Roger Hurwell - Family Four-Play

She pressed close to him, her arms around his knees. And then, looking up, she moved closer to his crotch. With her teeth, she pulled the zipper of his fly down and let his prick snap to immediate attention. The long, ugly red shaft was quivering like a racehorse in the starting gate. It knew what it wanted and was eager to get it.

“So lovely,” she said, her fingers caressing his prick as if it were some sort of religious relic. Then she popped the purpled knob of his cock into her mouth. Ruby lips closed on just the glans and sucked until her cheeks went concave. He groaned and almost fell. He reached out and caught himself on the television set. Only with the sturdy box propping him up could he maintain his stance. Never had this weakness hit him so fast. He knew that his cock was primed and ready to explode. Her hot, sucking mouth moving up and down it had something to do with it, sure, but he realized that the entire seduction was taking, its toll of his stamina. He felt like a teenager again. But these were hardly teenaged games she was playing. These were very, very adult and very, very sophisticated. And he loved the hell out of it. “Keep sucking, wench,” he told her. “I like the wet feel of your tongue all over my prick.” She was cradling his cock inside her mouth with a cupped tongue. The roughness as his prick slid in and out made him come fully erect. Never had his prick felt stiffer than it was now. And the way she sucked on his cock turned him on in a big way. Tiny arrows of delight stabbed into his groin, then shot all the way into his belly. His balls in their hairy little hag churned faster, almost at the boiling point. The thick stew of his jism begged for immediate release. He held it in, wanting more pleasure before releasing the fiery torrent of sperm and semen.

“Do you really like it, lover?” she asked needlessly. Her fingers reached into his pants and fumbled out his balls. The lightest touch on the little sac was almost enough to make him come in her face. That would be a waste, he decided. Iron control held in his jizz, at least for the time being. “Damned right I do!” he told her. He perched his ass against the edge of the television. For once he'd found a use for it that didn't require sitting and mindlessly staring at the giant oval eye. She teased and tormented his balls as much as she could. The woman was getting hotter by the moment. The smell of male musk in her nostrils spurred her on to suck harder, to face-fuck herself just a little faster, to give even more stimulation to the bag containing his balls. She pressed her tongue against that hard little sphere dangling under his long prick and felt the agitation inside.

The balls were tumbling and lurching harder than she'd ever felt before. She went back along the tasty shaft of his cock. She licked it as if it was a merry popsicle. The taste made her mouth water. Whenever her nose burrowed into the thick fleece of his bush, she wanted to sneeze. The odors assailing her were making her pussy dribble out its thick lubricating oils. She heaved a big sigh and hotly gusted through the tangled forest of his pubic hair. That made his hips jerk spastically. This took her by surprise. He was close to coming. She realized then the full effect of her little dressing-up-or not dressing!-was getting to him even more than she had hoped. It excited him, it turned him into a raging beast intent on nothing but fucking! And that pleased her because she felt like a bitch in heat. She wanted that prick. She wanted it stuffed all the way up her twat and fucking the living hell out of her. Nothing less than being split apart all the way to the chin would satisfy the longing she felt deep inside. Her cunt felt hollow and empty, neglected for too long by this man's lovely prick. She wanted to feel him inside her, moving, fucking, making her come alive to the feel of his prick against her pussy walls. “On your feet, dammit,” he flared. “I can't take any more of this. And I don't want to waste all my jizz by coming in your mouth. I want to stick this where it'll do the both of us a hell of a lot more good!” He lifted her and spun her around so fast that she fell forward. The television set caught her fall. She sprawled gracelessly across the top of it. Before she could straighten up, a strong hand shoved her flat. This mashed her tits into the wood top. The hard points of her nipples felt as if they would pop from this treatment. And erotic surges of carnal delight blasted into her chest. She slumped back down and rubbed her tits against the set. The way the nylon of her nightie and the pressure on her boobs stimulated her, she could have gotten off just on those two things alone. When she felt him come up behind her, his legs pressing into the curve of her behind, she knew she wouldn't have to masturbate herself to a climax. His huge prick forced its way between the thick slabs of her asscheeks. She thought he was hunting for her cunt dangling wide a few inches below. He took her entirely by surprise when his prick head nudged firmly into the tight ring of her anus. “N-no!” she cried out. “Don't fuck me up the ass! Please!

Y-you've never done that! You'll rip me apart!” It was true. In nineteen years of marriage not once had he buttfucked her. And now she had enticed him so much that he couldn't hold himself back! She damned herself for not doing this sooner! But the pain as his monstrous prick forced its way into her chary little asshole frightened her. He was huge. Hung like a bull, he could rip her delicate tissues if he tried fucking her up the rear like this. She didn't mind her son's tongue trying to slither all the way up into her rectum. That was so tiny and wet it couldn't possibly hurt her. The size of the cock, though, was something else. She pleaded, “No, please don't do this!

D-down lower! My cunt! Fuck my cunt!” It was as if he didn't hear her at all. The pressures mounted as he leaned forward. She tried to relax, to accommodate this huge male invader up her back. Her excitement prevented her from relaxing at all. But that didn't stop his prick. She felt the blunted head of it slowly spreading her apart and then the entire glans was inside the tight ring of her asshole.

“God, you're tight up the back. I should have done this before! I should have given you the sexiest enema ever!” She was writhing, but she couldn't tell if it was from pain or excitement. She ached where his large cock was entering her asshole. But there was something else that she couldn't quite identify. It was excitement, but at what?

A new form of fucking? A masochistic thrill at the pain? A feeling that she was the one who had started all this and must now reap whatever happened? It was all of that and maybe more. She moaned and even ended up shoving her pert ass back toward the man's groin to drive the hot spike of his manhood into her rear. As it seared its way up, she thought it was tearing her apart. She knew she was bleeding to death from being ripped apart by a too-large pecker naming out her ass. Nothing of the sort happened. When her inner tissues began to expand to take the huge, strange visitor, she actually found a carnal thrill that had been lacking from regular fucking. There was something elemental about this. It was something an uninhibited animal would do And she felt like a bitch in heat as much as he was a stud in rut. “Fuck me hard!” she demanded. The warmth of his entry into her ass burned and lit more fires of raging passion inside her belly.

She struggled to shove her hips back to get even more of his cock buried inside her. The way her ass neatly fit the curve of his groin made her think they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle made especially for each other. She felt his hands come around her waist and grab hold. He could get a lot more leverage now. And he used it. She felt his hands tighten as he pushed out of her. She almost screamed at the suction inside her ass. The retreating prick formed a huge vacuum in her guts. And when his prick came to the asshole, there was an obscene smacking sound as if she'd farted. He laughed. And his prick immediately started back into her asshole again. She moaned and felt sweat begin to bead her forehead. The cock driving slowly, powerfully, into her body didn't stop until she felt his balls wetly slapping against her dangling cunt lips. The tiny amount of stimulation sent tremors earthquaking throughout her body. The woman tensed her muscles and the man groaned instantly. “Dammit,” he called out, “are you trying to chop my cock off or something? That asshole of yours is like a hangman's noose!” She relaxed a little and let the pleasure flow through her belly like melted butter. It puddled inside, then slowly spread up her spine. When it reached her brain, it glowed brightly for a moment, then exploded into all the colors of the rainbow. She came, harder than she ever had before. He grunted and hung on as she thrashed around, the long spike of his impaling prick buried up her rear. When the storms of orgasm had died down a little in her seething body, he pulled out again. She felt the warmth and friction of his prick against the insides of her but-tocks.