between the globoid cheeks of her soft buttocks.
He dropped still lower, his thumbs on either side of her straining backside and spread her hillocks until the corded muscles of her inner thighs slowly relaxed, bit by bit. Diane had geared her mind for brutality, pain and humiliation. But this was soft and pleasant and wonderful, and she found that she enjoyed this man's touch, as different as it was from Marc's or Roger's ministrations, and the caressing of her inner thighs and buttocks and his lapping tongue at the door of her bowels made her sigh with sudden perverted wantonness.
Randall crouched until his face was in line with the blood-engorged folds of her vagina. As he watched, the red lips throbbed once and parted of their own volition and he could see the moistness which was forming on the smooth white sides of her inner thighs. Diane teasingly eased her rear farther back to him and spread her legs to open her private parts to his salacious view.
He moved forward, his face but an inch from the soft pubic hair which was like a beard around the mouth of her now slippery cunt and the odor in his nostrils was one of sweetness that drifted up from her flowering cavern. He breathed hard and blew softly into her. She groaned and squirmed, the pink, smooth flesh glistening from her secretions. The lessening of her fear had been like a release of some great weight upon her mind, and she sighed, letting Randall's feather-like touch work her into a sexual frenzy. She felt the rising howl of passion building deep in her belly, in her very soul.
Then there was a hot, exciting rush of air as he blew between her spreading globes again. Reflexively she clenched her thighs together, but then her buttocks relaxed as a feeling of great enrapturement overtook her. Her behind had never felt so open, so naked, so wet before, and there were a thousand small furry animals caressing her sensitive flesh, running over her naked body gently. She floated on a fleece-covered cloud whose very warmth belied the presence of danger.
Randall grinned obscenely into the wide crevice of this young helpless wife's beauteous ass, and the cheeks quivered in front of his lust-twisted face. He bent forward, prying her wider with his thumbs until she was unprotected and stationary before him. Then, with one quick movement, he thrust his tongue forward, deep into the warm fleshy lips of her vagina. He heard her gasp from the sudden entry and then with a smothering sigh, she leaned back into him, her cunt passage contracting and spasming around the long smoothness of his tongue. Her breath exploded from her mouth and she gave small gasps and mewling grunts as he began to orally fuck her, flicking and swirling his tongue crazily around inside her. She swayed around his face, his nose embedded deep, deep within the passion-drenched folds of her pulsating young pussy.
Randall worked behind the kneeling Diane, slavering and plunging with his tongue, making wet, sluicing noises with each thrust. Her cries turned to one long moan, and he pushed his face tighter against her expanding crotch and began to suck and tease it gleefully with his teeth like a greedy, untamed beast.
'Oooooo-hhhhhhhh!' she crooned, her body and mind lost to the completely uncontrolled sensations of his sucking, and her cunt flowed and saliva and vaginal lubrication juices mingled and trickled down her legs. Randall could sense her impending cum by the wild, abandoned tempo of her thrashing buttocks, and he knew that it was time to ram his seething cock into the innocent softness of her rectum. He wanted to have her climax with his long thick prick inside her belly, and he wanted to explode his cum into her bowels to the rhythm of her own fulfillment.
He slithered to his knees, aching with anticipation, working his hips into the glistening wetness of her loins, pressing himself tightly to the open crack of her ass. He held his palpitating cock tightly between his fingers, its angry blood-red head poised mercilessly before the tight elastic opening of her anus. He taunted her until her whimpers drifted back to him, running the head insinuatingly around the tiny puckered opening. Then he introduced the massive head into her saliva-coated channel, constantly pressuring until its entire length was submerged by slow, tormenting inches into the depths of her bowels.
Randall slowly withdrew his prick and then wormed his way back in, his invading monster ripping away at her entrails. He could feel his foreskin being peeled back, and he looked down with crazy delight at her pink-ribbed hole as it puckered around his massive cock. And he gave a quick, hip-thrusting stab.
'Aaaaagggggghhh!' she suddenly screamed, trying to pull away. 'It hurts! God, nooooooo! Pleeeez!'
Randall grinned excitedly, held her tight in a bear hug and rammed his monstrous cock deeper, harder.
'Push back!' he commanded.
'No, no, it's too big!' Her whole body was racked with agony at his sudden onslaught, and her anal passage felt like some excavated tunnel basted with huge supports. His vicious penis surged further, solid and painful, until she had absorbed all of him, until there was no more.
'Oh, ohhh, ohhhhh!' she groaned, but pushed back she did. Randall began to saw mercilessly, crooning with delight. Diane dug her nails into her palm as the pain eased, and she felt strangely wet and open back between her buttocks. Abruptly she began to feel a masochistic mixture of pain and joy. She realized she was beginning to respond, to heave backwards to meet his forward thrusts, and she undulated her body and moved her mooned buttocks in tiny circles. 'Oh yes, oh yesssss!' she hissed. 'Fuck my ass, fuck my ass!'
He gouged deeper, the pressure on his cock tight and exhilarating, promising to draw his hot sperm from his balls like a monstrous vacuuming hose.
Diane reached behind her and stroked his swinging balls as they slapped against her hair covered cunt lips. She found enjoyment in the touch of his wrinkled sac and began to work her thumb against her own clitoris as she caressed him, moving in time to his buried penis. Her complexion was flushed, and her teeth were bared back with the tantalizing explosions in her rectal passage. Her long hair was strewn over the settee like a mad woman's. Dear God! She was hopelessly, marvelously, madly impaled!
'You want to fuck me?' Isabel Ziniwall asked.
'Yes, God, I want to!' Roger answered, the lewd words of the woman exciting him more.
'Then tell me,' she breathed.
'I want to fuck you!'
'Oh God,' she moaned. 'Fuck me deep and hard, lover man!'
He rose from the pool-side deck chair, where he had gone with Isabel after leaving Cindy and Dr. Hilton, and stood over her, his cock standing in naked erection in front of him. She looked up from her sitting position on the patio and smiled lewdly. 'I'm going to like that inside me, twisting in my cunt.' She raised a searching hand and stroked his blood-soaked shaft. 'Oh, God, how I want you to fuck me!'
He lay down beside her, dragging her over to him, then he cupped her buttocks with his hands, massaging and kneading the soft flesh, the warm hole of enchantment buried between her legs. She was beautifully shaped, her legs and thighs long and sinewy, and her body was warm and provocative against him. She raised her face and locked their mouths together as she reached down between them for his hard penis. Her odor was maddening, a perfume he was not familiar with but which reminded him dimly of roses. Her lips were gentle but urgent, a rubbery softness which sent chills racing along his spine. The firm surface of her teeth yielded to his exploring tongue.
Suddenly she ground her pelvis tightly to him and pulled him over on top of her, spreading her thighs and raising her legs in order to take his lust-stiffened cock inside her. She arched off the patio and pulled her vaginal lips back with her fingertips so that her slit lay nakedly exposed to his throbbing cock. She began to slide up and down the length of him, her soft silky hair parting for the pulsating head, and then she lurched upwards with a sudden cruel thrust which impaled her agonizingly on his great instrument.
'Oooooh!' she moaned beneath him. 'Fuck me, fuck me!'
He felt the warm sheath of her hot cunt slip wetly along his sensitive shaft, and his cock raced to her full depths, battering against her cervix, her lubrication making wet slurping sounds which intensified his lust. His balls slapped hard against the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
Isabel screamed a low, throaty, animal-like cry, pushing and shoving harder against his groin. He reached under her and between her buttocks while he drove his rampaging cock into her pliant cunt, and stretched the crevice of her ass, searching with his fingertip for her anus. A river of warm fluids ran down her thighs and buttocks and moistened the tiny ring, lubricating it as he probed for a moment with his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give, and then his finger slid in with a soft plopping sound. She jumped forward on his sawing cock, almost slithering backward on her spine.
'Aaaaaaggggg!' she yelled. 'It hurts, it hurts! But I want more! More!' She screwed her buttocks back on his finger. 'I want it, I want all of you!'
Roger felt the thin wall of flesh which separated the underside of his cock from his skewering finger. He
