"Oh, God, yes." Virgil closed his eyes and gripped his dick harder. "Mmm." His strokes were tight and fast, sending tingles and bursts of fire spiraling through his veins. The wet glide of skin against skin filled the small bedroom with sounds that complemented the moans pouring through his throat. The combined sounds drove his senses higher as sweat beaded, then dripped down his body. One hand ran across his hairless chest, teasing a swollen nipple and making the muscles of his stomach tighten as sensation threatened to overwhelm him. "Yes," he purred as he imagined her, his Barbra, bent over him, her eyes sparkling as she presented her ass to be fondled, her pussy to be filled. God, he loved a big ass on a woman. The new saying was "more cushion for the pushing," and Virgil found it hard to disagree with that notion. God, Barb's ass would be perfect, the cheeks wobbling as she thrust back against him, eager to have him slide his hard cock deep into her creamy center. He stroked faster as he imaged holding her sweet pink pussy open and taking a long slick taste. She would taste like musk and woman, he decided. She would smell like the lemon and vanilla perfume she used and the hair that covered her private little mouth would be trimmed neat and soft as cotton. He paused to slide his foreskin over the plum-colored head of his dick, looking down to see the knob disappear under the cowl of skin and reappear as he tightened his fist again. The whole head was glistening, like it would be as his Barb pulled it from her mouth. Yes, his dream Barb was now on her knees, looking up at him, her eyes wide and innocent as she delicately sucked his dick deep into her mouth. She would smile, her lips stretched by the thickness of his cock, and she would pull it out with a small pop before allowing her tongue to run under his foreskin, teasing his slit before sucking the whole thing deep into her mouth again. She would hum and choke a little as she tried to take him all down her throat. The sensation would send fire though his balls, over his back, and up his spine. Yeah, she would choke on it, and spit would run down her chin. She would start to get deliciously messed up as she slobbered over his dick, growing more desperate as her own desires began to rise. Her full, round breasts would bob as her gyrations become frenzied. She would rub them against his legs as she mewled helplessly up at him. "Yes, Barb," he whispered, imaging her spreading her thighs and presenting her swollen pussy for him to care for. And he would care for it well. He would spread her lower lips as far as he could get them, and he would slam his dick deep inside her silky heat. He tightened his grip on his cock and stroked faster, beating his meat hard, grunts leaving his throat as he bottomed out completely. His free hand left off teasing his nipples and dropped low to tug at his balls. God, that felt good! And his Barb, yeah, his Barb would be screaming, throwing her hips up, trying to get more of him deep inside as he took her balls-deep. Her nails would score the skin of his back as he pounded her. Her tits would bounce with every thrust, temping him to bend down and take a large, rosy nipple into his mouth, to suck, to nibble, to lave with his tongue. God, she felt so good! His hand moved faster and faster, and soon his hips were thrusting harder, his ass clenching, his thighs burning as he felt his release beckoning him. But he needed more. Faster he pounded himself, picturing Barb's startled face, her mouth dropping open in surprise as just a little fear entered her eyes. Yeah, that fear was a tasty delight to be realized. She would fear him but her lust would override that fear. She would start to scream, to beg, to call out his name. Virgil, Virgil, Virgil... "Barb!" he shouted as his cock pulsed then exploded, sending spurts of his rich, creamy seed flying over his stomach. "Yes, Barb," he moaned, working his rapidly deflating cock, still running out his orgasm, extending his release until he was nearly too sensitive to touch. "Mmm, Barb," he whispered as his eyes slid shut. He knew he should get up and at least attempt to clean himself up, but his muscles were a weak, trembling mess. If the ancient hunters thought to attack him now, there would be no escape for him. But he hadn't had an issue with those people in generations. Maybe the last of them had died out. He didn't know for sure, but they had not bothered him for what seemed like eons, leaving him time to do the things he always wanted, like pay court to his beautiful Barb. He brushed sweaty strands of hair from his forehead and relaxed into his pillows. He would rest a bit and then he would shower. He would be seeing his Barb soon, and he wanted to make a grand impression. Life was going to be pretty easy from here on out, Virgil thought. Pretty easy indeed.