Fucking pussies and assholes

Riolta got on her haunches with her back arched just a little bit. The movement allowed her to put both her hands behind her and clasp her buttocks. Harold watched as Riolta used her fingertips to part the succulent curves of her gorgeous ass to further reveal her pussy and asshole to him. He groaned despite himself as the busty archeresses’ prying fingers found the tightly packed muscles of her sphincter and began to enlarge the hole. Soon Harold was looking at the tanned goddess from behind, her always-scalding smile grinning lasciviously at him over her shoulder, presenting her gaping asshole to the hugely-endowed watchman.

Harold rolled his eyes to the top of his head. His cock was now achingly erect and pointing directly upwards as he kneeled behind the gorgeous brunette temptress, the heavy slab of glossy purple meat almost prodding himself in the chest against his sizeable pectoral muscles.

‘Think you can hit this target?’ Riolta asked, ‘you don’t have to have the aim that I have with missiles, I think. Is my slutty asshole gaping enough for you to hit the bullseye?’

Harold groaned once more, as in response to the boobed megaslut’s filthy patter his pulsating cock distended once more and released a jet of precum that issued without warning from his cumslit, shot upwards, narrowly missing his face and projected all the way over the garden wall.

‘That really is quite a party trick, stud, but this slut needs her asshole filled…’

Harold took the hint and grabbed his slick cock in his right hand, feeling it throb and beat against his palm, and directed it towards Riolta’s derriere. With his left hand he grabbed the big-titted archeresses’ gleaming buttock and kneaded it, feeling its firmness against his fingers, and then released it, slapping the glute briskly, eliciting a sharp, appreciative shriek from Riolta and then watching rapt as the juicy assmeat jiggled in the lamplight.

Determined not to be totally bossed around by the dark-haired temptress, Harold flicked his right wrist forwards. This had the effect of pistoning his thick, slick cumtube forwards, where the underside of the heaving, vein-ridged member slapped against Riolta’s back with a wet ‘SPLOTCH!’. Riolta cooed, still partly upright, as she felt the heavy head of Harold’s member thump against the middle of her back, sending a hollow sound passing through her body. Instinctively knowing what to do, Riolta pressed her hands together, so that although before she had been pulling her asscheeks apart, now she was pressing the generous mounds of flesh together so that they sandwiched against the thick pole that was laid between them. Harold did this too, placing his somewhat larger hands atop Riolta’s and cushioning her buttflesh together on each side of his cock. Slowly, the big man began to rock his hips back and forth, sawing his monstercock between Riolta’s juicy buttocks.

‘That’s hot,’ was all Riolta could say, as the watchman fucked her ass cleavage with his thick, gleaming pole, the tip of his cockend periodically releasing blasts of precum that were discharged from his pisshole like fireworks which whizzed behind her head and shot over the wall in front of the couple.

After a while Harold took his cock in a firm hold and inserted it into Riolta’s asshole. The huge-breasted slut screamed literally as loud as she possibly could as she felt the massive log of meat penetrate her tightest hole and slide its sixteen-inch journey up her rectal passage. When each of the inches was successfully lodged up her asshole, Harold gripped her tightly, and the two of them were motionless for a couple of seconds. Riolta released a slight whimper. Then she felt his hands slide around her body and clasp her huge, jutting tits, the watchman mauling and squeezing the monstrous orbs that jutted perfectly from her tight torso. Slowly, but gathering pace, Harold moved his hips and fucked her ass.

Riolta began a chant as she was impaled repeatedly on Harold’s massive meat rod which had something to do with being an incredible slut, praying to various gods, blaspheming others and talking about sixteen inches and her own asshole. Harold felt the walls of her unbelievably stretched asshole tensing and contracting around the circumference of his enormous dick while she put her hands to good use. One of them was dangling between her legs, groping to clutch at his massive balls which were swinging freely between them, the other riffling her clit. One touch on that little pleasure button was enough for the buxom slut and she orgasmed explosively, the juices spraying the grass.

**
‘I’ll give it a go,’ said Hudds, adding, ‘Countess.’

‘If you can find me underneath all this jizz,’ Emmanuella added, as she watched her lover move back towards the couch, his footsteps squelching on the cumstained rug as he did so. His massive, monstrous dick was jutting out in front of his groin like a pussy-seeking missile, cum dripping from the tip with regularity.

Emmanuella was splayed across the couch in an attitude of total debauch, her long legs spread as wide as they could go, the fingers of one of her hands parting to separate the lips of her pussy sluttishly, exposing the pink interior of her honey box. Her robe and sash had been long discarded, the sash currently dangling from the ceiling, pasted there by an errant bolt of semen, and the diaphanous robe in separate pieces, one half plastered against the window, the other one the floor. Now her while leather knee-high stiletto-heeled boots were all she wore, excepting the cum that was splattered all over her astounding body. Most of all it was coating her mountainous tits and dripping from her face, with long ropes of semen dribbling from her jawline and dripping from her chin.

Emmanuella had her other hand slung over her head, gripping the top of the sofa firmly in readiness for the exertions of the next fuck-session. Hudds looked at her and once again the massive breasts exploding from her chest, two huge orbs jutting out from her slender waist projecting outwards firmly without the slightest hint of sagging, the astoundingly taut flesh making the skin stretched so tight it glistened, made him lose control a little and release a splatter of prejizz that thumped directly into her cleavage.

Emmanuella released a gasp, almost winded by the firm propulsion of liquid that spattered against her chest, which ended in a husky giggle.

Hudds could no longer resist the massive-titted, black and blonde-haired Countess, and moved over to plunge his throbbing tool into her slippery pussy. The second he put his cock up against the velvet lips of her vulva and pressed it inside she orgasmed and came in a furious splatter of juices that had her shrieking in delight. The spray of discharge went in a plume towards the ceiling, much of it going over the tall though quite thin Hudds’ head. Arianne, watching, almost hypnotised from the side of the room, made a mental note to ask one of her colleagues if they could lend her an umbrella to take to work tomorrow.

Of course, Emmanuella’s squirt made her even more wet and she still held her two parted fingers over the frothing entrance to her quim in an attempt to guide Hudds’ cock inside. For Hudds the passage was tight, the trained muscles of Emmanuella’s vagina clamping firmly around the circumference of his long length, but she was so slippery and wet that his thick cock slid easily into her love-tunnel, eliciting yet another throaty shriek of pleasure from the pouting lips of the huge-breasted noble fuckslut. Arianne watched as Hudd’s immense tool began slowly and then speeded into a blur as he began to pump the Countess hard and fast, the rapid strokes causing her firm, monumental boobs to judder.

Hudd’s balls were dangling so low that they were smacking into the cushions of the sofa on which Emmanuella was laid, and Arianne, even in her days as a very experienced prostitute in the Kettle had never seen male genitalia of this type, the young watchman’s testes dwarfing even the more outlandish examples of which she had seen. She found herself fingering her slit in quite an unselfconscious way as she watched the two beefy orbs swinging in the loose, fleshy sac, pummel the sofa.

‘Don’t just look at them, girl! Put them in my ass!’

Emmanuella’s sharp voice stung Arianne from her reverie and she realised where she was and what she should do. Stumbling forwards, she slipped on a particularly sticky path of carpet and nearly lost her balance. As she neared the fucking couple, she looked a little perplexed at the task that she had been assigned. Each of Hudds’ supercharged testes looked about the size of a grapefruit, and yet to all intents and purposes Emmanuella’s ringpiece looked decidedly tight.

‘Good help is very hard to find,’ said Emmanuella to Hudds, reaching down to massage his heavily hanging bollocks.

**

Sometimes when clumsy, ditzy, hyperfeminine girls slip, fall over, lose their balance or make elementary yet embarrassing mistakes of co-ordination they release a particular sound. On the whole it is sharp, has an upwards, lilting cadence and just self-aware enough to communicate the sense of surprise. It is perhaps most commonly heard when men unexpectedly sweep them off their feet and into their arms. It is an appreciate sound that is quintessentially female. It goes, ‘ooooOOOOOOO!’

Alexia made exactly this sound when Redmond slid his sixteen-inch monstercock into her asshole. Having the tight configuration of muscles expanded into an arm-thick aperture through which a veined fuckpole dripping with saliva and precum went more than a foot might have resulted in a slightly more emphatic statement, but Alexia was experienced in these things.

Looking down at the blonde teen’s massively expanded sphincter, an orifice so improbably stuffed and enlarged that it actually pushed her glorious buttocks further apart, Redmond drew deep, comforting breaths and concentrated on reaming the young Countessa von Schwechlen’s asshole so hard that he wondered if the end of his shaft was not about to smack between her lungs.

Alexia, meanwhile, had one gloved hand hauled over the balcony railings to support herself and the other whipping back behind her, smacking her own asscheek. Possibly this was an attempt to remain true to her promise and squirt, seeing as Redmond was concentrating on clasping hold of her waist as he pounded into her, it seemingly taking all of his concentration to guide his cock where he wanted it to go.

The girls on the opposite balcony were watching the affair with no little interest.

‘I’d ask you to stick your fist and forearm up my asshole,’ Jina told Sasha, ‘but there’s no point as it’s not as half as big as out friend’s dick over there,’

Sasha was undeterred, and stuck her index finger in Jina’s asshole anyway, a task made easier since her housemate’s ring of muscles had been lubricated considerably when being rimmed by her nimble tongue inbetween eating out her pussy. While this action prompted Jina into a husky squeal, Jina’s comment had provided Angelika, still squatting behind Sasha, with an idea. And Sasha screamed in pleasure as her friend spat wads of saliva into her asshole and then screwed one, then two, then three fingers into her ass.