I sat down on the bed beside him and picked up the magazine he’d been looking at. “Now let’s see who’s been getting you all hot and bothered,” I said, flicking through the pages, “ah, Voluptuous Vicky, she’s one of my favourites too, what do you like abut her? I usually fantasise about coming all over those massive tits of hers. How about you?”
He didn’t answer but his cock was so huge I thought it might burst, and, as he’d only opened the fly of jeans so far, I quickly undid the stud and pulled them down a little, tugging his boxers down too so that his balls were on show. He didn’t help me, but I could tell by how stiff he was that he’d liked me exposing him like that, and I ran my fingers tentatively through his thick jungle of pubic hair.
“Yep, she’s got you good and stiff,” I said, not daring to touch his cock quite yet, “she always does that to me too. Want to see?”
He shook his head, no, but I could tell it was all a bluff.
“The boy says no,” I said, gripping the base of his big thick shaft, “but his dick says different. So don’t make me get you sacked here, do what you’re dying to do...”
He scowled at me. “If you tell anyone about this...”
“I’m hardly likely to broadcast it, am I? Now, take my cock out.”
He reached over gingerly and undid the button on my Chinos and then slowly pulled down the zip. I was huge, quite obscenely erect, and my cock was sticking up over the waistband of my underpants. Mike gasped, and made to shy away, but I gave him a warning look so he persevered and pulled my fly open for a better look.
“Pull them right down,” I whispered, arching my back and lifting my ass off the bed for him, “yes that’s right, strip me naked.”
He did as he was asked as I kicked off my shoes, and before I knew it I was sitting there in just my tee shirt with a huge matching boner to his.
I squeezed his big cock, hard. “You like?” I asked and he nodded.
“I’ve never seen another man, you know, stiff, before,” he confessed.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” I asked him, squeezing his dick again.
He nodded hesitantly. “What are you going to do to me?”
I pulled my tee-shirt off over my head and lay naked before him. “Strip you and suck you while you suck me,” I whispered, pulling at his clothing.
“Nice,” he replied, letting his jeans fall to his feet and lying down beside me.
***
“I think I’m going to cum,” Clarissa groaned, frigging at her cunt madly, “I think I’m going to be plastered all over the internet cumming and cumming and cumming at the thought of that beautiful cock of yours in Mike’s beautiful mouth.”
Greg laughed, the camera still snapping. “Hold your horses, it gets better. How about you show me that ass-play you promised while I tell you the rest?”
Clarissa nodded and turned over, her big whale body a symphony in whites and creams. “You’re about to see something that no human has ever witnessed before,” she said, getting up onto all fours and parting her legs for him, exposing her wet and open cunt and tight pink asshole.
“Fuck, I’d like to put my big cock right up there,” Greg breathed, his self-control dangerously near slipping.
Clarissa giggled. “Up where, up my big fat cunt or up my tight little asshole?”
She slid a finger up her pussy as she spoke, wetting it thoroughly, then slowly, teasingly, wormed it up her ass, grunting very softly as it slid up inside her tight hot tunnel.
“Up your ass, of course,” Greg whispered, “like I did to Mike.”
“Tell all...” Clarissa gasped, as she started to frig her own tight pink orifice.
***
We lay down on the bed together, faces to cocks, and I was so turned on I almost came then and there. Mike was playing it cool, but up close I could see how excited his cock was, see all the sticky pre-cum that was flowing out of him, and I wasn’t fooled.
“What do we do?” he asked, although he must have known.
“Kiss a little first, then lick, then suck,” I whispered, planting a tentative kiss on the tip of his dick, tasting him, salt and aroused, almost cumming just with the feel of it.
Mike laughed. “Steady, boy,” was all he said before he kissed me.
He started at my stomach and kissed me all the way down to the base of my cock. Light, butterfly kisses, not like the brusque man-to-man embraces I’d had before. Mike kissed me like he was going down on a girl. Gently, driving me mad with arousal, my big stiff cock literally bouncing in it’s eagerness to be brought off.
Finally, he kissed my balls, his kisses getting more desperate by now, and I started kissing his own monster the same way, reaching over for his butt and feeling the hard curve of him as my lips moved slowly up his shaft.
“Can I take you in my mouth?” he asked. “You won’t cum, will you?”
“Pull my foreskin down and lick my bare cock-head first,” I whispered, very near, starting to do the same to him, the taste of him driving me wild.
I felt him grip me and pull my hood right the way down, exposing all of me, then his tongue traced round the bell of my cock and he slowly took my whole head into his mouth.
I resisted the urge to thrust into him, but instead gripped his own monster pole and sucked him back.
He let me go momentarily. “Can I swallow? You know, when you cum. I want to eat you, all of you.”
I didn’t want to take him out of my mouth but I released him for a second. “Yes,” I whispered, “swallow it all.” And I pushed deep into his mouth as he did the same back to me.
***
We didn’t last long. After about only two sucks he started to thrust, I suppose I must have been doing the same, and before I knew it we were fucking each other’s mouths like jailhouse tenderloin. I think he came first, it might have been me, but before I knew what had hit me I could feel it and taste it, salty and scalding hot, in my mouth and down my throat.
***
“Can you go again?”
It was Mike’s voice from above me, and I opened my eyes to see his huge hard cock, not in the least diminished from the fucking it had just given my eager mouth.
“You’re looking at my cock, what do you think?” I replied.
“Can I fuck you?” he said, fearful of what the answer might be.
I nodded. “But only if I get to do it back,” I said, rolling over for him.
I heard him laugh. “Oh yes,” was all he said.
***
He rubbed his cock on me for a bit then knelt down and kissed me, massaging my butt cheeks with his hands while he kissed and licked my ass crack.
“That’s nice,” I whispered as he lay back down on me, his whole body hot on mine, every hair on his pelt of a chest and belly charged with electricity as it made contact. “But take it slow, it’s not like fucking a cunt.”
“I’m past going slow,” he grunted, pushing his huge cock-head against my tight bung-hole, “I need to get up you now.”
“Use your finger first,” I warned, but it was too late and he started humping me like a Rottweiler, his huge bestial dick pounding at me but sliding up and down my ass crack, not pushing up where I wanted him to be.
“Slow down, you mad bastard,” I yelled, but it was too late and I felt him thrust hard and violently, his thick creamy cum shooting all over my butt crack and soaking me in his scalding love juice.
“Sorry,” he said, rather sheepishly, “I got a bit carried away.”
“So I see,” I replied, not telling him that I had never been so turned on in my life and that his abortive fuck had got me harder than all the clinical correctly performed ass-reamings I had previously enjoyed with my upper-class chums.
“Come on, my turn,” I’d said, squeezing the last pearls of gism out of his
still quite hard fuck-stick and turning him over, “let’s get to grips with that tight little ass of yours good and proper.”
He made an acquiescent noise and offered up his butt. “Be gentle with me,” he said with a grin as his cock stiffened up under him.
I parted his legs and treated myself to a look at the view of his hot hairy butt cheeks and sexy crack, his balls hanging down deliciously below his tight and secret back hole.
“Oh, I’m going to go in you so deep,” I murmured as I felt him in all his most intimate places, “so very, very deep.”
“Lick me first,” he managed to utter.
“Of course,” I replied, going down, lips exploring and then tongue, getting him good and wet before I penetrated him.
“Now,” I whispered, “let’s see what we can do here,” and I wet my finger and slid it up him, just a little at first, then deeper as he pushed up to meet me.
He gasped. “More!”
I pushed up harder, my finger right up him. “You like?”
He nodded. He was beyond speech. I pushed up again, started to frig him.
“Your cock,” he finally gasped, “do it with your cock.”
“I’ve no lube, it’ll hurt.”
“I don’t care. Do it.”
I pulled my finger out and wet my cock then pushed up at him. He resisted me for a moment and then let me in. “That’s it,” I whispered in his ear, covering the back of his neck in kisses, “lie still for a moment till you get used to me, then push back and let me get deeper.”
He was making guttural animal noises by now, but he started to move to my rhythm, taking my length inch by inch.
“Now,” he whispered, “fuck me.”
I needed no second urging and pushed hard, feeling his body encase my cock like a second skin.
“Fuck me,” he whispered again, “fuck me hard.”
And I did.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” he whispered, cried, shouted. “Fuck me! Oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
He might have said more, but I didn’t hear it. I was a machine, a beast, and I was part of him, fucking him, cumming up him, mastering him, owning him, being him...”
“Oh, fucking-fucking hell,” Clarissa suddenly cried, “I’m cumming too!”
***
She lay breathing for what seemed like an age, the aftershock of her orgasm washing over in wave after wave of pleasure, cleansing her and baptising her into a whole new life.
Greg was watching her intently, his cock so huge she felt that a touch as light as the graze of a butterfly’s wing would have him cumming like a fountain, pumping his hot cloudy white semen all over her.
She met his eye and smiled. “That was something,” she whispered.
“It’s the way I tell ‘em,” he replied, trying to grin, but he was far too aroused for his cheerful Englishman persona anymore, and Clarissa knew that he was physically struggling with his inner beast not to jump on her and rape her on the spot.
“Come on,” Clarissa whispered to him, getting up from the couch and pulling his tee-shirt over her top half, “show me some of your other pictures before we finish the photoset.”
“Why?” he asked, following her, watching her big round ass as she walked, aching to mount and possess her.
“Because I’m a jealous woman and I want to see who else got that big cock of yours all hot and hard before me,” she said, sitting down at the computer. “Now, how do you work this thing?”
He sat beside her and reached over her, his cock brushing her leg and making her gasp, and set the Mac to slideshow mode.
“This is some of my pussy-posse,” he said, running his fingers up her thigh towards her exposed cunt, “the ladies who make me the firm upstanding citizen that I am.”
She moved his hand gently off her leg and took hold of his great big cock. “Later,” she promised, “Mother wants to play first.”
He groaned but said nothing, luxuriating in what her hand was doing to his throbbing dick.
“So, who’s this one?” Clarissa asked, dragging her hand down hard and slow and holding it there, torturing him before she moved slowly back up again.
“Angie.”
“She’s very hairy.”
“Just the way I like them.”
“So I see. That beaver is certainly having the desired effect on you.”
“No, that’s all your own work, I can assure you.”
“What about if I was to play with myself while I perused your little pussy parade, how would Captain Cocky here like that?”
“Oh, I’m guessing very much,” he said through gritted teeth.
Clarissa laughed, delighting in her power over him. “Hmm, maybe a little too much,” she mused, “oh, now she’s nice, I love those tits, bet you’d like to cum between that pair.”
He made a little groaning noise and thrust his cock upwards, aching to fuck her the way she deserved.
“So, how many of these Freudian friends of your mother have you fucked, Little Lord Gregory? Is there a hoard of furry beaver scalps somewhere that I don’t know about?”
He shook his head. “None,” he whispered in agony, “they’re models, I don’t fuck them. I’m very professional...”
“Not with me you’re not,” she teased, squeezing his cock so tightly that it must have been hurting him. “Stripping in front of the model and showing her the goods is hardly professional, is it?”
“You’re different,” he gasped, “oh, fuck, you’re so different, and I so want to fuck you right now.”
The endless parade of nakedness was forgotten by now as she worked his monstrous cock rhythmically up and down, a slow punishing motion that was driving him insane.
“So this isn’t a one-off thing, then?” she asked quietly, sensing what was about to come. “I’ll hear from you again?”
“It was never a one-off thing,” he said in a strained voice, “I knew that when I first saw your picture. Now, please, let me fuck you...”
She smiled and shook her head and then started to move quickly up and down on his shaft and his orgasm shot out of him like a volcano, his hot pearlescent cum flying up all over her face and his belly, cascading down over her chubby white hand as he pumped more and more of it all over her.
“Fuck, what did you do that for?” he gasped, his heart thudding hard in his chest.
Clarissa laughed, giving his still very hard member a squeeze and then letting go and standing up. “Because we’ve go a photoset to finish and I want you to see me in all those sexy undies you’ve bought for me. Then we’ll see about fucking.”
She pulled his tee-shirt off and wiped her sticky hands on it and then walked naked across the room to the couch, loving the feel of his gaze on her round white ass as it wobbled behind her.
She knew that she would fuck him later, when the pictures were done, and that he would call her and that there would be many other delicious days like this when his camera would worship at the shrine of her nakedness.
For on this memorable day Clarissa had found her vocation and Greg, it seemed, had found his muse, and nothing on God’s earth would ever part them again...
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