“Don’t mind me,” said Neil. He picked up his beer off the top of the TV,
sat down on the couch to Calvin’s left, and watched as Susana worked her
mouth down over Calvin’s rampant prick. He’d swapped his trousers for a
laplap, and was obviously naked beneath it his own erection was
clearly evident through the folds of the cloth.
Calvin forced his mind away from what Susana was doing to his cock,
checked the progress of the movie on the TV. Suck, slurp. Push, shove.
He considered the cocks on the “actors”, compared them with his own,
decided he was at least as well hung as either of them. He turned his
attention to the girl, compared her oral technique with Susana’s
efforts, and decided Susana was ahead on points.
As Neil leaned closer to watch, Calvin tangled the fingers of his right
hand in Susana’s hair and urged her on. Her hands crept up his chest,
unbuttoned his shirt, then reached behind him and grasped the waistband
of his trousers. He raised his hips, allowed her to pull pants and
underpants over his bottom, then let go of her hair so she could raise
her head and peel them down his legs and over his socks.
Susana sat back on her heels, pulled the dress off over her head and
then, naked, leaned forward again and lapped at the head of his cock.
She held it low down, between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand,
and waggled it against her tongue. Then she looked at Neil. “Munch me,”
She worked her knees apart and Neil got off the couch, lay on his back
between her legs, and wormed his head into her crotch. She closed her
eyes as his tongue invaded her slit and began tickling her clitoris.
Then she remembered her guest, and lowered her head again, her mouth
wide open to receive his offering.
Her lips closed over the head of Calvin’s dick, and he gasped as she
dived suddenly and, incredibly, swallowed the whole thing to the root.
For a moment she clung there, and he could feel her throat quivering and
constricting around the head of his cock as she fought against gagging.
Then her head rose again, and her lips clutched tightly around the shaft
as she worked her way back to the top and began to bob rhythmically up
and down, up and down, her tongue stabbing and rubbing busily all the
time at the fleshy underside of his tool. Spurred on by the sensations
produced by Neil’s tongue probing and flicking at her cunt, she wrapped
her left hand around the lower third of Calvin’s cock and screwed it
rapidly, round and around, her fingers sliding easily over the
saliva-slick shaft as she continued to suck and slaver over the upper
Calvin lay back and closed his eyes, giving himself up completely to her
expert attentions. This lady really knew her stuff. She purred like a
cat as she worked on him, the vibrations deep in her throat adding a new
dimension to the sweet agony of the sensations produced by lips and
tongue. Calvin looked at the TV, found that the girl had turned over and
the guys had changed ends, but everything was still pretty much the
same. Slurp, suck. Shove, push, grunt.
Susana lifted her head from his cock, pushed with her hand at Neil’s
head between her legs. “Fuck me,” she said, and he slid out and got to
his feet, flung his laplap aside and knelt between her calves. “No,” she
said. She looked up at Calvin. “YOU fuck me,” she said.
Neil got out of the way as she turned around to face away from Calvin,
stretched the upper part of her body flat on the floor and pointed her
bottom at him. Her cunt, swollen with desire, winked wetly.
Calvin heaved himself to his feet, sliding the chair backwards out of
the way, and knelt behind her. Susana reached between her legs, grasped
his prick and guided it up to the portal. He knocked once, twice, then
parted the curtains and worked the head of his cock into her cunt. He
gave her a moment to get used to the enormity of him, grunted with
pleasure as her muscles contracted and clutched tight around his glans,
then grabbed her by the hips and shoved himself all the way into her.
Susana bit her lip, clawed at the carpet with her fingers and whimpered
softly in time to Calvin’s thrusting as he settled into a long, steady
stroke, in, out, in, out, in, out, pushing deeper into her with every
fresh assault. She looked up and reached for Neil, pulled him down on to
the floor in front of her, his legs stretching down either side of her
body and his crotch directly beneath her head. He lay flat and humped
his hips as she fed his cock into her mouth and began to pump, making
soft, wet, slurping noises with each downstroke.
Push, push. Suck, slurp. Susana gripped Neil’s hips and pumped faster
and deeper as Calvin’s giant cock kept up its regular stroking of her
tightly-stretched pussy. She was hot with passion and exertion, and
rivulets of perspiration were running off her back and down her sides,
tickling her breasts and dripping off her nipples.
A squeal from the TV made her glance up at the screen for almost the
first time since Neil had switched it on. The girl was on her back, her
bottom raised and her hands holding her knees up to her chest. Her mouth
was open in what might have been pain, ecstasy or a combination of both,
and one of the guys was wedging his cock into her anus.
Susana shivered as she watched the big rod draw back, then press deep
inside the girl, who thrashed her head and tugged wildly at the other
guy’s tool. She lifted her head from Neil’s dick, watched panting as
Rear-End Charlie plunged his cock time and again into the girl’s bottom.
“I’ve never done that,” she gasped. “I want to try it now.”
Calvin stopped in mid-stroke, raised his eyes to the screen and saw what
she was talking about. “No you don’t,” he said. “It hurts.” To emphasise
his point, he drew almost all of the way out, then jerked her backwards
and rammed brutally into her. Susana gasped again, blinked back tears of
pain and found that the agony only intensified her arousal. “Yes,” she
said. “I want it. Do it. Fuck me in my arse. Do it.”
Calvin considered. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he wasn’t really into
bum-stuffing anyway. Susana drove back against him, cramming herself to
the limit with his cock, craned her head over her shoulder to look back
and up at him. “Do it,” she said again. “I want it. Do it now.”
She looked back at the screen, fascinated by the sight, in close-up, of
the guy hauling his dick from the girl’s rectum, then working it back in
and burying it in her up to the hilt. “Do it,” she said. “Please. Do it.
Stick it in my arse.” Calvin gave in. “All right,” he said. “But it’s
gonna hurt. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He slipped a thumb down the cleft between her cheeks and prodded at her
little brown bottom-hole. It tensed, then relaxed, and his thumb sank in
halfway to the first joint. Susana, still impaled on his cock in her
cunt, wriggled impatiently. “Do it,” she said. “I want it now!”
Calvin allowed his thumb to slip in a further centimetre or so. “I need
some grease,” he said. “Got any KY Jelly?” Neil propped himself up on
his elbows. “Funny you should ask,” he said. “Just a minute.” He rolled
out from under Susana, went into the bathroom and was back in about 20
seconds. “Here,” he said.
Calvin took the tube, unscrewed the cap, and dribbled jelly down the
cleft. It was cold, and Susana flinched. She reached for Neil’s leg,
urged him back to his former position and dived back on to his cock as
Calvin worked the jelly around and into her virgin bottom-hole with his
thumb. He pressed again at the entrance, and this time his thumb slipped
in easily all the way.
Susana wriggled again, clamped tight on his thumb and sucked hard at the
cock in her mouth. Calvin withdrew his thumb, applied more jelly and
then pulled his dick from her cunt. He squeezed still more jelly on to
his shaft, spread it over the head of his cock, and pressed the tip to
the target. “You do it,” he said.
Susana, still slurping at Neil’s prick, pushed back against the pole at
her rear entrance. Nothing happened. “Relax,” said Calvin. She
unclenched her anal muscles, pushed back again. The pressure increased,
became suddenly too great and the tiny hole yawned hugely, engulfing the
head of his cock.
Calvin was right. It HURT. Susana felt as if she was being torn open,
but she was past the point of no return. Again she pushed, and the giant
tool bored its way into her. Groaning with combined pain and passion,
she pushed again and was almost surprised when she felt her buttocks
fetch up against Calvin’s crotch.
She raised her head from Neil’s cock, panted: “Now. Fuck me. Hard.”
Calvin grasped her hips to steady himself, pulled out slowly until only
the head of his cock was still inside her. He dripped on more jelly,
spread it around his shaft with his fingers, then pushed it in, slowly
again, as far as he could.
The pain was exquisite. Susana dived back on to Neil’s cock and sucked
it savagely as Calvin settled into a steady rhythm. Previously
unheard-of nerve-endings woke up, sent messages to her brain that caused
tiny explosions in her head. Calvin fucked faster, deeper, and the
separate explosions merged together in a blinding flash as he pushed her
over the edge into an orgasm that was more intense than any she had ever
She screamed, the sound muffled by the meat in her mouth, bucked and
plunged against Calvin as they climaxed together and she felt his juice
squirting out of her and dribbling down over her recently vacated cunt.
Sparks danced in front of her eyes, great spasms shook her body and she
almost fainted under the sheer force of the sensations pouring from her
Then it was over, and there was just the sting of an over-stretched
anus. She jerked herself off Calvin’s prick, lifted her head from the
cock in her mouth, and rolled on to the floor. She fingered her aching
bottom, looked at Calvin and giggled. “You,” she said, “are a pain in
Calvin shrugged. “I told you,” he said. Then: “Don’t go away. I haven’t
finished with you yet.” He got to his feet and walked into the bathroom.
Beside her, Neil sat up, leaned across and caressed her cheek. “How do
you feel?” he asked. Susana giggled again. “Fucked,” she said. “And
sore.” She took his arm, pulled him down to her and kissed him. “Suck
me,” she said. He rolled on to his knees, placed a hand either side of
her hips, and lowered his head to her cunt. Susana reached for his cock,
milked it slowly as his tongue lapped at her clitoris and dipped into
Gradually, the pain in her bottom subsided and she began to respond to
the gentle probing of Neil’s tongue in her pussy. She worked her free
hand under his chin, parted and stretched her labia with her index and
middle fingers to improve his access, panted with pleasure as he licked
and nibbled at her clit. She tugged more urgently at his tool, was about
to pull him into her mouth when Calvin returned.
He tapped Neil on the shoulder. “My turn,” he said, and Neil rolled out
of the way. Calvin knelt behind Susana’s head, leaned forward and spread
her legs wide apart, trapped them by placing his hands on the floor
behind her thighs, and dipped his head to her crotch. His tool dangled
limply over her face, smelling faintly of soap.
Susana wrapped her arms around his back and raised her head to take him
into her mouth. Even in its limp state his prick was enormous, and she
had to stretch her mouth wide to accommodate it. She sucked at the tip,
drawing him deeper into her mouth as he drove his tongue into her cunt.
Calvin worked his knees apart and lowered his hips to make it easier for
her, and Susana purred with satisfaction when his cock began to stiffen
again between her lips.
He moved his hands from between her legs, slid them under her buttocks
and pulled her cheeks apart, then slipped one finger into her cunt and
another into her bottom, and frigged her while his tongue ran lazy
circles around her clit. His cock throbbed in her mouth, became fully
erect, and he began slow rooting movements with his hips.
Susana cuddled him tighter around the waist, hauled her shoulders off
the floor and gobbled at his cock until it was deep in her throat and
his pubic hairs were tickling her lips, then flopped back and let him
fuck her mouth.
Calvin’s busy fingers and tongue continued to stoke the fire in her
crotch, and suddenly she was coming again. She threw her legs up and
trapped his head between her thighs, her whole body shaking and her
mouth working frantically on his cock as she climaxed. The juice factory
in her cunt overloaded, gushing creamy fluid over Calvin’s invading
Calvin’s teeth nipped softly at her clitoris, and she climaxed again.
Then she was pushing at his chest, urging him off. He resisted for a
moment, then lifted his head and pulled his dick from her mouth, rocked
back on his heels and tweaked her nipples. He looked up at Neil,
signalled with his eyes. Neil stepped between her outflung legs, knelt
and lifted them on to his shoulders, and fitted his cock into her cunt.
Still playing with her breasts, Calvin bent his head to hers and worked
his tongue into her mouth. Susana fought for breath, flung her arms
around his neck and kissed him back as Neil began a steady thrust and
retreat, thrust and retreat. After Calvin, she thought his cock would be
comparatively insignificant, and was a little surprised that her cunt
was still able to grip him tightly. She reached between Calvin’s legs,
tugged his tool in time with Neil’s thrusting, and sucked at his tongue.
Neil was beside himself with lust after watching their sixty-nine
performance. He humped furiously, churning the juice in her cunt to
cream and gasping for breath as the ache in his crotch contracted to a
searing pinpoint of white heat and he exploded inside her, jet after
warm jet of sperm pouring from his plunging, twitching cock. Susana
writhed beneath him, came again, her cunt clutching convulsively around
Finally, drained of both semen and energy, shaking his head to clear the
red fog from his eyes, he slumped against her upraised legs, then drew
back and allowed his softening tool to slip out of her. Sperm bubbled
out of her cunt as he lowered her legs to the floor, hauled himself to
his feet and collapsed panting in the armchair.
Susana, her mouth still glued to Calvin’s and still pumping his cock
with her left hand, took her right hand from behind his neck and
explored her sopping slit, squeezed out another shuddering climax and
lay still. She felt thoroughly satiated, ready to roll over and go to
But Calvin wasn’t finished. He lifted his mouth from hers, stood up and
pulled her to her feet, facing him. Then he put his big hands under her
armpits and lifted her effortlessly into the air. Instinctively, Susana
raised her legs and wrapped them loosely around his waist, then cried
out in sudden pain and triumph as he dropped her with deadly aim and
impaled her on his cock.
Susana locked her hands behind Calvin’s neck and leaned back. He moved
his hands to her seat, lifted her again, dropped her again. Lifted,
dropped, lifted, dropped, lifted, dropped, and she cried out each time
his massive tool tore into her vitals. It was agony, it was pure
ecstasy, and in moments she was once again on the verge of orgasm.
Calvin turned, stepped past Neil in the armchair and carried her to the
table, laid her flat with her buttocks poking over the edge. He was
panting, not from exertion but from the nearness of his own climax.
“Now,” he said, “enough of this fucking about.” He pulled back until
only the very tip of his cock was still in her cunt, tensed his hips and
crashed into her.
For the second time, Susana screamed. She flung up her legs, thrashed
about on the table-top and tried to push him away. He was not to be
stopped. Again he plunged his huge cock into her, again, and again, and
again. Susana tried to beg him to stop, but the only words that came
were: “Yes. Oh, yes. Fuck me. Kill me. Fuck me.”
Calvin battered into her, the force of his thrusting driving her back
across the table. “Yes,” she cried. “Kill me. Fuck me.” She pounded on
his bottom with her feet, arched her back and clawed at the table, came
in a series of shuddering spasms that left her weak and shaking. Calvin
jerked himself from her cunt, pressed the base of his tool hard against
her crotch and came too, sperm arcing through the air and splashing as
high as her breast. Another spurt, almost as powerful. And another.
Susana was drenched in sperm. It trickled off her belly, down her sides,
dripped on to the table. Calvin worked his cock back into her cunt,
shoved two or three times for good measure, then pulled out of her and
“Now,” he said, “where’s the beer?”