David Crane - Turned on twins

Dolly began to cry out loud.

"Come baby," Tony urged, his words muffled in her hairy twat.

And Dolly came. She thrashed her head from side to side, moaning and sobbing as long waves of pure bliss rushed through her loins and crashed into Tony's eager mouth.

Tony drank her juice hungrily, his lips clamped to her cunt lips tightly so as not to lose any of the precious liquid.

Dolly's thighs pressed around Tony's head, holding him in a firm grip as she rocked back and forth working off her orgasm. She shuddered at the peak for a long moment, then went limp, feeling as though all her energy had been dragged from her cunt, leaving her weak and drained.

But the act had had quite the opposite effect on Tony. The energy that had seeped from her had coursed into him as surely as her creamy orgasm had flowed from her pussy to his belly. He was horny now and his cock was throbbing. As he stretched out on his belly, still tonguing lightly at Dolly's cunt and clit, his dick tensed and hardened. The big slab of meat pressed down into the mattress like a crowbar, levering his ass up.

He ran his tongue up her cunt lips, tilting his head from side to side and licking each side of her slit separately, then curled it around her love-bud with a fluttering stroke. He knew that Dolly was capable of more than one orgasm, with only a slight rest between, and that that rest would be abbreviated greatly if his tongue were working on her during the hiatus.

She sighed. Then she began to whimper.

Her lush ass started to glide about smoothly as she worked her crotch around in Tony's face. His light strokes altered to heavier slurps as she jammed her twat against his mouth. He flattened his tongue and slid a broad stroke up the length of her gash, then retracted his tongue, parted his lips, and sucked ravenously on her wet, pink hole.

He blew hot breath up her slot.

Dolly moaned.

She was already as horny as if she had not, moments before, had a very satisfactory orgasm.

"Oh, you are cunt-hungry today, aren't you?" she whispered as she raised her ass, tilting her twat against his face. Her back arched and she brought her crotch up like a hairy platter on which a juicy cream pie was being offered and served. Tony cupped her ass in his hands, holding her at that elevated angle, while he long-tongued from asshole to cunt with slow, thrilling strokes. Then he began to move up.

He licked through her tangled pubic hair, his tongue moving like a pink rodent through the coppery forest.

Dolly didn't understand his intentions at first. Thinking that he had got out of her cunt by mistake, she squirmed and lifted and pushed down on his head. She knew that when she was hot, her whole crotch became so saturated with cunt juice that a man could easily make a mistake. He could be licking the crease of her thigh, the crack of her ass, even as far as her belly button, without realizing that he was not, in fact, attending to her cunt directly.

Tony licked on up, against the guidance of her hands, and dipped his tongue into her navel. He probed and licked at that shallow indentation for a moment, then slid up another inch and laved her stomach.

Dolly realized that, juicy as her loins were, Tony was not novice enough to go that far from the mark by accident. He was deliberately moving up into the fucking position. That suited her nicely and she stopped pushing his head down. It pleased her, in fact.

Dolly liked fucking as much, or more, than she did being eaten out and, ideally, she preferred to have the pleasures one after the other, in sequence. She liked to be sucked, then fucked, or vice versa, rather than to be fucked twice in a row or sucked several times in succession. Tony's expressed desire to eat her pussy had led her to believe that he didn't intend to fuck her immediately. Now that she saw that idea had been wrong, she relaxed and sighed with happy expectation.

Tony took his time.

Although his pecker was pounding like a jack hammer, inspired to great passion while it had lay, neglected, as its master gobbled pussy, Tony was in no great haste to commence the satisfaction of that greedy prick. He moved up inch by inch, his tongue blazing the trail up her soft, curvaceous torso. His cock was less patient than Tony. It hammered away against the bed so mightily that it jolted his ass up and down. He shifted his hips. His cock began to rub against Dolly's thigh.

Dolly squealed with joy when she felt that hard, hot plunger against her leg. She rubbed her smooth thigh against it and opened her legs wider. His cockhead was burning a path up the inside of her leg and she gurgled with anticipation as she charted that slow but steady advance, knowing that when his cock reached the top of her leg it would be exactly where she wanted it… at the portals of her cunt.

Tony had reached her tits. He ran his tongue around the bottom of those globes, then up the deep cleavage where the round mounds pressed together of their own weight and size.

His tongue circled around the spheres, mounting towards the peaks, like a car climbing up a winding mountain road.

He began to lick her nipples. Those big nuggets, already stiff and hard, fairly exploded against his tongue. Switching his head back and forth, he took them into his lips in turn, sucking adoringly on the hot bullets.

Dolly held his head in both hands, cupping his cheeks as she arched, pushing her boobs into his face.

He slid up to her throat, kissing and biting lightly. His mouth moved onto hers and they kissed. Her lips parted immediately and his tongue ran into her mouth. She sucked on it, her own tongue twining with his like serpents mating in some moist, dark cavern.

When he withdrew his tongue, her tongue went with it, to be sucked in turn. They swapped tongues back and forth, heads tilting back and forth, faces switching from side to side, lips parted against each other as they panted into one another's mouths.

Tony's dickhead had reached her cunt. The big slab of cockmeat throbbed and pulsated at the opening of her loins, moving in her slot like some great fleshy spoon stirring a carnal stew.

Her greedy pussy was sucking on him, trying to drag him up her hole, as if the nature of her unfilled cunt abhorred a vacuum. The slippery lips caressed his knob with fluid, loving slurps and her vibrant love-bead pulsed against his flaring meat.

"Put… it… in… me…" she whimpered, requesting his dong with words that billowed directly into his mouth.

Tony fed her an inch.

"More!" she wailed.

He slipped the head in. Her cunt began to suck and milk that big wedge of meat hungrily. His long, thick rod stood out between them, like a great rivet bolting his balls to her cunt, coupled but not yet screwed together.

Dolly threw her legs up, hooking her thighs around his haunches and locking her heels behind his taut ass. She began to pull on him with her thighs, dragging him into her crotch.

Her cunt was pulling like a suction pump. Tony poured the pork to her.

He slid the whole huge wad up her creamy gash with one long well oiled stroke, burying his cock to the very root in her hot clutching twat.

Dolly began to fuck. She tippled and vibrated, jolted and jerked, putting her whole body into the effort and dancing under him like a marionette on the string of a mad puppet master, the solitary string of Tony's big dong controlling her movements.

Tony held steady for a moment, letting her squirm about wildly on his pecker. Then he began to plow the prong up her cunt with remorseless strokes.

He fed her a long, under slung stroke, his balls dragging along the mattress as he approached. He shifted his hips and wedged a portion of dork into her from the left, then another from the right.

He raised up, changing the angle, and ran his mighty pecker into her from above, so that the full length slid across her clitoris en route to her womb.