David Crane - Turned on twins

It rose in her hand. She skimmed up and down, just brushing lightly over the stalk with rhythmic strokes and that hunk of pork rose and spread out until it was standing arrogantly before Tony's belly, the bloated head extended up in front of his breastbone.

Tony groaned.

Charity nodded to herself, satisfied that her manipulation had aroused the fellow to a degree where he would not be able to refuse to service her.

She stepped back and started to undress. Tony watched her. His cock, like a periscope, also seemed to be regarding the sexy nymphette, as if her body were an enemy convoy into which it would soon launch its fleshy torpedo and its explosive semen.

She crossed her hands behind her neck and pulled her light summer frock over her head. She wore no bra and panties. She never seemed to be wearing underwear, in point of fact, since she always wanted to be ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. She tossed the dress aside and posed before the man, letting him admire the nubile curves of her naked body.

She had firm, thrusting tits capped by big, stiff nipples. Her waist was narrow and her hips supple. Her legs were long and smooth and shapely and her ass was pneumatic. Her pubic thicket spread out in a honey-blonde wedge at the base of her torso. As Tony looked at her, she spread her trim thighs and jilted her pelvis forward, so he was able to see between her legs. Her cunt was wet and parted, the pink lips unfurled so that the slit had spread into an oval slot, and that slot was flooded with cunt juice.

Tony had changed his mind.

It wasn't a bad idea to have a last fuck before he vacated the premises, he figured.

After all, most of his duties on this job had been servicing this nymphomaniac and it was only fair to give her a fuck in lieu of notice.

Charity turned through a full circle, letting him admire her from all angles, showing him her taut, heart-shaped ass and giving him a look at her pert tits in profile before she faced him once again. Then she moved towards him.

Tony started to step back to the bed but, reaching out, she took his dick in hand, holding him where he was. His prick throbbed in her fist. She was smiling now, happy at the moment regardless of what deprivations the future might hold, as long as she was holding a handful of cock.

She pushed her trim belly out and began to rub his cockhead against her belly button, rolling the big, purple nugget back and forth across her loins.

His prick was so hot that it seemed to burn into her like a branding iron, stamping her with the mark of his lust.

She sank gracefully to her knees before him. She touched his cockhead against her nipples, moving it back and forth between those stiff tips. Then, leaning forward, arching her slender back, she placed his stalk against her breastbone and cupped her tits around it with both hands. His bloated balls jammed to her stomach and his long dick rose up her torso so that the knob rested in the hollow of her throat. She squirmed, rolling against the rod. Tony began to hump gently, fucking her between the tits. His knob slid in and out of the soft cleavage, running into her throat, then disappearing down between her soft mounds, only to come squeezing out again. Charity gurgled with pleasure as she rubbed against him. She tilted her face down, her eyes blazing with passion.

As his big peckerhead came squeezing out from between her breasts, she pushed her hot tongue down to meet it, lapping at the cleft tip joyfully.

Tony thought she was of a mind to drink some cum, and tried to slip his dick into her mouth, but Charity intended to enjoy only a fleeting taste of cock this time. She tongued his knob happily for a few moments, then rose to her feet again. They stood face to face.

The lewd girl pushed her belly out, trapping his rampant dong between them. The big rod carved a furrow into her soft tummy. She purred happily, feeling how big and long it was and knowing that soon that distended prick would be stretching just as far up her belly – on the inside.

She rose onto her toes and pushed his cock down so that it stuck out parallel with the floor and at right angles to his torso. Then she mounted it as if it had been a gymnast's bar. One knee hooked up and her creamy crotch settled onto his cock. It was not at the angle which made penetration possible. Instead of being aimed up at her hole, it ran along her cunt lips and the bloated dickhead pushed out behind her legs and under her ass.

She squirmed on it, tightening her thighs and rolling her belly against his.

She held his balls cupped in one hand and, reaching behind herself with the other, she commenced to finger his knob with deft, thrilling caresses.

Tony bent and sucked her nipples into his mouth, sucking on them in turn, enjoying the preliminaries that came before the coupling in store for them.

He kissed her neck. She tilted her face to the side. It occurred to him that he had never once kissed her on the mouth. Perhaps she considered him too lowborn for such an intimacy, he thought.

But he didn't give a damn. If a girl was willing and eager to kiss his cock, he didn't figure that normal kissing was all that crucial.

Her thighs tensed and relaxed as she rode the fat parallel bar of his dong. Tony slipped a hand into her crotch alongside his prick.

He began to trace along her cunt lips with his fingertips and rub her fiery clitoris with his thumb.

Charity began to pant and moan at the sensation. Her cunt lips unfurled further and a heavy flood of cream washed out onto his hand.

It was time to fuck.

Charity threw her arms around his neck and drew herself up as far as she could, balanced on the very tips of her toes. His cock no longer pressed down by her seated crotch, elevated like an artillery piece finding the range. The smoking knob slipped into her juicy gash. Her cunt seemed to drag him in by suction.

Tony cupped his broad hands under her ass and heaved the slender girl higher upon his body. She tightened her arms around his shoulders, pulling up, and at the same time she threw her legs up and hooked the backs of her knees over his hipbones so that she was completely off the floor and clinging to his body like a monkey shinnying up a tree.

His knob was inside her twat. His stalk stood out between them like a brace, helping to support her weight… a bracket fitted to the shelf of her loins or a rack upon which she could hang her hairy hat.

He lowered her slowly. Her thighs relaxed, allowing herself to descend. His thick pecker pushed slowly up into her steaming hole as her haunches slid down.

Tony lowered her inch by inch, savoring each added millimeter of the penetration. Charity squirmed happily around on his cock as it penetrated further and further up her slot. Her cunt lips were clinging to his stalk and her hole had already started to clamp and milk at him as her talented cunt muscles started to go to work on the welcome penetration.

He was jammed in to the hilt, with his loaded balls pressed tightly to her crotch and the full length of his cock buried in her pussy.

They held that full penetration for a long moment as Tony thrilled to the sensation of having every inch of his pecker imbedded in hot, clinging snatch and Charity savored the joy of being stuffed chock-a-block full of fat prick.

Her hips twisted from side to side as she rotated her cunt around on his spike.

Then he began to lift her up and down.

He hauled her up until only the tip of his dick remained in her hole, then let her cunt slowly settle back onto the rod. Her arms and legs aided him as she pulled up and down. Her tits rubbed against his chest, the nipples fat and taut and flailing as they brushed over him. Her skilled pussy was milking him, the interior muscles tightening in sequence so that a consecutive series of rings softly closed around his stalk and massaged his cockhead as it went in and out.