"I can't refuse a lady," Cliff grinned.
Terri bent over and quickly closed her lips around the head of his prick. The big rod was as hard as a bar of steel and felt as if it were on fire.
Her tongue flicked back and forth over the spongy head and then she began to take more and more of the huge cock into her straining throat. Her head bobbed up and down as she swallowed the mammoth tool, farming hollows in her cheeks as she sucked harder and harder on the pulsing hunk of male meat.
Then she held just the bulbous, cock-head between her lips, slipping the tip of her tongue into the tiny eye in the head, and swirling it around.
"Oh, baby… much more of that and you'll have a load of cum in your lovely throat," he rasped. "Let me put it in your pussy."
"Hurry, lover… hurry," Terri said, lying down flat on her back again. She needed to get fucked hard and fast and that was just the way he was ring to give it to her.
He took his stiff prick in his hand and guided it to her waiting pussy-lips. He poised the knob at her cunt-mouth for an agonizing second, driving them both wild with anticipation, then lunged forward, feeling his dick slip in as if tracked by radar. Her labes were clinging to his meat, a million tongues pulling at his prick, stimulating him and turning her, on as well.
Now Cliff was all the way into her pussy, fucking her slowly and carefully, feeling every pulsating inch of her clasping cunt, turning him on to the limits of his endurance.
Then he began to fuck her harder and faster. She raised up slightly so she could look between them and watch her cunt sliding up and down on the cock that was now ramming into her without mercy. The sight inflamed her. She locked her legs around his ass and ran her hands up and down his back, digging her nails into Cliff's skin, driving him to even greater passion. They established a common fuck-rhythm, and both could feel their passion rising by the second.
Terri bucked back and forth, almost dislodging his cock, but he leaned all his weight onto her body, feeling her tits crush up against his hairy chest, her nipples taut, almost unbearably sensitive.
Suddenly, Cliff pulled his cock completely out of her cunt.
"Roll over," he rasped, his voice full of lust.
Without questioning, Terri did as he asked. Then she knew what he was going to do. She had never been fucked in the ass before, but she wanted it, wanted to experience a new sex sensation.
She bent slowly forward on her, hands and knees until her full, ripe tits were swaying beneath her. Her palms were planted firmly on the blanket, digging into the sand.
Cliff stand at the voluptuous bulges of her ass-cheeks for just a second before reaching out and grasping them firmly. He parted the soft globes and eased closer and closer with his big, red-headed cock. It glistened with the slick coating she had given it. Her bung tightened visibly in the deep crease between the cheeks he split apart.
His prick slid between her parted cheeks and nudged her asshole. She moaned and trembled and sighed. And held herself steady, waiting.
He pushed. She groaned and tensed her arms, holding herself ready.
She felt it then, coming and coming, pushing and pushing, until the big hot knob was slowly opening her shitter. It felt sharp, rather than all smooth and round. She gasped and clutched the blanket. Concentrating with every nerve and sinew of her body on relaxing, on being loose, on her desire to let his cock in, to help it in, to suck up his hard thick tool until it was buried deep in her ass.
Her mouth dropped open. The great pole was drilling steadily in, pulsing and throbbing and stirring her bowels. Her beautiful butt was high in the air, thrust enticingly up to receive his incoming meat.
He pushed. His fingers made little depressions in the magnificent ovals of flesh he held parted around the relentless shaft he shoved into her tiny asshole. He went in slowly, watching his progress, enjoying the sight of his prick as it got shorter and shorter. More and more of it disappeared into her butt.
Then her head snapped up and she emitted a grunting squeal, feeling his thick cock dip deeper into her ass, and deeper. Her nostrils quivered. Her dangling tits swung and bounced. They were thick and heavy, nakedly swinging beneath her and brushing the rough blanket with their distended tips.
The feel of that big prick oozing up her asshole brought deep warmth to her stoppered, longing cunt, until the hanging lips drooled. His hands held the globes of her ass firmly, keeping them well parted and open.
His cock sank steadily, with agonizing, titillating maddening slowness, into slippery warmth. Grinding in, inflexible and huge and dominating. Total master, for that moment, of her ass, of her body, of her mind.
His cock was in. His hairy crotch was jammed against her buns. His hard cock-meat had vanished, all the way to the balls, into her tightly clinging asshole. He held it there. Huge and hot inside her, his cock was up her asshole. And he bent forward to reach around her.
She felt his hands on her lower belly, felt his fingers groping over her cunt-lips and then trying to push into her steaming cunt. She groaned. Balancing on one forearm, she reached back under herself to touch his balls. She stroked and cupped them. Then her fingers contacted the base of his hard-on, speared in her butthole. And now he began to move, slipping his dick in and out of her hot, wet, crowded shitter.
She clung to the base of his prick, but had to release it to maintain her balance on the shifting sand. He was pulling far back and ramming in again, deeply up her asshole, in drives so fierce she was almost knocked over.
She accepted his drives, recovered from them gasping, and ground her body back against his, writhing in surging passion as his cock swooped steadily in and out of her tight bung. She squealed and bucked madly, jerking and shuddering in delight. She knew her cunt was creaming and flowing even as her ass-tunnel loosened around his prick. But she felt every long inch of it as his rod pumped in and out of the tightness of her grasping ass.
Her belly strained and tightened. Her asshole was being treated like a pussy, fucked like a tight cunt, just as hard and deep. And it was willing, loose, open, swallowing his cock-shaft every time it jammed in and pulled out. The rock-hard length of him rammed in and out of her shitter, tunneling with increasing ease into the hot, humid, hole.
She fucked back just as strongly. Groaning and gasping. Pushing all her weight back against his impaling rod.
Then they were both there. Screaming and writhing through their mutual come, jism and cunt-juice mixed together to form rivers in Terri's pussy hair and drip in streams onto the blanket beneath them.
Terri closed her eyes and let her orgasm run its course. One spasm followed another and soon she felt as though she had blacked out. The sweat was pouring off her lovely body and she could hardly remember how it has all happened. Cliff's cock continued to spew hot, molten cum with all the force of a water cannon. It seemed that he would never stop coming, that there was an endless supply of hot salty fizz locked up in his balls, clamoring for total release.
But then, just a few seconds later, she felt his incredible lust begin to wane, and he fell breathless and totally spent onto her satiated form.
"Now that's what I call a fuck," he gasped.
"I have to hand it to you, Reynolds, you have great taste in women." George Steinburg was freshening their drinks again, and eyeing the naked bodies of Kit and Sandra on the sun deck. "That Kit is quite a looker."
"Thank you, sir. I quite agree with you," Michael replied, following his gaze.
"Can she act?" George asked.
Michael paused, looking at him over the rim of his glass. "Does it matter?" he replied.
George looked sharply at him for minute, then a wide grin creased his face. "You know me too damn well," he laughed. George Steinburg had a reputation in the industry of choosing leading ladies who were long on tits and short on talent. "Is there anything serious between you two?"