They clung for long moments and she enjoyed the feel of his fingers masturbating her to excitement. But his fingers slipped back up to her asshole and he began to probe.
She lifted her head from his cock. "Hank! Don't do that."
"Go to," he said.
Then she went faint with the shock, outrage and pain of it. He forced his finger right into her gut, unsealing her sphincter. She had to draw in a deep breath of distress. And excitement.
"Oh, Christ," she moaned in confusion. "Leave me alone. Leave it alone. Ohhhhh-"
That was because he ran his finger right up into her intestine. You could give a lover your vagina. You had to, but her asshole was private territory. Even Todd had never unpluged her like this. She hung there trembling, his finger deep in her ass and she bit his thigh softly in distress.
"Feels just like a cunt," he said in a sex-crazed voice. "Soft, wet, plenty of pink smooth tissue up there. Real tight though." He corkscrewed his finger, and she almost jumped out of her skin. It was so delicate and tender up her ass.
"Oh Hank, Jesus." She'd forgotten all about the cocksuck and so had he. "Please don't do that," she begged. "I don't want you playing in my hole."
"Every guy in town has dreamed of feeling up your ass, fucking up your ass," he said, sounding half-mad with his fascinating game. "Me most of all."
She knew then that he was going to force that huge, throbbing prick up her tight asshole. She gave a cry.
"Oh, Hank. It's perverted. It'll hurt. You'll kill me."
"I'll take my time," he crooned. He used two fingers not to force her sphincter wider and she had to gasp again. "I really don't want to hurt you, honey, but that's the premium ass of all time."
At that moment, as his fingers oozed up her gut, forcing her tight sphincter open, it all changed for her.
She'd known for years that she had a very attractive behind. Guys always looked first at your face and second at your best sex feature. Your breasts, your legs, your crotch-or your ass. For her it was always her ass. That fact had always turned her on a little and she always showed it off. You learned your sexuality from other people's desires on parts of your body. Once, long ago, she'd had a lover who fingered a little into her ass when he fucked her, and that had sent extra hot flashes up her belly and made her come sooner and hotter.
Once or twice she'd even teased Todd to cornhole her, not really meaning it, but curious to know what it was like. Willing…
Here in this weird time and place it was happening. Her heart pumped, her breath was short and she had to swallow over a dry throat but it reached her.
"Ah, ah, ah," she went. His fingers fucked in and out, thrilling hers, especially on the downpull when she felt his might empty her. Nature added pleasure, almost sexual to that downpull for obvious reasons.
"Oh, my God, it's tender," she told him. "It's like you're touching the most delicate, hurtable, fragile part of my whole body. I could die if you do it wrong."
"I'll do it right, honey. Your sweet, sexy glory hole was made for a lusty prick."
He turned her around then and pressed her thighs against the side of the pool. She was so sexed up she felt dizzy. Her whole body ached with vulnerability and desire for cock. She wanted him to take that big, brutal prick and fuck her savagely.
There were breathless seconds while she had to wait. She knew he was savoring the sight of it, prying her buttocks open to examine her crack, her seam, her swollen pucker, her red inner rhyme, the blonde hairs, everything. He patted her hams making them quiver while he breathed hoarsely in excitement.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm going to fuck your ass crazy," he exulted.
She felt his cock-head tease the sphincter, arouse the sensitive nerves that protected it. Then he notched his cock-head through her muscle and it laid inside of her, tight to her mucous membranes, throbbing.
"Holy, Jesus," he crooned.
She was caught up in the same enchantment. She had to grunt as she took prick, but the pain was not so bad. All at once she felt weak in the knees and knew she was coming.
"Hank-"
"Orffff," he grunted.
He came ahead of her, his cock only a couple of inches inside her asshole. She felt the rinsing throbs of his ecstasy.
"Gug-gone," he moaned and spent richly, his sticky come-body, hot and scalding to her inflated senses. Her cunt quaked in an orgasm in sympathy without being touched as she collaborated in his deflowerment of her virgin asshole.
"Uuuuuuuuu."
She laid her elbows on the pool's edge and enjoyed her spasm of joy. She felt him subside but then, to her surprise, he shoved his prick deeper into her gut past the oily spend he'd laid there.
"That was just openers," he grunted. He meant it. He kept his cock in her. Deep, deep inside of her. It got a little softer but not much.
He began to stroke her thighs. Then her naked belly, and then on up to her full, voluptuous breasts, as he removed her bra. She hung there in warm, sun-dazed glory, thrilling all over. She'd never been loved exactly like this. There was an unpleasant fullness in her rear, but the other thrills more than made up for it. He cupped her tits and worked them. Sensual pleasure for her grew and grew as she murmured ecstatic nothings. He leaned over her back and began to bite and tongue at her neck. As he found her sensitive spots she began to give little gasps. Even Todd didn't know about some of them.
Then he fingered her, working two fingers into her cunt, and she hung there in splendor.
"Oh, Hank, Hank."
"I want you so hot that you beg for sex like a starving madwoman," he laughed.
"Hank, Hank," she moaned.
She moved her loins, that moved her ass, and that made her narrow back passage stroke his cock, and she felt his meat harden and harden. Pretty soon he was giving delicious fuck motions while he made her pump-off his cock with her ass passage while he pumped-off her cunt. She rose right up to wanting, aching sexuality.
"I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked."
"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass."
"Fuck my ass! Tear my guts open with your prick!" she cried. She was dazed and crazed with sex joy, half out of her head. She'd never been opened up like this and it was wonderful, losing her identity, giving in to her animal self in response to the delicious sweeps of desire from the iron cock up her ass. Faster and faster.
"We're going now," he cried. "Oh. God, I'm fucking your ass."
"Split me. Do me. Fuck my asshole," she cried.
She went right up to the ultimate glory. They clung and plunged in high fuck fury, like two rutting animals, his cock driving in and out of her swollen intestine while her warm gut flowed, and her clit, brought into action by the wild motions, thrilled her cunt. Her whole belly opened to the joy while his hands, kneading her rich breasts, added hot pleasure above to join with the friction madness below. Her whole body writhed and twisted in burning passion.
"Christ God, I'm fucked crazeee!" she cried. "Oh, oh, more, more, more."
She hadn't dreamed a woman could reach such a high fervor of pleasure under the drive of a hard cock, especially the prick of Hank Farr, yet there she was. Every pore went pleasure-soaked from his huge cock forcing her asshole.
Hank also enjoyed the sweet joy. "Oh, Honey, I-never-never had a fuck like this," he cried. Best of all, he rode the wildness right up to orgasm, using her voluptuous body without holding back an ounce of his fierce energy. His prick, his balls his belly became a searing totality of male domination and pleasure as he rocked her until he froze. He gave an enormous cry of hapiness and forced his cock to the utmost depth of ass penetration.
"TAAAKE IT!" he went.