Lance it felt as though her deeper abdominal muscles had begun cupping, carrying his cock in deeper, deeper into the hot heart of her love-starved womb.
Kit's eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer rapture of the slow entry. She exalted with each new territory invaded. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, his cock was buried completely.. She could feel the bristles, of the short hair on his softly swaying balls tickling her sensitive asshole. She could feel the massive cock- head buried deep inside of her cunt, throbbing against her cervix. She could feel every fleshy, muscular little ridge of his cock pressing against her hotly quivering cunt walls.
Lance began to withdraw slowly, then thrust inward slowly again. He was moving in and out of her tightly clasping pussy, feeling her milking his prick with her inner muscles. God, he thought, he had never before in his life felt a cunt that fit so perfectly around his cock.
'Fuck me harder now, Lance… harder!' Kit suddenly cried.
'All right, baby. You want it harder, you'll get it harder!'
Abruptly, he reached down and locked his hands beneath his thighs and lifted them until her kneecaps were pressed tightly back against her tits.
'Here it comes, baby!'
He pulled the wetly glistening shaft out until only the head remained. locked between the clasping cunt-lips, them he slammed dawn, down, down… his long hard cock burrowing far deeper into her fuck-hole than any cock had ever been before.
'Aaaggggghhhh!' she screamed in sheer exaltation as his massive prick slammed against the tip of her cervix and went on beyond it deep into the center of her belly. God, his cock was in so deep that it seemed the tip was lodged midway between her navel and tits!
Her cunt felt stretched beyond repair, filled far beyond its capacity. And yet, even as she was thinking all this, she could feel her deeper inner muscles welcoming this invader.
Now, his mouth clamped wetly down over hers, Lance began a slow, fuck-motion between her thighs. Each new powerful thrust inward went to new and previously unexplored depths of her quivering pussy. The blunted head of his cock soon was master of it all, and with each jerking throb, it was a little cannon making tiny explosions which seared her soft, sensitive flesh. His motions soon widened the narrow, plaint passage, and every stroke, either in or not, brought a moan of sheer lust from her throat.
Lance, hearing her mewls, began pounding into her clutching hole with a fury he didn't realize existed. His hips bones crashed into the back of her thighs with each stroke, and his sperm-laden balls smacked into the trembling white smoothness of her upturned butt like a battering ram.
Her body was beginning to wantonly twist and writhe now, and her sounds became one long sustained mewl as she groaned into his mouth and worked her tongue deep into his throat. She was an animal, she knew she was an animal, and she loved being one. She was the portrait of pure wantonness, her face wrung with passion, nostrils flaring like sonic wild female mare being mounted by a stallion, neck tendons taut as cables, eyes hot and smoky with lust.
Lance slipped his hands down over her hips and slid them beneath the smooth rounded moons of her desperately thrashing buttocks. He cupped them harshly with each hand and began beading Terri like bread dough as he fucked his long hard cock in with ever greater frenzy.
Kit subconsciously flexed and unflexed her straining cunt muscles as his fingers dug deeply into the creamy, supple flesh of her ass. He jerked her harder up to his massive, driving prick, and she spread her nakedly trembling thighs even farther, inviting him to do that he willed as the, hot, moist hole of her cunt spread open in obscene welcome. He pounded into her snatch with a fury, then, without warning changed technique again and began making smooth, longer strokes that drew his cock nearly all the way out of her hotly clasping cunt before plunging forward again into her uplifted loins.
Suddenly Kit knew she was about to come. She fought against the orgasm; she didn't want to come… not yet. All this was too beautiful to end, to change. She tightened up all of her muscles, but that only intensified the hot, all-consuming vibrations that were beginning to reverberate like a gong deep in the pit of her stomach.
Lance felt the change in her body, felt the madden heating up of her wetly clasping omit, and knew she was rapidly approaching a climax. Beneath him, Kit had begun to chant, 'Oh… oh, ohhhhh,' with each breath. The knowledge that she was about to come made his own excitement build to a fever pitch; he wanted to come with her, at the same time. Quickening the rhythm of his pistoning thrusts, grinding deep and hard, boring persistently into the hidden recesses of her pussy, he gave her every inch of cock he had on every thrust.
Kit's senses were rapidly leaving her now. There was nothing left except that exquisite pressure building up in her loins. She was only vaguely aware of Lance's lips leaving her mouth to clamp hotly on her right lit, of the feel of his heavily swaying balls hammering at her ravaged whole, of his hands moving across her abdomen to add additional thrills to her erect little clitoris.
'Ohhhhh, Lance… Lance!' she wailed. 'Fuck harder! I'm coming! I'm commmiiinnnggg! '
She punched her nakedly writhing hips up, seeking one last ecstatic thrust before the dam inside of her broke.
His hotly throbbing cock was a huge battering ram slamming into her, and the vibrations from the blows made her tingle all over. This all had to be a dream… it was all too beautiful to be true. Then, gradually, the dam crumbled and the wave of ecstasy was flooding down over her.
'Ohhhhlll God!I'm…I'm commmiiinnnngh!'
She jerked upward once with superhuman strength, then fell back, wantonly convulsing on the uncovered couch. Her frantically quivering legs beat against the softness of the cushions, and her breath came in home rasping gasps as the violent, but exquisite, seizure rocked and racked her ripe young body.
She felt, momentarily, that she was one gigantic cunt… coming, coming, coming… that every part of her was part of it, and rejoicing. Even above her own pleasure, however, was the sudden knowledge that the beautifully pulsating cock that had carried her to this peak of glory was pumping hot, thick spurts of sperm far up into her quivering belly. His hot jizz mingled with her juice and they formed a pool of sexual bliss that shimmered and shone in the volcano of her cunt.
Her heart was pounding as though it were about to leap from her breast and a great exhaustion, almost to death itself swept over her. Her legs went limp, her hands fell to her side, and she felt her mind drifting away into sweet oblivion.
Suddenly, the glare of bright lights in the worn yanked Kit out of her reverie.
She looked up to see Claudia Adams standing in the doorway.
'Did you get it all?' Lance said, glancing at Claudia and then looking down at Kit, his face contorted with a hateful, leering grin.
'Every lustful frame of it,' Claudia said, matching Lance's hate-filled smile and holding up a reel of film. 'This should take care of our little 'would-be' star very nicely.'
'What… What are you talking about?' Kit stammered, her mind struggling to regain its balance. 'Lance, what is she doing here?'
'I'll tell you what I'm doing here,' Claudia interrupted, advancing towards Kit and waving the reel of film in front of her. 'I'm protecting my interests. I'm the biggest star in this country-if not the world-and I intend to stay the biggest. This little piece of film will help guarantee it.'
Her face was flushed, her eyes flashing with borderline insanity, as she spit out the words, inches from Kit's face.
'Let me tell you, little Miss Nobody, if you so much as set foot in a producer's office to audition for a part, I will make sure he gets a copy of this film, recording for all prosterity your actions tonight.'
She paused, a victorious laugh rippling from her throat.
'You may get an offer for a date… but you sure as hell won't get a part in a film!'
'What do you mean I'm fired!' Kit cried leaning across Otto Klinger's desk, her eyes fighting back tears of frustration and anger.
'Oh, get off it, Kit. I told you the facts of life during our little 'lesson', remember?' KIinger leaned back in his chair and looked directly at her. 'I told you then that Claudia Adams ran the, show around this town. She can do anything she wants, to anyone she wants. And she wants you fired.'
'But it's not fair!' Kit exclaimed. 'Lance Westwood was on that film, too, and I don't see anybody firing him!'
