John Douglas - Wild cherry

"Man!" he gasped as he slid the black pole into her belly. "You sure got her slick!"

I stared down at Lena's open snatch. "You didn't exactly leave a dry hole," I commented. Then, to Lena, I said, "Turn over, baby! Let's play doggie!"

With a happy giggle, she rolled over onto her belly and raised her ass by drawing her knees up under her dark body, spreading her thighs apart as I positioned myself behind her.

I eased my prick between her legs and slid the head through the dripping jaws of her cunt. She gave a little groan and wiggled her hips in an effort to get me inside her, but I drew back again.

"Put it in, love!" she pleaded. "I need some more!"

I pressed forward again and let the head invade those slimy cunt lips just enough to stretch them and caress the excited nerves. She clamped the rubbery flesh about me, trying to suck me deeper, pushing her ass back against my belly as I bent over her arched back.

Careful to keep the strokes the exact length I had in mind, I began short-fucking her, giving her the head and about two inches in a savagely rapid flurry of thrusts and retreats, the thick cock massaging her pussy lips so fast that all she could do was jerk and quiver, gasping as the frictioning urged her toward another, gut-wrenching orgasm.

"Oh shit!" she panted, her cunt shuddering with the beginning tremors of her climax. "Oh Goddamn! Oh Damn! Damn! Damn!"

She was going crazy trying to wiggle her pussy further onto my prick, but I held her back until the spasms were at their very peak. Then I rammed into her with a vicious thrust that carried me past the mouth of her trembling womb and into the writhing tissues that churned and slithered about the head of my huge cock.

"Aaaaggghhhh!" she yelled as I jabbed her with deep, short strokes. Her hips ground the tightly stretched lips about the base of my shaft and my balls rolled against her clit, providing the final touch to her searing climax.

"You didn't come!" she panted, flopping down on her belly and supporting most of my weight as I followed her, keeping my cock well planted in the steaming snatch. "I must be losing my touch!"

"Not you, baby!" I assured her. "That cunt of yours could make a zombie shoot!"

"You ain't no zombie, love!" she said, flexing her cunt again. "That prick feels like a big fat snake in there!"

"Let's see what this feels like," I answered, slipping my cock out of her pussy and sliding the head up to where her asshole shaped an indentation in the sleek furrow of her buttocks.

"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned, bracing her forearms on the rug and grinding her teeth with strain. I shoved, forcing the head into the tight circle, waiting until she tensed her muscles and the sphincter relaxed. Then, lubricated with her juices and the semen Jack had spurted into her cunt, I slid my horny prick into the torrid sleeve of her intestine, driving over half my length inside before I paused to let her adjust to the massive filling.

"You bastard!" she grated. "You know how I like the feel of a dick up my tail!" Her ass gave a little wiggle, screwing her anus farther onto my probe. "Stuff it, Daddy! Cram my butt full of cock! Fuck my asshole!"

I pushed my torso erect and got a good hold on her hips, dragging my prick back through the clenching heat and wetness until the sphincter caught the flared rim of the swollen knob. Then I rammed in again, squishing through the oily tissues and slapping my balls against her gaping, dripping cunt as I gave her nine full inches up the ass and began fucking like an anxious puppy.

Through eyes slitted with excitement and the thrill of Lena's convulsing colon, I saw Jack flat on his back. Helen was astride his hips, riding his black cock with wildly pumping hips.

It was an intriguing sight, made more erotic by the contrast of their skins. Jack's prick was a thick column of ebony, the big veins pulsing with a bluish cast and the entire shaft shining with the liquid coating of Helen's copious juice. Her natural blonde hair framed his insertion and the width of his cock made it appear that he was driving up into a nest of silk. But, as Helen raised her ass, the lips of her pussy were pulled outward, the pink and red membranes sliding and folding against the blackness like a retreating mouth.

I would have stared longer, but Lena's ass was working its special magic on my cock and the sensation was becoming increasingly good. She relaxed every muscle as I poled into her, permitting me to hilt my shaft in her tail. Then, as I started outward, she tightened the hot colon about me and sucked it with short, forceful contractions of her powerful anal muscles.

I was pounding my way toward a come that I was certain would tear my balls out, banging my belly against her writhing rump and giving little yelps of delight as her ass chewed and sucked on my pistoning cock.

There was a breathtaking explosion ill my belly, turning it into liquid fire that made everything it touched jerk and pulse with ecstasy. The fire surged through my cock and flared into Lena's intestine in savage spurts. She stifled the scream when the first blast shot against her writhing tissues. But the second triggered her own climax and she yelled like I was shoving a hot poker in there. I didn't have to move anymore. The frantic gyrations of her ass took care of everything.

The girls brought damp towels in and giggled as they cleaned us up, Lena taking care of Jack, and Helen carefully cleansing my wilting cock, bending over to plant a wet kiss on the drooping head when she was done.

While they went off to shower, Jack and I settled back with another drink, swapping small talk as our bodies slowly returned to normality after the fierce fucking session.

Casually, I asked if he and Helen ever held a party like this during the day and he answered that it could be arranged. Without divulging her name, I described Velvet. He showed a decided interest.

"You fix that up," he promised, "and I'll get a cousin of mine to drop over." He gave me a broad wink. "Why don't we do this without Helen? Just the four of us could have a ball."

"This cousin," I asked. "What's she like?"

"Fifteen," he supplied, grinning. "And hotter than hell! Helen don't know that I've been into that stuff, or she'd skin my head. She thinks anything under eighteen is too young."

I stretched out on the rug and studied the little crystal ornaments on the ceiling fixture. "I wonder how old she was when she lost it."

He laughed, answering hurriedly as we heard the girls returning. "You guessed it. She was nineteen. But she's sure trying to make up for it."

It was almost one when I dropped Lena off at her apartment and promised to call her within the week. Ten minutes later I was fitting my key into the lock and tiptoing into my own living room.

Kitty had left the lights on, but I found her curled up like a sexy kitten with one of my novels still clutched in her slender fingers, the cover just touching the fine silk of her exposed pussy.

Gently, surprised at the feeling of tenderness that swept over me, I removed the book and drew the sheet up over her lovely nakedness, switching off the light and padding into my own room. Once I had stripped and let the waterbed embrace me, I was asleep in minutes.

The dream was startlingly real. It was the first time in months I had thought of Glenda, my ex-wife, with anything but a slowly fading bitterness. Even sex with her had become a drag during those last months, tapering off to an awkward avoidance before the final parting. In the dream it was vastly different.

Gloria and I were in a huge meadow that stretched out of sight beyond a distant horizon, the green grass rippling in a gentle breeze that bathed our naked bodies like a soft caress. Our movements were slow and deliberate, like the replays one sees on television, our limbs reaching and entwining, sensuous and elastic in the impossible dimension of imagination.