As they fucked, grunting and gasping for air, her head thumped hard on the enamel, and stars blurred her vision. Yet she didn't complain, she merely blinked and groaned and carried on fucking without breaking stride.
"Now! Now! Now!" she cried, her desperate scream echoing off the walls.
He knew what she wanted. He knew, because he was sharing the experience with her. She was straining, reaching for her orgasm.
Galloping madly, he strained and strained, then he touched it. Ecstasy was his for the taking. She clung to him.
He gave her a final handful of short, deep strokes. Then, his cock drained and satisfied, be pulled out of her cunt.
"We fucked so hard, we splashed the whole bathroom!" she said, grinning. "What do you suppose everyone else is doing?"
"Fucking, I hope," he replied, smiling. "Maybe even in a bathtub!"
CHAPTER SIX
The Count hadn't been far wrong. They weren't in the tub yet, but they were very close. Claire had been like a giggling teenager as she moved her tall, statuesque body up the stairs in front of Mark Lester. She hadn't really felt that glorious hunk of meat in his pants yet, but she had seen it start to rise when she brushed her mammoth tits up and down his arm in the hall.
And Mark's wondrous cock continued to rise as he watched her bountiful butt-cheeks bounce beneath the thin material of her dress. They looked like two piglets fighting for survival in a flimsy bag. He imagined encasing his meat with them and spearing her cunt from behind. She was a big woman and he guessed he could slam his cock clear up to her tits without any complaint.
He had fucked a lot of Goddamn good ass and his wife Lori was no innocent when it came to sex, but he had an idea that this big redhead would give him the fuck of his life.
In the room, Claire turned and kissed him. At the same time she rammed her pelvis against his rigid pecker.
Oh, Jesus, it's huge! she thought, feeling it press against her belly, the head extending beyond her navel.
"Let's take a bath first," she said. "I want to enjoy every second of this. I want it to last." She flew into the bathroom and flipped the taps on. She sprinkled bath oil into the water and then called to him.
"Do you like it hot?"
She turned and found him standing right behind her. He had already gotten naked and his monstrous hard-on was pointing right where her cunt would be if she, too, were undressed.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped in glee. "What a cock. What a fantastic hunk of fuck meat!"
Stunned, Claire sank to the floor by the tub. Her muscles clutched involuntarily as she stared at his massive cock and the big pair of balls that seemed to roll around in the sac beneath it. For just a second she thought he was going to fuck her right there on the floor. She almost wished he would.
She remained kneeling before the oversized tub, wondering if she had the strength to rise. The muscles in her thighs were trembling and nerves were tingling from her toes right up into her scalp. Awkwardly, she shut off the rush of water into the tub and sensed the involuntarily puffing up of her nipples.
Mark stepped closer, bent to place a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as he tested the water with the toes of his right foot. His huge meat swung back and forth, rubbing against her face. The aromatic perfume of blended male and female odors was strong in her nostrils.
She clung to the edge of the tub as the naked monster eased into the tub, turned his body to lie back in the water. Her eyes stared.
What a man! she marveled again. Unaccountably, her fingers itched to grab his prick and flog it.
"Wash my cock a little," he said, smiling up at her. "Would you like that?"
"Gladly, honey," she replied. "I'll have the time of my life washing that prick."
She soaped the cloth profusely, reached with trembling hands and took it in her left hand, down near the base. At first, she merely floated the sudsy cloth across the massive head with its gaping, un-winking eye.
"Scrub the baby-maker good!" he laughed, his hips hunching.
Claire drew a deep, raged breath, took a titter grip on the thick shaft and scrubbed the slick knob almost roughly. Mark groaned with pleasure as the coarse cloth scoured his cockhead. Then, as she scrubbed, she began masturbating his whang with her left hand, letting her fingers curl around the base.
"Get in the tub with me, Claire," he commanded.
His wet fingers were slipping the buttons of her dress until the crowns of her jugs, in the low-cut bra, were in full view of his piercing eyes.
She rose slowly, trembling, to her feet and shrugged out of her clothes. She stepped close so he could get his long fingers through her coarse, red pussy hair and part her legs so he could massage her cunt. She nearly toppled over backward in a faint when he pinched her snatch. His long finger found and stabbed deep into her cunt-hole while his thumb continued to play with the outer labes.
She stared through glazed, half-closed eyes and wondered if she could take all of his dong. It's going to be fun trying to devour that huge meat with my mouth, she thought, growing hotter. She leaned in over the tub and Mark supported her by taking her tits in his hands. She eased into the tub, knees on either side of him as he straightened his legs. She flinched as her asscheeks touched the hot water. Her body was shaken slightly by a minor climax. Slowly, carefully, Claire settled her body into the bath until she rested on Mark's sturdy thighs.
He tuned her towards him and began caressing her, licking her tits all over, tonguing her hard nipples and chewing on them gently, sending sharp tingles all the way through her tummy into her cunt.
Claire slithered forward in the water, lifted her ass until she could swab the great knob of his cock all the way through her gash. It seemed to increase her strength as she forced it past the labes and raked her fully extended clit. A glorious feeling seemed to ebb and flow through her.
"Oh, this is gonna be good," Mark groaned, "real good. You got a big cunt, ain't ya?"
"I hope it's big enough for that," she replied.
"It will be, baby," he said, "you just relax and work the head around in there a little." His hips backed slightly in the water to add emphasis to his words.
Obediently, Claire moved the thick cockhead up and down her soggy slit. She maneuvered it just inside her cunt-mouth and settled her ass downward. She could feel the thick rod enter her hole, spreading her cuntlips more than they had ever been spread by male meat, and it made her a little dizzy. But she panted with desire and anticipation.
"More, more!" she cried, wriggling all around, pulling his prick farther and farther into her cunt.
"Too much! Too much!" she whimpered as she felt the tremendous hard-on expanding her insides, nudging the farthest membranes of her cunt and making her very asshole bulge. The water stung her tender cunt-flesh. Her cunt muscles fluttered around the invading whang and she careened into a shuddering climax that almost made her teeth rattle.
Her hand was erratic as her fingers fumbled between their attached bodies. God! He had about four more inches of cock left with which to gore her!
"I don't know whether I can take any more!" she whimpered.
"Try!"
"I don't think I can!" she wailed.
"Try, Goddamnit! You can take it all. I can feel it!" He not only wanted to give all his prick to her, he wanted to pound her with it. Just the idea of the free-wheeling orgy that had already started had brought him to a peak of desire he had never felt when fucking for a bunch of cameras. He wished Lori was there so she could sit on his face and play with this chick's tits. It would probably help Claire get that much hotter and ready for his cock, all of his cock.
Claire took a deep breath. She, too, was excited about finally being able to fuck without fear, anybody she wanted to fuck.
"You may split my cunt all to hell!" she said. "But I'm coming down on your cock."