Paul Gable
The coed_s wild ass
CHAPTER ONE
Lydia Merrick hurried along the uneven dirt path winding through the dense grove of elms. A warm breeze made the bright orange and red leaves rustle above the young blonde's head as she walked quickly toward the covered bridge. A good number of people still were wandering through Sturbridge Village even though it was only thirty minutes before closing time.
Shading her eyes with her hand, Lydia stopped some twenty feet from the bridge and scanned the moving throng of people for her friend Tina. She was so absorbed in the problem of finding her friend that Lydia was unaware of the lustful glances she was getting from many passing men.
"How'd you like to slip something hot into her?" one tall, fat dark-haired man said softly to his buddy as the two of them stood in front of the Mill Pond.
"Spread them legs apart, peel back them labes and start fuckin'," the other man said obscenely.
Lydia jerked with a start having heard the last few words. Only now was she aware of the two men standing close by. The young blonde dropped her hand and started walking toward the bridge. She couldn't deny that her silky flaxen hair tumbling over her slender shoulders, her soft blue eyes, her full pouting and sensuous lips and unblemished pink complexion were distractions for most males. But what was she to do? Splash acid on her face and eat Twinkies until she was stretch mark queen? Most men made their advances less crudely. But occasionally Lydia found herself contending with a Neanderthal as she was this time. The best defense, she had learned, from experience, was simply to ignore the comment and pass on by.
"Mmmm, hot pussy," the first man said sucking in his fat lower lip and biting down hard in frustration. His small black eyes glittered and danced like those of a hungry rat as Lydia brushed past the men and stepped onto the wood floor of the large covered bridge. She felt her skin crawl when she heard the first man moan. The blonde knew well what was on his mind.
I shouldn't have worn this sweater, Lydia thought to herself as she moved toward the middle of the darkened bridge. For the first time she was conscious of her full figure revealingly displayed by her outfit. The blonde's full, high-riding titties jiggled teasingly back and forth with every step she took. The hard, dark red nipples poked against the soft white cotton material, inviting stares from the curious and the lustful. Unconsciously Lydia knew she was displaying her womanhood, telling other women to beware of her alluring femininity, while advertising to all men her desperate physical needs and availability. Consciously, however, the story was something different.
Having recently turned twenty, Lydia Merrick was a junior at Amherst College in north central Massachusetts. Serious about her study of French medieval art, Lydia had little time for boys – or so she thought. She rarely went on dates, and even more rarely did she ever allow a boy to score a home run in her pussy. Although a child born in the sexual revolution, Lydia had managed her sexual experiences down.
"Hey baby, lemme suck your cunt!"
Lydia felt her face flush hot with shame and indignation. Her slender fingers clenched the blonde stopped and wheeled around, her eyes flashing with outrage. But the two men had fled after shouting out the obscene insult. The few people around her either sniggered or looked the other way as Lydia continued standing in middle of the bridge.
"Lydia, Lydia," the blonde heard a voice calling out faintly from the other side of the Mill Pond.
"Tina!" Lydia shouted back, sighing with relief and breaking into a run. Finally she'd be able to leave and get back to her dorm room. It was getting late and she had several hours of studying left to do yet.
"Isn't this fascinating?" Tina asked, lifting her chin and looking around at the thick forest of elms and maples surrounding them. Already long shadows, stretched across the path, announced the end of the day.
"Let's go," Lydia said. The more she thought of those two men and the more she considered her opened books sitting on the table in her room the more Lydia wanted to leave Sturbridge quickly.
"Just think! All this shows us how people lived back in 1720 or so," Tina bubbled out, turning and running behind her friend.
"I've had a good time, Tina, but I want to go back."
Lydia and Tina had decided to visit Sturbridge Village, a recreated New England town of the early eighteenth century. It was two days before the beginning of the fall semester and their last fling before settling down to their studies. Tina didn't notice Lydia's gloomy attitude as she strolled behind her friend and peered up at the tall, arching elms on either side of the path.
Nestled in the woods were restoration school houses, elegant town homes, taverns, copper smiths, general stores, and even a complete New England farm stretching out to a winding brook at the far end of the compound.
"Oh, let's stop here," Tina said, reaching forward and grabbing hold of Lydia's arm. They were in front of the shoemaker's shop. A young man in his early twenties squatted on an uneven wooden stool and carved a pattern on a sheet of leather.
"Tina…" Lydia was about to protest. But her dark-haired friend had already disappeared into the small shop and was chatting busily with the artisan. Lydia sighed, then turned around and found herself staring across a neatly manicured square. Across the tiny well-kept gardens and paths the blonde spotted a small home next to the church.
Checking behind her once more and seeing Tina was going to be tied up with the shoemaker for a while, Lydia brushed her hair back and quickly crossed the square to the home. Might as well do something until she's through Lydia thought, glancing down at her wristwatch and seeing Tina had only twenty more minutes before the compound closed.
"Hello?" Lydia called out as she stepped into the small building. Immediately the stale odor that always hung in the air in these buildings assaulted her nostrils. No one was in sight as she stepped cautiously into the dark interior.
The low ceiling, large wall fireplace in the living room, hard wood creaking floors, austere high-backed chairs surrounding a plain oaken table suggested this home was once owned by a middle class merchant hundreds of years ago. Lydia walked slowly through the living room, trailing her fingertips softly across the blue flower wallpaper barely visible in the growing darkness. Passing round one corner of the fireplace, the blonde reached a narrow winding stairway leading, she supposed, to the upstairs bedroom. Suddenly finding herself enjoying this excursion, Lydia mounted the stairs, holding on to a creaking railing with one hand.
She reached the top and turned to the right, poking her head into what she guessed was the master bedroom. A small fireplace seemed carved into the wall nearest her with a bed warmer leaning against one side. Two Bentwood rockers stood at either end of the room, while in the middle a canopied bed occupied most of the space. But what Lydia found startling was some shape sprawled across the puffy mattress.
"Oh!" she cried out involuntarily, realizing only now it was a man. Her little cry woke the young man from his dozing. Her jerked up, rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at the blonde.
"I'm sorry," Lydia giggled nervously. She felt she should turn around and leave the house. Yet there was something in her that told her to stand still and wait for… for what she wondered.
"No, I should be apologizing," the young man said, throwing his legs over the right side of the bed. He was dressed in the blue knickers and high white socks most of the attendants of the official exhibits wore. He had taken off his white powdered wig, revealing a full head of black curly hair. His drawstring white cotton shirt was fully opened to the waist, allowing Lydia to view his muscular hairy chest. "I thought nobody else would be coming in. It's almost closing time isn't it?"
"Yes," Lydia said, feeling her skin crawl with strange excitement as the young man started walking over to her. She glanced down at her watch, realized she couldn't see the hands in the dim light, then moved forward a little toward a small window to the right for more light.
At the same time the guide walked in the same direction. The result was a collision that nearly knocked Lydia to the floor.
"I'm sorry," he said, reaching out quickly and grabbing Lydia tightly around the waist to prevent her from falling.
"That's all right," she panted, surprised at the sudden low tone of her voice. She was shaking all over, beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. Her cunny was tingling, puckering and trembling. A strange, delightful itch began centering around her stretching clitty while her nipples stiffened and poked teasingly against the soft white cotton material of her tight sweater. And all this happening because someone had just prevented her from crashing to the floor.
Lydia raised her right hand and rubbed her fingers across her forehead. She had to get a grip on herself. Tina was probably out in the square looking for her. "I'd better go," Lydia found herself whispering like a conspirator as she broke gently away from the guide's grip and backed toward the stairway. Her breathing became shallow and labored as she kept her eyes fastened on his. Lydia thanked God it was dark in the room and he couldn't fully see the effect his touch had on her.
"While you're here I can show you around the house," he said, his voice catching at the end of the sentence. Lydia felt her heart pounding so hard she thought it could rip through her rib cage. She could tell he was as excited as she. The air between them grew thick and hot. She would never forget the young man's appearance as he stood in front of her. He was the most handsome and masculine young man she had ever seen. Dressed in eighteenth century costume with a worn brown leather belt and jackboots he was severely good-looking.
"I-I have a friend," Lydia stammered. She wanted to stay, to close the door behind her and stay with this man. The confused girl couldn't avoid the strange thought of giving herself completely to him – a strange thought considering the number of men and boys she had fought off in the back seats of many cars.
"She can wait," he said, stretching his powerful arm over her left shoulder and shutting the door softly. Lydia felt her throat constrict and her mouth grow dry as cotton. She could still turn around and leave. Nothing had happened yet. He had barely touched her. There would be no hurt feelings on either side. Yet one look at his incredibly handsome face told her leaving now was impossible.
"Come here," he said in a thick voice, sliding his hand down her shoulder to her elbow. That strange, throbbing tingle came again as his calloused hands scraped over her flesh. It was insistent, that feeling. It began along the insides of her thighs like a tiny electric shock, building until her cunt-lips, asscheeks and belly felt heavy and flushed. She moved past the window as if in a trance, her legs seeming to belong to someone else.
Her cunt felt hot and very wet. As her hips moved from walking the velvet inner pussy surfaces rubbed together and hot juice seeped out to dampen the crotch panel of her panties. This was the worst she had been ever. She was suffering from an attack of horniness, something she had never experienced before.
"But what if someone…" Lydia said, snapping partly out of her red sensual fog and wondering about a stray tourist wandering into the bedroom as she did.
"I locked the door. Besides it's late. And by the way, my name's Tom McLaughlin," he said, smiling broadly and revealing two rows of strong white teeth that flashed brilliantly even in the dark.
"Lydia Merrick," the blonde panted, feeling strange new, highly pleasurable sensations rippling across her tightening cunny. She felt his hand slide down from her elbow to her waist, turning her toward him. Tom leaned forward as she tilted her face, opened her lips slightly and received his kiss. "Ummmmmm," she murmured through the kiss as she curved her body against his chest and belly. Her pussy grew hotter as she felt Tom rub his groin back and forth across her crotch.
What he was doing was obscene, filthy. She would have never let anyone do that to her before. Lydia tried to protest, but found Tom's tongue spearing between her lips, pushing down into her throat, fighting with her own oral organ. Slowly the young girl gave in to the guide's insistence, drawing her hands up to his back and pulling him tightly against her.
She felt her nipples crushing against her sweater as his hands roamed freely around her waist, down to her fleshy rounded ass-mounds and pressing in as that bulging crotch rubbed back and forth. That groin pressure against the slick material of her slacks was making her outer labes rub back and forth against one another. They teased her clitty into full erection.
"Lydia," Tom whispered nestling his mouth in the soft hollows of her neck. The blonde tilted back her head, her mouth open and letting out tight, drowning gasps of passion as the guide kissed her throat. At the same time Tom curled his fingers around the bottom of her tight-fitting sweater, pulling it out from inside her slacks and scraping the soft material along her hot belly flesh. Lydia pulled away for an instant, raising her arms high above her head and letting Tom pull the garment over her head and toss it to the floor. As the soft cotton tickled its way over her sensitive nipples and titty flesh Lydia gasped out with delight. As the sweater was pulled over her jugs, they were lifted by the steady tug until she moaned with pleasure.
"That's better," the guide said. Lydia silently agreed, feeling the heavy weight of her full tits flow down her body. "Jesus!" Tom said, peering through the darkness at the panting blonde's hanging boobs. He pushed his fingers deep into their soft, silky flesh. "Beautiful tits, nipples as hard as my cock," he said, catching the ends between his thumb and right forefinger and starting to squeeze.
"Ohhhh," Lydia moaned, throwing her head further back and arching her body against Tom's grinding thighs. Her titties lifted up high, settling into his hands, begging to be rubbed and felt. Never before had she so lewdly given herself to anyone.
All she could think of now was the pulsing itch throbbing through her cunny, intensified by Tom's manipulations of her boobs. Even his increasingly crude language excited her. As Tom increased the pressure on her nipples, squeezing them almost cruelly, Lydia swayed drunkenly back and forth. She could feel the hard pulsating ends being crushed like nuts until the soft flow of pain started to vibrate through her flesh. Lydia sank lower onto his body as she felt his hands caressing her naked back. Her cheek came to rest on the hairy, hard muscles of his belly.
"Let's get to the bed," Tom said, pulling her toward the large canopied bed behind them. He let her go, reaching down and pulling his shirt over his head, fully revealing his broad, masculine chest. A thick coat of animal-like fur covered his rippling chest, tapering down to a thin line of hair that covered his sunken navel and continued past the beltline of his knickers to his crotch.
Tom sat down on the far edge of the bed, crossing his legs and quickly slipping off his shoes and high white socks. Standing up, he started to open his trousers, then broke into a thin smile. "You take 'em off."
Lydia gasped at this suggestion. To undress a man, and in this place! Yet that command given to her in here, excited her to no end. Driven by some dark strange force rearing its head for the first time in her mind, Lydia reached out and obediently worked on his belt buckle. Lydia pulled his trousers down over his hairy ass. She worked quickly, pulling the knickers all the way down past his jutting hipbones until she saw a large, thick long sausage-shaped object spring free and brush her hand. Her fingers ran over the thick curly mat of hair covering his legs until they found their way to his hot balls.
Lydia was no complete stranger to sex and had one or two enjoyable times when in bed with a few men. But now she felt completely uninhibited, released from all social ties and taboos. And here in God-fearing New England of all places!
"Now for you," Tom said, raising Lydia completely up. The blonde gasped as she felt Tom's fingers reach down and unzip her slacks. As the pants fell and revealed her pink silken panties, the blonde sucked in a ragged breath and waited for what she was sure was to be the experience of her life.
CHAPTER TWO
Tom was touching her ass, gently kneading each plump cheek. Even through the covering of the silken panty material the touch of his hands felt incredibly good. Lydia rocked her hips, feeling his cock ram into the softness of her belly. Her slacks were still wrapped around her ankles, keeping her knees and thighs together in a tight bind. The guide moved one of his hands slowly around her hip and dragged his fingers down her flat belly until he curled them around her panty-covered cunny mound. Lydia cried out in a choked whisper, standing on her tiptoes as Tom rubbed the wet material up between her swollen cunt-lips. Lydia rocked forward, then back, then forward again, bucking her hips so he would rub against her clitty shaft.
Oh God, that pulsing itch was growing into a throbbing ache. She felt every nerve-ending in her body stand on end and sing with excitement as Tom grew hotter and bolder in his caresses.
"Unnnngh!" she gasped. He pushed her backward in the darkened bedroom until she fell against the edge of the bed. Lydia sat down slowly watching Tom like a hawk as he squatted down and removed her slacks from her ankles. She riveted her eyes on that long, horse-like prong sticking out like a spear from his flat, muscular belly while his hanging nuts tightened up against the fat dickroot with sexual tension. Finished with stripping the willing blonde, Tom moved up on the bed. He was all over her in an instant, pushing her shoulders down, licking her large stiff nipples with his broad tongue. He was a little awkward and hurried in his love-making at first. But that just seemed to add to the excitement raking her mind.
"Lydia," he moaned. His hipbones bumped hers. He was plowing the shaft of his cock up against her belly. She could feel the brush of his balls and the different way the dome of his cock was shaped as it slid into the tight groove between her legs and thigh. Pushing her hands between their grinding bodies, Lydia reached down until she was where she guessed his cock was. She wanted to touch it, to hold and caress it between her fingers. Lydia curled her fingers around his prong, listening to Tom moan and feeling his body jerk from her gentle touch.
His dick was as hard as steel, and yet the skin moved easily over that hardness. The meaty head flared out and was spongy to her pressure. When she pushed her thumbnail gently into it Tom grunted and squirmed his hips. Then there was the hot, greasy sensation of pre-cum dribbling out from the piss-slit and coating her fingers. How she wanted that cock in her.
But she hadn't taken her pill this morning. She hadn't thought much about that sort of thing, having been sexually inactive for almost a year now. Oh God, what if she became pregnant? Abortion? Child birth? No, she couldn't let him fuck her no matter how badly she wanted to feel that cock forcing her outer labes back, crushing her clit-shaft, tunneling into her pussy.
But in spite of her silent resolve Lydia found herself fondling Tom's fat balls, feeling the shape of them through the leathery skin of his scrotum. She gently squeezed them, rolling them against one another. Tom's breathing grew shallow as he began kissing her neck, sliding his tongue down her shoulders, and still hunching his cockshaft up and down in her hip-groove. He started kissing her big titties again, laving them with coats of hot spittle. Lydia squeezed her asscheeks together, rocking her hips back and forth to create a subtle friction in her pussy against her clitty. Oh, how good Tom's lips, tongue and teeth felt against her throbbing nipples. Her body shuddered with excitement. Her boobs jiggled and rolled against one another. Lydia's breathing became more and more labored, her head rolling back and forth over the pillow under her as she raked her fingernails over Tom's humping back. Her mind was whirling around. Should she let him get under the material of her panties. She could feel his fingers sliding under the elastic leg band of her briefs. If she let him get too far, she'd be caught up in the act, swallowing his dick up her twat and risking the chance of pregnancy. No, she couldn't.
"Don't!" Lydia cried as Tom's fingers clutched at the underside of her cuntal mound. He divided the bare crack and pushed deep. Lydia dragged in a choked breath, digging her chin into Tom's shoulder. He was pressing her down, forcing her deeper and deeper into that soft bed. She could hear the rope springs groaning under their combined weight as they rolled slowly in their increasingly frenzied fucking dance. She knew he wanted to get her panties off and then slide that meaty, rounded cockdome past her peeled back outer labes and into her pussy.
"Baby, baby," Tom whispered in her ear, flicking the tip of his tongue in and out of the hearing channel while he smoothed his hands down her body. His cock had slipped lower now until it was nearly under her cuntal mound. Lydia had soaked her panty crotch with hot juice. As Tom pumped his cock against the cloth-covered crack, she could tell where the dome of his dickhead was. It was shoving the silky material up between her cunt-lips. That new sensation was amazingly delicious. Lydia closed her eyes, sucked her top lip under her teeth and rolled her ass up to increase the friction of her wet cunt-lips against Tom's cock. Her puffy membranes were soaking Tom with slickness too.
She could guess the young guide was as excited as she. Droplets of perspiration splashed from his forehead down her face and upper chest. Even in the increasing darkness Lydia could see Tom's eyes dance mischievously and excitedly in his handsome head while the veins stuck out in his powerful neck. There was a desperate kind of urgency in his movements against her body. The way he had settled quickly between her thighs, forcing them open with his knees, then pinning down her slender, sleek legs that suggested to the blonde he hadn't had sex in some time.
"Oh Goddd!" Lydia shuddered. The pulsing itch between her thighs was especially intense and good when the dickhead barely grazed her stiffened clit. It all felt so hot, wet and tight between her legs. Involuntarily she pulled her knees up slightly, gasping as she felt her fat outer labes unstick and open up under her wet panties. The velvety rub of Tom's thick cockhead was driving her crazy. She dug her fingernails deeper into his back, scraping the tough skin until she heard him cry out for her to stop it.
"S-sorry," she stammered, rocking her hips and slipping her hand down again until she touched guide's thickly veined cock-shaft and balls. She found the steamy drenched place where cunt-lips had been mashed to the side. "Oh, no!" she cried. Her panty crotch had been twisted aside, stretched into the groove between her thigh and one cunt-lip. Tom's dickhead was touching her pussy, his slick tip gliding up and down groove of her cunt.
Lydia shuddered as she thought of her resolve. Should she take a chance and let him fuck her in the pussy? Frantically the young blonde tried to pull the narrow band of silk back over her naked twat, but the soaked material slipped from her grip. Tom's cock gouged at her. He twisted her small body up against him, trapping her wrist between their sweaty bellies.
"Lydia," he said, keeping her from making any moves. His mouth was wet and hungry at her throat. Wet, hot and cold flashes of excitement rippled through her cunny and belly. Lydia felt herself burning up inside as Tom caught her head with both hands and smothered her protests with a long, tongue-filled wet kiss. She cried into his mouth, her nostrils flaring like a mare in rut while the young guide fucked his hips against the resisting twat.
"Stop! Don't!" the blonde protested, tearing her mouth from his and twisting her head to one side. She felt the soft cotton material of the pillow nearly smothering her and she tried to push him away. But her strength had been sapped away from her by her increasing sexuality. He had her pinned to the bed helpless. A sob choked her. She should scream. But that steady sleek friction against her cunt-lips was consuming all her energy. She was terribly close to orgasm, something that against her will, had swept dangerously close to her.
"Lydia," Tom repeated. Whenever he tried to push against the soft mouth of her cunt, Lydia tilted her mound, making his dick slide up along her cuntal slit again. It slid over the pulsing clitty shaft sticking out from the top of her puffy, wet labes like a tiny finger. The room spun around her, growing blurry as her eyes glazed over and rolled back in her head. Tom bucked his hips forward with a raspy moan coming from his dry throat. She could tell he was close to cumming. He was crushing her, brutalizing her with his fingers, clutching at her sweaty flesh with anxious fingers. Their bellies and legs slid easily over one another on a thick layer of mutual sweat. Lydia tilted her hips again and the swollen lobes at the underside his cockhead slid against her clit.
Oh God, she could feel the throbbing dickhead pulse against her clitty. Tom let it lay there for a second, the two sex organs throbbing and pulsing against one another, each dangerously close to sparking off into a mind-blasting cum.
"Don't fuck me. Please." Lydia gasped out. If he wanted to he could force himself into her and she could do little about it.
"All right, baby," he said after several seconds of thought. Before she had a chance to thank him she felt his hands slide down her sides until the fingers met under her back. He rolled her over quickly, forcing her legs further apart with his knees while his fingers curled along the backside of her elastic waistband. "I'm going to get into something. Damned if I'm going to waste myself on your belly!"
"No, don't! I've never done it that way before," Lydia cried, real fear growing in her now as she felt her panties peel down over her rounded ass-globes, scrape over her legs, then finally stop around knees. She felt Tom raise his body up. He was poised over her like a triumphant lion over his downed deer. She tried to get up but was pushed down by the guide.
Sobbing helplessly the blonde pushed her hands into the pillow and buried her face in the soft, downy material. In a second he was pushing the mauve-colored crown of his swollen cock against her small bunghole. "Please, you'll hurt me!" Lydia cried, squirming with discomfort as Tom held her down securely. She felt his strong fingers tighten on her hips, pulling her up toward him. Another choked sob escaped her parted lips as Lydia felt Tom reach under her and force her into a semi-crouched bitch-dog fucking position. Her titties hung down, pulling at her chest. Lydia felt her face flush with pain and shame as Tom pushed forward and down harder. A dull aching gave way to sharp pain as her sphincter reluctantly gave way to the guide's insistence. The pain radiated from her violated asshole up her belly to her chest. She suddenly had the urge to piss as the crown of Tom's cock disappeared into her bowls.
Crying out again, the blonde shook her head violently and clawed at the pillow until she realized she had torn the material with her fingernails. Her toes curled as an odd tingling sensation rippled over her flesh. Then when Tom plunged the first three inches of his ten inch prong into her ass Lydia shrieked, not caring who heard her. There was a second of agonizing, searing pain. Then her sphincter locked securely over the fat knob. A steady pulsing hurt radiated more strongly from her stretched shitter.
"Please, please," Lydia moaned into the pillow. She shook all over as if in a fever. Desperately her body tensed to resist the hot prong. Her ass jerked back and up involuntarily, screwing the jizz-packed cock in tightly. She felt her bowels full of that hot worm as Tom pushed another two inches into her ass. Scalding tears welled up in her eyes as she sucked in a lung full of air.
"You're tearing me apart," Lydia said in a choked voice.
"It's almost all the way in," Tom said huskily, ignoring her cries and pleas. "Now feel this." With a final lunge he plunged his swollen prong in up to his balls. Lydia stiffened breathlessly for a moment, a white fog of agony bleaching her mind of all thought and sensation. Her knees dug deep into the mattress and slipped on the sweat-stained spread. Helplessly she tried to fall away.
Then suddenly Tom slid his thick dong back to the tip of his cockhead. Lydia lunged forward, letting out her breath in a loud rush as she felt a sudden hot flash rip across her asshole. Strangely that flash tingled up to her clitty, reviving its former sexuality.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she gasped as she felt her belly being filled and emptied over and over again while Tom increased the speed of his fucking. She was sick and breathless from the relentless pain in her bowels. To her shame and surprise Lydia also realized that the desire to piss earlier had become a reality. She was urinating freely down her legs from the excitement.
And yet Tom continued ramming her ass, plowing her rectal furrow with his cunt-splitter faster and faster.
"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted through parted lips as she felt Tom's hot pipe shove relentlessly into her body. She could hear the loud slapping of his fat balls against her bare ass. "God! God! God!" she cried.
Yet in spite of the pain and agony and shame, the heat from the fucking dick started to spread throughout her body. It radiated to her cunny, making it itch and tighten up as it had before. As if he realized what was happening, Tom slid his hand around her hip until the palm pressed down on the bottom junction of her snatch-lips. Lydia moaned, rolling her head from side to side as she felt him unstick her fattening labes with his fingers, then slide them up until they bumped against her unsheathed clitty. He was stroking that tiny sex organ with his forefinger, pushing it down, brushing it to one side, rubbing it against her furry cunt-lip until the primitive lust that had threatened to take her over completely had returned.
The pain in her ass blended into a strange pleasure. Lydia started squirming, rocking and waving her full asscheeks back and forth as Tom drove his steely dick home over and over again. He was sliding his hips from side to side, driving his cock from the left, then from the right, then up, then down, reaming out her shithole while his balls tightened and screwed up hard against his cockroot. He pushed his thumbnail into the head of her clit-shaft, making the young woman shriek with unspeakable ecstasy.
Pain blended with pleasure here. A long thin string of drool leaked from the right corner of her mouth as the blonde bucked against Tom's loving, stroking, caressing hand. Her knees stretched further apart. The warm piss against her legs cooled, providing a strange contrast to the furnace-like heat in her shitter and cunny. Lydia's body began to jerk wildly like a berserk puppet. She felt her cunt cumming. And then there was the steaming hot flood of jizz suddenly filling her rudely stretched asshole. She felt scaled and burned by that tide of cum. Frantically she urged her ass up and down the shooting pole, forcing more jizz into her.
As Tom finished dumping his spunk into her shitter and collapsed onto her back, forcing her on the bed once more, Lydia felt a slow, powerful rolling orgasm sweep over her pussy. She clenched her thighs hard together, rubbing the velvety membranes back and forth against the guide's still-stroking finger as another and then another wave of orgasm swept over her aching pussy.
Again and again the orgasmic shocks tore at her, forcing the blonde to gasp, cry out and shriek with an ecstasy she had never before experienced. The bed groaned as the two of them finished their mutual orgasm. The strength she had barely felt before had completely left her. Lydia lay motionless in bed, twisting her head further to one side for air as the final pulsing throbs of her climax died away, leaving only a delicious, all enveloping glow covering her flesh.