She tried to spin around. To meet that cock head on, to suck it into her with cunt or ass or mouth or anything. But he pushed her down, again sending biting slapping fingers up and down the length of her body. Flattening her with his extended body he reached under her, roughly grabbing her breasts with his hands. With a fury he circle-massaged them until the nipples stretched grew and crinkled under the hot friction of his rubbing palms.
His torso was now grinding into her buttocks, his extended cock rubbing her crack. As he pressed himself to her she could feel the cock nearing her rear again. She stilled herself, determined not to move if, if only, he would just put it in her again a little, just a little. And nearer and nearer it came, touching, testing, and then And then it was gone.
His prick, it was gone.
Good God, it was gone!
And he gave her three rapid heartbeats for the realization to strike her-then he struck her. He. It. GLORIOUS COCK FN ASSHOLE! With a pile driving rocket-pounding thrust his cock slammed into her clenched tightened buttocks and speared deep into her rectum, splitting her body and now reaming, ramming-with her doubling at the waist to heighten the target, and he forcing her flat again, while thrusting heaving shoving tearing into the narrowness of her, using her breasts as anchors, forcing them downward as he burrowed into her aching, splitting rear., Gasping for breath, and strength and control as well, she again tried to bend her body upward, to widen the chasm of her insides. Again his hands whipped from her breasts and onto her back, shoving her hard against the pillow below. Again his hands flailed her back as his mindless prick tore its way through her. With frantic effort, she lifted her torso off the floor, unmindful of the heavier more frenzied beating of his hands and cock. As her pathway expanded she could feel him shudder and spasm. Her muscles contracted feeling the pulsing prick tremor against her tightness again. The tremors started counter tremors in her. They drove at each other, her ass reaching upward to suck his life from him, his hands still flailing against her.
Suddenly he shoved her flat again and, with one final thrust aimed straight against the side walls of her" anus, spewed his hot semen into her.
The sensation and pressure on her tender tissues shook her body in its own eruption of spasms and body-shaking tremors. She pushed against him, wiggling her bottom to get the most of his fast-wilting shaft. She wanted to make it, to climb that peak, wanted to, had to. Pushing and tightening and grinding her pelvis against the rug she strove for the climax. His jism was already pouring out her hole and dripping down her legs. He was finished? No, he had to help her make it. She had to, had to! She shoved hard against him and met a limp, withdrawn cock!
"You bastard! You goddamned fucking bastard!"
She screamed, knowing she could have cried. She had needed to come, had needed to, and Larry had just rolled-from her and onto his back, his arms outstretched, one resting on her thigh. She couldn't believe it. He had always made sure she was satisfied before he came.
Her body was numb, her mind no longer blurred by the haze of pot or the mist of steam coming from the streaming shower which now was beating into her mind-sharp, annoying tattooing sounds, piercing her frustration like his cock had "You bastard!"
"That's what happens in a smoke house," he said amiably. "The girl satisfies the man. He takes his fill of how and what he wants, period. Generally he doesn't have to enter the girl-unless he particularly wants to. You-you should feel honored-I deigned to enter you."
Gert looked at him unbelievingly. His trips always meant good things for her. But this time And her earlier thoughts began to creep back, those thoughts of his damned nerve And, furious, she stood to move to the door. His hand around her ankle stopped her. Standing up beside her he drew her to him. "C'mon, let's shower," he said.
"Fuck you!" she cried.
"Yes," he answered.
He reached into the shower and turned the knobs the proper way. He stepped in, pulling Gert with him. The shock of the water on her tense skin made her gasp. Suddenly submissive now, she watched as Larry picked up the round of lemon soap and twirled it in his hands. When he had a good lather he gently began soaping Gert's neck, shoulders and breasts.
He turned her into the force of the shower and from behind rinsed her, his hands stroking the lather from her skin. The tender concern of his hands contrasted vividly with the memory of his brutal assault on her minutes earlier, the lashing and reaming and selfishness of him dimming as he drew the tautness, the tension from her.
When he reached her lower body he grabbed a washcloth from the rack at the side of the tub. Wrapping the soap in it, he held it under the shower, the cloth bubbling with the froth 'from within. Then the soap ball was gone and he was spreading her legs with his hands, one a washcloth-covered hand which moved directly and strokingly to her vaginal area, gently, slowly, purposefully.
She leaned back against Larry, her head becoming dizzy with the sensation of an orgasm beginning to build. It would be a clitoral come, pulsing in Larry's cloth-gloved hand with its thumb rubbing against her clitoris, its other fingers into her, washing her insides with the rough but gentle soapy cloth, all his fingers drawing toward each other-the ones on the side reaching to meet his thumb-and away and together and away, flashing hot pulsing pressure, picking up in head-swimming speed, pleasurably swimming stroking along with that old familiar but ever new come-accompanied by a dizziness that made her weak-kneed and blurry-eyed.
And now, trying to stand, afraid to lean too hard, confused, delighted, thrilled (hot flash-God-flash), she felt a lone finger of his free hand prod at her rectum. Once, twice, while the clitoris-cunt rhythm went on.
And then it was there. A long deep thrust and it was there. She came with a slow, low moan escaping her lips. And rumbling moan barely audible but with the internal force of a shriek.
He turned her to him, held her, supporting her, loving her.
"Bastard?" he asked.
The question demanded no answer, nor was she sure she would have been capable of one. She lowered herself to the bottom of the tub, leaning her head against his right knee. The water drummed against her back in soft pelting drops. It was nice, very nice. When she lifted her head, Larry was washing himself, vigorously scrubbing under his arms and around his chest. When he reached to do his stomach and hips she took the cloth from him.
"Let me," she said.
He nodded, smiling. "But don't make it a long thing. We've got more ahead of us. A real special thing."
She looked up at him. More? For him or her or, both, she wondered. She wanted a good screwing right now, nothing fancy. Just a plain good old simple hop-on-top screwing. And there was a way for her to get that, all right.
Slowly Gert washed his limp cock and the balls beneath it. Reaching around him and spreading his buttocks, she stroked his crack and cleansed and soaped it, holding him apart as she turned him to the shower and let rivulets of water stream over him. As she washed his legs she pulled his cock into her mouth, drawing on it with hard pulls, deep sucks that would spark it to throbbing life.
As it grew and expanded she felt the thrill that reveled in her ability to take this smallness between her lips and feel it slowly filling her, feeding upon her feeding until he was erect and as strong and ready as he ever was going to be, Which he was now; and now he was Pulling away from her?
"Excellent," he said, rinsing the soap from his legs. "Now we'd best dry off."
With which he stepped out of the tub and to the towel rack, taking one for himself and starting to use it.
Gert turned off the water and stepped to the floor beside him. Catching the towel he tossed her, she began, "Larry-"