Ned Samuels - Hand maid

But she had no desire to cut the movie off at such an early stage. She glanced at Lu who was obviously just as enraptured as herself, then at Bernice, whose very eyes seemed glued to the screen, but not wishing to miss out on the action herself, Veronica set her imagination exclusively on the screen once again.

There was a close-up of one of the guy's faces. He was grimacing now and looked desperate, had that expression that all men have right before coming – of pleasure-pain, of almost going out of their minds. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed it against her tits and just as suddenly and jerkily as his motions, his cream poured all over her nicely rounded tits, first several drops, then larger drops, which drooled down the sides of her spheres and made her very nipples glisten. She watched in wonderment as the guy's cock seemed to get even harder still, filled with fluids, ejecting its own pleasure stuff, grown to a size almost beyond the maximum capacity. She imagined the strength of the male orgasm, so different from the female – one huge intensive spurt which could dissolve the strongest man's energy, make him the innocent victim of any woman's whimsies. Oh, she'd like those two cock-suckers to be her slaves. She fantasized having them tied up, their huge cocks bulging as she shamelessly stimulated them, then dropped their trousers and stripped them of their underwear; she imagined blowing them as they impotently attempted to bring up their knees and push back her face but were prevented by the ropes tied just below their groins; she imagined the confusion on their faces as they hopelessly gave way to passion although they attempted to hold themselves back, for what is more humiliating than to be raped, to be captive of a female.

But such fantasy dissolved under the dominant motif of the fucking movie, the sexy celluloid which held untold fancies and limitless perspectives and angles. A low-angle shot showed the woman just as she turned over on her side and exposed her fantastic buns, two perfectly shaped spheres, parted smoothly by a crack which displayed just the bottom side of her furry pussy. It was a delicate, torrid, and all too exciting pose, especially for the man who had taken his cock from her cunt, and was yet to come. Come on, Veronica thought, come on her now, take that fantastic pecker and come right in her cunt, giving all you've got to that broad.

And this is precisely what followed, the stud sticking his rod right into her cunt as they lay on their sides, the other gentleman falling to the side exhausted, holding his rapidly wilting cock between his fingers, wrenching out the final few drops of come. Fuck him, Veronica thought, fuck him all the way you bitch. The woman looked a little mad at this point, already well into her second orgasm as she brought her second man to his first. Faster, harder they fucked and then began to turn on their sides. Good cinema, thought Veronica. The couple was rapidly working up to a fever pitch, a frenzy of excitement as the other man looked on, as a room filled with horny people witnessed their machinations. It got even more energetic, and the man started to rub the woman's breasts, harder and faster, furiously, until his body lurched into a tight spasm, his face reddening, his legs jerking into a stiff position, his mouth opening in ecstasy.

As suddenly as it began, the film that Veronica composed in her imagination was over, the screen becoming white, Lu and Bernice looking ready for action, as Bernice fingered the sides of her huge breasts, eyeing the assorted men in the room, especially John and then, even Veronica.

"Well," she said, moving over to John, "I can tell you liked our little movie."

John was a little nervous at first, probably a bit in awe of her massive endowments, "Yes… loved it. I like a really hot piece of action."

Bernice was most direct, "Then I think you'll like me."

Before the man knew what was happening, he looked about and saw the two other men in the room began making it with two other women, which, for the moment, left a nice group of himself, Lu, Bernice, Vern, and then a guy who came over, introducing himself as Monty, a big, burly hulk of a man, already stripped to the waist. John moved over to Bernice and was given the visual go-ahead, which he promptly took advantage of by kissing the woman on her dark, hot lips, then feeling the firm flesh on her back, excited by the brassiere strap which he knew would soon be loosened and pushed out of the way. He began to rub the flesh on her back, then up her sides above the hip and just below the waist.

Meanwhile, Monty moved over to Veronica in order to get acquainted. Veronica liked the prospect as he was a big, aggressive type and would waste no time on the amenities, no small talk, no beating around the bush, no light drink or nibble of food be fore getting down to business, just hot fuck action. He immediately kissed her on the lips as Lu looked on, evaluating the woman's performance, as if deciding on if she was worthy of her own amorous interests. That's the way Vern liked to imagine things. Her imagination was being honed to a fine point where she could almost effortlessly conjure all types of images, and even better than that, the details of sexuality – the sizes and shapes of bodies, the nuances of behavior, the detail of genitals, almost as if she were there herself.

She imagined, could really feel, the poignant taste of the brute's lips as he aggressively, almost roughly, drew her to him and pursed his own kisser on top of hers, rubbing her back, feeling her big bet tom with the palm of his hand, which almost moved upward into her womanhood, but teased around the area. Vern felt like moaning out but controlled herself as the man brought her body closer to his own, until she could feel the bulge in his pants swelling, growing as it pushed against her own body, a development which almost drove her wild with passion, which made her want to push her body against his, yank down his pants, then really go at his hot member, with touches, pushed, yanks, pulls and pushes, and finally – and this would be best of all – hot sucks.

"Baby, I can see you don't fool around."

Encouraged, Veronica positioned her body even closer to the man's until he could feel her full breasts crushing against his chest, sense her hot breath on his face, on his neck and then on his shoulder as the hot woman really got down to business.

Meanwhile, Bernice was giving hot action to John. She moved over to the couch and removed the man's shirt, toying with the hair on his chest. As if to even the score, but really giving him by far the better deal, she removed her blouse and exposed her chest, complete with two spheres held in place by a low-cut and extremely sensual bra. "Go ahead," she encouraged, "kiss them, kiss my big, fat tits."

John pursed his lips and for a second just paused to take in the sights. He was aware that Vern and Monty were already a step ahead of him, Vern lying topless on her side on the rug, and Monty having his pants pulled down to his knees. But that was okay; this wasn't a competition. He preferred to bask in the sight and excite himself to the limit, slowly, but not languidly. His blood was almost boiling as he imagined what kind of nipples she had (small or large, red or pink, rounded or oval, large, huge, or medium, prickly or perfectly smooth, hard or spongy). "May I," he asked, but with the tone of a statement. He didn't have to wait for an answer, so he got down to business immediately. He unlatched the back of her brassiere. He slowly drew the cups down until her breasts were revealed, huge, glorious and magnificent. She had large button-shaped nipples, red and juicy, nipples which he immediately tongued and then covered with his own spittle. She liked that, liked that so much that she arched her back in order to put them in his face, arched her back in order to make her mammoth knockers appear even huger.