He looked directly down at her fat, dark haired cunt and winking asshole. Grabbing his cock, he worked the head of it into her juicy cunt. Ht pushed forward. She vented a grunt of approval as his thick cock sank smoothly into her slippery cunt.

Pumping, twisting, slamming his belly against her bouncing ass, he fucked her from the rear. She moaned, writhed, and pressed back against his thrusts. His cock-shift felt wonderful as it pistoned in and out of her steaming cunt. At the end of each stroke, his balls slapped deliciously against her dripping cunt-lips.

He suddenly pulled out of her. She rolled over on her back with a groan. Amazed, she watched him walk over to the sink and run cold water over his cock. He chuckled when he saw the look of surprise in her eyes.

"I'm cooling it off," he said. "I don't like my gun to go off until I'm good and ready." Then he added: "How'd you like to do something different?"

"Like what?" Christie said.

"You ever had it in the backdoor?"

Christie laughed. "It's been a while since the last time," she said. "But let's try it. We'll have to use something, though. What about your shaving cream?"

Ryan chuckled. "Good idea," he said. He brought over a can, of shaving cream. Christie anointed his cock with white foam, spreading it over the entire length of his bloated cock, and then she lay back on the bed to dab some on her asshole.

His eyes glittering, Ryan looked down at her target. Small, brown, and puckered, her asshole lay between the proudly swelling mounds of her ass like a tiny wrinkled flower. "It looks awfully small," he said. "Are you sure that's where you want it?"

Christie ignored the silly question. She climbed up on her hands and knees, lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress, and offered Ryan her ass.

"Get to work!" she said.

His cock twitching, Ryan bellied up to her asscheeks. He aimed his fat cock-head at her asshole. Christie moaned when she felt his cock-head rubbing against her asshole.