Roger Hurwell - Family Four-Play

“I can't take it any more,” she shrieked. “Fuck me good and let me come big! BIG, DO YOU HEAR!” He gritted his teeth and began poling in and out of the woman's ass with steady, powerful strokes.

“I… aaaaaieeeeee!” she screamed. He fell her asshole snap down hard around his prick. He gasped at the heat and strength all around him. But he kept moving. In spite of the powerful muscle trying to prevent that male invader from fucking deep into her rectum, he fucked. His hips and back strained as he drove forward. His biceps knotted as he pulled on her hips to make sure that he was able to fuck her deep enough to fully pleasure both of them. He needn't have worried on this score. The woman's brain was seared from the power of her come. She slowly regained her senses and found her body demanding ever more in the way of stimulation. Her tits crushed down hard onto the television set and felt like overinflated footballs. She rubbed and stroked and clutched fiercely at her own tits, squeezing them till she came again. The fire leaped into her chest and burned harshly into her lungs. The woman felt as if her throat had been coated with sandpaper and her chest was filled with napalm. But the biggest reaction to the buttfucking came from a spot still lower on her body.

Her cunt leaked out a steady flow of lubricants now. It trickled down the inside of her thighs and tickled. And, strangely, this made her all the more excited. She spread her legs a bit farther apart and felt her asshole tighten around the man's cock buried so far up into her guts. “Can't hold on much longer,” he told her. “Gotta fuck for all it's worth now or forget it!” “So fuck, damn you, fuck me hard and deep and looooong!” His hips exploded into a frenzy of motion. She felt his prick pull back and slam home into her ass. The feel of his upper legs straining against her well-rounded ass gave her an added feeling of need. The prick was finding her innermost desires and stroking across them. It turned her into a raving beast. She felt the fucking frenzy seize her. Head tossing from side to side, she sent a lustrous auburn cascade of hair into motion all around her. She rubbed and fondled her own tits until she thought she would poke holes into the quivering mounds of snowy titflesh. And when she moved to one side and pressed the corner of the television set into her clit, she found heaven. She came. The universe shattered around her.

Nothing except that hot, fucking piston of cock searing Its way up her shit chute. As her climax was dying down, she felt the prick inside her begin to swell. That already large pecker grew in size Until she thought it would rip her apart. Then it spewed out its hot load of come. The liquid surge of his jism into her bowels made her feel weak and watery. But the excitement mounted rapidly as she felt the sweet flowing jism and the hard fucking cock working together in her butt. The Greeking was about the best form of fucking she'd ever discovered. It touched all her animal instincts and even turned her once lackluster performing husband into a real stud. The Stud she knew him to be. When she felt the rigid prick begin to turn limp inside her asshole, she let out a huge sigh of relief. It was also one of disappointment. The cornholing was over. Her body could relax, but she knew she would have preferred him to fuck her far into the night.

Her body had demanded nothing less. “Well, now we know the answer,” he said. “The answer to what?” “The next time anyone asks us what we think about sex on television, we'll have to answer that it's great!” She laughed and clung weakly to the sides of the set. At long last they had found something better to use the TV set for than to watch. And what a dynamite “something else” it was, too!

“When will your parents be back?” Denise smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming like twin beacons of emerald.

“They're gone for the whole weekend. They went up to the cabin and decided to forget all about the cares of the big city and all that.”

“Do you think they should have left their baby girl behind like this?” Fred asked, his band slowly stroking along the girl's bare arm.

The flesh was smooth and warm and inviting. And he knew that it would become even inviting as the night went on. “They think their baby girl's all grown up.” “And I agree!” “You should,” she said primly. Then, smiling, “After all, you know exactly how grown up I can be-in bed!” The memories of the time they'd balled came back to him and made his prick begin to jerk aloft. Just the sight of the girl made him all too aware of his own manhood. His cock slowly stiffened just dragging his eyes over the smooth, curving neck and down to the ample bulge of her tits. She didn't wear a bra; she didn't need to.

Her tits were conical and firm and the nipples pointed upwards just a little bit as if in wanton invitation to his mouth. His arm snaked around her shoulder and began to work down toward the buttons on her blouse. “Hey, none of that,” she said, swatting his hand. “Well, maybe a little bit.” “God, you scared me for a minute. I thought you were turning into a summer rerun of my parents.” The dark haired girl looked up at Fred and asked, “What do you mean? Is there something wrong between them?” “Yeah, I think they're getting bored with each other. I don't know how much fucking they're actually doing these days, but my guess is not much. My dad is knocking off pieces of ass around the car lot and Mom and me, well, you know about that.” Denise nodded slowly. Fred had been very upfront with her and had told her about his lust for his mother-and hers for her son.

The girl didn't see anything really wrong as long as Fred and Gloria both got off on it. Their love for each other wasn't harming anyone else. Or was it? She asked, “Do you think your dad knows about you and your mother? That might be making him stray a bit.” “I doubt that he knows. Besides, we didn't really get it on in a big way until after things began to get a little strained. I think it's just boredom. They're both thinking there might be more sexually exciting people out there and both want to check it out. Except Mom is a bit scared to actually try it.” “Hmmm, sounds like something should be done. “I agree. But let's talk about it later. I want to…”

She didn't allow him to finish the sentence. Her mouth fastened firmly on his, her lips demanding and moistly inviting. For a moment, be tried to get his tongue into her mouth and failed. Then, slowly, sensuously, she parted her ruby lips and allowed the tip of her pink tongue to tantalize his. This was all the provocation he needed. His tongue shot out and into his girlfriend's mouth. There, tongues tangling erotically, they tasted the sweet saliva mixing, headier than any wine. Soon, both were panting from the excitement of the moment.

Fred's mouth quickly abandoned Denise's lips and went hunting back along the line of her jaw. When he found her earlobe, he sucked it into his mouth and gently gnawed on it with his teeth. His hot breath sensitized the already delicate flesh and soon she was arching her back and struggling to get even closer to him. Her tits mashed against his hard body. She sighed deeply as the thrill of her erect nipples dragging against his shirt sent tiny tremors volting into her chest. She reached out and managed to unfasten his shirt. In a few quick moves, he was naked to the waist. She wanted him to do the same for her but he seemed too engrossed in nibbling her ear. The raven-haired teenager couldn't tell him to stop. She was enjoying the ear-nibbling too much! The blood pounded harder in her head until her temples sounded like drums being struck. When his tongue shot into the tiny channel of her ear, she felt an immense sexual need reach out and seize control of her body. Pussy beginning to leak its fluids, her breathing heavier, she started moaning for him to hurry. “I need you in me, Fred. I want to feel that big, swollen cock of yours in me, fucking me, making me feel like a complete woman!” His tongue began a slow, methodical mock-fucking of her ear. The promise of more to come raised her passions to the breaking point. She felt her belly tense and every breath poured molten lead into her lungs. The girl realized that they had the entire night ahead of them and that this was just a hint of what Fred had to offer her. She loved it and she wanted more! Ever since she'd met Fred and found what a stud he was, she'd become increasingly more demanding sexually. At first a quick fuck was all that it took to satisfy her. Now, unless she got a half-dozen comes, it left her feeling cheated. Fred had turned her into a sexually greedy bitch- and each of them wouldn't have had it any other way! “I want more than your tongue, Fred. I want this!”