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owner of the dong yelled, “Fuck!” The other cock jumped in her hand, desperate to know what was going on.
    She kept the tremendous member locked down in her mouth and throat for ten torrid seconds; hot, humid breath steaming out of her flared nostrils and dewing the green metal. Finally, slowly, she pulled her head back, the dripping shaft oozing out of her mouth until she clung to just the meaty cap with her teeth.
    Then she pushed her head forward again, swallowing the over-engorged cock, breathing deep of the musky scent of the tightened balls, feeling the blazing appendage beat all through her trembling body.
    “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”
    She pulled on the dong a couple more times with her lips and mouth, taking it to the back of her throat and beyond, bathing the sensitive underside with her tongue. She jerked her head all the way back so that the ebony snake popped right out of her mouth and hung there, gleaming and twitching and ready to burst.
    She grabbed on to it, sliding closer, pointing the throbbingtool at her bared chest and fisting. An agonized groan, and semen dribbled out of the slit in the well-formed hood, then sprayed. Six bursts of hot, sticky spunk splashed against her chest, showering her tits. Her hand milked the jerking cock, her pussy shimmering with the shooting sensation and the wicked feel of the heated semen on her tingling skin.
    It was over in less than ten seconds. She dropped the spent dong and pivoted around to face the other cock, which she had never let go of.
    She grasped it now with her other hand as well, and pumped it with both, softly and lightly, then harder and tighter. She reveled in the bumpy texture of the shaft, the incredible curving length of the cock. She tugged so hard that blond-fuzzed balls spilled out of the hole, which she briefly cupped and squeezed.
    Then she stood up, sent the stool careening into the wall. Holding the up-thrust prong around its thick, furry base, she backed up to it, long legs slightly parted and back slightly bent, sticking the swollen hood into her moist pussy lips from behind.
    Fingernails scraped against metal on the other side as she brushed the purple cockhead against her pussy lips, washing it in her hot juices, before popping it right into her pussy and recklessly pushing back until her taut buttocks touched the panel, embedding the turgid dong inside her.
    She finally unhanded the prick at that point, grabbing up her sperm-slick tits and squeezing them, pinching her rigid nipples. Her butt cheeks were pressed almost flat against the partition, the long, hard, thick cock filling her cunt. Gritting her teeth, she rocked back and forth on her high heels, impaling herself on the pole.
    The heated grunts and groans from behind the metal barriermingled and melded with the woman’s own breathless gasps and moans as she rocked faster, fucked herself more urgently; the cock thrusting back now, matching her rhythm.
    Her buttocks smacked briskly against the partition, the stall shaking, the mammoth cock sluicing back and forth in her sucking pussy, swelling her twat and bum and body with shimmering heat. She felt the churning member stiffen still further inside her, heard the cry of “Here it comes!” Felt the scalding splash of spraying semen—dousing her pussy.
    The wildly thrusting cock pumped her full seven times.
    But she didn’t come herself.
    She still had a number of swingers clubs and dogging sites and filthy back alleys to visit that evening—promising even longer, thicker, more massive cocks.
    • • •
    The man leered when she answered the doorbell. “Bit of a size queen, huh?”
    He was a little guy, pitch-black, with horn-rimmed glasses and a shaved skull. She regarded him coldly. “Who are you?”
    He snorted. “Don’t even see me, huh? Got your mind on big dicks all the time.” He tried to step inside, but she blocked the doorway, tall and slender and cool in her sky-blue stockings, wraparound cobalt-blue skirt, and