finger into her moist cunthole.
'Yeah,' he grunted. 'You want my cock, all right. But it turns me on to hear a girl ask me to fuck her, if she uses the right words. So do it.'
That gouging finger was making her squirm. She could just imagine how wonderful it would feel to have his cock up there, instead. Since the only way to get it would be to do as he asked, she gave in.
'All right,' she relented. 'Please – fuck me!'
He grinned, adding another finger to the one in her pussyhole, screwing her with them, making her hornier.
'How?' he demanded. 'With what? Where?'
'Good and hard!' she panted, her inhibitions fleeing. 'With – your cock! In my-my pussy!'
Peeling the dainty panties from her writhing hips, he rose up over her. Once she was totally naked, he shoved her legs apart, thrusting his cockmeat up her cunt in one powerful lunge. Cynthia gasped at his haste, putting her hands to his chest to ward him off. Just as quickly, she changed her mind, pulling him down to her in abandon and acceptance.
His lips possessed hers while his mighty cock drove in and out of her leaking pussy with strength and speed. She was getting fucked. Goddammit to her she was really getting fucked. Robert had come close to doing it like this a couple of times, but had backed off from following through. Alan was not only not backing off, he was charging, capturing her with his cock and mouth. It was nearly like being a virgin all over again.
He nibbled her ear, his cock slamming repeatedly into her cuntal sheath. She kit dazed by the ardent screwing he was giving her, not knowing quite how to react to the wild encounter.
'Well?' he asked. 'Do you like the way I fuck you? Tell me, Cynthia. And say it right.'
'I love the way you're fucking me!' she replied. 'It's like nothing I've ever had before.'
'Oh? Don't you and your husband fuck?' He had paused in the wonderful screw, looking into her hazel eyes. It was evident he wouldn't continue until she answered him.
'Not like this,' she purred.
Once more, he was jarring her with his cock. She ran her hands over his shoulders, clasping his cock with her cuntal muscles. The more he rammed her, the more she wanted. She couldn't get enough of that large prick. It heated her pussy until she burned all over. She sought the man's mouth, needing to kiss him while he fucked her. Whimpering, she put her tongue between his lips, trying to show him how eager she was for the wild fucking he had introduced her to.
Her kiss seemed to make him more horny. His asscheeks flexed up and down, pistoning his cockmeat into her syrupy pussy. His tongue wrestled with hers, while his hands found her tits and massaged them harshly. And the more he did to her, the more she wanted from him.
Keeping the kiss sultry and deep, Cynthia moved her hands down Alan's back until she could take hold of his churning asscheeks. Clutching the taut mounds, she pushed and shoved, directing him to lunge more strongly at her own thrusting hips. She wanted that cock in her farther, wanted it to rip the holy hell out of her pussy. She needed to have it, wouldn't be satisfied until she did.
While she struggled beneath him, he brought her legs up, bending them back, over her tits. He held his cockhead just inside her cunthole, a knowing grin on his face.
She squealed in shock when he plunged his large cock into her upturned pussy. He was hitting bottom with that big prick, fucking the shit out of her pussy. It was beautiful, exciting. Her orgasm swept down on her, as if out of nowhere.
'Oh, Alan!' she cried. 'I'm gonna cum! I-I – eeeaaaahhh!'
Thrashing about, she suffered the exquisite torture flowing through her. Robert had never made her cum so strongly, so well it had taken a stranger with a piledriving cock to do it, and she was certainly glad he had.
'Enough?' Alan grunted. 'Or would you like to cum some more?'
'More?' she panted, puzzled by the question. 'How?'
'You mean, you've never cum more than once?' he demanded.
'I – we – wanted to,' she revealed bashfully. 'Robert always shoots off too soon.'
Alan frowned at her. 'Poor baby. Here. Let me show you how nice it can be to cum and cum and cum.'
After he let her legs down, he played with her tits while he kept screwing her slowly. Her nipples were aching, they were so aroused. Her asscheeks were beginning to undulate, begging him to go ahead and shaft her. She was ready tort going, to be pounded solidly with his proud prick.
But he wouldn't increase the speed or depth. He held back, looking down at her with a questioning expression. As she continued to squirm in desperation, he just kept staring, as though waiting for something. With a start, she realized what he wanted.
'Fuck me, Alan!' she begged. 'Stop playing with my pussy and fuck it!'
A triumphant grin crossed his face as he began to do as she asked, his cock once more beginning to severely attack her cunt.
'Hey, you learn fast,' he praised. 'Okay, baby. Hard and deep is what you're gonna get.'
Once he positioned her bent legs over her tits, he fulfilled his promise immediately, rocking her as potently as he had before with his jolting strokes. His jackhammering cock seemed tireless, able to fuck her forever. Although she knew he would at some point have to cum, she was taken by the thought of being endlessly fucked. It made her pussy that much more wet, that much hotter. God, to have a cock like Alan's fucking her forever. The idea brought on her second climax, in a hurry.
'Aaarrggghhh!' she cried in passionate release.
Clawing at Alan's shoulders, her cunt spasming around the big cock and milking it, Cynthia fell willing victim to her orgasm. She tried to draw the prick deeper inside her, to get more pleasure from it, and shuddered in a mixture of relief and regret as she felt him begin to spurt.
'Dammit!' the man snarled. 'Shit, babe, I tried to wait. Honest.'
'It's okay,' she mewled. 'Maybe-maybe next time we can make it last longer.'
'Next time, huh?' he muttered, easing off her sweltering body. 'You mean, tonight?'
'Unless you've got other plans,' she said, painting at the windows. 'It's still snowing out there. So would you rather be building snowmen, or fucking me?'
'Fucking you, you hot-assed bitch,' he growled. 'You wait right here, and I'll be back later to satisfy your pussy.'
CHAPTER TWO
Since she had only one change of clothes, Cynthia decided that she should bathe before putting them back on. The sheet needed changing, she noticed as she got up. A large wet spot was on it, and it smelled of cum.
Hastily, she drew the sheet up to hide it. Should one of Alan's cousins come in, she wouldn't want him to know what had gone on. Once she had concealed the evidence of the thrilling fuck, she went into the bathroom and prepared to take a shower.
There was plenty of hot water, enough so she could enjoy herself. As her soapy hands washed away the traces of her delightful fuck with Alan, it was as though she could still feel his body next to hers, holding her, touching her. Even her cunt remembered the feel of his hard prick, plunging, attacking.
Moaning, she leaned back against the wall, letting the stinging spray invigorate her naked body. Her hand sought her tender pussylips, her fingers parting the soft folds. With the experience that countless frigging sessions had provided her with, she teased herself into a heightened state of need.
As she slid her fingers around in her juicy pussy, she could only think of Alan and his cock, his nice prick, and how well it could satisfy her.
She licked her lips, using her free hand to sensuously fondle her tits. Her nipples were stiff, throbbing. Her clit was pulsating, begging. She needed to cum, and cum bad.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. Thinking it was Alan, back for another round of hot sex, she turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. He couldn't have dropped by at a better time. Her fingers had primed her cunt so well that a cock would be most welcomed.
