Now as they entered the bedroom together, Grace's fingers gave his painfully hardened cock a final playful squeeze and, before his very eyes, she raised her arms to lift the scanty sheath dress over her head with one sweeping motion and threw it onto a chair. She stood completely naked before his gaze, her breasts standing out in front of her as firmly as a young girl's, the rosy pink nipples erect in the center of their aureoles. Seeing his lustful eyes fixed on her rounded white mounds, Grace cupped them in her hands and squeezed them tantalizingly, letting her fingers play over the upthrust rubbery buds of her nipples. Her lewdly suggestive action caused his cock to jerk up into even greater hardness, and she riveted her eyes on its thickness, watching its pulsating, blood-filled tip a moment before commenting, 'I like it. It's going to feel good going up inside me. Oh God, I want it in me.'
Tommy stood transfixed like a saint before a vision of heaven as her hands slipped down from her breasts over the taut smoothness of her belly, his eyes following as they traced the outward-flaring curve of her full hips and then moved slowly toward the thin curls of the blonde triangle nestled up between her statuesque, marble- white thighs. She clasped the provocative, hair-covered mound with both hands, her fingers disappearing into the barely visible pink layers of flesh surrounding the opening to her vagina.
My God, what a woman, Tommy thought as he looked on at the obscene spectacle she was giving him. If only my wife Linda would act this way sometimes!
In front of him, Grace Furness probed into the pliant outer flanges of her own moistening cunt, the middle finger of her right hand finding and massaging the tiny quivering bud of her clitoris. She groaned loudly this time and pressed her full resilient thighs tightly together around her fingers, her whole body beginning to undulate slowly before him like a mesmerizing serpent.
Then, without warning, she flung herself back onto the bed behind her, drawing up her knees and spreading them wide apart to reveal to his eyes her pinkly glistening pussy-lips.
'Oh God,' she moaned, staring wide-eyed past the twin mounds of her upward heaving white breasts at his wildly jerking bone-hard cock. 'Get your clothes off before I die. I want you to fuck me.' She squirmed and twisted her buttocks tightly down into the mattress as she repeated the lewd, lust-inciting phrase over and over, the obscene words on her sensual lips exciting him into a crescendo of rising passion.
Tommy began desperately stripping his few clothes from his body, dropping his already opened gym pants and shorts to the floor and almost ripping off his t-shirt, finally standing over her writhing body with his cock pointing at the ceiling in nakedly throbbing erection. Grace Furness lifted her body slightly from the bed as she arched her back in excitement, as if raising her openly spreading cunt up to him in sacrifice, her eyes remaining riveted on his thickly menacing shaft standing out in the air.
Then he lay down on the bed beside her, his breath coming faster and faster as he pulled her gently undulating body over to him with his strong young arms. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them; they were beautifully firm and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against his and she raised her face up hungrily to his, locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand searched down between their bodies for the hardness of his penis. Tommy gasped as her startingly cool fingers closed around his rigidity and pulled him forcefully closer to her, crushing the full length of her body against his. She was grinding her pelvis tightly into his loins, and then she suddenly twisted her body, pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them. Their lips were still moistly pressed together, hers soft and giving under his harsher pressure, tiny chills flying over his skin as her tongue darted like a wet penis in and out of his mouth in a motion to match the obscene thrust of her loins up against his.
His still expanding, throbbing cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow wetness of her eager cunt that nibbled like another mouth at its turgid tip-end. She arched her body for a moment levering them both up off the bed and, reaching back under her buttocks with both hands, stretched her vaginal lips slowly apart. She pushed her openly spread pussy-mouth up into greater contact with the sensitive flesh of his hotly pulsing hardness and held herself like that for a moment, the gently clasping slit teasing and sucking at his distended glans.
'Oh God, you feel nice,' she whispered up into his mouth, slipping her hands out from under her, her nails trailing across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, once again cupping the fullness of her clenching and unclenching ass-cheeks in his palms and jerking her moistly receptive pussy tighter up against him. He moved up and down slowly, feeling her beginning a more desperate rotation under him until her legs, without warning, snaked out wider on either side of his body, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, urging him tighter into her.
'Ohhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now!' she moaned into his mouth, her eyes shut tight, her pelvis grinding in little circles. Tommy groaned as he felt the soft silky hair around her vagina graze teasingly against the pulsating, blood-filled end of his cock, forcing it into greater hardness from the excruciating pressure.
Unable to hold back another second, Tommy flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove his cock with flesh-separating insistence up into the rubbery hot moistness of her pussy.
'Ohhhhhh!' she moaned beneath him, a sensual flutter in her voice. He felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over his nakedly sensitized rod. It entered with a slight resistance of her velvety flesh, as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time, except that it was better because he knew she was controlling her vaginal muscles that way to give him infinitely more pleasure. He relished the knowledge that it would be like this every time he fucked her, 'cause he sure didn't intend for this to be the last time. This is what the young husband had hoped for in his own wife, but, if he couldn't get it there, then Fred's wife, Grace could give it to him. He was learning, and learning fast, what a woman who liked to screw could do, and he wasn't going to do without this unbelievable pleasure any longer.
His long thick cock raced steadily up into her cunt to the deepest reaches of her belly that clasped warm and tight at first like a moist tongue wrapped around the full aching length of his hardness, then easier as the inner vaginal walls accepted his presence and lubricated the way with hotly flowing fluids.
Then, suddenly, he hit bottom, his heavy balls slapping up hard against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.
Grace Furness moaned a low animal-like cry beneath him, twisting reflexively on his skewering penis from the sudden unexpected pain of his complete penetration, but he thrust harder, screwing his pelvis even tighter into her loins. He could feel their pubic hair twisting together as he strove for all he was worth for the greater contact he was making inside against the quivering tip of her cervix.
Now she was spitted on his steel-hard length and he lay on her for a moment to allow the pain of his sudden entry to subside, proud that he could hurt her this way. It was the age-old ritual of a man subjugating a woman to his will, and he reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's wife impaled beneath him. Then he flicked the end of his blood-swollen cock again, bringing another low moan from between her firmly compressed lips. He had raised his head up from hers now, and he watched the lust-inciting distortions of her pretty face as it reflected the feelings his cock was causing inside her body.
Slowly he felt her tensed loins relax under him and begin a gentle massage-like oscillation around the thick hilt of his cock buried up inside her like a sensory sword. Tommy ground his pelvis jammed against hers into the squirming saddle of cuntal flesh, and she strained up to him, arching her back so that it lifted them both up off the mattress. She trembled ceaselessly beneath his body grinding into hers, opening and closing her legs around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. Gradually her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man's world itself, a savage bleating that matched the steady pulsation now beginning where their loins locked desperately together and the rhythmic regular in-and-out motion up between her quivering thighs.
Tommy could feel his cock expanding and growing inside her as he slowly but surely answered her gentle rocking movements, pulling his hardness out barely an inch at first before driving it back in hard against her palpitating womb, then gradually out a little more, then farther and farther. Finally his cock, now glistening with her cuntal juices, slipped all the way out until just the bulging glans at the tip remained embedded inside her, then he stroked again and again into the warm oily moistness of her clinging pussy, his testicles each time banging heavily against her softly rounded buttocks below.
His friend's blonde wife suddenly threw her arms loosely out to the sides on the bed, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations their instinctively matched thrusting motions gave to her body. Tommy raised himself up on his hands spread on the mattress beside her head, enjoying watching the ecstatic expressions on her face. Her mouth was hanging slackly open as she flailed her head from side to side in abandon, her long blonde hair whipping back and forth on the red colored bedspread, ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds
