Clarence Tydings - The unfaithful girlfriend

He kept thinking about that sweet little thing sitting so innocently and demurely in his office, just a few feet away… thinking about how she'd look out there on that big bed. But not with this young stud… with William Dodge, of course! But that was in the future, if at all. Time now to switch the tape unit to automatic and return to my lovely young guest. Mustn't keep her waiting too long.

Phillip ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh of the older woman beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the silken coverlets from the furious strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as the universe itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again in wild ecstasy.

"It feels good, good, baby, so fucking good! Stick your finger in my asshole! Hurt me, lover, hurt me! Make me scream!"

He reached under her between her buttocks as he drove his cock rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt. He stretched the smoothly curved crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his stiffened middle finger for the tight little hole of her anus.

And then he found it… a small trickle of her own juices was running down the widespread crevice from where he could feel his hardened rod of lust-distended flesh slithering hotly into her. It moistened the tight puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling the knotted little band of muscle give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle. She jumped forward, almost crawling on her back to escape the sudden unexpected pain that seared through her rectum.

"Aaaaggghhhhh, yes, it hurts! It hurts!"

Phillip answered her cries with a deeper stab of his upraised finger, sinking it to the second joint.

"Yes, yes… Ooooohhhhh, yes, hurt me! Hurt me!" she screamed, writhing ecstatically, impaled between me two ravishing fleshy spears of his cock and middle finger.

Seemingly oblivious to the anguished pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was sunk to me palm of his hand. He jiggled it inside, rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her tender rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages me underside of his cock sliding in and out of her, and he began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she groaned on under him. His nail caught the flesh momentarily in her asshole, scraping her painfully, and she jerked, but then caught up me rhythm again, opening her legs wide out over me bed to give him even greater freedom of entry to her ravished loins.

Phillip could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure and sperm building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her buttocks below. It wouldn't be long, he hoped, he knew he couldn't hold it back forever. She had to cum soon.

He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tight between her thighs, opening and closing them around his driving hips in time to his long, hard thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from somewhere deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless thrusting with all me strength in his well-toned youthful body.

"Ooooohhhhh, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, baby! Hard! HARD!!" She punctuated her wanton plea with the pounding of her heels high up on his naked back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard into her breasts and offering him me full opening of her upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.

"I'm cumming…" Her mouth gaped wide in ecstatic abandon, almost disbelief. "Oh God, I'm cumming!"

She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled, unintelligible syllables. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her wide-stretched vaginal slit was presented up to him to abuse and ravage as he willed. Her ankles locked high up over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, unseeing eyes glazed as they aimed blankly toward the ceiling.

And then… "Aaaaaggghhhhh!" A banshee scream burst from her lips and filled the room with her ecstatic fulfillment, their two sweat-soaked, panting bodies slapping brutally together. Dodge's naked wife's nostrils flared wildly and she screwed herself up onto his thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.

She held her breath for an interminable long time, then expelled it as though she'd been kicked in the stomach, collapsing limply down into the soft, yielding mattress. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy as her vaginal walls shivered out the last of her bone-wrenching orgasm, still locked wetly around Phillip's tortured prick, swollen now to an incredible hardness. He pushed deep into her and lay still. Inside her, it felt as big around as a man's forearm, shoved deliciously up into her very insides.

Only the last traces of anguished self-control kept him from continuing to screw into her. Christ, he'd never in his short life seen anything like this. Or felt anything like this, either! He throbbed the muscles of his cock deep in her belly, hoping to urge her back for more.

"Oh, honey, that was really nice," she purred, "I haven't been screwed like that in a helluva long time."

"Don't put it in the past tense," Phillip said proudly, "we're not finished yet."

"Jesus, you've really been holding back, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but I can't hold it much longer," he gasped. "My balls are about to blow up."

"Pull it out and roll over, sweetie," she smiled, "Mommy's gonna' give you a special treat for being such a good boy."

He pulled back, sliding his hardness out of the soft warmth of her pussy. It killed him to pull it out, he was so near to shooting out his painfully waiting cum in her belly that he didn't want to stop but he had to let her have her way. It would be best this time until he knew more about her, about what she wanted in her lovemaking. He had to admit that, while he'd had a fair share of women, his sexual experiences were pretty much the straight missionary-position stuff. Maybe he'd learn some things that would help with Jessica… that is, if she ever stopped hanging on to that precious virginity of hers.

He reluctantly rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower thigh. He lay tense, with his cock pointed straight at the ceiling. Glancing, he looked to see it she was making any moves in that direction.

She turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that caused his ache to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist head of his penis. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins to undulate in time to her maddening pace.

Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her tongue flicked forward, me tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden unexpected contact. Chills rippled along his back, bonging a groan from his parched lips. She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of the sensitive, lust-engorged knob in a moist, warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth as her tongue tormentingly flicked at the super-sensitive tip.