Chapter 5
David was going to bring Sandra off again-several more times-but she couldn't have his load yet. He intended to get her utterly hooked on him before their dalliance ended. He didn't get to fuck such a beautiful, sexy woman every day.
He continued to play with her with his tongue and finger, gradually bringing her closer to her explosion. When she came so much that she went onto automatic pilot, he would give her a good, hard fuck and finish her off with a flourish she wouldn't soon forget.
She assisted him as a matter of course. Her body began to convulse and twist harder, then went into a paroxysm of movement as she started cumming again. He waited until she reached the peak again. Then he rose up and drove his huge, stiff love lance to the depths of her spastic cunt with one powerful lunge.
She squealed and started cumming harder, just as he wanted. He stroked his cock into her with long, forceful thrusts. His big balls slapped the cheeks of her ass with loud smacks.
Her cunt spasmed turbulently. The heated heaving deep in her belly turned her insides to mush. Her whole body exploded with passion.
She went from a single, hard climax to a series of multiple orgasms, something she seldom did. Her cunt clasped and tightened involuntarily. For several long, mind-shattering moments, glorious sensations spread out from her cunt, wracking her nerves, searing her entire being. She wasn't even aware that he filled her cunt with hot j ism.
He withdrew his cock and lay down by her with one hand covering her hairy mound. He extended his finger along her leaking crack and began to wiggle it gently.
"Dear sweet God in heaven," she whispered. "You're going to drive me crazy!"
He kissed her lips tenderly. "You are a bona fide treasure, Sandra. You fuck with everything you've got."
"Don't you mean that I cum with everything that I've got?" she said with a chuckle. "You haven't given me a chance to fuck yet. You keep holding me down. Even then, you're giving me a lot of enjoyment. When are you going to have your fun?"
"I am having fun, dear lady," he assured her. "I thoroughly enjoy watching you cum. You get off with such vigor and enthusiasm."
"I want your cock in me, darling! I want to get on top and fuck you." She grabbed his cock before he could pull away.
"Sounds fine to me, but you'll have to suck it back up."
"My pleasure," she replied cheerily.
She stroked his dick, measuring it with her hand. "Oh, boy," she whispered. "This is a monster."
She stretched her jaws as wide as she could and still got only the knob past her teeth. She hated to think of the trouble she would have when it got hard! Being an intrepid little trouper, however, she did her best.
"Don't break your jaws, honey. Take as much as you can and use your hands." He reached down and cupped her dangling tits. Even his big hands couldn't hold all of her abundant mammary flesh. He chuckled and said, "Now that's what I call a fine pair of jugs."
She wrapped both hands around the thick shaft, one above the other, and began to work them up and down as she sucked and licked the head. His prick filled and stiffened methodically.
He picked her up, turned her around, and put her down over him in a sixty-nine. She went right back to the task of sucking and stroking his growing monster. He pushed her legs apart, pulled her ass down, and began to lick her succulent gash.
His tongue felt like a cock when he shoved it in her hole. It went deeper than any tongue ever had. Somehow, he even managed to rub his chin on her clit as he fucked her with his tongue, doubling her pleasure. She stayed after his humongous cock until it stood tall and proud. He picked her up again, turned her around to face him, and set her down on his stupendous spear.
"Aaahhh," she mumbled.
She put her feet on the floor, stopped her downward movement, and reached between her legs to grasp his cock. He took his hands away and let her take her time. She held his cock steady and squirmed on top of it. She looked down between her legs and watched about a half-inch penetrate her.
She vacillated, afraid to go lower and let more of the cunt-splitting pole enter her. She looked between her legs again, then at him. She sighed, clenched her teeth, and sat down.
"Aaahhh!" she wailed.
She watched raptly, inspired by the titillating sight as she slowly sat down on the monster prick. Her mouth hung open and her eyes couldn't get any bigger.
He put his hands on her hips and began to fuck her up and down on his cock. "That's the way, baby," he said softly. "You can do it. It's been in there before. Just relax and it'll all go in."
Sandra giggled almost hysterically. "How can I relax with that monster splitting me open?" She took a deep breath. "Oh, fuck, it feels good!"
The cheeks of her ass cheeks touched his thighs. She looked at her crotch, ran her hand around her cunt, and beamed with pride. "I've got it," she whispered. "I've got every bit of his monster." She looked at him and grinned. "Now, buster, I'm going to fuck you good!"
Once she discovered that her cunt could handle his cock, she began to bounce up and down, riding his prick with gusto. Her big tits jiggled and swayed and shimmied all over her chest. Much to her astonishment, she didn't last long. Lust lurking just under the surface ambushed her long before she fucked him as long as she wished.
She convulsed, then went wild. Her cunt spasmed around the big cock, momentarily stopping her. A split second later she began to move again. She jerked and bucked, and actually jumped up and down, and corkscrewed her ass in tight circles.
"God damn," he muttered. He had never seen a woman gyrate so stormily while fucking him. He sure hoped he got a lot more cracks at this little spitfire. "You've got it coming, baby," he mumbled. "Just a few more wild jumps and you'll get it."
"Give it to me," she gasped. "Fill my hot cunt full of cum." Incredibly, she began to fuck him harder and faster.
David whooped, lunged up to get the last tiny little bit of his cock in her cunt, and blew his load. Sandra came again and got wilder. His cum and her juice poured out of her tightly stretched cunt. She lost her balance and fell forward. He embraced her tenderly and caressed her back and patted her ass as she continued to hump his cock until she had drained every drop of his essence.
In a few moments, she was sound asleep, still lying on top of him. He turned her onto her side and snuggled her tenderly.
She woke a few hours later. She lay in his arms, her back to him, her ass snuggled into his groin. The drapes were drawn, and she couldn't tell if it was night or day. Not that she cared.
As sleep tiptoed away on timid feet, she became aware of his stiff prick stuffed between her legs. She didn't know how long it had been there. At least long enough to get her cunt wet with desire.
She eased away from him and rolled him onto his back. She held his prick with light fingers and played with it. She kissed the tip, then opened her mouth wide and covered as much of the long stem as she could. He rewarded her with a deep sigh. She didn't need any more encouragement.
She straddled his hips, held his cock steady with one hand, and began to lower her ass. His jumbo knob slipped between the lips of her pussy and entered her tight sheath. She let out a deep sigh and shivered. His cock felt as good as it had earlier-long and thick and tremendous.
She rose to a sitting position astride him. She put both hands on his belly to steady herself and began to hump her ass slowly. She stared between her legs at the lascivious vision of his fulfilling prick sliding in and out of her cunt.
He came awake slowly. He kept his eyes closed and treated the episode like a graphic product of his randy imagination. He put his hands on her hips. Using them as a reference point, he moved both hands inward, over her belly and between her legs.
She watched his hands, smiling slyly. She gasped when his fingers touched the lips of her pussy and began to tug them gently. His cock was so long that she had to lift herself off her knees to reach the end. She rode about halfway up his shaft and knelt with her legs straight to give his hands better access to her crotch.
He pulled on her tightly stretched, slick cunt lips, caressed her hairy crotch, and tickled her clit.
"I love everything you do to me," she whispered hotly. "You can do anything you want!"
"Don't make rash promises," he muttered. "I might hold you to them someday."
"Oh, God, David, I don't care! Just tell me what you want! You're making me crazy! You can have whatever you want, darling. I'll do anything, whatever you say."
She accepted his erotic dabbling until her passions reached the boiling point. Then she began to fuck him again. She squatted over his loins with her feet on the bed and her hands on his chest. She began to twist her ass around and lunge up and down. Her tits dangled down so far that her nipples grazed his chest.
He put his hands around one heavy mound to caress and knead the pliant flesh. He scrubbed her stiff nipple over his chest and pretended to milk her full tit. She moaned and rode his prick frantically. She alternated ducking her head to watch his prick go in and out of her cunt and lifting it to look at his face.
Her passions boiled over. Her movements became herky-jerky and ungainly. He stuck one hand back between her legs and began to finger her clit. She threw her head back and screamed. He frigged her clit and pulled at her tit. She bucked and jumped around on his cock so frantically that he thought she might throw herself off the bed.
In her mind, light-years passed before her orgasm began to ebb. Her movements slowed and she fell off her knees and let her ass drop heavily. His cock stabbed to the very bottom of her cunt. She lay on top of him and squeezed his big prong with her cunt muscles.
"You are insatiable," he said softly. "I love it."
"Can you cum?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.
He caressed her ass with both hands and chuckled. "Probably not. I think you've taken everything I have to give for a while."
She pushed herself up and looked down at him. "I hate to leave your cock so hard. Doesn't it hurt?"
He moved his hands to her tits, hefted and massaged the big globes. "No. It would hurt only if I needed to cum and you left me that way."
She struggled off him, leaned over and began to lick his dick. She lapped up her pussy juice, then lay down by him.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Famished! What time is it?"
"About midnight."
"Is that all?" she said skeptically. "I thought it must surely be morning."
"Time flies when you're having fun, but not that fast. Would you like to go to a pancake house and pig out?"
"I don't know if I can walk!"
"I can probably throw something together."
"That sounds better than getting dressed and going out."
He grinned. "I like the part about not getting dressed. Let me up, and I'll see what I can rustle up."
"You know what, David?"
"What?
"I don't remember you kissing me even one time. Don't you like to kiss? Especially when you fuck."
"Which part of your luscious body would you like me to kiss?"
"Well, you kissed my pussy earlier-and very well, too, I might add-so on the mouth this time. We'll get around to the other parts one of these days."
He leaned over her, put his lips lightly on hers and slithered his tongue into her mouth. The kiss grew in intensity and her toes curled.
She dug into her food like a half-starved mountain lion. Eating voraciously and maintaining a lady-like decorum wasn't easy, but she managed.
"Well, I see that you also have an appetite for food," he said lightly.
She looked at him gravely. "I don't usually make such a pig of myself. About sex, I mean. You aren't good for me."
"I am very good for you. The best thing that's ever happened to you, in fact."
"Everyone is entitled to her opinion," she quipped.
He changed the subject abruptly. "Do you like the taste of pussy as much as you like cock?"
"What makes you think that I like pussy at all?" she asked evasively.
"You licked my cock every time I fucked you, so I know you like the taste of your own pussy."
"Maybe I just do that to please you."
"You do it to please both of us," he said flatly. "Why don't you cut out the bantering and answer my questions truthfully?"
She stood and stretched like a contented pussy cat. She grinned slyly and pushed out her chest, accentuating her bountiful breasts. "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. To sleep."
"Want me to bathe you?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.
"Oh, no. I know what you want. If I cum again tonight, I'll lose my mind. What little of it I have left."
"You know where the bathroom is. I'll join you in a few minutes."
Sandra laughed. "You never give up, do you? I'll take a shower by myself, thank you."
He shrugged and cleaned up the kitchen while she bathed. He took a quick shower and joined her in bed.
"I just had terrible thought," she said. "You aren't going to stay in this house, and I'm afraid you aren't going to stay in this town after you sell it."
"Obviously, I can't stay in this house, but I'll be in town. I've got to go away for a few days, but I'll be back. I've already reserved a motel room down the road. I'll call you when I get back. I have plenty of time to decide where I want to live. I have my eye on a little log cabin up in the foothills, about fifteen minutes out of town. Isolated, but close enough to be handy."
"You'd better call me, or I'll come looking for you! With a gun of my own!"
"Lady, you'll never have to hold a gun on me to get me to fuck you! You are absolutely fabulous."
"Are you just blowing smoke?"
"I don't tell a woman that she's fabulous unless she is."
"Does that include those sexy little coeds you've been fucking?"
"Oh, yes! Absolutely. They're fun, but they don't have the skills and expertise that you do. Only one comes close, and she needs a little seasoning."
She snuggled down in his arms. "I've never tasted another pussy," she said softly.
She went to sleep. For a while.