Marvin Cox: Eager young wife

Tammy's eyes grew wide with pleasure as his prick slipped in and out of her mouth. She ground her face into his crotch as her own passion began to mount, feeling his cock hair tickle her nose. His crotch smelled of musk and cum, making Tammy's mouth ache with desire.

"Goddamn, that little mouth is as tight as your pussy!" Mark said, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. "Suck it good!"

Tammy squeezed her hands between his legs and began massaging his hairy asscheeks, slipping her fingertips up and down against his shitter. As she touched his asshole, her own began to burn and throb with desire. She wanted a hard, stabbing cock plowing into her shitter, but she couldn't tear her mouth away, and couldn't have if she wanted to.

Mark rolled her over on her back and straddled her shoulders. Holding the back of her head, he began a furious pumping motion with his hips, digging into her throat with his thick shaft, fucking her mouth furiously.

Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as she watched his muscular, hairy stomach bounce back and forth against her face, each thrust sending more and more of his hot prick into the back of her throat. She gasped for air and gurgled on her own spit as his cockhead speared into her lungs, stretching out her throat.

"Suck it, you little cocksucking bitch!" Mark grunted, his fucking motions becoming wilder and more demanding. "Suck my dick, cocksucker!"

Tammy began to bob her head back and forth, working on his cock like a piston machine. As his huge, cum-filled shaft slipped between her lips, she began to feel her cunt boil over with agonized pleasure. It seemed on fire with aching desire, as her pussy juices dripped out, against her thigh.

Mark gave a hard lunge, plowing the full length of his dick into her throat and grunted.

"Drink it, you cum sucking bitch!" he moaned, emptying the first of his enormous load into her mouth.

"Ummmppphhh!" Tammy gurgled with a half-moan as the slick wad of cum splattered into her throat, cutting off her air.

"Drink it down; all of it!" Mark said, humping her face with quick, pumping motions. "Suck it all!"

As he climaxed into her mouth, Tammy felt a jolt of pleasure rip into her pussy, her cunt walls throbbing with release. She quickly lowered her hand to her slit and touched her exploding clit with her fingertips, causing her to experience another delicious spasm of pleasure.

He crushed his body against her face, grinding his full weight against her sucking mouth. When he did this he felt the warmth of his sperm ooze against his stomach, as wads of hot cum squirted out of Tammy's nose.

Tammy had lost complete control, and allowed him to fuck her face with all his might. She relaxed the pressure of her lips and merely lay there he squirted cum in her mouth, shivering with delight as the thick masts of juice pound out the corners of her mouth and oozed down into her cars.

He gave her throat a final stab, sending the last glob of cum into her mouth, and then topped aft movement. His breathing was heavy and irregular. His muscles slowly beginning to relax.

Tammy began sucking again, pursing her lips around his prick and pulling the last globs of sperm into her mouth and drinking it down. She pushed him back a little, and then forced her head hard against his stomach, her nose rubbing in the sticky mass of sperm on his skin. She sucked in with her nose, pulling a little of the cum into her nostrils and then blew it out again.

Mark pulled away slightly, his cock flopping out of her mouth. He knelt there while she licked him clean, taking every salty, creamy drop into her throat and smacking as it oozed into her stomach.

"You sure like dick, don't you!" he said.

"Urn huh!" Tammy answered, licking the underside of his shaft.

"In that case, you're really going to like what I've got in mind!" he said.

"What are you going to do?" Tammy asked. "I'm going to fuck you like a bull!"

"How can. I ever repay you?" Tammy asked.

The young man looked at her and smiled seductively: "Oh, I can think of several ways, right off the bat," he said.

Tammy blushed beef red, but laughed in spite of herself. The whole situation somehow seemed ridiculous. She had locked herself out of her car, and there she stood, holding a giant mushroom pizza, feeling like a total idiot. And then he had appeared, carrying his own pizza out of the restaurant, and saw her. He had managed to unlock the door with a coat hanger after a few moments, but he seemed in no hurry to leave now that she was in her car.

She looked up at him and blushed again. There was something about him that was so charming, she felt like laughing. Perhaps it was the twinkle in his blue eyes, or that easy smile, she didn't know, but what she did know was that she liked him.

He was slim, his body like a distance runner, or a tennis player, long and lithe, graceful as a cat. She had noticed his hands especially when he was unlocking her door. They were ribboned with veins, covered with pale blond hair, and she had shocked herself with wondering what they would feel like, stroking her breasts.

"I hope I didn't make you late," she said.

"Oh, I'm in no particular hurry," he said, leaning against the window.

"I guess your pizza is cold," she said looking into his handsome face. "I'm sorry."

"Yours probably is too," he said. "Why don't we go to my place and reheat them," he said, and then added, with a glint in his eye, "I'll heat yours up and you can heat mine up."

A sudden rush of warmth shot into her pussy. His remark was spoken with a husky, inviting voice, causing Tammy to forget that she needed to get home to Kevin. He was the one who had wanted the pizza. Then she thought about last night, and how Kevin had pushed her away in his sleep.

"Well," the man prompted.

She gave one last fleeting thought to her husband and thought, let him get his own Goddamned pizza!

"Sure," she said. "I'll follow you."

She stayed close behind his little red sports car, and with each block she drove, it seemed that her cunt grew hotter and hotter. When he pulled into the apartment complex, her breathing was coming quick and uneven, and her palms were wet with anticipation.

He got out of his car and then led her talus apartment, allowing her to enter first.

"Here's home," he said, putting the pizzas on the coffee table.

"Nice," she said, noticing the dark, masculine decor.

"Real nice," he said, looking at her intently. Then he looked down at his hands. "That coat hanger was a little rusty. I'd better wash my hands. Wouldn't want to get… uh, anything dirty."

"Let me help you," Tammy said, following him into the bathroom.

He turned the water on and lathered up his hands with the soap, his eyes on Tammy the whole time. She placed her hands on his and gently began swirling the soap around with her fingers, a delicate, erotic motion.

She rubbed her hands upward, covering his wrists and arms with the thick lather, enjoying the slick warmth against his taut muscles.

"You have nice arms," she said, soaping up his biceps. "Strong."

He grabbed her then, pulling her against his chest, his mouth hot and wet against hers. She shivered as his tongue probed between her lips and across her teeth. His breath was warm and sweet against her cheek, his face rough and deliciously rugged.

"Ummmmm!" she moaned, feeling the thick shaft of his cock press against her crotch. "Hold me!"

He hugged her viciously, his biceps bulging against her soft shoulders. He ran one hand down the side of her body, and reaching around, cupped her firm, rounded ass, pulling her hard against him.

Tammy lowered her hands, placing them between their bodies and fumbled with his zipper. After a few seconds, she pulled his jeans down, and then his shorts, freeing his lame, throbbing cock. She clutched it with both hands, jacking it up and down.