George Lambert and Barbara Gates had sexed it up on a number of occasions. They discovered that they had two things in common. Both had progressed rapidly in the acquisition of sexual knowledge and experience, through various swapping partners and a general pursuit of the subject. And each was fairly advanced in the practice of Yoga, a discipline which could be used to heighten sexual enjoyment if desired.
They sat on the carpeted floor of the bedroom, facing each other in the lotus position, like a pair of Buddhas. At the moment, neither was concerned with the exact form that their sex play would take. They only knew that it would be interesting as well as fun-something neither would attempt with the average swapper, but certain to be enjoyable between themselves.
Their knees almost touched, so closely were they sitting, and they enjoyed the idea of studying each other without physical contact for a long time. They could thrill to some strange accomplishments.
"How's your ejaculation control, George?" Barbara asked.
"Better, Bobbi… but I still can't always shut it off after one shot. How's your automatic juicer?"
"Some progress there… I've managed to cut down the concentration time by using sexual objects to fill my thoughts."
"How about a demonstration?" he asked.
"Tell you what: You go through your paces first. Then I'll use your come for my thought reference."
"Okay." George went into a deep concentration. After a few minutes his limber cock began to swell and stiffen where it lay on the cushion of his balls. Barbara watched as it rose over his crossed legs.
"Beautiful erection!" she whispered, not wanting to break his train of thought. His brow was furrowed tightly, and his eyes were focused on his cock. After a few more minutes the fat head swelled still more, pulsed once, then emitted a spurt of semen that hit Barbara just above the navel. There was another pulse, and a short, dribbling spurt hit the carpet between them and left a thin string of white fluid on George's calves.
"Wonderful!" Barbara said. "Now I'll try my thing."
She concentrated on the blob of semen that clung to her belly. She could smell its potent male fragrance, and she enlarged upon the sensation by imagining that she could taste it, feel its slimy texture on her tongue.
George watched the patted lips of her cunt; they swelled up slowly, thickening with engorged blood and pouting out from their nest of rich brown hair. Minutes passed, and then George saw the first drops of moisture appear at the lower edges of the lips.
More drops gathered, ran together, formed a tiny trickle, then began to run down into the crack of her ass. George groaned at the waste of her honey, licking his lips thirstily and using his will power to keep from attacking the source with his mouth.
The lips of her cunt seemed to tighten, to press together, and more. Squid escaped from them. George waited, wondering if she had lost her control and would have to give up without breaking her record. She had soaked a washcloth completely during their last experiments!
After what seemed like an eternity, Barbara broke her concentration and looked up at George. There was am enigmatic smile on her face.
"You scolded me the last time," she remanded him. "Said I'd wasted good honey you wanted. Well, come and get it!" She unlocked her legs, grabbed her ankles, then leaned back on the carpet.
George thrilled with anticipation as he repositioned himself, mouth poised over her fragrantly heated cunt.
"You mastered the closure!" he said. "You little imp!" As he put his lips to her slit, it parted for him. Juice was gathered in abundance there; a pool was formed in her gash, and he sucked it up with a hoarse cry of gladness, tasting her womanly sex musk in the translucent fluid.
He sucked it all up, then put his lips over her hole and gave a final suck that won him another swallow. He raised his head and grinned happily down at her face. She had a sexually excited expression on her mouth and her eyes burned up at him hotly.
"Now feed me, George," she said. Her finger reached down and captured the wet semen pearl on her belly, then she brought it to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth and savored it on her tongue
George squatted by her head, and she turned to take his cock in her mouth. It lay on her tongue and lower lip; she kept her mouth open and waited. He concentrated. After almost two minutes, the head bounced on her tongue as it pulsed strongly. A spurt of his come shot into her throat.
"More!" she begged as she swallowed it. Beads of perspiration formed on his brow, and soon another blob gushed out in her mouth. She swallowed it and put her lips to the pearl that remained on the tip of his cock, sucking his passage dry.
"Beautiful!" she told him. "Now let's rest for a while and let our systems normalize. I'd like to do some old-fashioned fucking!"
They got onto the bed and lay quietly for a while, careful not to touch each other at any point. In less than ten minutes, they were able to feel as refreshed as if they had not spent themselves.
George embraced her, and her arms encircled his neck. Their mouths met and they exchanged flavors, tonguing and sucking joyfully for several minutes. Their bodies gradually wound together until George's rigid prick slid into the wet furrow of Barbara's cunt.
He worked his ass around for a few seconds, centering himself in her hungry twat, then found her hole and shoved into her. She squealed her delight as he filled her sheath, barreling into her until his balls slapped her ass.
"Ooh-h-h! That's a nice fuck stick you have, mister!" she said. Her ass was humping as she thrust up to meet his drives, and he felt the wonderfully slick heat of her tunnel engulfing him to the limit as he delivered a series of hard, long fucks, then ground his pubic mat into hers.
"I wish I had two cocks," he told her. "I would dearly love to screw you in the ass right now, but I can't bring myself to leave the juicy warmth of your cunt."
"Save some of your come, lover," she pleaded. "All three of my holes are hungry today!"
Her movements became more desperate as she threw her ass up from the bed; her cunt clasped him in wet gulpings as he thrust into her, and both of them were moaning and grunting as they neared the end of the road. Barbara's breath hissed through her clenched teeth as she began to reach her climax.
"Oh, George! Brownie me… quick!" she cried.
He slid a finger around in her crotch, dipping up some of the excess juice, then slid it into the hot little blossom of her asshole. She squealed, opened it up for him, and hissed excitedly as he thrust it into her all the way.
She cried out as her orgasm seized her completely. George burst into her with several shots, giving her the added sensation of absorbing his hot come while she climaxed. Then he shut off the flow, wincing at the ecstatic pressure it caused in his groin.
They remained locked together until Barbara patted him on the back, signaling that she was willing to carry on with the fun. He pulled out of her, and she rolled over and got up.
They started again. This time she bent over the edge of the bed, feet on the 'door, thrusting up her ass to him. He laid the slippery head of his cock in the twitching wrinkles of her asshole, then pressed inward.
"Ooh-h-h!" she wailed, pretending fear. "There's that hard old fuck stick again!" But her asshole seemed to blossom out into a moist funnel; his prick melted into it like a hot poker into butter.
"Delicious!" she moaned as he thrust into her all the way. "Fuck me easy, George, but be ready to do your thing… I'm close already!"
He screwed into her ass, feeling the excited tightenings of her rectum as she began to evidence spasms of another orgasm. He fucked rapidly, reaching under her to shove two fingers up her cunt and work at her clit with his thumb.
"George!" she moaned. "Oh, George… shoot it, baby!"
As her body started to shake, he let loose his last barrage. Semen squirted into her bowel in hot jets and she whimpered joyfully as the biggest quake shuddered over her.
Again they remained coupled until her spasms subsided. When they separated, Barbara slid to the floor and lay on her side. In a second, George joined her, and they faced each other with satisfied grins.
"Want to try anything new?" she asked him.
"Can't think of anything at the moment," he replied. "How about you?"
"I was wondering what it would feel like to have you piss in my cunt. Want to try it?"
"Hell, I'm game for anything if you are, Bobbi. Let's go to the bathroom; this one we'd better try in the tub!"
Grace McDonald was looking forward to her first session with Randy the goat, but she still had one mental reservation about it; though she had seen Dot do it, she was not sure whether she could accommodate the diameter of the stud's thick-based prick.
But when she got her first look at Harlan Gates without his clothes, she stopped worrying about Randy. If she could accept Harlan's cock, she need not fear the goat!
When he asked her to sit in a chair with her feet pulled up against her buttocks, Grace sat in the big occasional chair in the comer of the master bedroom and drew up her feet until her heels were touching her ass.
"Now, I'd like you to play with your pussy," Harlan told her. "Tease it good… work it up into a real froth for me while I watch."
She stared at him as if he had escaped from an institution. Then she realized that the most normal people could have all kinds of weird hangups. If that was what it took to make Harlan's cock get stiff, then she'd try to oblige him although the size of his monstrous prick when soft made her wonder whether she'd regret doing anything to harden it!
But her fingers stole into her snatch and began to caress the coral lips, tease the mouth of her tunnel, and toy with her clitoris. It took a while for her to feel anything but am extreme sensitivity.
She was not averse to masturbating; she did it often, or at least as often as she needed release when Cole was too busy or tired to take care of her. But with Harlan watching her, she felt rather foolish; end it was difficult to feel foolish and sexy at the same time.
But as she continued to play with herself, she felt the first damp traces of her cream slide over her flesh, and she started to feel fiery tingles traveling around her cunt and belly. As the thrills mounted, her ass refused to remain still. It rolled and bumped frantically as her fingers flew in the gathering wetness.
Harlan's cock began to stiffen as he watched, and the sight of his erection-like a python coming to life excited Grace even more. She stirred her fingers in the stew of her heated cunt and whimpered softly to herself as her passion increased.
She saw Harlan grasp his prong in a firm fist and pump the thick shaft, making the head swell and pulse. At first, she thought this was going to end up as a childish game you show me how you do yours, and I'll show you how I do mine.
But Harlan gave his prick a few whacks, then stood up and went to the bed. He sat down and motioned to her.
"Let's see if that oily quim will slide onto this, now." His hands patted the tops of his thighs, indicating his lap as the spot that she was to sit on. He helped her get seated, facing him, her legs wrapped around him; his hand guided the huge glans into her twat and settled it in the petals of flesh around her hole.
"Work onto it, Grace," he told her. "Slide that slick cunny right over it and swallow it up inside you."
She was glad he had let her work up a slippery lather; even with all the lubrication, she felt the hugeness of him as he expanded her tunnel alarmingly. The fullness reached further and further inside her, until he had no more meat to stuff in her cunt.
"My God!" she said in a careful voice. "If you hadn't run out of cock when you did, my mouth would be too full to talk!"
"It's not as big as you think it is," he assured her. "Let it soak in there for a minute until you get used to it."
He leaned over and sucked on one of her nipples, and she began to get back some of the excited thrills that had been frightened out of her by the monster cock.
He knew how to treat a tit, and by the time he had worked over both of them, she was humming happily with the return of her passion. When he started fucking her slowly, she was surprised to find that there was no real discomfort; her cunt had adapted in no time at all. The thick prick slid smoothly within her sheath, massaging every nerve, including some she had not known she had. Harlan's fingers had slithered around behind her and were teasing the crack of her ass. New tingles raced up her spine and spread out to join the others rippling through her belly.
She felt herself creaming heavily, as if the big cock had rubbed the glands of her tunnel, milking them of their secretions. The splat of Harlan's balls against her crotch sounded more wet than at the beginning. And she was unconsciously pumping her ass to meet his thrusts; now her cunt was more than eager to receive the oversize prick!
Her asshole winked steadily as tiny spasms trembled inside her, and at each wink, Harlan gently probed into the soft wrinkles with his finger.
He pulled her to him with his free hand and kissed her; she accepted the thrust of his tongue, sucking on it hungrily in symbolic need for the continued thrust of his giant prick. Her tongue lanced out frantically, wanting the sucks he could give it, eager to be the object of his desire.
His strokes speeded up and became shorter; each tight fuck was a delirious broadcast of thrills as her tunnel came alive to the forceful caress of his moving cock.
"Harlan!" she cried. "Oh Jesus! I'm falling apart inside!" And, as she began to quiver and jerk, he knew she was coming off like a cow elephant.
He plunged into her as far as he could go, then held her there while he rammed his finger up her ass. She squealed at the double stuffing, then she felt his hot gushes shoot into her cunt with alarming power.
Grace literally danced on the pole of his cock, her ass making wild leaps on his lap. Her cunt seized his prick in tight clutches, milking him of his sperm, as both of them grunted and gasped with the voluptuous release.
"I'm afraid to let you take it out of me," she told him when she caught her breath.
"You think there might be blood?;' he teased.
"No, but it's like tight shoes, or when you have a swollen foot. You're afraid to take it off, because you might not be able to get it back on."
"You mean you'd like to have some more? You're over your fear of the monster?"
"I guess that's what I mean. Still…"
"Yes. What were you going to say? Second thoughts?"
"In a way. I was wondering what it would be like to have a mouthful of that goodie."
"Give me a few minutes, and I'll be happy to help you find out."
Grace slowly climbed off him, hearing and feeling the suction of their separation. When she looked down at the limber cylinder of his prick, smeared with the fluids of their joy, she wet her lips and swallowed hard.
Lying on the bed, while waiting for Harlan to give her the word, Grace grew more eager by the minute. The challenge of successfully sucking off a cock of that size was thrillingly intriguing, and her cunt seemed to itch at the thought of it.
When he was ready for action, Harlan got into the sixty-nine position, kneeling astride her with his face over her cunt. The massive meat of his dong hung down to touch her lips, and she took the smeary glans eagerly, sucking it into her mouth.
As she tasted the funky pollen of his semen mixed with the flavor of her cunt, she felt his tongue probe into her gash and begin to lick at her swollen flesh.
He found her clit and lashed at it rapidly with his tongue; she moaned around the giant glans, then gave it a tight suck that caused him to groan into her cunt.
Grace felt lustful hungers rise up in her – hungers she had not known she possessed. She was avidly sucking the meaty prize, praying that it would erupt and fill her mouth with a river of hot come.
Harlan got her clit in his lips, and he began a steady series of sucks that made her jerk and grind in a frenzy. Her whole being seemed to melt into a puddle, and Harlan was drinking it up. Then she felt the charge of his first gush.
It poured into her mouth in torrents, and she was swallowing frantically to keep from drowning. But when the power of his jets diminished, she began to suck on the hot tip of his prick with a violent thirst, draining him and making him pull away with a loud groan.
Again they lay there, resting quietly, letting their bodies relax. Grace was absorbing her discovery of her hidden lusts.
And, as she related it to her coming ordeal with Randy – a thought uppermost in her mind since seeing Dot with the goat – she knew she could even get hot enough to suck off that big stud! She wondered what Dot would say to that…