"All right, Mama… you asked for it!" Mickey grunted, as his huge, blood-inflated prick began to gore deeper and longer into her, its massive girth pulling the soft flanges of her cuntal furrow out with it on each outstroke to reveal the moist, pink lining of her pussy; then, on each plunging instroke, all of it was rammed back up inside of her, again.
Terry could feel all of his length and breadth as his giant cock rampaged in her searingly inflamed cuntal passage, every plundering stroke generating more desire. She couldn't get enough of him, and incessantly she urged him on with groans of pleasure, chanting in tempo with the undulant thrashings of their bodies, her pelvis moving, now, in wild, abandoned opposition to him, as she fucked back with feral sensuality. "Fuck me! Fuck me… fuckmefuckme! Fuck me… hard!" she chanted. It was a hedonistic litany of fuck!
Then, she began to moan with abandon, in ceaseless agony of her impending orgasm. She was there, hanging on the brink of eruptive rapture, as his big cock pounded into her, but she couldn't cum… yet. Finally, she realized that she needed to be in a different position. She had to have the hardness of his plundering prick going into her deeper and harder, with punishing force.
Straining up against him, she splayed her thighs wide and pulled her knees up to her chest. Instantly, Mickey knew what she wanted and stopping only momentarily, he shifted his arms to behind her knees; then, he came back down on her to press her knees back hard to her chest, mashing the tender, swelling mounds of her breasts flat.
Now, she was pinned to the sleeping bag like an entomological specimen, her loins raised and vulnerable, the whole of her genitals completely available to him for his deepest plundering thrusts. With renewed energy, he rammed his great cock all the way home in her cunt, and his sperm-laden balls smacked, heavily, into the exposed crevice between the fullnesses of her soft, round buttocks.
Terry moved in opposition to him, accepting and absorbing all of his hardened length into her cuntal passage and reveling in the ecstatic pleasure-pain it brought her, as his cock nudged past her cervix, with each bottoming stroke to crash into the farthest back wall of her vaginal vault.
"That's it! That's the way… I want it! All the way!" she urged, glad that she could take all of his cock into her needfully seething cunt. She mewled, gurgled, moaned and groaned with the intensity of her passion, the sounds emitting from deep in her throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure or pain, as he pistoned, smoothly, in and out of her, almost like a well-oiled machine.
Mickey knew she was going to pop any time, now; as she neared her climax, she continued to mouth obscenities, spurring him on to ever greater effort, her body writhing, uncontrollably, under him, and his own passion rose, spiralingly, toward the summit, where it would end in a final thrusting, jabbing, spewing ejaculation. He was aware that his cock had become even harder and stiffer, expanding to full, lust-engorged erection. The painful need to cum was there, searing him, at the root of his prick. Damn! I've got to pop… pretty soon!
Beneath him, Terry was wild, delirious, her passion completely uncontrolled, as with upturned buttocks, she lay there and took his thundering cock deep into her lust-quivering belly. Nearer and nearer she came to that exquisite moment when delicious, ecstatic orgasm would consume her.
"Oh, Mickey! Fuck hard! Fill my cunt with cock! Fuck it! Fuck it… fuckitfuckitfuckitfuckitfuckit… Oh, fuck!" she chanted in wild abandon, forcing him to increase his speed, demanding and wanting her release… and she began the giddy spiral, up and up, until suddenly, she stepped out into empty space like an astronaut. Then she was spinning free in timeless space for eons of time… or was it only fractions of seconds?
… And, as her release surged through her with electric arcings, her body convulsing with the ecstatic rapture of her orgasm, her throat opened up in a scream of primeval triumph.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuoooooooogggggghhhhhhhhhh!"
Even as Terry screamed with the pleasure of her climax, Mickey was goaded on to his own. He was in her, moving faster and faster, longer, harder and deeper, frantically, and his cock, hard as Toledo steel, pistoned the cylinder of her cunt like a run-away steam engine… until finally, he felt the hot, viscous semen jet, searingly, through the length of his cock, to spew from the slitted tip deep up into the moist warmth of her cuntal sheath. Spasms of pure pleasure coursed through him in mind-boggling, body-satisfying waves of sensuality. Then as his prick continued to pump the last dregs of his load of sperm from him, he collapsed on top of her with a huge, satiated groan.
"Christ! It was out of sight… Mama! I'm still cumming!"
Terry could only mewl an unintelligible pleasure-sound, as she struggled with her breathing.
After a few minutes, Mickey rolled himself from on top of her. He was satiated, tired… and sleepy. Terry snuggled in close to him and listened to the sound of his breathing that came deeper and more regular as he drifted off to sleep.
A few moments later, Peeper Martin was there, kneeling down beside her and whispering in her ear, "Come on… Terry, baby… get your ass out of there, now! You and me have got some unfinished business!"
"Not right now… Peeper…" she whispered back. "I'm all tired out…"
"I said… now!" Martin grated, twisting his hand in her hair and lifting her head up.
Her scalp hurt, and she could do nothing but rise with him, until she was on her knees and finally she was standing before him, naked and helpless.
"You're h-hurting me…" she complained.
"That's nothing to what you'll get… if you don't split with me… right now!"
"Okay… I'll go!" she agreed. "Let me go!"
Peeper Martin released her hair, took her by the arm and led her a few paces into the darkness.
Then, he released her arm, sat down on a sleeping bag and began to undress. On the instant, he had released her other hands were on her body, pulling her down to the slick material of the sleeping bag.
"Buck? Buck Sloan…?" she questioned.
"Yeah, baby… none other!"
"… A-And Wunder Boy…"
"Who else…?" the other voice rasped out at her.
They pulled her down to them. Both men were naked, and she was between them, their warm bodies pressed up tight to hers… and she could feel the hot bulk of their cocks against either thigh.
"You're the guest of honor at our little party!" Peeper Martin chortled, crawling on top of her.
CHAPTER TWO
After spending an hour or more in locating a service station that had a proper set of spark plugs for the truck-camper, followed by yet more wasted time, waiting for the attendant to install them, in between pumping gas and servicing other cars, the afternoon waned, which made Stan and Lois quite late getting to the State Park.
Stan had become irritable and grumpy because of the delays, and as they had continued on to the park, he was more snappish with her. He ate the meal she had prepared for him, in silence, then he decided that the radio had not been working right. As Lois tidied up the camper, washing the dishes and cooking utensils, he had taken the radio out of the truck's dash to fix it.
Now, he was fully absorbed in it, tracing out the circuits and testing various parts. Lois knew that it was one way he had of excluding her. He would be too busy… again…
She hadn't really figured out, yet, what had gone wrong with their marriage. Stan was only thirty years old. He was strong… virile and potent. Sure! He worked hard at a responsible job as shop foreman. But, lately, he had been full of excuses… Lois was pretty sure that there wasn't another woman although the idea had crossed her mind. God… it'd just kill me… if I ever found out that Stan was s-sleeping with another woman… making l-love to her…