Ray Todd: The willing wife

Lowering himself, the young man quickly placed his cockhead against her slippery, cum-drenched slit, and she could feel her quivering cuntlips slowly spreading open as his thick, hard shaft began sinking into her sucking, hot fuck-hole.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" she wailed, screwing her cunt up around his slowly penetrating prick. "Fuck me, hard!"

She let out a gasp when, without warning, he brutally slammed the hard length of his boner all the way up her fuck-tunnel.

"That's it, baby!" she panted. "Bang me hard like that again. It felt so fucking good."

Pulling his big tool almost all the way out, he slammed back in with even more force, lifting her cute ass right off the bed with the vicious lunge.

"Oooh, yes, Tony!" she sobbed, drawing her knees back to offer even more of her open slit to his delicious assault. "Drive, baby, drive! Keep that fuckin' prick pounding!"

God, how she loved the violent way he was screwing her! There was a roughness about it that was absolutely fantastic. She clutched and screamed and moaned as the wild young man pounded his cock into her with all his virile young strength.

"Eeeggghhh!" she squealed as his big thick fuck-machine continued pounding ruthlessly into her grasping cunt. "I love it! I LOVE IT!"

After several more violent thrusts, Tony stopped to catch his breath so he could resume the assault with even more vigor. Tracy could feel his massive cock throbbing hotly in her cunt as he rested with his lust-bloated balls nestled between her soft asscheeks.

When he finally partially withdrew in preparation for his next thrust, the girl's body was trembling with anticipation. Drawing her knees back even further, she waited excitedly for the next wild plunge.

"Oh, shit!" she whimpered when his hard, thick pole ripped wildly up into her twat again. His fantastic fuck-rod was glistening with her slippery cunt juices as it plowed in and out through the sucking hotness of her grasping twat.

Tracy was almost out of her mind with joy. She'd wanted a man-sized cock for so long, and now she had two lovers giving her the screwing of her life. Mewling and sobbing under Tony's glorious attack, she was frantically throwing her crotch up to meet every thrust of his hard, plunging cock.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she was squealing with delight, her shapely young legs waving crazily in the air.

Grasping at the cheeks of his ass, the girl pulled him tighter against her, screwing her pussy up around the length of his plunging pole. The swollen lips of her hot, dripping silt were sucking and grasping at the base of his shaft, trying desperately to pull more of it into her hot, hungry hole.

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" she screamed. "For Christ's sake, fuck me harder!"

She could feel her climax building up and up and up, and just as she exploded into a wild mind bending orgasm, she felt Tony's slippery cum gushing into her hot, sucking fuck-passage.

When the delicious orgasm slowly subsided, Tony rolled off and she saw Dino standing beside the bed stroking his brand-new hard-on.

"Come on, honey," she whispered, holding her arms out to him. "Let's empty that big load into my hot cunt."

During dinner that evening, Tracy could hardly keep her eyes away from Dino as he scurried around their table. Andrea paid attention to the bus boy as her thoughts were very much on Richard Bradford. She'd spent most of the day with the man and was completely captivated by his charm. Loving her husband very much, Andrea knew her involvement with the man would never go beyond a platonic friendship, but she certainly enjoyed the handsome man's company.

When dinner was finished, Kim and Lance decided to walk down to Chinatown, and Richard invited Andrea into the lounge for an after-dinner cocktail. Left alone, Tracy decided to take the short cable-car ride down to Fisherman's Wharf.

Arriving at the wharf, Tracy was thrilled by the noise, the music, the fishing boats and the happy crowds that were milling in and out of the colorful stalls and restaurants, but her thoughts were on the delicious fucks she'd enjoyed this afternoon. The girl was so deep in thought that she was startled to find she'd wandered down to a deserted area of the waterfront.

She was standing in the shadows looking down at the dark water when a huge man suddenly appeared beside her.

"A nice evening," he muttered, leaning against the rail with her.

"It sure is," she smiled, looking at him for the first time.

She was suddenly shocked by the size of him. Wearing nothing but a pair of dungarees, he had the biggest chest and arms she'd ever seen. He was a huge man in his forties with skimpy red hair on an almost bald head, but his torso, chest and forearms were matted with a thick growth of hair. The most noticeable thing about him was the ugly jagged scar that ran down over his right cheek.

"How much you askin' for it?" he suddenly asked in a raspy voice.

"Asking for what?"

"A piece of ass," was his brief answer. "How much?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Tracy in a puzzled voice.

"Don't give me that shit!" he snapped. "I just want to know how much it'll cost me to fuck you."

"Oh, my God," she gasped. "I'm not one of those kind of girls. I just walked down here from Fisherman's Wharf."

"Stop the bullshit!" he roared. "The only broads that come down here at night are selling their ass."

"Well, I'm not."

"I suppose I'm too ugly for you?" he sneered.

"You're nothing but a sick animal," she snapped as she turned to walk away.

"Maybe I am," be grinned, grasping at her firm tits through the thin material of her braless dress. "But I'm gonna fuck you."

"Don't touch me!" she screamed, kicking him in the shins.

"You wildcat!" he roared, grabbing the frightened girl in his arnis and covering her mouth with his wet sloppy lips.

"Let me alone!" she screamed, pulling loose from his grasp.

"You rotten bitch!" he shouted, picking her up in his strong arms and covering her mouth with his hand. "I said I wanted to fuck you."

With his hand clasped across Tracy's mouth to keep the kicking girl from screaming, he carried her into a dilapidated building.

"This is my room," he panted, lowering her to the floor in front of a door, keeping his hand over her mouth. "Now get to hell in there!"

The girl tried to scream out, but his big hand muffled the cry.

"Get in there!" he roared, opening the door and twisting her hair until Tracy thought it would come out by the roots. Unable to stand the searing pain any longer, she allowed the man to drag her into his room.

"Shit," he grinned at her under the bright light.

"Please let me go!"

"No chance," he leered at her, licking his thick wet lips.

"Please don't," she begged, when he grabbed at one of her firm tits with his huge paw.

Ignoring her pleas, the brute of a man grasped the hem of her dress and ripped it off over her head. Smacking his wet, drooling lips, he stared at her firm mounds of luscious titty flesh, capped with oversized nipples. His eyes moved down over her softly rounded belly to the dark silky bush between her legs.

"Look at that," he sneered. "Running around without no pants on, just dyin' to be screwed."

He was partially right, the horny girl was dying to be screwed, but not by a filthy beast like this depraved monster.

Pushing Tracy back on the bed, he covered one of her firm young tits with his big sloppy mouth, his thick tongue swirling wildly around her big turgid nipple. In spite of her fright and the brutality of his attack, Tracy felt tingles of pleasure streaking from her tits down to her furry twat. Trying to ignore the tingling sensations, she pounded on his broad back with her clenched fists, but she was soon moaning softly from the obscene pleasure his slurping mouth was giving her.