Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Afrodite (MF? cons, oral, anal)
Date: 1 Oct 1995 23:54:05 GMT

			       Afrodite

	I was kind of beat from repairing the dock and it was as good
a time as any to take a break. With some beer, I canoed to Rock
Island. Few people bother with it, so I enjoy going there for the
privacy. I got out of my clothes and into the water. Refreshed, I laid
on my towel in the shade of a tree, and drank a cool can of beer.
Secure in my privacy, I dozed off.

	"You are beautiful." The softly spoken words broke the
tranquility of my nap. Startled, I opened my eyes, blinking while they
focused. In front of me stood an exceedingly ripe girl, as young and
naked as I. The large brown eyes and sexy pouting lips could melt the
hearts of men. Her abundant breasts were prominent projectiles, high
on her chest in defiance of gravity, capped with outrageously puffy
areoles. A tiny round tummy gently flared to narrow hips and
deliciously thick, meaty muscular, high buns on endless legs. Could
this delightful 34D-22-34 package be real or but a cruel dream?

	Now, I've been called handsome but, no one ever said I was
beautiful before. I wanted to say something clever, but was
speechless, to say the least. Breaking my trance, she seated herself
on the beach towel cross- legged facing me and asked for a beer.
Nodding, I opened two cans. Her creamy smooth skin was flushed from
the heat, glistening with moisture. Beads of perspiration slowly
rolled between her ample breasts to the lovely pink quim, slightly
gaping by the way she sat. My manhood, denying my efforts to remain
casual, began to show off. "Mmmmm! I think your body likes me," she
giggled. "I'm glad. You have... sooo much... to like."

	While biting her lower lip, she slid the cold can of beer up
and down her gash, quietly muttering how nice it felt. Her belly
spasmed, gently heaving her luscious chest. Long nipples, as thick as
my thumb, quickly grew from the jumbo puffy areoles, as did my manhood
at the sight. She leaned forward and left a cold wet kiss on my love
knob, electrifying my nuts. I reached out to her but she was on her
feet in an instant.

	"I must go." Her dimpled ass wiggling, she dashed to her
canoe. "Wait!" I called. She blew me a kiss then paddled off without
a word. My semi-erect cock swayed heavily as I watched, disappointed,
the canoe disappear.

	A week passed, filled only with sweet dreams of the pleasures
we didn't share. Then early one evening as I strolled on the dock, I
saw a light on Rock Island, a small fire winking. In a flash, I was in
my canoe paddling.

	I arrived at Rock Island, tied up, and almost ran up the rock.
She was there, adding twigs and dry grass to a cozy fire. The fire had
been cleverly built in a hollow of the rock. It could only be seen
from my direction. She wore a loose white silk shirt and shorts, and
looked as magnificent as she had that other afternoon.

	"Hi," I said. "I've been looking for you."

	"I know. Come sit," she said, patting a space on the rock. "I
brought some things and can stay awhile." Behind her was a blanket,
picnic basket, bottle of wine and two glasses standing in the shade.

	We sat close to each other and talked for a while, though each
time I tried to ask about her, her name, where she was staying, she
would change the subject. "All these questions! Come, let us eat and
drink."

	With that, she got up with a graceful fluid motion and walked
to the blanket. She handed me the wine bottle and corkscrew. It was my
favorite, like she knew. I opened the bottle, poured, then touched
glasses. "To us, and the moment" she murmured. I sat with my back
against the tree, and she slid over and leaned her back against my
raised knees, half facing me.

	I reached for her chin and drew her to me. This time she
didn't draw away, but brought her face to mine with softly parted
lips. I traced her lips with my tongue, then gently explored her
mouth. I sucked her tongue ever so gently, and she moaned softly. My
left hand played with her soft, long hair, following it down to her
right breast. She began to hum again.

	I opened the buttons of her blouse, and she took my hand in
hers and pressed it firmly under her shirt. I gently cupped and
caressed a luscious breast, then kneaded the jewel that crowned it.
Tonguing the incredibly puffy areoles, they quickly transformed into
exceedingly thick long nipples far better suited to nursing lovers
than babies. Purring, she undid my pants, her fingers caressing my
manhood. "So," she said, "we are as we were when we first met." This
time it was I who murmured, "You are beautiful!"

	"It's nice that your body likes mine so much. I've never seen
one so big." My manhood curved proudly upward, saluting her beauty, no
small task considering its prodigious proportions. Fondling my nuts,
each filling a hand, her big eyes looked into mine as she cooed "you
must be blessed."

	If the truth be known, I thought it more a handicap than a
blessing. Most of the girls I've known found it more uncomfortable
than pleasant, their lust for size not equal to their capacity.
Drawing her to me, the hard tips of her nipples drilled into my chest
as my spear eased past her quim and puckered anal rosebud. Nestled in
the cleft of her derriere, she clamped her buns tightly around my
stiff limb and her hands grasped my buns and pulled hard, grinding my
groin against her copious clit.

	Sinking down on the blanket, I blew gently on her lovely quim,
her clit quivered and breasts heaved with excitement, purring. Her
hands grasped my head and drew it between her parted thighs. Burying
my face in the soft love lips, I probed the hidden treasures with my
tongue. I was intoxicated with the perfume of her arousal. Her back
arched, writhing and whimpering, I drank of the nectar of the gods.

	Her skin was glowing, radiant. Her fingers gently traced the
length of my manhood from the rubbery knob along the thickly veined
shaft to my balls. Taking one nut in each hand, she fondled the goose
egg size nuts and cooed "bet these could pleasure a harem without
running dry." She played with me, touching, stroking and squeezing.
She drew her tongue along the underside of my spear then deeply probed
the opening with her tongue. Several times she brought me to the
brink, but never over. My sack was swollen taught with excitement,
crying for release, and she knew it. In a whisper, almost childlike,
she said "I think I'd like you inside me now."

	"Oh, yes?" I teased, playfully.

	"Don't tease!" she pleaded. "Fill me with your magnificence.
Anoint me with your seed."

	Giving me no time to reflect on her odd words, she quickly
straddled me. Guiding my weapon with her hand, she parted the moist
lips to her tunnel of love with the bloated knob. With amazing ease,
the tiny pink passage to her soul blossomed, quickly gobbling the 2
inch crown of my weapon. Withdrawing an inch, then slithering down two
inches, again and again in an exquisite slow plunge until her beauty
completely swallowed my proud 13 inch sword.

	Rubbing her abdomen, just below and between her boobs, in a
choppy voice, she whispered, "It's hard to breath, I am so full of
you." Smiling, she leaned forward, placing her hands one on my pecs
for support. Her boobs were lifted and squeezed together. I almost
popped my rocks at the sight. Her nipples looked about to pop off of
over filled balloons about to burst. My hands quickly caressed the
bloated orbs. Slowly I stroked the inch long knobs as if whacking off
miniature penises. Thus we stayed for minutes, coupled but not
fucking, me savoring her incredible delights and she glorified in the
fullness of me deep within her.

	Flushed from my nipple assault, she arched her back, easing my
weapon even deeper into her body. Reaching around her back to my
family jewels, she firmly massaged a nut in each hand. My sword
acknowledged approval, pulsing involuntarily. "Mmmm," she murmured.
"That was nice! Do it again?" Contracting my muscles so my wiener
squirmed again, her body responded, squeezing my lance within her.

	"Uuhh. Do that again." She did. Smiling, she began slow
rhythmic contractions, moving me around deep inside her belly, without
any outward movement. My rock hard tool pulsed eagerly in response,
increasing the internal motion. Raising my head, I put my lips to the
jumbo raisin on her right tit and began a digital assault on the
nipple-like clit throbbing against the root of my manhood. "Ohhh," she
sighed, "That's incredible. I love when you do that."

	Rocking on my chest, she slowly raised her body exposing more
and more of my shaft until only her love lips kissed my knob. My shaft
was slick and shiny, glistening with her love juices. The air felt
cool on my heated tool but was quickly seared as she descended full
length, grinding her groin into mine. She quickened the pace and
continued long stroking for several minutes as I rolled her nipples in
my fingers. She looked so graceful and at ease with this rigorous
exercise, I understood now the source of strength in her thighs and
buns. Her luscious body wasn't built merely to be fucked, no sir, it
was truly built to fuck.

	Stopping on a down stroke, she opened her eyes and smiled.
"How am I doing, big guy?" I smiled my approval, nothing more needed
to be said. She extended her legs, one at a time, so she was lying
full upon me. She brought her legs together, between mine, clasping me
within. Raising herself on her hands, she deeply arched her back and
gently and amazingly rocked her hips full length on my raging member.
Her ripe breasts swung gently, teasingly just inches from my lips. It
was wonderful, no other woman having been able to do that, considering
my rather prodigious 13 inch length. Holding her tightly with my arms,
I rolled over so that she was now beneath me. She slid her feet behind
my knees and gently raked my back and buns with her finger nails.
Withdrawing my weapon completely, I teased her puffy love lips and
inflamed clit with quick, short jabs only the length of my love knob.

	"Mmmm, mmmm, ooooo," she murmured. Then I plunged full length
in a single slow stroke. "OOhhhh!" I repeated the three jab and one
long plunge rhythm. "Uh... More." she begged, oh... oh... oh...
ohhhhhh. She drew her knees to her breasts and her calves over my
shoulders, totally exposing her fragrant womanhood to my lust. My
raging spear, with this new position, ventured even deeper than
before. "Oh... oh... oh... ohhhhh... , oh... oh... oh... ohhhhh... ,
oh... oh... oh... ohhhhh!"

	Her belly began to flutter and spasm, her love tunnel became a
volcano, heaving and convulsing. Pounding harder, my throbbing member
rubbed past her inflamed love-bud with each lengthy stroke. My heavy
nuts beat against her buns; my short hairs tickling the pink pucker
between. "Nnnnng... mmmmm... oh... oh... oh... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The
depth of her orgasm was incredibly exciting. Her skin became radiant,
her eyes glazed. Nipple nectar beaded on the tips of her nubs, so
erect, they seemed about to burst. "Ohhh... please... mmmm... you
too", she begged.

	"No, not yet. I want... ahhhh... you to have... mmmmm...
another." I lifted one of her legs over my head, and turned her.
Still coupled, we maneuvered so that she was on her knees and elbows,
back arched with her magnificent buns raised toward me. I reached
around and under her, firmly twisting, pulling and milking a lengthy
nipple in each hand. We renewed pounding into each other, my balls
hammered almost painfully against her throbbing clit. She reached back
and grasped my testicles, one in each hand, firmly squeezing and
pulling them in harmony with my thrusts. "I bet these seed makers can
go on forever, they're soooo big and heavy. Someday I'll have a son
like you who can give so much to his love."

	I brought my hands to her back, scratching it gently. Then I
moved them down, my fingers tracing her spine down to the valley
between the dimpled globes of her rump, then massaged and kneaded the
firm globes.

	I watched, totally fascinated, how easily her slender body
accommodated my abundant manhood, almost like they were made for each
other. How her flesh wrapped around me, clinging to me as I withdrew
though reluctant to let go, then turning inward again. The sight was
too much.

	My thumb teased her pink anal pucker. Wet with the overflow of
her passion, my thumb parted the bud and plunged deep. "Yes!...
ohhh... mmmm." She squirmed and moaned in yet another convulsive
orgasm, driving back onto me. The love juices deep in my sac began to
boil over.

	"Gah!... Nng!... Ohhh!" I involuntarily responded. Again and
again my cannon fired. Seconds turned to minutes, it just kept
cumming. I felt transported. There was nothing but our bodies, joined
and sharing a rapture eternal. Gently, still coupled, we sank together
onto the blanket.

	"Mmmm, don't stop." She pressed her legs together, trapping my
softening member within her. "I didn't think it could be that good,
the first time," she whispered. "It's supposed to take practice,
getting to know each other."

	"That's what they say," I replied. "Perhaps there still is
Magic in the world." I kissed her shoulder. She giggled slightly.

	"That's not fair. I can't kiss you, lying this way. But if we
move, you will slip out, and I still want you inside me."

	"Then be still and let me kiss you."

	"But I can't see you either."

	"It's getting dark, anyway."

	"The moon has risen. It is nearly full tonight. It will be
bright enough to see. Let me turn over." I let her. She took my face
in her hands and kissed me. I held myself up on my elbows, not to
crush her, but she put her arms around me and hugged me hard. She
reached out and pulled the basket closer. "I'm hungry, are you?"

	"Yes, and thirsty. Where's the wine?"

	We ate and drank, lounging closely together. I could not keep
my hands from her body. Her breasts tantalized and drew me to them.
She did not object, in fact enjoyed the attention.

	I wondered how we could be so easily at home with each other,
our first time together, and hardly knowing a thing about each other.
I was astounded how it didn't seem to matter at all. I was content to
be with her, to touch her delightful skin, to hear her voice, and just
to be in her presence.

	"I am filled first with you and then your seed" she giggled.
Pressing on her abdomen, just above her bush, expelled a continuous
stream of thick white ooze from her love lips. "Look how much flows
from me. There is enough seed to populate a nation. Do you always make
so much?"

	"Not usually," I laughed. "It is you that makes my body give
so much."

	Gazing at my softened manhood, she cooed, "I hope we haven't
worn it out... the night is still young. Let's wash off in the lake."

	We splashed and played in the water until the cold numbed our
toes. We walked back up onto the warm stone, drying in the light
breeze.

	"I'm still hungry" she smiled at my soft, yet thick, 10 inch
manhood.

	"I'm ready when you are."

	"Well, let's see." She took my thick hose in her hand, and
squeezed it. The knob plopped out from its sheath and she quickly
pounced upon it with a luscious lip lock. She nibbled and sucked, the
bulbous 22 inch glans filling her mouth. This time it was I who
moaned. In moments, it grew to a raging 13 inch length and the shaft,
like an overgrown cucumber, to a bloated 3 inches across in the
middle. With both hands wrapped around the base, she continued her
oral attack on the glans, like a child savoring a jumbo lollipop. I
reached my hand to her round rump and played there, gently teasing the
pink puckered anal blossom, firmly kneading the compact globes.

	She straddled my face, bringing her musk to my nostrils. I
teased her clit with the tip of my tongue, delighting in its enormity,
then sucked and nibbled it like a ripe nipple. My tongue explored
further, probing the soft pink pucker nestled between her firm buns.
After just moments of teasing, the anal aperture blossomed. Worming my
tongue deep, a deep growl of delight escaped her lips.

	She was not idle, either. Taking first one of my balls into
her mouth and sucking it, then the other, then returning her attention
to my shaft. Then she did a most remarkable thing, with her teeth she
ever so gently began to gnaw on my shaft head. The sensation was
incredible! "Mmmm," I moaned, my tongue vibrating in her anus.
Returning my oral attention to her button, I worked a middle finger
into each aperture, burying them to the fist. "Ummm, mmmm," her lips
hummed around my spear. Returning the new found thrill, she wormed a
finger into my rear, gnawing at me all the while. We both began to
moan and hum, the vibrations adding to the stimulation. I felt the
flood beginning. She saw it, too, and quickly squeezed the base of my
cock firmly, preventing the release of cum. I could feel my balls
swell with the build up. I thought my skull would explode!

	At last her body began quaking in violent orgasm and with a
loud squeal of joy, she released the dam. Working my spear with both
hands and sucking hard on the bellowing glans, she eagerly gulped the
flood.

	My fingers were clamped tightly in her body by the spasms that
shook her. Her musky wetness covered my face. Her button danced on my
tongue.

	Once again we had reached the pinnacle together, and I was
transported not only by my own pleasure, but by hers as well. When at
last she released the grip she held on my fingers and my spear,
leaving a last kiss on her love-bud, I slid myself around to face her,
and lying on our sides, we held each other tightly and kissed, our
bodies still trembling.

	"See, she whispered, half into my parted lips, "You were not
empty after all. And now you will be part of me forever."

	"And you of me," I replied, sucking my fingers.

	"We seem already part of each other," she said. "I still can't
believe it's our first time together! It seems almost that we have
been together before, often, long ago, and are at last rejoined." She
laughed then and said, "Perhaps you are Apollo and I am Afrodite."

	"You are at least as beautiful, I'm sure." I replied. Cupping
an exceedingly ripe mammary delight, my thumb teased its rigid bulls-
eye.

	"Ohhhh, but the gods must be jealous of you."

	"Ha, ha, ha!" I retorted. "How's that?"

	"You have sooooo much to give and give sooooo good!" she
murmured.

	"I was about to say that to you. But... who are you?"

	She smiled sweetly and replied, "Afrodite... who else? Here,
have some wine." Taking the glass from my fingers, she drained it,
then covering my mouth with hers, shared the wine.

	"Tell me what you like." I suggested.

	"Oh... the trees, the lake, moonlight, touching you, you
touching me... and especially being filled by you."

	"Yes. But I mean, what sort of things might you want me to do?
What pleasure can I give you? Something perhaps that you've dreamed?"

	"Oh, but you already have, my Apollo!"

	"Mmm. I know. Maybe there's something more?"

	"Ah, well. I want you to do everything you know how to do,
then do everything you can think of to do, then a few things you've
never thought of, then when you run out of those, start all over
again!" She laughed.

	"Hm. Well," I laughed too. "Is there any more wine?"

	Twisting around to look, she gave me a delicious view of the
ripe love shrine beneath her exquisite buns. Her loveliness glowed in
the moonlight.

	"Yes," she said at length. "But you will have to open the
other bottle. We finished the first."

	"All right. You know, I have several bottles of the same
chateau in the cabin ashore. Shall I get it? In fact, why don't we
pack up and go there. A body so soft and beautiful should not be
roughing about on a rock!"

	"Oh, no," she cried. "I don't want to go indoors. Gods like
Apollo and Afrodite should never be crammed into a building."

	"If the breeze stops, the mosquitos will be here by the
thousands!"

	"No, please. I want to stay here." She was lying belly down on
the blanket, propped up on her elbows, her eyes pleading.

	I sat down cross-legged and stroked her back, my hands
straying down the nape of her back to her delicious dimpled rump.

	She reached out, "Oh! Look what just fell from the sky!" she
laughed, handing me the corkscrew. Propping herself up, half turning
on her side, she eagerly watched as I opened another bottle of wine. I
refilled our glasses and we sipped quietly. She swung around, still on
her belly, and rested her arms on my legs. Her fingernails slowly
raked the length of my manhood. Speaking tenderly to my penis, she
whispered "I love you. How long before you can love me too?"

	I chuckled. "It's up to you. Light my fire and it's yours to
quench." I was stirring already. The curve of her hip, the tight
dimpled globes of her buns, her breasts hanging so full just inches
away, her hair cascading over her shoulder, waving in the light
breeze... On sudden impulse I said, "I want to give you something. Do
you trust me?"

	She laughed. "Yes, of course. Why should the gods fear each
other?"

	I wanted to give her the orgasm of her life. Moving to her
feet, I lifted her legs, parted her thighs and propped her luscious
thighs on my shoulders. The valley of love which opened before me,
filled my nostrils with its heady perfume and my eyes with delight.
The buttery soft folds were partly concealed between the puffy mounds
of her outer lips. Caressing her buns with my fingertips, I nibbled
the yummy treasures between. I blew on her quim, vigorously tonguing
the clit standing so alert, so rigid.

	"Mmm. You tease," she sighed. "Oh, don't stop!"

	I tongued the crease between the frilly pink petals and her
thighs, tasting the curved hollow on each side. As the warm butterfly
wings opened, I gently sucked and nibbled the fleshy folds, one at
time. Their heat increased, her sighs deepened with my slow
attentions.

	I drew back again to gaze at her, hypnotized by the delight
before me. I drew my fingertips across her cheeks, along the moist
mounds of her lips, gently thumbed them apart, revealing the soft,
glistening valley between the scalloped inner lips. The throbbing bud
at their junction was screaming, "this bud's for you!!!" Quickly, I
put a voracious lip lock on her love worm. Sucking it deep into my
mouth, I swear it tickled my tonsils!

	She quivered and moaned with my invasion. Drawing my upper lip
across the nest, I buried my tongue in the folds of her tunnel, so
deep it ached. Pressing my mouth tightly against her, I opened the
gates. Withdrawing my tongue, then extended it again, I tasted the
warm moistness of her canal. Then I began circling it within her. The
taste of her was driving me wild. The blood roared in my ears. I
withdrew again, and traced my tongue upward to the nest of her love
bud. I nuzzled at it, drawing up the inner valley to tease at it again
and again. Each touch brought another gasp from her.

	Starting from her puckered anal rosebud, I delicately painted
with my tongue across the soft flesh, to the heated passion pit
entrance, ending with a tongue lashing of her inflamed, rigid love
button. On each trip, I felt the tiny ring of her anal opening press
out to greet my tongue, then draw back, felt the superheated folds of
her love tunnel reach out for me, her love-button squirm. I felt her
muscles begin to tighten.

	Relaxing, her hips took up a motion of their own. Taking the
cue and matching the tempo, I pressed into her, sucking the extended
button, the fleshy, frilly labia. I kissed at her rear-ward opening,
it's tight little ring pulsing. I deeply invaded it with the tip of my
tongue.

	Her muscles began dancing again. Her bud pressing outward, I
teased it gently, tracing the root of it with my lips and tongue. Her
gasps rose, her hips rotated, pressed up to me. This time I went on.
Her belly heaved, her nubbin danced. Grinding her sex into my face as
she violently came, I sucked and nibbled on her bud, tugging and
twisting it firmly. Her ecstasy rose ever higher. "Ohhhh, please stop.
No, don't stop. Ohh. Oh," she babbled.

	Lost in the heady aroma, I put a lip-lock on the bloated clit
and, sucking hard, drew it deep into my mouth. I nibbled her clit with
my teeth and flogged it relentlessly with my tongue. The harder I
assaulted her oversized clit, the more savagely she thrashed, her
luscious breasts heaving and dancing on her chest. The violence of her
orgasm was intoxicating. Pursing my lips around her love tunnel, I
blew hard, filling her sex with my breath. "Ohhhhh my... what are you
doing?" she gasped as her belly expanded with my breath. Then I drew
in the heavenly aroma from the depths of her soul.

	I eased my middle finger into the soft pucker between her
buns. With sobbing gasps, her sphincter spasmed. In the moonlight, her
body glistened, flushed with excitement. Slipping my thumb into her
snug slick vagina and, stirring both fingers deep in her heavenly
holes, I delicately licked the beads of sweat from her belly and still
heaving succulent breasts.

	"Ohhh" she sighed "it went on for so long. I never came so
much at one time. I thought it would never end. It was incredible. You
are wonderful!" She put her arms around me, her body trembling. "If I
could, I would keep you all to myself," she whispered.

	Kneading her buttocks and thighs, her legs parted, and I knelt
between them. I wiggled my tongue into the cleft of her twat and
slowly licked my way up between her exquisite buns and up her spine.
As I began nibbling on her ear lobe, my spear slid into the valley
between her cheeks.

	"Mmm," she murmured, squeezing her buns together around it,
"That feels nice. Would you like to... ahhh... make love to me THERE?"

	"I want to love you every way there is," I replied. "But,
there's no way this log will pass your pucker. I want to only pleasure
you, not give pain."

	"Don't be afraid. You will not hurt me. My love to have you
deep inside will open any door to my soul. Come on, silly, part my
buns."

	I gently wet my weapon against her quim, then positioned the
rubbery knob at her bum buttonhole and pushed firmly. With just a hint
of a whimper, the anal bud blossomed, allowing the knob to enter.

	"Are you okay?"

	"You bet!! Ohh, good God, it's so fucking big... I love it!
Something this wonderful can't hurt... but it sure feels God awful
big."

	I entered a bit further, the tight, hot doorway fanning my
fires.

	"Mmm. Let me move on you," she said, wiggling. Withdrawing
from her, she got up on her knees. Guiding my weapon, she pressed
against me. This time, the anal blossom quickly opened, like a
starving little mouth, eagerly gobbling my bloated glans.

	I held her still a moment, then gently and slowly pressed
forward. She began moaning again, and moved back and forth slowly,
each rocking motion sucking me deeper into her body.

	"Oh. Mmmmm. More, more," she murmured.

	My heart pounded, the sight of my thick white meat slowly
sinking deep between her yummy ebony buns was decadently erotic. I
chuckled, kneading the firm cheeks, at the irony. Isn't this what
blacks have bitched about for 200 years... being fucked up the ass by
whites? And here she was, loving every fucking inch of a cock the size
of which few men of any color possessed! With each long stroke, my
aching balls swung between her thighs and slapped against her
throbbing clit. "This IS heaven," she cooed. "Ohhhh, ooooh... GOOD
GOD!... it just doesn't get any better than this."

	Grasping a nipple in each fist, I firmly twisted and stretched
the thick digits as if to milk the bouncing, bloated breasts. "I'm
going to... Ohh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Deeply arching her back, she ground her
buns hard against my groin. Her stretched anal aperture throbbed and
clenched my manhood, trying to suck the seed from deep in my bouncing
balls. Thrashing her hips wildly, she began cumming and cummed
continuously as we pounded ferociously into each other for several
glorious minutes. "Ohhhhhhh, godddddd!" she cried, grasping my bloated
sac and rubbed it harshly against her inflamed labia.

	"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" I wailed as my cannon roared once again, like
a Gattling gun, firing glob after glob of thick love seed into the
deepest depths of her bowels. Hearts pounding, we collapsed, my weapon
ensnared deep within her, still throbbing. "Ohhh," she whispered
between gasping breaths, "That... was incredible... I had no idea...
it would be... so wonderful... so different... so niiice." I gently
wormed my member within her, stirring her very soul for several
minutes more. As my sword slowly softened, her body spasmed with
several more aftershock orgasmic tremors. We rolled onto our sides and
I began to pull out. "Oh! Please leave it in," she cooed, hands on her
tummy, "it feels heavenly being so full of you." Chuckling, she added
"constipated with cock." Her anus, like a living cock ring, kept my
jumbo joystick full size, though soft. While tweaking her nipples, I
clenched my anus which twitched my knob deep within her. Purring, her
fingers caressed my hands on her breasts as she ground her buns
lovingly against me.