hands smoothing across the mascularity of his strong back, then dropping down to his waist and down over the lithe suppleness of his trim, flat buttocks to pull him, likewise, hard into her loins, until their pubes were in solid contact and the head of his cock nestled, firmly, all the way between her legs and back against the tiny, crinkled orifice of her anus.
Standing together, there, observed only by the primal wilderness, they were, for now, the only man and the only woman — or the first man and first woman — as they danced the ritual dance of sex, moving undulantly, against each other, his big cock rubbing, maddeningly, against the sensitive bud of her clitoris, as she straddled the hardened rod of his more than adequate prick.
'You do want it… don't you?' Stan rasped, his throat dry. 'You want me to… fuck you?'
'Oh, God… I can hardly wait… to get your cock in me! Fuck me! Fuck me… quick!' she moaned. '… Before I go out of my mind!'
Stan released her. She sank down on the blanket, lowering herself to it to lie on her back, her beautifully tapered thighs splaying out, obscenely, to receive him, while her hands went to her own breasts to cup and fondle then slide down across her flat belly to massage the inside of her thighs, her hands finally framing the heated flesh of her cunt. He watched her for a moment, as her hips described tiny circles of desire under her, and her eyes were drawn, magnetically, to the spear of his hard cock, a smile of lewd anticipation spreading across her lovely face.
'I still don't believe it!' she gasped, then giggled, girlishly. 'You know… when Harry told me… about you… I thought you'd be ordinary!' She held up her arms, invitingly.
'Would you say then… that I'm extraordinary…?' he asked lowering himself down between her thighs.
'Oh God yes! You've got plenty of extra!'
The moment his flesh touched her she shivered with sensual delight, her limbs trembling with ecstatic anticipation.
'I'm going to stuff you full of cock… now!' he grated.
'Please… lover! That's exactly what I want! I want it wild… and hard… and deep!'
Their mouths locked, tongues searched and tasted, and she rubbed her undulant body against him, raising her loins to him to find the hardened rod of his prick… but he was holding himself poised above her, not ready yet to plumb the depths of her cuntal passage. There was one other thing he wanted!
His mouth left hers and moved down, hungrily, over her neck and shoulders, kissing and licking as he went. Then, he paid homage to the magnificent hemispheres of her satiny, alabaster-white breasts, their coral, spiked-out nipples sensitively vibrant as he sucked and nipped at them, which brought gasps of both pain and pleasure from her lips.
Then, his mouth moved down and away, and his body slithered downward over hers, his hands replacing his mouth on the tingling mounds of her sensate breasts, kneading and massaging, his strong-fingered digging into their soft resiliency bringing her a mass of delightfully erotic sensations.
… And, now… his lips were on her ribs, below her breasts… and moving… on down to the firmness of her flat belly, his tongue taunting and exploring the recess of her navel, briefly; then they were moving away, following the line of down on her abdomen, until they arrived at the almost jet-black triangle of pubic hair mounded there.
Sliding his hands underneath her smooth buttocks that undulated, lithely, against his palms, he lifted them up to him, his tongue darting out to explore the inner softness of her satiny tapered thighs.
Vivian's loins were, now, a seething whirlpool of rapturous expectation, as she anticipated the exquisite sensation of his tongue on and in her searing cunt. It was almost as though her cunt was the vortex of that whirlpool… and he was being drawn down into it…
Without warning, his tongue shot out, darting into her cuntal opening like a striking snake. Deep into the warm, liquid depths it went, sending a sharp, shivering spasm of uncontrolled ecstasy up through her spine. The electric sensations arced in her with the fury of lightning… savage and unconquered.
She moaned in ecstasy. 'Oh, Stan… darling! That feels wonderful… absolutely marvelous!'
Unceasingly, he licked and sucked at her, pressuring up through the sensate flesh of her furrow to find and draw up her clitoris into his mouth. It came to full, throbbing erection under his sensuously tantalizing tongue. Now, Vivian had to have him inside her. She wanted that huge cock of his drubbing deep into her cunt, turning her inside out… splitting her in two… destroying her with its titanic power. She wanted to be subdued and subjugated by it…! And, she wanted it now… with all her being! God! She had to have it… more than anything else in the world!
She pulled at his hair. Her eyes were closed. She was completely overpowered by the ecstasy coursing through her.
'Shove it in me!' she demanded. 'Ram that big cock of yours… into my fucking cunt and fuck me… with it! Fuck me! Oh, God. Fuck me to death with it!'
Nothing mattered but this moment… this moment of sex! She felt as if she were nothing but an unfilled cunt… a cunt that throbbed and ached for fulfillment. She was Cunt; he was Cock…! And there was only the lovely, swirling, exultantly exhilarating sensations of her vibrant, throbbing pussy, as it waited, impatiently, expectantly… for the entrance of his massively solid cock.
Stan's lean, muscular body squirmed up over her, wedging her thighs wide apart. She was moistly flowered open to him, more than ready for his plunging entrance. Then, as he poised there, above her, her eyes misted with the power of her emotion, and she begged, 'Oh… please… don't make me wait!'
Smoothly, then, he went into her, the great hardened shaft of his cock, with its bulbous, lust-inflated head, bursting into the resilient, moist cuntal portal, suddenly… shatteringly. It spread the elastic, coraline walls of her vagina, as it raced full speed ahead, plunging far up into the seat of her being, nudging past her cervix, painfully, to lodge hard against the back wall of her warm, needful cuntal passage to bring her the long-awaited pleasure-pain she wanted… and needed.
Harry Williams' wife screamed under him. It was a long, drawn-out scream of sensual rapture. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed with passion and her thighs quivered, as she received him to the fullest. His cock was thrust to the hilt in her. His pubic bone crashed into hers, and below, his sperm-laden balls smacked hard into the hairless crevice between the fully rounded orbs of her buttocks.
Then, he began to saw his cock in and out of her cunt, fucking her with feral energy, never stopping, always probing deeper and deeper, pinning her to the blanket, pressing her legs back farther and farther, his great, hardened prick screwing and fucking into her cunt like a monster reptile sent from the underworld to gorge itself on her flesh. He was like a man gone insane as he plundered her tender, clasping cunt.
Vivian pulled her thighs back until they mashed down hard against the tingling, swelling mounds of her breasts, exposing the festive table of her loins to the feeding monster of his foraging cock. Her hips were undulant, rising in counterpoint to his hard, thrusting cock; together, they composed a great symphony of sexual desire, its soaring central theme one of torrid sensuality as they moved closer to the smashing finale.
Vivian's loins were a blazing furnace, the searing flames blotting out all rational thought, except those of pleasure, and she was aware only of the jabbing, thrusting, coupling of cock and cunt, below, and the slapping of flesh on flesh, which sounded loud in the forest stillness. She heard, also, the liquid sounds of the viscous lubricants of her vaginal walls as he pistoned in and out of her pulsating cuntal sheath.
Acutely, she was aware of his hands that ran over her body, their warmth on her sensate skin like licking flames over a hearth-log and his lips were on her mouth, her throat… her swollen breasts, sucking, licking and biting, his teeth nibbling at the erect buds of her nipples, until tiny rivulets of blood sprang from them to flood his mouth with the salty flavor of it. Her passion soared with the masochistic pleasure; it heightened the overpowering ecstasy of her desire-filled cunt, as his body covered her, the hot friction of him deliciously swarming against her, his hard-muscled body straining to bury the Herculean length of his cock to the very hilt in her pulsatingly lustful cunt with every downward plundering, goring thrust.
… Then, they both heard it, distinctly, but at that moment, as they drove toward the rapture of sexual climax, they could not have stopped to find out what it was. It was the sound of thrashing brush, on the bank above them, as something — or someone — moved through the thick chaparral, rapidly, noisily. It could have been a frightened animal… a deer perhaps… or a horse that had wandered away from its corral… But, to the couple on the blanket, nothing mattered but the flaming passion that had caught them up in a boiling cauldron of molten steel, melding their flesh, blending them into one sensate being, aware only of the sensations of flaming rapture… of the imminent release for which they strove.
Stan Brewster filled her. He filled her… and fulfilled her, completely; it was almost as though his rampaging
