rising by the second.
Terri bucked back and forth, almost dislodging his cock, but he leaned all his weight onto her body, feeling her tits crush up against his hairy chest, her nipples taut, almost unbearably sensitive.
Suddenly, Cliff pulled his cock completely out of her cunt.
'Roll over,' he rasped, his voice full of lust.
Without questioning, Terri did as he asked. Then she knew what he was going to do. She had never been fucked in the ass before, but she wanted it, wanted to experience a new sex sensation.
She bent slowly forward on her, hands and knees until her full, ripe tits were swaying beneath her. Her palms were planted firmly on the blanket, digging into the sand.
Cliff stand at the voluptuous bulges of her ass-cheeks for just a second before reaching out and grasping them firmly. He parted the soft globes and eased closer and closer with his big, red-headed cock. It glistened with the slick coating she had given it. Her bung tightened visibly in the deep crease between the cheeks he split apart.
His prick slid between her parted cheeks and nudged her asshole. She moaned and trembled and sighed. And held herself steady, waiting.
He pushed. She groaned and tensed her arms, holding herself ready.
She felt it then, coming and coming, pushing and pushing, until the big hot knob was slowly opening her shitter. It felt sharp, rather than all smooth and round. She gasped and clutched the blanket. Concentrating with every nerve and sinew of her body on relaxing, on being loose, on her desire to let his cock in, to help it in, to suck up his hard thick tool until it was buried deep in her ass.
Her mouth dropped open. The great pole was drilling steadily in, pulsing and throbbing and stirring her bowels. Her beautiful butt was high in the air, thrust enticingly up to receive his incoming meat.
He pushed. His fingers made little depressions in the magnificent ovals of flesh he held parted around the relentless shaft he shoved into her tiny asshole. He went in slowly, watching his progress, enjoying the sight of his prick as it got shorter and shorter. More and more of it disappeared into her butt.
Then her head snapped up and she emitted a grunting squeal, feeling his
thick cock dip deeper into her ass, and deeper. Her nostrils quivered. Her dangling tits swung and bounced. They were thick and heavy, nakedly swinging beneath her and brushing the rough blanket with their distended tips.
The feel of that big prick oozing up her asshole brought deep warmth to her stoppered, longing cunt, until the hanging lips drooled. His hands held the globes of her ass firmly, keeping them well parted and open.
His cock sank steadily, with agonizing, titillating maddening slowness, into slippery warmth. Grinding in, inflexible and huge and dominating. Total master, for that moment, of her ass, of her body, of her mind.
His cock was in. His hairy crotch was jammed against her buns. His hard cock-meat had vanished, all the way to the balls, into her tightly clinging asshole. He held it there. Huge and hot inside her, his cock was up her asshole. And he bent forward to reach around her.
She felt his hands on her lower belly, felt his fingers groping over her cunt-lips and then trying to push into her steaming cunt. She groaned. Balancing on one forearm, she reached back under herself to touch his balls. She stroked and cupped them. Then her fingers contacted the base of his hard-on, speared in her butthole. And now he began to move, slipping his dick in and out of her hot, wet, crowded shitter.
She clung to the base of his prick, but had to release it to maintain her balance on the shifting sand. He was pulling far back and ramming in again, deeply up her asshole, in drives so fierce she was almost knocked over.
She accepted his drives, recovered from them gasping, and ground her body back against his, writhing in surging passion as his cock swooped steadily in and out of her tight bung. She squealed and bucked madly, jerking and shuddering in delight. She knew her cunt was creaming and flowing even as her ass-tunnel loosened around his prick. But she felt every long inch of it as his rod pumped in and out of the tightness of her grasping ass.
Her belly strained and tightened. Her asshole was being treated like a pussy, flicked like a tight cunt, just as hard and deep. And it was willing, loose, open, swallowing his cock-shaft every time it jammed in and pulled out. The rock-hard length of him rammed in and out of her shitter, tunneling with increasing ease into the hot, humid, hole.
She fucked back just as strongly. Groaning and gasping. Pushing all her weight back against his impaling rod.
Then they were both there. Screaming and writhing through their mutual come, jism and cunt-juice mixed together to form rivers in Terri's pussy hair and drip in streams onto the blanket beneath them.
Terri closed her eyes and let her orgasm run its course. One spasm followed another and soon she felt as though she had blacked out. The sweat was pouring off her lovely body and she could hardly remember how it has all happened. Cliff's cock continued to spew hot, molten cum with all the force of a water cannon. It seemed that he would never stop coming, that there was an endless supply of hot salty fizz locked up in his balls, clamoring for total release.
But then, just a few seconds later, she felt his incredible lust begin to wane, and he fell breathless and totally spent onto her satiated form.
'Now that's what I call a fuck,' he gasped.
'I have to hand it to you, Reynolds, you have great taste in women.' George Steinburg was freshening their drinks again, and eyeing the naked bodies of Kit and Sandra on the sun deck. 'That Kit is quite a looker.'
'Thank you, sir. I quite agree with you,' Michael replied, following his gaze.
'Can she act?' George asked.
Michael paused, looking at him over the rim of his glass. 'Does it matter?' he replied.
George looked sharply at him for minute, then a wide grin creased his face. 'You know me too damn well,' he laughed. George Steinburg had a reputation in the industry of choosing leading ladies who were long on tits and short on talent. 'Is there anything serious between you two?'
'I'm having fling with her, but I'm getting a little worried,' Michael answered nervously. 'She's beginning to show those signs of ownership… little sidelong hints about our 'future'.'
'Guess you're just irresistible,' George cracked. 'One taste of that big dick of yours and they hear wedding bells.'
Michael stared angrily at his friend and then laughed. It was good to have George around. The older man had shown Michael the ropes when he had first come to Hollywood, and the two of them had become fast friends. Even now he was being the voice of common sense. Still, Michael was concerned about Kit's obvious feelings for him, and had no idea what to do about it.
'I almost feel like I'd want her to fuck somebody else,' he continued. 'just to get her off my hands. I like her all right, but I'm far from being ready to settle down to one chick.'
'Well, if I can be of any service, just ring,' George answered. 'I wouldn't mind trying her on for size.'
'You're welcome to try,' Michael answered.
'It might work out pretty good for both of us,' George said, warming to his subject. 'I know you swing with Sandra. What would you say to a little… foursome?'
Michael stared at his friend directly, a broad smile across his tanned face. 'Now you're talking!'
'Let's try it,' George said. 'I mean, we'll get the girls in my stateroom, have a few more drinks. Maybe Sandra will have some grass left… she always seems to have a supply stashed somewhere. Anything could happen.
They planned their strategy. George would invite Sandra to come to his stateroom for a drink before dinner, and then Michael and Kit would walk in, as if unexpected. They would be invited for a drink and then they would see what developed.
Thirty minutes later, with Kit on his arm, Michael rapped on the door to George's stateroom and quickly entered. George and Sandra were sitting on the bed, their drinks almost untouched on the bedside table. They were still dressed, but it looked like they were none too happy at being interrupted.
'Well, come on in,' George said, taking his arm off Sandra's body. '1 wasn't exactly expecting you, but as long as you're here, we might a well have a drink together.'
'Sorry for the interruption,' Michael lied. 'We were planning on going to a great little restaurant in Avalon for
