"Oh, Mac! Suck it, Daddy!" Phyllis cried, impaling herself brutally on the stubborn hardness of his turgid prick and rolling her ass to massage the boiling bag of his bans.
He got the love-milk from her tit just as her climax hit her. She wailed loudly and gripped his thighs with hers, grinding her cunt mercilessly around his cock as she shuddered and jerked on his lap.
He spurted up into her mightily, wondering where he was getting so much come as he flooded her cunt with it. She gurgled contentedly as the hot fluid spread inside her, then she lost her tenseness and leaned forward, her head resting on his shoulder.
When she could talk without panting, she spoke in low tones, her lips close to his ear.
"At least you got to suck while you fucked," she said. "Even if my milk isn't as rich as Rachel's."
"It was delicious," he told her. "And was it fun to be sucked and fucked together?"
"It was heaven! I'm afraid neither dog nor goat can do that much for me."
"They all have their uses," he philosophized. "But I have to admit that none of them could be as sweetly useful as you. I wonder if I could get another hard-on… maybe if we sit still and let it…"
Chapter 8
George Lambert and Barbara Gates had sexed it up on a number of occasions. They discovered that they had two things in common. Both had progressed rapidly in the acquisition of sexual knowledge and experience, through various swapping partners and a general pursuit of the subject. And each was fairly advanced in the practice of Yoga, a discipline which could be used to heighten sexual enjoyment if desired.
They sat on the carpeted floor of the bedroom, facing each other in the lotus position, like a pair of Buddhas. At the moment, neither was concerned with the exact form that their sex play would take. They only knew that it would be interesting as well as fun-something neither would attempt with the average swapper, but certain to be enjoyable between themselves.
Their knees almost touched, so closely were they sitting, and they enjoyed the idea of studying each other without physical contact for a long time. They could thrill to some strange accomplishments.
"How's your ejaculation control, George?" Barbara asked.
"Better, Bobbi… but I still can't always shut it off after one shot. How's your automatic juicer?"
"Some progress there… I've managed to cut down the concentration time by using sexual objects to fill my thoughts."
"How about a demonstration?" he asked.
"Tell you what: You go through your paces first. Then I'll use your come for my thought reference."
"Okay." George went into a deep concentration. After a few minutes his limber cock began to swell and stiffen where it lay on the cushion of his balls. Barbara watched as it rose over his crossed legs.
"Beautiful erection!" she whispered, not wanting to break his train of thought. His brow was furrowed tightly, and his eyes were focused on his cock. After a few more minutes the fat head swelled still more, pulsed once, then emitted a spurt of semen that hit Barbara just above the navel. There was another pulse, and a short, dribbling spurt hit the carpet between them and left a thin string of white fluid on George's calves.
"Wonderful!" Barbara said. "Now I'll try my thing."
She concentrated on the blob of semen that clung to her belly. She could smell its potent male fragrance, and she enlarged upon the sensation by imagining that she could taste it, feel its slimy texture on her tongue.
George watched the patted lips of her cunt; they swelled up slowly, thickening with engorged blood and pouting out from their nest of rich brown hair. Minutes passed, and then George saw the first drops of moisture appear at the lower edges of the lips.
More drops gathered, ran together, formed a tiny trickle, then began to run down into the crack of her ass. George groaned at the waste of her honey, licking his lips thirstily and using his will power to keep from attacking the source with his mouth.
The lips of her cunt seemed to tighten, to press together, and more. Squid escaped from them. George waited, wondering if she had lost her control and would have to give up without breaking her record. She had soaked a washcloth completely during their last experiments!
After what seemed like an eternity, Barbara broke her concentration and looked up at George. There was am enigmatic smile on her face.
"You scolded me the last time," she remanded him. "Said I'd wasted good honey you wanted. Well, come and get it!" She unlocked her legs, grabbed her ankles, then leaned back on the carpet.
George thrilled with anticipation as he repositioned himself, mouth poised over her fragrantly heated cunt.
"You mastered the closure!" he said. "You little imp!" As he put his lips to her slit, it parted for him. Juice was gathered in abundance there; a pool was formed in her gash, and he sucked it up with a hoarse cry of gladness, tasting her womanly sex musk in the translucent fluid.
He sucked it all up, then put his lips over her hole and gave a final suck that won him another swallow. He raised his head and grinned happily down at her face. She had a sexually excited expression on her mouth and her eyes burned up at him hotly.
"Now feed me, George," she said. Her finger reached down and captured the wet semen pearl on her belly, then she brought it to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth and savored it on her tongue
George squatted by her head, and she turned to take his cock in her mouth. It lay on her tongue and lower lip; she kept her mouth open and waited. He concentrated. After almost two minutes, the head bounced on her tongue as it pulsed strongly. A spurt of his come shot into her throat.
"More!" she begged as she swallowed it. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow, and soon another blob gushed out in her mouth. She swallowed it and put her lips to the pearl that remained on the tip of his cock, sucking his passage dry.
"Beautiful!" she told him. "Now let's rest for a while and let our systems normalize. I'd like to do some old-fashioned fucking!"
They got onto the bed and lay quietly for a while, careful not to touch each other at any point. In less than ten minutes, they were able to feel as refreshed as if they had not spent themselves.
George embraced her, and her arms encircled his neck. Their mouths met and they exchanged flavors, tonguing and sucking joyfully for several minutes. Their bodies gradually wound together until George's rigid prick slid into the wet furrow of Barbara's cunt.
He worked his ass around for a few seconds, centering himself in her hungry twat, then found her hole and shoved into her. She squealed her delight as he filled her sheath, barreling into her until his balls slapped her ass.
"Ooh-h-h! That's a nice fuck stick you have, mister!" she said. Her ass was humping as she thrust up to meet his drives, and he felt the wonderfully slick heat of her tunnel engulfing him to the limit as he delivered a series of hard, long fucks, then ground his pubic mat into hers.
"I wish I had two cocks," he told her. "I would dearly love to screw you in the ass right now, but I can't bring myself to leave the juicy warmth of your cunt."
"Save some of your come, lover," she pleaded. "All three of my holes are hungry today!"
Her movements became more desperate as she threw her ass up from the bed; her cunt clasped him in wet gulpings as he thrust into her, and both of them were moaning and grunting as they neared the end of the road. Barbara's breath hissed through her clenched teeth as she began to reach her climax.
"Oh, George! Brownie me… quick!" she cried.
He slid a finger around in her crotch, dipping up some of the excess juice, then slid it into the hot little blossom of her asshole. She squealed, opened it up for him, and hissed excitedly as he thrust it into her all the way.
She cried out as her orgasm seized her completely. George burst into her with several shots, giving her the added sensation of absorbing his hot come while she climaxed. Then he shut off the flow, wincing at the ecstatic pressure it caused in his groin.