But her moment had come, nonetheless, and it was surely more exciting than being had on the back seat of a car. She thrilled at her nakedness, acutely conscious of the bizarre note her boots added and secretly embarrassed at how small her peaked boobs were. And the dark-skinned creature who unbuttoned his fly as he dropped to his knees between her outflung thighs was managed without pretense or sophistication. There would be no subtlety as his cock thrust aside the membrane of her innocence and no apology as his sperm spilled into her cunt.
He bent over her, tugging his cock into the open and reaching out to fondle her.
Dark! she thought shivering. Dark and knobby and dull! Not smooth and white and shiny like Daddy's! She sucked her belly in while his fingers scraped across it. He closed his hand over her boob, squeezing and rubbing, and a sharp gasp caught in her throat. His Levi's felt rough against the inner slopes of her thighs and she twitched when he laid one hand over the brush of her pussy hair.
His cock pulsed and he ran his tongue over his lips. She stared in fascination at the stray hairs that clung to his shaft where it poked through his open fly, and at his cockhead, half out of his taut foreskin. There was a bead of clear fluid at the tip of the swollen bulb and from her angle the slit was clearly visible, gaping darkly.
He grinned knowingly, clearly aware of the focus of her attention, and used both hands to tease her nipples, rolling them like cherries between his fingers while she pressed her fists to her shoulders and let her breath hiss between her teeth. He felt her, his hands roving over her curves with lingering, tantalizing slowness, as if he were renewing memories he'd put too far behind. Helen twisted with pleasure at the tingles that raced over her in wave after hard wave. He caught a strand of her pussy hair in his fingers, pulling it straight and letting it snap back, then ran his fingers into the quivering zone at the top of her thigh next to her pussy. She whimpered at the electric urgency of the sensation and drew one knee up to press it to his side.
"Tony! Oh, Tony! Am I going to be your squaw?"
"Mmph," he grinned at her. "We fuck."
"Yes," she whispered.
He lowered himself, the folds of his shirt settling on her tits and the hardness of his Levi's on her belly. She felt his cockhead against her pussy, heat on heat, and gasped. But he turned, resting one hip in the angle of her widespread thigh, and fingered her cunt.
"Ah! Oh!" she gasped.
He dragged his fingertip along her slit and probed to feel the indentation of her cunt. Slowly, deliberately, he forced the blunt digit into her hole, twisting it and stretching the sensitive rim. Helen rolled the back of her head on the earth and dug her boot heels in.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed in a low moan. "Oh, my gosh!" His finger was bigger than hers and rougher, and there was a feeling of fullness she'd not experienced before in playing with her twat. An instant of terror swept her at the thought of his cock and how much greater it was than his finger. But her desire was deepening, jerking at her gut and making his looming bulk waver before her eyes.
He rolled back, lodging his cockhead between her pussy-lips and pushing. She felt the blunt tool fill her cunt and rest solidly in the surrounding tissues. An uncontrollable urge came over her to rotate her pelvis up and forward, and she felt her hips tighten and thrust. The pressure at her pussy increased sharply as her sheath stretched and slid onto the slopes of the enormous bulb.
"Mmh! Oh… Oh!" she cried out, clutching at Tony's arms.
Tony lunged against her. His cockhead rammed through the resistance of her cunt against something tighter and incapable of stretching. Searing pain washed over Helen. She felt as if she were tearing, and she pulled her knees up and spread them in a futile effort to open wide enough to stop the hurt.
Tony grunted and thrust, the impossible wedge spreading her cunt and creeping inward. There was a sudden sensation of yielding and a new leaping of fiery pain, then relief. Helen's throat closed in the moment of agony and opened afterward, letting her pent-up breath escape in a sighing rush. The dark cock was an incredible fullness in her pussy, and the sensation of the huge head's intrusion into the core of her belly was a delight she had never anticipated. She lashed out with her feet, pedaling them in the air.
"Aghhh! Ahhh, Tony!"
The body over hers tensed at her cry and Tony's cock drove inward with a single, smooth rush. His groin slapped against her crotch and his cockhead came to rest high in her belly. Helen forgot her earlier pain and was aware only of the intense pleasure that surged in her. She clamped her knees to Tony's sides and levered her hips, bumping her pussy against the hardness of his Levi's while he pumped at her. His cock slid rapidly back and forth in her cunt and her body rocked under the repeated blows. She clawed senselessly at him, her fingernails catching in his shirt. The edges of his fly rasped like rough sticks along her pussy-lips, catching single cunt hairs and jerking at them. Her body was a raw lump of delight.
"Ugh!" Tony grunted explosively. "Tight cunt! Make Tony come quick! Unnnh!"
His thrusts slowed and a ball of warmth grew in her belly. Her clitoris throbbed as the hardness of his shaft rode over it, and pleasure pounded in her head. She gulped, a convulsive spasm seizing her pussy and spreading over her, stiffening her body and making her back arch. She dug her heels into the backs of his thighs and levered her crotch tightly against the base of his cock.
A violent tremor shook her and she felt her cunt contract to squeeze Tony's buried cock. "Mmmmm!" she moaned, deep in her throat. "Mmmm! Mmmmm!" Her orgasm washed back and forth over her, jerking her helpless body and making her hear an inner roaring. The sensation seemed a totally different one from the kind she'd brought on by playing with her snatch, and she was frightened at its intensity. But her fright was a pale thing beside the awesome feeling of pleasure that flooded her.
At last the tremors stopped and her inner convulsions subsided. She collapsed, limp beneath the weight of Tony's body. She heard his light panting and realized how hoarse and labored her own breathing was.
"Tony! I can't… breathe! You're… squashing me!"
He grunted and propped himself on his forearms, his softening cock settling in her twat. "You pretty good fuck, Helen. Lot better'n Ol' Kai."
"Old Kai!" she shrieked, visualizing the emaciated, mangy bitch whose devotion to the guide seemed her only redeeming feature. "Tony! You don't!"
He giggled. "You better'n her. Maybe fuck again tomorrow?"
"Brrr! Get off!" Helen laughed and twisted. Knowing the cock that was in her cunt had rested in a scrawny, stiff-legged bitch brought its own kind of thrill, and Helen savored the wicked awareness while she could still squeeze Tony's shrunken meat with her twat. Then, again, "Get off, you dirty old man!"
Tony chuckled and jabbed his useless cock forward, then heaved himself off her. There was a sucking noise at her crotch when his cockhead popped free of her cunt, and she groaned at the abrupt emptiness.
The gaunt Indian leered at her, teasing, his knees still holding her thighs apart and his fingers resting on her slowly swaying boobs. He pretended momentary revulsion. "Ugh! You too white… like dough!"
"Go away! You're nasty!" She giggled.
"But good fuck, anyhow."
"Go away!"
He grinned broadly, surged to his feet, and gazed down at her languorous pose. "You like, Helen. Tomorrow maybe?"
She knew she would let him fuck her again. Nothing could keep her from wanting that cock as long as the guide was with them. Desire knotted her belly and she nodded. "Maybe tonight?" she whispered.