Scott tore at his clothes as though he were trying to destroy them, and as she watched him, Monica sat down on the edge of the couch, her legs wide apart, her pussy tingling with anticipation. Maybe she would have him fuck her both front and back, reaming her out entirely. She knew he could do it. If he had anything, Scott had staying power. That was why she came back to him time after time.
As he pushed his pants down over his trim buttocks, Scott whispered huskily, "Why don't you bend over the couch?"
"Whatever you like, Darling. But don't you want me to suck your cock a little first, get it all wet and slippery so that it'll slip in without hurting my asshole?"
Scott nodded assent, too overcome with sexual arousal to speak. He moved to her in his nakedness, and the woman reached out with demanding hands and gripped his throbbing penis. She held it gently, massaging it lightly, feeling his velvety knob and stiff, rock like shaft. Then, with her free hand, she reached in behind to caress his big balls.
Scott let out a low, quiet grunt of satisfaction. He knew one thing for certain, and that was that Monica knew what it took to satisfy a man. She was the most expert of all the women he had yet known, and he intended to use her in every possible lewd way.
Monica bounced his gonads in her palm. They felt big and full of cum, and she thought of how much male juice he could shoot up into her bowels. The idea of all that slippery cream inside her anal passage, coating it and turning it white with its warmth excited her even more, and she felt the tingling, pinprick sensation in her crotch increase in intensity. Suddenly, her eyes on his cock, she bent forward, her mouth open wide. As always, she had to fight to make his big, pulpy knob fit into her hot mouth and, for a moment, she was afraid she would not be able to do it. Scott was so excited, his penis seemed even more enormously swollen than usual. Then her lips slid over the pulsating tissues of his head and gripped his hard shaft.
"Oh. Baby, Baby, suck me good." Scott moaned, his mouth gaping open as he gasped for breath.
Slowly and tantalizingly, Monica withdrew her hot mouth from his huge, throbbing cock shaft. The length of it glistened with her slippery spittle. "There," she said, smiling up at him. "It's ready now."
"You gonna let me take you up the ass?" Scott whispered, his voice hot with raw lust.
Monica nodded her head, her eyes smoking with passion. Slowly, she got up from the couch and bent over it, bracing her arms on the back and leaning over the cushions, her lovely, full breasts swaying and her lush buttocks presenting themselves to him for total violation.
"Aw, Christ, I haven't done this for so long, I can hardly remember the last time," Scott said, half to himself.
"Don't think about the last time, think about now, only now and how wonderful you're gonna make us both feel," Monica ordered huskily, swaying her buttocks rhythmically back and forth before his eyes.
With a gasp of passion, Scott gripped her hips in his strong hands. He snuggled up against her, the throbbing knob of his cock nudging against her tight anal opening. He moved slowly, rotating his own hips and hers, letting the dripping head of his prick rub salaciously up and down the crack of her ass, teasing her and teasing himself with the waiting. Reaching back impatiently, Monica grasped the shaft of his cock and guided it back to her taut rosebud.
"Fuck me," she hissed through tightly clenched teeth. "Fuck me hard up the ass. NOW!" She held his cockhead against her demandingly and wriggled her buttocks against it, inviting him into her rectum.
Scott paused, his throbbing corona firmly inside her anal gateway. "You okay?" he whispered into her ear. "I don't want to hurt you."
Monica nodded her head, the perspiration breaking out on her smooth forehead. "Yes," she replied, her voice breathless, "It's all right. Sometimes it just takes me a minute to get used to it."
Scott threw his head bask and cried out loud in triumph. His prick was buried all the way to the hilt in the tightness of Monica's milking asshole. He could feel her ring of muscle clamping as tightly as a cock ring around the root of his pulsating cock, and he wanted to stay inside her forever. It was so warm and encircling that he felt as if his whole life were centered lewdly in his burning, tingling groin. As he moved against her ass, his wiry pubic hair scrubbed against her tender skin, making her wince.
"You're in me, aren't you?" Monica whispered, her fevered voice filled with awe.
"Your damn right I'm in you, Babe. I got it stuck clear up into your hot guts, and I love it. It feels good."
"It feels good to me too," she said, gripping him more firmly than she had before. She giggled. "I love it as much as you do, even more. It feels so real in there, like it belongs."
"You got it, Babe," Scott grunted. The beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, and he trembled all over with total excitement. "Brace yourself, Monica. Here it comes. I'm gonna ride your beautiful tail until I blast a gallon of cum into you." Slowly and enticingly, he drew his huge erection out. Looking down between them, he could see her rectum pulling out along with it, pouting as he left her, trying to hold onto him as though she could not bear to give him up. The shaft of his prick was shiny and wet with the juices of her ass. When only its head was still buried, he paused for a second, letting her feel the throb of it. Then he pulled her body back to meet him as he pushed the whole length of his burgeoning cock back up her receptive, grasping ass.
He stroked in and out of her slowly, kindling her perspiration covered body to new heat. "Oh, Man, Man, Man!" Scott groaned. "This is wonderful, just wooooooonderful." Every time he pushed in, her anal sleeve seemed tighter and more constricting than before. He reached around in front of her and squeezed her soft, spongy breasts in both hands. He twisted the nipples with his fingers, making them stand out even more erect than before.
Monica moaned. The pain of his pinching her coursed through her quivering, mindless body, and sent her to new depths of raw passion.
Scott began stepping up his pace until his gigantic cock was ramming and pulling out like a living piston. Monica pushed back against him, pushing her buttocks lewdly into his flaming hot groin.
"Harder!" she shouted. "Fuck me harder up the ass." Grunting passionately, Monica, spinning, spinning off into climax, tossed her head from side to side, her eyes turning up in their sockets. She was in a world apart now, a place of total satisfaction, a place her lout of a husband could never take her. Her climax did not slow her down. She was ready to go on forever, coming and coming and coming again while Scott screwed her tender, throbbing nether hole.
"Get ready to thank me for my hot, runny juice, Baby!" Scott cried, panting as he kept ramming his cock into her, his lower belly spanking against her white buttocks, filling the room with salacious slapping sounds.
Suddenly, Scott's taut body was jerking with orgasm. He tightened his grip on her hips, slamming his cock into her ass while at the same time, pulling her back against him, forcing his fountaining cock further into her rectum than it had gone before. Hot, richly thick cream shot way up into her bowels, flooding her squirming body, filling her completely with the warmth of his ejaculation. His big prick shot and throbbed and expanded to new thickness until he did not believe it possible.
Scott let out a low groan. He felt as if his balls were emptied for life. The grip of his hands on her hips began to relax, and he felt weak and ready to pull away.
Monica was not about to have that. She was only starting. As she sensed that Scott's erection was beginning to lessen, she gripped it with her educated ass muscles, fleshy hips and buttocks flexing and rotating around him, trying to stimulate him to renewed hardness, trying over and over again to coax him back to his huge, erect size.