Going Ape 2

As soon as his prick was a little slicker, Ken began to move it in short, shallow thrusts. Inch by precious inch, he entered her. The walls of her cunt seemed to grow tighter the deeper he went.

He was halfway into Venus now. Ken felt her loosening up, her hips moving and rolling to meet his progress. He put on more pressure—she bounded up eagerly to meet him.

Slowly but surely he surrounded himself with her tender sheath.

He went slowly at first, enjoying the feel of tightness rolling over his twitching manhood. Then he gave into her frenzied motions and began to give it to her mercilessly.

“Venus, hon,” he said, “you feel like a virgin!”

“And you feel like you’re all-cock!” she replied. “You’re splitting me in half, but I love it!”

And he was. Ken drove the bludgeon of his clear into her belly. His balls separated her buttocks, they were crammed so far into the valley of her ass.

Venus watched his face as it contorted and felt him impale her as deeply as he could. Then he went still as a statue. The only thing moving his buried cock with its awesome throbbing. She felt it jerk and spurt long, hard ropes of cum inside of her.

“Ahhhh,” Ken groaned, giving a quick little shudder with each launch.

Venus cooed in delight, pulling herself tight against Ken to make sure all his cum ended up inside her. The feeling of his liquid warmth all over her cunt was exquisite. She didn’t want it to stop.

After his cock had emptied, Ken pitched slowly into her, letting the dregs of his cum work their way out of him with diminishing surges and throbs.

“Oh God,” Venus trilled, “why did I let myself go so long without that? Don’t stop fucking me, Ken! Keep going!”

He finished her off with his whole body sweating, trying desperately to stay hard until she was done.

“God, I love to fuck,” Venus moaned happily.

“You do?” Ken asked with a laugh. “Then let’s lose the clothes and get the bed.”

“You mean, right now?” Venus asked dubiously.

“Why not? You are Viagra on two legs, aren’t you?”

Venus’s brow furrowed. “Well… it really should be named after me, come to think of it…”

Ken smiled and put her hand between his legs. “It can’t hold a candle to what you do.”

They rushed to the bedroom, losing clothes the whole way.

Together they dropped onto the bed and Ken took her soft, yielding body into his hands. Her legs opened and closed, trapping his hardened erection as best she was able. It felt like it dwarfed her slender thighs. Ken slid a hand down her supple back until it crested her plump ass. He touched the softly curling hairs of her womanhood, petting them gently while her thighs quivered sweetly on either side of his cock.

Venus chuckled—a low, rasping sound that came from deep inside her. The same place his cock went when it impaled her, maybe. “You’re not giving me much opportunity for foreplay when that thing gets so hard and stays so hard… fuck me hairy, silly. I mean, fuck me silly, hairy…”

She moved her shoulder and a breast seemed to fly into his mouth. He kissed the nipple, then opened his jaws wide to mouth as much of the lavish teat as he could. The flesh proved both firm and tender, succulent to massage with his teeth, and endlessly responsive from the way Venus moaned and sighed.

She worked her legs up and down, one then the other, moving her hips to force his cock up against her burgeoning clit. The movement thrilled Ken. He attacked all the soft flesh of Venus’s breast, knowing there was no breaking her—at least, none she wouldn’t enjoy.

“Oh yes, suck it, Ken!” she breathed. “Why haven’t I ever dated a man who’s got a mouth big enough for my tits!?”

She pulled his hand to her other breast, rubbing together his leathery palm and her yearning nipple like two sticks making a fire. When she let go of his hand, it stayed on her tit, molding the pliant flesh into crushed little pleasures and then letting it spring back to its usual delicious contours.

Venus grabbed his other hand and put it between her legs to let him feel the heat he was helping her make.

“You sure this is what you want there?” Ken asked her cheekily, dipping his finger into her. It was a big, long finger, but nowhere near big enough for her.

“Oh no, no,” she moaned. “Fuck me! That’s what I want—again and again and again! I want to feel that big fucking dick splitting me open… going all the way to my center!”

It was too much for Ken: all of her bare, white, tender, touching him. With his throbbing prick held between her thighs. Her aroused scent coloring everything he smelled. It made his head swirl.

She writhed, enjoying the feel of his cock between her legs one last time before they opened up. His erection bobbed up; Ken instinctively angled his hips to place it at her slot. And she worked her hips, trying to force him into her pussy.

Ken ducked his head down and kissed her hungrily, feeling her hot tongue come into his mouth to be embraced.

His hands worked feverishly at her flesh, exploring all of her curving sweetness. Her hips madly gyrated, putting the massiveness of his cock against her clit and feeling it savaged by the vibration of his maddened erection. She swung her hips, trying fervently to get Ken as deep inside her as she needed him.

Ken lowered his head further. He kissed her taut nipples and squeezed all the swollen firmness of her bust in his hands. His lips and tongue caressed her smooth belly and moved down to her thighs, only brushing over the thatch of hair that bristled at her groin. He held her thighs apart and kissed the inside of both.

Then he moved his kisses slowly up the length of her thigh and onto her sex. He licked at the slick, bittersweet liquid that frothed on her lips, then at the lips themselves, his lips pulling at the marshalled swell of her labia. Her body was seething hot and her wet slit seemed to burn his sensitive lips as he formed them into little Os to suck at each individual inch of that perfect pussy.

Then he stopped sucking altogether. His lips pursed and he blew instead. The kinky little hairs of her cunt quivered with the breeze. He followed it up with the tip of his tongue, feathering up one side of her gates and down the other, never going to the sucking opening that led inside her.

It made no sense, aside from magic, but he detected no sign of his prior emission. It was like Venus was so overwhelming herself that she could not taste of anything else, and his meager offering had been subsumed into the onliness of her. As only stone would remain when a statue was washed off. And this statue was so beautiful that it was cleaned every moment of every day.

“Yes, yes… oh, that’s good! So good, Ken!” Venus mewled with exuberant happiness. “Go ahead! Fuck me with your tongue, then your cock! Oh shit, it feels just perfect!”

Venus’s breath hissed between her teeth. She panted hard, fast, like each exhale brought her closer to the pleasure she knew his talented tongue would give her cunt.

Ken turned his attention from her roiling interior to the hard little bud just above. He lapped at it, licked at it, and her clit emerged from its hood, stiff enough to be sucked between his lips. As he pulled on the tiny little button, Venus sped toward her orgasm like it’d been right next to her all along.

“Suck! Suck! Suck!” she screamed, her hips rocketing up, pushing all the deliciousness of her cunt against his mouth.

Ken’s tongue lashed at the slick walls inside of her; his teeth worried at the small stiffness of her clit. The taste and smell of her lovely body became a heady thing as her cream flowed like a river.

Suddenly her back arched. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in close. A strangled sound got loose from her mouth, then she was silent through the rest of a gasping orgasm.

But that had only whetted her appetite—a powerful appetite indeed.

“Now inside me!” Venus whooped. “Fill me up with that big huge cock! I want it so bad! Fuck me, fuck all of me! Make me come for you all over again!”

She pulled his body over her and he slid his right hand under her ass. Her pussy was slick and yielding to his exploring fingers. Her ample wetness flowed into his palm.

It was all the excuse he needed.