."
"Want to teach me a lesson?"
"I didn't think there was anything left that you hadn't learned."
"How'd you like to fuck me in the ass?"
He glanced at her with what appeared to be apprehension. The notion apparently excited him, but he wasn't jumping at the opportunity. Her suggestions usually drew his swift approval, whether in verbal or physical consent. "Wouldn't it.. .hurt you?" he said, hoarsely.
"No, it won't," she encouraged him, elated that he had abandoned his fifth degree of her background. Apparently, she had nipped a long standing desire of his, and having pressed that hot button, she resolved to handle it with delicacy. "I want to feel you all the way, deep in my butt." If his expression didn't give her an accurate reading, the throb of his cock did. He was now bulging in her fist. "Besides, think how much tighter I'll be for this." She squeezed him.
He exhaled loudly, unable to protest further.
"Do you have any Vaseline-or K-Y?"
He smiled. "I'll be right back."
Roxanne's heart thudded in her chest. She was glad she had cleverly averted an argument, but was somewhat tense about having him penetrate her anus. Gary was huge; he'd split her in two if she wasn't careful. She'd simply have to relax her entire body and let him fuck her slowly.
Gary returned with a tube of K-Y Jelly. She made a great ceremony of squirting a generous amount in her palm, then smeared it over his dick. Gary grunted as she massaged him, making his cock slippery. She could tell from the smolder in his eyes that he had wanted to fuck her in the butt for some time.
Silently, she worked her fist. One thing was certain: she'd have to deal with a tremendous obstacle. Roxanne had never experienced anal sex with any man Gary's size. He was very nearly as thick as her wrist, and having something that large shoved into her rectum was not going to be easy.
At least he wasn't pursuing the topic of her introduction into his life. Roxanne wanted to avoid that one at all costs for the present time.
She rolled onto her stomach. "Lubricate me."
He took the tube, then squeezed some on his fingers. Knowing what they were about to do made his adrenaline surge. He stared at her perfect set of buns, the very ones he was about to bury himself between, and thought he was going to pop off right there and then. Jesus, this chick was hot. As angry as she got him, she converted that emotion into its intense counterpart. He inserted his finger into her rectum. The cold rush of the cream made her swoon. "Mmmmmmm. Stick it all the way in. I want to feel some of you now."
He pumped her hole, making it slick. She lifted her buttocks, moving with him. Watching her writhe and enjoy it made his cock stand straight up. Christ, he couldn't wait to get it into her right away!
"Oh, yes," she gasped, enjoying the tugging sensation. Her anus locked about his finger, thrilling to every puncturing inch. "Ohhhhh, Gary.. .deeper, now.. .oh, yes. Yes. Use more cream. I like the way it feels."
His dick jerked in response. "Not too much. You're going to slip away from me."
Her smile was sheer bliss. "I doubt you'd allow that to happen."
With blood engorging his cock, he doubted it as well. He dabbed a little more of the greasy substance inside her butt, delighting in its tight, silky fit. He then discarded the tube. He wanted her so badly he could taste it in his mouth! "Come here, baby," he muttered, laying on his side. "Come to me. Come." He stroked his oily hard-on.
Roxanne's pulse raced. The need in Gary's voice was all the stimulation she required. She wiggled her ass close to his groin. "Can't wait to feel your big thing in me. I want it so bad."
Gary spread her thighs apart and caressed the round swell of her butt cheeks. She was so soft, he thought gluttonously. He climbed between her legs, fondling her, soothing her. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible when he entered her. Despite his ferocious agony at wanting to be buried to the hilt, he didn't want her to undergo any pain.
"Gary," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhh, put it in me, please. Give me your cock, Gary-"
He took his swollen shaft and brought it to her lubricated opening, then pressed its bulbous head inward a fraction. He heard Roxanne's sharp intake, then a whining sob.
Roxanne felt the blunt trunk edging into position with her fingers. She massaged the length of his prick stretching from her gored asshole, feeling the slippery skin of his balls. Jesus! She moaned, then bent forward to afford him better leverage.
He pushed again, sinking more of himself into her. The tight ring of her asshole clamped itself to his meat. He groaned aloud, enjoying the rush.
"Gary," came her breathless moan. "More. I want more!"
He clenched his fists, afraid her cries would implore him to go more roughly. Shit, he was excited! No, he reminded himself, he wanted them both to enjoy this. It was going to take time getting the rest of him in her.
"Gary, please-"
"Easy, baby. Go easy, slow and steady."
Gary stood there a moment, giving her a chance to become acclimated to his size of his thick cock. Reddened, she took the initiative by thrusting her ass backward. She ignored the sharp discomfort of taking his wide column of meat into her dark channel and was rewarded by his gratified groan.
"What are you doing?" he gasped, feeling her ass shift beneath him. "Baby, no, oh, God, ohhhhhh, Christ, let me finish. You're going to hurt yourself."
"I don't care," she whimpered. She felt his hot sword fill her butt, spearing dense tissue. It hurt, but she was oblivious to the pain. She began to work her hips hard, as a swimmer would plunge the icy water to get the worst behind him.
The pain swiftly receded. She sensed the first sparks of pleasure flare into being. Soon, the scalding rod that occupied her anus gave birth to an inferno of desire. The sensations grew more intense, feeding and magnifying each other.
"Uuuuhhhhh." She pulled him into her, sucking his cock into that narrow massage. He no longer had to submerge another inch, she was taking him whole. His balls tingled with ecstasy, erasing his reluctance. He was planted deep in her bowels, smothered in a region of incredible pressure. It left him reeling.
Roxanne shivered on her stomach, intoxicated. She felt as though his entire cock took possession of her body, became a part of her flesh. The delicious ache of it plugging her asshole was sweetened by the knowledge of offering him this ultimate joy. Just listening to him groan stimulated her beyond anything she previously knew.
Slowly, she slid her hand under her until she located her clitoris. It was throbbing, welcoming her touch. Juice oozed from her cunt. As she leaned backward, she impaled herself on the long, wide hardne'ss of Gary's prick. Her eyes rolled back inside her head as her cunt was awash in blissful sensations.
"Fuck me, Gary. Pump me good. Wiggle that big penis deep inside my asshole! I want to feel you moving inside my ass!"
He began thrusting, letting his cock explore her asshole with a sense of exhilaration that filled his balls. They felt as though they would be blown from their sockets as he pushed himself farther into her butt. Gary drove his cock all the way in. His groin was smashed into the crevice of her beautiful ass cheeks. Her bowels embraced him, hot and tight, hotter than any cunt, tighter than any fist or mouth. In spite of her fevered pleas, he took care in fucking her, observant of her uneasiness. Roxanne appeared to have none of it, basking in his every lunge. Her little purrs and sobs increased with his momentum, alerting him to her satisfaction. He closed his eyes and fucked her, enjoying the soothing constriction that lured him to eventual orgasm.
"How good it feels," she sighed. "Your huge, stiff cock riding solidly up my ass!" She heard his grunt, then felt his powerful arms encircle and grip her more firmly.
The barriers of her anus seemed to expand to admit his burrowing hardness. Roxanne nearly swooned as he filled her, pumping her gently with his dick. Gary made this experience wonderful, thrilling her with the management of his passion and consideration. She rubbed herself harder, enabling heightened bliss. Rapture coursed through her hot, sweaty flesh. "Fuck me," she choked. "Fuck me hard!" She trembled at the pinch of her anus, followed by the sinking of solid man meat. "Fuck me, Gary. I want your cock, all of it!"
Gary performed on command, pounding himself into her with all his might. His prick throbbed with a scorching heat that could only be extinguished by orgasm. Her asshole was slippery, making it easy to slam his cock.
Suddenly, he shoved her finger from her clit and took over. Roxanne, startled by the action, quickly recovered as his frantic jiggling brought her to frenzy pitch.
"Oh, God, Gary, you're going to make me cum!" she wailed. "I can't stop myself. Gotta cum-"
His measured pistoning accelerated. He held her tighter, preparing to empty himself into her warm asshole!
"Hurry! Gary, please, hurry! I'm about to do it!"
Roxanne ground her butt cheeks to his groin, molding herself to his muscled frame as the contractions took purchase. She shuddered violently, twisting her flesh to his, moaning. Gary's fingers were stationed at her snatch, unrelenting in their clutch even as she thrashed.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!" she screamed, cumming again and again. The waves of pleasure washed over her heated body.
Through her delirium, she felt the seething river of cum explode from Gary's cock, gushing into her anus. He flooded her bowels with his hot spillage. They both squirmed and shook, enduring the wrath of their passion until exhaustion claimed them.
Gary disengaged himself after they had been heaving for oxygen several minutes. His cock was semi-erect, dislodging from her butt. More of his cum slopped from her asshole, pouring down the crescent of her bun.
"Are you okay?" he managed to ask, gasping. "I'd never want to do anything to hurt you, Roxanne."
Roxanne, sensitive from both orgasm and the delicacy of his withdrawal, simply nodded. She basked in the afterglow, feeling immensely gratified.
Gary cuddled up close to her, putting his hairy arm around her before falling asleep. Roxanne, however, refused to let rest consume her body. She was vividly aware of the tenderness he extended her-a departure from the self-indulgence he exhibited the first several times they were together. His tremendous ego wasn't as largely in evidence.
Did she care for Gary more than was safe? His reluctance to discuss himself haunted her. She shouldn't have been so demanding. After all, she left her identity a complete mystery.
Perhaps it was time to level with him. What difference did it make if she told him she was an advice columnist? It wasn't as though it were anything startling.
Roxanne smiled. She would save that information for their last night together. At that point, they'd decide whether or not to continue the relationship.