Chapter 5
Bill Silva swirled his nimble tongue around in her crotch like a whisk, giving that tasty twat a parting lick, and then stood up behind the well-sated blonde. She was sprawled out over the desk, her delectable behind hiked up, her thighs spread, her skirt still above her hips. For a moment, the horny used-car salesman merely looked at her, fascinated by the contours of her splendid body and thrilled by the expectation of mounting her; his tongue was satisfied and now his prick was fairly on the rampage in his pants, trying to rip through the material.
He yanked the zipper down.
Hearing the rasp, Belinda turned her face and looked back over her shoulder, wanting to see his cock before it disappeared into her twat.
She blinked.
Bill had hauled his fat tool out from his fly and Belinda was astonished by the bizarre proportions of that remarkable hunk of meat.
He opened his belt and let his trousers drop, exposing his whole three-piece set and, seeing that she was looking at him with concentration, he pushed his hips out toward her, putting his cock and balls on display as if it had been a mounted trophy, some stuffed head with a solitary horn.
His prick was of an average length but it looked stubby and truncated because of the incredible breadth of the stalk and knob. The great, mushroom-shaped crown was pulsating and starting to foam; the gnarled shaft writhed with readiness and his testicles looked as though they were about to burst.
"What a fat cock!" Belinda exclaimed in delight.
"Nice, huh?" he said, beaming with pride. "Very nice...."
"You want it, lady?"
She smiled by way of answer, thrusting her ass and pelvis higher so that her crotch was angled in position on the fucking platform of the desk.
Bill shuffled closer.
He wrapped his fist around his shaft, holding it like a baseball bat or truncheon, grasping it by the handle with the big head flaring out. Pushing his hips out, he directed his prick toward her cunt. The great knob was glowing; she could feel the phallic heat from his penis and nuts wash over her ass and haunches as if it were a fiery brand that he was holding out toward her.
Her cunt was just as super-heated.
Although she had just had a lovely climax in his face, she always liked to follow a lingual orgasm with some good fucking, and she was looking forward to being stuffed full of that incredibly thick, hard prick.
He placed the tip of his joint against her creamy, pink slot and ran it up and down. Her cuntal lips pulled on his knob, fluttering and slurping.
Bill pushed his cockhead into her pussy.
The big purple slab spread her labia wide as it slipped up into her sexual depths, filling her slot to the brim, like a peg fitting into a hole of exactly the right circumference. He paused for a moment, then rammed the whole length into her. His dork steamed up her center, and the randy blonde gave a little gasp of surprise, followed by a contented sigh, as she felt her va gina spread wide to accommodate that wide load. She didn't think she had ever been so full of cock on the first stroke; usually the initial stroke was fluid and easy, until she clamped her vaginal muscles down and out-lined the dimensions of the dong of the moment. With Bill's massive tool, though, there was no need to tighten her hole around the contours. He had spread her out to the limit, testing the elasticity of her pliable pussy thoroughly. Had his dick been a single millimeter fatter, she didn't think she could have managed it.
For his part, Bill was astonished to find that his was fitted snug and tight, gripped by her slippery gash as if in a vise. He was used to his wife's cavernous cunt ... he figured that Belinda would have a really tiny twat.
For a moment he just stood there, appreciating the sensation of having his pecker in a tight sheath.
Then Belinda began to move sinuously.
She pulled her crotch forward, then pushed back, turning her hips from side to side as she thrust. His cock was fitted so tightly up her snatch that, on the initial stroke, instead of sliding up her love hole and down on his shaft, she merely pulled his hips along with hers, his prick remaining buried. But then the fit loosened fractionally. When she moved in again, she pulled her cunt up his cock, then pushed down, sheathing it to the limit, drawing away until only the huge head remained up her slot, then slowly collaring him again.
He was standing still, his feet braced, so that she was masturbating him with her box.
She whimpered, "Fuck ... fuck me...."
Bill began to thrust into her, slowly at first, then with increasing vigor. His hard, hot pork slithered up her wet snatch like a poker into wet satin. His hands cupped her under the belly, lifting her beauteous buttocks higher as he plowed in. His balls swung like the clapper on a carnal bell, whanging against her crotch with a soggy sound. He poured the prod in with short, sharp jabs, then fed her a few long, rippling strokes. Then, he changed the angle and came in with an underslung lunge that bounced her ass on the upward penetration. Her slickened labia were being drawn and dragged outward as he pulled his massive prick out; as he plowed in, he stuffed those hairy twat lips right up her hole alongside his cock.
Belinda held still for a moment, letting him pound into her. Then she began to meet his thrusts, jamming her pelvis back as he banged in.
Cuntal juice emanated from her well-packed pussy, soaking his belly and thighs; ribbons of the creamy stuff poured down her crotch, soaking the edge of the desk.
A spurt of gism jetted from his cockhead as he pushed up her vertical slit, helping her cuntal cream lubricate the friction of their frantic coupling.
Belinda moaned when she felt that hot cum jet; like a catalyst, it started her own juices flowing even more heavily than before. Her hips spun wildly about, her dreamy rear end humped madly, she squirmed and writhed in ecstasy as he kept up the steady battering that was stuffing her twat so delightfully. The thrill was building up inside her. It swept across her loins, crashing with tidal force in her cunt.
Her pussy began to cream.
Bill felt her vagina turn to oil around his stalk; he plowed up the greasy channel with renewed force and speed, his belly whacking against her bottom and his balls slapping into her lower belly.
He leaned over her, bowing.
Then he threw his head and shoulders back, arching, so that his curved body touched her rounded backside only on the crucial point of contact.
His thighs had started to tremble, his entire body was vibrating and his prick was swelling up even further, stuffing her so full of fuck stick that she felt she was being gorged with the wonderful load.
Suddenly he stiffened.
His orgasm hit him so hard that, for an instant, he stood motionless as the sap started to rush up from his balls and boil into his shaft.
Then he shoveled the meat to her in wild abandon and his cum hosed her cunt with a mighty torrent.
Feeling his hot jizz pour into her pussy, the oversexed girl wailed and let her own climax arrive, her cuntal juice gushing out around his spurting cockhead in an oily maelstrom, a whirlpool of lust that was sucking her down into the swirling depths of ecstasy.
His huge cunt-reamer raked and hoed her pussy, pumping the pussy sauce out of her. Her twat worked on him like a velvet suction cup, milking him to the bone.
Spurt after spurt of milky lust gushed into her gash, and load after load of pearly pussy nectar seeped from the padded walls of her joy box and comingled with his male juice until her hole was seething with the lava of love. Loops and coils of cum lashed through sheets of twat juice; her crotch was frothy and foaming as the fluids poured out.
At last they were drained.
He pulled his fat plug out of her like a cork out of a bottle. The knob bobbed up and down like a counterweight on the softening shaft, as if undecided whether to go up or down-rising like a hot air balloon and hauling the stalk upright or falling like a plumb line.
Her crotch was so creamy that it looked as if she had been sprayed with shaving lather.
"Oh, that was so nice," she purred.
She slid off the desk; juice streaming down her thighs. Bill gallantly offered her his breast pocket handkerchief, but she spurned it; instead, she wiped off her cunt with her hands and then lapped the scum up with her tongue while Bill gasped at her in amazement.
"You have such a fantastically fat dick," she lauded as she lithely stooped to retrieve her panties.
"Want some more, then?"
"I'd love some more," she commented, drawing her panties up over her squirming hips. "But I really don't have any time, now, Bill. I have things to tend to. But ... I might come back and see you again, sometime...."
She smoothed her leather skirt down.
Bending over, she kissed the head of his prick-a light affectionate smooch, rather than an arousing one, as if thanking that broad hunk for the pleasure it had given her.
"Anytime," he said.
"We'll see."
"Anytime you need some fat prick...." he offered.
And then, being the businessman he was, he added, "Or a nice green Chevy."