Rod Strong - Dealing in adultery

Whoever said all cats are gray in the dark is full of shit. Raquel Roberts had a truly unique vagina. It was tight, narrow, yet slick and creamy, and willing to stretch just enough to hold my aching penis. At the same time its muscles squeezed and squeezed, as if refusing to remain widened, trying to return her cunt channel to its former narrowness and make my cock fit it at the same time. Jesus! What a hot fuckbox.

I was enjoying the position we were sharing. The chair under me had a thick cushion and a strong back, supporting me quite well. Raquel was now settled in my lap, enjoying the feel of my probing prick, legs dangling outside mine; her feet touching the floor. Our bodies barely moved while her squeezing box continued clutching my ripping ramrod. Only her pelvis could be seen, bucking back and forth, plunging her eager hole around my thrusting shaft of fiery flesh. Each of us clung tightly to one another, her small but round tits pressing themselves flat against my chest as her nipples made me writhe as they rubbed and rubbed.

The climbing, solid pike of my fuckstaff created unbelievable friction as it ravaged itself against the walls of Raquel's flaming inner pussy, scratching at them like a leopard's claw attempting to rip apart some piece of choice flesh.

I pounded my dong up harder now, feeling a certain wildness overtake me. God but I loved the tightness of her slobbering box. The fit was so close, none of her liquid could seep out and cover my balls. It continued accumulating within her frothing slot, and I could feel it inundate my poking prick again and again.

My pounding prong seemed to swell even thicker in the tight confines of her pussyhole. Raquel was sighing and moving all the faster as her quaking stomach tightened with the beginnings of the feverish feeling she had apparently sought so long. We both knew I would probably blast off first, but she wouldn't be too far behind.

Raquel slid her greased canal along the entire length of my jazzing joystick, yanking her creaming cunt up rapidly, making the shudders shoot through me, then letting herself fall straight down, allowing my engorged member to fill every bit of her womanly area. It was as if we were doing some wild, tribal dance with her gripping nookie calling the tune. She would rise up, feeling my hard, stabbing cockflesh pull out of her suctioning cunt, then down she would go again, feeling my probing prong slice its way back into her cunthole as her clit rubbed against the hairs of my pelvis.

I slid one hand in back of her to help support her so she could lean back and continue her rhythmic bouncing of erotic fancy, then pushed the thumb of my other hand between us and found her little button of flesh. And as she continued bouncing, I massaged the clit, making it enlarge, listening to her gasp.

"M… my Goddddd!" she intoned, moving all the more quickly now. "You r… r… really know how t… to make a g… girl enjoy it. Wow!"

Her narrow, pounding pussy seemed to tighten as my thrusting tool enlarged. She seemed to feel my pulsing male peterpoint grow to some fantastic size, and in the narrowness of her slithering canal I felt as if my own prong were twice its normal size. It felt like a sequoia log-thick, throbbing and pulsating.

She fooled me. I would have sworn I was the one to have apexed first, but there she was squeezing those skinny legs around my thighs, screaming, cursing, sitting there all stiff while still bouncing to the best of her ability. Yet she was coming, and coming as she had apparently never climaxed before. Her body tightened again and again as her long-nailed fingers grabbed my shoulders and proceeded to excavate a multitude of holes in them.

Now oversensitive, she continued moving her body, preparing her cunt for the missile-like blast of my own sperm in her inner channel. I felt as if my cock was close to bursting.

Feeling the strength drain from her body, Raquel leaned against me, letting her hands drop to my thighs. Her nails punctured my thighs as I continued ploughing my fulcrum against hers. Her teeth bit into the fleshy areas where my neck joined my shoulder and she chewed like a lust-crazed animal, once more trying to get her pussy into high gear so she could satisfy me. My pistoning prong was on the point of eruption.

Raquel squeezed my legs harder, churning more than bouncing at this point, and my own arms were now wrapped around her tightly, clasping her skinny body to mine. And then I reached the top.

A torrent of boiling semen exploded from the narrow slit in my cuntfucking cock. I kept on plunging up into her with each shot, letting the burning cream cover the walls of her tightening interior. Her grasping pussy sucked the globs of jism from my blasting phallus as it rubbed it-self fiercely against my joyjammer. Like a tight, narrow vacuum cleaner it sucked up all my expelled semen.

I felt my body shudder and shake as if in a mild epileptic fit. The orgasm swiftly reached the heights of sensation, then descended like an oldtime steam locomotive charging downhill, furiously moving as if the cockjuice I had emitted was easing the way. And still I continued unloading my spunk.

Finally sated, I settled back in the huge chair, letting myself relax a bit. My softening dong was still deeply embedded in the tight, gripping snatch of Raquel Roberts. Right now it felt useless. Raquel swirled around a few times on my lap, then stopped. My prong had softened to where not even her narrow confines could feel anything. She reached down with her hands and gently rubbed my deflated nuts, trying to massage my prong back up. But for a short while nothing helped. I mean, I was only human. But Raquel was so hot, though she'd enjoyed what she'd had, she now wanted more.

Standing up, she took my limp pecker out of her thin slit, then strode forward and grabbed my head, yanking it lower so she could squat over my face. Pressing the leaking gash to my face, she began rotating her hips, letting me know she wanted to feel my hot tongue. So I sent my oral prober between the outer lips of her flooded box and began licking the sides. Her twat, already narrow, tried to literally tighten around my tongue and suck it in.

"Do it," she yelled. "Do it. Eat me out. Fuck me with that thick tongue of yours." And with her hands she slammed my head full against her puffy pussy, enjoying the feel of my thick tongue as it plunged into her narrow center and touched the inner recesses of her pleasure spots.

"Suck my cunt," she mumbled. "Keep on sucking it. Lick my clit and make me come again. I want to keep on coming. Oh Christ! I wish I could jam your whole head up there."

She flung her head back, forcing her box against my lips, and I could feel her hands gripping my shoulders again. My tongue continued prodding the walls of her tight cunt. And as I ate her, I felt my cock beginning to enlarge again.

Now I frantically sucked on her clitoral nub, rolling the bit of flesh between my teeth and letting my tongue play havoc with it. Her lubricant was flowing freely again, pouring into my mouth, and it was all I could do to swallow the stuff.

"Faster," she murmured. "Suck faster. God!!! Eat my cunt."

Raquel was frantically trying to attain another orgasm while my tongue scooped the pouring slitheriness from her nookie walls. Her fingers twined themselves in my hair, keeping my face jammed into her split, not even letting me up for air. The atmosphere in her pussy was so hot, I could feel steam covering my face as I continued licking out her slavering fuckhole.

My tongue moved rapidly back and forth, whipping her upstanding clit, forcing the blood to flow into it and make it stand at full attention. Small quakes of erotic sensation made her hair-fringed hole quiver. It was obvious wild feelings were rumbling through her sex center, and she speeded up the way she was thrusting her twat against my face as her bush scrubbed me clean. She was preparing for another climactic thrill.