“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” Ken growled.
“Then ass-fuck me!” she cried, rolling back onto the bed and lifting her splayed hips high.
He stared down at her asshole. It looked as big as her cunt, maybe bigger. He would rather come in her mouth but, to Ken, fucking was fucking.
“Come! Fuck me with that cock of yours! Ram it into my ass, hard, as hard as you can! Fuck me, Ken!” Nancy cried.
His puffy prick bounced in front of him, the head angry and red, his heavy balls sagging beneath him. The rigid curve was aimed at her widely spread legs. Her asshole gaped open, the quivering membranes wafting an invitation to him. Nancy, her head raised, eyes closed into slits, arms outstretched, pleaded with him to hurry.
The bed shifted noisily as Ken lowered his immense bulk quickly onto it. He mounted between her legs, lifting her ankles around his neck. Moving forward, he reached down and guided his cock to her bubbling rear hole. She gasped as she felt his huge cock begin to penetrate her.
“Now… NOW!” she cried. “All of it. Pound my asshole!”
He lunged and every inch of the long nine inches Ken possessed rammed into her.
She lifted her ass willingly and felt him thrust forward again. Half his long shaft sank into her tight depths and she moaned with joy. He pulled back, making a sucking sound as his big cock moved around in her hot channel, then rammed forward again. This time almost the entire prick speared its way into her.
Tightening, Nancy held Ken close and forced herself not to cry out. She knew that once she became used to having sucked a huge cock in her ass, it wouldn’t be uncomfortable. But in the beginning it was always difficult. Ken backed out again.
Nancy’s legs were high, with her knees around his head so her asshole was pointed practically straight up toward his plunging rod. Ken had driven into her in a push-up fashion. He ground his hips in a circular motion as he drove in and out of her cock-milking asshole.
Each lunge was harder than the last, until Ken was fucking her exactly as he would any other woman.
And Nancy loved it, just like any other woman. She would tense, moan, and shove herself at him, making her bung-hole contract around his cock and milk it with glee.
“Talk to me, Ken,” she gasped.
“Huh… wha… what,” Ken panted, lost in a mind-boggling swirl of sexual intensity.
“Tell me… tell me,” she gasped, “what a woman I am!”
“Yes, yes, you’re a woman!”
“Talk to me! Tell me how it feels to you. Does your cock feel good? Can you feel me milking your cock? Talk to me, Ken, while you make me come! Fuck me, Ken! Fuck me real hard and deep!”
Ken continued his even pace, grinning down at her. His face was damp with perspiration and his breathing was difficult. Grinding his hips into her as he rammed forward, he spoke to her.
“It feels good, Nancy,” he panted. “Damn, you got the greatest ass in the world! Yeah. Yeah, I can feel you milking me. It’s almost like you were sucking me. Jesus, but I want to come in your asshole! You got a real sweet one! It’s so tight! I love to put my pole in it!”
He was at a peak of sexual excitement, and then he came, filling her asshole with searing cum before collapsing in exhaustion.
Milt looked over at Ken, smiling, and Ken knew he had won the contract.
Once it was established that Lisa was positive about her actions and was determined to leave Ken, Connie asked her what she intended to do, what she wanted for the rest of her life.
“I want the two of you. I want to love both of you and fuck you forever,” Lisa replied. “I want all the fun out of sex I used to have before I married Ken. I want crazy sex games. Oh, Connie… Ben, I want everything!”
Connie looked at the man beside her and smiled. “Think you can handle that, honey?”
Ben smiled and replied, “Did you ever see a time I couldn’t, baby?” Then he grasped his cock and pointed it at Lisa. “Come and get it, honey.”
With hair flying and big tits bouncing, Lisa jumped into the bed between them, giggling.
“Ummmm, nice cock… big beautiful prick,” she crooned, sliding her hand over the domed head of his meat and curling her fingers around the staff. It was already two-thirds erect. Her pawing hand, pistoning up and down, took care of the other third.
Lisa continued to pound Ben’s meat with her hand as she kissed Connie, who now squatted on his other side. Connie returned her kiss, giving her a mouthful of tongue.
Connie’s hands gripped her head, bringing it to her body. Lisa shuddered as she rubbed Ben’s enormous tool between her own tits while she licked Connie’s heaving globes. Over and around the woman’s tits went Lisa’s hot tongue. They were sleek and shiny with the sweat from her and Ben’s recent sexual exertions. Lisa lapped the perspiration from Connie’s tits and belly as if it were milk and she were a starving kitten.
Lisa was slurping down Connie’s belly and into her navel. Then she shifted her attack to Ben’s cock and balls. Me reached down and grasped two handfuls of jet black hair, one on either side of her face. He pulled. Her head came up a lithe and her eyes looked questioningly at him.
“Open.”
She smiled, then made an oval of her lips. He pulled at her hair and pushed with his pelvis and watched his cock run into her face. He felt teeth, and winced. She opened wider. Then he lunged, gagging her by bouncing his blood-gorged glans off the back of her throat.
She coughed and swallowed repeatedly when he backed his enormous prick out of her mouth. Then she looked adoringly up at him, the length of his body.
“What next, darling?”
“You really like games… all kinds of games?” he asked, his eyes darting from Lisa to Connie and back again.
“That’s what I’m here for,” Lisa answered.
“Stand up.”
“But…”
“You asked what next. I said stand up.”
Lisa stood, her tits dancing and flopping and swinging back and forth. She looked down at him. He drew up his legs, then slid them between her feet.
“Open up.”
Lisa widened her legs. He moved his apart and told her again. She planted her feet farther apart and he propped them there with his.
“Open up,” he said again.
“Oh, darling… I’ll fall!”
“Open it up with your hands, then. I can’t see a damn thing but cunt hair.”
Lisa smiled a little and instantly her breasts slapped and bulged together again as she swung both hands in to her black bush. Palms in, she placed her fingertips in the center of her glossy black cunt-fur. With a sexy little half-smile on her face, she stared at him and started opening herself up.
Ben lay there, looking up to watch the pink crease appear. It widened. Slick-looking pink lips. She opened herself wider with a little sigh. He saw the inner lips, darker, ragged, and she pulled a little more and they popped wetly apart to let him see the small dark hole between them, like a tunnel into darkness framed by her cuntal flesh.
“Keep it open,” he told her, “while you run a finger in.”
She did exactly that, and her belly jumped as her finger slid in and up to her snatch.
Ben put his feet together. “Be careful now,” he said. “And squat.”
She moved her legs together, just a little. Then she bent her knees. She leaned a little forward to balance herself as she came down.
“Stop. Hold your pussy open with both hands.”
“Ohhhhhhhh, God,” she sighed in a tiny, throaty voice. “I love it!” She propped her cunt open with both hands, again showing him both sets of lips and the dark hole into her womb. Then she came down. Into a crouch, legs apart and knees bent and thighs and calves bulging as their backs came together.
“Forward just a little, Lisa,” Ben told her, and she did, big dark-tipped breasts joggling, and then she grunted. Her hands were holding her cunt lips wide open. The stretched lips slid down over his toes. He didn’t move his foot.
