Randy Guy: Hot bed neighbors

"Umm." Jim was not too enthusiastic. "Keep in mind I'm here for only three months at the outside. Once I get this branch office straightened out, we'll be moving on." He caressed Polly's outsized tits. She was only five-three, but possessed the tits of an amazon. She was a stunning, sexually voracious woman. Quite a change from the little fat college kid he had married. Polly had blossomed over the years.

She nodded in understanding. She looked around at the luxurious, mahogany-paneled bedroom. "I'll hate to leave this one. Mobile homes are getting to be nicer than a regular house."

"Mmmmm." Jim molded her large, beautiful tits. He wanted to suck on her lovely, stick-out nipples. But first, he said: "You mentioned something about deep-throat?"

Polly chuckled. "Funny how men never forget that sort of promise!" She kissed him voluptuously on the mouth. Her lips were entrancingly soft and warm and sweet. Her cunning tongue danced with his.

She slid her hot mouth aside and nibbled his ear. She whispered: "Got lots of sweet cum waiting for me?"

"A three-day accumulation."

"Umm. Now that should be worth sucking for!" She had an idea. She reached to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer. There were tissue-wrapped plastic pricks inside. She knew them all by size and shape. She took a nine-inch dildo from the drawer. She handed it to Jim. "Do me while I'm deepthroating you, lover."

"Okay."

He unwrapped the big, fat implement. It wasn't cock shaped; it looked like a stack of small doughnuts, with a bullet-shaped cap on top. The base flared into a round hilt which was adorned with dozens of nodules. Behind the hilt was a handle.

Polly loved that particular dildo. She shivered in anticipation. Her cunt spasmed deep inside, and a familiar beat was born in her guts. Her body remembered the rapture of having that big, thick thing jammed in her pussy to the hilt – hard and fast!

Her green eyes half-lidded. She pouted her full red lips and kissed Jim again, and her hand fingered and thumbed his vibrant cock. Her soft, wet lips were hot and greedy. Her tongue played lewd tricks in his mouth.

Jim rubbed the dildo on her big tits. Her breath came fast. She shivered and drew her lips from his. She watched the flesh-like plastic dildo rub over her puffed nipples.

A strange urge made her say: "Hit them!"

Jim understood. He slapped the heavy dildo against her spongy tits, whapping her starkly swollen red nipples.

The pain-pleasure shocks made Polly gasp. Hot electric tingles permeated her quivering tits. Angry pink marks appeared.

"More!" She arched her back, throwing her melon tits upward for greater thrilling punishment.

Jim didn't hesitate. He knew she had an element of masochism that surfaced now and again. A certain amount of pain turned her on. Sometimes the results were amazing.

Polly flinched as her flesh quivered and jiggled from the series of blows. He smacked her tits hard! Her nipples were the target.

Flares of fiery tingles sent gasps from her quivering lips.

She fell onto tier back and writhed unashamedly. She forgot his cock. Her hands went for her crotch and ravaged her cunt. She crammed two, three… four fingers into her steamy fuckhole.

Her tits were pushed into greater prominence by her arms and presented better targets. She cried out loudly as the blows struck.

Her tits were burning with pain. They quaked and danced on her chest as the dildo smacked down on them. Her engorged nipples were like ingots of red-hot pain. It was terribly exciting.

Polly flung her thighs wide open. She was breathless and dizzy with fuck-lust. She pushed her right hand into her cunt, bunching her fingers tighter, folding her thumb into her cupped palm.

She was a small woman, with small, delicate hands. But she had never done this before! She felt with her fingertips the soft, slippery circular ridges deep in her cunt.

Jim judged she'd had enough. He stopped beating her big, reddened tits and fell on them with his voracious mouth. He sucked a distended, bruised nipple deep into his mouth and nipped the tender, blood-engorged tissues.

Polly whimpered with the sweet agony. She began hand-fucking herself. Her cunt mouth was strained and hurting from the stretching, but she was juicing like a squeezed orange. Her hand was coated with cunt oil.

She grunted as she thrust her hand deep. Her fingertips touched the supersensitive little opening to her womb. She quivered and jerked her hand back – then in! She was fucking her small hand all the way into her cunt. It was going in to the wrist!

She writhed as Jim sucked on her other fiery nipple. She panted loudly, whimpering, grunting, as she fucked her right hand in and out of her gaping cunt. Her guts were rolling in weird heated motion. Her loins burned and seethed with strange, intense ecstasy.

She pushed her hand in all the way and held it there. She touched secret places and explored with a careful finger into the depths of her pussy. She shuddered. Her soft white belly jerked.

Polly eased her dripping hand from her cunt. She gasped. "I'm going to do that again sometime. Lord!"

Jim asked: "Ready to suck?"

"I'm going to suck you so dry your ball's will take a week to fill up again!"

She pushed him onto his back and swung a leg over his chest. Her big, melon tits nudged his stomach and the hard nipples tracked on his skin in tickling paths. She waggled her fully rounded ass in his face. Her pussy dripped from puffed pink cuntlips.

Jim asked: "Want me to eat, too?"

"No, not this time, lover. Just use the dildo."

She peeked at him under her body, peering between her big white and pink hanging tits. Their eyes met. She winked and pursed her lips in a kiss.

Polly loved Jim. She just wished he was as well hung as the college boy she had loved who had had a ten incher and could fuck like a bull! His name had been Ken. Ken something. For a while she'd been the only girl on campus who could – or wanted to try to – take his enormous prick. But he'd dropped her because she was a mess: fat, neurotic, clumsy, forever having self-destructive "accidents".

She had accepted the first proposal offered – Jim Wilson. Funny how things worked out. She focused on his cock as it jerked before her face. Deep-throating six inches of prick was easy for her. She had practiced for hours and hours with a dildo, many years ago, to conquer the fear and the gag reflex.

Now she rarely sucked Jim off – or any of her male partners in mate-swapping sessions – without using that technique. She liked to keep in practice.

Polly licked her lips and leaned forward a bit. She engulfed the head of his throbbing cock. She sucked on his prick as if it were an all-day sucker. She drew oozing drops of precum from his balls. She killed his cockhead on her slithering tongue, then lavishly closed her mouth on it and sucked ardently.

This was the build-up. Taking his cock into her throat was for later, for the finish. It drove most men crazy and they spurted their guts out.

She moaned as she sucked, giving him an added thrill as the sound permeated his cock.

Then she moaned with special appreciation as she felt Jim ease the head of the nine-inch dildo between her cuntlips. She waggled her ass and pressed back, urging him to fuck the thing far into her cunt.

She groaned as she felt it slide deep. She took his rigid prick fully into her mouth, till the cockhead rode the wriggling trail of her tongue into her trained throat.

Jim had both hands on the handle of the long dildo. He felt Polly's throat muscles clasping his cockhead and his excitement escalated. He forced the fat, rigid dildo almost all the way into her drooling cunt. He had a perfect view of the action. Her excited ass was looming before his face. Her creamy white thighs were spread wide to straddle his chest. She held his cock in her throat for long seconds. Her trick was to permit those upper throat muscles to go into controlled gagging spasms.