Curt Aldrich - Daughter loves horses

Cindy felt like an animal. It was disgusting, but she couldn't help herself. With every thrust of Oscar's big cock in her clutching pussyhole, she lost more and more control. She found herself grunting, grinding her pelvis up at him, trying to suck his cock deeper inside herself. If he hadn't been clothed, she would have sunk her fingernails through the skin on his upper back. She was delirious, out of her mind with heat and fuck-itch. She couldn't help herself, and she knew that at this moment she was no better than an animal.

"Fuck me! Oh fuck me!" she growled, her teeth clenched, her brunette head twisting from side to side against the mattress.

"Cindy!" Oscar moaned. "Oh Cindy! Oh God, Cindy!"

His face was flushed the color of his cock-head, and he dripped sweat. His rigid prick plunged in Cindy's cunt, making her fuck juices froth out and soil his dress trousers.

"Marry me, Cindy! Oh please, I wanna marry you!"

"Don't talk," Cindy grunted. "Oh please, just keep moving!"

"Marry me, Cindy, please marry me!"

"Fuck me!" Cindy mumbled, her hips churning, her body undulating. With each thrust of Oscar's cock into her crotch, she felt like moaning, "Yes, yes, I will marry you," but she still retained enough of her sanity not to be that stupid.

"Keep moving, Oscar! Keep fucking!" She tightened her pussy, wiggled her ass, and watched her boyfriend's eyes nearly pop out.

He bore down on her, fucking so fast and hard that his breathing sounded like he was racing the mile. The sounds of the rhythmically creaking mattress, of wild panting and moaning, of a stiff cock plunging in a juicy cunt, filled the dormitory room, exciting the fucking couple even more. Oscar drove them both toward orgasm, his pistoning cock like a red-hot snake.

Cindy could feel the fuck juices running down her asscrack, and she knew she was staining her bedspread. She realized that in the nearly deserted dormitory the sounds she and Oscar were making might easily be heard in the hallway, and she imagined the house mother or a janitor passing by and discovering what she was doing.

She was being such a fool, she knew, letting Oscar visit her dorm room during spring break when her roommate was gone and the dorm was almost empty – and when he could get her alone like this and fuck her. She was being such a fool, but now it was too late to think about that. Once Oscar got his cock anchored in her, she was lost, and come hell or high water, she was stuck on her boyfriend, and he was stuck in her, and they were going to fuck until they both exploded and relieved the maddening tension in their loins.

As his prick plunged between her swollen pussylips, she tightened her legs around him, whining from the incredible itch and heat in her crotch. Her bare feet were up in the air, her panties still dangling from her right ankle. Oscar had been so hot to get inside her that he'd fallen between her legs before he'd pulled her panties completely off. He was still fully dressed except for his shoes, and Cindy was still wearing her dress, her skirt pushed up around her waist, her body naked from the waist down.

"Uh! Uhhh! Uhhhhhh!"

Oscar sounded like a grunting bull. His eyes rolled wildly and his cock flexed inside Cindy. As his first spurt of cum shot into her, his eyes became white slits and his body shuddered as if an electric current were passing through it.

"Ahhhhh!"

His cock jerked repeatedly, spitting cum.

Cindy moaned, thrashing on the mattress, rocking her hips up and down as the sizzling spurts of jism drilled her again and again. Her pussylips and her entire cuntal chamber swelled around his pulsating cock. As the steel-hard fuckrod rubbed against her clit, as it sliced between her crotchlips, the fuck-itch reached such a maddening pitch in Cindy's loins that she chewed her lips to keep from crying out. She thought she was going to die from the intensity of the feeling.

"Oh God!"

She arched up, her hips churning, her spasming cunt grinding around and around Oscar's stiff cock. She pushed the back of her twisting head harder against the mattress and arched up even further, her body forming a bow. Then she sank back into the mattress, clinging to the humping young man, crushing him in a fierce orgasmic embrace. Her fingernails clawed at his back, and her toes curled hard. As the spasms shook her body, her legs trembled violently.

"Cindy! Oh God, Cindy, marry me!"

With each ejaculation, the young man proposed to her, and with each electrical jolt of his cock inside her, Cindy had to bite her lips to keep from crying out, "Yes, yes, yes!" in response.

Their humping slowed, then finally stopped. Oscar's cock twitched inside her, and occasional aftershocks in Cindy's cunt made her gasp. They kissed. Cindy almost fainted with bliss.

"Should we do it again?" Oscar said.

"Yes," Cindy sighed, stretching luxuriously under him, her cunt tightening around his still hard cock.

"Let's do it different this time."

"What do you mean, different?"

"I mean, the other way – from the back."

"What!"

"Up on your hands and knees maybe, with me behind you."

"Get off me!"

"What!"

"You heard me! Get off me!"

"But Cindy!"

"You animal! I've had enough of your filthy suggestions! What do you think I am, some kind of dog?"

She gave Oscar a shove and he rolled off her, his stiff prick popping out of her cunt. His randy fucktool was dripping with pussy juice and cum, like a snake that had been dipped in a honey pot. Cindy almost vomited at the sight of it.

She was regaining her senses now. How could she have let that gross animal stick that disgusting thing inside her? Why had she ever let him talk her into sneaking him up here? What if the house mother had caught them? She wondered if sometimes she wasn't possessed by the devil.

She got off the bed and dropped her skirt, then quickly snatched her panties off the bed and put them on, making sure her back was turned to Oscar, and that she didn't lift her skirt again as she pulled her panties into place. She was sure he was dying for a look at her ass. When she turned around, Oscar was still standing there with his hard cock sticking straight out at her and twitching. She looked quickly away, not wanting to see it.

"Put that disgusting thing away! Then please leave!"

"But Cindy, all I asked was for us to do it different for a change. We always do it the same way."

"Let's not talk about it. Just leave. I need to be alone, and you're not supposed to be in here, anyway. I don't know how I let you talk me into bringing you in."

Oscar put away his cock, but not without a struggle. He forced up his zipper, and the cylindrical bulge of his cock throbbed obscenely in his pants, his cockhead outlined. Now that it was covered, Cindy dared to look at it, and her pussy began to throb again. For a moment she had second thoughts about wanting him to leave, but she quickly got control of herself.

"Would you please leave now?"

"Can't we talk about us getting married? You never wanna talk about it. If we got married, we could have a great time together, and you wouldn't always have to worry about us getting caught."

"We shouldn't be doing what we've been doing," Cindy said. "It's immoral. I don't know how I let you talk me into it."

"Then let's get married."

"Oscar, will you please leave?"

"Should I call you later?"

"No, I'll call you – when I'm ready." She gave him a push, and he shuffled out, his head hanging.

Cindy locked the door behind him and sighed with relief. Then she sat at her desk for awhile, trying not to think about anything, trying to forget about what she'd just done with Oscar. They were doing it more and more lately, coupling like a pair of rutting animals. It was all he cared about, that animal! It was all any of them cared about. Men! She'd had about all of men she could stand.