he was pretending to piss-then he returned to the bed, and tossed and turned again.
Then, reaching down to the front of his baggy pants, he produced from an opening a stiff, long cock, its shaft veined with bulging purple lines, its cock-head moist with dew. He began rocking himself back and forth, his hand moving up and down the erect shaft as it seemed to come to life, lifting higher and higher up. Then slowly he rose and stood in the circle of light, rotating his hips and moving his hand in a slow rhythm up and down, back and forth, as the tip of his cock grew shinier and darker.
Then he knelt and inched his way on his knees towards the audience, all eyes on that enormous cock.
Kit had never seen a cock so big before. She watched, hypnotized, as the clown rose up a little until the end of his prick was level with a woman's mouth. Slowly, it went inside, then came out again. The clown went around the circle of people and there were short gasps as he pushed it hard down another woman's throat.
Kit beard a choking noise, then a slurping noise, then it was the person next to her. She heard the long sucking in of the mouth as it gorged itself on that enormous tool, sucked it in until all of it was inside.
And then it was her turn. She opened her mouth expectantly, but the prick was even bigger when it was right up close, and Kit struggled for air as it suddenly filled her mouth, ill wet and slippery, a dark-purple color, pushed
all the way to her throat, and then even deeper. She thought she would choke, she did choke, but it stayed there, and his soft crotch hair pushed against her lips, brushed into her face; then it moved out again.
But this time he did not go on to the next person; he stayed with her. Once again she felt his cock push in. Her head was buried between two strong legs, the thighs pressing against her face, his back arched, trembling. She could feel him tremble against her as her mouth began to work on his massive prick.
Then she felt his strong arms gasping at her shoulders, and he was pulling her up, leading her to the center of the circle. He stood up while she knelt, her mouth never leaving his iron-hard cock, with her fingers moving the balls underneath from side to side, moving steadily, evenly, eating up the delicious cock-meat. It was so hot and sweet and throbbing inside her mouth, trying to go in even farther.
Kit forgot all about the other people watching them. She no longer heard their thick breathing. She knew they were out there in the darkness, but all she could see in front of her, when she opened her eyes, was the thick black hair that curled against her face, the smooth, steely loins that pressed against her.
She sucked cock until her mouth ached, and still she couldn't get enough. She began to feel the pressure in the massive cock build until it throbbed so hard and became so hot that she couldn't bear it.
She speeded up her sucking, moved faster and faster back and forth,
feeling his body grow taut. His legs turned to iron alongside her head.
Finally he shot off, a long hot flood of bittersweet juice that flowed with its tiny seeds down her throat. She swallowed his jizz thirstily, swallowing again and again, until his balls were dry. And still she held his limp prick in her mouth. Finally she released it. At that point, once again all the lights went out, and she was in darkness.
In the dark, she could hear everyone in the audience murmuring and stifling about. She started crawling back towards Terri and Cliff, her body trembling with the passion that had just poured into her. She wondered who the clown had been. She didn't think she would ever forget the taste of that cock.
"Jesus," Terri gasped, "that was some show! My pussy's hotter'n hell!"
"So's mine!" Kit groaned. "Tasting that fantastic cock just made me hungrier to have some hard male meat up my cunt!"
"Well, girls," Cliff said, gathering them up and leading them towards the door, "you're in luck. My cock's hard and ready… and I have enough for both of you!"
The three of them started tearing their clothes off as soon as they entered the apartment.
"Somebody hurry up and fix us drinks," Cliff said. "I gotta go pee."
"The drinks can wait," Kit retorted. "I'm hotter'n hell, and my pussy won't wait! C'mon Terri!" she yelled to her beautiful roommate as she raced to the bedroom and jumped into the bed, lying flat an her back, her legs spread high in the air.
Kit reached between her thighs and pulled the lips of her pussy apart. The pink slit, fringed with blonde hair and oozing white cream fascinated her. It made her own pussy seethe with desire.
With a passion-filled moan, Terri buried her head between Kit's upthrust quivering thighs. The blonde's willing pussy opened wide at th6 touch of her lips. Inhaling the luscious odor of Kit's cunt-juice, Terri rammed her tongue between the pulpy twat-lips.
"Oh yes, lover," Kit crooned, "that's it. That's it! Oh, God, I knew you'd be a good lover! Suck my lovin' pussy!"
Kit's cunt tasted even sweeter to Teal than she thought it would. She dipped into the cunt and, using her tongue like a fleshy spoon, scooped the juices into her mouth.
Kit's legs shot straight up from the bed and sagged apart until they could spread no more. She balled her fists and placed them under the butt to lift her pussy even higher as an altar for Terri's working lips and tongue. The blonde's flesh fairly danced in rippling waves as the cock-like tongue skittered up and down her gash. Its hard tip traced a flaming path from her clitoris to her
asshole.
She applied all the pressure of her stomach muscles to create a huge contraction in her cunt walls. Terri felt the walls pulling away so there was suddenly nothing inside the woman's cunt but vacuum. It drove her wild to be able to slosh her tongue around from side to side inside the beautiful blonde's pussy. The flaxen twat hair slithered across Terri s cheeks and chin, adding the most erotic sensations to an already maddening sexual experience.
Again she rammed her tongue hard up Kit's clutching pussy and felt her chin nuzzle the asshole below it. She rubbed the hardness of her teeth, buffered only by the thin flesh of her upper lip, against Kit's swollen clit. At the same time she hollowed her checks and felt her throat bobbing as she sucked and swallowed all she could get from the spewing pussy.
Kit's body, from the waist down, was suddenly divorced from her mind. Her hips became pistons under their own power as they lunged upward, driving the fleshy tool of pleasure in and out of her slit.
Terri crossed her own leg and bunched her thighs so her own cunt we agitated almost to the point of orgasm. She felt gushes of her own hot juice pour from her pussy and glue her thighs together in their descending wake.
She absently wondered where Cliff was, and secretly hoped he wouldn't join their party too soon. There was something oddly calming about reawakening her body to woman on woman sex.
Not that she didn't love and desire his mammoth prick up inside her cunt, smoothing and cooling the lust-inflamed inner flesh of her belly, but making it with Kit had reminded her that there were infinite ways of enjoying sex.
"Oh, God, God, it's so good with a woman!" Kit cried, her tits heaving against her own chin, spraying her face with perspiration as her body bucked and lunged. "I think I'm coming, Ter, honey… I'm coming! Don't stop… baby, don't stop, for God's sake!"
The bittersweet juices gushed into Terri s mouth. She tasted and devoured them as she placed her hands on the girl's buttocks and spread them wide in preparation for the tide that she knew would follow.
"Yes… yes, Terri! I'm coming… coming like hell! Make it a big one, baby! Help me!" Kit screamed, her whole body now writhing in tormented, sexual fury. "Take your first finger and stick it in my cunt, and your big finger up my ass!"
Raising her face so her tongue flattened over the clit and her chin filled the cunt-mouth, Terri did as the luscious blonde begged.
"Yes, that's it," Kit crooned. "Oh, shit, that's good… that feels so goad! Now stick your thumb in my cunt along with your finger!"
Terri's body became wilder and more frantic as she carried out the girl's wishes. It was almost as thrilling for her to fuck Kit this way as it was for Kit to receive the stimulus.
"Faster, baby. That's it! Now, honey… now put the other two fingers in my ass… and don't be gentle about it! Ram me with 'em!"
Terri could feel her plunging forefinger and middle finger in unison through the thin membrane that divided Kit's cunt and asshole. She thought further intrusion into the girl's bung would be impossible. She started to raise her head to say so.
"No!" Kit cried, as if sensing the girl's thoughts, and pushing her head back down to her lunging cunt-mound. "Do it! It's all right. DO IT!"
Terri removed her hand, placed the various fingers in position in front of the respective holes, and shoved with all her might.
"Arrrrgggghbh! Yes! OH, SHIT, YESSSSSSSS!" Kit cried in an ear-piercing scream. "Now fuck me! Fuck me with your whole hand! Pound it into me and lick my cunt at the same time. Tear me apart down there, honey. I love it!"
Terri sucked and kneaded the throbbing bud with the hard tip of her driving tongue as she made a triphammer of her hand and jammed her fingers in and out of Kit's body with lightning-like thrusts.
"Oh, shit, I'm gonna explode! I'm just gonna fucking blow up!" Kit screamed.
She didn't know who or where she was. Her whole body was centered on the tip of her throbbing clitoris and in the depths of her battered holes. She arched her back, moaning and screaming, every muscle corded tensely as she threw her cunt against the multiple instruments of pleasurable pain. Higher and higher the blonde rose on a whirling cloud of passion. At last she exploded in the throbbing ecstasy of total release. Her pussy released its floodgates, pouring forth its juice.
The hot, sticky fluid seared Terri's tongue and roiled in heated waves down her throat. Her throat bobbed as slurping sounds came from her greedy mouth. She sucked and swallowed the rapture from Kit's cunt as fast as the girl could expel it.
At last, when the heaving body beneath her started to subside, and her own come had vaulted trough her body, she raised her head from the syrupy pussy-mound. She looked up between the heaving gloves of Kit's pink-tipped tits.
The blonde's heavy-lidded, lust-inflamed eyes returned her stare. She looked down between her heaving jugs at her lover, and flicked her tongue out. She ran the hard, red tip around and around her sensual lips in open invitation.
It was all Terri needed. Her own juice flowed from her swollen gash and traced strews down over her thighs as she swung her body up and over the other girl's. She scooted along Kit's belly and over her tits, leaving a shiny trail of her own pussy-juice as she moved.
"Come on, baby," Kit cooed. "Bring your pretty pussy up to me. Give it to me, Ter. Give me your cunt to eat and suck."
Terri reached the open space just above the other girl's face. Tiny droplets of her juice streamed in thin lines off the ends of her russet-colored beaver and flowed down across the blonde's flushed face. Slowly, ever so slowly, loving the anticipation, Terri lowered the whole mass of her cream-covered crotch, down over Kit's face. She was almost there when she noticed the other girl's wide-eyed stare fasten on something behind her, beyond the fullness of
her straddled thighs.
Terri turned her head to see Cliff advancing towards them. He was totally nude and his cock was as long and as hard as she had ever seen it. He guided it before him like an angry sword and aimed it directly at the pulpy mass between Kit's upturned, recently vacated thighs.
Watching Terri eat Kit's pussy and then crawl up the girl's body and lower her own cunt over Kit's beautiful face had driven Cliff to a point of desire greater than any he had ever experienced. The obvious love of sex Kit was exhibiting with Terri sparked more than his curiosity or just a desire for some passing sex at the end of a titillating evening.
Their eyes met, and he was sure he could ascertain a type of pleading-a pleading far his cock.
He moved between Kit's legs and ran his cock-head up and down the swollen slit of her pussy. The pulsing labes seemed to draw the bulbous head of his prick like a magnet, licking and sampling the hard knob.
"Yes… yes, give me your cock, give it all to me!" Kit cried, flapping her legs in the air behind Terri's quivering body. "And you, my darling," she said, looking up into Terri's contorted face, "smother my face with your cunt!"
Cliff threw his body between her thighs, guiding his aching, swollen tool to the entrance that yawned and contracted so tantalizingly. Then he rammed forward, splitting apart the clasping walls. He shoved all of his huge, hardened rod along the wet, hot walls of her tight cunt. He felt his cock-head slam
off the throbbing end of her cunt and heard her cry out in throes of ecstasy as Terri jammed her sopping pussy down over her face.
"Ohhhhh, fuck my mouth… fuck my cunt! That's the way to fuck me!"
Her hips flew up to meet his thrusts. His heavy balls smacked solidly against the upturned cheeks of her fleshy butt. Deeper and deeper he rammed his driving prick into her fuck-channel. He felt the muscles along the walls of her cunt tickle and feed hungrily on his cock. Back and forth his hips flew, sending his rod in harder and faster strokes in and out of her pulsing hole.
He drew his blood-engorged cock nearly out of her moist, tight sheath, and then plunged down against her again until his heavy bails once more slapped hard against her asshole. The pressure mounted and mounted in his lust-inflamed balls and his head swam in rapture at the delicious manipulation of her talented cunt on his prick.
This was a woman, he thought, a real woman who took her pleasure where she could find it, and would give as much in return. This was a real woman he was fucking and he determined right then and there that it wouldn't be the last time he fucked her.
At the same time, Terri was also being driven out of her mind by the talented tongue that licked and laved into her gash. The younger girl screamed in delight as she locked her hands around Kit's head and pulled the blonde's face into her cunt.
She could feel the juice flowing from her widespread pussy like a
ruptured dike. It flowed along her thighs and between the flexing checks of her ass to bathe Kit's face. Team welled from her eyes as she felt the hint of what she knew would be many orgasms surge through her.
From behind she felt Cliff's anus. His hands cupped and fondled her tits while he shook the bed and both girls' bodies violently with the force and fury of his lunges into Kit's cunt.
Kit was delirious with the giving and getting of such exquisite pleasure. She spread her thighs wide and eagerly pummeled her pussy like a glove over his prick. Cliffs cock filled her cunt superbly, better than any she'd ever had. She rocked her head from side to side between Terri's thighs in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy. She fastened her mouth, wet with the girl's cream, against her pussy. Her tongue jabbed in the wet gash of Terri's cunt and sucked more and more of the sticky juice into her mouth. She sucked wildly at the creaming pussy, tying to milk it as her own pussy milked Cliffs expanding prick.
Cliff grabbed Kit's ankles and brought her legs up to fasten them, from behind, around Terri's waist. This way her ass was even higher and her pussy wider to receive the full force of his thundering prick-shaft.
"I… I'm… I'm coming!" he shouted.
He heard Kit's throat gurgle her agreement and her voice whisper encouragement around the mouth-filling hair and folds of Terri's pussy.
Kit was almost there herself. She was coming again even better and stronger than she had when Terri had eaten her cunt. It was the first time
she had ever felt such a giant eruption building in her vitals that had been stimulated by both a cock and a pussy at the 'same time. She bucked harder, striving with every fiber of her body for bath their climaxes. She wanted Cliffs come to be as great as her own.
"Oh, God, what a pussy… what a beautiful pussy," Cliff moaned as he increased his pace, deepening his thrusts into the tawny furrow of Kit's seething pussy.
Terri had released her passion and had been all but forgotten by the other two. She rolled from Kit's face and lay beside their heaving bodies, mesmerized by the torrents of heated passion arising from both her partners as they lunged and raged their desire against each other.
She watched as Kit writhed nakedly, like a demon possessed, under her lover. She ground her cunt up over his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards.
He pounded into her cunt deeper still, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her heaving tits until her head was framed between them. Her young, fiery crotch was now higher and wider than ever, more open to the power of his rapid fucking.
Terri could see the full beauty of his magnificent tool. Her own cunt suddenly twitched in a pang of jealousy as she wished it were her belly his cock was invading
The contorted look on his handsome face was enough to tell Terri tat Cliff
was thoroughly enjoying the exquisite experience of fucking Kit's nectar-filled pussy.
"Oh, Jesus, God, Cliff, I'm gonna come, baby! I'm gonna come like hell… like all hell! Come with me, lover! Pour your fuck-juice in me when I came!"
Kit's voice was a piercing shriek as she felt her second come strike her cunt and belly like a hammering fist. She felt the elastic walls of her cunt contract around his huge dick and begin to secrete their warm gushes of sticky fluid a second time-this time around the best cock she had ever felt.
Cliff felt her explosion and knew his would soon follow. She jerked wildly, spasming, the mouth of her cunt sucking at his cock feverishly. Her breath was hot against his face as it came in short, gasping rasps. His body went rigid as a board as his climax suddenly stuck.
His balls erupted burning fire. The sudden joy caused his whole body to shake and tremble in fluttering tremors. His jizz, creamy and thick, spurted from the tiny opening in his cock-head to bum their way deep up into the lovely girl's violently quivering body. It was a never-ending flow which made Kit moan in delight. Her belly quaked with the heated sperm his throbbing cock was emptying into her cunt. Their sex fluids mixed together and flowed out around his cock to mat their pubic hair together and form rivers of cum that bathed their joined crotches.
As the last shudders of her orgasm subsided, Kit rolled her head to
the side and stared directly into Terri's saucer-like eyes.
"Now that was a fuck," she groaned, smiling at the younger woman as the spunk from Cliff's cock spewed from her slit and flowed downward to soak the bed. "Jesus, I'll get a towel," she cried, "before we all drown!"
She jumped up from the bed and padded into the bathroom, returning a moment later to find Terri gently sucking on Cliffs cock. The blonde popped her face under Terri's and began a light stroking of his balls and asshole with her tongue.
"My God," he laughed. "You two will turn me into a eunuch or something!" He slid upward on the bed until his cock and bails were free of theft maddening caresses.
"Shit," Kit said, matching his laugh. "Ill bet you've got at least two more good ones in there. C'mon, Terri, let's rape him!"
"Hey, peace, wait," he said, holding his hands out to them, palms forward. "Give mt at least a few minutes."
"Okay," Kit agreed reluctantly. "Let's have a drink of something tall and cool out of the blender. C'mon, Terri, let's whip up something exotic while Joe Superstud here gets his act back together!"
The two girls trotted off to the kitchen and, when they heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, Kit turned to the redhead.
"My God, Ter," she said. "Isn't that the greatest hunk of cock-meat you've ever seen?"
"More than that," Tend said. "It's what goes along with it. He's not
only a great fuck, but he's got a lot of influence. And he knows a lot of people. When we were on Catalina, he told me about this one rich guy that's into porno flicks. Not the cheap one-reelers, but the real high-budget slick stuff. They're always looking for new 'talent'," she added with a giggle.
"Could you really do that?" Kit said, her mouth dropping open. "I mean, really fuck and suck a guy off.., in front of all those people?"
"Are you kidding?" Terri laughed. "Imagine getting all the cock you want… and getting paid damn well for it, too? Honey, for me that would be heaven!"
"Jesus," Kit said, "no one likes to fuck more than I do, but… on film? Besides, I've got a good part in a straight picture that starts shooting Monday, and, baby, that's only the beginning. It'll be straight up for me from then on, and I won't stop until Katherine Kingston appears in lights on the marquee, above the title of the movie!"
Terri looked at her friend. "I hope that's the way it happens for you, Kit. I really do. But, well, I guess I'm just too realistic for my own good. I know that could never happen to me, so… I'll take what I can get… and be happy with it!"
"Not me," said Kit. "I want the best. I want it all. And I won't stop until I get it all!"
"Well, beautiful, you can have it all," Cliff said, suddenly appearing in the doorway, his enormous cock bobbing in front of him. He took the thick shaft in his hand and advanced towards her. "Where would you like it this time?"
"Lights…camera…action!" Kit could hardly believe she was actually hearing those classic words, that she was really on the set of her first movie, ready to go through her scene, small as it was, with Lance Westwood.
She had entered at the studio early that morning, five a.m., early, to report to make-up. The make-up man had wielded his brushes, powder and gloss artfully, until she was transformed into a creature with perfect cheekbones and eyebrows that Kit was sure even her own mother wouldn't recognize.
Then she was shuttled off to wardrobe, where some dyke had her strip to her bare skin, leering all the while, then started pouring her into a "Girl of the Golden West" type outfit that accentuated her already voluptuous figure. Her waist was cinched in like an hour-glass, and her enormous, creamy white tits nearly spilled out over the tops of the push-up cups of the bodice, the rose-colored tips barely hidden inside the lacy trim.
Heads had turned when she walked onto the set. The other girls had given her hard, cold stares, sensing the impending competition. But the men, including Lance Westwood himself, had gone out of their way to find excuses to come up and talk to her.
Even the director, Otto Klinger, had insisted that she join him for lunch. And he had the reputation of being a hard-nosed son of a bitch who considered actors nothing more than spoiled children. Maybe, Kit thought, if she played her cards right, she might be able to talk him into enlarging her part. But that would come later. Right now, it was her scene, and the loud clap of the slate and the call for "Action!" brought her out of her reverie and back to the
moment at hand. The scene called for a confrontation between Kit and Claudia Adams, the top female star in the county, who was playing the librarian. There was to be a verbal exchange, with Claudia telling Kit that she was nothing but a slut, and to leave her man, played by Lance Westwood, alone. Kit was to laugh in Claudia's face, whereupon the two women would engage in a knock-down, drag-out, hair pulling fight.
Kit had sensed immediately during the rehearsals of the scene that Claudia was a woman to be reckoned with. She would pull every trick in the book to keep the camera focused on her and to make Kit look bad. Kit was getting increasingly furious, and when the camera started rolling and Claudia deliberately stepped in front of her, blocking the camera's focus on Kit, she erupted.
"Get out of the way, you fucking bitch! This is my scene!" Kit shrieked.
"Look again, cunt," Claudia hissed, a sarcastic smile plastered on her face. "This is my movie!"
Whereupon the two women leaped for each other, eyes and long red nails slashing, starting the fight scene authentically, but prematurely.
"Cut!" yelled Klinger. "Let's break for lunch. Everybody back on set in two hours. Miss Kingston, I want to see you in my trailer!"
As Kit released her stranglehold on Claudia, the other woman looked up at her, her green eyes spitting fun.
"Don't get any big ideas, honey," she said, "or I'll see that you never work in this town again."
Kit slumped sullenly in a big leather chair in the luxurious, air-conditioned trailer, as Klinger shut the door quietly behind him and turned to her.
"That was quite a show, Miss Kingston," he said, moving towards Kit. "Just what were you tying to prove, may I ask?"
"That bitch was stealing my scene… my one big scene! Who the hell does she think she is?"
Klinger reached down and began stroking Kit's arms, her neck, letting his fingers lightly trail down across her voluptuous tits, which were still heaving provocatively in anger.
"I'll tell you who she is, Miss Kingston," he said, his fingers now kneading her ample tits and tickling the protruding pink tips, sending shivers through Kit's body. "She is the star of this picture. She is the biggest female star in the country. She is the sole reason we were able to raise the money to do this picture. She can do anything she wants, to anyone she wants, including me… and particularly you. Do you understand?"
Kit was squirming uncomfortably under the insistent stroking of his fingers. "Y…Yes, sir. I don't like it, but I understand."
"Good," Klinger said, raising up from her and smiling. "Then take your clothes off."
"What… What?" Kit gasped.
"I said, take your clothes off. You need to be taught a lesson, young lady.
Confused, but not wanting to risk further argument, Kit stood and, reaching behind her back, unzipped her dress.
She looked like a goddess standing before him. He moved back to
stare at her beauty. He groaned as she removed the black Merry Widow that had been cinching in her already tiny waist and cupping her magnificent tits. The valley between them was long and dark, warmly inviting to a kiss or a caress. The nipples had hardened to their full length and seemed to be reaching out to him, begging for his lips.
She stood like that for a moment, letting his eyes drink in the perfection of her body. Then she took a deep breath and removed the pins from her hair. When it was loose, she shook her head so the thick flaxen curls cascaded sensually down around her shoulders and tits. Next came the black netted hose, evenly down her legs. With a casual toss of her leg, she flipped them across the floor.
She reached for her panties.
"Wait," he said.
"What?"
"Let me."
He crossed and knelt in front of her. He reached up and started to cud her panties in his thumbs. His eyes stared, fascinated, at the wealth of her tawny-covered cunt. The mat of her pussy hair was wide, and dead in the center of it were the pulpy, pink lips of her cunt. The slit was long and already glistening with hot juice from the excitement of this new encounter.
Tossing the panties aside, Klinger grabbed her by the wrists, sitting down and dragging her across his lap.
"What are you doing?" Kit cried, her legs kicking the air.
"You're a beautiful creature, Kit, but if you act like a little girl, I'll have to treat you like one… and you need to be taught a lesson, young lady."
He raised his free hand and brought it down squarely on her butt. Sharp pain immediately flooded through her, then subsided.
"Ouch, that hurt!" she yelled.
"I imagine it must," he said, starting to spank her, not very hard, but hard enough so that his blows stung, making Kit furious.
She hurled a stream of curses and oaths at him, forgetting who he was, as one slap followed another. Soon her buttocks were a mass of red welts, each one a little island of gentle pain that quickly began to turn itself into pleasure.
The metamorphosis amazed Kit, who had never been spanked in her life before. Her struggles soon stopped and she lay draped across Klinger's lap, eagerly awaiting the next blow.
He continued for a while, then he gradually softened his slaps until he stopped altogether. Kit panted as he rubbed and caressed her ass, playing with her asshole. Then he slipped his hand between her legs and poked at the tufted wedge of her moist pussy.
He let go of her hands so that he could rub her ass and back and gently, rub his four fingers up and down her silt. Kit spread her legs as much as she could, beginning to bask in the warm enjoyment which was spreading outward in circles of ever-increasing size from her pussy and ass.
Once Klinger got her cunt-nice and moist, he stuck his first two
fingers up into her hole and started to ream her out. His knuckles strained against her pelvic bone as he worked on the inner walls of her canal, rubbing and gently scratching them.
Kit groaned as he began to finger-fuck her, completely filling her cunt with long, hard fingers. Cock it wasn't, but for openers Kit couldn't complain. Her sensations were heightened when he reached don and gabbed one of her tits, shaking it and pinching her nipple.
Although she was still pissed off, pleasure won out over anger. At least for the time being. Klinger dug his fingers in and out of her opening, quivering pussy, slapping his hand hard against her hairy, bony mound.
Kit felt a come building up inside her. She wiggled her ass around, trying to extract as much excitement as she could out of his hand. He let go of her tit and took two fingers and started pressing against the tight circle of her asshole.
Kit sucked in her breath sharply as she felt him enter her bung. He did it quickly and slivers of pain briefly surged through her body, only to be replaced by an accented pleasure. Her cunt and asshole were filled with fingers that were constantly going in and out of her, constantly probing, poking, stretching her flesh, rapidly adding to her already large collection of remembered sensations and satisfactions.
Then she came Klinger felt his hand get wet as it was bathed in her cunt, juice.
She arched her neck upward, grinding her teeth together, her hands
tight fists, her whole body trembling.
"Cock! I want cock!" she shrieked.
"Then it's cock you'll get, young lady!"
Klinger rudely pulled his fingers out of her pussy and asshole. He stood up and had he not grabbed her under her arm, Kit would have rolled right off him. He pulled her to her feet and roughly guided her to the end of a long couch. The arm of the couch was leather and it roiled. It was quite big and someone could lie across it comfortably. He grabbed Kit by the scruff of her neck and pushed her forward. Her stomach rested against the arm.
Her tits swung forward and stayed there as linger dropped his pants, his cock springing to life. The head nudged Kit's pussy, not lingering there any longer than it had to.
He shoved up into her hole, instantly filling her pussy with a lot of rock-hard cock. He grabbed a hold of her hips and held her, pressing his crotch against her ass, trying to force his prick as far up into her cunt as he could. Kit gasped and dug her fingernails into the learner.
Then he reared back and once again slammed his prick up into her mint as hard as he could. He started out using a suicidal pace, hammering away at her twat with a vengeance. Kit's body was rocked forward by the blows. He put all his body weight behind his thrusts, catapulting Kit toward new heights of excitement.
Like most men, Klinger fucked better when he was pissed off. His prick was turned into an avenging sword. His balls slapped against her ass as he
continued to whip her with his cock. Kit, completely dominated, began to writhe around, highly excited. She fought for her breath as she approached her climax.
She crashed through in a maze of feelings, all of them centering in her pussy, which felt ten times larger than it really was. It was the great receiver of cock and now it was the great giver of come.
Klinger's prick was bathed and coated by a layer of thick cream. Kit's whole body suffered mini-convulsions as juice flowed out of her pussy in a steady, unrelenting stream. Her mouth hung open, her jaw slack. Her arms were unable to support her and she lay across the arm of the couch, her forehead resting on the seat.
Klinger's enthusiasm was by no means diminished by the limp form that panted hard and fast as he fucked it. On the contrary, his eagerness to complete the job was greatly increased.
He pulled his cum-covered cock out of her pleasure-swollen pussy and quickly started to push it up her asshole. The sudden intrusion seemed to shock Kit out of her inactive state.
"Oh, Jesus," she panted. "Don't hurt me!"
Klinger wouldn't have anyway. No matter how pissed off he got, he had definite rules of conduct which he would never violate, and he wasn't the kind of man who got his kicks from hurting women.
He fucked her easily, using long, slow strokes that were designed to make Kit go the distance. Her tight little asshole yielded to his prick as he shoved in and out of her, right up to his hairy balls every time.
"Ahhhhhh," Kit moaned, vocally accompanying his cock as it entered her stretched shitter.
Linger reached down and pulled Kit up to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her stomach and continued to flick her asshole. Her fingernails found his thighs and she scratched hint He ran his free hand all over her stomach, loving the way it felt before it traveled upward so he could cup one of her tits, kneading the ample flesh, marveling at its firmness despite its abundance.
Kit's nipple rose to the occasion, filling her tit with rich, rewarding pleasure. She leaned backward to him, placing her hand over his and forcing him to be rougher with her tit.
He shook it. The knocker jiggled violently. Then he repeated the motion with the other one. Kit moaned with lust. Klinger's face was close to hers and he kissed those portions of it he could reach, filling his lungs with her exciting fragrance.
Kit smiled, her anger and frustration at Claudia finally drowned in sexual fulfillment. Klinger's easy pace guaranteed a climax, and that was rigid where Kit was heading. She leaned forward en her hands and screwed her ass around in slow circles. He picked up his speed, his balls stirring in their sac. He put his hands on her hips and pulled, her backward as he entered her butt-hole, making his thrusts just that much more forceful.
"Ohhh, that's so fucking good!" Kit exclaimed.
She grunted, straining toward her climax, toward the sensations it would provide her with, a myriad of pleasures that would sweep her up to places
where only the daring went.
Klinger felt himself about to shoot. He picked up his speed, viciously stabbing his prick into her asshole, breathing hard, getting ready to cut loose. Kit sensed his impending release and held on, flying to wait for him.
"Come with me, you beautiful bitch, come with me," Klinger hissed into her eat
Kit scratched at her cut with a fingernail as the director's balls erupted and a thick stream of cum filled her asshole. She gasped and also came, dribbling over her hand as his balls spat into her asshole again. She felt the heat and wetness as she drove her middle finger up into her cunt.
Klinger stopped, moved back, and pulled his cock out of her bung. Kit's cunt gleamed with juice. She stopped finger-fucking herself and enjoyed the last spasms of her orgasm. She was exhausted, but it was the kind of tired that only strenuous sex can induce, a kind of cleansing of the soul. Once again, an all-powerful, purposeful prick had gained not only Kit's thanks but also, and more important, her respect and admiration.
Klinger stuffed his shrinking cock back into his pants as Kit sat an the arm of the couch. She gradually caught her breath.
"Wow," she panted, "do you usually reprimand your wayward starlets this way?"
"Every chance I get," Linger said, slyly smiling. "Now let's have some lunch. We're due back on the set in half an hour."
The mat of the day's shooting went fairly well, with Kit carefully avoiding Claudia Adams as much as possible. Claudia noticed this and smiled at Kit triumphantly, knowing that the young starlet had been put in her place. Then, thankfully, Claudia finished shooting for the day and left the set. Kit found a chair and fell into it, breathing a sigh of it relief.
Lance Westwood, who had been enjoying watching the exchanges between the two women all day, took advantage of a break to reset lights and pulled up a director's chair and sat down next to Kit.
"I see Claudia's up to her usual, lovable tricks," he smiled.
"Why, what do you mean?" Kit said, trying to sound innocent, and knowing full well that Lance and Claudia were rumored to be hot and heavy lovers at the moment.
"Claudia doesn't like competition."
"That's rather obvious," Kit said sarcastically. "But why? I don't understand. She's on top. Streisand and Liza Minelli are the only other females even close to her in salary and box-office draw."
"Sure, she's on top. But she wants to stay there." He paused, looking down at his strong, tanned fingers, seeming to search for just the right words. "You see, Kit… everyone is a potential threat to Claudia. Especially someone with real talent and knock out good looks… like you." He turned and looked at her with those million-dollar, limpid blue eyes that regularly made millions
of women cream their pants just watching him on the screen.
"I… I suppose I should consider that a compliment…" Kit stammered, her own pants starting to cream from the closeness of this incredibly masculine hunk of man.
"Consider it an invitation for dinner tonight," he said, maintaining his steady, soul-searing gaze.
"But, I… I thought you and Claudia were, as they say, an 'item'," Kit said, trying to bring a bit of levity to her voice before it betrayed her completely.
"We have, as they say, an 'understanding'," Lance countered. Did Kit hear a trace of bitterness in his, voice? He caught himself and brightened immediately. "Look, it took a long, hard climb and a hell of a lot of 'B' westerns to get where I am. I'm enjoying my success… and that includes not being tied down to one woman!" When he smiled, those blue eyes sparkled like sapphires. "Unless, that is," he said, turning the sapphires towards Kit, "the right woman were to come along…"
"I'd love to have dinner with you."
Lance unlocked the door and stood aside as a somewhat apprehensive Kit Kingston walked past him into his Malibu beach house. They had had drinks and dinner at Jack's at the Beach, and Lance had suggested they come up to his place for after-dinner brandy.
Now, as Kit entered the large living room, Lance saw her draw up in surprise and pleasure, then hoard her gasp as to gaped at the elaborate decor and experienced the breathtaking view from the room's picture window, a magnificent, unobstructed view of the beach, yacht harbor, and silver-washed Pacific.
She turned to him, face uplifted in pleasure. "It's beautiful. I never realized…"
"I'm glad," he said, and he truly was glad that she appreciated the view as much as he did. This house had been his one haven of sanity in the upside-down world of film making. "Here, let me have your wrap."
When she took it off, her dress gaped open, revealing the delightful twin mounds of softly firm alabaster flesh straining against the interwoven bra of the dress' bodice.
He fought the impulse to bend forward and kiss those warm, visible monuments to femininity, knowing that he would have them, and more, very soon.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, nodding his head towards the immense ten-foot-long, cinnamon-colored bearskin couch in front of the window.
Kit took his invitation at face value. She kicked off her heels and curled up like a kitten in the corner of the couch, feeling the luxurious softness
of its deep cushions, the absolute sensuality of the fin cover tickling her thighs and buff through her nylons and dress.
Lance hung the wrap in a closet and came back with two snifters of Napoleon brandy. He placed them on the low cocktail table before her, then disappeared again. A moment later there was the far-off sound of music, and lights began to dim, until there was only a soft, barely perceptible glow coming from the fixtures in the room.
Lance loomed up beside her in the dimness. She felt the cushion sink downward from his weight. No audible sound was made, they merely touched glasses together and silently sipped.
Kit's heart speeded up its tempo as she felt a gentle hand touch her shoulder, and an arm go around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. She inhaled deeply and experienced a faint, exciting odor of expensive male cologne. She allowed herself to be pressed close against a firm supporting chest and lowered her head against the gold buttons on the double-breasted blue jacket
felt their coolness, felt the sensual softness of the cashmere used to weave his jacket.
Lance felt her warmly resilient body pressed lightly against his own, felt the firm, wonderfully alive muscles of her shoulder beneath his encircling arm, and smelled the fragrance of her perfume and hair. There was a slight tremor to that body.
"Are you cold?" he whispered.
Kit lifted her head from his chest. Her slightly parted lips were only inches from his. She said nothing, but her marvelous green eyes carried a
message of trusting assent. Gently, very gently, Lance bent forward and touched his lips to hers.
His body reacted to that first contact; it rejoiced with the sudden knowledge that this was going to be the best goddamned night in a long, long time. She was going to be good… perfect.
And he'd make sure that it was perfect for her. He was going to play her like a flamenco guitar, bringing low and high notes of pleasure and me and ecstasy from, her… passionate, melodious notes that she didn't even know existed, notes she couldn't have experienced until touched by a master's hand.
He continued to kiss her gently, but there was nothing gentle or soft about the throbbing ache in his sperm-churning balls, or the rising blood that pounded in his rapidly awakening cock and caused hot tingling sensations to race like lightning across its swelling knob.
His kisses became mow heatedly urgent. When his tongue sought her mouth, she opened readily to receive him. The soft strands of her hair tickled his cars, and they were surprisingly effective in intensifying the pulsating ache in his groin. Without removing his lips from hers, he took the glass from her listless fingers and put it on the cocktail table. Now that her hands were free, she immediately raised them and put them behind his head. She slowly moved her hand through his hair as though she were fingering an expensive fur coat.
When Lance began to stroke the satin skin of her shoulder and upper arm, Kit reacted by sucking on his tongue with a force that surprised hint.
Although his motions were designed to be gentle and comforting her fingers moving at the back of his head and her hungry sucking of his tongue increased in urgency.
He become aware that her knee, which had been halfway on the couch before, was now pressed against his midthigh, it was as if she were opening herself to him. He knew that if he put his hand down to her cunt-mound right now, he would find that her pussy was damp, warm, and slippery from her fevered impatience. She was ready now, he thought, completely ready…
He began sliding his hand along her back, down, down, until he could feel the supple curve of pliant flesh where her buttocks began. She moaned when his hand rested there briefly.
He brought his other hand up across the top of her shoulders and then gently dropped it until his fingers were resting on the firmly upthrust mound of her tit. He began to rub in soft little circular motions. He could feel her nipple, hard and erect, beneath the cloth.
Kit gasped and stiffened, then her tongue tried to drive itself down the back of his throat.
Lance continued the caressing, but now his entire hand was making a circular massage of the soft, plaint mound. He could feel her naked warm skin at the top of the bodice, could feel the impatience of her voluptuous young body, and then his fingers slipped down the slight gap in the bodice and cupped her softly heated tit in the palm of his hand.
The fret of her ripened nakedness there caused some of his gentleness
to leave him. His wildly aroused cock was hurting, hammering and pounding as though it were some jack hammer gone berserk. All tenderness gone, Lance took complete command. His hand grasped the fevered flesh of her naked tit and his widespread fingers captured the erotically hardened little bud of her nipple and painfully tweaked it between forefinger and thumb. His tongue worked back and forth in her mouth as tough it were a wet, headless little cock fucking in and out.
Kit was purring loudly from deep within her throat. So wonderful was the contact between hand and tit, that she didn't realize the zipper to her dress had been tugged down in back. Lance pulled the material off her right shoulder to reveal her heaving jug. His mouth pulled away from hers to begin moving slowly down her neck and across her shoulder. Then, teasingly, his tongue quivered once like lightning against her painfully erect nipple.
She moaned in joyous ecstasy when the warm moist oval of his mouth tried to enclose the entire fleshy melon. His mouth sucked, his tongue licked, his teeth nibbled. And now her, left shoulder was bare, too. She held his head at her ripely straining tits as though he were a small child feeding, sucking hungrily as though it were his last meal. An exaltation swept through her momentarily, but this was replaced by the sudden realization that his warmly searching hand had begin a gently, easy stroking of her sensitive inner thighs. She held her breath as his fingers went to the waistband of her panties, swiftly
moved past the elastic barrier, and slipped down her tautly trembling stomach, past the curling strands of her soft, peltlike beaver, to come to rest at the very top of her wetly heated gash.
Then, slowly and tormentingly, his hand moved lower, middle finger extended to part the blonde pussy hair, until his outstretched fingertip came into contact with the hot, slippery little slit of her cunt.
She found herself beginning to tremble violently, while her low moans began sounding in her throat. She loved the sure, deft touch of his hand on her eagerly pulsating cunt; she loved the feel of the strange, bearskin couch against her bare back and shoulders; she loved everything!
Lance slowly worked his middle finger into the moistly quivering passage of her pussy. He used thumb and forefinger to tease the hotly pulsing little bud of her clitoris, playing with it, twirling it between his fingers, bringing loud mewls of ecstatic pleasure from her heatedly aroused young body which was beginning to writhe in lewd anticipation of thing yet to come.
Her breath was coming in hoarse gasping pants now, in rhythm with his middle finger fucking in and out of her wetly steaming cunt-hole. She had relaxed her legs and spread her thighs apart, doing everything to help him.
"Baby," he whispered, taking his mouth from the soft warmth of her tit, "I want you. I want to make love to you… to fuck you!"
She stared deep in his eyes, feeling her heart pounding as though
it were some poor frightened animal trapped in a cage much too small for it, and she breathed, "Oh, yes… yes! Make love to me, Lance… Fuck me. Fuck me!" She moaned loudly and abandoned herself, giving herself completely to his man.
Lance took his mouth from hers and leaned back from her trembling, ripely expectant body. His eyes feasted on the long slender legs and thighs covered by nylons, at the creamy upper thighs, and at her little white bikini panties pulled down just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of golden pussy hair above coral-colored, wetly glistening cunt-lips.
"Stand up Kit," he said suddenly.
"What?"
"Stand up, baby. I'm going to strip you naked." Smiling, she stood fully erect, and her dress, already off both shoulders, fell in a heap on the floor. Her naked tits were there, shilling in the half-light; her soft nylon panties were rolled halfway down over her smoothly curving hips.
Lance gazed at her. She had an absolutely incredible body! Nothing he had ever seen before could top this. His voice surprised him; it sounded alien, hoarse, choked up with desire, when he said, "My God, you're beautiful."
He took a step forward, kneeled in front of her and, with one quick sure motion, pat out both hands and peeled her filmy white panties and nylons the rest of the way down over her lushly rounded butt, down the unblemished ivory columns other thighs and her long tapered legs. He gently lifted her right
leg and disengaged her foot from the panties, and then took them off the other foot.
Still kneeling before her, he looked up… up and saw the softly pouting lips of, her cunt… all rosy and shining from her seeping pussy-juice. With a quick flick of his tongue, he started raining kisses on her legs and thighs, working his way from calf to thigh.
Kit stood there, legs apart, feeling spasmodic jolts of ecstasy surge throughout her nakedly aroused body. She could feel the cool rush of air playing over her sensually awakened buttocks and breasts. She forgot everything else when his hot lips came into contact with the naked flesh of her inner thighs and he used his wetly quivering tongue to lick from the inner part of her thighs clear to her wet beaver. A wild excitement began to burn in her. She had never felt so weak, so helpless. She stood there, waiting for whatever was, to happen next, as Lance's tongue left her pussy and he stood up.
He eased her back onto the couch, then stood again and quickly pulled off shoes and socks, stripped off tie and shirt, and then dropped his pants and undershorts at exactly the same moment. She saw him standing there above her, just as naked as she, his face gazing down at her with unconcealed sexual hunger.
Her eyes traveled down from his handsome face to his broad muscular shoulders, from flat belly to his thick, rigid cock that stood out proudly, like a knight's spear, from his curling patch of crotch hair. Even as she watched
it, his prick jerked, as though it were trying to reach out for her. Its huge purplish head throbbed with an unbelievable virility.
"Do you like it, baby?" Lance asked softly, watching as her body twisted seductively on the bearskin couch.
In answer, Kit reached out for his mammoth rod' and started to draw it towards her lips,
"Mmmmmm… it's beautiful," she moaned as she purred her lips over the spongy knob.
"Oh, baby, yes… suck it, suck it good," Lance whispered above her. His mind was mesmerized as he watched her tongue lick up and down the throbbing stiffness of his shaft. Her mouth was warm and cloying as it wrapped sweetly around the bulbous cock-head and started its long, loud sucking sounds.
She squeezed with both hands around his prick. "This is what I want," she murmured. "Cock, I want your beautiful cock. Fuck my mouth! Fuck my head!"
His hips surged forward. To his amazement she took it all deep into her throat, until he could see her upper lips shoved hard against his crotch hair. He pounded inward with his hips, matching the controlled cadence of her bobbing head.
This was some kind of cunt, he thought, watching her bobbing blonde head at his crotch.
She sucked his cock hard, hollowing her checks and forcing the tip of her tongue into his tiny piss-hole. Lightly, she scraped the tender raw-nerved skin on the top of his cock-head. He jerked, almost coming. She rolled her eyes
up to him, smiling, then returned her complete attention to his Throbbing prick.
She traced the configuration of his cock for several moments, paying particular attention to the ridge that separated its head from the shaft. With her other hand she gently hefted his balls, as though testing them for weight and fullness. She pressed her hand lower, letting her fingers explore the smooth crease of his ass. When she found the puckered entrance, she thrust and wriggled her finger around until she was able to shove it far up his asshole.
Lance gasped at the unexpected source of pleasure. He wound his fingers in her thick hair and drove his huge prick to the back of her throat.
"Oh, baby, I can feel it coming. Now… NOW!" he rasped, his eyes narrowing to needlepoints of desire as he jammed her mouth roughly over the engorged head of his dick. "Work on it, baby! SUCK MY COCK!"
She groaned and sucked even harder as she felt the stream of hot jizz flow down her throat. It excited her, made her own pussy stream with juices, and drove her on and on to satisfy his wildest desires.
Great gobs of cum spurted from his throbbing shaft, wasting her throat as they slithered down to her belly. The more she would jab his asshole with her finger the mare cum his prick would shoot.
On and on she sucked, hungrily licking and swallowing the thick heavy cock-cream that kept spewing from his blood-engorged tool, till the
combination of cum and saliva overflowed her lips and trickled down to the dark vee between her perspiring tilt At last his balls were emptied and he gently pulled his still hard cock from her warm lips.
Lance looked down at her sweat-streaked nakedness. She was taking deep, shuddering breaths of exhaustion and satiation.
"That was beautiful, baby… and now it's going be even better. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to put my cock into your sweet pussy and shoot my load of cum deep in your belly, baby, deeper than anyone's ever been before." He eased her gently back onto the bearskin and hovered above her.
"You do want me to fuck you, don't you?" he said.
"Yes… oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before!" Kit cried.
"Put it in for me," Lance ordered, lowering his lean, powerful hips towards her nakedly expectant body.
Kit reached down for hiss cock. She thrilled as her fingers wrapped around the hot throbbing meat She could feel every muscle, every tendon, every beating vein in that rod. She enclosed his cock tightly in her fist, then stroked it, moving the pliant flesh up and down on the hot shaft, feeling it quickly come to life and regain its former length and pulling hardness.
She stroked the thick bulging rod two or three more times as Lance's hot lips came down on hers. He moaned as he tasted his own cum still on her mouth.
Then she guided the lust-swollen cock-head towards her waiting cunt.
Lance lowered his body a bit more, and his massively erect prick tickled against her beaver. Kit pushed down on it and felt an indescribable jolt of pleasure shoot through her abdomen and inner thighs as the huge, searing knob touched the sensitive, flooded lips of her pussy. She wed the hot bulbous tip to draw little circles of ecstasy around and around her moistly quivering cunt4ips; she moved his dick up and down, feeling it push deliciously against her erect cit. Then she moved it rapidly up and down her moistened far-lined slit, feeling almost as if she were masturbating.
Lance was groaning with impatience. "Open your legs as wide as you can and put my cock in now," he demanded.
Kit sighed, closed her eyes in rapture, and then centered the tip of his cock at the opening to her wetly throbbing cunt Although she wanted his cock to go deep and hard, perversely she heard her own voice saying softly, "Fuck me slow… and gentle… make it last forever.
She felt the head of his massive prick pressing in at her cunt-mouth. Reluctantly, her fingers left the warm trunk of the wonderfully pulsating prick. The pressure at her tightly stretched cunt-lips continued for a moment, then gradually increased in strength until, with a slight wet popping sound, the lust-swollen head slid up inside her hole.
Lance felt the velvet warmth of her pussy enclose the head of his cock. He let the sensation take command of his nerve centers and body control. Kit had
begun a slight little squeezing, sucking motion with her cunt-lips. To Lance it felt as though her deeper abdominal muscles had begun cupping, carrying his cock in deeper, deeper into the hot heart of her love-starved womb.
Kit's eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer rapture of the slow entry. She exalted with each new territory invaded. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, his cock was buried completely.. She could feel the bristles, of the short hair on his softly swaying balls tickling her sensitive asshole. She could feel the massive cock-head buried deep inside of her cunt, throbbing against her cervix. She could feel every fleshy, muscular little ridge of his cock pressing against her hotly quivering cunt walls.
Lance began to withdraw slowly, then thrust inward slowly again. He was moving in and out of her tightly clasping pussy, feeling her milking his prick with her inner muscles. God, he thought, he had never before in his life felt a cunt that fit so perfectly around his cock.
"Fuck me harder now, Lance… harder!" Kit suddenly cried.
"All right, baby. You want it harder, you'll get it harder!"
Abruptly, he reached down and locked his hands beneath his thighs and lifted them until her kneecaps were pressed tightly back against her tits.
"Here it comes, baby!"
He pulled the wetly glistening shaft out until only the head remained. locked between the clasping cunt-lips, them he slammed dawn, down, down… his
long hard cock burrowing far deeper into her fuck-hole than any cock had ever been before.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed in sheer exaltation as his massive prick slammed against the tip of her cervix and went on beyond it deep into the center of her belly. God, his cock was in so deep that it seemed the tip was lodged midway between her navel and tits!
Her cunt felt stretched beyond repair, filled far beyond its capacity. And yet, even as she was thinking all this, she could feel her deeper inner muscles welcoming this invader.
Now, his mouth clamped wetly down over hers, Lance began a slow, fuck-motion between her thighs. Each new powerful thrust inward went to new and previously unexplored depths of her quivering pussy. The blunted head of his cock soon was master of it all, and with each jerking throb, it was a little cannon making tiny explosions which seared her soft, sensitive flesh. His motions soon widened the narrow, plaint passage, and every stroke, either in or not, brought a moan of sheer lust from her throat.
Lance, hearing her mewls, began pounding into her clutching hole with a fury he didn't realize existed. His hips bones crashed into the back of her thighs with each stroke, and his sperm-laden balls smacked into the trembling white smoothness of her upturned butt like a battering ram.
Her body was beginning to wantonly twist and writhe now, and her sounds became one long sustained mewl as she groaned into his mouth and worked her
tongue deep into his throat. She was an animal, she knew she was an animal, and she loved being one. She was the portrait of pure wantonness, her face wrung with passion, nostrils flaring like sonic wild female mare being mounted by a stallion, neck tendons taut as cables, eyes hot and smoky with lust.
Lance slipped his hands down over her hips and slid them beneath the smooth rounded moons of her desperately thrashing buttocks. He cupped them harshly with each hand and began beading Terri like bread dough as he fucked his long hard cock in with ever greater frenzy.
Kit subconsciously flexed and unflexed her straining cunt muscles as his fingers dug deeply into the creamy, supple flesh of her ass. He jerked her harder up to his massive, driving prick, and she spread her nakedly trembling thighs even farther, inviting him to do that he willed as the, hot, moist hole of her cunt spread open in obscene welcome. He pounded into her snatch with a fury, then, without warning changed technique again and began making smooth, longer strokes that drew his cock nearly all the way out of her hotly clasping cunt before plunging forward again into her uplifted loins.
Suddenly Kit knew she was about to come. She fought against the orgasm; she didn't want to come… not yet. All this was too beautiful to end, to change. She tightened up all of her muscles, but that only intensified the hot, all-consuming vibrations that were beginning to reverberate like a gong deep
in the pit of her stomach.
Lance felt the change in her body, felt the madden heating up of her wetly clasping omit, and knew she was rapidly approaching a climax. Beneath him, Kit had begun to chant, "Oh… oh, ohhhhh," with each breath. The knowledge that she was about to come made his own excitement build to a fever pitch; he wanted to come with her, at the same time. Quickening the rhythm of his pistoning thrusts, grinding deep and hard, boring persistently into the hidden recesses of her pussy, he gave her every inch of cock he had on every thrust.
Kit's senses were rapidly leaving her now. There was nothing left except that exquisite pressure building up in her loins. She was only vaguely aware of Lance's lips leaving her mouth to clamp hotly on her right lit, of the feel of his heavily swaying balls hammering at her ravaged whole, of his hands moving across her abdomen to add additional thrills to her erect little clitoris.
"Ohhhhh, Lance… Lance!" she wailed. "Fuck harder! I'm coming! I'M COMMMMINNNNGGG! I"
She punched her nakedly writhing hips up, seeking one last ecstatic thrust before the dam inside of her broke.
His hotly throbbing cock was a huge battering ram slamming into her, and the vibrations from the blows made her tingle all over. This all had to be a dream… it was all too beautiful to be true. Then, gradually, the dam crumbled and the wave of ecstasy was flooding down over her.