J Blackwood - The horny newlywed

Faster and faster, he began shoving his cock, into her drooling pussy. Harder and harder, he slapped his loins against hers. She wrapped her legs around his now to pull even harder, as if to pull more of his cock into her – that part of it that was buried inside his body behind his balls. She tugged and yanked on him as though she wanted to pull all of him right inside her aching cunt.

"I'm going crazy," she called out in between delirious groans. "I can feel the top of my head coming right off. I'm coming already. Can you feel it, Mark? Can you feel it? My cunt is just overflowing with my hot fuck juice. That's it! Harder now. Fuck me harder! I'm coming more and more with each stroke. You're going to put me in orbit in another second. Oh, yes, Mark. Fuck me as hard as you can. Now! Now! Oh, yes, that's it. I'm coming!"

With that, she lifted her head off the carpeted bathroom floor and sank her teeth into Mark's shoulder. She bit him so hard he winced. Tears filled her eyes. Ripple after electric ripple of the grandest orgasm she had ever had drove her over the edge into absolute ultimate bliss.

Mark grunted and groaned as he felt his balls crash furiously against her crotch. Then they tightened up and he felt that familiar tingling that signaled his every orgasm.

"Oh, yes," he called out. "This is it. I'm with you all the way on this one. Here it is. Here it is! I'm coming all over the place!"

He fucked her so hard he feared he might give her rug burns on her back. Their bodies slapped noisily as they exploded together in a dynamic dual orgasm.

Again and again at record speed, Mark jackhammered his erupting cock into her flooding cunt as they poured out what seemed like the juice of a lifetime.

Isabelle felt herself coming uncorked again as the room spun faster and faster. She was no longer in the bathroom, lying on the floor with her husband's brother's cock pile driving into her much-neglected pussy. She was on a cloud somewhere. She was tingling with electric sparks all over her body.

Matthew's handsome face smiled at her as he laid her back on the bed for the first time, on their wedding night, and he slowly lowered himself on top of her. She grunted and slapped her hips up forcefully as she felt his sizzling cock sink into her cunt for the first time. She was dizzy with sexual joy as he pounded away at her hungry cunt. Tears of joy formed in the corners of her eyes.

Then she squinted up at his handsome tanned face, twisted and tightened in ecstasy as he pounded his cock into her all the harder, sending his hot rich cream as deep into her cunt as he could. He felt as though he were fucking to save his life, like he would never have another chance to fuck this wonderful beauty beneath him ever again. And he wanted to go out in style.

Again and again, he drove his cock into her at record speed as blast after mighty blast of his fuck juice filled her cunt, combined with the juice of her own dynamic orgasm and flowed out backwards over her swollen cunt lips.

As he felt his cock flag and the last of his thick lava flow up from the depths of his crotch, he suddenly felt weak all over his body, spent, exhausted but happy. He was happier than he had been in years.

Isabelle relaxed her grip. Her arms flopped lifelessly to the carpet. She felt him lower his massively heaving chest to hers, and together they lay until they had the strength to get up, rinse off, and return to the real world, acting as normally as they could, yearning for a repeat performance at the earliest possible chance.

The next afternoon, Matthew and Mark's younger sister, Ruth, and her husband, Ted arrived. Isabelle just about went nuts. She took in Ruth's gorgeous, sexy form with hungry eyes. She had never been attracted to a woman before, but this one certainly was getting her hot.

Her shapely long legs weren't the only highlights of her gorgeous body. Her tits were a little larger than Isabelle's. They were proud and perky, as was her ass. It stood firm and high. If Isabelle had an ass and a set of tits like that, she told herself, she would give her own to the annual church bazaar.

But Ruth wasn't the only thing that caught Isabelle's eye. When she got a look at Ted, she felt her panties grow instantly wet. Her heart started pumping blood so wildly to all parts of her body she was sure the others would hear.

Her throat went dry when she took in Ted's lean, sexy frame, his handsome dark features, and his bedazzling eyes. Those eyes suddenly spoke to her, and they said more than just hello!

Then her eyes fell to Ted's ass, and she gasped. It was a high button ass that any woman would have been proud to own. His lean frame tapered downward from broad shoulders and seemed to point directly to that high tail of his. From the back, she thought, he looked like an exclamation point.

They all visited for a while until Matthew announced he had better get back to work. While Ruth and Mark continued talking about old times, Ted said he would like to go for a little jog. Isabelle seized the opportunity to make her move.

"Well," she said to Mark and Ruth as she got up, "I have a few more seasonal things to get out of the attic, and dinner to prepare and you two obviously have a lot more catching up to do. So, if you'll excuse me, we'll all see each other at dinner."

She bustled up the stairs and instantly slowed her pace when she neared the room Ted and Ruth were sharing. She could hear him grunting and puffing inside, doing stretching exercises. She tapped lightly on his door.

He stopped huffing for a moment and opened the door, his dazzling eyes dancing with Isabelle's. He had changed into a pair of jogging shorts, a T-shirt and sweat socks.

She tried to keep her eyes from cruising this magnificent specimen of young manhood before her, yet yearned for him to divert his eyes so she could steal a peek.

"Uh, I was wondering…" A rumble of excitement churned in her stomach. A gnawing yearning seemed to call out from her throbbing pussy. "Could you help me get a few things down from the attic?"

"Sure," he said. "No problem." He bounced energetically on the balls of his feet. "Just let me get my shoes on."

"Oh, thank you."

When he bent over to tie his shoes, she thought she would flood the floor with her overflowing cunt juice. That magnificent ass of his was staring her right in the eyes, pressing against the thin shiny material of his jogging shorts. She even thought she could discern the outline of his balls high in his crotch.

"Don't mention it," Ted said, as he tied the other shoe. "Anything I can do to help, you just name it."

God, Isabelle thought, yes, there is something you can do to help. There's a lot you can do to help a horny young neglected wife who's so hot she wants to tear your clothes right off your body and fuck your eyes out here and now!

When he suddenly spun around to face her, her stare ended up on his crotch, a gorgeous full bulge staring back at her. She coughed and fumbled for words as her eyes met his. "Ah, right this way."

She led him down the hallway, wondering if he had read her intentions, wondering if she had read his. Little did she know that Ted all the while was just about choking on a dry tongue, trying to keep his hard-on from ripping through his shorts as he watched her terrific pert ass swing down the corridor in front of him.

They climbed the narrow stairway to the finished attic and she led him to the far corner set up as a guest bedroom. She pointed at a stack of boxes. "I'll need those in the living room."

Ted picked up a stack of small flat boxes and turned around. Isabelle noticed how the bulge in the front of his shorts had grown. She gasped and licked her lips with a dry tongue.

"Oh, here," she said extending her arms. "Let me take those. They're light."