Enri’s Initiation part 2
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The girls having worked Enri over for an hour and a half, now sat down to watch the men. Perhaps not surprisingly, Walter was the first undressed, and he wasted no time getting on his knees between my worked over Filipina wife’s thighs.

“Take a real Aussie stud”, he boasted.

He slid all the way into Enri without apparent difficulty as she knelt on the sofa drained. Enri’s legs wrapped around his skinny white ass as he pounded away with only one goal in mind. Unfortunately for Walter, as usual “The Stud” came after three thrusts and with a strangled groan, made one last thrust and collapsed on top of Enri. We smiled as he withdrew, a legend in his own mind.

“Better than anything you had before, eh. Anytime you want a real fuck call just call on Walter”, he boasted as we barely controlled our laughter.

No sooner had Walter collapsed backward than my mate Wozza stepped over him, lifted Enri up and placed her kneeling on the coffee table and swiftly planted his thicker tool in Enri’s well oiled sheath. Elena tilted my future wife’s head back over the edge of the sofa, and inserted her dildo between her parted lips. Enri accepted the intruder, then swallowed it as if she had done it every day of her life.

From the flexing of her abdomen, it appeared that she was doing her best to massage Wozza’s pole with the velvety flesh of her vagina. Woz was somewhat less anxious than Walter, and lasted a good ten minutes before letting go in a paroxysm of short, sharp thrusts.

Elena was still enjoying Enri’ mouth on her cunt when Baz practically shoved Woz out of the way. The “Elephant Man” was generally a gentle fellow, but the weapon protruding from his pubic hair could have laid waste to entire armies, and when aroused he fucked like there was no tomorrow, so when his enormous cudgel started it’s slow inward plunge, her eyes flew open and she desperately tried to shoved Elena away and escape.

Raising her head, she stared transfixed at the huge member making its way into her.

“My God!” she cried, “I thought someone was pushing a baseball bat into me! Oooooh, God It’ll split me. No woman can take it.”

“You take what we give”, said Elena as she quickly slapped Enri across the face before twisting Enri onto her back so she could continue to stare as Baz, practiced as he was at getting small Filipinas adjusted to his size, pushed in a little way, then withdrew a bit before stroking inward again.

The bulbous head and turgid shaft of Baz’s cock could be seen outlined in bas-relief against the taut flesh of Enri’ straining abdomen. Every eye in the room focused on the scene as stroke after stroke, quarter inch after quarter inch, the monster dick made its way into my diminutive Filipina.

Finally, with about four inches still unburied, “The Elephant Man” seemed to hit a barrier and could go no further.