Polly tore her mouth free of Wyoma's cunt and trembling inner thighs. She lifted her smeared, agonized face and cried: "Oh! Oh! Uhh! Uhh! Unnnnngh! Unnnnnnnnngh!"
Her green eyes were glazed. She was barely conscious. She was racked by his massive fuck plunges. She was jolted forward again and again and again!
Ken fucked his giant cock in to the hilt and held it there, grinding every possible bit of cockshaft into Polly's straining cunt.
Polly wailed helplessly. Her head flopped and jerked. Dozens of muscles in her body began to twitch.
Then Ken released her and fell back. His incredibly long, thick cock slithered out of her pussy, coated with cum and fuck juices, and still dribbling fresh cum.
He sat back on his heels and stared dully at Wyoma. He drew huge, deep sighing breaths.
Polly sprawled sideways and slowly straightened her short legs. Her fingers dug into the carpet. She rolled slowly over onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling. Her soft belly jumped and quivered without pause. Ken looked from one naked woman to the other. He slowly grinned. He got to his feet. "Anybody want some steaming-hot coffee?" Polly and Wyoma looked at each other, and for some reason each burst into laughter.
CHAPTER NINE
Wyoma Cameron lounged on the velvet sofa in the living room of the Wilson mobile home. Loud rock music flooded the small room from the stereo. Jim Wilson sat next to her, his mouth near her ear.
He said, over the blasting sound: "Want to go into the bedroom and look at some porno cassettes?" He wore a pale-blue jumpsuit and blue slippers. He sipped from a Tom Collins.
Wyoma watched Doe and Robby dancing in the middle of the room. The kids were really jerking, bobbing, and weaving in their special moves. Doe wore skin-tight red satin shorts and a loose, flowing red blouse with long sleeves.
She glanced at the kitchen bar where Polly and Ken were making canapes and obviously holding an intimate conversation in loud voices which were masked by the louder music.
Polly wore a loose paisley mumu dress with a deep-scoop neckline that showed her big round tits almost to the nipples.
Wyoma smiled and nodded to Jim. Why not? This was a planned sex party with no holds – or holes – barred. She had plans for Jim. Especially since he had the smallest prick in the group.
She picked up her glass of white wine from the coffee table and stood up. She was conscious of the way her salmon-pink lounging pajamas hung on her tall, slim body. Her big, sloping tits poked out provocatively and her nipples showed clearly.
She followed Jim to the left toward the hallway. Polly saw them and waved. Ken watched with an unreadable expression on his face.
Doe grinned and waggled her satin-clad ass. She panted as she danced. "Starting small, Wyoma?"
Jim feigned anger and gave her a whack on the ass. Doe squealed and danced away, laughing.
"Have fun," Robby said.
Jim took Wyoma's hand and towed her into the master bedroom. He shut out nine-tenths of the noise when he shut the door.
Wyoma settled onto the big bed. She took a mouthful of wine and let it trickle cool and smooth down her throat. "Ummm… which cassette are you going to show me?"
Jim went to the VCR and squatted before a cassette case set into the TV stand's lower shelf. "What do you want to see?"
"Ohhh… show me some…" She pretended to be deciding. "Something different. Show me some ass-fucking."
"Ass-fucking coming up." He slipped a cassette into the machine, turned on the TV, pressed buttons, and carried the remote control pod with him to the bed. He settled next to Wyoma. "You want to try it yourself?"
A tickle of lust itched in her asshole. Wyoma wriggled slightly. "Maybe." She drained her wine glass and put it aside on the bedside table. "Let's see what it looks like."
Jim turned on the cassette. He turned to Wyoma and began unbuttoning her pajama top as if he had every right in the world.
Wyoma didn't stop him. She put her hand lightly on his pantleg and rubbed his thigh. Her fingertips grazed the hard length of his naked cock under the blue polyester.
On the TV screen, a beautiful blonde girl opened the pants of a tall stud. His cock was very long and curved downward, like a pink hose. She was kneeling before him and he fed the cock to her mouth. She sucked eagerly, with deep swoops of her mouth, taking his prick into her throat.
Jim had Wyoma's pajama top unbuttoned. He folded it open and revealed her big, heavy, pointed tits. Her red nipples were already puffed and crinkled.
He caressed her rounded, warm tit flesh delicately, lightly teasing her glowing nipples with gentle fingertips. He shifted his hips slightly, and urged her hand on his thigh to become more intimate.
Wyoma smiled and squeezed his hard cock. She kept her eyes on the TV where the sexy young blonde was really sucking hard on what looked like at least a nine-inch prick. Wyoma said: "Get naked, Jim."
While Jim unzipped his jumpsuit and revealed his nakedness underneath, Wyoma wriggled her pajama bottoms down and off. She skinned down her pink panties, too.
She was naked and unashamed when Jim pressed close and put his hands on her again. She closed her hand on his naked, throbbing cock. His fucker wasn't too big – about six inches – and that was just what she wanted.
Jim began nursing on her tits. She slowly pumped his cock and had the urge to suck it. But she wanted to watch the porno on the TV.
On the screen, the girl finished deepthroating the stud's long prick. She appeared to listen to instructions from off-camera and crouched on her hands and knees as the stud moved behind her on his knees.
The picture moved to a close-up of her nicely rounded ass. The stud used his thumbs to part her ass cheeks and reveal the puckered little brown asshole. He lathered it with Vaseline and poked his slippery finger into the tight hole. He finger-fucked her asshole, in to the third knuckle.
The picture changed to show the blonde's young, elfin face. Her expression went through changes. She licked her lips and rolled her eyes.
Wyoma watched intently. She was spell bound. She breathed faster. Her own asshole itched constantly now.
Jim glanced up and saw her expression. He smiled and slid his left hand down onto her blonde-fuzzed cunt mound. He slipped his middle finger into the hot, wet gorge of her cunt.
Wyoma automatically opened her thighs and raised her knees to accommodate his hand. Her blue eyes were riveted on the TV where the stud was fisting his long thin cock and pressing the prickhead against the girl's greased asshole.
Jim had his middle finger sopping wet with her cunt juices now. He slipped his finger lower in her crotch and found Wyoma's asshole.
Wyoma's eyes flared. She didn't look away from the TV screen. She didn't acknowledge what Jim was doing. Her little puckered asshole was tickling as his fingertip pressed against it with tiny, exciting circular movements. She squirmed and began to breathe through her mouth.
On the screen the stud had forced the head of his prick into the girl's ass. The girl was open-mouthed, head up, showing her teeth in a grimace of pain.
But there was no pain in what Jim was doing to Wyoma. He worked his fingertip into her ass opening and began some gentle fingerfucking. The teasing, tickling sensations were driving her wild. Her asshole spasmed on his finger. She gasped and panted. She had stopped playing with his cock, but now she suddenly remembered him and began pumping his cock fast, feeling it harden dramatically. The hard throbbing returned to his cock.
On the TV, the stud was fucking his long prick deeper and deeper into the blonde's ass. He gripped her slim hips and fucked all the way in. The picture cut her anguished face. She was digging fingers into the carpet.
Wyoma wondered if it hurt that much, really. Or was that an act? The stud's cock was long, but it didn't look any thicker than most turds.