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The Rodriguez farm had presented a chance for reckless fun and abandon like it hadn't in a long time. That's not to say its residents and employees hadn't been entertaining themselves frequently and fervently already, but now was the opportunity for Carmella to do whatever she wanted and get away with it without ever having to be sneaky. Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez were away on vacation along with almost all the farm staff. The barn was empty of the milk cows and the stable of its work horses, all of them visiting their families for the holidays. That was except for Jim, the eldest and biggest of the gang. Someone who knew how to run the place had to stick around, and though Carmella had lived there her entire life she knew little to nothing about maintaining a farm in winter. She was the farmer's daughter, after all. Her sweet, delicate hands never got dirty.

At least when she wasn't jerking horse cocks. In the company of six strapping, virulent working men with breeding tools fit to split a girl in half, Carmella could only resist so much. The same applied to them in the presence of a bombastically buxom woman like her, one whose expertise of stallion anatomy grew more complete with every moment spent in coitus. On the property of her father and their boss, such debauchery had to be kept on the downlow. Fortunately, Mr. Rodriguez proved utterly oblivious, keeping the men employed while each one of them were fucking his daughter stupid on a nigh daily basis. Now that he was gone and Carmella had Jim to herself, she planned on cramming a month's worth of lovemaking into the two days they had with just each other.

Too bad the big game was on.

The stable was clear of its usual pall of cigarette smoke now that Jim was the only stallion occupying it. He had the TV entirely to himself, a luxury seldom enjoyed with five other fellows to share it with. He was lurched back on the far-right cushion, a beer in one hand which sat on the armrest. A thinly stretched white tank top was all he had to cover his gut-swollen torso. Arms like howitzers would move to sip from his beer or scratch himself, the huge muscles grinding inside them like stones. Spots of bleach covered the faded jeans he wore. He took a swig of beer, a mindless action after a lifetime of doing it. The regular sized bottle looked small in his giant hand and perched against his grizzly horse lips. A humungous neck supported a big and long head with its many rows of cord and muscle. Jim was a Belgian Draft, and he was built like one too.

But now he could afford to be lazy. It was week 18 when many NFL teams were ready for the playoffs. Most spots had been decided, but a petulant few were still scrapping at the very last moment. Tonight was a special occasion where both teams were viable for a spot, but only if one defeated the other. The loser's season would be over. The winner had a shot at the Super Bowl, if a thin one. Jim, while not a fan of either team (Go Cowboys) he liked them both just fine and hoped for a good game. Their rosters were stacked and headed by quarterbacks hungry for a ring. Out of all the regular season games, this would draw the biggest crowd, and Jim was one of them.

Carmella wished he wasn't. She was too, but not by choice. Her head was in the stallion's lap, right atop the pinnacle of his searing hot manhood, currently dormant inside its sheathe unfortunately. She'd dressed especially trashy to try and draw his attention. A red plaid button shirt had been cut to act as nothing more than a censor bar for her nipples, leaving bare every inch of her cleavage on the top and bottom sides of her titanic tits. There was no bra to speak of, her every jiggling movement threatening to let her fat, candy-colored nipples come toppling out. A pair of similarly cut jeans did little more to contain the bombastic contours of her hips and ass. The pockets fell well below the frayed remnants of her pant legs while the beltline- also bereft of any underwear -failed to conceal the upper limit of that sensuous V which funneled into her chalice. She'd spent time brushing her long, auburn hair so that it was extra soft and lustrous, something she knew Jim loved. He liked to grab onto it while slam-fucking her from behind. Right now, she could've been shaving it all off for all he cared. The game was on, and he wasn't going to take his eyes off it any time soon.

A simple 'I'm horny. Let's fuck' should've sufficed. Indeed, she'd all but said that verbatim half an hour ago before the game started. “After the game," Jim said. He meant it politely, but to the increasingly needy Carmella he might as well have told her to fuck off. Her idea was to lay her head in his lap right atop his cock and balls to elicit a reaction, but all it really did was intensify her own arousal. Her thick and chunky legs were constantly squirming against each other. The cup of her jeans was dark with the moisture permeating from her cunny. Everything around her loins felt ready to collapse in on itself like the vacuum of space. The game slugged on play after play. A quarterback would pass the ball or hand it to the running back. Some yards would be gained, or not. Third down, no conversion, punt. Red zone, fourth down, field goal. No touchdowns yet. Carmella might've been invested in the game if it was a little more exciting. Even then, the fire in her britches needed quelling, and the balm was separated from her cheek by a thin layer of denim. So close, but still so far.

Jim took another swig of beer. Carmella could hear the gulp of his throat. The quarterback made a good pass, and suddenly Jim was hooting. “[i]Oooh![/i] There we go! Go! Go! Go!" Carmella was rattled in his lap. She hugged his thigh more tightly and squished her cheek against the bulging shape of his nutsack. The wide receiver was corralled out of bounds, and Jim calmed down. His excitement was brief and mostly contained, but it worked to further agitate Carmella. The sizzle between her thighs had turned into an ache. She'd marinated in his musk cloud for long enough. It was time to make a move.

Her pale, dainty hand slithered along the topside of his thigh and into his groin. Her head wiggled up into the underside of his precipitous muscle-gut to make room. Her palm sat nicely atop the contours of his man purse which she began to massage, drifting across his swollen rotundity left and right. Jim stayed silent, but the slight jerk from inside him and a huff through the nose betrayed him. He put the bottle to his lips again to better distract from the lady petting him so intimately. His gaze remained fixed on the game. He was determined to see it to the end.

Not if Carmella had anything to do with it. Her hand sank deeper into his scrotum. She pressed into the space between his plums where it was extra hot, stifling almost. He got a nice and friendly squeeze before her head turned and gave the summit of his sheath a good nuzzling. A lungful of his cocksmell swooped in through her nose. [i]Sniiiifffffffffffff[/i]. Good, but not enough. There were still his jeans to get out of the way. His body shared the same obstacle as a stirring in his loins gave birth to the head of his cock, the first part of what she was hoping would turn into a gargantuan erection. It shoved right into her face, a hot pedestal of growing stiffness she intended to impale herself on. Carmella stuffed her face right into it and grinded her nose around, incidentally tickling Jim's belly with her hair.

“I feel you doing that," he said finally.

She stopped her nuzzling but kept the side of her face planted on his cock. “Is it doing anything?"

“Yeah, and I wish it didn't." He sipped his beer. “I told you, after the game."

Carmella pried her face out of his junk to look at him with plump, pouted lips and messy hair. “I don't wanna wait that long. I can't wait that long."

He smiled at her sadly. “Can you at least wait 'til half time?"

“How long until then?"

He did the math in his head. “Maybe… 40 minutes to an hour." He could tell that wasn't going to cut it. “Come on. I want to as much as you do, but once things get started with you and I there's no easy way to stop it, at least not until I'm drained. You know that."

“I do know that." She laid a hand on his collar and scratched the space between his pecs. His muscles were dense like iron, barely giving way underneath her fingers. Just touching them made her buzz a little. “That's why I wanna do it so bad. I'm [i]horny[/i]." That last word was emphasized the same way a child might explain how badly they wanted a toy.

Jim couldn't hold back a chuckle. His colossal mitt of a hand rustled Carmella's hair. “I'm aware of that. Just hold on, darling. Won't be too long." Then he looked back at the game and took another swig from his beer.

Carmella harrumphed and plopped her head back down in his lap. Her thighs continued squirming together. That fat lump of horsecock next to her head wasn't helping; she started to regret bringing it to life. [i]I guess I could go upstairs and take care of it myself.[/i] But that would only hold her off for so long. What's more, she didn't feel like removing herself from Jim or the couch.

But who said she had to?

The writhe of her legs came to a stop and a devilish grin pulled at her lips. She waited a few moments before lifting her head from Jim's lap. He appreciated the freedom to pull at his jeans and free up some space for his growing member. That grace period was short lived as Carmella promptly sat herself down in his lap, the bountiful swell of her ass falling squarely on his growing cock bulge.

“Whoa, hold on now," he protested. He leaned his head back so his chin wouldn't knock her in the head. The hot and heavy cushion of her haunches was a mournful boon to his arousal. It was stifled under her weight, unable to grow much further out of his sheath now that she was there to stop it. A shade of red came to his cheeks. “Carmella."

He was ignored. Whatever he had to say wasn't important as Carmella leaned back into him, resting the back of her head into the space between his pecs where he was tickled by her luxuriously soft hair. Her legs came open atop his, saddling the thighs with her feet dangling over the edge. Shifting around a little got her more comfortable and further grinded her ass on his manhood. He was a bedrock of warmth beneath her. The jut of his penis felt ready to lift her towards the ceiling and beyond. She intended on going further.

One hand of hers rubbed her cunny through her jeans. The denim was wet to the touch. Her buttocks clenched on reflex and her thighs shuddered. She sank her teeth into her lip and purred. “This game is so boring," she groaned pitifully.

Jim was clenching his jaw. The beer bottle was ready to shatter in his grasp with the tendons in his forearms jutting to the surface. “It's a commercial," he grunted.

Carmella performed another squirm. “Mmm, I hadn't noticed." The hand on her crotch slid to the pants button and popped it free. The fly came down with utmost ease and revealed a thatch of fur she kept petite and trim. Both hands went into pulling her pants down her thigh so that the full nudity of her behind was cradled atop Jim's member, now screaming for some air. Once her jeans were past the knees they could plummet to her ankles and be tossed at the TV by a flick of her foot. Carmella opened her legs as far as they would go. That slit of velvet softness between her thighs radiated with flavorful heat. The middle and ring fingers of her right hand dipped inside and made a soft pulling motion into the jutting pearl. Her head swooned. “Mmmmm~"

Jim had half the mind to grab her by the midriff and chuck her across the room, but he was too much of a gentleman. Instead, he remained focused on the TV, unfortunately still showing commercials. He tried his damndest to take note of what was on screen, what product was being advertised, who was promoting it, how much it cost. This was while a beautiful young woman was fingering herself on his lap, wriggling around like a wounded animal, moaning and groaning. That blissful scent of a woman in heat made his nostrils flare. He took a sip of beer. Carmella hit a sweet spot and let out a moan. He took a sip of beer. She bucked on him, jiggling the dough of her ass and thighs. He took a sip of beer. The hand not knuckle-deep in her feminism laid itself on his forearm and squeezed it through the throes of her pleasure. Jim tried to take a sip of beer, but there was nothing left, only Carmella who resolutely pleasured herself on him.

“Fuck," he grumbled. “I hate you sometimes, you know that?"

Carmella lit a victorious smile at the same time a moan escaped her. “[i]Ohhhh…[/i] What was that?" But she was startled by the sudden crash and tinkle of glass hitting the hardwood floor. Jim reached around her with both hands, hooked his fingers into the front of her shirt, then yanked them down. Out spilled her titanic breasts, both of them plummeting and wobbling into their God-given rotundity with fat, puffy nipples already made stiff by her excitement. Jim grabbed them both and gave an authoritarian, almost vengeful double-honk before rolling his palms in idiosyncratic orbits, the fingers clenching with every other turn.

A melodic gasp swept through Carmella's mouth and returned as a shuddering sigh. The gritty roughness of his callouses scraped her nipples something fantastic, adding a sputtering bliss to her quim. She fingered herself more enthusiastically and grinded harder on him. “[i]Hahhhhhh~ What changed your mind? Huhhhhh…[/i]"

“Oh, I don't know. Might've been something you said." Jim craned his head next to hers over her right shoulder. His nose fell into the crook of her neck which he obliged to nibble and suck on. Another gasp swelled her lungs before she leaned away from him, turned her head, then kissed him on the lips.

The pair made love with their mouths, the rest of their bodies maintaining a mechanic series of grinds, humps, gropes, and squeezes. The smack of their lips was loud with Jim dragging at her lips with his own rather aggressively. His tongue forced itself on her mouth, that which she welcomed with an open maw that bulged at the cheeks with his every sweep and prod. Carmella's self-pleasuring slowed down so she could focus on kissing, though the heavy sawing on his cock wouldn't let up.

He couldn't take it anymore, and his face separated from hers with a loud, wet suction noise. Bridges of spit and a cloud of hot breath connected their faces. “Damn, baby. You gotta hop off."

Carmella opened her eyes and frowned. “Why?"

“'Cause I'm about to bust through these jeans like it ain't nothing, and you ain't givin' me no room to breathe."

She could tell as much from how hard he was pressing on her butt. “Yeah, hold on big guy. Let's get you right." She did him the mercy of lifting her ass off his groin. So tented were his jeans that the shape of his cockhead was impressed on the denim like a mold. “Scoot forward for me," she said. “I have an idea." Jim, desperate for some freedom, did as he was told by shimmying forward on his butt until it was on the edge of the sofa. Carmella reached between her thighs and beneath her slavering pussy to undo the fly. Soft hands retrieved his pecker, a gargantuan pole of ebon flesh hellacious with veins and frightening with stature. It wasn't halfway out of his sheath and Carmella had to adjust herself to make room for it. Jim wiggled his jeans and boxers further down his thighs until the cantankerous set of balls in his purse plummeted into the open, stretching the skin smooth and letting fly a haughty man stink. Carmella appreciated it all by bending over and looking at it through the gaps in her tits and thighs. “Mmmm, there we go. Better?"

Jim let out a long huff. His eyes were on her ass and the two fleshy cavities which stared back at him within the deep canyon between her haunches. “Much better," he grunted before licking his lips.

“Here, let me do you one better." Carmella sat back down. For a frightening moment Jim thought she would try and penetrate herself when he wasn't all the way hard yet. Luckily for the both of them, she sat on his pubis and leaned back into his gut, scissoring her well-fed thighs around his pole which teetered one way lazily while growing bigger and firmer by the second. Her head was nestled in the crook of his pecs again. She wore a smug grin while gently squeezing her legs and stoking his dick with both hands. “How's that, big guy?"

She didn't see Jim's eyes rolling back into his head, the immaculate softness of her inner leg skin electrifying his pole and making that huge cock muscle throb. “Fucking amazing," he sighed.

Carmella let out a satisfied purr. Her eyes were adrift along his length, much of which was contained by her legs and yet still towered from her lap with all the pomp and authority of a real stallion. “Yeah, I think so too," she whispered.

While she continued rubbing her thighs on him and exploring with her hands Jim peeled out of his tank top, leaving him nude except for his boots and the jeans which were crumpled around his ankles along with his underwear. Carmella was greeted by the loving scratch of his belly hair against her back. Even better was the return of his hands to her breasts, albeit less intense this time. He cradled them like the precious bundles they were, his middle fingers dipping into the teats and making tiny circles.

“Ohhh~" moaned Carmella. She was kindly reminded of the fire burning in her cunt. She humped the topside of his pole which had achieved full stature and stiffness. The bulbous summit hovered more than a foot above her lap, a hammerhead she yearned to be pounded by. Another throb tugged at the cock muscle, drawing forth a thickish tear of precum from the slit that oozed onto the underside and drooled into a tendril. Jim huffed quietly behind her. The muscles in his bedrock thighs and granite glutes would twitch and heave on occasion, bumping him into her increasingly sensitive backside. Soon she had painted the bottom part of his cock in a sheen of pussy juice, that which added even more spice to the miasma of sex steadily growing and soon to explode.

Carmella squirmed and whined. “Oh fuck…" She sat upright suddenly, her tits bumping into Jim's cock. Rigid man flesh met maternal softness, and Carmella gently retrieved her breasts out of Jim's grasp so she could wrap them around the head of his cock, swaddling it in the most delicate sweetness.

Jim slumped back, a sudden burst of delight weakening him. “Ohhhhhh, fuck." His unoccupied hands found her trunk and massaged her sides. Her shirt was still there before he rather rudely pulled it apart by the buttons and tossed it aside so that she could be in her full nature. Carmella hardly noticed. Her hands were too busy kneading her jugs around the sharp contours of his cock flare, milking him for his pleasure and the thickish pre syrup which began to ebb from him at a steady pulse. Jim couldn't see her working her magic, but he could more than feel it. “God, that's fucking nice. Hahhhh… Oh, you're gonna have me bustin' in no time. Holy shit."

Carmella gave a lewd chortle. “That's the idea, big guy." She matched the side-by-side rub of her tits with the firm, loving squeeze of her thighs, leaving little of his pecker unattended. She felt his heart hammering at the core. His precum glazed her cleavage and squelched grossly. The smell was raw and metallic. It buried itself in her nose and the back of her throat. She let her breasts part for a moment so she could see the tip of his penis. It peeked up at her from her cleavage amidst a collection of seminal slime. His tiny slit birthed another glob of the substance which quickly accumulated with the rest. A grin rose to Carmella's lips before she opened her mouth, bent her head down, then dipped her tongue into his hole.

“[i]Ohh, shit![/i]" The typically genial Jim's face scrunched into a ferocious snarl upon the intrusion. His pleasure spiked. Another pulse of his cock muscle came naturally. He gripped her trunk tightly, nigh to the point of bruising her. “Oh fuck, Carmella. Hahhhh! Keep doing that. Ohhhhh, shiiiiiiiiiiit~"

His reaction alone told her what to do. Her tongue made one, two, three more laps around the circumference of his flare before her lips parted and swallowed it whole. The position was awkward and she couldn't go much deeper, but that sensitive notch of nerves was swaddled in the plushness of her inner lip, and that was more than enough. She suckled him, sinking her mouth to the girth of his cock and imploding the cheeks. Her thighs still squeezed and her breasts still massaged. Jim was in a fit behind her, groaning loudly and bucking his loins up at her.

It wasn't much longer after that. “Hahhhhhh~! I'm about to cum! [i]Huhhhh! Huhhhhh-UHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!![/i]" His roar was Carmella's cue to pry her mouth off him with a soaked mwop sound. Just in time, too. From between her breasts rocketed a strand of ropes that soared high into the air above the two lovers. The careening pearls did not have time to splatter down on them before the second rope thundered after it, a more chaotic shot which spewed every which direction and rained upon more than them and the poor couch. There was the staccato thud of Jim's cum striking the upholstery and the hardwood. His cock throbs were audible to Carmella who kept her devious tongue lolling just in front of the spray. [i]Sptt. Sptt. Sptt.[/i] It landed on her head and on Jim's spasming gut. Each successive spurt was weaker than the last, soon devolving into a gurgling fountain which left the upper slopes of Carmella's bosom more cum than skin. A tear of it slapped on the bridge of her nose and drooled down the cheek. She was painted.

Jim let out a long groan with the downswing of his climax. A wondrous hue of euphoria glowed in his package as well as through his core and legs. “Hooooooooly shit… Hahhh… Damn, Carmella."

Carmella let her tits fall into place. She smirked over her shoulder at him, a single tear of nut falling down her pretty face. More of it was dotted the top of her head, collecting on the auburn strands. “Glad you liked it, big guy. Beats the hell out of watching football, doesn't it?"

Jim managed a weak chuckle. “I'll say, though I don't think it does much for you, now does it?"

Carmella had actually managed to forget how horny she was. In getting Jim's attention and making him cum his brains out she had neglected herself. “Well, do you mind doing something about that?" She held his softening member with both hands and stroked its cum-slicked shaft. “After all, I did you a favor."

“Yeah, a favor I never asked for," Jim scoffed. “You're gonna have to wait and get me hard again, you know that."

Carmella purred and squeezed his dick with her thighs. “Mmm, I can wait."

“But not for halftime," he joked. “Here, get off. Let me get up." Carmella uncrossed her legs from around his pecker and slid off the side of his lap. He sat up with a groan and stood up from the couch, the tendons in his knees popping off like firecrackers. Sitting behind him, Carmella got a nice view of his rocky behind and plump backsack as he raised his arms over his head and stretched. “[i]Ahhhhhhhhhhh, shit![/i]" He relaxed with a sigh and untied his boots so he could finally take them off. Turning around he found Carmella laid back on the couch, head on the armrest, her cum-soaked tits splayed apart on her chest. She chewed on the tip of one finger while the other was softly twirling her clit. Jim chuckled. “Well, ain't you pretty?"

“Mmmm, I feel pretty," she said. The hand at her mouth reached for his penis, now totally limp and hanging with all its heroic weight between his legs. Her hand clutched the shaft, unable to touch fingers around its circumference. She wasn't about to let it retreat into his sheath, not yet. “But I'd feel a lot prettier with this inside me."

Jim's teeth sank into his lip, the sensitive flesh of his penis experiencing her tender grip with intense sincerity. “Then let's pretty you up. Bend over the couch for me."

Carmella made a sultry grin before sitting up and positioning herself with her hands on the backrest of the sofa, her ass and ankles dangling over the opposite edge and aiming at Jim. She looked over her shoulder at him and gave a purposeful jut to her hind end. She saw the TV on the wall behind him. Both teams had finally managed to score a touchdown; things were finally starting to heat up. Jim saw none of it, his attention on the woman in front of him. That brought her no small amount of pride. “This what you want, big guy?"

“As a matter of fact…" Jim stepped closer, then reeled his arm back to deliver an open-palmed spank right across the flank of Carmella's haunch. [i]THWACK![/i] Blubber bounced. Carmella groaned through clenched teeth. “Yes, it is."

Her pained grimace grew into a smile. The skin of her ass stung, but so did the yawning chasm between her legs. A slender thread of feminine excitement slunk its way from her pussy and onto the couch. Just feeling the presence of Jim and that monstrous fuckstick of his drove her wild. “God, I'm so fucking hot…" she grunted.

“I saw that!" Jim chirped. He cradled her whole backside with one hand, diving the middle finger into her cunt and pressing the others into her gelatin, two fingers on each haunch. She shuddered hard and pulled in a loud gasp. The heat on his finger was intense, ready to sear him to the bone. The tip made a merry circle around the spongy buzzer that made her girl spot. “Think I oughtta take care of that for you?" He asked casually. “Fuck you stupid 'til you can't walk right no more? Or should I just tease you like this 'til you melt?" His finger buckled and unbuckled to form a smooth thrusting motion, squishing her velvet and the juices that flowed from it. The way her buttocks clenched and quivered in his hand was wonderful both to watch and feel. He made sure to squeeze his fingers together so that those majestic half-mounds bounced and jiggled off one another.

Carmella's face was bloodred. Her grip on the backrest had her nails scraping the upholstery. “[i]Huhhh! Uhhhh! Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck… You dirty bastard.[/i]"

“Oh, I'm not the dirty one." Jim's thumb craned off her buttock and found her asshole. He drew a circle around its leathery texture, making it wink and pucker. “I ain't the one tearin' people away from their game, makin' their dicks hard and suckin' on them 'til they explode."

Her head was hung over the backside of the sofa, eyes closed, mouth hung in an O-shape. “[i]Huhhhhh~! Jiiiiiiim…[/i]"

“Shhhhhhhh, I hear ya." His hand came off her delicates, the tip of his middle finger pulling a comet tail of girl phlegm. She hadn't a second of reprieve before he swatted her ass again, harder this time. [i]THWACK![/i]

Carmella shouted a moan, then gasped sharply when she felt his heavy, wet phallus plop atop her ass, right on the crack. She looked down her back to see it aimed at her, the flared head sitting on the small of her back with a slug of molten ivory oozing from the slit. Beyond it was Jim, that brick wall of a man smiling patiently at her, waiting for her next move. She did it on instinct, backing her ass up to the root of his pole and then back up to the head with a feminine roll of her hips. A slow but gaudy dance shuttled her body along his length which loosely snaked through her canyon and up her spine. She purred and moaned along the way, stoking the flames of her and her lover's arousal. She could feel his pulse hammering away, working overtime to resurrect his erection so he could breed her like she so badly needed.

It wasn't much longer when he was able to, the full extent of his masculinity reaching across Carmella's back and towering out of the crook of her ass like a rising flag. Carmella brought her grinding to a halt and looked him in the eye. One arm reached for his cock where it sat on her bum. She begged, “Please fuck me…"

How could a man say no to that? “You got it, baby." Jim's hips lurched backwards until the head of his cock fell down the top half of her crack and aimed at her weeping cunny. She held him by the glans and guided it home, their oozing intimates uniting with a wet [i]skwish[/i]. A shudder buzzed through them both. Carmella swooned her head and moaned. Jim, with one hand on her hip and the other on his cock root, pushed ahead.

Her cunt lips caved in before forcibly gaping around him and becoming stretched to their absolute thinnest. The inner curves of her buttocks bowed around his shaft, the glutes and hamstrings having gone into a steady vibration. “[i]Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes~[/i]" She let go of him and got a good grip on the backrest. Her mouth hung open, breathing hard. “[i]So fucking big,[/i]" she whimpered. “[i]I love it so much. Huhhhh~! Fuck… Oh God…[/i]"

Jim enjoyed watching her squirm just a little longer. Her cunt grip was enough to cripple a lesser man. White-hot and greedy, it milked him for a pleasure that had him weak. “Fuck yeah, baby. Hnnnnn…" His nostrils flared. He rubbed his big, gruff hand in a circle around her back. “Tell me how good this dick feels."

Her head rolled to the side, showing him the profile of her ecstasy-ridden expression. “[i]Huhhhhhhh~! God, Jim! It's so fucking good… Oh my God…[/i]"

“Mmmmm, I know it." His hand came to a rest on the small of her back. Those thunderous glutes of his clenched together, wrinkling the skin of his ass and propelling that rocket forward. She absorbed him slowly, the pattern of his wormy, black cock veins disappearing until she had more than half of him, past the intermedial ring. He listened to the sweet gush of her pussy and her shivering whimpers. His eyes closed and he let out a long exhale through his nose. “That's fucking it. God damn…"

Carmella agreed. “[i]Huh! Huh! Huh! Ohhhhh[/i]!"

Jim was done wasting any more time. He began a slow grind in and out of her chalice, taking time to savor the scorching heat of her velvet as she could with his heft. That monstrous flare scraped her something awful, bursting in on her clit when he would drag it to the gate of her womanhood before thrusting forward again. His cock muscle throbbed sporadically. More of those delicious veins bobbed to the surface. Every twitch and quiver, no matter how minute or subtle, was felt with the utmost sincerity between them.

Carmella couldn't stop squirming. Her voice had gone shrill, all the brattiness fucked out of her already. Her head would fix position on the backrest, rolling this way and that until her hair was a complete mess. Her hands balled into fists and scratched at the backside of the couch. “[i]Uhhhh! Huhhhh! Jim! Huhhhh~! Yes! Yes…[/i]"

Jim pulled his lip out from his teeth and made a grin. “That good, girl? I ain't even fuckin' you that hard yet, though I plan to."

It was more than just good. With that slow and steady thrusting, he was able to draw her pleasure into an equally slow yet equally steady climb towards climax. “[i]Yes! Yes… Fuck… I'm gonna cum. Ohhhh God… Huhhhhh…[/i]"

A throaty, malicious chuckle out of Jim. He made the wise decision of maintaining that sluggish yet effective pace. “Well, come on then, pretty little thing. Be a good girl and cum for me."

A few minutes passed before Carmella's moaning squeaked into the next octave, and soon she was demonstrating her obedience. “[i]Heeeeuuuuuueehhhhgggghhhhuuuu-~~~!!![/i]" That gurgling moan was cut short by a blooming rapture that spasmed the muscles in her lower body and trapped the air in her lungs. That left a conspicuous void of silence where an open-mouthed Carmella's lower body jittered and spasmed violently on Jim's dick for several seconds. Her voice came back with a cough and a sputter which trailed into a resuming moan. She had lost all sensation in her legs, replaced by spewing colors so vibrant and ethereal that she could've gone blind.

Jim massaged her ass through the ordeal then gave it a friendly spank. “Atta girl. That's what I like to see."

Only on the downswing of such blinding ecstasy could Carmella speak. The O-shape of her mouth became a bright smile. “[i]Huhhhhhhhh… God… It's so fucking good. Huhhh… I love it~[/i]" she said with a sexy chortle.

Jim laughed along with her. “I do too. Let's do that one even better, huh?" He didn't wait for confirmation to take hold of her trunk and reel his hips back to ram home the first real thrust which hurled Carmella forward a few inches and rocked the sofa on its legs. Her head whipped back. Her smile had gone back into a gaping O where a moan bellowed free loudly and hideously. Jim made her do it again with another heaving thrust, and then another to set the tempo. His nads swung like wrecking balls in their leather purse between his clenching, flexing thighs. When his cock retreated, he would push her forward. When he thrusted, he would yank her back. Not a sliver of what pussy-glazed shaft he could drive into her went to waste.

[i][b]SCHUP! SCHUP! SCHUP! SCHUP! SCHUP! SCHUP!

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Carmella screamed herself hoarse. Her previous orgasm had not yet faded entirely before it was stoked into another boiler-bursting inferno that had her creaming and convulsing on him in a fit of orgasmic hysterics. The stable around her was a blur, the football game a memory. Between pitiful squeals and animalistic grunt-moans she could say 'Yes' or 'Jim' or 'God'. The rest was incoherent, Jim having literally fucked the sense out of her. She came hard again and again. She couldn't stop. All she needed was for Jim to cum too and she would be complete.

Her wish was on the horizon. A sweating, grimacing Jim was bent over slightly, growling above her head and breathing hot air on her neck through his clenched teeth. His toes curled on the hardwood and the tips of his fingers sank into the flesh of Carmella's trunk. A tendril of spit swung from his bottom lip to the beat of his thrusts and fell onto the back of her neck. He let out an awful grunt. “[i]Hyuhhhhh![/i] I'm about to fucking cum! [i]Ahhhh shit! Gonna fucking blow! Huhhhhhhh!![/i]!"

Carmella couldn't articulate it, but her plea for him to cum inside her was obvious in her caterwauls. Jim's thrusts faltered and then grinded to a halt upon his climax. His buttocks cratered and his head whipped backwards, flinging his sandy-blonde mane. “[i]UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!![/i]" He let rip an explosion of seed, a hot ivory which flooded Carmella's womb in just the first spurt. His cock muscle flexed and his balls contracted, shrinking the skin of his purse and unloading all they had.

Carmella felt his flood crash on her like a thrust of its own. It was the trigger of her own Herculean climax, the last and greatest. She howled alongside Jim and unleashed a storm of her own creamy sex product to crash into his. The overflow squirted out from around his angrily throbbing, pussy-choked breeding tool. Lights of bliss fired off in their minds, rendering their muscles taut and twitchy while their hearts beat fast and satisfied.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck…" grunted Jim. “Oh, that was fucking amazing. Mmmm…" He corrected his posture and took a deep breath. “Woo! I'm ready to have a heart attack after all that. How 'bout you?"

Carmella was still reconnoitering her shattered mind. She could laugh and squirm a little, though the sporadic quivers that thundered through her thighs couldn't be helped, not for a while. “Oh my God… Oh, that was so good. Huhhh…" She laughed out loud. One hand reached back and pulled her ass cheek apart from the other, flattening out her asshole. “I can't stop… It won't stop… Fuck. I can't feel my legs. Mmmmmmmm~"

“Mmmm, I bet. I can hardly feel mine either." Jim made a slow retreat from her cunt. The vulva bulged suddenly at his flare then let loose a sinful belch of cum once he popped free and began to sag. The couch cushion and the hardwood below were victims of a white deluge which piled into two slovenly puddles, one feeding into the other. Out ripped a line of bubbles in his cum, popping on the surface with the sickening overtone of flesh and fluid. Jim was rubbing out the last few spits of cum onto her back and admiring his artwork. “Yeah, that's fucking perfect right there."

Carmella was left with the void his dick had left inside her and the pleasant flow of his cum past her battered pussy. She slumped to her right and plopped onto her side. A heave brought out another gross belch of cum that plapped on her right buttock, further vandalizing the couch. She rolled onto her back and stretched amidst the ruins of their sex. Jim's first orgasm had dried atop her tits and in her hair. Her legs were still twitching. She opened her eyes and saw her lover standing next to the couch, admiring her beauty. “So, that was a hell of a lot more fun than some football game, huh?"

Jim's balls were perfectly empty and his dick was sliding back inside of him. The muscles in his butt, legs, and core were sore from the effort on a day when he was supposed to be taking it easy, but it was swallowed by an all-body euphoria that had him ready to pass out. He shrugged. “Eh, I dunno about all that," he teased before sitting back down right where he had been. He leaned back and laid one arm on the armrest and the other across the backrest. His legs opened into a comfortable spread at the same time Carmella gave him a playful kick in the thigh.

“Shut up. You loved it." So did she with the fire in her loins quenched down to the cinder.

“Mmhmm, but now to catch the rest of this game." But he would have to wait for that too, as the presentation cut to several sports analysts behind their desks who began discussing the game so far. “Ah, shit. It's halftime. You made me miss damn near half the game."

She feigned remorse. “Aww, I'm sorry." One of her feet slithered into his lap and poked the underside of his muscle gut with her big toe. “But it was worth it, wasn't it?"

The poke of her toe tickled him and forced a smile. “Yeah," he said. “Worth it."

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