Milton Granby - Four to a bed

“… nnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhh…” she moaned in lewd welcome as he continued to plow forward, his fingers like eagles’ claws on her thighs. Relentlessly, he surged forward, his thick pounding cock strong and unyielding as he continued on its lustful journey.

“Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” she gasped again as he finally hit bottom, the spongy head firmly implanted against the opening to her cervix, his writhing balls wedged between the soft velvety cheeks of her upturned ass, his dark pubic hairs mingling with her own soft raven ones. He had buried his virile young prick to the hilt in her hot tight vaginal cavern!

‘‘Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh… mmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnn…” Ann sighed as she wriggled her hips slightly, trying to adjust to his considerable size.

“Ooooooh god, baby, your cock feels good inside me… as good as I knew it would…” she murmured as the tightly clinging walls of her vaginal sheath flowered open to accommodate his driving hardness. She had to admit to herself that she was a little astonished at how big he was, and how completely he filled her, more than anyone else in a long time. She felt a rush of gratitude towards this young man who was beginning to give her such pleasure, and she was doubly determined to pay him back manifold in return.

Slowly, Harry began to withdraw, his hands still dug convulsively into her thighs, steadying her in place, while he slipped the ponderous length of his weapon inch by inch from her widening channel. His mind and body were united in a ferment of uncontrolled lust and all his being was concentrated on the act he was performing. A still lingering sense of unreality gave his movements the motion of an automaton but the exquisite darts of pleasure which were jolting him from head to toe, titillating his nerve endings unbelievably, were far from unreal. He began to establish a rhythm, sweeping into the voluptuous body beneath him with long hard deep strokes, before pulling evenly out once again. The tip of his granite-hard prick rubbed teasingly against the pliant tissue of her cervix as he rammed into her and Ann could feel the webbed underside of his lust-inflated cock grating against the tender membrane of her vaginal sheath as he withdrew, leaving just the bulbous head still buried teasingly inside the elastically clinging circle of her cuntal orifice.

Ann’s hands reached up and clasped themselves around the young man’s shoulders as the tempo of their fucking increased, and her voice emitted a long low series of animalistic mewls. Her head was thrown back, her upper lip drawn tautly over her even white teeth, and her eyes were hazy and heavy-lidded with desire. Her breasts, firm and creamy were jiggling from the force of their violent churning, and Harry could see a thin rivulet of faint perspiration trickling down the soft smooth valley between the alabaster globes. She was thrusting her pelvis up against his, returning jerk for jerk, and her thighs seemed to splay open even wider, allowing him even greater access to her fiery body. Her legs shot up and her ankles locked around his lower back in a maniacal hold as she ground her hotly throbbing loins feverishly against his down-pounding loins.

“Oh Harry…” she breathed in harsh racking sobs, “that’s it… that’s how to fuck me…”

She was like a being possessed, and Harry had never known anyone like her. Her complete entity was given over, body and soul, to the fucking she was giving and receiving and her total abandon to the act was obvious in the pleasure she was experiencing in every fiber of her being.

Her half-open mouth, the lips red and inviting, drew Harry magnetically and he ground his mouth against hers, feeling the heated vibrancy of her kiss as she clung to him, inviting his tongue to dip into her buttery orifice the way his engorged penis was burrowing into her equally eager pussy.

Their bodies were fusing together as they rocked and bucked against each other in perfect unison, joined as one from mouth to crotch, a perfect blend of masculine and feminine. Gone was the aura of unreality; Harry was experiencing every second of what was happening with startling clarity, and he realized without a doubt that this was the best fuck he’d ever had, by far. Ann was all woman, there was no question of that, and oh God, how good it felt after… after Sandy, he had to admit, who wasn’t, who wasn’t quite a woman yet. He was surprised, in a detached sort of way, that the recollection of his young wife at such a moment as this did not cause him as much as a twinge of guilt. In fact, nothing mattered, not even Sandy. All that was of importance was the fact that Ann was a hot, sensuous woman and he was a man, and they were together!

Ann’s body was aflame with sensations, a body attuned to receiving physical pleasure. She had missed Jeff’s lovemaking, and she knew that her husband knew exactly what he was doing when he had sent Harry to her. And she herself certainly didn’t have any complaints about that! Oh, dear heaven, no! This was proving to be the best screw she’d had in a long time, and she was going to make the most of it while it lasted.

Harry was amazed by the tornado he had invoked in Jeff’s wife’s lovely body, and he was feeling pleasure he hadn’t known in a long time as his blood-distended cock plunged again and again into her greedily clasping vagina, and his heavy, sperm bloated balls slapped lewdly against the crevice of her ass from the force of his in thrusts.

“Ooooooohhhhhh… it feels so good… now stick your finger in my ass, Harry… do it now…” Jeff’s wife’s lewd demand rang out, and Harry no longer daunted by her bizarre words, and rendered robot-like by the power of her body, obediently groped downward with his hand, feeling the warmth of the valley between the velvety cheeks of her smoothly rounded backside. The tip of his forefinger circled around the tightly puckered hole of her anus, before probing experimentally at it. It felt unyielding and rubbery, and Harry, guided by the lascivious moans his illicit stroking was causing, suddenly plunged his finger forward, sinking it almost to the first knuckle in the elastic little circle.

“Owwwww… ooooohhhhhh… yes! yes!…” Ann gasped, momentarily stung by the pain. But after a minute, she began to screw her rectum onto Harry’s sunken digit, forcing her tight back passage down onto the hard bony column, until it was gradually imbedding itself in her dark interior. Finally, he had sunk it to the hilt, and Ann expelled a low moan of pain.

“Aaaaaaaaagggghhhhh… it hurts! Oh Harry, it hurts!” she sobbed, but her young lover, relentless now, began to rotate it inside her warm sinewy channel. He manipulated his digit in lewd simulation of copulation, moving it in time to the fierce plunging of his heated cock, and Ann revelled in the lurid double impalement, thrusting her vaginal lips forward flowering open over his burrowing prick, and then thrusting backward to skewer herself willingly down on his tightly imbedded finger.

“Oh God, Ann…“ Harry gasped, “you’re incredible! You’re all woman…”

Harry was rapidly reaching a state of incoherence as the forces in his body were uniting in a convergence of incredible pleasure. The tumult in his heaving balls was unbearable and he thought he’d go crazy if he didn’t cum soon. Every millimeter of his hot passionate flesh was attuned towards release, and his lust-tortured body was carrying him high on the tide towards climax. Jeff’s wife, too, was nearing release, he was sure, because her frenetic churning was increasing in intensity, and her face was beginning to crimson in a heated, perspiring glow. Then, all at once, her body stiffened until it felt as if it was turned to stone, and her mouth began to work grotesquely as she fell victim to the first throes of overwhelming release.