it, the sensations torturing him, as he held the length of it in her, not moving yet and his whole being was there in his cock, inside her soft, smooth-walled passage.
Clay began to fuck into her with short, quick thrusts, upward into her pussy, standing there, between her legs, using the strength of his back and powerful legs to ram his huge member home into her tender and softly clasping cunt.
'Harder! Clay, do it faster, harder, deeper. Fuck me and make me feel it!' she gasped out to him.
His huge, blood-engorged member began to drive deeper and longer into her, its breadth pulling the soft, ragged edge of her furrow out with it on each outstroke, revealing the moist, pink lining of her pussy; then, on the plunging instroke, all of it was rammed back into her again.
The tiny Oriental wife could feel the giant staff of him rampaging into her generating her desire, and she could not get enough of him, as she incessantly urged him on with groans of pleasure, interspersed with her specific groaned out demands. Sometimes she chanted in rhythm of their thrashing bodies, her pelvis moving in opposition to him, wildly, in uncontrolled passion.
'Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Harder,' she screamed in a frantic need to be stuffed to the hilt with his cock.
Marsdale ground into his tiny wife, flexing his knees to gain more leverage and strength, as her buttocks squirmed, uncontrollably on the glass-topped table, reflecting her tiny puckered asshole back at him, her pelvis arching upward to take all of this thick cock into her.
'Cock! Cock! More cock!' she began to chant.
Then she began to moan with abandon, in ceaseless agony of delayed orgasm, as his giant cudgel pounded straight into her. Finally, she realized that they needed to be in a different position, so that he could get all of his length into her. She needed it to be deep, hard and punishing to bring her to the climax she so desired for future sanity.
Nina moaned in frustration, 'Get on top of me on the table. I can't get enough of your cock,' she demanded.
Her husband clambered to the cold glass table top and went straight into her again as she pulled her legs up, flexing them up to her chest, her breasts being smashed flat, when he came down on her, pinning her to the mirrored table like a butterfly specimen. He rammed his great prick all the way home in her cunt, his balls slapping against the tiny brown ring of her anus below.
'Clay! I can't cum like this! Shove your finger in my asshole. Make me cum, darling! Oh hurry! I want you in my asshole, too! Hurry, my darling! Fill me!'
Her husband became all the more inflamed as she kept asking him, urging him and demanding of him, rising to meeting his pistoning cock in her loins. He reached under her, watching the reflection of him lifting her buttocks, easily, driving his prick rhythmically into the moistness of her ever-demanding cunt. He located the crevice of her ass in the mirror and stretched it wide with his hands, searching for that softly pliant nether ring.
Now, he located it with his middle finger and lewdly slipped the tip of it into her wildly flexing rectum, working it in, gradually, until he felt the muscle ring give a little. He pushed harder and the elastic flesh of her anus relaxed, his finger going in to the first knuckle. He felt the shock of it in her body as she recoiled instinctively, screwing her buttocks down and back, away from that punishing digit penetrating into her tight asshole.
'Come on, Clay. Push it in all the way! Right up my ass!' she screamed.
Obediently, he jabbed his finger into her, all the way to the palm of his hand, reaching up into the sponginess of her rectum, burying it in her without mercy.
'Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! It hurts! Aaaaahhh! Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh! I luv it! Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!' she screeched.
The compactly built Oriental wife screwed her ass back against his finger, and he moved it in her, twirling it around in the flesh depths of her back passage. He could feel his prick through the thin wall of tissue separating her vagina from her anal passage as his fat, hardened rod of flesh moved in and out of her. Now, he began to move his finger in time to his cock, skewering her with both punishing instruments, reveling in the ecstasy of the dual ravishment.
Nina mewled, gurgled, moaned and groaned with passion, the sounds coming from deep in her throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure as he pistoned, smoothly, in and out of her cunt and wildly clenching tiny asshole simultaneously.
Clay knew that she was nearing her climax, as she continued to mouth obscenities, driving him onward to greater effort, his own passion rising and spiraling toward the summit and a final thrusting, jabbing, spewing ejaculation. His cock became even harder and stiffer, growing to full blood-engorged erection, and he was painfully aware of the dammed up flood waiting to be released.
She was wild, delirious and uncontrolled as she came nearer and nearer to her moment, that time of exquisite rapture.
'Oh fuck it! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Fuck me harder… oh, fuck… fuck meeeeeeeeeee!' she chanted in wild abandon, increasing the speed, demanding her rightfully due orgasm, and she began the rushing, spiraling, giddy flight to the heights, where she felt as though she were a parachutist bailing out of a speeding airplane at fifteen thousand feet, and she was falling free, spinning free in a fall through space, the earth rushing up to meet her in climax; then gently, the brightly-hued umbrella of the parachute exploded over her head and floated her gently back to earth. It was as in a dream that she heard herself.
'I'm cuuuuuuu mmmmmmm iiiiiii nnnnnnn ggggggg… aaaaaaaaaaaaaa hhhhhhhhhhhhh!'
As Nina screamed with the pleasure of her orgasm, Clay was spurred on to his own. He was in her, moving faster and faster, longer and harder and his hardened cock was like a machine, the piston of him moving in her with short, powerful strokes. He felt the load begin in his balls, pumping through the length of his penis, spewing in jerking jets of white viscous sperm far up into her cunt; while the spasms of pleasure shot through him in mind- shattering, body-reeling waves of sensuality. His cock continued to jump as he collapsed atop her with a huge groan of satiation.
'Jesus Christ!' he groaned. 'I'm still cumming… I'm uuuu nnnnn gggg hhh… ccc uuuu mmmmm iiii ninnnn ggggggg!'
In a few moments he rolled from atop her, his now flaccid prick pulling from her with a liquid, sucking sound, trailing a string of semen, as he crawled lazing from the discomfort of the glass table top where he had been able to see everything reflected back.
He went over to the bar and poured two fresh martinis, bringing one to his wife, who, meanwhile had slipped off the table and was now reclining on the brocaded sofa. A vision of golden Oriental loveliness against the whiteness of the rich fabric made his cock begin to pound once more.
As he stretched out beside her, handing her a drink, she said, 'You know I had a long talk with Alyce Frampton this afternoon, dear.'
Marsdale was immediately interested. 'And what did my nosy little wife find out?'
Nina inhaled deeply from her cigarette before she answered, 'You just can't credit it, Clay, but that ravishingly beautiful girl has never had a decent fuck in her life. She doesn't get off on sex at all. I guess she's only been married a few months but it appears that husband of hers doesn't know what to do with that big hunk of meat of his.'
'Well, I dare say, we can rectify that,' he said leeringly, reaching out for his wife's pubic mound, still moist from the pleasant departure of a few moments before.
Obscenely, Nina Marsdale opened her thighs wide to his exploring fingers, at the same time taking a large swallow of her martini.
Then, she said dreamily, 'I'd like to teach that husband of hers a few things… oh, that hunk of meat, Clay! It's too wonderful! Can we go back and look at that videotape you made?'
'Sure, darling, just promise me you won't leave your old daddy for one of those newer models.'
'Never,' she said, giving him a long lingering kiss.
Then, his rummaging fingers had found the bud of her clitoris, and he pressed the button of her sex, the explosion of sensation in her causing her to clamp her thighs tightly together, clamping his hand closely against her, heightening her pleasure. Then, her pelvis began to move in tiny circles of fully re-awakening desire.
'Oh, Clay, there will never be anyone else like you,' she squealed, as she flung herself atop him, pinning his body to the couch, her lips and mouth avid upon him.
