there was his teeth and more pain.
He mashed the head of his giant cock against her cuntal lips.
For just a moment he thought he felt a flicker of desire in her, a slight arching of the back, a tiny forward thrust of her tit. But it was quickly extinguished.
He raised up. 'I'm gonna fuck you now.'
'And I'm going to fight like hell! If you make me blow you, I'll bite your cock off. If you forget and spread your legs a little, I'll mash your balls clear up into your belly, and if I get the chance when you're off-guard, I'll tear your fucking eyes out!' She was panting heavily, her big, luscious tits jiggling with each heaving breath. 'And if you try to put that thing in me, I'll kill you!'
Emilio lifted his body above her and looked down at her. He feasted his eyes on the smoothness of her skin and the curls that covered the pink slit between her thighs. Her legs were spread wide and he could see the juices from her cunt running in glistening streams down into the dark crease between her buttocks.
He grasped the throbbing shaft of his cock and rammed forward.
Celeste screamed as he ripped her cunt open with his horsecock. He didn't pause to let her adjust. He just fucked and punished her body. Again and again he drove his giant prick into her bowels.
The pain was like a rocket blast clear through her body.
Her brain fought it by passing out.
Even in unconsciousness, she felt the burning gush of his release as he shot his load up into her.
By the time she came back from the dead, he was lying beside her, panting. 'Good pussy. Good tight pussy,' he said. 'Gonna rest and then plug your asshole, Celeste.'
She opened her eyes and looked up at the mirror over the bed; the mirror that she and Hope had made love under so many wonderful times.
It was hard to make her mind work. Her eyes looked catatonic. There was no life left in them.
But she could see. She was a mess. Her hair was caked with sperm, and more of it covered her face from her nose to her cheek.
Then her eyes focused. 'Oh, my God.' She almost retched.
Her legs were pulled too far apart and one was at a crazy angle. She tried to move and the pain blinded her for a moment.
Jesus, she thought, he couldn't have done all that with just his cock. He must have shoved everything in the room up me.
Her eyes strayed to his reflection in the mirror. His cock was like a long, thick coil of rope where it drooped from his huge sac.
She could hear him snoring.
It was a painful crawl into the kitchen. But she made it. Coming back was worse. She blacked out several times. But Emilio was still snoring when she crawled up between his spread legs and wound one hand around his balls-and cock.
Her other hand was calm and steady as she took the sharp knife from between her teeth.
The way Lucille Carver attacked him the second they got to the bedroom, Wiley was sure she fully intended to carry out her threat to fuck his brains out.
He closed the door behind them and turned to find her naked body at his side. The swell of his cock through the material of his pants was pressed against the back of her hand. She squirmed a little as his hands worked along her belly just above the thumping triangle of her seeping cunt.
The fingers roamed softly and smoothly over her rippling, lightly undulating hips, making them bounce from the sensation of his hot, roaming hands.
His cock, against the back of her hand, was throbbing a little more now and straightening out. He looked down at her, watching her eyes to see if there wag any reaction besides pure lust.
There wasn't.
'We just gonna play, handsome?… or we gonna fuck?'
Suddenly, without warning, he slid his hand up between her legs until his probing fingers found the pulpy lips of her pussy. Then he shoved two of his thick, hard fingers up between the lips of her cunt.
Lucille's legs flew clear apart and she hunched her cunt up over the fingers. She moaned out the lust of her feelings and he pressed harder with his digits into her cuntal flesh.
'Oh, shit… oh, oh, oh,' the redhead groaned as his fingers found their mark.
'That answer you?'
'Yeah, lover. It sure the fuck does.'
She could take the teasing no longer. She tore and ripped at his fly until she had it open. She plunged her hand inside, his pants. He wore no underwear. She found his cock at once and brought it out into the open.
'Oh, my God,' she gasped. 'It's as big as you are! Beautiful!'
He said nothing but added a third finger to the two already in her pussy and then started finger-fucking her even harder.
His big cock was twitching and jumping in her hands. She took his jerking meat between both her hands and slowly slid the sensitive foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head with awe.
With his free hand, Wiley continued to rub the redhead's passion-ridden body, stimulating it more with every touch. Her soft flesh was tingling and shaking with desire for what she held in her hands.
She looked up at him with pleasure and satisfaction on her face and took a firmer hold on his huge cock. She teased and tickled the hot, rubbery head and watched as a droplet of white cum oozed from the winking tip.
He thrust his hand farther up her cunt and moved his fingers around and around the soft inner walls of her hole.
Lucille moaned loudly and her whole body shook and jerked as she felt the pleasure of his hand sliding back and forth in her hole and against her hardened clit.
She bent her head slowly around and almost without knowing it took his jerking cock into her moist mouth and started sucking the head of it.
The rich, masculine odor that rose from his prick and the balls between her fingers filled her nostrils and excited her body. She trembled and shook violently from the ecstasy and excitement she felt as her head spun slightly from the smell of his hot, moving body.
Her loving, moist lips slid farther down onto his cock, an inch at a time, as the bittersweet taste of his cam filled her mouth just as the odor had already filled her nostrils.
Wiley bucked his huge prick to her, and shoved it farther into her anxiously sucking mouth.
'I thought you said you wanted to fuck.'
'Goddam,' she breathed, lifting her face from the end of his throbbing dick. 'My fucking pervert husband is never gonna forgive me for not letting him watch this hunk pound my pussy!'
Wiley stripped. 'You can tell him all about it in detail.'
She took two long hops and sprawled across the bed, with her legs, her arms and her cunt wide open for him. 'C'mon, bore that big fucking tool into my pussy well!'
He fell across her, his hands groping for her mammoth tits. Her body bucked and thrashed beneath him.
Then she felt his prick between her thighs. The huge head was bouncing from leg to leg, moving steadily upward to her seething, cock-hungry pussy.
'I want it!' she shrieked. 'Oh, shit how I want it!'
But her next thought was, Jesus, can I take it?
She soon found out that his fingers had done the job of preparing her only too well. She was more than ready to accept the full brunt of his enormous cock in her lust swollen cant hole.
Wiley pumped his body up and down on top of her; wildly dry-fucking her.
Finally he raised his prick a little higher than before. As he shoved his muscular thighs down to meet hers on the next plunge, his big, throbbing cock thrust itself into the hot, steaming lips of her waiting pussy.
'Yes! Oh, shit yes!' she cried.
He pounded wildly and furiously into her bucking hole. Her panting and moaning became louder and louder as the pressure of his thrusts increased and became, more rapids He was moaning and panting, too, a little lower
