More Love To Come

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body. His hands reached out for her, clasped her head between them, firmly enough so that she could
feel it but not so firmly as to inhibit her movements.
Finally her mouth moved up the last few inches of his crotch until her lips brushed lightly against the hair
on his balls. She gathered a bundle of the pubic hairs with her tongue, clenched them between her teeth
and tugged at them gently. A sensation like an electric shock shot through Mike's testicles; it was as if
someone had put his balls on to boil. He could feel the semen gurgling and bubbling in his glands,
straining, begging for release. His prick had swelled to unbelievable proportions-he took one hand from
Cindy's head and began to stroke it softly. "Ohhhh, Cindy," he moaned. "Lick me, Cindy. Eat me. Don't
stop."
By now Cindy's playing had made him weak with desire. He placed his hands under her armpits, gently
stretching her out on the floor below him. For a moment he just stood there, massaging his dick,
watching Cindy writhe on the floor with her breasts heaving and her hips undulating. How beautiful she
was, he thought, and soon that lush body would be his He would drown himself in her, fill her to the brim
of her oscillating pussy, fill her with his eight inches of love.
Mike dropped to his knees, straddling the girl, and lowered himself down until his balls dangled just
above her mouth. He wanted to be licked by her, to feel the hard tip of her tongue as she lapped at his
nuts, carrying him further and further into this insanity of sex. Mike had not known that there was
pleasure like this to be had anywhere in the world.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Cindy purred as Mike's balls touched her quivering lips, their warmth and softness
sending shivers of delight scurrying through her body. She made a moist pad of her tongue, broadening it
as far as she could, cupping it to form a container for Mike's huge balls. Then she compressed her
tongue until it formed a hard point, skated it along the underside of his testicles and up the back toward
his anus, up and back, up and back, tasting the musty sweat of sex.
Mike brought one hand around behind him, ran his fingers along her moist, glistening inner thighs to the
warm damp patch of her pussy. He spread her lips wide with his index and ring fingers, used his middle
finger to rub her clitoris. At this Cindy began to shake and moan. Oh lord, she thought, no one has ever
turned me on like this, no one. Never again would she judge a man by his occupation-this cop was the
sexiest thing she had ever encountered. What he was doing to her! She had never dreamed that anyone
could excite her so.
She had a sudden urge to do something entirely new, to feel Mike's cock in the one place where she
was still a virgin. She turned herself over, raised herself onto her hands and knees, rammed her ass into
Mike's rigid prick. "There?" she screamed. "Do it there! Oh please, please fuck me in my asshole!"
The raunchy vulgarity of her screams excited Mike as much as her tongue had. He knew that she was
half-crazy with lust now, that she was totally his captive, that he could do anything he wanted to her.
What the hell, he thought, let's give her what she wants. He began to rub his outstretched prick along the
crack in her ass, lubricating her with the hot sperm that leaked down from his blood-filled tip.
"Ohhhh, yes," she breathed. "Yes. Yes! YES!"
Now Mike took his hands and spread her cheeks wide apart. The tiny entrance to her rectum throbbed
in front of him, pinkish brown and shiny with moisture. No matter how many men she's had before, he
thought, no one has ever been here. The thought of fucking her in her virgin ass made Mike's eyes shine;
his desire, which had welled up in him until it almost reached the breaking point, climbed still higher, his
breathing had become a rasping moan. He wedged the tip of his dick in between her cheeks, rubbed her
asshole with it-then this contact made him forget all caution, all thoughts of gentility. He had to be inside
of her, he had to have her right now!
Suddenly, without any further preparation, Mike plunged the entire length of his dick into Cindy's
asshole. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!," she screamed as the huge rod burrowed into her, filling her,
stretching her, splitting her, nearly tearing her apart The pain was excruciating, but she was so mad with
lust for him that the pain only excited her further. If he was going to tear her apart, then he should go
right ahead, just as long as he kept on thrusting into her, filling her with his huge rod.
Mike held himself still for a moment, feeling the walls of her asshole close around him, milking him;
allowing her to feel the steady throbbing of his prick. Then slowly he began to move himself in and out,
marveling as her anus stretched to accommodate him. The round hills of her buttocks grazed him as he
stroked in, squeezed him as he moved out. Faster and faster he went, plunging into her, withdrawing,
plunging again, all the time working toward what he knew would be the most incredible climax of her life.
By this time Cindy, too, was nearing her orgasm. The stroking of Mike's prick had made her nearly faint
with pleasure, made her rock her hips violently in time with his movements, slamming her ass against his
body, making slapping sounds as they collided with him. Now that her moment was near, she wanted to
draw it out as long as possible, but she was beyond all control.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Jesus, oh my GOD, I'm coming," she yelled. "I'm COMMMMMMMING!"
"I'm coming too," screamed Mike.
They held still, locked like two animals as Mike poured his steaming sperm into Cindy's rectum. She
twitched spasmodically with each pulse of Mike's cock, tossing her head wildly as the hot semen flowed
through her. Never before, she thought as she collapsed on the floor. Oh, God, never before!
"By the way," gasped Mike as he collapsed beside her, "my name's not Johnson."
Chapter 6
Steve Paul knocked at the office door, trying to contain his anxiety as he waited for the answering,
"yeah?"
"Jay," he called through the door, "it's Steve. Could I see you a minute?"
Jay Snyder mumbled under his breath. Interruptions, he said to himself. Always these god damned
interruptions. "Not now, Steve," he said. "I'm busy as hell."
Not too busy for this, Steve thought. "Jay," he said, "it's pretty important."
Snyder sighed. Something like this always happened when he was doing his most enjoyable work, which
consisted of thumbing through photos of naked girls, trying to decide which ones might be better suited
for prostitution. "Personnel management," Snyder called it, although in other circles it would be called
something different, "white slavery" for instance.
"OK, Steve," he said. "Come on in."
The door opened and Steve Paul came in. He was impeccably dressed, as usual, wearing a
wide-lapeled pinstripe suit, a flashing pink shirt, a wide red and white striped tie, and the light blue shoes
that were his trademark, his badge of identification. Steve was always careful to maintain his calm,
knowledgeable front, so that the legitimate businessmen he dealt with would not guess at his real
vocation: sex and perversion.
"Jay," he said, "we've got problems."
"You're telling me we've got problems," said Snyder. "The first problem is that I can't get any god [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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