Mark Carver - The flesh triangle

"Come on," the redhead said urgently, "one more time, Mike – please, please?"

Mike casually lit a cigarette as he lay naked in bed beside her hot, pleading body. He glanced at his watch in the glow of the match. Ten to two in the morning.

In less than thirty minutes, the hottest piece of ass he'd ever had in his life would walk though his bedroom door. And before she even said hello or unbuttoned her blouse she'd be going down on his huge cock with fierce hot lips and wild moans.

The redhead was whimpering as she stroked his stiffening rod in her warm fist, rubbing her lust tits passionately to his chest. She was thirty, divorced, and frantically eager to suck and fuck, as if she was running out of time.

"Can't, baby," he told her tersely. "My wife will be walking through that door in a little while. I'd strongly suggest you get your hot beautiful ass moving, unless you feel up to ten rounds of bloody infighting."

"Just a quickie," Sally begged, her tits panting as his prick leaped and throbbed in her fingers. "Here, honey, I'll do all the work, you just lie there and let me do the fucking, okay? Just leave this hot goodie to Sally."

While he lay on his back smoking, the moaning redhead straddled his hips and slid her dripping cunt down on his massive rod. Quickly, Mike stubbed out his cigarette. Jesus, if he didn't have any left for his wife when she got home there would be holy hell to pay. But once the lust-crazed divorcee swung into action, she was impossible to stop, a sobbing, thrashing sex-dynamo.

She hunched down on him as she swung her big hips, digging her swollen tits into his hard chest and biting his lips. She twined her fingers in his hair and tugged, fucking him to a savagely hungry rhythm, her frenzied pussy slapping in a wanton fury on his meat.

Beneath the assault, Mike couldn't resist a grin. She was raping him, for Chrissake, exactly the way she'd done when she first met him a month ago. That was the trouble – trouble with divorcees.

They got it steady for a few years and suddenly realized they were cut off, and they usually went crazy with hunger. And the redhead was absolutely obsessed with his immense prick, crooning over it like a starving dog with a bone.

"Ahhhhhhh, Mike," she groaned, her cunt sucking on his rod with silken heat, "ooooooh, honey, oh, I could fuck you forever! Big beautiful cock! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

He grabbed her ripe ass-cheeks in his fingers and squeezed, letting her do the work. He had to be up at seven in the morning to go to work, he'd just screwed her for thirty torrid minutes, he had another frenzied session with his eager young wife coming up in a few minutes and he'd be tired as a worn-out bull on the job tomorrow, but then he had a vacation coming up soon.

A sex-vacation, not a regular one.

He'd already told Sally he wouldn't be able to see her for two weeks, which was one reason why she was so hysterical about getting her final farewell fuck in. She was whipping her slit up and down on his gorged cock now with soft screams of ecstasy, her cunt-honey soaking his crotch. She was still tight and juicy at thirty, so eager for sex it was embarrassing.

"Oh Mike, I'm commminng! Ahhhhhhh, feels like a – unf! – burning baseball bat! Oh, so fat and hot, ooooooooh!"

Mike repressed a yawn. Not that Sally was boring in the slightest, she was a fiery, clawing piece of ass in fact, but between her and his insatiable wife he desperately needed a vacation from lust.

His wife's little sister was coming down from San Francisco to stay with them for two weeks, and it was a perfect excuse for putting the frantic redhead off for a while. Between her ravenous boiling pussy and his wife Linda's madly hungry cunt, his prick was beginning to feel like raw hamburger.

Mike didn't exactly look forward to playing nursemaid for a couple of weeks to a fucked-up eighteen-year-old, but if the girl had half her sister's sexiness she'd have a stable of boys panting after her, and she'd be out of his hair most of the time. Mike worked days driving a city bus while his wife worked nights as a cocktail waitress, an arrangement that suited his rugged prowess perfectly.

"Coming againnnnn!" Sally gasped, her heavy tits dripping sweat on his chest as she swung her hips violently. God, her pussy went crazy over his thick long prick! For eight years she'd been married to an indifferent insurance salesman who fucked her only two or three times a week. And all that time the passionate redhead thought there was something wrong with her, that if he didn't screw her more often she simply wasn't sexy enough.

The night she separated from him she found out the truth with a bartender. And there'd been an endless string of men ever since, but none of them could turn her on or spark her lust to a white-heat the way Mike could. Good-looking, powerfully muscled and endowed with a massive, rock-hard prick, she could climax a dozen times in a row with him before he shot off his tremendous load in her deliriously happy cunt.

Another wild orgasm burst in her loins as she thrashed her soaked pussy madly on his burning meat, and Sally screamed in her throat with bliss and sank her teeth into his bare shoulder. The dismal knowledge that she wouldn't be screwing him for two weeks drove her to fuck with an almost insane fury, the entire flesh of her trembling nakedness covered with a sheen of sweat.

She'd date other men during this period, and she'd fuck her heart out of course, but it would only be a holding pattern until she could come flying back to Mike's brawny body and huge hot prick.

Beneath the savagely jerking and panting redhead, Mike felt his jism gathering power in his loins. Even a raw hamburger couldn't resist shooting off in Sally's juicy, thrashing cunt.

He'd met the divorcee while he was driving his route one day. She'd sat in the seat directly behind the driver's seat and he started up a casual conversation. She got on at the same stop the next day and the next and within a week they were making it with hot urgency. His own wife was still hotter and juicier and fighter – hell, Linda was only twenty-two and if she didn't have it every night she almost had a nervous breakdown – but big-breasted, ripe-assed Sally wasn't a slouch in the sack, either.

The divorcee's fiery slit was battering his cock relentlessly now as Sally exploded with another shuddering climax. Whimpers of lust came from her throat and her nails raked over his shoulders in a mad dance.

And just as Mike's load was on the verge of bursting the phone jarred. He reached for it.

"Shut-up, for Chrissake!" he snapped at Sally, who was moaning and panting like a delirious nympho. "Freeze, Goddammit!"

Sobbing, she stopped jerking her hips and buried her mouth against the pillow beneath him. Mike answered the phone.

"Yeah?"

"It's me, hon," Linda's voice said. "Listen, I'm going to be late so don't wait up for me, Mike. There's a shortage in the register, a big one, and the owner wants to talk to everyone. I'll probably be at least an hour. Sorry, Mike."

"That's okay, Linda," he said, sighing with relief. "Fact is, I'm a little beat tonight, anyway." He seized a handful of Sally's succulent hot ass and squeezed. "But I'll dream about you, baby."

"Same here, Mike." Her voice grew husky. "Maybe you can make it up to me in the morning before you go to work, okay, stud?"

"Count on it," he said, hanging up the phone. By morning, his loyal prick would rise to the occasion with ease.

"Hey, Sally, you can ease up a little," he told the redhead, slapping her ass playfully. "She won't be home for at least another hour."

Sally squealed with delight, writhing her drenched hot cunt on him lustfully. Mike was no longer on the brink of coming and, without the necessity of having to screw his own wife in the next few minutes, decided to milk the situation.