She drained him, and he grunted as he pulled out of her mouth and fell beside her on the bed. He could hear her smacking wetly at the last tricklings of his come in her mouth, gasping in air deeply, just as he was.
"Lady, your pussy is one hell of a sweet delight!" he told her when things were calmer.
"And those were tasty gushes you fed me," she said. "Let's rest for a while; I want to daydream about what it win feel like when you squirt my cunt fun of that hot stuff!"
Harlan Gates ushered Phyllis Palmer into one of the upstairs bedrooms-the one opposite the closed door where he knew his wife had taken Dean Palmer. As he closed the door behind him, he could feel the excitement that Phyllis generated. He always enjoyed "breaking in" new swappers, for their excitement at the novelty of the thing-once he had dissolved their early tensions-heightened their basic passions.
"You are a very lovely doll," he told her, taking her gently by the upper arms and hissing her softly on the lips. They were moist, ripely full lips, pouted roundly into tender cushions that titillated his lust. They trembled, then parted as her mouth opened. Her tongue slid hesitantly out, and he sucked it into his mouth.
She let him suck hungrily on her tongue, then she pulled it back and suctioned his mouth until he gave her his tongue. She went after it avidly, sucking it hard as his hands unfastened the back of her dress.
When they broke apart, she simply shrugged her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Harlan stepped back and took off his slacks as he regarded her appealing beauty in bra and panties. He slipped out of his shirt and faced her in his shorts.
Phyllis saw the gigantic bulge in his crotch and her excitement increased. She wondered if this were one of those monstrous cocks that could rip an average cunt apart. To cover her shakiness, she busied herself with removing her bra.
Harlan watched her tits being exposed. He licked his lips, and eyed the glossy bush of her snatch as she took off her panties. It almost glowed, so shiny were the tendrils.
"What a whorishly beautiful bush!" he murmured. "It's lovely enough to fuck by itself, even if there were nothing behind it!"
"What a strange thing to say!" Phyllis replied. "Do you always think of a woman in parts like that?"
"I appreciate a woman as an individual experience," he told her. "But I delight in the distinct and separate little beauties that make her the individual she is." He stepped out of his shorts, and Phyllis gasped at the awesome size of his prick and the heavy hang of his generous balls.
"You see," he said. "You're thinking of parts, too, aren't you?"
She had to nod affirmatively, but she was wondering at the moment what it would take to make the Cant cock hard; it was just handing there against his nuts, as if awaiting the command to come to attention.
"Sit on the bed, will you, Phyllis?" he asked her. She sat down and looked up at him. "Now take your ankles in your hands, if you will, and hold them apart as you learn back to lie down."
Puzzled but cooperative, she did as he asked. Harlan watched her cunt split down the center of the glossy black bush, then stare at him pinkly, the thick lips spread out in moist invitation. Watching through the framework of her arms and legs, Phyllis saw the awesome meat of his cock acquire its bone, rising up until it pointed directly at her. IT had gained little in size, but it now looked almost destructive in its rigidity.
She was intrigued when he sat cross-legged on the bed and moved toward her until the tip of his meaty cock teased the lips of her cunt. He straightened out his legs until they sandwiched her torso, then he took his prick in his hand and began caressing her twat with its hot, smooth head.
She had been creaming with anticipation, and this ooze now oiled the path for his eight-inch cock as he tickled the sensitive surface of her vulva. He traced the outline of her swollen lips, the inner convolutions of her twat, and then he began to scribble little designs around the trembling tip of her clitoris.
"Oh God, Harlan!" she moaned as the thrills raced through her. "A little more of that and I'll cream up a flood!"
"Wonderful!" he replied. "Then I can ride the flood to its source." He massaged her with the head of his cock until she was whimpering and gasping steadily. When her juices were flowing fast, he circled the tip of the prick into a spiral, centering it neatly in the heated hole of her entrance.
He seized her upraised thighs near her hips and pulled as he drove into her. She felt the walls of her cunt expand with the great fullness of his cock as he plowed firmly into her tunnel. He rode all the way in, then lifted his hands to her.
"Take my hands," he said. When she did, he pulled her up and maneuvered his body around in the bed. She found herself sitting on him, impaled to the guts on his hot cock. "Now you can bounce around on it until you begin to feel comfortable," he said. "Take your time and set your own pace."
She took a deep breath, sitting there as carefully as if the shaft inside her were a two-edged sword. She could feel the bulging bag of his balls in the wet cradle of her passion-thickened cuntlips. It felt as if the tip of his prick was stretching the end of her sheath up into her belly above the navel.
"I'm… I'm almost afraid to move," she said with a slightly hysterical giggle. But she gathered her courage and started to move up and down on the hard meat, feeling it bulge the sides of her cunt as it moved within her.
"Jesus, Harlan!" she gasped after a while. "That feels better all the time!"
She increased her speed and the length of her strokes, and soon both of them were grunting and gasping with the exciting sensations that ensued. The complete contact of the thick shaft as it frictioned her walls seemed to stimulate the flow of her cream. It was a slippery froth that boiled out of her as she slid up and down the length of his throbbing cock, soaking them both with her warm amp;1.
His balls began to feel spongier as she bore down on them with the lower edge of her cuntlips. She wondered if they were filling from some other reservoir, gathering their power to explode somewhere in her vitals.
Her cunt grew greedy; the more it became used to the generous serving of man-meat, the more it wanted. She drove down onto the hard cock in a frenzy, her cunt muscles gulping at the bulk as if eager to bite it off and digest it.
"Oh, Harlan! I'm coming!" she cried abruptly. Spasms shook her, tightening her twat around its meal as she drove down in a final effort to engulf him, balls and all.
She felt the surge along the length of his cock like a ripple in an egg swallowing snake. Then his come erupted from the tip and burst high inside her, splashing hotly against the mouth of her womb and flooding down along the tunnel to ooze out between them.
Her body tensed and shook powerfully as her orgasm reached its peak. She squealed with the ecstasy, farted with excitement, and then went limp.
She was aware of the decreased hardness of his cock, but it was still a respectable fullness inside her. She wanted to keep it there for a while, to absorb the flavor of his sheer maleness, retain it as a memory of a stirring excitement.
Then she thought of something interesting. That monster had expanded her cunt excitingly; it would be fun to see how much of it she could get into her mouth.
She rose up off the stake of flesh, let it splat down against Harlan's thigh, and positioned herself so she could get at it with her lips. Carefully, knowing how sensitive it would be at the moment, she licked at the smeary head, then sucked it into her lips.
"God, Phyllis!" he groaned. "Let it cool for a while, wig you?"
"Okay," she agreed. "I can wait." She put her head on his thigh, inhaled the heavy odor of his semen, and took sneaky tastes of it from his dripping shaft.