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Feeling him stroke her cunt again, she unzipped his fly, reached inside for his readily apparent manhood, and hauled it out. It buzzed in her hand with arousal—when she let it go, it snapped up into the air.

Betty handled his cockhead and rolled his foreskin down off of it. A musk of precum filled the air, while slick heat anointed her fondling hand. She couldn’t imagine how all this cock would feel in her pussy, not just dwarfing her tiny hand.

Tom licked Betty’s ear. “Meet with your approval?”

“It’s big.”

“You made it big.”

Betty said nothing, too excited by the feel of his hot prick inside her fingers.

“I want to taste you,” Tom said. “I can’t let all these sweet juices of yours go to waste. Would you mind letting me lick your pussy? Do you think you’d enjoy it?”

“I’d love it,” Betty moaned, feeling sure he was teasing her. What woman wouldn’t like it? She knew she always came like crazy when another woman ate her out…

Tom slipped away from her. The room was dark, but she could see his movements as he peeled off his pants and underwear. Then he was with her again, dropping his head between her legs.

His hands pushed her knees back. Then his mouth was at her pussy. Betty groaned to feel it.

She was sorry now that it was so dark. She would’ve liked to see him naked, with that big cock and all that manly hair on his body. But only being able to feel his tongue was good too. He licked up and down, pushing his tongue between her labia lips, sucking at the nectar inside.

She guessed he was thirsty—he was certainly getting enough to drink from her. And if he wasn’t, all he had to do was rasp his tongue against her clitoris. Betty cried out in happiness and felt more wetness between her legs, spilling out of her. He kept doing it no matter how much of her juices she fed him, licking her cunt, licking her clit, the pleasure building, becoming a tingling feeling and then a sheer rush.

Betty pumped her hips as she came, even though Tom kept her knees pushed back. She could only move so much—her cream spurted out and mostly ended up on her own body. Tom lapped it up, starting at her lower belly. It didn’t feel as good as his tongue did inside her slit, but Betty didn’t know if she could take more of him doing that… not so soon after she’d climaxed.

“That felt like it’d been pent up for a while.”

Betty tingled inside. She didn’t think she had another orgasm in her, but still, she kept tingling. “I get very wet. I’m sorry.”

Tom chuckled into her belly as he came up her body. “I like it. You got wet for me and I’m hard for you. That makes for a winning combination, don’t you think?”

Betty pushed him over and Tom went willingly, allowing her to drop down so her head was on his belly. Tom swallowed a deep breath, lying flat on the bed. Betty ran her hands over his belly and his thighs and then up to his groin. He was as hairy down there as he was on his chest. And she could smell him; he had a very male smell for her nose.

Ferally, she moved her face up to his crotch and sniffed his manhood. Betty loved the smell. A really musky masculine smell made her crazy with lust, only she was already feeling so lascivious… she didn’t know what Tom’s musk did to her, only that she kept sniffing it, sniffing it and sniffing it and…

Sticking out her tongue, Betty licked the thick root of his prick. His cock was weighty but limp—she could flop it around like a ragdoll. She laid it up along his belly, letting Betty lick her way around its underside. She licked it up and down and her hands toyed with his scrotum.

She felt the big balls hidden inside—felt each teste with her fingers. Betty lifted the whole sac in her palm and squeezed his bloated balls like she could make them shrink back down again. They couldn’t have been this big before. She would’ve noticed!

“I think it’s about time you put your mouth on it instead of your hand,” Tom said nonchalantly.

Betty giggled quietly and took his knob into her mouth. Males were always so anxious to mate, but she did like the feel of his cock between her lips. The heat of it was so nice—the warmth and the taste and the scent of his balls.

She took more of it into her mouth, gulping him all the way down until she was at his hilt. Then she pulled back slowly, her lips locked to his girth to draw on it all the way up. Before his manhood popped out of her mouth, she’d sucked his foreskin up over his cockhead.

Oh yes, she liked having his prick in her mouth. It aroused her. Big and hard, the skin was soft as silk, but under it he felt hard enough to ream out every woman she’d ever known. She played with his balls again, lifting the scrotum, rolling its contents in her fingers. She went down on her knees to do it. Her head bent down into Tom’s lap, her mouth moving lavishly up and down on the stiffness of his erection.

She loved it more and more the longer it was in her mouth. She didn’t care if he came before he could fuck her. She almost wanted his cum more anyway. She didn’t know what he would feel like inside her, but she knew his ejaculation would be like more of his precum, much more. And she knew taking it would mean she’d satisfied Tom. She wanted that too.

Her saliva dripped off Tom’s shaft in the brief intervals when her mouth wasn’t covering it, was pumping up and down his length instead. He really did have a great cock. She wondered if she’d love it so much if it weren’t so nice. Maybe, maybe not. She pulled his foreskin all the way back so that her licking tongue only touched his engorged cockhead, lapping up the taste from around the corona and over the glanshole.

Tom’s big hands surrounded her head, forcing Betty to stop. “You’ll have to quit doing that,” he told her. “Even I can’t breed you in the mouth.”

He had Betty lie down on her back, then he mounted her, but not before pushing her legs up to her breasts. Bending her in half for his mating. She moaned as he got on top of her, his shoulders holding her legs in place. A moment later, his manhood pushed at her sex, its massive weight on her labia, looking for a way inside.

Then she felt his tip part her lips, his bulky cockhead slip inside her—his shaft went in inch by inch, all his broad girth stretching the opening of her womanhood while Betty could only moan and rock her knees.

Tom bent his head down to hers. He chuckled against her panting lips. “You’re nice and tight, Betty. I’ll have to break you in before I breed you—you feel too tight to let in any of my cum.”

Betty shook underneath him. “Stop talking… stop talking and fuck me!”

Tom laughed and pushed her legs back further. Her knees weren’t bent now, they were straight, her calves up over her head, practically underneath it. Betty bent in half and wide open to him. Only then, with her body completely surrendered, did he start to rut her. Slamming his prick in and out of her sex, the bed shaking with how he pounded her.

Even while pretzeled below him, she jerked her ass up to Tom’s pistoning cock. Betty burned hot, loving the way he gave it to her, how his big prick slid in and out of her stretching womanhood. She didn’t care about anything but the sex.

Tom gave her such good sex, taking her strongly and forcefully, his balls slapping against her ass every time he rammed into her pussy. She’d fucked before, but she’d never felt a man’s balls tapping against her anus. And Tom even felt good doing that, his big hairy balls resounding with cum when they rapped on her buttocks. She battered the bed with her ass like she was trying to break it, fucking herself on Tom’s ramrodding manhood.

Then she felt Tom’s hand on her ass, one big finger pressing into her anus. Betty gasped and tried to reach his hand to push it away. “Tom! Tom! You’re going into my asshole!”

“Yes,” Tom said simply. “I am.”

And just like that, he had his finger inside her ass, sodomizing her. She guessed he must’ve lubricated it with her wet cunt, because it slid in with ease despite her virgin ass. It felt nice too, being penetrated twice over.

The thought of anal sex embarrassed her, but Betty couldn’t help loving the feeling. Fucked twice… double fucked… Tom Strong’s woman in more ways than—

She came suddenly. Twitched her toes and grabbed at Tom’s thick arms and, most of all, she moaned as her climax flooded her. She was so hot and the orgasm was so much. She held on while Tom kept rutting her, pumping her sex up to him until she came again.

This time, there was an immense feeling of wetness to go with the pleasure. Betty was confused until she’d realized that she’d squirted.

Tom laughed at the expression on her face and the dampness of her groin. “It’s okay,” he said. “I love that you can come like that.”

Betty was still mortified, but then Tom ramped up his efforts, his cock slamming into her harder and faster than ever. He didn’t care now about her coming; he’d gotten her off already. Now he was trying only to make himself erupt—Betty was along for the ride.

Tom had forgotten he could get this completely invested in sex. He was enjoying fucking Betty more than he had enjoyed anything in a while. This was sex for fun. Sex without meaning. Sex for the taking.

The luscious brunette was doing something for Tom that a battery of psychologists couldn’t have managed. She was giving him free rein to be a sexual beast!

“Oh, Tom! Your cock’s incredible! It keeps fucking me so hard! You’re amazing, baby! You’re so good to me, so good, you’re just wonderful!” Betty enthused, wearing an adorable expression of glee on her gorgeous face.

Tom came at long last, grunting with flared nostrils while the cum boiled out of his balls to stuff Betty’s pussy. She felt absolutely wide open, like pure womanhood, as he filled her with all his balls could offer.

“Hope that was worth ruining the bed,” Tom sighed, rolling off to the side. “I wouldn’t want to be the one who sleeps in it next.”

Betty quaked with another wave of orgasm; even with Tom’s cock gone, she still felt the pleasure it had brought her. Then she chuckled and nuzzled against Tom—joining him in savoring how good the fuck had been.

As their breathing stilled, Betty heard another sound in the quiet night. A harsh panting, like the baying of an animal in the night. She turned to the shadows, scoured them with her eyes, and finally saw Leona of Lions crouched there, watching them, breathing as hard as they had in the thick of the sex.

She wore a fur-skin bra and loincloth that were so threadbare, they were practically lacy, showing off almost all of her stunning figure. Her breasts were larger than Betty’s, high and firm, while her ass was round and pert, pushing up the back of her loincloth before letting it fall.

“You pick her?” she bellowed. “You make mating with her? Leona will teach you who is best mate!”