Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

"Now fuck me, Goddamnit, fuck my cunt. Now!" Jim needed no more urging. With a single powerful motion he spread her legs wide and slammed into her. I could see her cunt lips part madly as they sought to accommodate his monstrous weapon.

Then he was inside her, thrusting wildly while she fought to wrap her legs around his back. Finally she succeeded, and a moment later she was pulling herself up to meet him, grinding her sweet cunt against his cock, gasping and moaning with her eyes closed.

"Oh yeah, that's good. Harder, Jim, fuck me hard… make me hurt… ohhhh… yeah… harder… make me hurt!"

Jim did his best.

The muscles in his back and ass flexed wildly with each thrust, and his long slimy cock continued to slide in and out of Jocelyn's match.

After a few moments Jocelyn reached up with her own hands and began to massage her tits, feeling their softness, pinching the nipples that were already larger and harder than I'd ever seen them.

It couldn't last much longer.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna me… gonna come… ohhhh Aaaggghhhh!"

Her back arched and every muscle in her body stiffened convulsively.

At almost the same moment Jim lunged backward, jerking his cock out of her cunt. Then he was over her, his prick in his hand, as suddenly he exploded.

It was incredible.

The lint wad of cum that shot out of his prick was so big it practically covered her left tit when it landed on her. But it was just the beginning. For thirty seconds he milked himself onto her, squirting his sticky jism all over her body, bathing her in the wet, slimy liquid.

Then finally he was finished.

Nobody said anything. Jocelyn, smiling spread his cum all over her body while the three of us looked on.

My head was swirling. I couldn't remember ever being this turned on; I wanted to get fucked so badly I could taste it.

I turned to Raymond.

He was looking at me, his eyes as wild as mine.

"Now," I whispered.

He nodded.

Thirty seconds later we were both naked. His body was different from Jim's, but attractive in its own way. He was long and slim; in fact everything about him was long and slim, including his cock.

I reached out and touched his balls, letting my fingers run lightly over the wrinkled skin. Almost immediately I could feel the muscles inside him tighten, drawing up his balls as he responded to my touch.

Then I started running my fingers up and down his cock. In the background I could hear Jocelyn and Jim breathing heavily, and I knew that they were watching.

"Now fuck me."

I turned over on all fours, presenting my white ass to him. I could feel my tits dangling down beneath me, almost brushing the bedspread. The feeling turned me on so much that I dropped lower, keeping my ass up high, so that I could let my nipples rub against the bed beneath me.

Raymond grabbed my ass and spread it wide. I could feel the honey pouring from my cunt, and I knew that he must be getting a tremendous view of my hungry slit.

Then his cockhead was touching my pussy, gently parting the lips as he pushed it slowly forward.

"Go ahead, Raymond. Fuck me. Hard."

But he wouldn't do it hard. Not at first, anyway. Instead, with agonizing slowness, he slid his long meat into my muff. I was so turned on that it seemed like I could feel every tiny ridge, every vein in his cock.

Finally he was all the way in me.

Then he began to thrust in and out. Reaching back with two fingers I could feel his slippery meat as it moved through the soft hair that guarded my cunt. At the same time I let one of the fingers run lightly over my clit, flicking the sensitive bud as it grew larger and larger.

"Come on, Raymond, fuck me hard. Please… Fuck me harder!"

He gave in to my will. Grabbing both my ass cheeks, he began to pump savagely into me, spreading me wide so that his cock sank into my cunt to the hilt.

"Yes! Ohhhh yesss… that's it, now keep it up, Ray, keep coming at me…"

I really needn't have said anything; he was fully into it now. His cock was slamming in and out of me viciously, smashing my cunt so hard that all I could do was gasp for breath and keep going.

It was fantastic.

In and out he plunged, knifing into me so violently that all I could do was hang on and let it happen.

And believe me, inside my cunt it was really happening. I could feel the familiar flashes that would lead ultimately to the release I craved. Hot juices were beginning to seep from my cunt, and with each successive thrust that juice was oozing more copiously.

"Make me come, Ray, God, make me come. I can't stand it."

I began to thrash back wildly against him, grinding my cunt against his cock with all the force my body could produce.

"Yeah, baby, that's good," he said, reaching around and grabbing both my tits, squeezing them so hard that I thought I would die from delight.

Inside my cunt, the juices were boiling. It wouldn't be long now – nothing could keep me from making it over the top.

"Come on Ray, harder. Do it harder… fuck me, baby, fuck me good."

Like wild animals we thrashed and heaved, grinding and thumping into each other until finally something had to give.

My cunt exploded.

"Yessssssssss!"

The first wave swept through me, hot cream shooting out of the depths of my cunt onto his cock. I could feel violent contractions shooting through my body, and I knew that each of them was being transferred through my cunt to Raymond's cock.

He couldn't last much longer; not with what was happening to my cunt. Again and again I was racked with explosions that reduced me to a quivering, simpering mass of flesh.

But still he didn't come.

He kept pumping into me, slashing into my trembling cunt until I thought I was going to die.

Then finally it happened.

"Hold on, baby," he groaned. Then his cock seemed to jump inside my cunt, and a moment later my entire pussy was flooded with wave after wave of his hot cum. His cock seemed to expand wildly with each thrust, and I could feel the sizzling cum splashing against the deepest walls of my pussy.

A minute later it was over. Exhausted, we both sank to the bed.

I didn't always enjoy sex so much. In fact, up until a few years ago I was absolutely terrified of it. When Howard and I got married I was still a virgin; so much a virgin, in fact, that no one besides a doctor had ever even had a finger inside me. Including myself. My mother had always made it clear that nice girls didn't do that sort of thing, and I was always determined to be a nice slit. What a waste.

On our wedding night I was petrified. We had driven for several hours after the wedding and the next morning we were going to catch a plane for the Bahamas.

The next morning, however, seemed light years any when we checked into the hotel.

"What's the matter?" Howard asked. "Nothing."

"You're scared, aren't you?"

"Who me?"

"Have some champagne."

"All right."

I tried to drink some of the bubbly liquid, but it didn't do any good. I knew that if I had enough of it to make me calm, it would also make me sick. Then things would really be a mess.

Howard was older than me; I was twenty-one and he was almost thirty. He was a terribly nice person; a banker in the town where I had grown up. I was in love with him; in fact, I practically worshipped him. But nevertheless I had never let him touch me below the neck.

Looking at him now, I knew that he was more than ready to start touching me below the neck. The thought made me shiver.

"Would it help if I turned the lights out?"

I shrugged. Nothing would help.

He compromised, turning off all but one of them. Now the room was dim; soft and warm. But I was cold. I could feel goosebumps all over my body as he reached out and began to stroke my back.