Randy Guy: Hot bed neighbors

"Better believe it." His powerful loins drove six massive inches of steel-hard cock into her simmering cunt.

"Ahhh!" She arched and shuddered. She was engorged with prick. But she knew there was more. She kissed him and dug strong fingers into his scalp. "Yes! Darling, fuck me!"

Ken put his weight on her. He reached down and levered her long, white legs onto his broad, muscular shoulders. Her knees were pressed back… back… and finally she was doubled up. Her knees were pressed firmly into the deep cushions of her big, soft tits. She lay utterly exposed to the full length of his huge cock. It was sticking into her cunt like a partly buried stake.

Ken gripped Wyoma's slim white shoulders with his big strong hands. She was a total prisoner. Trapped. Impaled. She didn't object. She was his wife, his slave, his property.

She shivered in terrified anticipation. This was the way he liked to fuck best. This allowed him to thrust every massive inch of his cock into her cunt.

He waggled his hips and probed and poked in her cunt, creating small spasmodic contractions in her guts. Then it began!

His fingers tightened on her shoulders and his hips thrust down and forward, forcing more inches of massively thick cock into her distended cunt.

Wyoma shuddered. Her taut belly rippled. She gasped at the huge invasion. He'd fucked her like this thousands of times, and yet each time was startling. Each time her cunt seemed too small.

Ken reared and plunged, reared, and plunged, fucking ever deeper! He couldn't get enough of this. Her cunt was like a tight, hot, slick velvet tunnel. His breath rasped in her ear as he panted.

"Oh Wyoma, you're the best. Best fuck in the world."

She clutched him with fierce need. She panted, too, open-mouthed, blue eyes wide open, staring unseeing at the ceiling.

Her cunt was radiating pleasure. Her guts seethed and clenched. Her clit stood out like a pink thimble in her wide-open pussy gash.

Yet he still wasn't all the way in! Still, the magic moment for her danced tantalizingly just beyond her reach. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee!"

Her lust and excitement increased. Her cunt reined and tightened around the huge, plunging prickshaft.

Ken was breathing raggedly. His cock thrusts were long and ruthless and fast.

Wyoma quivered violently as he ground the last possible inch of wrist-thick cock into her stretched, spasming cunt. Her clit was smacked by the curly-haired base of his cock.

She hung, trembling, on the edge of a great release. She tightened her cunt on his cock. She treasured each new, massive, breathtaking fuck-thrust!

Ken fucked in to the hilt. He held her in a cruel vise of powerful arms and thighs and weight. He pressed his monster cock in and in until their loins were welded tight. His cock jerked in her heated, juicy, rippling cunt.

Wyoma wailed: "Fuck me! More! More!"

But he was at the end of his ability and willingness to hold off. His cock was like a bomb. His guts quivered. His balls drew up tightly to his loins. His heavy thighs trembled.

"Can't!" he gasped.

Ken drew back until only the big cockhead was in her wildly clenching cunt. Eight inches of dripping prickshaft was exposed for a second. Then he thrust! He drew a quavering, wailing breath. He became savage! His huge cock erupted and gushed cum deep in her hot, squishy cunt. He fucked wildly, plunging, pounding her into the bed, bouncing her.

Wyoma sobbed and gasped and felt the scalding jets of his cum. But she couldn't get over the edge. She didn't climax. She writhed in his iron grip, squirmed, tried to give her swollen clit more friction with his pounding prick.

But she couldn't make it! He was slowing, shuddering, quieting. His huge cock subtly softened in her hungry, cum-flooded cunt.

She lay quivering with unsatisfied need under his crushing weight. She began to weep.

Polly pressed the "freeze frame" button on the remote control pod and tried to concentrate on the sex scene she had stopped. She sighed luxuriously as her husband licked her clit.

Her sparkling pale-green eyes did not drift from the TV screen to Jim Wilson's bobbing head between her lush white thighs. The young girl on the screen was in the act of deepthroating an enormous prick.

Polly was endlessly fascinated with huge pricks. She had always secretly regretted marrying Jim. His cock was only average sized. She smiled to herself. She had been young and dumb in college. She had been a completely different woman then.

At least, she thought, Jim was an excellent eater of pussy. And he was doing a superb job of sucking her big clit right now.

She made an appreciative throaty sound as he flipped her clit swiftly with short stabs of his tongue-tip. A sweet, hot pleasure coiled in her loins. She turned the TV cassette player off and reached for Jim's balding head. She growled with lust and pulled his face tighter to her gaping cunt. Her arms pressed the sides of her full, rounded wits and made the blue-white flesh poke outward to spectacular prominence. Her flushed reddish-brown nipples jutted arrogantly.

Jim sucked her grape-sized clit into his mouth. He simultaneously tongue-lashed her clit and gently scraped its sensitive tissues with his upper teeth. His nose was pressed into a thick nest of fiery red stiff curls.

"Ahhhhhhh…" She jerked, her cunt rhythmically against his slurping mouth and tongue. "Yes! Like, that! Just like that! Ummmmm!"

Polly's face seemed to contort in agony. Her lush mouth spread into a grimace. She gasped and threw her head back. The climax was quick and intense. Her small, opulent body quivered briefly.

Jim continued to tease and torture her extended clit.

Polly shivered into a second orgasm. "That's so nice. You're going to set a record with me if you keep this up."

He tried to speak with his lips full. "Mmmmmmm. Mmmmm!"

She laughed and ruffled his thin, brown hair. "Come up when you want me to deep-throat you, lover."

She owed him that, at lest. And then she could probably persuade him to slip on the harness and wear her favorite big hollow prick over his small, wilted cock. Before the night was over she wanted to be fucked, and lacking a man with a real prick as big as she liked, she would settle for what the special adult catalog called prosthetic penis aides.

Or maybe he would bring out the vibrating dildo and fuck her that way.

Polly's soft white belly rippled and quaked as she moaned into a third come. "Uhh! Uhh! Ahhhh! Oh, you wonderful man!" She locked her fingers behind his head and ground her open-lipped wet cunt even tighter against his face.

Jim couldn't breathe at all. He peeled his hands away and pulled his head from the soft, humid vise of her perfumed crotch. His face was smeared with her pussy juices. He smoothed his hair back.

"It's counterproductive if I smother to death."

"I'd never do that. Come here to me, lover. Ummmm." Polly urged him to move up beside her. She kissed him lavishly and tasted her own cum on his lips.

Then she turned her attention to her husband's six-inch cock. She toyed with his prick and pumped up large dewdrops of clear pre-cum. She licked them off the cockhead as if they were honey. She ran a hand over his hard belly.

Jim Wilson was a jogger and a swimmer. At thirty-seven he was in great condition. She loved his kindness, generosity, and willingness to please. If only he had at least eight inches of prick and a lust to use it! To fuck! But Jim was soft-spoken, average, rather dull, in spite of everything she did to spice up their lives with porno films and cassettes and sex devices and mate-swapping. And he was basically an oral lover. He would rather suck and be sucked.

Polly said: "Doe has found a boyfriend already. Big handsome boy. I think I'll scout around among the wives and see if I can find a swinger or two. We need a special couple for close friends."