She wrapped her legs around Lloyd's ass and clung to his arms with her hands. She licked his lips and tongue, nipping at him. Her body was alive, every inch of it, alive and vibrating to every lunge that the man made.
Raking him with her nails, she climaxed. To her delight, he, too, began to cum, and the feel of his bursting cock, the thick spray of jizz, made her love it all the more.
For a few moments, they lurched and groaned, drawing out their separate orgasms and enjoying what they had done to each other. Then they became still, their shared kiss now a lingering reminder of their thrilling interlude. While their tongues played against each other, the man's cock returned to its limp state, slipping from her cunthole of its own accord.
'Damn, you can fuck good!' Lloyd murmured. 'You might be stuck here a couple of days, due to the weather. Think you'd like my cock in you again while you're here?'
She caught his face between her hands, looking at his charming freckles as she tried to regain her normal breathing pattern. His suggestion appealed to her more than she could express.
'You can fuck me anytime you want to,' she promised softly. 'Uh, but you and Alan should get together about who'll be with me when. He said he'd come back later, for more.' She smiled. 'You're almost too cute to be handsome, lover. But your cock is sure how it's supposed to be. Hard and satisfying.'
Chuckling, he moved to lie beside her. He lightly stroked her nipples, making them swell. In response, she turned to face him and took his shriveled prick in her hand.
'Great,' he grunted. 'I will talk to Alan.' He grinned brightly. 'So you think I'm cute, huh?'
'Hey, there's nothing wrong with being cute,' she told him. 'Especially not when there's a cock like this that goes with it. In fact, your kind of cute arouses me. As does Alan's kind of handsome. The main thing is, you both know how to make a girl feel good.' She winced. 'Lloyd? If you hadn't thought I would let you fuck me, would I have looked attractive to you? Even a little?'
'Shit, yeah,' he replied, smiling.
'Really?' she questioned in amazement. 'You mean, you don't find a girl, well, repugnant if she doesn't want to fuck you?'
'Are you saying that if Alan and I hadn't…'
'No, of course not,' she cut in, anticipating his argument. 'My pussy got tingly, just looking at you two. I just thought it was different for a man. It seems to be that way for my husband, and I let him screw me whenever he wants to. I just thought – I don't know. That maybe I'm not pretty enough.'
'Don't be silly, Cynthia,' Lloyd stated strongly. 'You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. As for your husband, he must be stupid if he doesn't enjoy fucking you. Any guy who didn't want to fill your cunt with cockmeat would have to be nuts. Or else there's something going on between you and your husband that maybe you haven't seen yet.'
She rolled onto her back again, thinking about that. But the man's fingers probed into her cunt, frigging her gently, distracting her. Her hips began to wiggle.
'Well, he does seem to prefer other women,' she muttered.
'In that case, he's a bastard,' Lloyd said. 'Do you love him?'
'Yes,' she whispered.
'Have you told him?' he asked. 'Showed him?'
She bit her lip, shrugged. 'I don't know how. Not really. I was a virgin when I got married. Robert seemed happy about that, but soon he lost interest.'
'Oh,' he sighed, frowning. 'Tell me something, honey. Does he ever make you cum?'
Blushing, she said, 'Sometimes. Not the way you and Alan did, though. It's more accidental with Robert. He doesn't do anything to, uh, get me hot.'
When he took his fingers from her cunt, she pouted but didn't say anything. She felt she had already said too much. What would she do if her complaints made the redhead decide he didn't want to fuck her again?
'Don't worry, babe,' he soothed. 'I'll help you out. One way or another.'
His willingness to come to her aid puzzled her. She stared at him in confusion as he got off the bed and began to dress.
'How can you help?' she finally asked. 'It seems so hopeless.'
'By the time you leave here, honey, you'll have all the ammunition you need to straighten your husband out,' he promised. 'And we'll both enjoy the lessons.'
With a wink, he squeezed hr hand, and left.
CHAPTER THREE
Cynthia came awake slowly, feeling herself being kissed and fondled. Masculine hands were rubbing her tits, helping her desires to rise. Without opening her eyes, not caring if it was Alan or Lloyd who was with her, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him feverishly, ready for whatever thrills he had in store for her.
Fingers slid into her cunt, and she spread her legs to give them room to work their magic. In seconds, the juice from her cunt was flowing, slicking down the searching fingers that were delighting her so well. She flexed her asscheeks, fucking at the man's hand. She wanted him.
'Fuck me!' she panted. 'I have to have your cock in my cunt! Oh, please, fuck me!'
To her relief, the man got into place over her writhing body. She felt his cockhead probing for her pussyhole, then begin to spread her wide open.
But something was wrong. The prick going up her cunt felt huge, almost splitting. She froze in awe, then began to struggle to avoid the massive object.
'What are you doing?' she cried in panic. 'What are you trying to put in me?'
'My prick,' the man said.
Only it wasn't Alan's voice. Or Lloyd's. Her eyes sprang open as she realized a stranger was with her, that an unknown man was putting his cock into her juicing cunthole. In the dim light from a nearby lamp, she could see him fairly well. He had sandy blond hair and dark eyes. And a huge prick.
'You're – Perry, aren't you?' she whispered in shock.
'Yeah, baby,' he replied soothingly. 'I heard my cousins talking about your problem with your husband, so I volunteered to help out. They said you like to fuck, and we thought that my cock might suit you fine.'
When he pushed his cock a bit deeper, she tensed and shrieked, shuddering under the terrific pressure in her cunthole.
'But you're too big!' she managed to scream. 'You'll rip me with that club! Please take it out!'
'And let you miss the best fuck you'll ever have?' He snorted and shook his head. 'No, babe. You're gonna get fucked. Just like you asked.'
His mouth closed over hers, sealing off her protest. Now she became more frightened. He was strong, purposeful, pushing his monstrous prick deeper into her quaking cunt with each passing second. He wouldn't quit until he had his fill of her tight pussy, no matter what the fucking might do to her.
Knowing she was trapped, the girl lay tensed, trembling. The man fucking her was moving his cock slowly, inching it up her cunthole despite her efforts to stop him. He wasn't listening to her plaintive whining, wasn't concerned about her struggling. He just kept forcing his cock deeper, deeper, gradually stretching her snug fuckhole as his prick burrowed farther in.
She couldn't believe the size of his prick, how any cock could be so gigantic, or could burrow into her so far. Just when she thought he would kill her with his monster cock, he began to pull back. Just as slowly and carefully as he had pushed it into her. Then he forced it in again. Then he drew it out again. Never ramming her. Not showing her how powerfully he could fuck her. Just taking his time to let her adjust to his mighty prick.
At last, Cynthia began to relax. She quit whimpering and pushing at Perry. She let her cuntal muscles go slack, to give the invading prick more room. Cautiously, she moved under him, rolling her hips, testing to see whether he would really hurt her if he fucked her harder.
He broke the kiss, looking down at her with a knowing grin. Now that she was less fearful of him, she could see that he was as handsome as his cousins.
