Paula Cash - Lap lessons

He reached over and turned on the light. He wanted to see what it looked like to have his prick buried in a girl's butt. The sight was so sexy that he almost burst his seed.

There were her round little cheeks, still shapely but spread wide. There was her reddened seam, expanded. Where her hole was supposed to be there was nothing to be seen except the base of his cock, rammed into her so tight it looked like his prick and her ass had been welded together into a single piece.

He dragged out an inch and fucked into her. The girl quivered all over as if her belly had split open, and his hand twisted her living parts.

"Ahh, Gunnar – I think – will faint," she said.

"Sorry about that, kid. I'll let you know how it comes out," he said. "I like your asshole too much to cheat my hard prick."

She didn't faint. As he jazzed in and out of her gut a few times, her buttocks tensed and she came.

"Ahh – woooo!" she exploded.

Once more her cunt throbbed in surrender and he could see the spasms of her crammed asshole as it flexed on his impaling prick. He went dizzy with rapture.

"How did I ever miss asshole fucking?" he asked in delight.

She couldn't answer. Her pain had lessened and the deep contact made her spend like a crazy woman. It was weird – and very sexxxxxy.

"Ahh, your cock – deep – me – dyiiing," she sang.

He held her hips and savored the full quaking throbs of her sex equipment. What a luscious little butt! There was no hole on this woman big enough for a prick that didn't bring mad delight.

She fell off then and he began to fuck her, holding her hips. She quivered a little, yet she was more relaxed and that made the friction better. Her creamy tunnel was as good as a cunt, though it felt stiffer.

"Ah, you little beast – you're a walking condom. I've never fucked anything so sexy in my life," he told her.

She just kept panting and squeezing a little in random throbs of continuous orgasm. He had her body mesmerized with pleasure-torture. Her sphincter would loosen and then it would suddenly come alive and grip his blade, thrilling him with that action.

He laid over on her and savored the feel of her naked body captured tight in his arms. She was so moist with sweat that it felt like she'd been oiled. He could feel the fast pound of her heart, her soft, rapid breathing and the luscious flex of her squirming flesh tight against his and hot.

He reached under to capture her tits and nipples and began to fuck freely, letting the high sex feeling rush in through every pore. It felt like he could fuck himself all the way inside of her body and explode in an orgasm that would go on forever.

It was not to be, however. That incredible feeling of total possession of the body of a lovely female was just too much for his shaft, balls and boiling reservoir of sex fluid. Each stroke brought him closer and closer to the ultimate heaven. Bit by bit his crazed rod burned with desire and his jissum lashed furiously to escape from his body.

In the very last throes of a deep sexual experience like this he tried to hold back to make the rising joy last. Each stroke, this late in the trip, made flames burst from his cock, tortured to extreme pleasure.

"Leaf – you doll. Oh, you have a great body. oh, you make me want to throw inside you. Hot, sexy crazing b-b-bitch!"

"Yuuhhh," she sighed, throbbing some more.

"Leaf! I can't staaa – stand – oh, oh, oh," he shouted. His prick finally fell off into involuntary paralysis. His muscles from his feet upwards and from his chest downwards began to squeeze so that the heavenly pressure on his groin increased to a maddened fury.

"Now!" he yipped.

He thrust deep up her ass, so deep in her steaming guts. He had to sob with relief and good feeling as he began to seed her asshole. Shot after sexy shot of boiling liquid spurted into her gut.

She felt his spasmed enema. She jerked as she took each fluid shot of joy. His muscles kept locking and breaking to spurt out the happy sperm, burning it into her over and over. Her buttocks squeezed in flexing attempts to ease the white hot invader that inundated her tender parts with flaming hot male juice.

"You are – fucked," he wheezed, tensing and letting it go, tensing and letting it go.

"Yuhhhh," she gasped, half out of her mind from her own thrilled orgasms.

It went easier now that his crowded reservoir was half empty and the rest of the seed could ejaculate with leaping pleasure. He gave a hysterical laugh and eased, getting off the spurts with less than the fierce tension of those first incredible bursts.

"Ahhh! Ooohhhh! Ahhhh!" he exclaimed.

He sank on her butt and on her back, at last giving final short shots, then felt his pleased, empty prick throbbing a few times in disappointment that there wasn't more.

She laid under him, squirming in discomfort. Her body felt possessed by him as she'd never felt so taken before. His seed in her felt like it was a full quart of liquid. His prick still forced apart her ass walls and kept her sphincter open and his weight pressed down on her cruelly.

She fussed and at last he gave her body back to her. She glowed with the hot sex and the long orgasm, but already her stretched asshole and frictioned anal walls began to ache from his ass rape and she was exhausted from the tension, the pleasure and the release.

She rolled over and clung to him as if he were the world's greatest feather bed. She murmured: "Gunnar!" Then she slipped off into a deep sleep, weak mouth partly open, beautiful lashes silken on her soft cheeks.

He stared down at her pretty face, felt her clutching, trusting warmth, and compared her to the Scandinavian beauty in the other room. It looked like he'd made a mistake in grabbing Crystal and making the blonde join his team. Crystal was an asshole when you came down to it. He had brains enough to run this project. He needed a sexy female to distract certain of the executives – but Leaf might be better.

Enjoying his after-sex euphoria and reminding himself he'd have to go wash his prodder pretty quick, he let the conviction grow in him.

Drop Crystal – use Leaf.

Sylvia Ritter was the first woman executive that Crystal Locke had ever run into who wanted to be fixed up with a date for the evening. Sylvia Ritter was married, but her sales executive husband spent a lot of time out of town. Crystal was both shocked and amused when the older woman asked if Crystal knew any presentable, available men who might go for a sex fling. It showed how far Women's Lib had gone – with the girls now ready to cheat on the boys!

Sylvia said: "You get around to all these companies, Crystal, where you meet lots of executives. You're a good-looking woman. You must know a few safe men who've made signals at you."

"That I do," smiled Crystal. She thought about Sydney Martin, who had lost Leaf and begged her for dates all the time.

There was some risk. Both Ritters were top people at Fisk International Insurance Company, for which A-C was installing an 1100. If Fred Ritter found out that Crystal had set it up for his wife to be laid while he was out of town, there might be trouble.

On the other hand, Sylvia Ritter was as smooth as Steuben Glass and had the same elegance. She was a beautiful brunette in her early forties with a youngish, flowing body and luminous skin. She exuded sexual intensity. When she and Crystal ate lunch together in almost any dining room, men gazed at them both with reverence and a little awe. Also, Crystal couldn't imagine the worldly, suave woman ever being caught.

There was something else about the Ritters that excited Crystal. They hinted that some game might be played on their new computer, making it the first time Crystal had run into light-fingered executives who contemplated sandbagging their company for profit.