John Friday: Swapping families

Her hands slid down his chest undoing the buttons of his shirt. Then she peeled that and his suit jacket off as if they were one.

"I love the way your muscles ripple," she said.

"I hope the rest of you is as big and hard."

She knew already that it was, but she enjoyed teasing him. It was an exquisite form of torment.

His rigid little nipples bulged invitingly before her eyes. Smiling, she bowed her head and stroked one with her tongue, the other, she brushed with a spiral swaying of her shoulder and the tingling softness of fur.

"Ooooh, shit!"

Mike had to grunt and grit his teeth to keep back a bursting flow of hot jism.

"You're a fucking tease," he moaned. "But you won't make me cum until my prick's deep in your sexy cunt!"

"Care to bet?"

Sharla pulled his belt loose and eased down the zipper of his fly. She smiled all the time, never letting her gaze stray from his.

"Or maybe in your mouth," he added quickly. "I might decide to fuck that sexy smirk off your face."

"Why not up my ass? I'll bet you'd like to fuck that, too."

"Damn right I would. I'm going to fuck all three!"

"Hhhhmmnummn," she said with simmering anticipation. "But first I'm going to make your big cock shoot where I can see it." She hooked her fingers in the band of his shorts and tugged them slowly as she stepped closer, tilting back her head to offer her soft, half-opened mouth.

Mike gave a fierce grunt and grabbed her, digging his fingers like claws into the sleek white mink covering her back.

"Hhhaaaa," she gasped, and his hungry lips engulfed hers.

Her tongue stabbed into his mouth and twined around his. At the same time, she slid her hands up and down through his coarse mat of cock hair, almost, but not quite, touching the root of his throbbing cock.

"Hhhuuunnngh!" he groaned, straining and sucking on her seductive tongue.

"I'm going to see and swallow evey spurt of cum," she told him as she pulled away, breathless from the sucking force of his kiss.

Then she slithered to her knees, brushing his chest, belly and thighs with silky white mink. The touch of the mink was maddening, softer than any woman's hand. It felt as though millions of tiny fingers were testing and teasing his self-control.

"You slinky bitch," he punted.

"Look at the way your cock is throbbing," she said in a taunting whisper. "You won't last another minute."

"I'll still be fucking you an hour from now," he snarled.

"No… we'll still be fucking two hours from now. That's how long the second round lasts."

"You make it sound like a fucking prize fight."

"In a way it is. You're the brash young challenger, and I'm the undefeated champion of the world."

"Bullshit! I'll knock you out with my big cock!"

"We'll see…"

Sharla's whole body ached for the savage fucking she was priming him for. She stroked her velvet-gloved hands down the inner slope of his thighs.

"Hhhaaaggghh!" he howled.

Her right hand circled around his throbbing cock. The other lifted his aching nuts in a nest of sleek fur.

"Oooooh, God!"

She began whipping his cock and teasing his nuts at the same time. "Ten… nine… eight." Sharla began counting down.

Mike thought he'd never make it. He thrust and jabbed, trying to ram his hot prick in her mouth. Her lips were so close that he could feel her hot breath, but she swayed and dodged him like the champ she professed to be. And all the time, she kept flogging his cock with her white fur.

"Seven… six…"

"Hold your God damn head still!" Mike knew his balls were about to explode, and he wanted the blast to burn deep in her throat.

"Four… three…"

"Haaarrrgh!" He snagged his hands in her silky hair and tried to hold her still.

Somehow, she still eluded him. He stabbed at her with his steaming'hot cock, but she twisted her head and flicked at it with her tongue as it prodded one cheek, then the other.

"One…zero!" She gave his balls a gentle squeeze. "We have ignition," she droned.

She felt his balls tremble and swell with a searing load of cum.

"Blast off!" she cried, slipping her hands to the side to press against his groin and maintain the agonizing distance between them.

Mike's cock shivered and fired its first shot of jism. Sharla swayed, despite the strength of his grasping hands, and caught the glob of sticky fuckcream in mid-air. His hands went limp as all his strength centered itself in his gushing cock.

"Damn you!" he moaned.

Sharla darted quickly. His churning balls fired one creamy shot of jizz after another, and her anxious mouth snagged every one. Her eyes glazed with lust.

She loved watching a huge cock spurt its silvery load of cum, and Mike's hot cock was the best she'd seen in a long time. Soon, all the teasing would prove worthwhile. He'd fuck her with all the savage fury her lusty body craved.

When he'd jetted off his last shot of cum, she grinned up at him, her tongue licking at the slick fuck-cream that dribbled from her lips.

"Don't look so damned smug," Mike said. "That was only round one. Even you aren't sexy enough to put my big cock down for the count."

She could see that his long prick was still hard. Gushing his load had eased the pressure in his nuts, but frustration kept his thick cock eager for more, exactly as she'd planned.

"On your feet, you teasing bitch!"

He hooked his hands beneath her arms and lifted her, jerking so hard and fast that her tits popped out of her low-cut bra. Her dark nipples bulged invitingly.

There was a soft padded chaise en one side of the balcony with one end slightly raised. "Over there!" he said, pushing her toward the elevated end.

"Ooooh!" she cried. She'd excited him far more than she'd thought. His hands clamped on her arms like two steel bands.

"I know you like a pillow under your ass when you fuck," he said. "Try this."

He slid off her white stole and bunched it into a soft heap. He threw that down on the raised end of the chaise. Then he pushed her onto it backwards, with her head down and her feet kicking helplessly in the air.

The soft mink tickled the crack of her ass, but she hardly had time to enjoy that sensation. He thrust her stockinged legs wide apart and gazed hungrily into the wet mouth of her gaping cunt slit.

"I've been dreaming about your slinky wet cunt for a long time," he said.

Sharla grinned and twisted joyously, writhing her raised hips on the mound of silky white fur. "I'm glad… because I've been thinking a lot about your hot prick."

"Is it as big and hard as you hoped?" he asked.

"It's even better," Sharla said with an anxious gasp. "I can hardly wait to feel your cock in my cunt!"

She slid her gloved hands down her sides and spread her cunt lips to show him the rigid tip of her juicy wet clit.

"Huuuungh," he groaned, climbing up onto the end of the chaise, crouching between her spread legs while stroking his furiously hot cock. "You just keep your cunt open, because I'm about ready to stuff it full!"

"Yeeees!" she cried.

Mike pitched forward, leaning over her, bracing himself on one hand while he guided his long prick shaft with the other.

"Hhhoooo," Sharla gasped.

She could feel him working his giant cockhead back and forth across the wet nub of her swollen clit. She twitched and thrust her hips at him, straining and grunting and then falling back onto her downy pillow of sleek white fur.

"Don't tease," Sharla begged. "Fuck my pussy full!"

The eager throbbing of Mike's long prick was almost more than she could stand. The way he twirled his big cock head around and around on her clit made her dizzy with lusty desire.

"Fuck me!" she screamed.

Mike answered with a grunt, lunging and pressing his hot cock shaft down to enter the oily vise of her pussy.