George Tipton: Wild hot bride

She lifted one leg slightly to let his cock surge into her. Then, once it was inside, she stood straight up again, nearly strangling Scott's big prick with her small, hot pussy.

Beth's pussy immediately put a death grip on Scott's prick-shaft and it was a moment before he could even trust himself to start fucking her.

"Jesus, that's tight!" he gasped, bending his knees and pulling his cock from her pussy-grip just a bit. "Christ!"

In all the cunts he'd fucked, Scott didn't think he'd ever dipped his cock in one so incredibly small as Beth's. He was almost afraid to pull his prick out of her, for fear her pussy might tear it right off.

But Beth wouldn't let him not fuck her. While he grew accustomed to the tight fit, she grew impatient and started squatting and then straightening up, fucking herself on his wonderful prick. After a few quick-strokes, her soft pussy was slick with juices and, while still excruciatingly tight, it was more fuckable and Scott got into the act, too.

"Oh yeah," she sighed, bouncing with him as he set up his usual quick, sure, fucking tempo. "Oh yeah!"

He kept his hands on her ass and thighs, making sure she didn't fall as the fucking tempo picked up pace. Whenever he glanced up at her face, he saw that her blue eyes were closed, her forehead wrinkled with concentration and her front teeth clamped over her bottom lip with lust. Small whimpers of excitement and, Scott assumed, pleasure, came from her open mouth.

His prick jammed up into her, fucking straight up into the air. He thrust with his hips, and she bent and unbent her knees, keeping his cock moving back and forth through the tight tunnel of her young cunt.

As their rhythm got established, Scott let one hand move around her body, away from her wiggling little ass. The fingers on the hand remaining on her ass spread out, covering mast of the creamy flesh there. The freed hand came in between their humping bodies, in search of her perky tits. When he found them, his rough fingers wrapped around her nipples.

For the first time, then, he thought of Pam. Beth's tits were nothing like his wife's tits. They were little upthrusting cones, the ends swollen with sweetness. He squeezed her nipples. Then he smashed the little cones, one at a time, flat against her small chest. She felt so small and frail he felt sure he could have broken her in half had he wanted to, and that fact turned him on, stroking his macho streak and making him fuck her with new vigor.

"Ohhh!" Beth sighed, almost jumping up and down on his big prick. "God, you're a good fucker."

Beth's thin arms were wrapped around his neck, keeping their bodies close together. His fingers were trapped between their sweaty fronts, hers so soft and smooth and his with just a moderate dusting of hair. Beth twisted her torso from side to side, sliding her tits from his grip and tickling them with his dark chest pelt. She liked a man with a little hair, but she hated fucking gorillas!

His prick went very deep inside of her, so deep she felt like his cock-head might pop out of her opened mouth at any second. She felt taken over by Scott's prick and the fact that he was a married man, a newly married man, bothered her not in the least.

Her dress flopped over the edge of the sink, sopping wet. Beth had bought that dress especially for tonight but now, as Scott's prick continually trenched out her eager little cunt, she didn't even care that it had been ruined. It had served its purpose and gotten her just what she'd wanted.

She bent one knee and lifted it up, running her smooth inner thigh along the outside of one of his sturdy legs. His prick shifted slightly inside of her and both fuckers groaned. Then Beth wiggled herself into just the right position so that her little clit was caressed as Scott plowed his mighty prick in and out of her juicing, pink cunt-hole.

"Ahhhm, that's it," she moaned, feeling a new surge of excitement when her clit was brought into the fucking action. "Just keep doing that, big boy, and I'll be coming like you won't believe."

"Mmmm, all right, baby," Scott huffed. "Just keep the noise down, huh?"

Beth didn't hear his warning, she was too caught up in the desires of her own body. She fucked around quite a bit, but she knew that studs like Scott didn't come knocking at her door all that often.

She was pumping up and down on his big prick, her ass poking out and then fucking back in with every stroke. The end of his prick was thundering against the end of her cunt-tunnel and each time it touched that ultra-sensitive spot she gasped involuntarily.

And, as their fucking got more fast and furious, Scott touched her there more often and the small, tiled room raged with her lust-laden groans.

"Easy, baby, take it easy!" Scott cautioned. But he knew, too, how good their fucking was. Given a choice he too would have let loose with great grunts and howls of joy. Beth's little pussy still created a new kind of excitement in his prick, but he knew, too, that he had to be more careful than she did. After all, his wife was only a short trip down the ball, and, although he didn't expect her to come looking for him, he didn't want to make her have to, either.

Not wanting to press their luck by staying in the bathroom too much longer, Scott stepped up his frenzied fucking. He knew that Beth's clit was right in the line of fire now, and he made sure the base of his prick bumped against it good and often. Already he could feel her shuddering and shaking with the kind of internal quaking he had long ago learned to recognize as impending female orgasm.

Scott forced all of his prick up inside of her and then rolled his hips. The little blonde leaned forward against Scott, pressing his hand tightly between their chests.

With all her weight against him, Scott just managed to maneuver his fingers. The tips rolled her nipples, sliding back and forth from one to the other. He thrummed and twisted and pulled, Beth's whimpering face bent down against the top of his head.

Her little cries of passion were like music to Scott's ears, and the more she whimpered, the harder and more diligently he worked her over with his fingers and his prick.

The hand on her ass slid around too. It covered her dancing ass-checks and probed at her asshole. Unlike Pam. Beth didn't say no when he tested her little ass. Excited by her willingness, he thrust one finger up her little brownie, making her jump and squeal with accentuate lust.

Scott grinned as he fucked her from both ends. She could barely move now, she was so taken over by his fucking. But she didn't need to do anything. His cock in her cunt and his finger up her ass kept her body in motion. He tossed her from one to the other end, limp with lust, Beth did little more than moan and sigh her appreciation.

Her ass hole was tight and much drier than her cunt-hole. Briefly, Scott thought about pulling his prick out of her cunt and jamming it right up her ass. Somehow, he didn't think a hot little number like Beth would mind. But, when he tried to take his cock out of her pussy, he found that his own body wouldn't let him. He was closer to coming himself than he had thought. If he too his prick out of her now he was likely to send his load flying against the wall instead of anywhere inside of Beth.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" Beth mumbled, her clit thumping against his prick time and again. "I'm in heaven, I'm dying, oh my God, oh my God!"

Fearing her cries might blow their cover before he could blow his wad, Scott moved his band from her stiff-nippled tits up over her gaping mouth. He pressed his palm against her soft lips and Beth sank her teeth into it, nearly making him cry out.

But the pain in his hand was forgotten as Beth began climaxing with a power Scott hadn't seen in years. She snorted and snuffled against his cupping hand and her body thrashed so madly he thought they would both end up on the floor. His finger was jammed way up into her asshole and he swore he could feel the shuddering of her cunt with it.