Ray Todd: The wife_ vacation

"Hop in," Martin smiled, holding the front door open for her.

The lower moons of her firm ass were deliciously-exposed beneath her short cut-offs as she stooped to enter the car. There was a certain grubbiness about the girl that was sexually exciting.

"What's your name?" Martin asked, guiding the car back on to the highway.

"Angel," she giggled. "But don't take that at face value."

"Then you're not an angel?" he asked hopefully.

"Shit no," she laughed, languidly stretching her smooth tanned leg out in front of her as she rested her head against the back of the seat.

"Where are you going, Angel?"

"Wherever you go."

"You must be going someplace," he said in a startled voice.

"Oh, sure," she yawned. "But I don't know when."

"That doesn't make sense."

"It does to me," Angel smiled. "I don't care where I am as long as there's a strange new man around."

"Why?"

"You've heard of alcoholics?"

"Sure. Are you an alcoholic?"

"Shit no," Angel giggled. "I'm a sexoholic. I crave strange cocks."

Martin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never met a girl like this in his life.

"I was married once," she volunteered. "And it was pure hell for both of us. I was constantly fucking all his friends and any other strange men I could find and it just broke his heart, but I couldn't control myself. We split up and I hit the road like this."

"That's a wild story," Martin said, not knowing what else to say.

"It might sound wild to you," she smiled. "But I love it. I have all the freedom in the world, and a never-ending supply of strange hard cocks to keep me satisfied."

"Isn't it a rough life?"

"Shit no," Angel grinned, flashing a big broad smile. "It's a ball. The guys who pick me up usually buy me a meal, and if they're on an overnight trip I sleep in the motel with them. If night comes along and I don't have a man to put me up, mast motel owners will give me a room in return for a fuck."

Martin was aghast. Looking down at her slightly soiled thighs stretched out in front of her, the man could hardly concentrate on his driving.

"What's your name?" Angel asked after a long period of silence.

"Martin," he answered. "Martin Fielding."

"That's a nice name," she smiled, glancing out the window. "Isn't that pretty down there?"

"That's Franklin Creek," Martin volunteered. "It starts up at Franklin Springs."

Martin's cock began to tingle when he felt her firm warm thigh pressing against his leg. There was an earthy sensuality about the girl that sent little shivers through his loins.

"Can I offer you anything?" she whispered.

"What?"

"I suck, fuck and take it up my asshole," she giggled, putting her hand on the big cock-bulge in his pants. "What would you like?"

The feel of her hot little hand on his throbbing dick left the man speechless. He'd been horny as hell since Judy left town and now he'd found this hot little slut who was dying to have her cunt filled up with his jizz.

"Turn down by the stream," she said excitedly, pointing to a dirt road just ahead of them.

Slamming on the brakes, he turned onto the primitive road and they were soon parked on a mossy bank near the creek, discreetly hidden from the highway by a thick grove of trees.

Getting out of the car, Angel removed her bed roll from the back seat and spread it on the soft smooth moss.

"See," she giggled as Martin lay down on the blanket. "Horny girls always come prepared."

Lying there with his hands behind his head, Martin stared with admiration at the statuesque figure standing over him. He could hardly believe the size of her big lush tits when they spilled out as she pulled the T-shirt off over her head. It was obvious that she spent a lot of time naked in the sun. Her big lush boobs were as tanned as the rest of her body. Exciting little goose bumps stood out all over her wide swollen areolas capped with the biggest, hardest nipples he'd ever seen.

When she dropped her cut-offs, Martin stared up at her wet open slit, displayed in the soft puffy mound between her firm strong thighs. Her brown damp pussy-hair glistened in the bright summer sun. The soft pink inner-flesh of her open cunt-lips shimmered with the slippery pussy-juices that were dripping from her hot twat.

Kneeling over him, she rubbed her big luscious tits against his face as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. When his shirt was removed, she quickly lowered the zipper of his fly and deftly pulled off his pants and shorts.

An excited animal-like gasp escaped the girl's throat as she stared hungrily at his big swollen cock, standing back fully erect against his stomach. There was a throbbing, virile look to his big thick cock that sent a spurt of hot cunt-juice streaming out of her quivering twat.

She gently wrapped her fingers around his big pulsating dick and began skimming the man's thick rubbery foreskin up and down over his cock-head with slow, teasing strokes.

"Oh, Angel," he gasped as she brought the full length of his cock alive with ecstasy. "Christ, that's good!"

Many women had fingered Martin's cock in the past, but none with Angel's skill. Her subtle change of pressure and tempo combined to almost drive the man crazy. Her experienced fingers felt much better to him than most women's cunts.

Smiling tenderly at him with her soft brown eyes, her moist lips were only inches from his big purple, shiny knob. With her lips locked tightly around the base of his big mushroom-shaped cock-head, she began a deep sucking action.

"Oh, God!" Martin sobbed in ecstasy as her deep suction seemed to pull deliciously on every nerve in his body.

There was no doubt that the young nymphet loved cocks and knew how to treat them. Wild little gurgles and moans could be heard as she slavered passionately over his cock-head.

Realizing that Martin had taken as much agony and ecstasy from her lips as he could endure, she slowly released his dick and straddled his waist. Facing the man, she slowly lowered her hot, dripping slit down over his straining cock.

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped, staring up at her huge tits swinging above his face as his cock slid slowly into the scalding hotness of her slippery cunt. There was a smoldering heat in her fuck-hole that he'd never experienced with any other woman.

"D'ya like it, honey?" she whispered as her unusually strong cunt muscles began squeezing and sucking on the base of his prick.

"Christ, yes," he panted as her fantastic cunt continued milking and sucking on his throbbing dick.

"You'd better," she giggled. "You'll never find another cunt like this one."

Writhing in ecstasy beneath the girl, Martin fully realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime twat. No wonder she couldn't be satisfied with a single cock. This broad had enough cunt to take care of a thousand cocks and still cry for more.

Locking her knees tightly against his waist, Angel began plunging up and down over his stiff prick with a steady, teasing tempo.

With her knees pressing against his sides, Martin could feel the strength in the girl's firm thighs. The sight of her big-nippled tits bouncing above his face and the feel of his throbbing cock slicing up through the hot sucking flesh of her grasping twat was the wildest thing he'd ever experienced.

Revolving her cunt frantically around the base of his cock as she plunged up and down, the girl was uttering groans and moans like a wild animal. With her head thrown back and her long sun-bleached hair flying crazily around her shoulders, the girl was moaning like a bitch in heat.

There was an animal-like lust in her glazed eyes as she frantically ground her cunt savagely around Martin's sexually enraged prick. The strong muscles of her cunt-mouth were attacking his hard dong like a wild hungry beast.