Dill the (Un)Thrill

Dill Doublepound's thick, over-painted lips slid off Mark's genitals, and the woman flipped over onto her elbows and knees, throwing 50 pounds of ass - one-fifth of her total weight - up into Mark's face. He slipped a finger through her shit-encrusted thong, pulled it back as far as he could, then let go, the smack-snap of the rubbery cotton against Dill's lone hemorrhoid forcing her to look over her shoulder with a forced grin. "Eat me," she said.

Mark pulled the thong off her huge buttocks, kneading the dimpled flesh with his knuckles. He leaned forward, his head between her legs, and looked up at the still-unshaven, gigantic bush that had almost choked him to death the first time he'd attempted to eat her pussy. "What the fuck?" he said.

"It burns too much when I shave it-"

"How about trimming it?"

"Grow up!"

Mark shook his head and jumped up, his little boner bouncing, his elbows and neck snapping all in one motion.

"Where are you going?"

"Rubbers-"

"Fucker-"

Mark stuck his head out the bedroom door. When he was sure Sarah still hadn't come home, he tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door behind him, locking it. He looked around a bit until his eyes fell on the tub. He giggled. Then got on his knees, leaned over the tub, and dug out all the hair and whatever else was lodged in the drain, rolling it into a slick ball between thumb and forefinger. He grabbed the XSmall pack of condoms and tiptoed back to Dill, who was still elbowing and kneeing it on his New York Giants comforter, a cow ready to give birth. Or eat another day's worth of feed in an hour.

He got behind her and slapped her jiggly ass on both cheeks, at which she laughed and begged him to do it again. So he smacked her again, two hands at once, the red finger-welts rising almost immediately against the cracked alabaster that was her skin. Mark slipped on the first condom, then the second - a request of Dill's, so that she could feel him on the walls of her cavernous cooter as he fucked her good and hard for a minute or two.

Positioning his double-rubbered cock at Dill's vagina, he quickly slipped the ball of greasy hair at its tip and lunged in. To his pubes. Grinding and grinding until he was sure the hairball wouldn't dislodge as he pulled out and stuck his slippery dick into Dill's ass for a few pumps...then in her cunt...then in her ass...alternating every 10 or so strokes, just the way she liked it.

As he was about to cum, he pulled both condoms off, grabbed her long, black hair, and forced her face to his glans, two thick strands of cum pumping up into her over-sized, bovine nostrils. When she finished blowing her nose on her thong, she lay down next to him. "Whew! That was good," she said.

"Yeah-"

"But-"

"But what?"

"But I'm still mad you didn't eat me-"

Mark laughed. "You'll get eaten soon enough-"