Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

Hairy almost yelped with the sudden intrusion into the girl's pussy. One second his cock was in the cool air of the cab. The next instant, he was surrounded by hot flesh. Her cunt gripped firmly at his dong. The dry skin seemed reluctant to let his cock slip and slide up the channel as it should. He let out a deep sigh as he felt her pussy beginning to seep the oils necessary to properly grease her entire cunt. When the fluids ran down into his pubic hair and tickled his balls, he knew she was really ready to fuck.

"Get on with it, kid. I'm getting tired of waiting," he said.

She got her knees under her and slowly lifted.

Harry thought he was going to lose his mind. The vacuum on his cock was almost unbearable. It was as if she was drawing his guts out through the end of his dong. He'd never felt such an incredible build-up in a woman's cunt before.

He reached out and took hold of her jiggling boobs. The skin seemed to flow under his grasp. Although firm, the flesh of her tits was also plaint. Like putty, he was sure he could rearrange her boobs into any shape he wanted.

He tried. He squeezed down hard. He made sure that the tiny buttons of her nipples stuck out between his fingers. He clamped down hard on the lust pebbles.

She gasped as flames shot into her chest. Having the spike of cock impaling her body was one thing, having the man actively fondling her tits was another. He was manhandling her in exactly the way she loved the most. He was stimulating her, giving her the full benefit of his powerful hands.

She wanted him to crush her tits. She wanted to feel his fingers digging into her flesh, mistreating her, bruising her. It was only right. She was a tramp, a whore who sold her body for rides around the country. She wanted to be punished. And it felt so damned good!

"Ummm, more, harder, ohhhh!" she moaned.

He seemed to obey her demands. His fingers gripped her boobs until red stripes appeared. He left his handprints wherever he touched her. When he was finished with the flesh of her silky, creamy tits, he began working on the brown of her nipples. His fingers gripped and pulled them out from her body. He drew them out until they felt an inch long, ten inches long.

She was lost in the sensations flooding her body. An ocean of pain and longing washed over her, threatening to drown her in her own perverse desires.

As the pain and pleasure stabbed into her chest, she began moving up and down on the prick firmly lodged in her cunt. A wet, juicy noise sounded as she lifted high enough to break the vacuum formed in her twat.

Without hesitation, she relaxed and let gravity do the work. She fell down around the cock again. It surged into her cunt. It was a flaming arrow shooting through her body. It burned at her guts. It drove her mad with lust.

She began twisting around the column of manmeat inside her. She could feel his balls under her pussy lips. They pulsed and throbbed with life. She wanted total release.

There was nothing left for her except the sudden rush of his fiery jism into her manhole.

"God, you're tight!" he muttered between clenched lips. "So damn tight I can't believe it!"

"And I'll get tighter. If you want!"

"I want, I want!"

She squeezed down on his buried cock with all the power of her stomach muscle. She was in the prime of life where she could fuck forever and not stop. The pressure she exerted on the dong buried in her cunt was like that of a vise closing.

She could trace out every contour of the prick inside her. She could even feel the pulsing blue vein on the top of his prick. The jerking motion told her now hot he was to fuck, how much he really wanted her.

He was almost gone mentally. His body was taking over. All his world centered wound his prick and the hot, wet, clinging flesh of her female sheath surrounding it. There wasn't a singe time he could remember when he'd fucked into a tighter twat than now. Even a couple virgins he'd had were loose and floppy compared to this chick!

"Keep going!" he urged.

"Don't worry. I dig this as much as you. Maybe more."

"I doubt that. Damn, but you're tight." He arched his back and drove his cock an extra inch into her quim.

Summer hadn't been expecting it. She felt the added pressure inside her build, then explode. She came.

"Shiiit, ohhhhh, Chriiiist!" she moaned.

Her hips thrashed and bucked around. She wasn't able to control her body as the ice and iron grip of orgasm seized her. Her body was tossed high on the winds of lust.

She was totally lost in the carnal wonderland of Harry's prick. She didn't want anything else out of life. She knew, even in her disorganized way, that she'd follow him to hell. Nothing was more important to her than this man's powerful, driving, fucking cock! Collapsing around his dong only created more of a sexual hunger in her.

She had to feed her appetite. She began working up and down his shaft with a corkscrewing motion. Fucking herself as hard as she could, she made sure her cunt was compressed as tight as possible along his entire dick.

She wanted him to know what she felt for him. This was her only way.

"How do you do that!" he moaned. "That! With your body so that it makes me think I've fucked an oven! Damn, but you're hot. And so juicy! I love the feel of that cunt juice all over my balls. It… it makes me hot!"

He lost control of his hips for a few minutes. His loins burned with desire. All he could, do was lift himself off the bunk and cram his dick into her with the power of his strong pelvis.

As she came crashing down, his hips shot upward and he impaled her. Their bodies smashed together. Their crotches began grinding back and forth. He stimulated her clit as much as she rubbed against his balls.

She came again.

This time, her cuntal walls convulsed along the entire length of his cock. It almost robbed him of his jism. He felt a red curtain of delight cross his mind. He tried to keep from coming. He wasn't sure that he'd succeeded until he found Summer still avidly fucking herself on his upright spire of manhood.

Harry had never blanked out that way before. This was something totally new to him. She was robbing him of his very senses. He was a slave to her expert fucking.

And she was only eighteen!

He couldn't believe it, not the way she used her muscles, the way she plied his cock with all the attentions even long-time whores weren't able to.

He figured an enthusiastic amateur was better than a bored pro.

And he was right. Summer was hot and hungry for cock.

"Fuck me, fuck me, damnit!" she cried. It didn't make sense. It didn't have to. She was doing all the fucking. She was losing control of herself. She lifted and fell faster and faster on the dick inside her twat.

She kept up the motion. She wanted to get as hot as possible before she came again. She wanted to luxuriate in all the little feelings knifing into her body. She wanted to keep them locked up until they overwhelmed her with a huge orgasm. Not a little one. Not a medium sized climax. A huge one.

With a twitch of her hips, she felt the prick spiraling around inside her cunt. The juices continued to wash through her. She was well greased. His prick slipped back and forth in the slot to her belly. The girl was breathing heavily now.

Liquid fire scared her throat and lungs. She was not able to focus her eyes.

The entire world was out of shape, out of kilter. All that was important was between her legs. Vanishing between her pink pussy lips, slick with cunt juice, was the cock that gave her more pleasure than anything else in the world ever had.

She decided it wasn't the size that mattered. It wasn't the expertise. It was the anticipation, the caring and mutual giving.

She figured Harry would give her the fucking of her life. He was.