"Aaaaaagggggghhhh!" she screamed. It felt like he had rammed his forearm up her cunt.
But she loved it.
"Harder…" she urged after a moment.
He began to pump, spreading the soft flesh of her ass so that he could see his massive trunk disappearing in and out of her shaking, quivering cunt.
She began to thrust back at him, reveling in the prick inside her pussy.
"Fuck me hard… hard… hard…" she whispered, urging him to be rough with her. It was what she wanted; to feel her body consumed by desire.
To Jim, this woman's cunt seemed alive. Each time he pushed forward, he could feel the muscles inside her contract, clinging to his shaft, holding it in long as possible.
She was remarkable.
He began to smash harder now, plugging her with everything he could muster. He wanted, in a strange way, to overcome her. To make her cry out, to beg for mercy from his monster cock.
Instead, she only pleaded for more.
"Harder…" she urged, smashing back against his meat with a power that was equal to his own, riding up and down his rod as if there was nothing else in the world but his cock and her cunt.
Deep inside her pussy Mavis could feel her cunt beginning to shudder, as if something were foaming and bubbling in her clit.
"Fuck me… ohhhhhh… fuck me…" she gasped, redoubling her efforts to capture the elusive orgasm that flitted within her like a butterfly.
Jim's eyes never left the sight of his prick smashing in and out of her writhing, squirming cunt. It was fantastic.
His cock was soaked with her love juice now, sticky and glistening each time it emerged into the light.
Deep within his root he began to shudder, pulsing and trembling as the hot cum battled to be free of him. He fought to keep it down, but, he knew it was no use.
His cock exploded, sending out hot cum shooting deep into her battered pussy.
She felt the muscles in his meat contract, then expand with a force that finally did what nothing else had done; released the pent-up juice within her.
Within five seconds of the moment he first exploded, she too felt the power of her own release as wave after wave of her own liquid shot out of her cunt, mixing with his cum to form a dripping, squishy mess.
For a long time they continued to smash into each other, moaning and gasping at the power of the release that shattered each of them.
Finally it was over.
Finally Jim allowed his flaccid, cum-covered cock to slip from the clinging folds of her pussy. With a sigh he rolled to the side and rested, bin back against the low ledge. After a few more moments of gazing out at the sea below them, Mavis turned and slid down beside him. She looked content.
"That was quite an introduction," she said. "Indeed," he replied.
"I take it you have a reason for coming here?"
"Hew being your room or the chalet?"
"Either or. Both and. Whatever."
"Well, it's a long stow. I don't know exactly where to start."
"Just start."
CHAPTER FOUR
On Friday morning Alecia awakened to find the sun streaming in through the bedroom window.
For a long moment she lay still, luxuriating in the coolness of the sheets between which her naked body was situated. Larry must have gotten up very quietly, she thought to herself. Usually she heard him he padded about the room getting dressed.
Then she ruled over.
"Larry!" She burst out in surprise. He was still asleep next to her.
"Mmmmmmm!" he responded, not opening his eyes.
"You're late!"
"No'm not."
"Yes, you are. It's nine-thirty."
"Not goin' in. Go back to sheep."
Before Alecia could answer him, he had flown the covers over his head and was breathing deeply and steadily.
Well, Alecia thought. This was a change. Larry the workaholic taking a day off. He must have decided it wasn't worth it to drive in to the city for just half a day's work.
At any rate, he could afford to do what he wanted to. As the senior partner in a major law firm, there was no one telling him when to work and when not to work.
She went back to sleep, just as she did every morning. Ten or ten-thirty was a much more fashionable hour to get up. Maybe even eleven. But it was getting a bit warm, so she pulled the sheets down, exposing her body to the warmth of the room, just as sleep once again overcame her.
For another half hour they both slept, but then Larry awakened. He yawned, stretched and smiled.
He was about to swing out of bed when he caught sight of Alecia lying naked on top of the sheets next to him.
He paused.
Damn, she was beautiful!
Even after five years of marriage he never got tired of looking at her. One thing that was especially nice about her was that she looked good in the morning. Her face looked relaxed, and as he watched her smooth, firm breasts rising and falling gently with each breath she took, he found himself beginning to get excited.
His gaze traveled down her smooth brown body, taking in its curves and softness, stopping finally at her crotch. In all the years he had known her, he had never really gotten used to her snatch.
The hair of her pussy was blonde, as light as that on her head, and it was as soft as satin to touch. Now, with her legs spread carelessly apart in sleep, he could see the rich, pink lips of her cunt. Even in her sleep there was a trace of sticky moisture gathered at the entrance.
He no longer wanted to get up so quickly.
Instead, he put his arms around her sleeping form, rubbing his swollen cock against the side of her leg as he kissed her cheek gently.
How long had it been since he'd taken the time to make love with Alecia? Too long, that was for certain. He suspected that she had other lovers; was almost certain of it in fact.
But it didn't bother him.
Long ago he had decided that the only way to keep a woman with the looks and cravings that Alecia had was to give her enough freedom to let her do what she wanted to.
So far, it had worked out admirably.
And besides, that sort of arrangement also gave him his own freedom, which he too exercised a much as possible. In the end, he always came back to Alecia, but it was stimulating to sample other wares swell.
But not this morning.
This morning it was Alecia that he with and Alecia whom he wanted.
Slowly her eyes opened.
Alecia had been dreaming about Jim, something vague and nonsensical which involved making love with him in the cockpit of an airliner while closed-circuit television cameras broadcast the sight of his cock descending into the warm depths of her sweet cunt, then reappearing once again covered with the honey from her willing quim.
As consciousness returned, she became aware that Larry had his arms around her and that something hard was pressing against her hip.
"Mmmmmmm…" she purred, when she realized where his cock was. What had gotten into him? This was definitely out of character.
Still pretending to be half asleep, she let her hand snake down across his flat, hairy stomach until it finally came to rest on his smooth, hard prick.
Not as big as Jim's, she thought, but definitely one of the nicer cocks she had ever seen.
She began to slowly move her hand over the smooth, hard skin in her grasp, opening her eyes and responding to the kisses that her husband was spreading all over her face.
"Nice way to start the day," she murmured, turning so that his cock was rubbing against her stomach, still half covered by her hand.
"I thought so," he whispered back, letting his lips travel down the velvety smooth texture of her neck, stopping when one of her tight, straining nipples was firmly implanted in his mouth.
"Mmmmmm…" she responded, shoving her tit against his smacking mouth, feeling his tongue as it worked lightly, expertly over her sensitive bud.