Frank Markser - Teaching swapping

His still expanding, throbbing cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow wetness of her eager cunt that nibbled like another mouth at its turgid tip-end. She arched her body for a moment levering them both up off the bed and, reaching back under her buttocks with both hands, stretched her vaginal lips slowly apart. She pushed her openly spread pussy-mouth up into greater contact with the sensitive flesh of his hotly pulsing hardness and held herself like that for a moment, the gently clasping slit teasing and sucking at his distended glans.

"Oh God, you feel nice," she whispered up into his mouth, slipping her hands out from under her, her nails trailing across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping the fullness of her clenching and unclenching ass-cheeks in his palms and jerking her moistly receptive pussy tighter up against him. He moved up and down slowly, feeling her beginning a more desperate rotation under him until her legs, without warning, snaked out wider on either side of his body, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, urging him tighter into her.

"Ohhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now!" she moaned into his mouth, her eyes shut tight, her pelvis grinding in little circles. Tommy groaned as he felt the soft silky hair around her vagina graze teasingly against the pulsating, blood-filled end of his cock, forcing it into greater hardness from the excruciating pressure.

Unable to hold back another second, Tommy flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove his cock with flesh-separating insistence up into the rubbery hot moistness of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned beneath him, a sensual flutter in her voice. He felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his nakedly sensitized rod. It entered with a slight resistance of her velvety flesh, as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time, except that it was better because he knew she was controlling her vaginal muscles that way to give him infinitely more pleasure. He relished the knowledge that it would be like this every time he fucked her, 'cause he sure didn't intend for this to be the last time. This is what the young husband had hoped for in his own wife, but, if he couldn't get it there, then Fred's wife, Grace could give it to him. He was learning, and learning fast, what a woman who liked to screw could do, and he wasn't going to do without this unbelievable pleasure any longer.

His long thick cock raced steadily up into her cunt to the deepest reaches of her belly that clasped warm and tight at first like a moist tongue wrapped around the full aching length of his hardness, then easier as the inner vaginal walls accepted his presence and lubricated the way with hotly flowing fluids.

Then, suddenly, he hit bottom, his heavy balls slapping up hard against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.

Grace Furness moaned a low animal-like cry beneath him, twisting reflexively on his skewering penis from the sudden unexpected pain of his complete penetration, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis even tighter into her loins. He could feel their pubic hair twisting together as he strove for all he was worth for the greater contact he was making inside against the quivering tip of her cervix.

Now she was spitted on his steel-hard length and he lay on her for a moment to allow the pain of his sudden entry to subside, proud that he could hurt her this way. It was the age-old ritual of a man subjugating a woman to his will, and he reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's wife impaled beneath him. Then he flicked the end of his blood-swollen cock again, bringing another low moan from between her firmly compressed lips. He had raised his head up from hers now, and he watched the lust-inciting distortions of her pretty face as it reflected the feelings his cock was causing inside her body.

Slowly he felt her tensed loins relax under him and begin a gentle massage-like oscillation around the thick hilt of his cock buried up inside her like a sensory sword. Tommy ground his pelvis jammed against hers into the squirming saddle of cuntal flesh, and she strained up to him, arching her back so that it lifted them both up off the mattress. She trembled ceaselessly beneath his body grinding into hers, opening and closing her legs around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. Gradually her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man's world itself, a savage bleating that matched the steady pulsation now beginning where their loins locked desperately together and the rhythmic regular in-and-out motion up between her quivering thighs.

Tommy could feel his cock expanding and growing inside her as he slowly but surely answered her gentle rocking movements, pulling his hardness out barely an inch at first before driving it back in hard against her palpitating womb, then gradually out a little more, then farther and farther. Finally his cock, now glistening with her cuntal juices, slipped all the way out until just the bulging glans at the tip remained embedded inside her, then he stroked again and again into the warm oily moistness of her clinging pussy, his testicles each time banging heavily against her softly rounded buttocks below.

His friend's blonde wife suddenly threw her arms loosely out to the sides on the bed, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations their instinctively matched thrusting motions gave to her body. Tommy raised himself up on his hands spread on the mattress beside her head, enjoying watching the ecstatic expressions on her face. Her mouth was hanging slackly open as she flailed her head from side to side in abandon, her long blonde hair whipping back and forth on the red colored bedspread, ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaping from between her lips with each long smooth stroke of his slowly pistoning cock, building in intensity as together they accelerated the tempo to a frantic pace. He let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of her passion-hollowed neck, pausing to greedily relish the gently heaving vibrant orbs of her breasts, their ruby pink nipples jutting out like tiny strawberries offered up for him to devour, and then on down past her quaking white belly to their merging loins below.

He could see his blood-distended, thick penis withdrawing almost its full length from the dinging pink lips of her pussy, then rushing headlong back up into the curl-lined opening. She was pushing up to meet his thrusts as if she were unable to wait even a split second for his next entry into her. Each time he drove it in to the hilt he held it there for an instant, savoring the delicious sensations it caused as she shuddered violently on his impaling hard shaft, jerking her loins in a tiny quick rotation that threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode from the hot pressure building up there. Again and again she wrenched her pelvis downward as he began the long slow withdrawal, her warm moist pussy sucking at him like a million mouths inside her belly as she felt the ridges of his cock rippling over the quivering little bud of her clitoris.

She groaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, her whole being throwing itself into the wanton act, thrashing and bucking under him like a demon gone wild.

Goddamn, she's a good fuck, Tommy told himself as he watched her heaving in salacious abandon beneath him like a contortionist playing the part of a lewd lascivious whore.

"Ohhhhh, it's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, damn it, make me scream!" she coughed up at him in a lust-maddened daze.

He reached under her between her jerking buttocks as he continued to drive his cock rhythmically up into the hot wetness of her cunt. Carefully, he stretched the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her anus.