Dipping lower, he slurped up her open cunt, lapping the horny blonde from her clit right back up to her asshole. Cunt-juice sprayed out, coating his tongue.
She squirmed, grinding her ass and crotch back against the man's face, soaking him with cunt-juice from chin to forehead. Mike tongued and sucked on her creamy fuckhole. He liked to eat pussy and he would have gladly sucked her off but he was afraid that the dirty cock-teaser might change her mind, once she had come. She might decide not to let him fuck her, after all, once she was no longer smoldering. A guy couldn't give a cock-teaser that advantage.
He took a last lingering suck on her pussy and rose up. Her ass swayed before him as he shuffled in on his knees. His cockhead slid up the inside of her thigh and Claire reached back between her legs. She took his prick by the roots, guiding the tip into her cunt crack. She moved his cock knob up and down through her juicy fuckslot, shuddering at the contact. Mike gripped her by the hipbones, ready to plug her, bracing his ass for the thrust. She moved his cockhead up and down, then fitted his pricktip into her fuckslot and released him.
"Shove it to me, Mike," she whispered. "Feed that big prick to my hot pussy!"
Mike gritted his teeth. His hands clamped over her hipbones as if they were handles. As he thrust his loins out, he hauled her ass back to meet him, feeding her the full length of his long, thick cock with the very first stroke.
He groaned with the joy of having every inch of his hot prickmeat buried in soaking, smoldering cunt flesh, and Claire whimpered with the pleasure of finding her pussy stuffed brimful of hard cock. His balls were jammed into her crotch and his fat belly was tight against her ass. Holding the full penetration, he twisted her hips, lowering them one at a time, winding her cunt around on his cock.
He groaned as he felt her talented cunt muscles grip his prick, clinging to the contours of his cock, rippling up his prickshaft from the roots to the swollen head.
"Christ, what a sweet pussy," he croaked, having lost all desire to humiliate her now that his prick was buried up her cunt.
"Lovely big prick," she murmured, her own anger gone. "Feed that sweet cockmeat to me, Mike, fuck my cunt!"
Mike drew out until only his knob was in her and his long fuckrod stuck out between them, dripping with pussy-juice. He hauled back on her hips and slammed in again, going balls-deep.
He grunted and his belly slapped on her ass as his balls swung in to whack against her crotch. She gasped as his fat prickmeat slithered up into the depths of her cunt.
He thrust again, moving slowly, wanting to make this wonder-fuck last as long as he could. Claire jammed her crotch back to meet him, taking every precious inch up her cunt tunnel.
They were just getting into their stride when the phone rang.
Mike slowed down, feeding his cock into her at a snail's pace. Claire was frowning.
"It might be my husband," she said. "Maybe I'd better not answer it… panting like I am."
Mike's eyes gleamed with lust. He said, "Naw, answer it – talk to your old man while I pour the prick to you, baby! That'll be a real kick, a real turn on, right?"
Claire whimpered. She knew that it would be, that talking naturally to Harry while another man was plowing up her cunt would be the thrill of a lifetime. It was a really naughty thing to do, she knew, but it was all the more exciting because it was so wicked. She would tell her husband that she loved him and missed him and wished that he were at home. And all the while, Mike would be slamming his prick into her cunt, fucking her to jelly, making her climax.
She giggled with the thrill of it.
"Fuck me over to the telephone stand," she said.
Mike grinned, loving it. He began to shuffle forward on his knees, driving his cock into her and tilting her ass up as they advanced, linked together, to the telephone.
Claire lifted the receiver, holding it angled to her ear so that Mike, too, could listen in on the conversation.
"Harry, darling?" she panted.
But, of course, it wasn't Harry. It was Molly.
"Claire, honey, it's me," Molly said.
Claire frowned. She didn't want to have to talk to Molly at the moment, and she was afraid that the woman might make some reference to the cuntsucking session they had enjoyed together. She was about to say that she was busy – which was certainly true – and tell the woman that she would phone her back in half an hour.
But before Claire could speak, Molly began to talk, blurting it out in a frenzy.
"You'll never guess what I just did!" said excited Molly.
You'll never guess what I'm doing, Claire thought. Again, she started to speak, but Molly rushed on.
"Claire – I just fucked a dog!"
Claire gasped and Mike, leaning over her shoulder, went stiff with amazement. His prick began to really pound up her cunt. Claire and Mike looked at each other, she looking back over her shoulder, both of them stunned by Molly's admission.
"A… a dog?" Claire stammered.
"A big bull mastiff," said Molly. "I just have to tell you about it, Claire. See, this dog was in the back yard and he had a hard-on. At first I only wanted him to lap my cunt, and maybe to jerk him off as a reward. But I got carried away and – ooooh, Claire. I sucked the dog's cock and let him come in my mouth! I drank his jism. Christ, it was delicious! And then I let the fucker have my cunt. I did, Claire! I sucked a dog off and then I fucked him!" Molly's voice was husky with her lust, the tone rising and falling as she panted.
"My God!" Claire whispered.
"You aren't disgusted, are you?" Molly asked.
"Christ, no! It's exciting. But…"
"And, Claire… the dog is still here. He's got a soft cock at the moment, but that can be changed."
Claire was so thrilled by what Molly was saying that she forgot all about the fact that Mike was listening in… although she sure hadn't forgotten that his big prick was jolting up her cunt. She was panting, both from Mike's cock and from Molly's words.
Mike slammed his cock in to the roots, clinging to Claire's upthrust ass and leaning over her shoulder. His mouth hung open in amazement and lust glazed his eyes.
"Why don't you come over, Claire," Molly was saying. "You can suck the dog's cum out of my cunt. We can fool around with the dog, and then we can eat each other out, like we did this morning…"
Mike gasped as he heard that. Claire moaned, horrified that her lesbian activities had been revealed to Mike, but far too fascinated to put the phone down.
"How about it?" Molly asked eagerly.
"I… I'll come over in… in half an hour," Claire said.
"Okay… I'll keep my pussy hot for you, honey," said Molly. "And I'll see if I can get the dog's cock stiff again, while I wait."
Claire, not knowing what on earth to say, simply said, "Good bye," and hung up the phone. She looked back over her shoulder and found Mike leering at her like a fiend.
"So you suck cunt, too, eh?" he rasped.
Claire blushed. "Only once," she said feebly.
"And you're gonna fuck a Goddamn dog!"
"I… I don't know."
Claire was mortified at having her naughtiness exposed. But then she felt Mike's prick expand and realized that the man was thrilled by what he had overheard. It felt so wonderful to have his cock swelling up inside her that way that she said, "I might, Mike." She was rewarded by having his prick swell even more.
"God, fuck the ass off me!" Claire wailed.
Mike grunted and his ass corkscrewed as he ground his cockmeat up into her cunt with a savage thrust.
Claire slammed back to meet him, jamming her smoldering cunt tunnel onto his huge prick.
"Fuck!" she wailed. "Fuck… fuck… fuck!" She repeated the word each time Mike plowed into her, both urging him to do what he was doing and describing it.
Mike was growling, "Cuntsucker! Cocksucker! Cum-drinker! Dog-fucker!" But he was not insulting her with the words, he was fascinated by the woman's depravity, voicing the terms as if to make them believable, to verify the lustful truth of her behavior.