George Tipton: Wild hot bride

"Not a bit," Russ replied, thrusting his hips so his prick slid through her fingers and poked its head into the waiting mouth of her cunt. "It was the perfect honeymoon with the perfect new wife."

Barb giggled and wiggled downward, sinking more of his prick into her cunt. "And the fucking was good, too."

"Yes," Russ gasped, his prick completely buried in the damp warmth of her pussy. "It was good then and it's still good now!"

With that, he grabbed her legs and hauled them up.

Barb went along and bent her knees, letting her husband push her thighs back against her shoulders. Her cunt was tipped upward, her pussy-channel bent.

"Ohhh," she sighed, "your cock feels so big when you put it in me like that!"

"And your little pussy, ahhh!" he grunted. "You pussy fits around my cock just right!"

In her awkward position, Barb couldn't move too much but, for the same reason, every motion she did make seemed exaggerated and precious. Because their fucking fit was so tight, even the smallest bit of movement made them gasp with excitement and pleasure.

Russ pressed down on his wife's bent legs and leaned back. His cock came out of her cunt and he looked down at it. It seemed almost small, the pressure her cunt had put on it so extreme. Slowly, he submitted his prick for further pleasant punishment. He began to fuck Barb with a steady, strong beat.

As always, Barb loved it. She'd wanted a man who was good in bed and she'd definitely found him in Russ. His fucking never disappointed her and she never asked him where he learned the new tricks he sometimes brought home to their bed. She certainly had her suspicions, but, until it happened right in front of her face, she wanted to believe her husband was true to her.

The blonde hair between her legs was thick, but did little to hide the folds of her creamy cunt. Russ' big, dark cock plowed right through the tangled jungle and lost itself in her inner cunt. The walls of her pussy pulsated all around his prick, and when he pulled all but the rounded head of his cock out of her clasping cunt, the mouth of her pussy kissed it sweetly.

Barb wiggled her ass around as he fucked into her cunt. Her big tits pillowed out right in front of her, and when she thrust her head out, she managed to take one of her long, pointed nipples between her pink lips.

Russ almost lost his load right then. It always drove him crazy when Barb sucked her own tits. His cock pounded around inside of her, his pulse racing and his balls stewing.

Barb puckered her pretty cheeks in and pulled on her nipple. Russ couldn't tell for sure, but he imagined her running her tongue around her nipple. He knew just how long and hard his wife's nipples got when they were sucked.

He licked his lips and then leaned downward, capturing her other nip in his own mouth.

"Mmmmm!" Barb moaned.

The vibrations of her moan rumbled through her body. As her husband suspected, she was giving her tit a pretty good workout. Her brain sizzled as they sucked on her aching tits together.

Russ lapped up one side and down the other of her tit, spreading a sexy layer of spit all across her creamy tit-flesh. He felt with his lips how the skin around her large, pink areola went wild with goose flesh.

"Ohhhhh," Barb sighed, her nipples hard and pointed with arousal.

Whatever her husband did to the tit he was sucking, Barb copied and did to the tit she had in her mouth.

When Russ was wet and messy, so was she. Her tongue slithered all around the fleshy tit globe, running over the spiked nipple and then batting it all around.

Russ pulled his face away from her nip and pursed his lips. Then, before Barb had time to prepare herself, he let loose with a thin stream of cold air.

"Ahhhh!" she cried out, letting her tit go free. "Yes, do that! Yes, it's so good!"

Her hand looked even smaller than it was when she brought it up and used it to cover her one heaving, thrusting tit. The fingers fanned out and she felt her nipple butting into her palm. Her nails dug into her own flesh, but it didn't matter.

"Keep sucking, keep sucking!" she gasped.

Russ sucked madly at her big, slippery fit and also began to fuck with his hips again. His wife's wailing took on a different tone when she felt his prick moving around in her snug cunt-tunnel.

"Ohhh! Ahhhhh!" she cried out.

Methodically grinding his hips so that her clit was crushed against the bone behind it, Russ fucked her gently but thoroughly. His prick moved only slightly in her cunt-channel, but that wasn't what mattered to Barb. She liked the stimulation of her tits and of her clit. Right now, whatever happened inside her pussy was just the icing on the cake.

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" she said over and over again, with constantly increasing urgency and passion.

Russ could toil from the jerking motions of her body that what she said was true. To help her along, he pulled harder on her tit, puckering in his cheeks and eating all the tit-meat ho could manage. Then he exhaled her soggy titflesh and bit down on her pointed nipple, chewing it just hard enough with his front teeth.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried.

Russ rotated his hips, pressing down hard on her upthrusting clit. Sensations of extreme excitement went through Barb's sizzling body.

"Ahhh!" she cried at last. "Ahhhh!"

Russ needed total concentration to keep up with his climaxing wife. His head had to bob with her heaving tits and his hips had to keep pace with her wildly dancing lower body. But he did his best to just relax and let her set the pace. It was easier that way for him, and he knew that that was what Barb liked best.

Barb mumbled as her climax blasted through her. Her knees jerked inward, one of them banging against the side of Russ' face. Her whole body trembled and shook as she was rocked by the incredible strength of her orgasm.

Russ pulled away from her tit only when he was sure all the contractions of her orgasm were passed. Then, almost painfully, he straightened his back and aligned his prick again with the quivering tunnel of her cunt.

"Ready for more?" he asked.

"Mmmm," she replied, too climax-weary to make words.

But Russ understood and wasted no time in taking up right where they had left off with their fucking. His prick lunged forward and Barb's eyes opened wide and blue as she felt her whole body being filled with her husband's hard, thick, prick-meat.

Now it was Russ' turn to moan. His cock was held very tightly by his wife's pussy and the angle her strange position put her cunt in fit his prick-shaft to a tee. He got up on his knees and fucked her with new strength, his cock bent at a satisfying angle.

"Ahhh, now that's fuckin!" he said, throwing his hips forward. "You like that?"

He looked down and saw the weak smile and nod that Barb gave. But it told him all he needed to know. Despite her unenthusiastic response, he knew she liked this fuck just as much as he did. She was just too overcome to tell him so.

"Ummmm," she moaned, doing what she could to share her intense feelings with her studly husband.

His cock went in and out of her with very satisfying regularity. From one end to the other, her cunt-tunnel sizzled with the erotic sensations he created within it. Cunt-juices ran down the crack of her upturned ass.

Prick-meat danced through her cunt-tunnel, rubbing sexily against her padded, inner cunt walls. Friction was created and both the fuckers benefited from it. Russ could feel the tension mounting in his balls as they slapped against Barb's ass-crack. Barb could feel her insides being pushed and pulled and rearranged to accommodate her husband's prick-shaft.

Reaching down and under her lifted ass, Barb took hold of her husband's balls. She heard Russ gasp with joy and when she squeezed them and rolled them around in the palm of her hand, his gasp turned into a growl of pure sexual ecstasy.