Relentlessly, she settled her ass, grinding his huge cock deeper and deeper into her shuddering cunt. She felt her labes stretched around his battering ram, mashed against the broad, flat bone of his pelvis. His balls were rasping hairily against her distended asshole. She thought, crazily, for a moment of cramming his nuts into her shitter.
"I've got all your cock!" she shrieked, elated. "I have all your prick in my cunt! Goddamn! I didn't think I could take all of your big meat!"
She shook around, pivoting her box on his solid boner, rasping mercilessly against his pelvis. She reached behind and under her to cuddle and squeeze. "Now… let's ball! In the water, in the bathtub! Fuck me!"
Mark clasped her narrow waist, lifted her body and plunged her down, thudding his prick into her.
"Oh, shit, it's good, Mark baby! Oh, what a cock you've got!"
"Listen… listen," he said, almost stammering in his panting, lusting speech. "Let's get out of the tub."
"No. Let's just fuck," she said.
"No… I want to pound it into you. I mean really tear your cunt apart with it. Not many women can take my cock like this. So when I find one that can, I really want to fuck her good."
That convinced Claire.
In seconds she was lying beneath him on the bathroom floor.
"I want a little taste of it," he said, "before I fuck it again."
"Go ahead… lick my snatch a little."
He began lapping away at her magnificently developed clitoris. It wiggled and stuck out a bit more, like a tiny tongue that wanted to exchange licks with his. He sucked it and felt warm fluid flow in unrestrained gushes from her cunt-hole.
He swallowed the juices from her pussy as fast as he could lick them from her cunt, her thighs, her ass, and her belly.
She was shaking, quivering, moaning just seconds away from a shattering climax. He raised up on his knees, bent her legs by the ankles far back over her head, and moved his dripping, bobbing prick within an inch of her gash.
Even in the quivering, pulsating heat of aroused lust, an arousal that had her squirming and gasping in a semiconscious delirium, she knew that she could never go back to her humdrum life of just fucking Daphne after this. Whatever the Count had in mind, Claire Laurenz would be all for it.
Mark nudged the swollen, bulbous knob of his gigantic cock in between the softly-pulsing lips of her gaping cunt. He saw her eyes bulge, her nostrils flare, her mouth come open. He expected a scream to erupt from her throat as he rammed his fourteen-inch cock balls deep into her velvet cunt-hole.
The inner surfaces of her snatch, so soft and tender, clasped his cock all the way. He had to force it through the grasping, moist tightness.
The scream never came. Instead, a smile, warm and knowing, far beyond her years, stretched across her face.
"I love it," she murmured in his ear, her breath coming in quick, short gasps. "I love cock, do you hear me? I love cock!"
Between the raw passion in her voice and the pounding of her hips, she was driving him wild. Exquisite sensations shot through his prick as he buried it in the depths of her juicy pussy. He reveled in its extreme heat and constriction, in his thorough penetration of the hole between her legs.
The yielding flesh of her cunt's soft little folds molded easily, with suppleness, flowing around his thick cock as it pulled nearly out and then rammed forward again, all the way into the flowing bush of her beaver.
He rammed his prick in and out as fast and as hard as he could, raising himself to look down between their sweating bodies to watch his rod fucking her sweet, quivering cunt. It slid and slicked in and out, all wet and shining with her cunt-juice.
"Is it good?" he asked. "Is it good, big girl? 'Cause I'm fucking the shit out of you!"
"Yes," she answered. "Fucking's wonderful! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"
Propping himself above her on his hands, he pulled his slippery prick back until her sexy box housed only the flaring silken crown between the lips of her ripely swollen mound. Then he began moving his hips in slow, gentle circles, teasing her with his cockhead just inside the opening of her gash.
She hunched upward with her hips, straining to reach it. Her thirsty cunt tried to grab his prick back, all the way inside her. But he kept his cock where it was, just parting the labes. Her eyes filled with tears and she chewed her lip. Her hands slapped the bed and she shoved herself up towards him, pushing her cunt up his cock like a hot wet tube. It sheathed the smooth warm rod and tried to suck it farther in.
Again he withdrew, backing his cock away from her cunt ever so slightly.
"Damn it, damn it to hell!" she screamed, a rage in her voice that almost frightened him. "Stop it… fuck me! Give me your cock, you fucker! Fuck me!"
He shoved the long, thick dong all the way into her quaking cunt, sending it deep in a blind search for her womb.
She sighed out a long breath of pleasure. Then she was twisting convulsively beneath him, straining to apply action with strong cunt muscles, to suck his cock deep up her hot fuck-hole and get every inner surface caressed by his monstrous prick.
The luscious sensuousness of her body jerked as she screwed herself onto his shaft. She threw her hips up to him wildly, slapping his sweaty belly with hers. Her cunt became a slushy, flowing swamp that surrounded and bathed his impaling cock with liquid heat.
The fires of lust that flared up deep inside her hunching pussy and trembling belly were drowned in the sudden rolling waves of her orgasm. She quivered and twitched, juice and cum drowning his cock.
She shrieked, her voice a high-pitched wail as she came, marvelously and beautifully. It was so intense that both her scream and her contorted face showed pain and pleasure all at the same time.
His cock was on fire with the rising swell of jizz coming from his balls. Harder and harder he slammed his body against hers. His pubic hair nestled against hers as the hilt of his shaft honed in again and again to her yielding, writhing body.
At the last second he jerked his painfully throbbing prick out of her juicy slit and sent cum squirting all up over her belly and right up to the fat bases of her bulging tits.
In shock she struggled and slithered away from him. She watched, fascinated, as the milky fuck-cream flooded her belly and boobs. Smiling, she took a great gob of it on her finger and tasted it. She loved it. She scraped more jizz from her tits and swallowed it.
She moved back to him and took his cock into her mouth and squeezed the last drops of his cum into her throat.
"I love it. I love cock, and I love fucking. I don't ever want to stop."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Daphne was willing herself to leave the room when the last of the other people dispersed. She tried, but somehow she couldn't get her body to move. Lori Lester's young, vibrant body gyrated just in front of her face, and no matter how she tried, she couldn't take her eyes off the beauty of that sweet, russet pussy.
"What's the matter, Daphne?" Lori asked. "Hell, my pussy's the same color as your girl friend's. That should turn you on a little bit."
"No… please. Stop this!" Daphne begged. "It's filthy. What you're doing is filthy."
"Filthy? Hey, you heard the man. We're all here to enjoy. So, let's enjoy. My pussy's soaking wet. You wanna feel?"
"No," the blonde replied. "I want to go to Claire. I want to talk to her."
"Shit, she's not in any mood to talk right now. Not if she loves cock."
"That's just it. She doesn't love cock. She loves me," Daphne insisted. "She does."
"Love, shmove. You heard the man. All sex is love, all love is sex. Right now, your girl friend is getting about a yard of my old man's cock up her cunt. I love him, but he's fucking her."
Daphne knew what the girl was saying was true. But she needed Claire. Without her there, she was afraid. She put her hands up to her face as her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't fight them all. There were too many of them.