Marvin Cox - Eager young wife

She opened her mouth and screamed. She saw her reflection in the water and didn't even recognize her face. The burning pain shot upward, through her guts, up her throat and tore out of her mouth.

And that, without her control or desire, a warm, delicious pleasure begin to grow inside her pussy. It was almost like having two cocks at once. One was thundering away with ripping horror, and the other was beginning to match the strokes with increasing ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck me!" she heard herself say. "Please fuck me!"

"You're beginning to like it, huh?" Brad asked, damming his prod all the way in, his balls grinding into the back of her legs.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she gasped.

Brad laughed low. "It's not going to be that easy, you fucking bitch!"

"What do you mean?" she asked in a little girl voice.

Brad pulled his cock out of her pussy, and with a violent action, rammed his dick against the tight opening of her shitter.

"Oooooohhhhhh!" Tammy screamed out as the thick meat cut into her ass.

"You thirsty?" he asked with a satanic voice. "Then drink some water!"

He forced her head into the toilet water, and with the same motion, he pound his cock all the way into her asshole, ripping and tearing the sensitive shitter walls.

Tammy's voice bubbled in the water, her screams drowned out. Her scalp seemed to be on fire as he yanked on her hair, lifting her head so that she could breath. She gasped a quick breath of air, and then he pushed her face back into the water.

He fucked in and out of her asshole, his flat stomach pounding against her ass cheeks. He felt his balls rumble with a hot load of cum, and began increasing his movements. He pulled her head up and down to match his strokes, splashing water all over the room.

"Take it now, you fucking bitch!" he shouted into her ear, as the first hot wad of cum splattered into her shitter. "Take it!"

Tammy had never known such pain. His cock was like a cattle prod as it slammed into her shitter, stretching and ripping her insides apart. She felt dizzy and faint, her vision becoming blurred. And then something happened.

"Oh God!" she moaned, hardly believing the new, wonderful sensations that centered at the base of her spine.

As the hot cream squirted into her guts, the grip of pain began to loosen, replaced with a fiery pleasure that matched the pangs in her cunt.

"Fuck me!" she grunted. "Fuck me!"

He pulled his spurting prick out of her stutter and rammed it into her pussy. Then he withdrew it, and plunged it back into her asshole. With quick and steady movements he throttled both holes, filling them with boiling, milky juice.

Tammy closed her eyes and winced. Delicious warmth surged throughout her body, causing her to whine with agonized delight.

He released her hand and spun her around, quickly forcing her head down on his shooting cock. He grabbed her nose with one hand and her chin with the other, yanking her mouth open.

He thrust his prick deeply into her throat, sending large glow of hot cum into her mouth, slamming her face against his stomach.

Tammy gagged as the monstrous prick slapped against the back of her throat. She couldn't breathe as the thickness of his dick swelled and pulsated against the insides of her cheeks. She squirmed against his hold, trying to pull free.

He rolled over on his back and pulled her with him holding her head with both hands. He wrapped his legs around her neck and pumped his body upwards, fucking her mouth like a crazed animal.

Finally, he released her. She slumped sideways, gasping for air. The thick cream made her voice giggle as it oozed over her voice box.

"Did you like that little game?" he asked, his voice raspy.

Tammy laughed suddenly, in spite of herself. Her hunger rose, filling her cunt with aching want.

"Not bad," she whispered, her hands on his prick. "Let's do it again." She smiled at him and inched her mouth closer to his prick. "Again and again and again!"

He began laughing and pulled her close.

"You don't hate me?" he asked.

"On the contrary," Tammy answered, her lips against his chest. "I love it!"

"You know," he said, kissing her tenderly on the forehead, "you just might tame this lion after all."

"Well, what do you say?" she asked.

He gave her a long look and grinned. "Well, there's only one thing I can try," he said.

"Joel!" Tammy said. "What are you doing here?"

"Kevin had to go out of town tonight and he asked me to stay with you," Joel answered, blushing beet red.

Tammy looked at the gangly boy and smiled. She hadn't seen Kevin's little brother in months, and he seemed to have grown a foot taller. He was growing into a regular young man, she thought. He must be about sixteen now.

"You didn't have to do that," Tammy said, sitting down beside him. "It's Friday night, and I'd hate to spoil it if you had a date."

"That's okay," he mumbled. "I wanted to come over."

"Well, it's good to see you again," she said, looking into his brown eyes.

He looked at her briefly, then averted his glance. He cleared his throat, obviously very embarrassed.

She stood up suddenly and added, "I've got to take a shower now, and hit the sack. I'm bushed."

As she walked from the room, she could almost feel his eyes burn into her body. She chuckled softly to herself as she entered the bathroom. She left the door slightly ajar on purpose, fully aware of the young boy's probable action in the next couple of minutes.

She quickly slipped out of her clothes and turned the shower on. She stepped inside the tub and began lathering her body with the scented soap, moaning as the slick texture of the suds licked against her pussy hairs.

Giving a quick glance over her shoulder, she noticed a shadow blocked the ball light. He was standing there in the hall, bidden by the door jamb. Only his sandy brown hair was visible from her angle. She smiled to herself and then rinsed off the soap.

"Joel!" she called out, her voice loud enough to carry into the living room. "Could you bring me a towel from the hall closet? I forgot one!"

She heard him scramble back into the living room to answer.

"Sure!" he called out, his voice cracking slightly. He walked into the bathroom holding the towel, averting his eyes.

"Here it is," he said.

"Thanks," Tammy said, puffing the shower curtain back enough for him to get a fairly good view of her right breast.

He shot her a quick, hungry look and mumbled, "Don't mention it."

"What are you going to do tonight?" she asked, rubbing the towel over her body. "Watch television?"

"I guess so," he said softly.

"Before you do that, would you do me a favor!" she asked.

"Sure, just name it," he said eagerly.

"Could you give me a rubdown? I'm tight as a drum."

"I'd love… that is, uh, sure," he answered.

She dropped the towel around her middle, barely covering the tips of her breasts and stepped out of the shower.

"Wow, you smell so nice," he whispered, his eyes resting on the area between her tits.

"Thank you," Tammy said, walking him and toward the bedroom.

She lay on the bed, on her back, and pulled the towel away. Her tits were jutting upward as she arched her back, giving her form a seductive angle.

"How about that rubdown?" she said quietly to Joel as he stood in the doorway looking frightened and overcome with hunger.

He stumbled toward her, almost falling over his large feet. He sat on the bed and extended his hand, his fingertips resting against her hip. He withdrew it quickly, as if burned.

"What's the matter?" Tammy asked, taking his hand in hers. "Don't you like girls?"

"Sure," he said.

"You've never had a woman?" she asked.

"No," he answered, shame in his voice.