Robert Vickers - Tied up wife

His entire prick was buried in her orgasm-convulsed cunt. He felt as if a velvet gloved hand had gripped his prick and squeezed as hard as possible. The soft pussy walls clamped down with the full fury of a raging come.

But he had pulled out, his prick still greasy from her cunt juices. He knew that his best pleasure would come from fucking that impossibly small cunt. He didn't hesitate after his prick was exposed to the cool air of the cabin.

He rammed back in, making them both grunt with the suddenness. His world spun around him as momentary dizziness struck. He wasn't sure if he had fucked into a vise or not. She was even hotter and tighter than before.

Rocking to and fro, he managed to fuck her with the deliberate strokes that kept him aroused to a peak just under orgasm yet allowed him to collect his thoughts and keep control. He didn't want to come like some kid knocking off his first piece of ass. He wanted this to last. She wouldn't let him.

Her cunt smashed down on him. His cock was trapped and pressed in on all sides by wonderfully hot, intensely stimulating pussy walls. There was no escape. And he lost all the carefully nurtured control.

Fighting back the rising tide of his steamy hot jism wasn't possible any longer. His prick felt as if it had been dipped in acid. He burned with an intensity that he had seldom felt before.

His prick exploded with wild fury. It danced around and bucked strongly in the woman's cunt. Her muscles tensed at the first shot of his creamy manseed. The seething hot jism had lit the fire of another orgasm in her passion-wracked body.

By the time his balls had quit pumping out their last drop of come, he was sweating and limp as a rag. He collapsed back onto the floor, sitting cross-legged.

She fell forward, her tits burrowing into the prickly mass of bearskin. For a long time, neither of them spoke. They were relishing the misty post-fucking period, reliving some of the feelings they'd just experienced.

Then, Diane said, "Let's do it again."

And they did.

The days flew by for Matt. For Diane, however, they were beginning to drag. Matt hadn't lost his zest for fucking. But Diane felt hers fading away.

She couldn't understand it. She loved the feel of his prick, whether she was sucking it or letting him fuck her cunt. His huge cock was so beautiful!

She loved the sight of it, she loved the feel and taste of it, she loved everything about it. But there wasn't the spice to the fucking any more. She tried to pin down her feelings. It simply didn't seem possible. Matt hadn't changed any. He was still the horny fucker he had been when she married him.

It had to be something inside her that was changing. She had felt the stirrings before the marriage ceremony. At that time, she'd thought it was just nervousness over the wedding itself. Now, after almost a week of uninhibited fucking, she felt even more acutely the lack.

The lack. She couldn't imagine what it was. She had all the cock she could want. Matt was a careful, meticulous lover who made certain she came. Sometimes, she'd climax a dozen times and be left washed out both emotionally and physically. That certainly wasn't sex deprivation.

But that didn't take away from the fact that she would sneak off into the john and masturbate herself to climax several more times. And even this wasn't making it. There was still something lacking in her sex life.

Hadn't they fucked in just about every way and place she could think of? She'd sucked him off while they were racing down the highway at a breakneck speed. At the time she'd been both horrified and excited more than ever in her life. Sex and death were mingled together in a wine more intoxicating than any liquor.

And out on the lake in back of the cabin. They'd even done the old trick of fucking in a canoe. Sure, they'd both gotten wet. So they ended up fucking in the water.

Hell, even the prosaic fucking they'd done in bed, in the missionary position, man on top, had been fine. She couldn't find a single flaw with that. Not one. But something was missing.

"Diane! Honey, where are you?" came the shout from the wooded area to the south of the cabin.

"Over here, stud!" she called back. She decided to sit on the tree stump and wait for him.

He sneaked up behind her and grabbed her around the waist. Before she could turn, she was flung up into the air, squealing in fright. He caught her easily and spun her around, laughing. "What a sight you were! Bet you thought you'd been snatched by Martians or something."

"You cocksucker! You nearly scared me to death!"

"We wouldn't like that, would we? After all, I'm not into necrophilia."

"That's about all you're not into," she said. "I bet you were out in the woods molesting small, furry animals."

"Nope. The only small, furry thing I like to fuck is beaver. Like this one."

"Hey!" she yelped. He'd grabbed her crotch and squeezed down hard. "I'm a little sore there from the fucking we did last night. Shit, I thought it would last all night long!"

"Didn't it? Damn, I'll have to see about that tonight. Can't disappoint my nubile young bride. She's got to think I'm a real superman. Cock of iron and all that fine stuff."

"Bullshit. I'm happy with a nice warm prick of purely human flesh. Having a cock made out of icy cold iron shoved up my snatch doesn't turn me on very much."

"No experimenting in your soul, I see."

She snuggled closer to him and whispered, "No, and there's no cock in my cunt at the moment, either."

"You said you were still sore."

"I am. But I'll live if you fuck me again. And if you don't, I might not make it through the day."

Without a word, he grabbed her around the waist again, tossed her into the air and neatly caught her so she was facing away from him. Before she could ask what he was doing, he'd reached around and unfastened her jeans. A quick jerk brought them off.

She wasn't wearing any panties. She'd learned they only got in her way. Better a little chaffing than an extra second's delay when they were both hot to fuck.

The smooth, white flesh of her ass gleamed in the soft sunlight filtering down through the leaves overhead. His hands found the curvy globes and cupped them. The assflesh flowed as smooth as satin under his fingers.

Tightening his grip a little, he felt her quiver in excitement. She shoved her hips backward to fill both his hands with nothing but her creamy skin. He began stroking along her ass until he was satisfied he knew what he wanted to do most.

Sure, he could fuck her up the cunt again. But she'd said she was still sore from the reaming out he'd given her the night before. He didn't want to wear out that nice, tight, juicy little cunt. The last thing in the world he wanted was for her to become floppy and loose in her pussy. That would destroy sex entirely for him. Hell, better to fuck a whore.

He liked her twat the way it was. Almost virgin-tight, but no virgin knew all the tricks to fucking. She did. And that excited him more than he could put into words.

No, he wasn't going to fuck her cunt. But there was another opening which was small and tight and hot. And he had never driven his spike of hot cock into it. He wanted to try it out and this seemed to be the best chance he'd gotten so far.

He was going to fuck her up the asshole and he told her so.

"No, darling, not there. It's so…"

"Exciting?" he furnished. He felt her body tremble at the thought of taking his entire length of prick up her ass. She didn't like the idea. But he wanted her asshole. And he was going to get it. No matter what she wanted, he was going to butt-fuck her.

"No, not exciting, not exactly. Just sort of shivery thinking about your huge cock drilling into me. I… I don't want to get all ripped up, you know."