"No more, Charlie, please, no more!" begged Candy. She was aching from the number of times they had fucked. Never in her young life had she thought that this would happen.
She was more than satisfied sexually. The man was a maniac in bed – and he was exactly what she had been looking for. No one-timer like Stan. He managed to get it up again and again. "To hell with that, lady. I'm still horny. See?"
He pulled back the sheet to show his boner. His cock was quivering slowly erect. She simply stared at it.
"I don't understand. Most men…"
"Most men don't have you as inspiration," he declared. "Seeing that lovely, trim, naked body of yours is enough to give a statue a hard-on. How can any guy possibly see you, blonde and naked and lovely, and not want to fuck?"
"But seven times?"
"Seven times or a million, what's the difference? I'm still horny and I want to fuck you again."
His hand drifted to her snatch. She groaned as the familiar surges of desire raced into her belly. His fingers probed and sought out all the right places. She hadn't believed it possible that she could want more. He had fucked her in every room of the house. When he had bent her over the range in the kitchen, turned on the burners just inches away from her tits and then fucked her from behind, she thought he was some sort of sadistic beast.
The more they had fucked in that position, the more turned on she got. The idea of being so near to danger made her juices flow. She had come as hard as she ever had. The orgasm had been stupendous and had rattled her teeth – and left her begging for more.
Charlie was the man to give it to her. She doubted his reasoning about her being so damned beautiful that any man couldn't resist. Candy knew that Stan was more than willing to fuck once and that was it. He was dead for the night. He was content to simply roll over and go to sleep.
Not Charlie. His finger diddled across her clit and stirred it back into a full erection. Tiny electrical jolts of stark pleasure blasted into her cunt. She felt the sluggish juices begin to flow again. It didn't take more than a minute for her cunt to overflow from the flood of cunt oil.
"Ummm, ohhh!" she moaned. "Oh, please, Charlie! Don't fuck me again. I mean it, dammit! I'm sore!"
"You never complained before. But then you never freely allowed me to fuck you this many times before. I really like the change in you. You're willing to go along with a lot more stuff now."
"Yes, yes," she sighed, wondering if she should tell him she wasn't the woman he married. Candy decided this wasn't the time or place. His finger penetrated her puffy cunt lips and soared all the way up into her cunt.
His agile finger began stroking along her velvet hung pussy walls. The feel of his surging finger made her catch her breath. Her passions were building up, but she hadn't been playing hard to get when she said she didn't think she could take his prick in her cunt again. She was sore from the fucking. Never had she taken a man's prick so many times.
Her mind drifted. She tried to figure out how much cock she had gotten that night. He was about eight inches long and he would give her fully a hundred or more strokes before coming. Eight hundred inches of cock. But he had screwed her seven times already. Fifty-six hundred inches of demanding, hard-fucking cock.
"Five hundred feet!" she cried out, finally coming up with the right number.
"What?" he said dreamily.
Charlie's attention was fixed firmly on the blonde-furred triangle of her pussy mound. His palm pressed firmly into it, crushing her pubic bone down hard against his finger. This wasn't as good as having a cock in her dripping cunt, but it still turned her on.
"Never mind," she said.
At least five hundred feet of cock she had gotten tonight alone. If she stayed in this man's bed, she would have miles and miles of hard-driving cock by the end of a year!
"Then let's cut out the talk and get it on."
He rolled on top of her, his muscled chest crushing her tits flat. She tried to struggle and evade him. It did no good. She felt his prick pressing hotly into the side of her leg. His mouth sought out hers and his tongue forced open her lips. She felt herself slowly yielding to his demands.
After all, she wanted what he wanted, too! His tongue stroked along the rough, pink edge of hers. Not content with this, he began to suck her tongue into his mouth. She eagerly allowed her tongue to invade his mouth. Instantly she was trapped. His teeth fastened on the tip of her tongue and his sucking made sure she wasn't going to move easily.
He teased and tormented the tip of her tongue with his. She forgot all about how sore she was between her legs. Let him fuck her up the pussy again. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the easing of her intense sexual needs.
He released her tongue and moved along the line of her jaw. She breathed heavily now. Her earlobes were especially sensitive. He seemed to know this. His teeth bit gently into one. He began sucking on it, toying with his tongue. When he began fucking her ear with his cock-hard tongue, she came.
The climax was almost painful for her. No longer was it simply a release. She felt her tired body protesting even as the intense sensations ripped through her mind. The woman could hardly breathe. She felt her tits rising and falling heavily, jiggling and dancing on her chest. She wished this would end so she could get some sleep. Candy began to understand why her twin sister was so uptight over Charlie's sexual needs.
But she could match him. She wasn't going to allow any man to wear her out. His insatiable appetites had to come from the fact that Mandy was such a prude. Candy couldn't believe that her sister would allow Charlie to fuck her all night long like this. Maybe once or twice and that would be it.
"Your cock!" she called out. "It-it's still hard!"
"Of course it is, sweetie. I want to stuff it all the way up your fuck tunnel, too. I know you're wet and ready for me."
"No, I'm not kidding, Charlie. You'll hurt me!"
"Hmnmm, guess you might be a little sore. Been a long time since we fucked like this. Too long, in fact. How about me fucking your tits?"
"What?"
The woman didn't know if she had heard him right or not. The blood hammered in her ears and drowned out much of what he said. She was still aroused, but found it increasingly difficult to handle her own emotions.
"You know, fuck your little titties. Well, not so little. Let me get them ready."
He licked around the rim of her ear. She melted then and there. Her ears were so sensitive she could get off on a man's tonguing them. As he traced along the hollow of her ear and went toward her throat, she came again. The skin along her shoulders and neck was throbbing with desire. She got off easily whenever a man used the right techniques.
Charlie was doing everything just right.
She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn't. Not as long as he managed to keep her passions at a fever pitch. She was constantly on the brink of coming. Never in her life had she found a man who could do it like Charlie was doing it to her. Every single more was calculated to turn her on just a little bit more. She would have thought he was some sort of monster except that he thought so much about her needs.
He licked from the hollow of her throat down to the deep canyon between her tits. The huge mounds of titflesh danced a merry jig as she sucked in deep breath after breath. Outlining the base of her left boob with his tongue, he finished up and circled around the other knocker. His rough tongue sent tremors earthquaking into the blonde's chest.
She came harder than before. Candy tried to control her runaway emotions and couldn't. She hated herself for being so weak. This man was playing with her. He was trying to get off on every little thing he did. She wanted to make it more difficult for him and couldn't do it. She was coming hard.
"Ummm, oh, ohhh! Goddamn, Charlie, how do you do these things to me? I never found a man who could turn me on this way!"
"So how many other men have you jumped into the sack with?" he demanded, his tongue laying her trembling flesh. "You were a virgin on our wedding night. God knows, you wouldn't come across before we were married."
Candy felt a cold shiver pass through her. She had always wondered if her twin had been a virgin on her wedding day. Now she knew the truth. But she was supposed to be Mandy. And she had just committed a major mistake.
"You… you seem like so many men, Charlie," she stammered. "It's like going to bed with the whole Goddamn Army!"
"You sure have changed. And it's been fast. What's got into you, Mandy?"
"Nothing, dammit!" she flared.
Her auger masked her fright. She didn't want to tell Charlie about how she and Mandy had swapped husbands. Candy didn't think either of the men would understand. She wasn't even sure she understood why she had agreed to it.
She had certainly come out the winner, she was sure. Her dud of a sister was stuck with her dud of a husband. And Charlie was the best she'd ever found in bed. Candy wasn't any virgin when she'd gotten married. She had had just about every male in her high school and then had gone on to see what college had to offer. Some of the college kids had been good, a hell of a lot better than the studs at her high school, but none of them matched Charlie.
He was a human sex machine programmed to drive that delicious prick of his all the way up into her gooey cunt.
"You're acting funny," he repeated. "Anything wrong?"
"Yes, my poor little titties are getting cold. Why don't you do something about that?" She thrust out her chest so that her tits dragged along the man's lips. He smiled and obliged her. She had thought he would. His sex drive was in high gear now.
She sobbed as he sucked hard at one of her fiery red nipples. The mounds of erectile flesh had been pumped full of wanton blood while he was licking around the base of her huge tits. Now that he was sucking on her nipple, she was at the point of coming again.
When his teeth began scoring the sides of her nipple, she came again. There was no way in hell she could have held back the prodigious might of her orgasm. It possessed her and turned her into a demon of lust. She had been horny before, but now she was out of her mind with the hollow, aching need in her cunt. She had to have his cock. All of it. All at once!
"Fuck me!" she cried. "To hell with my sore pussy. I need your cock in me, fucking my cunt, giving me that divine pleasure only you can give!"
"Bullshit," he laughed. "You're just out of your mind with lust. Let me show you some different strokes."
He eluded her grabbing hand as she tried to get hold of his prick and drag it into her cunt hole. He straddled her waist, his prick resting in the deep canyon between her tits. The feel of that hot rod of cockflesh pressing into her aroused tits turned her on even more. She almost threw him off as she came again.
He hung on for dear life, his fingers clutching firmly into her sides. When his hands pressed into the outsides of her boobs, she knew what he was going to do. He had licked and kissed the insides of her boobs. They were well oiled with his spit now. He crushed her tits together until he had formed an artificial cunt between her knockers.
"God, Charlie, I never felt anything like this. Oh, oh! Darling, fuck my little titties good. Give me all that sweet prick!"
"Little titties?" he laughed. "Not so little. Shit, they're huge. Couldn't do this otherwise."
He applied more pressure. He succeeded in rubbing one of her turgid nipples against the other. She felt as if he would rip the boobs from her chest, but the pleasure she got from it more than offset any pain. The idea of rubbing one nipple against the other brought her off again.
The blonde woman was beginning to hate herself. She was such a weak, fragile thing. The lightest of touches and she was soaring on the winds of ecstasy. He could play with her in any of a thousand ways and she would get off on it. In a way it was good. It didn't take much for her to achieve full satisfaction. But the emotional and physical strain on her after so many climaxes was beginning to tell on her.
"Fuck them good. Make them burn with your prick!"
"I'm going to, you sultry bitch. Just you wait and see!"
He leaned forward, his full weight pressing into her tits now. She felt every contour of his prick. The thick purpled knob on the end pulsed with virile life. She loved the way it heated her creamy white flesh. The swollen length began to move, slowly at first, then with more power.
The single-eyed head of his cock poked out from the tight passage through her titflesh. She craned her neck and tried to get the head of his pecker into her mouth. Not quite reaching it, she was content with dragging her tongue across the man's piss-slit.
"Ummm, shit!" he moaned out. "Best thing I ever felt. Hot, soft tit all around my dork and now you're trying to stuff your tongue down the end. God, this is the best tit-fucking ever!"
He pulled back, his cock moving with tantalizing slowness. When she felt only a fraction of his huge cock left between her tits, he began fucking back into the tunnel of her tits. This trip was faster and built up the friction. She arched her back and almost threw the man off her belly. He gripped her tits even harder to stay in the saddle.
He was soon fucking as fast and as hard as he could. The flesh of her delicate white tits turned a cherry pink. The friction sent lightning bolts of carnal need into her chest. And when she came, she knew it wouldn't be more than a few seconds before he got his rocks off, too.
She was right.
A white gob of jism arched from the depths of her tits and spattered against her lips. An eager tongue licked it away just as another white bullet of come hit her cheek. Her head spun as she tried to get all of that fountaining cock's come.
The sight of the cock head coming through the whiteness of her tits turned her into a raving maniac. She couldn't get enough of that prick or the come jetting from it. She managed to strain and lock her lips around the very tip of his cock.
"Shit, baby, that's sure great!" the man cried. "But I'm about done in. Is there anything I can do – until I get my hard-on back to keep you happy?"
She realized that his prick was going limp. The one-time hardness was melting. Candy could feel it between her tits, as if the heat from her body was doing the trick. She sighed and knew that there wasn't any cure for the feelings lingering in her cunt.
Then she rolled over and tossed the man off. He lay there, smiling at her, sharing the warmth of their odd fucking for a moment. His hand reached out and cupped her pussy mound. A finger wormed its way back into her seething hot pussy.
The movement inside her cunt told her that she wanted to get laid again. She had to fuck one more time tonight or she would go out of her head with unfulfilled lust. But she had just seen his prick go flaccid from fucking her, tits. It would be hours, if ever, before he got another boner.
"Eat me out," she told him. "Eat my pussy!"
"Sure!" he said eagerly. "There's nothing I like more than a nice, juicy cunt pressing into my mouth, unless it's fucking it with my cock!"
He tried to twist around and lick across her cunt lips. She evaded him, standing on the bed. The springy surface almost tossed her off, but she kept her balance long enough to straddle the man's body. With her legs spread wide on either side, of his hips, she leaned forward, the wall supporting her. Muscles straining, she felt more alive than ever. And when he reached up and began stroking along the firm muscles of her thighs and ass, she knew she was doing this just right.
When his cock-hard tongue shot all the way up her cunt, she came. There was no way in hell she could possibly get around it. Muscles taut, she was ready for anything. The feel of the rough, probing pink tongue slithering up her juice-soaked pussy was all she needed to get of f.
"Keep that position," he told her. "I love the way it keeps your cunt nice and tight around my tongue. Never felt anything like this before. God, what a turn-on. I don't know what's changed you, Mandy, but I'm all for it. You're one hell of a woman!"
She moaned when his tongue began sliding up and down the turgid lips of her cunt. He pushed aside her puffy cunt lips and plunged far up her hot, demanding hole. The feel of his tongue fucking in and out of her twat was all it took to get her hot and ready for come after come.
The woman was lost in a paradise of her own making. She had been fucked eight times in every hole in her body. He had fucked her up the ass and then in her clutching pussy before letting her suck him off. Not content with this, he had made his own pussy out of her tits and fucked them. Now she was showing him a trick or two for pleasuring a woman.
His tongue lashed out and ran up and down the juicy slit until she was about ready to collapse. He diddled her cunt with his tongue and went back to her cunt hole. She loved it. She couldn't get enough of his sucking mouth love.
"More, give me more, dammit!" she cried.
Her body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat now. She felt it dribbling between her tits. As it ran down her belly and into the tangled jungle of her pussy mound, she knew that she had found the perfect position to get eaten out.
Her muscles were tensed up and this kept her cunt nice and tight around the man's tongue. She loved the fit of his tongue into her cunt. He couldn't tongue fuck as far into her cunt as he could with his prick, but this was a deliciously different sensation. Different. So different she got off as his tongue slid out and pressed wetly between the slabs of her asscheek.
He wiggled his tongue all the way up her asshole and reamed her out good with growing desire.
She came and came and came. Candy lost track of how long she stood there on the bed, her legs widespread, her arms supporting her, as she leaned against the wall. It didn't matter. AU that counted now was the intense feelings released in her body.
At last she had found a man who could satisfy her and more. Charlie actually wore her out!
She was sure she had died and gone to heaven.