"Oh, George, you fuck nice!" she whispered, reaching down to clasp his ass with her hands, trailing her fingers in his crack and feeling the wrinkles of his asshole sensuously with her fingertips. "But I'm afraid… I'm going to… come again… quick! Oh, squirt it, George!" She stiffened, pulling at the cheeks of his ass and probing his asshole with a finger as her body again shuddered and jerked.
He loosed a series of hot blobs in her, feeling the extra jerks of her reaction to them and the matching sharp moans as she acknowledged the shots.
The come washed out around his moving prick and he fucked it back into her with what was left of his erection. When he was quite limber, she stopped shuddering; there was only an occasional twitch as her spasms faded.
He pulled out of her and flaked out on the sheet at her side. She took several deep breaths, then let out a loud sigh as she rolled over to face him.
"You play second fiddle to no one!" she said fervently. "And you're my special vet from now on, Doctor… I'm liable to call you whenever my pussy has a fever!"
"Come on, Big Dick!" Dorothy Lambert said, taking Harlan's hand and pulling him toward the stairs. "Dottie has two hungry mouths to feed, and it's mealtime!"
They went up and entered a bedroom, Harlan stripping first, then Dot. She wet her lips lustfully as she stared at the heavy hang of his meat. She had squealed her discomfort the first two times he had pronged her, but she had come to love the fat cock for the way it stretched her cunt, massaging all her grooves to perfection.
Dot sat on the bed, her legs close together, ready to play a game the two of them had developed since they had been swapping. Harlan walked over, his trim muscular body contrasted by the fat tube of flesh that swung as he approached her.
"What've you got under that pile of straw?" he asked, reaching a finger into the golden hairs of her lower belly.
"A big hole!" she told him with a smug, little girl expression.
"What's the hole for?" he queried.
"It's an animal trap," she replied.
"What kind of animals are you after?" he asked.
"My hole's just the right size for an elephant," she said.
He took her legs in his hands, tipped her back on the bed, and spread her wide open; bending his face down, he licked into the wet gash and slid his tongue into her hole, wiggling it around and making it fuck her for several seconds.
"I don't think so," he told her. "It may be deep enough, but you need a wider opening than that for an elephant. Let me help you make it a little bigger."
He had become rigid as he talked, and now he placed the fat tip of his cock against the slippery mouth of her hole, then drove into her. The breath whooshed out of her, and she grunted as he hit bottom, his big bag of nuts pressed into the wet outer lips of her twat and the crack of her ass.
"Ha! You're wrong!" she cried, gasping at the fullness of his prick swelling her sheath so magnificently. "Because I just caught one! I can feel his trunk, even if I can't see it!"
"Oh, fuck his trunk!" Harlan growled.
"You know… I think I win!" she said. Her ass began to lift off the sheets as she fucked up at him, her cunt working at the big hunk of meat with wet greed. Harlan raised his ass to give her a bit more range, and she soon was screwing up into him fiercely.
"Christ! What a fuck-box you have there, Dottie!" he moaned. She had expanded enough now to get her constrictor muscles into play. At the top of every stroke, she tightened her cunt, then held it snugly around his meat as she dropped away, milking his prick brutally. "It's like a hungry calf," he told her.
"It's hungry, all right!" she gasped. "And it's going to… suck you off until… it gets a hot meal!"
She pounded up at him, her cunt oozing juice at every stroke, her hands puking on the cheeks of his ass in a desperate struggle to stuff herself fun of cock. She was breathing harder now, with the effort of her fucking and the swift increase of her passion.
"Gotta rest, Big Dick!" she gasped finally. "Fuck that horse cock into me!"
He took over the action, his ass rising and falling like a pile driver, plowing the fat prick through the slippery sheath of her vagina, stretching it tight and frictioning the walls constantly with the big knob.
"Ooh, you sweet, juicy cunt!" he groaned, sliding his hands under her ass and prodding her puckered asshole with a deft finger. "Eat hearty, the nest meal goes into Dottie's asshole!"
He wiggled the tip of his finger into the wrinkled softness of her winkie as he spoke. Dot squealed at the shock, delivered at the moment that she was visualizing her asshole being tom apart by his massive prick.
"Oh, Har!" she cried, carried to her limit by the fantasy of taking his cock in her rear. "Empty your balls!" She convulsed tightly around him as the first quake tore over her. As a more intense spasm hit, she farted squeakily around his probing finger and moaned loudly.
Harlan filled her cunt with a savage drive and spewed globs of his semen into the greedy maw. She bucked under him, her ass doing wild things as she sought to swallow the meal – come, cock and all – in the gulps of her convulsions.
He emptied himself of the final gushes, then pinned her there as he tightened his sphincter, swelling the big knob against her innermost walls several times. She shrieked at the ultimate ecstasy and lay there, quivering like an impaled butterfly.
Harlan pulled out of her, slipping his finger out of her constantly spasming asshole at the same time. He knee-walked over the springy bed until his softened prick dangled at her lips
"Wanna lick the limber timber, Dottie?" he asked her. She opened her passion-thickened eyelids, stared up at him, then reflected a lustful light in her eyes. Her head turned, and her ripe lips took the dripping knob and sucked it into her mouth
He clenched his teeth at the voluptuous torture while she sucked the last string of come out of him He pulled away, and she licked at the smeary shaft, cleaning it from knob to base. Then she licked the sticky come from his balls until he had to roll away from her and lie down to rest.
Dot made satisfied sounds and wiggled contentedly into the sheet as if she were a bitch dog making a nest in the straw. Her hand was pressed to her cunt in an attempt to provide just enough stimulus to prolong her afterglow
"Mm-m-m-m… nice!" she whispered.
"Tell your little asshole to think big!" he said. "Give it the fifteen minutes I'm resting, to get used to the idea."
"I'll clue you, my large-peckered friend," she said. "This girl's asshole is never going to get used to the idea of being tom up by that monster!"
"You mean I'm not going to get to put my roast in your rear oven?" he asked in an exaggerated tone of disappointment.
"You're not going to need an oven," she said. "I'm gonna eat that son of a bitch raw!"
"That's what I'm afraid of… it was raw after you ate it the last time!"
"Okay… no teeth today… I promise."
"In that case, you can crawl down there and start sucking off the women-splitter right now. I'm getting the jumping hots just thinking about your sweet lips on my knob!"
Dot didn't hesitate; she was still feeling the warm inner tingles of her climax, and the exciting taste of his come was still in her mouth. She maneuvered into the vee he quickly made of his legs, then began licking the limp blimp of his cock with a saliva-dripping tongue.
It hardened slowly, and she had licked and sucked his shaft and balls considerably by the time it erected to stand on its own. Dot made a moist, rubbery "O" of her lips, then slipped the fleshy ring over the tip of his knob. He gasped as thrills rippled over his balls and through his groin, then groaned as she began to slide up and down on his meaty pole.
"Oh-h! That's my Dottie!" he said hoarsely. "Pump it out, baby… work it loose and suck it out…"