Heather Brown - Kidnapped housewife

On the other hand, now that I had it, the voice of practicality reminded me I might as well harness it to my own advantage. Who knew how many of the gang members I could get rid of by luring them into the kangaroo court of their own wrathful leader. Every one of them I got erased for paying too much attention to my body would be a further obstacle out of the way toward freedom.

"Forget about this Chinga," A hissed sensuously to Tiny. "Think about my deep, tight pussy. How your big, strong cock would feel pumping inside my wet cunt. I'll make you live forever, strong boy."

"I-I-can't," he blubbered like a big baby.

"How big is your cock?" I ignored his whimpering negativism. "I'll bet eight inches when it's hard like it is now." I'd purposely underestimated.

Just like any other man, that brought him around. "Twelve inches," he protested. "My cock's a foot long."

"I don't believe you I don't believe you," I sing-songed. His bull-like snorting told me that he was enraged with frustration.

"It is!" he thunderously insisted.

"I'll bet it's as puny as the rest of you is, big," I taunted. "You guys with the biggest muscles always have the littlest pricks."

"I ought to slam your teeth down your throat!" he bellowed, completely having lost his cool.

"Why don't you just get your cock out of your pants and fuck me?" I calmly replied. "That'll settle the argument fast enough."

Realizing my objective, he lost all reason and turned all of his attention to proving what a real man he was. The rustle of his clothes falling to the floor occupied a few seconds, and then he was upon me. His hairy body was so huge that it smothered me like a mattress.

"Feel it?" he grunted in my ear. "Feel how big my cock is between your legs?"

"My cunt is where I do my measuring," I replied saucily. "Stop bragging and start fucking."

"I'll show you, you bitch!" he snarled, as excited now as he'd been placid before. "I'm gonna ram your fucking guts out!"

"Is that a threat or a promise?" I hit the ball back into his court.

"Biiiiiittcchh!" he yelled as he charged forward like a whole army contained in one man. Draped over me to begin with, now he was steam rolling me.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," I smacked my lips as his cock began to travel up my cunt. It seemed as thick as a normal person's forearm.

"Do you think my dick is so puny now?" he rasped after penetrating with so many inches that I couldn't count them.

"I'll tell you when I feel your balls squashing against the outside of my pussy," I continued to lead him on.

"I'm telling you right now, bitch," he growled, "I've got at least four inches to go. Are you sure your delicate little pussy can take it?"

"Fuck you, fatso," I pushed him over the edge. "I can take everything you've got."

"Then take this!" he hissed.

He crashed his groin into mine so hard I thought my bones were snapping. At the juicy depths of the impact, his cock traveled its remaining inches up my fuck-hole. He was in me to the hilt.

Jesus, Tiny's prick was every bit as big as he bragged it was and then some. It was by far the biggest hard-on I'd ever had engorging my cunt.

But I couldn't let him know that. It might break the erotic web I'd woven with my teasing. A web in which I had my enormous prey trapped, if I knew anything about being a woman.

"I'll bet you can't make me scream," I coolly challenged him. His masculinity couldn't refuse a dare like that one.

He began pumping away with his enormous hard-on, trying to saw me in two. Frenzied, his huge body quaked like an incipient landslide. I estimated that I was buried under at least 300 pounds of sweating meat.

On the downward thrusts, the end of Tiny's cock was reaching depths in my pussy that I hadn't known existed. Never in my marriage or my affairs had these regions been explored. My loins were on fire.

That's when I started thinking about coming for the first time. Up until now it had all been strategy. However, it was time to consider whether friction would take its toll. That big cock pistoning in my tight cunt seemed to be shooting off sparks.

I realized I had finally proved that another person could bring me to orgasm. But, I also realized, the other person was of my own sex.

In other words, I'd yet to prove that I could really make it all the way with a man. With over a foot of thick cock making depth charges in my pussy, I had the best chance at my life to finally make it.

"How do you like it?" Tiny sneered egotistically, impaling me with a particularly deep thrust.

"Just keep fucking me," I breathlessly replied. And, then, retaining the bait of the tease: "I think I'm beginning to feel something."

That set him to work even harder. His writhing body was so immense that I felt like a hapless victim of Haystacks Calhoun's Big Splash. However, in all honesty Tiny's best hold was his cock-lock.

If I'd been telling him the truth, I'd have been squealing about the divine agony his huge tool was causing in my overstuffed fuck-pit. I'd have been begging him to make me come rather than holding a lonely vigil on the subject in some tortured recess of my mind.

Then, with his balls squashed to my labia, Tiny's prong actually stiffened a painfully extra half-inch. I'd been fucked too many times not to know what this meant.

Slamming together, his balls sent a cannonball of sperm racing up the barrel of his cock. Abruptly the cavity of my cunt was its recipient. After the first spurt, he was coming unstoppably.

His cum was so hot it sizzled against the tender walls of my pussy. I was more aware of it than any jizz that had ever filled my twat. Its velvet smoothness was even more stimulating than the hard dick from which it spewed.

His spunk acted like a catalyst in my cunt. Something was happening between my legs that had never occurred with a cock there.

I was coming!

The orgasmic shuddering became so intense that I was forced to bite into Tiny's hairy shoulder to brace myself. It was like biting into bear meat.

My teeth seemed to have no effect on him. He just kept right on spurting cream into my grateful cunt without a hitch. Those balls of his must have been like cauldrons to store so much thick jism.

Then, when he finally stopped shooting, my epileptic jerking stopped and I abruptly soared into space. With my cunt full of every drop of his cum, my climax had accelerated beyond the moon.

With the passion of my long-awaited release, I forgot all about my conniving plot to frame Tiny into breaking Emma's Law. Finally coming with a man had blown the lid off my consciousness, and I was just another woman joyously getting her rocks off.

And I didn't want it to end.

"Fuck me in the ass!" I begged as I reached down and grasped the slimy root of his cock. "I don't want to stop coming."

It never occurred to me that his dick might have gone soft after such a violent ejaculation. And, fortunately, it hadn't. As I hauled it from my twat, it seemed stiff as a board and ready to fuck all over again.

With Tiny's huge hard-on pulsing in my grip, I lowered its sights a notch and poked with the head for my throbbing asshole. I could feel my wide-open crack sweating with excitement.

Mmmmmm, there it was. There was my tight asshole. The flange of his cock-head was rubbing over the puckered ridges, lubricating the entrance to the orifice with leftover cum.

When he stuck it in, his cock would go in so easy. No matter how generously he was endowed, the grease of the old sperm would make the path of his prick up my ass a slick one.

"God, do it to me!" I shrieked, trying to jerk his hard cock into me. Fortunately, he cooperated by thrusting his pelvis. Suddenly I was being ass-fucked.

I'd been right about the lubricating properties of cum. It acted like ball-bearings, sending Tiny's boner careening up the tunnel of my rectum. It wasn't long before my bowels were stuffed with throbbing cock.