George Tipton: Wild hot bride

Scott noticed her motions and knew what they meant. She's turning on, he thought, excited by the idea that he didn't even have to touch Pam for her to get hot. He thrust with his hips, feeding her his cock, thinking that he was doing her a favor.

And, in a way, he was, because the more cock Pam had – whether in her mouth or in her cunt – the better she liked it.

She sucked all around his prick, most of his cock-shaft in her mouth by now. She puckered her cheeks all around his prick-meat, caressing it with the inside of her soft mouth. Lovingly, she moaned around his cock, adding to heron and her husband's growing sexual arousal.

Her tongue circled around his prick-shaft, slithering along the ultra-sensitive underside.

Scott groaned and grunted, too, thrilled by the job her mouth was doing on his prick. He punched his hips at her, feeding her the last bit of his mighty prick-shaft.

"Mmmmm!" Pam exclaimed, her eyes flashing up a look of caution at him.

But Scott didn't care if he fed her too much cock-meat. She had started this and now he was going to finish it. Scott bore down on her harder, loving it when she started to struggle.

Pam pushed back against the edge of the seat, trying to get away. She felt like Scott's surging prick might kill her. Already it was shutting off her air and making her feel giddy. But she couldn't seem to break free of it.

His hand held her head tightly, the fingers bent in against her skull. His crotch kept bucking, making her take his prick whether she wanted to or not.

"Ahhhh!" she cried around his prick, her fists hitting the insides of his thighs.

She looked up at him, her eyes watery with anger and fear. Her pretty face was flushed bright red and her nostrils were dilated, trying desperately to compensate for the lack of air she could take in through her mouth.

Scott loved it when she looked so disheveled, so helpless, so sexy. He loved it when he knew that she realized the power of his sex and his prick. He would gladly have kept her that way forever if he hadn't been afraid she might die. Grudgingly, he pulled his prick back suddenly, leaving only the very tip between Pam's purplish, gasping lips.

"You fucker!" she panted, a more normal color returning to her face. "Divorce me if you want, but don't kill me!"

Scott delighted in her anger.

"Came on, honey," he said, taking hold of the back of her head again, "just a little more cock-sucking, okay? I didn't come yet."

"You pig!" she said, feeling weak as the blood rushed back to her brain.

"Come on, baby," Scott cooed, reaching forward and flipping up the front of her dress. His fingers massaged her hairy cunt-crack. "Please?"

Pam listened not to his words but to the pounding of her heart. She became aware of the nice way he was stroking her pussy and how good it made her feel. Like a bad dream, his previous cruelty was slowly forgotten and the pleasant sensations of his fingers on her cunt came to the fore.

"Ummmm, that's nice!" she said, bouncing with his fingers, her cunt soft and wet now. "But I don't want to do any more head right now, sweetie. Let's fuck!"

Looking up at him like a naughty little girl when she said the big word, her eyes danced, making Scott laugh.

He stabbed two of his fingers deep up into her cunt and then brought them to her face. They were slick and dripping with her fragrant pussy-juices and he rubbed them across her perky lips.

"Taste yourself," he said.

Obediently Pam did as he asked, sticking out her tongue and running it all around his creamy fingers. A strong taste filled her senses, and Scott rolled his fingers around in her mouth, making sure she got all of her essence from them. Watching her lick up her own cunt-cream got his prick harder than ever before.

"Okay, baby, that's good. Now come on up here," he said, putting his hands under her arms and hauling her forward.

Pam knelt over him, his cock homing in on her cunt-hole as if it had radar. Automatically pointing at just the right angle for penetration, his prick stood up straight as she lowered herself down onto it.

The couple sighed as their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. For Pam, all the suffering she had done before was now worth it as she once again felt the wonder of having his prick deep inside her. For Scott, it was another great fuck, he could already tell.

Flipping her flowered skirt up in back, he put his hands against the cool cheeks of her ample ass. Then, setting her ass in motion, he started fucking.

Pam rolled her hips with him, following his lead. Her eyes rolled with ecstasy and her cunt drooled with joy. There was nothing like having a big, meaty prick shoved up deep inside of her. It was all that made life worth living.

"So good," she sighed, her tits rolling underneath her light blouse. "God, that's nice."

Scott smiled at the sexy tone of her voice. Whatever he did, she loved it. He humped his hips a little, sending his prick surging forward in her cunt. Immediately her face registered even more joy and excitement.

His fingers gouged into the cheeks of her ass, their tips in a line along the crack. He could feel the sweat and fuck-juices that ran down through that sexy channel and his finger slipped around on them. One finger poked at the pucker of her ass and he felt her whole body jump.

"Scott!" she exclaimed. "Stop it!"

He laughed, knowing she considered her asshole off limits.

"Okay, okay," he said with a chuckle.

Vain lifted herself up, allowing his prick only the mouth of her cunt to fuck. She bounced up and down, taking the tip of his prick into her body over and over. The sensitive nerves all around the mouth of her cunt tightened and quivered at so much concentrated attention.

An orgasm began to swell deep inside of her, but before it had a chance to form, Scott pulled his hands away from her ass and clamped them around her waist. Then, again proving his superior strength, he crammed Pam down tight around his prick, making her take all of his cock-shaft in one sudden, savage dive.

"Oh!" she cried in surprise and disappointment.

"Yeah," Scott replied, misunderstanding her, "feels great, huh?"

But, even if it hadn't felt so good at first, even. Pam had to admit that, after a few fine fuckstrokes, it was indeed pleasant. She began to move with him again, no longer fighting him or thinking of her own selfish satisfaction. She moved as he moved, fucking forward and back at whatever tempo he set for them.

His cock was totally engulfed in her cunt tunnel. She sighed and moaned, her lost orgasm appearing again, in a more defined shape than ever. Their breathing very loud in the enclosed car, Pam fucked at him with her heart and soul.

Scott, too, panted and groaned. The weight of his wife's body forced her down onto his crotch harder than usual, making his prick fill her cunt-tunnel to the utmost. The head of his prick opened up the collapsed walls of her cunt tunnel with every forward push, and, each time he fucked into her, it was as good as it had been the very first time. Her elastic cunt-channel held his prick very tightly, making their fucking better and better.

"Mmmm, fuck me," Pam mumbled, her eyes closed and her head rolling loosely on her shoulders. "God, that feels so good, God that feels so nice!"

She let her weight fall on him, making herself extra heavy to make sure she had all the cockshaft she could take. She felt filled to the brim with cock. The head of his prick hit one pink, padded wall of her cunt and then banged against the other.

Scott liked what she was doing to and with his prick, too. He kept his fucking strokes straight and true, not letting himself be influenced by her funny little motions.

Scott's hands were still around his wife's waist, feeling and helping her move. Her blouse was still tucked neatly into the waistband of her skirt, and now those layers of fabric were soaked with sweat.