Free Karen Mercury by Manifested Destiny [How the West Was Done 4]

eyelids fluttering. It was always a great sense of power to have over another man, Foster knew. To hold his every slight reaction in the palm of one’s hand, each motion bringing twinges of pain or pleasure. Now, when Foster slid his hand down to the meaty pectoral and pinched Worth’s nipple, Worth’s ass flexed with sensual resistance.
    It was a natural reaction to slap Worth’s fleshy ass. The vibrations against Foster’s cock lodged in the cleft were immediate. Semen surged up the underside of his prick, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if he kept up this deviant behavior.
    Worth gasped now, almost pleading. “I was stiff thinking about Miss Hudson. I know you want to woo her, but she’s an awful fetching good-looker.”
    Slap! Foster frigged his friend in earnest now, taking great pleasure in slapping the muscular ass. It was almost too much to bear, having this strapping buck at his command like this. He squeezed and corkscrewed his hand up and down the hefty tool, synchronizing his slaps. Worth’s delicious ass bounced when Foster slapped, and he knew that anyone in the house could probably hear the cracking swats, but he wasn’t about to stop.
    “Yes, I want to woo her,” Foster admitted with a snarl, “and I want you to keep your sweaty paws off of her.” Slap!
    Spying a jar of Macassar oil on the vanity, Foster had to stop his erotic slapping and frigging to unscrew the lid. Taking a palmful of the pomade that Tabitha’s father probably used for his hair, Foster slathered Worth’s pulsating cock, twining his fingers every which way as he pumped the tool.
    The reaction was immediate. As a cloud of coconut and sandalwood rose from Worth’s anointed crotch, Worth tensed and hissed in air. The globes of his ass clenched around Foster’s eager prick. But since Foster’s main aim wasn’t to satisfy his partner but himself, he scooped up another handful of the Indonesian oil and applied it to his own prick. Now he hissed and knew he had to apply it lightly or would prematurely shoot.
    Now Worth swayed his hips as though fucking Foster’s fist. Eyes squeezed shut now, he gasped, “I’ll keep away from her. But I think it’s up to her to choose between us.”
    Foster wedged his bursting glans against Worth’s asshole, jiggling the head up and down against the anal ring, looking for any sign of protest. Worth merely hovered, nearly on tiptoes, mouth open in a silent plea. So Foster wedged his prick an inch or so inside his friend, gasping at the sheer pleasure.
    It had been so long since he’d fucked anyone. He’d not wait this long again. “I’d venture to say she’s already made her choice, buddy.” To avoid listening to any claptrap, he slapped the juicy ass again and continued, “You like this, don’t you? This is what you wanted the whole time we were boxing. Your prick was as hard as a mallet, and that’s why you were belting me so hard.”
    Worth gasped, “I’ve never…”
    Had he never been fucked like this before? Foster groaned as he slid his prick farther up the slick channel. Worth’s rectum was like a sucking anemone, grabbing at his cock, urging him on. When he reached the sensitive spot he knew was there, he quivered and gyrated his prick around, knowing the head rubbed against the spot that would shove Worth over the edge.
    Only, it was happening to Foster now. He sped up his humping, pumping away at that glorious ass with short, fast jabs. Slapping the shapely haunch again, he growled nastily, “You’ve never been buggered before, have you? You’ve got a nice, tight, virgin ass.” Slap .
    “Jiminy crickets,” Worth gasped.
    His boyish cries inflamed Foster, and before he could hold back, a great, hot load of jism roiled up his cock and spurted forth inside the heated channel. Foster could only quiver, holding his breath, as wave after wave of ecstasy shook him to the core. He breathed again and jiggled his pleasured penis around to cover up the fact he’d erupted