"I yielded to your idea of one step at a time," Ross told her. "And I'm ready for the next step." He grinned, arching his eyebrows in a Satanic leer.
"Stinker!" she said. "If you were in my place, would you want me to give you a breather?"
"Okay," he conceded. "Golden Rule prevails. But I'm so eager to shove my cock in that juicy nest of yours that I can't promise how long I'll wait."
"Wellll…" she hesitated. "You can stick it in me whenever you want. Just don't start fucking until I cool down a little, okay? And try not to touch my clitty. It's hot enough to melt!"
Ross looked at the pulsing mouth of her wet cunt. It was still slavering from her potent spasms, but it gave him the illusion of drooling at the thought of eating his cock. The mental image made his prick throb so hard he groaned.
"Jesus, Coral!" he grumbled. "The way I feel right now, when I stick this thing in you, I'd better work fast. I remember the way your cunt feels. You're so slick and warm and busy in there, it almost milks me off just to fuck into you a couple of licks!"
As he spoke, Coral saw a pearly drop gather at the tip of his glans, and knew he was loaded and cocked, with a hair trigger that could be set off at any moment.
"Oh, Ross!" she cried. "Punch that thing into my hole! I can't stand the thought of losing any of your hot cum. I want it spurting into my womb!" Her thighs spread open to him and he gave a sharp cry as he knelt between them and laid the wet knob of his prick in the fluttering entrance of her steamy swat.
"Coral… baby!" he said hoarsely as he shoved his whang into her hole. It slid along the clasping walls, plowing her elastic wrinkles aside and expanding her cunt with the swollen bulk of his cock in a single, controlled thrust.
Her heavy creaming had oiled the way for him and he began to fuck her with long, slick shoves that buried his knob at the door to her womb while her cunt wrapped itself wetly around him and hugged his prick in hungry swallowings.
"Oohhh… lover!" she moaned. "I'm having… little comes… all the time! And there's a… big one on the way!" She grunted and bucked under his determined fuckings, their sloppy connection gurgling and splatting with each stroke.
"Oh, shit!" she cried, feeling the big one grab onto her and tighten every muscle in her body. "Come in me, Ross!"
He screwed into the bottom of her well, felt the nibbling of her avid uterus as it reached down into her cunt for the payload, then squirted his slimy seed in spastic jets, flooding her snatch completely.
The moment she was free of the orgasmic grip that had seized her, she began sobbing with joy. Her legs and arms clung to him, as if she wanted to keep his cock inside her cunt forever. He tensed his sphincter muscle, making the semirigid shaft and knob swell and pulse inside her hole.
"Oh Ross… if they all were like this… I wouldn't care if they did… carry me away in a basket!" Tears of ecstatic joy ran down her cheeks onto the pillow. She started to giggle, almost hysterical with pleasure.
Ross grinned down at her and flexed his cock once more, swelling it against the still spasming embrace of her swat. He reached down and patted her ass affectionately.
"You don't mind, do you, if I fight off those guys with the basket for a while?" he asked. "I figure I've got at least one more round left in this gun – maybe more, after all the oysters I ate this afternoon – and I'm damned if I want to try to fuck you in a basket!"
***"Shelley," Durward said as the two of them entered the Ordwell cottage. "Do you happen to have any more of those oysters you fed Ross and Jack this afternoon? I didn't see them among the canapes this evening, and I wouldn't want to miss any bets when it comes to showing you a good time."
"Let's see," Shelley said, laying a finger alongside her temple and trying to look thoughtful. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "The last occasion you had to show me a good time, I seem to recall something about a clit-tickler you wore on your ding-dong. It just about tickled my clit right out of my swat!"
"No gimmicks tonight, Shel!" he promised. "I just want to hang in there and screw your little box with my own natural equipment… for as long as I can last."
"We've got all night, Dur," she reminded him. "We can fuck and suck until we're shot down, then rest and start over again."
"Let's get with it!" he urged. "The sooner we started, the more time we'll have."
Shelley led him to the bedroom, where they went into a wildly passionate clinch, mouths sucking and tongues thrusting, as they groped at each other's bodies hungrily in an urgent need to feel and taste each other to the limit.
When they were panting too much to continue kissing, they fell onto the bed. Durward sucked one of Shelley's big, firm tits while he worked at the other one with his hand. He did a lot of nibbling and kneading, then got in a few powerful sucks.
Shelley moaned, took his head in her hands, and shifted it to the other tit. She whimpered crazily as he nibbled and sucked a while longer.
When he nosed into her crotch for a smell and taste of her woman juice, she was creaming outlandishly. Her thighs were wet from the oozings, and when he parted the outer lips of her blonde-haired cunt, more flowed out as he dipped his mouth into it.
"Oh, drink it, Dur!" she crooned, running her fingers through his hair. "I've got so much for you! Suck it up, lover!"
He licked and sucked at the hot pussy flesh, then plunged his tongue into her glory hole, fucking it in and out several times as she gasped and whooped joyfully.
"Eeee!" she shrilled, coming so quickly that it was past before either of them had time to react to it. But it was a mild climax, and she held his head there while he bit at her clit and gave it a few fast sucks. She whimpered constantly, fucking her ass upward to cup her cunt over his mouth as he ate her.
Then she really came, crying out as her body jerked and bucked on the bed. Durward had to bail out, leaning far backward to keep out of her way, for her legs kicked and her arms flailed at the covers as the sensations shook her to the core.
When she calmed down, the sheet was soaked with her cream. Durward grinned and shook his head as he regarded her wryly. Her lovely blonde tresses were wildly disarrayed, and her tits quivered like gelatin topped with cherries as her breathing made them jiggle steadily.
"Blondes may not have more fun," he said. "But I challenge anyone to find a female who's more fun to have fun with!"
"Thank you, Dur," she said. "God gave me a healthy body to enjoy, and I hate waste!"
He looked at the cherry tips of her boobs and saw that they were still bright red where he had nibbled and sucked so potently.
"Was I too rough on your titties?" he asked. "Those nipples are certainly inflamed!"
"No. Not at all! Oh, they tingle, yet, but that only makes them tougher and healthier. I almost come when you suck them like that. It makes them breathe for days afterward. A man can't guess how good it feels!"
"I guess not. And a woman can't guess how good it feels to shove a stiff prick into a juicy snatch like yours and fuck it full of cum!"
"I know how it feels from this end," she assured him. "And that's what I'm dying to feel right now!"
He leaned over her face, dangling his throbbing hard-on above her lips; she squealed delightedly and took it in her hand, grasping it gently.
"Throw a couple of fast sucks at it, will you, Shel?" he asked. "It's almost too damn hard to use, the way it aches. Sucking your juicy twat really stiffens that thing for me!"
She polished the brightly purple knob with her tongue, then slid the mammoth tube past her wet lips and sucked at it avidly. Durward groaned as the vacuum pulled at his rod, but it felt as if the swelling had reduced somewhat.
Whether it was real or imaginary, the remedy seemed to take care of the situation. Durward pulled it away from her just as she was ready to forget being screwed and going after his load in earnest.