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If you are under age 18 please EXIT NOW!
This story is about real people having real sex, is based on real
events, and is an expanded version of a previous posting, done to bring
the story more in line with the truth.
MEG LOVES IT - Chapter 1
Ben Brown, age 18, drove Meg out to the clearing near Stone's
bridge. As soon as he killed the engine he turned to her and said,
"Meg, let's get married."
"Ben, I'm only 17, can't we wait a bit?"
"No, I can't wait much longer." He put his hand on her leg and began
to slide it toward her crotch. She slapped his hand and cried out,
"Ben, for god's sake, THAT is going to wait until we're married."
She bit her lip as she realized Ben had stopped feeling for her pussy
as soon as she said "no." Most boys she went out with didn't.
Two weeks before her wedding Meg went out with the gang for the last
time. Six of them squeezed into Jack Park's car; Meg climbing in on Ben
Brown's lap. For all of them, a game, a dance, an outing of any kind
was unthinkable without Meg. Her breasts and ass were gorgeous. She
was beautiful in a mysterious way, but you didn't think of her that way:
her beauty was not the conventional kind. Her hair was a deep brown
with rich highlights, and unlike other girls it was usually in
pleasurable disarray. Her clear green eyes had tiny specks of gold in
them, and flashed and sparkled with impish spirits; her skin had a fine
warm peach glow, as if warmed by the sun; seeing her you thought of
dancing sunlight on rippling waters. Her prominent breasts were a
promise to randy males. The cheeks of her bouncing rear a stronger
promise. It was in the way she handled her body - that swaying ass
movement that originated in the small of her back; she moved with an
ancient awareness of her body, erect, floating as a ballerina, which was
one reason she was destined to be so good at handling hard cocks in
bed. Her voice was pitched low - her laugh sweet and ringing - a fine,
unashamed laughter that made boys have strange feelings. She was, of
course, a superb dancer hiding a mysterious, curly-haired promise
between flashing legs.
As she bounced along in the car on Ben's lap (his cock hard beneath her
ass) she wondered if she could still be the pianist at the First Baptist
Church. Her thoughts clung to what had happened an hour before. Her
family had left for the movies, and as she stepped from her bath the
door chime clanged. She grabbed a house coat and answered the door.
Johnny Phillips entered without a word and began French kissing her as
his big hands roamed over her 36C breasts. He pulled the house coat off
of her shoulders and pulled her squirming body tight against his..
"Johnny," she cried, "Ben and I are going to be married in just a few
days!"
"Not until we've taken care of a little unfinished business." He said
as his hand found her clitoris and began teasing it.
"Oh, oh, oh, Johnny you mustn't!"
"Sweet baby, I know you want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"Yes....oh, no, I mean no! No, you idiot...NO! All of that is over,
Johnny, I'm going to marry Ben" She sank to the floor.
She felt his hard, throbbing cock sliding into her hot cunt even as his
tongue probed deep into her mouth. Her tongue danced and loved his as
it had so many times before in secret. She couldn't help lifting her
ass up as he began to pump his peter in out of her grasping pussy. "God,
you have a beautiful monster peter. I love it inside me...I need you to
fuck me." She spread her legs wide, flat on her back, and lifted her
feet toward the ceiling as he plunged that huge cock into her throbbing
pussy. She let out a little scream of pleasure and wrapped her legs
tight around him...and began gyrating her hips and bucking against him.
He smiled at her animal grunts of passion, but his face suddenly twisted
in pain. "My god, you're going to make me cum...oh, shit, you're the
best piece of ass I've ever had," he gasped.
Meg was moaning and and grunting, already having her first orgasm.
When she peaked she screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me. oh my god, fuuuck me!"
as spurts of hot cum filled her love tunnel. Johnny left with a smirk
on his face and she barely had time to douche and dress before Ben
arrived. A large cum-soaked spot remained unnoticed on the living room
floor.
It was several hours after midnight when she got back home and at last
slipped naked into her bed, still miffed because Ben had not kissed her
even once. Her hand began stroking her soaking wet pussy, wet at the
thought of Johnny's steel-hard cock. She began to exercise the love
muscle in her cunt, and one finger danced through the tangled pubic
hair, causing engorged cunt lips to open slightly and her clit to
tingle. She lifted her legs, forcing her cunt to open wider as she
began to work herself towards an orgasm. In and out her finger plunged
like a tiny man-cock, slipping back and forth in her cunt, dribbling
more and more of her love juices onto the bed. She thought of Ben, her
intended, and then of Johnny's big cock throbbing inside of her; moaned
and gasped as she felt a powerful orgasm starting deep inside of her,
suddenly her hips raised up off the bed and her back arched high and her
face contorted into a painful mask with her orgasm, a slight girlish
gush of sweet cum spurted from her 17-year-old pussy and splashed onto
the sheet.
A couple of days later, the owner of a local store, Sam Jones, (not his
real name) called to ask her to stop by his place to pick up a package
for her mom. "Sure thing," she said. Sam was about the same age as her
parents and an all around nice guy, so she was dumbfounded when she
entered his place and he started coming on to her, but the bulge at his
crotch was unmistakable. Her first thought was to get the hell out of
there - fast! But she was in the middle of the room and Sam was
standing in front of the only exit door.
"Sam, you're married with two kids. Let me out of here."
"Baby, please just hear me out, that's all I ask. Hear me out."
"Sam, you're much too old for me. I'm only seventeen, and besides I'm
getting married in less than two weeks...two weeks!"
"Baby, I know all of that. I know, but...uh, you see, for ever so long
I can't quit thinking of you. I dream about you all the time."
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She
tried to pull away, but her body responded ever so little to the
pressure of his hard cock between her legs. "Sam, don't," she said,
albeit half heartedly.
She nestled against him, her nipples erect and brushing over his hairy
chest. Somehow they ended up without any clothes on. He held her naked
waist in his hands and eagerly explored her body. He felt the strong
fullness of her hips. His touch aroused her beyond all belief. She
forgot who he was and pushed up to him. For a tortuous moment, she
sought in vain for fulfillment. She would be suspended forever, she
feared, his peter beckoning like a star beyond her reach. Then he was
within her. She moaned with pleasure and he murmured softly. As he
fucked her he kissed her and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Both
hungrily sucked and tongued the other as his cock swelled and throbbed
within her. He was untiring. He would not come. Meg was waiting now
to have an orgasm with him, but he postponed and postponed it. She
whimpered and cried out for fulfillment, grunting with passion, but he
took her ever higher and higher. He wanted to linger, to feel her body
forever - she somehow knew he really meant this, he really had strong
feelings for her. "Now!" she cried as dazzles of electricity tore at
her guts, and he at last allowed them to become one, releasing his love
of jetting cum within her open cunt. Later, he said, "You are the first
one to have the right rhythm for me, most are too hasty, and I
panic...women taking their pleasure without seeming to know I'm there."
For the first time she really saw his superb body. God, if only he were
twenty years younger!
Years later, every man and boy in town who had ever been lucky enough
to get into her panties would swear that Meg Brown was the best piece of
ass around. Prime! When she was only 14 her grandma had taught her how
to use her cunt to get maximum satisfaction. Grandma would say ,
"Imagine you are urinating in the bushes and you hear someone coming.
How do you stop pissing? You tighten your love muscle! See, you've
been doing it for a long time and didn't even know it. Practice
contracting that "love muscle" and you'll learn how to grasp a cock with
your pussy. Pretend you're peeing and then stop it. Do it many times.
Tighten the muscle, relax, move your legs apart a little." Meg was a
fast learner, and allowed few night to pass without frigging herself
over and over.
"Practice, practice, practice," grandma advised, "and instead of
holding the cunt muscle tensed, you must tense and release it quickly
many times, causing a fluttering feeling. You'll like that. Your pussy
muscle will tire, but by steadily increasing the exercises you'll build
up strength and control. By the time your able to do fifty squeezes
you'll probably be having intense orgasms, and then when you fuck
you'll have many, many more!"
Grandma taught her about the "love spot" in her love tunnel: The spot
on the upper vaginal wall holding the secret to deep, satisfying sex.
But probably the best thing grandma ever did for Meg was a gift bestowed
just after Meg first saw "Gone With The Wind." It was Ann Edwards'
book, "Vivien Leigh: A Biography"
Vivien, the female star of the movie, loved hard cocks and in real life
couldn't get enough of being fucked. She was a true nymphomaniac. When
fucking, she became sexually ravenous and threw caution to the winds
while indulging her gluttonous sexual appetite, exciting her raw lust
with uninhibited fucking, and often taking on many men.
Edwards relates how at a Hollywood party she invited almost every man
there to meet her in an empty bedroom where most of them fucked her. By
3 in the morning, the men had gotten all they wanted, but Ms. Leigh was
on the bed begging the four or five men still in the room: "Please,
please, one of you fuck me just one more time." Meg determined then and
there to get her share of fucking, and from that moment on, once her
motor got started there was no stopping her until she had had satisfying
sex and lots of it.
Now married, Meg had a problem. Her husband, was not skilled at
lovemaking and he almost always had his climax within thirty or forty
seconds of poking his ordinary prick into her needy cunt, and their
lovemaking was a farce as far as she was concerned. As a result,
every man she met aroused her, causing her panties to dampen.
Meg always got her share of strange stuff while husband, Ben, never
suspected, but what finally set her free from Ben's boyish attempts at
sex , and put her on the sure path of fucking whoever she wanted
whenever she wanted, happened on her seventh wedding anniversary. She
had asked Ben to go on a trip back to the little Southern Oklahoma town
where they had first fallen in love in hopes of rekindling his lost
desire. They had taken the back roads because she wanted once more to
see the old parking places and "lover's lanes" were they had made out
when they were teenagers. The mere thought of "doing it" back then began
to turn her on. Just thinking about it made her cunt dampen and itch
with desire. "When we get to Stone's bridge," she said hopefully, "let's
stop and make love." He smiled absently. Little zips and zaps of
electrical energy began to zing through her body. Maybe it wasn't too
late to teach him how to French kiss and use his tongue to eat her, and
how to make it last until she was begging for release. She stretched
like a tigress in heat. They were just approaching the shaded grove
near the bridge where she had "made out" many years ago, when the car
engine suddenly began sputtering, jerking, and finally stopped. At
first, she thought Ben had cut the ignition, but such was not the case.
"Damn!" Ben swore, "Five miles from nowhere...what pisses me off is
that we just had the damned Oldsmobile serviced and tuned up yesterday."
_______________________
Tony Spivey had been working as a mechanic at the Johnson Oldsmobile
place for more than a year. The young mechanic, 21, was handsome by any
measure, built like a Greek god, and drew the eyes of any girl or woman
happening by, but he usually ignored them. He paid women little
attention unless they fitted in with his far out sexual fantasies. He
dreamed of women stunningly beautiful, but they must be happily married
to some other guy. What Tony desired above all else was beauty and
sexuality in a real lady who belonged to another man. That was his
thing.
Yesterday, when Ben and Meg had left their Oldsmobile for service, Tony
had immediately been excited by the luscious Meg who obviously was in
the
sole possession of another man. And her ass bounced just right when
she walked away from the car. She was the kind of mature woman with a
place
firmly fixed in society that got his blood racing and pecker up. He
felt his cock jerk and swell in his tight jeans as he gazed hungrily at
her. He had stayed out of sight because he didn't want them to see him
or connect him in any way with the Oldsmobile agency. But he lost no
time asking the service manger to assign their car to him, something the
service manager was all too happy to do.
On his way home from work Tony imagined himself fucking Meg. He was
very talented artistically, and as soon as he had locked the door he
began to make a large sketch of her. Of course he drew her nude, and
his rendition on poster sized paper rapidly began to come alive as he
filled in the details. Her cunt gaped open slightly and white cum was
dripping out. She had a look of pain on her face and her eyes held a
pleading look as if to say, "Oh, God, yes! Please fuck me!"
He pinned the drawing next to the full length mirror and began to
stroke his cock as he looked at her. After a few minutes he knelt
before the drawing and began lightly licking Meg's cunt-on-paper.
His eyes shifted to his image in the mirror. He was tall and powerfully
built, with sinewy shoulders and athletic legs. There wasn't an ounce
of fat on his trim waist. He imagined Meg watching him, and in his
imagination he followed her gaze down into his nest of thick, curly
pubic hair. "Ahh, now that's what I call a man-sized cock!" he said,
smiling as her paper eyes watched greedily, obviously checking out his
large peter.
He took the warm bottle of Corn Huskers Lotion from the top of the hot
water tank and applied a gob of the warm, slick stuff to his hand which
he began to slide lovingly back and forth on his peter. "Ah, Mrs.
Brown, it's soooo good!" The tip of his engorged cock was only inches
from Meg's paper cunt when thick, white cum spurted forth in powerful,
surging jets.
_____________________________________________________
Meg felt foolish sitting there in the stalled car with a wet pussy and
her husband thinking, not about her hot, slick pussy needing attention,
but a damned dead car engine. Finally, she asked, "Well, darling, what
now?"
Ben slammed the steering wheel with both hands and continued cursing.
He hadn't really liked this idea of visiting old haunts in the first
place. Then they both heard a car approaching from the rear, a beat-up
old Oldsmobile
driven by a young man. He stopped behind them and got out. "Good
afternoon. Car trouble?"
"Yes," Ben replied, "Our engine just suddenly stopped running." The
young man (very handsome, Meg noticed) smiled and said, "I'm a skilled
mechanic. In fact, that's how I earn a living. Why don't you wait over
there in the shade and I'll have the car running before you know it."
The first thing Tony did was remove the remote control switch, the one
he had planted the day before that had made it possible for him to
follow and disable their car at his pleasure. He quickly had their
Oldsmobile engine purring like a kitten. He turned and said, "My name
is Tony, and I wish you a pleasant journey from here on."
Meg glowed. "We certainly appreciate your taking the time
and trouble to repair our car, Tony."
"No big deal. It's my pleasure. Besides, it only took a few
minutes."
Ben held out a twenty. "We understand, but I still hope you won't be
insulted by at least a small token payment."
"Money's no insult, sir. Not to a pro. But if it's all the same to
you, I'd just soon settle for an hour or so fucking your wife."
Ben thought at first he hadn't heard correctly, But Tony wasn't
smiling and his voice was normal. Perhaps it was a gross bit of
locker-room humor somehow intended as a compliment by a young man who
thought it was gallant to tell a husband he fancied his wife. Then
anger flooded over him. "I don't think that's funny, you bastard."
"I didn't mean it to be funny. I just think your wife is a beautiful,
desirable woman...very fuckable...very fuctatious. The kind of woman
any red blooded fellow would want to shove his cock into. And that's
what I want to do." He wet his lips with his tongue in anticipation.
"I'd like nothing better than to fuck her and make her beg for more."
He gave Meg a disarming smile. "I promise you that you'll want more of
my cock, Mrs. Brown, and you'll beg for more."
Ben roared, "Get the hell out of here before I break your slimy no
good neck!" But the instant he started to move he saw the gun in
Tony's
hand. "If it's money you want, I have at least a couple of hundred
with
me. Also some credit cards. Leave my wife alone and I won't report
the
cards missing." Meg's mouth dropped open but her love tunnel was as
hot and wet as a cracked watermelon in the hot July sun.
"Sir, I'm no mercenary, Tony said, "I've already told you what I
want." He unzipped his pants with his left hand and allowed his hard
cock to leap
forth. "Isn't it a dandy, Mrs. Brown? Nine inches of pure heaven
waiting to service you, and you'll love the way it feels inside your
cunt."
"You sonofabitch! You'll have to shoot me first," Ben bellowed.
Tony raised the pistol and pointed it at Ben's face. "Don't do
anything to
make me pull the trigger. If I shoot you I'll also have to shoot your
wife.
Now be quiet while I fulfill the daydreams of this gorgeous woman
you've been keeping for me all this time."
Meg took a couple of hesitant steps in her high heels and her face
blushed crimson, because the smacking sound her cunt made as she walked
was clearly audible in the quiet clearing.
"Hear that?" Tony gloated, "She can hardly wait for me to slip it in
her." Turning to Meg he said, "I want you so badly I'd risk anything
to fuck
you right now." His cock jerked as he swung his head to look at
her. "I want you, Mrs. Brown, it's as simple as that. So please tell
your
husband not to do anything to stop us, because that would force me kill
both of you." His throbbing blue-veined cock jerked again, and his
words began to tumble over each other as his sexual excitement began to
explode.
She could see the drop of pre-cum on the tip of his cockhead, and knew
there'd be no turning back now, although a forced fucking was not
distasteful to her, she knew he wasn't thinking of the consequences.
Any thinking now was concentrated in his balls and swinging dick, and
she realized he needed the husband watching when he screwed another
man's woman. The danger and possible retribution were a part of his
thrill. Truth be told, she could hardly wait. Ben deserved this for
neglecting her sexual needs! She touched her hungry pussy.
It took Tony only a minute to tie Ben to a nearby tree after first
forcing him to drop his pants and shorts so he was bound naked from the
waist down. Turning to Meg he said, "Take off your clothes, too, Mrs.
Brown." He quickly stripped himself, careful to keep the gun in one
hand or the other at all times pointing at her.
Ben tried one more time. "All right," he said, "What does it take to
stop you? How much do you want?"
"You mean money?"
"What else?"
Tony gave Meg a long, raw, lustful look, and taking her arm, led her
to a patch of grass. "I'm afraid your husband doesn't really
understand. But you do, don't you? You KNOW it has nothing to do with
money, don't you, Mrs. Brown." He waited politely for her to respond,
using the time to securely tie Ben's feet, then he took a video camera
out of his car, started it rolling, and placed it on the hood pointing
at them. He checked to make sure the camera was pointed at Meg who
remained silent until he again said, "Take off your clothes, Mrs.
Brown."
Glancing at her husband apprehensively, she stood uncertainly in black
high heels and began slowly removing her dress, revealing the firm, soft
curves of her gorgeous body. Her black nylons, attached to her matching
black lace trimmed garter belt hugged her red nylon panties. She
wondered what he would think discovering that her panties were
crotchless, the kind made for lovers.
Tony stepped forward and took her in his arms, his boner against her
slit, his hands tight against her back. The faint scent of her delicate
perfume dizzied his senses. She felt him unhook her bra as his
throbbing cock rested lengthwise in her cunt crack like a rod of fire.
In spite of everything she could do her body began to react, and her
sexual dance of dreams began. Her belly was literally throbbing now
with sensual heat. Tony did nothing. He just held her close, breathing
softly into her ear, his cock hard against her slit felt wonderful
nestled in the gaping entrance at the crotch of her panties. She became
conscious of his man-smell, a heady, sensual aroma of stallion in heat.
His fingers slid under the straps of her garter belt, cupping her ass.
His cock jerked, but still his hips remained still and he did not pump
his ass or move his body at all.
But she did. She began to sway and her hips moved slowly back and
forth. It had been so long since...oh! Her hips were slowly undulating
as if to better experience his cock between her legs and hard against
her cunt. She tried to hold still, but couldn't. Now she could feel
his prick throbbing down there between her lips. Their sexual organs
were generating a smacking sound. She was careful not to look in Ben's
direction, wondering if he heard. What must he be thinking? But it
didn't matter now and she could no more still her body than still a
developing spring storm. Damnit! Ben shouldn't have neglected her as he
had!
As Meg approached orgasm her heart rate went crazy, she was panting
and groaning...her blood pressure went sky high, her pelvis went wild.
Her vulva was throbbing rhythmically almost to the point of grabbing his
surging penis. Her sensory nerves were at their peak, soaking up each
tiny drop of sensation of his vibrating cock against her. Her brain was
overloaded and her mind had lost track of where she was. She was barely
conscious as electric sensations raced up from her clitoris and bounced
through her nervous system. She cried out as her primitive self seized
control and her cunt expanded and tensed in fluttering orgasm.
Then she felt herself sliding back and forth along his cock, riding
it.
Wishing it would tip up and enter. Her thought processes went wild.
"Ooooohhh! Oooooooh, so gooood." Hearing that smacking sound of
juices...cock on wet cunt, was driving her crazy. "Oooohh, I love my
cunt
dripping and slick, sliding along his love pole. Close your eyes,
Ben. No way am I going home unfucked. Fuck. Yes, I want to fuck.
God, what's the matter with me. I can't fuck this gorgeous hunk right
here in front of my husband. But I'm going to. Aauugh. Jeez, oohh,
aauugh. I'm going to get the jism out of this young adonis into to me.
In, in, in. Oh, I have to get it in. For god's sake, why doesn't he
DO
something. I know. I'll get that monster in my mouth. That'll get
him!"
Tony let her body slide toward the ground, to her knees. Her mind
whirled. "Oh, what a beauty. Swollen, veined penis. I love this...I
love cock in mouth...to suck, suck! Oooooh, So good!" It was too big
to take it all in.
Suddenly, Tony pulled away and shoved her over onto the grass on her
back, and as she lifted her feet skyward, spreading them far apart, he
pulled and jerked frantically at her garter belt and panties, ripping
them down her legs and off. Quickly he mounted her and slid his
throbbing cock into her steaming cunt. She screamed in pleasure, and in
spite of herself, turned and looked at Ben. "Oh, Ben, this is so good.
Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! fuck me!" Through glazed eyes she barely
noticed Ben's raging hard-on as he watched her being fucked by a guy who
really knew how to do it properly..
Meg's nervous system had gone wild and she was yelling,
"Oh, yes, yeeesss! Oh, god, fuck me, fuuuucck me! Her gorgeous body
jerked and flailed about as electrical charges surged through her. Her
high heels were up in the air doing a helpless dance as her ass bounced
on the ground. Tony, unable to withstand this extraordinary display of
passion, began shooting powerful jets of hot cum into Meg's cunt. Ben,
still firmly tied, could plainly see the cum running back out of her
contracting cunt around the hilt of Tony's cock and running down his
wife's bouncing ass, and he listened in disbelief as Meg begged Tony to
keep on fucking her.
Tony and Meg lay together firmly clasped until their breathing returned
to normal. Finally, Tony stood and said, "Mrs. Brown, we haven't been
fair to your husband so why don't you just go over there and suck him
off." She shook her head in the negative so Tony sank back down to the
ground, spread her legs wide and began licking her cunt, giving her
sloppy and loud oral sex. His tongue did a rapid fire dance on her
clitoris which now was swollen and engorged, darting into her love
tunnel wet with her juices and his cum. Meg spread her legs further
apart and began moaning with pleasure. Tony was ecstatic. The musky
smell of fresh sex all over his face was so very exciting to him.
Meg was Jolted by his probing, flicking tongue. She began squirming
and rotating her hips, her breathing became ragged and uneven, and when
his vibrating tongue penetrated her she felt a tremendous force pushing
for release from deep within her. Her movements became frantic, almost
hysterical. "Oh, oh, oh! Please. Oh, yes, please now!"
Ben struggled at his bonds and cursed furiously, trying not to look.
Tony was beside himself with lust and desire for Meg's luscious
body. He felt the strong convulsions of her new, full orgasm -
felt her legs clamp hard around his head...felt himself losing control,
he climbed up her writhing body to fuck her again.
Meg was in the midst of one of the greatest sex experiences of her life
and she was deep into reckless, frantic desire. She felt his hands on
her knees, on her legs, the inside of her legs being pulled wide open.
This time he rode her a long, long time, and her orgasms came in waves
such as she had never known before. yes, yes, yes, my god, my god!"
Meg felt his jerking man-cock, felt his animal movements quicken. Felt
his swelling, savage need. Felt his bursting within her. She knew him
well...knew him well in her dreams. Oh, oh, oh! His buttocks pushed
and pulled, powering his strong, even strokes. Her legs jerked up and
out. Her whole body was being driven, she felt pushed down by his
ramming weight. She gulped a large swallow of air and yelled, "Daddy!
Daddy, help me!" An overpowering orgasm left her helpless and exposed
for all to see.
Meg stood up with trembling legs, revealing her ravished body with
Tony's cum running down the insides of her legs, her cunt gaping open
and pulsing like a living animal. Her wet tongue circled her lips,
revealing her animal lust as she slowly wrapped her arms around Tony as
he struggled to his feet. She began kissing him. When he responded
with ardor, she allowed her pussy to once more receive his newly aroused
cock. Her husband, Ben, could hear the smacking juices as Tony's raging
hardon slammed in and out of his wife's hungry cunt. Meg began grasping
and groaning in ecstasy, "Oh, uh, uh uh,oh, oh, oooouuh...oh, yes,
yes, oh, oh, oh, unh, unh, unnh,unh, oooooooooooooohunh!"
Tony pulled her back to the ground. Now he was on his back, his stiff
cock upright as he pulled her over him. On her knees, her trembling
body straddled his, placing his surging cock in her crack. Their heads
were away from Ben who was gazing unbeleiving at his wifes ass poised
over Tony's cock. Meg slid her right arm down between their bodies and
grasped his peter with her shaking hand, guiding the tip of it to her
grasping pussy. Slowly, her ass sank down allowing the head of his cock
entrance between her swollen lips. At the very start of the penetration
his cum gushed back out of her and flooded his swollen, blue-veined
cock.
"Don't do that to my wife," Ben cried out.
Meg's hips circled and danced ever faster in delicious, sexual rhythm,
she turned her head toward Ben, her face twisted in the pain of cumming
yet again. The only sound was the smacking of her grasping cunt on a
big, throbbing cock, as the air in the little clearing was impregnated
with the strong, musky smell of raw, fresh sex. Meg, fresh-fucked and
trembling in the aftermath, collapsed over Tony.
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