"Jesus!" Gus kissed her. His hand slid slowly down over her breasts, and paused to massage her belly. Then he went farther, cupping her crotch, rubbing her mound, and taunting her eager slit. His dick emitted the pearl drop she'd been expecting. He fucked it gently in and out of her closed fist, distributing the lubricant, getting her used to the feel of it, holding the kiss until he was fully hard and she was squirming to take him inside her red pussy.
Again he raised up on one elbow, staring down at her. "Fair exchange?"
She blinked, not knowing what he meant, but thinking it was nice of him to ask after he'd paid Miss Alberta for the use of her body. Her mouth formed a silent "Oh!", protesting when he took his hand from her crotch. She watched him move up on the bed, and use the wet finger that had been up her cunthole to trace the shape of her lips.
"Suck me off, too," he said.
She couldn't reply, couldn't trust her own voice. She didn't like being a cocksucker, and was repulsed by the memory of jism clogging her throat. But she couldn't say no. Because although she liked only straight fucking, or having her cunt lapped by a sandpapery tongue, she adored the stiffness gliding smoothly in and out of the palm of her hand.
Apparently sensing her reluctance, Gus added, "You don't have to take it all in. Just the tip – enough for me to get good 'n' worked up before I stick it in here!" His hand returned to her pussy, making her hips leap from the bed. "Just heat it up some, sugar. Not much; a nibble."
"Ow! Awright," she gasped, willing to do anything, anything he suggested, to feel the mighty thing spitting up her hot, hairy cunthole.
Gus wasted no time. Almost before the consent was out of her mouth, he shifted, placing his cock within licking distance. "We'll do it this way," he said, turning onto his side and taking her with him.
She moaned in anticipation as he lifted one of her legs and dropped it over his neck. She felt his hands take a firm grip on the two halves of her ass. His big cock jerked closer. She smelled herself on the shaft – the sweet, musky woman smell from her cunt. But it wasn't repulsive. Surprisingly enough, she found the aroma pleasing; like when she was small, and sometimes, knowing it was naughty but doing it anyway, she fingered her two virgin pockets and held the fingers to her nose.
Without waiting for Gus to direct her, unable to resist it a second longer, she curled her hands at the base of his rod. She fondled his balls – the biggest, heaviest, hairiest ones ever. Tentatively she flicked her tongue at the throbbing, purple-red tip.
"Arrghhh!" Gus buried his face between her legs, and licked.
Her toes curled, and her insides did flips. She opened her mouth to squeal, but nothing came out. It was as if the wet dart had found a way up to her heart, and was making it beat faster, faster and faster with each lovely lick, until she thought it would burst. Then she threw her head back, and Gus thrust, driving the knob of his sex deep into her face.
Wendy gagged. He'd said only the tip, and already two-thirds of the monster was inside her mouth. His smell intermingled with hers: the heady stink of man-asshole and sweat from his balls. Still, it wasn't repulsive, because the tongue at her pussy was laving, pistoning in and out of her cunt lips, exchanging spit for cuntjuice. And the meat in her face was resting, drinking her warmth.
"Ohhhhhh…" she breathed, closing her legs tight on his neck when he opened his mouth and blew moist air into her quivering cunt. His fingers, two on each hand, dug into her anus. It still hurt, and her buttocks, the tender red welts, felt like bloodthirsty leeches feasting on the raised bruises. But she didn't care about that. She was beginning to accept the pain, the torture, as a necessary evil preceding the ecstasy. It meant nothing compared to the thrill in her nipping cunthole. Noisily she sucked his fat dick the rest of the way into her face – loving it, every inch. She drank his sweaty man smell, closed her eyes, and fucked her small pelvis, her plump ass, her hot, little red pussy, as hard as she could. Then harder still, faster – the tongue coaxing her hidden pink love bud toward orgasm.
Suddenly Gus mouth was gone from her sex. She moaned, and his prick popped just as suddenly from her lips. She wanted to bellow, to scream. But before she could utter a word, he shifted, rolled her onto her back, and positioned himself between her widespread, trembling thighs. "Now let's fuck!" he ordered, the gentleness gone, the look on his face as hard and demanding as the stiffness bobbing like a wild jackhammer over her pussy. "Put it in for me, baby. Sweet cunt! Shove it all the way through them pretty red curls."
"Oh…!" The words sent a shiver up her spine. Without hesitation, she took firm hold of his cock and steered the plumb-shaped glans to the slit below her tight pussy wedge. "Ohah! Oh! Aieeee!" Her hips became the vibrating concrete below the mighty manmeat jackhammer.
"Yeah! Dh, fucking yeah!" Suspending his weight on outstretched arms, Gus looked down, and watched the tip disappear. "Motherfucker, lookit that pussy snap. Ah! There's a good little cunthole!"
Wendy glanced down too. Still holding the shaft, unable to bear the thought of letting it go, she thought how impossible it seemed that anything so fat, so long, so hard, could burrow so easily up the tightness she once had considered too tiny to oblige a douche stick. But it wasn't tiny at all, she now realized. It was just right – snug, versatile and precious. It held the key to the most giddy thrills. The inside walls were so soft and accommodating that she supposed she could take the biggest cock in the world. Two cocks even, as she'd done at the point, two dicks pissing cream in her face while one fucked where Gus now was driving. She closed her eyes tight, pushed and humped the meat up her belly, and tried to imagine what it would be like to have several mighty rods shooting off all at once in every hole in her body.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Embedding the last inches, pressing the fingers that refused to relinquish their prize into the slit too, Gus let himself down. His hands sought her firm, little-girl breasts. He circled the nipples, pressing down, making them pop. His lips pounced on one, sucking the lush pinkness greedily into the warmth of his mouth.
Wendy's head soared. Her entire being seemed to be concentrated in the red bush he was poking, in her rigid nipples. She lifted her knees at either side of his muscular loins, and let them fall sideways, opening her legs like the wings of a white butterfly. She relinquished her grip on his cock, wanting to feel his big, hairy balls at her crotch. "G-G-Guseeeeeeeeeeee," she screamed, hearing the place where the other Wendy, the one who cared about nothing except orgasm and cream, was waiting to greet her and teach her new ways to screw. Now she wanted the pain. She wanted him to fuck harder, to slam it into her guts, and tear her open from cunthole to navel. To fuck his dick up her as she'd never before been shafted.
"Do it! DO IT!" she grunted, telling him with her hips, her gyrating ass. "F-Fuck me out good. Real… oh! Oh! Real hard. Up. Um. Please. Ohhhh…"
Gus grunted. His teeth locked, cutting into the warm flesh of her nipple. His fingers danced down her rib cage, paused to gauge the roundness of her hips, and then slid under, gripping her buttocks, hefting the soft, creamy melons in the palms of his huge, calloused hands. He began to stroke. Greedily sucking her tit, lifting her bottom to meet each lunge, he set up a slow, steady fuck tempo – like a male belly dancer, cock dipping smoothly with each bump and pulling back with each forceful grind.
Tentatively Wendy raised one trembling leg, draping it over his waist. Her arms locked around his bull neck. She moaned into the crook of his shoulder. Her cunthole was smoking, it seemed. Afire!