Gale Grayson: Door-to-door sex-girl

"Ohhhh… God! You mustn't… you can't… you… ohhhhh!" The young wife's lust-constricted voice bubbled off into a loud mewl of pleasure as his wetly licking tongue invaded her impatiently pulsating pussy.

Arthur's tongue probed for a moment until he found her erect, pulsating clitoris and began to lick at it moistly as he inhaled the warm heady aroma of her vaginal slit, which drove him almost wild with desire and caused his painfully aching cock to lurch in a lewd hunger. But I'll wait! I'll have to… because when she caves in it's got to be total!

Virginia moaned in agonized pleasure as he took the pulsing bud of her clitoris between his wetly ovalled lips. Holding it lightly he exerted a sucking pressure on its short, hardened length for a few moments before shifting again. Now, he was holding the erect little clitoris between his teeth, while his tongue played a drumming tattoo directly on its sensitive head.

The nakedly writhing young blonde was sure that she couldn't bear another second of this tantalizing torture. Moaningly, she implored him, "Oh, please… Art… please don't do that any more! You're driving me crazy!" Even as she pleaded with him, she knew that this sex-crazed man, acting so much like an animal as he licked slobbering at her genitals, would not stop until she was a quivering, helpless mass of mindlessly aroused desire. Her vision was beginning to swim, and there was a ringing in her ears. She couldn't think straight; the only thought spinning crazily around in her mind was the fervent wish that she could have that great thick cock of his churning deep up inside her, fucking its hot throbbing way into the deepest depths of her wildly impatient cunt. God! It had gone on so long!

Just at the point where Virginia was sure that she would scream if he didn't stop, Hartman shifted his mouth downward and his tongue slithered into the viscid moistness of her heatedly throbbing cunt's mouth. She did scream then – in a wild uncontained ecstasy – as she felt him wetly stabbing his tongue in and out of her fevered vaginal opening in imitation of a fucking penis. Uncontrollably, her nakedly aroused pussy undulated up to his sucking wet mouth as she tried to match the fucking tempo of his plunging tongue into that cock-hungry hole up between her frantically trembling legs.

His head buried in the searing muskiness of her hotly throbbing pussy, Hartman heard her loud whimpering mewls of pleasure as each time, now, he swirled his long, probing tongue around and around inside her thinly bearded, desire-swollen cuntal mouth. He could feel the silky curls of her blonde pubic hair tickling his cheeks, which only served to heighten his own arousal; however, he was still determined to wait her out. The hot little bitch! She's ready to start climbing the walls… begging me to fuck her! And that's just the way I want it!

Reaching down, he pulled her long tapering legs up higher and slid his arms under them so that his shoulders wedged her thighs open fully. Then he draped her legs over his shoulders; at the same time he slid his hands under her softly rounded buttocks, his fingers digging cruelly into them and bruising the tender flesh when he pulled the twin moons up close and hard to his sensuously slavering mouth.

As she felt his moist tongue thrust deeply into the passion-tormented depths of her cunt, Virginia could contain herself no longer. She cried out her pleasure and frustration. Instinctively, her hands reached down to his head, and since he was balding, she grasped his head itself and pulled him in harder against her. She was completely helpless. Her reaction, now, was animalistic. There was nothing in the world for her but sex, sensuality, sensation… and the need to cum to orgasm.

"Oh, ooooh, ooooohhh, my Goddddd! I-I can't take any more! Do it to me! God! D-do it… to m-me… now!" she moaned in frustrated agony. Almost as soon as the words escaped her mouth, she realized that she was doing what he had said she would: beg him to fuck her! And, I swore he'd never make me do that!

Arthur Hartman raised his head from her pussy and leered up at her between the twin peaks of her firmly quivering breasts. Lewdly, he asked, "Do it to you? What the hell do you mean? Do you want me to fuck you, now?"

"Yes! Oh, yes! I-I need it… now!" Virginia whispered between tightly clenched teeth, as she closed her eyes to blot out his gloating leer of triumph over her.

"If that's what you want, baby, you'd better ask for it the right way!"

"God… you know what I m-mean! I want you to make love t-to me!"

His laugh was short and mocking: "Make love to you? Baby, I'm going to fuck you… and that's what you ask for. Say it like this: I want you to fuck me! I want you to shove your big, hard cock in my cunt and fuck me… hard!"

"No! I-I can't say it! I can't bring myself to say those filthy words!" she whined.

"Well hell, if you can't ask for it the way I tell you, I'll just stop right now and let you finger-fuck yourself!" he grated out at her.

True to his word, Hartman kept his threat; he crawled off the bed abruptly and stood looking down at her, his long massive erection spearing out throbbingly. With an ugly smile, he reached down and grasped its thick length in his hand and stroked it gently, murmuring, "This is what you really want, isn't it? You want to feel it thrusting in and out of your beautiful little cunt until you cum."

Suddenly, the shamelessly aroused young wife felt a great fear of being abandoned on the brink of what she knew would be one of her most intensely powerful climaxes ever. Quickly, her trembling hands reached down to her own screamingly demanding vagina, and she slipped a finger into the moistly heated groove to find the pulsing bud of her womanhood. She rubbed at it frantically as her naked young hips gyrated wildly, obscenely, and her breath came in load rasping spasms. Her eyes glazed almost insanely as she clawed at her searing, passion-inflamed cunt. It was her sensually aroused body, filled with exquisite sensations, that made her decision for her; the pounding throb, the frustrating need for sex blotting out all semblance of rational thought. For that instant in time, she was sure that she was all cunt – a hotly throbbing cunt that demanded to be filled with a long hard cock!

Virginia was frantic, almost out of her mind from the need for release. It was no good, she knew dimly, to continue her lewd masturbation, as her eyes focused then locked onto the huge shaft of male flesh that Hartman held in his hand, using it like bait or a reward, much as one would hold candy out to a child.

With a low, animal-like groan, she suddenly pulled her legs up almost to her chest, then splayed her thighs widely, exposing the whole of her pussy to him, as her hips ground undulantly, uncontrollably in the lewd rhythm of intercourse; then with lust-trembling hands she reached down to either side of her desire-inflamed cunt-mouth and slowly pulled the swollen, pink lips far apart in unmistakable, obscene invitation to him.

Groaning from the depths of her humiliation and knowing that now it was the only way she could find real release, she begged him, "Art! Art! For God's sake f-fuck me! Fuck me… quick… before I go out of my mind!"

Hartman crawled up onto the bed and kneeled over her, an arrogant smile of ultimate triumph on his lips. "Good!" he leered, "I knew you'd come through! Now, tell me where, with what… and how you want to be fucked!"

His sadistically lewd smile told her that she would have to say everything he demanded. She choked, swallowing the hot saliva that formed in her mouth, as her mind reviewed the four-letter obscenities. They were like red-hot branding irons indelibly searing their impressions into her brain.

"I-I want you to… f-fuck me… with your c-cock…" she mumbled, feeling the rising flush of her shame to her face.