Now he pulled the dildo almost all out and fucked it in again with a half twist, pressing it in to the noduled hilt. He knew those little rubber bumps on the hilt were sending lightning shivers of pleasure through her pussy as they rubbed into the pink flesh of her cunt lips and grazed over the blood-filled, sensitive pink grape that was her big clit.
Polly quivered with delight. She moaned continually around her deep mouthful of his cock. She loved this! Jim was really drilling her! The dildo was smacking against her inner limit, sparking her pussy guts. And the pebbly hilt was a marvelous counterpoint of pleasure as it impacted her juicy cunt lips and steamy clit.
She felt the sweet, boiling ecstasy radiating stronger and stronger in her belly and loins. It was so wonderful to have something long and thick and hard fucking so thrillingly deep in her cunt. It was so wonderful to have a mouthful of hot, thrumming, rigid prick fucked in her mouth and partway into her gullet.
She could feel Jim's deep, harsh breathing against her dangling tits as he labored, slamming the dildo into her gaping wet cunt, harder, harder! Faster! The sloppy wet smacking sounds were exciting, too, as her cunt clamped tighter on the long plastic implement.
She shuddered continually now, as her climax exploded – a hot, shivery pleasure bomb that drove her to a frantic corkscrewing sucking movement on the length of his cock.
She sucked Jim ferociously. Her tongue was a hot, slithering demon. Her throat convulsed on his cockhead.
Jim panted with intense lust as he fucked the fat nine inches of dildo into his wife's wild, greedy cunt. He twisted and turned the handle, grinding the hilt, savagely against her splayed, juicy cunt and clit. He could feel the resistance to the pounding fuck-thrusts increase as her cunt walls contracted on the thick, rigid shaft. She was writhing against him. She was into a powerful climax!
Polly struggled to sink his cock even deeper into her throat. She used a hand to stuff his balls into her mouth, too. She paused, throat muscles spasming, and luxuriated in the racking ecstasy of the rapturous shocks from her swift impalements by the dildo.
She could feel his inner thighs trembling against her nose and forehead. Her chin dug into the flesh under his thatch of curly brown crotch hair.
She backed off and sucked in a ragged breath, then plunged his cock into her mouth and throat to the root.
She heard Jim whine a certain way – a keening cry that meant he was experiencing that uncontrollable climb of sensation into overpowering climax.
His prick erupted – throbbed and jerked violently – and a gush of thick cum spurted down her throat. For one vivid second she savored the sensation of cum trickling down her throat to her stomach. Then she began a greedy, unrestrained swooping of her head, a sensual slithering and wriggling of her tongue, a tight clamping of velvety palate and inner cheeks on his cum-jetting cock.
She moaned loudly to express her joy and pleasure as he continued to fuck her brutally with the dildo. Within seconds her mouth and tongue were awash with sweet-tasting cum.
She swallowed gluttonously and continued her wild cocksucking. His prick spurted jism again and again. Cum drooled from the flexing corners of her lush mouth.
Jim eased off on the power and pace of his fuck-thrusts with the dildo. He knew her pattern and what she liked.
Polly let herself settle more heavily onto Jim's belly and chest. Her big tits flattened softly. She reduced her sucking on his cock to slow, affectionate lickings and gentle, cleaning swoops of her mouth.
Jim eased the long, thick, dripping dildo from her cunt. He kissed the plump white cheeks of her ass. "That was one of the better comes," he said.
Polly sighed and rested her head on his hip. "Oh, yes, it was!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Laura Morola knew what Ken Cameron wanted the instant he entered the stock room. He had that look in his gray eyes. And his pants were bulging more than usual.
She continued unpacking cans of ground coffee until she felt him standing at her side and felt his big right hand, begin to fondle her wide hips.
She turned to face him and looked straight into his eyes. She was a big, tall woman with huge, heavy tits. Her dark-brown hair was drawn back into a simple ponytail.
Ken said: "You can finish inventory later. Right now – you want to get royally fucked?"
Laura grimaced. "What's the matter? Did your wife turn you off again last night?" She untied her tan smock. She matter-of-factly pushed down her elastic-waisted jeans.
Ken said sourly: "She cries after I fuck bet. And it isn't that she puts me off with a lot of excuses. Most of the time she fakes coming."
"Poor man." Laura pushed down her white panties and levered her naked white haunches onto a stack of cardboard boxes. Her heavy thighs spread to show a bushy triangle of cunt hair.
Ken nodded. "You know, you're the only woman I've ever met who isn't afraid of me." He frowned. "Except a crazy little bitch I knew in college for a while." He unzipped and hauled out his hardening monster cock. The cockhead was already oozing clear drops of slippery pre-cum.
Laura unbuttoned her white blouse. She wasn't afraid of being caught fucking. Ken was the owner of Steaming Hot Coffee Service, and Ernie, the only driver besides Ken, was out on his route. She knew the outer office door was locked. And this was a quiet period before she had to load the huge stainless steel coffee makers for the afternoon deliveries.
She smiled. She had news for Ken, but she wouldn't drop it on him until after he had fucked that huge cockmeat into her pussy and she'd had a good come.
She said. "Like I told you, after all the whoring I did when I was a teenager, nothing hanging on a man scares me. Besides, I'm just naturally built big inside."
Ken nodded. He moved between her broad thighs. "Wish I'd met you twenty years ago."
Laura smiled. "That would've been trouble. I was only a kid then." She opened her white blouse and exposed her big, sloping, pointed tits. Her nipples were reddish brown corks, crinkled and excited.
Ken laughed. "Yeah, but I'll bet you could've taken my cock, even then."
She laughed, too. "Maybe. I was fucking my brothers." She sat on the edge of the boxes and let Ken fondle her big, heavy tits as she used both hands on his immense cock.
She pulled the tight skin forward and back. The big prickhead surged forward to nestle into the musky gorge of her crotch. She rode the cockhead up and down against her thick, juice-laden cunt lips.
He was digging his strong fingers deeply into her soft tits. She liked that. Something in her liked being mauled a bit. She knew it and accepted it.
Laura rocked her hips and edged forward a bit more. She was teetering on the edge of the box of coffee cans. She managed to enclose his big cockhead in her loose cunt lips.
"I'm ready for fucking, Ken."
"Okay."
He stepped back to allow her to raise her strong legs which were imprisoned at the ankles by her lowered jeans and panties. His huge, hard cock wobbled free, a thick cocklance that stuck out of his pants like a pump handle.
Laura raised her legs high and bent her knees. Ken ducked his head into the gap. She settled her legs on his wide shoulders. She eased her upper body flat on the big boxes. Her soft tits settled lower on the sides of her chest. Her thick brown nipples pointed at wide angles.
Her bushy cunt was dripping, slightly pouted, a pink vertical mouth. "Make it a good one," she urged.
Ken nodded and got a good grip on her thick, fleshy waist. He nudged his cockhead into her cunt lips and found her hot, juicy fuck hole. He pressed forward against the weight of her heavy legs, forcing her thighs straight up.
His thick cock sank into her soft cunt. He was enthralled by the way she could use her cunt muscles. Almost instantly, she began subtly milking his prickshaft, squeezing the fat cockhead, luring him deeper and deeper.