He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. She led him into one of the two bedrooms, stepping over to the bed, lying back on it with her legs spread as wide as she wash able to splay them. “Get naked, lover,” she whispered up to him. “I want to see that big rod of yours. I want to see how well hung you are.
Show me your cock, lover, let me see it.”
With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Barry undid his belt, took off his trousers, his shirt, stepped out of his shorts. He stood there before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raged shaft standing out at right angle from his loins, quivering, drooling fluid from its blind eye.
“Oh, it’s lovely, Barry just lovely. As big as I knew it would be.” She laughed very softly. “You do want to put it inside me, don’t you? Tell me you want to put it inside me.”
“Yes… yes, I want to put it inside you!“ The words rasped from his throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.
“You want to tuck me, don’t you?" “Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!“
“How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?”
“Deep!” he cried. “Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you’ve never been tucked before!“
“Yes, lover, that’s the way! That’s the way I want it!”
A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Barry’s being and he flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the enveloping fold of his arm, not caring about anything but this soft, warm, musky-smelling woman pressed tightly to him. He was dimly, very dimly, aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self-loathing, but at that moment he didn’t care; he just didn’t care.
He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hills of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the orifice, racing along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot, searing tips of her fingers closed over his rigid penis member, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled one another, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him-and then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs as wide as they had been before, her cunt flared open, dripping, waiting.
Lynn’s hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted island and she an inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing dribbles of liquid, against her thighs, pressed into the narrow, hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched for a moment, levering their entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. She reached under her buttocks, then, with both hands, pulling her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it lay cradled in the full length of her wet, throbbing crevice. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid shaft trapped hotly between her down soft thighs.
He forced his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips, making little mewling sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, giving testimony to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around him moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep, into her innermost depths.
“You feel good, lover,” she breathed. “All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all.” Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Barry pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of sweat-slick hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow better and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her.
“Oohhhhh, fuck me!” she wailed. “Fuck me now Barry lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkk meeeeeeee!“
He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his palpitating cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. Barry groaned animally as she felt her hands move his prick up and down between her legs, running the length of her crotch, parting the soft, fleecy hair of her vagina with the sensitive, blood engorged head. The pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn’t hold back another second. Now! He had to tuck her now!
He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove his huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, gaping, mouth of her hungry pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.
“Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhh!“ she screamed beneath him.
He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls slapping with a resounding, staccato sound against the mooned cheeks of her ass.
“OOoooohhhhhhhh!” she screamed again. “Ohhhh, that’s it, lover, that’s the way to fuck me, that’s ittttttt!”
Barry ground his pelvis into the squirming, pliant flesh beneath him, tucking into Lynn with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon.
“Ohhhh, it’s… good, lover… good like I knew it would be… ooooohhhhhh yesssssss! That’s the way, that’s it. Now shove your finger in my ass! Do it now, Barry, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and make me scream for you!“
In slave-like obedience, Barry reached under her, between her rotating buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her pussy. He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then dipped his middle finger toward her anus, found it. A small stream of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking into her. It lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her anal passage.
She leapt her body upward to crash into his with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden, lancing pain of his digital entrance. And then she was screaming for him, saying, “Aaaaahhhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I like it, I like it!”
He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle.
“Oooooohhhhh! Yessss, that’s it, hurt me, hurt me!“
Despite her cries, he felt Lynn suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on his worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand. He waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of pain and passion from her.