Marvin Cox: Tied up neighbor wife

This too, was a part of the game they played when he had to go away. He would pretend that he wanted to go to sleep, and she would demand that he stay up and fuck her. He liked to hear her beg, and she loved begging.

"Say please," he said, a smile on his handsome face. "Say you want me to fuck you so bad you can taste it."

"Mmmmmm, I already have tasted it, you bastard," Sharon giggled, licking her lips. "The best cock in the world. Now fuck me with it."

When he threw her to her back and crawled between her legs, she let her eyes survey his hard, muscular body. The sight of him never failed to arouse her. He was like some kind of Greek God, tall and well-proportioned, with a shock of curly, brown hair surrounding his square face. His eyes were brown as chocolate, expressive.

"Ohhhh… fuck me, you bull stud," she gasped, running hers fingers over his sculptured, hairy chest. "God, stick your cock to me so hard it hurts."

This was the moment she always waited for, that first, painful thrust of his cock. It would gouge into her insides like a cattle prod, squeezing her cunt opening to the breaking point. And just, when she thought she couldn't take the horrible pam any longer, her insides would become flooded with pleasure.

"Let me kiss you a little first," Ron grinned, sitting back on his haunches. "Hmmmm? Want me to lick on this sweet pussy of yours for a few minutes?"

As always, Sharon didn't know if she did or didn't. The anticipation was wonderful, but it could also be agony. And sometimes, when he got started, there was nothing she could do to stop him. One night, he had sucked and chewed on her cunt for what seemed hours, leaving her bathed in sweat, her body aching with desire.

"Just do it," she gasped, shivering with growing ecstasy. "Just take me, you bastard." Ron gave her a wicked smile and bit down on her rose-tipped breasts. While he lapped his tongue over the upturned, taut mounds of flesh, he began fingering her pussy, feeling her insides suck his finger like a mouth.

"Ohhhh, shit, you're hot," he gurgled. "Can't wait to poke it to you, you cock sucking little whore!"

"Then do it!" Sharon begged, jabbing his massive shoulders with her fingernails. "Please… you sonofabitch… fuck me! God, my pussy is on fire!"

Ignoring her pleas, Ron gave her tits a slow, steady suck-job. And only after her nipples were hard as buttons did he kiss between them, down to her stomach.

"Ohhhhh, hurry!" Sharon screamed out, arching her back, placing her hands on the top of his head. "Stick… Christ, stick your prick inside me!"

As he licked down her stomach, then kissed through the golden-red bush of cunt hair, it seemed to take him an eternity. It was as if he were bathing every cell of her body individually. She felt her insides tighten, her cunt lips quiver like a mouth.

"God, you're beautiful all over," Ron said, moving his face over her cunt. He slipped his thumbs into the loose folds of flesh that surrounded her cunt opening and pulled her pussy crack apart. He touched the frothy masses of pussy muscle with the tip of his tongue.

Sharon jerked her legs apart, then threw them over his shoulders. As she locked her ankles together, she jerked her ass upward. And then it happened.

His tongue slipped inside like a snake.

"God!" she wailed, twisting and writhing beneath him. "Eat me, you prick! Suck on me. Chew me up and swallow my pussy!"

Ron locked his mouth firmly onto her pussy and thrust his tongue deeply inside. The force of her climax was so great, the root of his tongue ached. And as her muscles convulsed around his tongue, he felt her clit enlarge, then jerk in quick spasms.

"Goddamn baby, you're gonna pull my fucking tongue out," he gasped, trying to pull away.

For Sharon, his words were vibrations inside her pussy. And nothing mattered but the way her cunt responded. It seemed to burst, melt back together, only to shatter once more. Finally, she was thrust into such a peak of pleasure, she thought and hoped she would never come back again.

When her ecstasy dulled a few moments later, she let her legs fail to the sides of the bed. Her chest was heaving as if she had run a mile, and her flesh burned with exhaustion.

"God, you're good," she breathed when she could muster the energy to speak. "I think your tongue is almost as good as your big dick."

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" Ron grinned. "Mmmm, but later, baby. I'm gonna eat you alive."

Sharon flinched, not really looking forward to what was going to happen next. He just might stay there, drive her crazy with aching hunger, and only fuck her when she was too exhausted to enjoy it.

"Screw me now," she whispered, drawing her fingers over his shoulders. "Please? God, Ron, I have to have a cock up my cunt… now!"

"Later," Ron whispered, determined to eat out her pussy until he was thoroughly satisfied. "Mmmm, maybe much later." He ran his tongue over her throbbing clit.

At times like this, Sharon's mind would wander, often with crazed thoughts. She would think about all the men she'd fucked, compare the way they had shoved it to her, how their cum-loads had tasted. She had even planned on future fuckings with men she'd noticed.

Like that young couple who had moved in next door. But they were probably newlyweds, and you couldn't get between them with a crowbar! She had tried to be friendly, but the woman had given her a hateful look. The man had also been curiously cold.

But, Christ, was he a hunk of man! All blond and bright, with blue eyes. But he seemed cold and distant. If he were that cold out of the sack, she couldn't see how he would be much fun in the sack.

Unless, of course, he was…

Mean?

Did he take that little wife of his and make her commit humiliating acts on him? Hmmm, what would she consider humiliating? Forced to lick his boots, or chew on his asshole while he jerked off on her face?

Sharon shivered with new desire, trying to think of one thing she would consider humiliating. For the life of her, she couldn't come up with one thing she wouldn't do.

"Christ, I'm starving for cock," she gasped, again thinking of the man next door. "Goddamn you… I want it!"

This wasn't normal, she thought. Pretending it was that bastard next door, and not her husband. Sure, she had fantasized, but she was always aware that it was Ron with her. Now, however, she had to keep looking down, and when she saw Ron's brown hair, instead of a shock of corn-colored hair, she felt her mind explode.

"Fuck me, stud!" she demanded. "Goddamn you! I can't take this!"

Ron had never seen her react so violently before. It was almost as if she were angry. He lifted his face and looked into her eyes. Her expression was vacant, her eyes vampire-like.

"Sharon?" he said quickly. "You ox?" Like a cat pouncing, she threw herself forward, digging her nails into the taut muscles of his chest. With strength that surprised them both, she pushed him to his back and quickly straddled his middle.

"Have to have it," she cried out, grabbing his prick with both hands and shoving it deeply into her cunt. As it spread her aching cunt opening, she gave another scream. "Ohhhhh! Fuckkkkk!"

"Jesus… God," Ron said, his eyes widening. He couldn't believe it had happened. One moment he was licking happily away on her hot pussy; the next, it was wrapped around his cock! And was it wrapped hard! Like in a vise!

"Ohhhh, yes!" Sharon cried out, freezing for a moment as her climax peaked. "All the way. Fuck me to death… screw me you prick!"

Within a matter of seconds, however, her husband was caught up in her rapture. He buried his face between her breasts and licked his tongue back and forth. At the same time, he began punching his hips up and down savagely, ramming his cock in and out of her exploding cunt.