They remained locked together until Barbara patted him on the back, signaling that she was willing to carry on with the fun. He pulled out of her, and she rolled over and got up.
They started again. This time she bent over the edge of the bed, feet on the 'door, thrusting up her ass to him. He laid the slippery head of his cock in the twitching wrinkles of her asshole, then pressed inward.
"Ooh-h-h!" she wailed, pretending fear. "There's that hard old fuck stick again!" But her asshole seemed to blossom out into a moist funnel; his prick melted into it like a hot poker into butter.
"Delicious!" she moaned as he thrust into her all the way. "Fuck me easy, George, but be ready to do your thing… I'm close already!"
He screwed into her ass, feeling the excited tightenings of her rectum as she began to evidence spasms of another orgasm. He fucked rapidly, reaching under her to shove two fingers up her cunt and work at her clit with his thumb.
"George!" she moaned. "Oh, George… shoot it, baby!"
As her body started to shake, he let loose his last barrage. Semen squirted into her bowel in hot jets and she whimpered joyfully as the biggest quake shuddered over her.
Again they remained coupled until her spasms subsided. When they separated, Barbara slid to the floor and lay on her side. In a second, George joined her, and they faced each other with satisfied grins.
"Want to try anything new?" she asked him.
"Can't think of anything at the moment," he replied. "How about you?"
"I was wondering what it would feel like to have you piss in my cunt. Want to try it?"
"Hell, I'm game for anything if you are, Bobbi. Let's go to the bathroom; this one we'd better try in the tub!"
Grace McDonald was looking forward to her first session with Randy the goat, but she still had one mental reservation about it; though she had seen Dot do it, she was not sure whether she could accommodate the diameter of the stud's thick-based prick.
But when she got her first look at Harlan Gates without his clothes, she stopped worrying about Randy. If she could accept Harlan's cock, she need not fear the goat!
When he asked her to sit in a chair with her feet pulled up against her buttocks, Grace sat in the big occasional chair in the comer of the master bedroom and drew up her feet until her heels were touching her ass.
"Now, I'd like you to play with your pussy," Harlan told her. "Tease it good… work it up into a real froth for me while I watch."
She stared at him as if he had escaped from an institution. Then she realized that the most normal people could have all kinds of weird hangups. If that was what it took to make Harlan's cock get stiff, then she'd try to oblige him although the size of his monstrous prick when soft made her wonder whether she'd regret doing anything to harden it!
But her fingers stole into her snatch and began to caress the coral lips, tease the mouth of her tunnel, and toy with her clitoris. It took a while for her to feel anything but am extreme sensitivity.
She was not averse to masturbating; she did it often, or at least as often as she needed release when Cole was too busy or tired to take care of her. But with Harlan watching her, she felt rather foolish; end it was difficult to feel foolish and sexy at the same time.
But as she continued to play with herself, she felt the first damp traces of her cream slide over her flesh, and she started to feel fiery tingles traveling around her cunt and belly. As the thrills mounted, her ass refused to remain still. It rolled and bumped frantically as her fingers flew in the gathering wetness.
Harlan's cock began to stiffen as he watched, and the sight of his erection-like a python coming to life excited Grace even more. She stirred her fingers in the stew of her heated cunt and whimpered softly to herself as her passion increased.
She saw Harlan grasp his prong in a firm fist and pump the thick shaft, making the head swell and pulse. At first, she thought this was going to end up as a childish game you show me how you do yours, and I'll show you how I do mine.
But Harlan gave his prick a few whacks, then stood up and went to the bed. He sat down and motioned to her.
"Let's see if that oily quim will slide onto this, now." His hands patted the tops of his thighs, indicating his lap as the spot that she was to sit on. He helped her get seated, facing him, her legs wrapped around him; his hand guided the huge glans into her twat and settled it in the petals of flesh around her hole.
"Work onto it, Grace," he told her. "Slide that slick cunny right over it and swallow it up inside you."
She was glad he had let her work up a slippery lather; even with all the lubrication, she felt the hugeness of him as he expanded her tunnel alarmingly. The fullness reached further and further inside her, until he had no more meat to stuff in her cunt.
"My God!" she said in a careful voice. "If you hadn't run out of cock when you did, my mouth would be too full to talk!"
"It's not as big as you think it is," he assured her. "Let it soak in there for a minute until you get used to it."
He leaned over and sucked on one of her nipples, and she began to get back some of the excited thrills that had been frightened out of her by the monster cock.
He knew how to treat a tit, and by the time he had worked over both of them, she was humming happily with the return of her passion. When he started fucking her slowly, she was surprised to find that there was no real discomfort; her cunt had adapted in no time at all. The thick prick slid smoothly within her sheath, massaging every nerve, including some she had not known she had. Harlan's fingers had slithered around behind her and were teasing the crack of her ass. New tingles raced up her spine and spread out to join the others rippling through her belly.
She felt herself creaming heavily, as if the big cock had rubbed the glands of her tunnel, milking them of their secretions. The splat of Harlan's balls against her crotch sounded more wet than at the beginning. And she was unconsciously pumping her ass to meet his thrusts; now her cunt was more than eager to receive the oversize prick!
Her asshole winked steadily as tiny spasms trembled inside her, and at each wink, Harlan gently probed into the soft wrinkles with his finger.
He pulled her to him with his free hand and kissed her; she accepted the thrust of his tongue, sucking on it hungrily in symbolic need for the continued thrust of his giant prick. Her tongue lanced out frantically, wanting the sucks he could give it, eager to be the object of his desire.
His strokes speeded up and became shorter; each tight fuck was a delirious broadcast of thrills as her tunnel came alive to the forceful caress of his moving cock.
"Harlan!" she cried. "Oh Jesus! I'm falling apart inside!" And, as she began to quiver and jerk, he knew she was coming off like a cow elephant.
He plunged into her as far as he could go, then held her there while he rammed his finger up her ass. She squealed at the double stuffing, then she felt his hot gushes shoot into her cunt with alarming power.
Grace literally danced on the pole of his cock, her ass making wild leaps on his lap. Her cunt seized his prick in tight clutches, milking him of his sperm, as both of them grunted and gasped with the voluptuous release.
"I'm afraid to let you take it out of me," she told him when she caught her breath.
"You think there might be blood?;' he teased.
"No, but it's like tight shoes, or when you have a swollen foot. You're afraid to take it off, because you might not be able to get it back on."
"You mean you'd like to have some more? You're over your fear of the monster?"
"I guess that's what I mean. Still…"
"Yes. What were you going to say? Second thoughts?"
"In a way. I was wondering what it would be like to have a mouthful of that goodie."