Ray Strong

Overeager young stuff

Joe Barcone had been born horny. From the time he was old enough to understand why men had cocks and women had cunts, Barcone was continually burying his meat in one hot twat or another, never able to completely cool the heat inside him. Had he decided to make his living as a stud, he would have made a fortune. For some unexplainable reason, Joe Barcone could fuck twenty-four hours a day, if necessary, and on some days it was definitely necessary just to burn off the excess heat inside him.

Joe wasn't tall, only about five-feet-nine, but he had the kind of face designed to make women go crazy. Although his body wasn't the equal of his extremely handsome face, he had an adequate physique. His hair was short and dark, his eyes seemed to pierce a girl's soul, and he had a sexy mustache which drove women crazy, especially when he ate their cunts.

No one thought Barcone would ever marry. He was having too much of a ball with all the different pussy he was fucking. But Joe met Margaret, and Margaret was the one woman in the world who understood his need for more than one cunt. Too, Margaret was too good a fuck to let go.

They moved into a nice little suburban home after a three-week honeymoon, and in order to celebrate, they spent ten hours in bed, during which time he fucked her incessantly. When she thought it was over, she went and bathed, then, wrapped in a towel, returned to the bedroom.

Margaret approached Barcone, letting the towel fall away, and he noticed again the superb structure of her legs and thighs. The flesh was firm, pink, curving where it should curve, leading to the juncture between her thighs where the hair was light brown, and not the golden color of the hair on her head. The lips of her cunt were a healthy pink, pouting at him, challenging him to part them the way he had all the previous night.

Margaret felt a heated desire beginning to build inside her merely from the way Barcone was looking at her. As she neared the short, muscular man, he reached up and pulled her down on the bed. His mouth covered hem, his burning tongue searching behind her hungry lips for her own tongue. His kiss was light, yet intense. His hands began to lightly roam across her thighs, running up the smooth curve of her heaving belly, lightly touching her small navel. She realized she was about to be fucked again.

The instant Margaret felt his sure hand, her legs spread, waiting for his fingers to dip into the delightful vee of her snatch. Her cunt was on fire again, aching to be filled as it had been filled so many times the previous night.

Barcone let his lips work down from her mouth, past her solid tits and flat stomach directly to her thighs. As his lips burned her inner thighs, Margaret shut her eyes and forgot she had to go to work. Barcone's mouth, hot, moist and tantalizing, ran up and down her thigh, sending tiny shivers up and down her spine. He let his tongue run down one leg and up the other, always remaining on the inside, stopping and letting his teeth touch her without actually biting. He spent lengthy, delicious moments kissing the soft flesh behind her knees, and then letting his dry tongue run all the way up to the crevice where her, leg joined her body. And just when she thought he would plunge his tongue into her cunt, he zipped right back down along her thigh. Her cream came bubbling out of her pussy in thick waves, coating her cuntlips and her inner thighs.

Shockwaves of passion exploded from her enlarged clit, and Margaret knew she was ready to come. It took a supreme effort of will to stave off the climax, because she knew it would be better if she waited.

"Oh God!" she moaned, grinding her ass deeper into the bed.

Barcone began licking the split between her juicy cuntlips, letting his nose touch her clitoris. Margaret felt her entire being now centered where his tongue teased her. She thrust her loins upward in an effort to feel his tongue inside her sapping gash, grinding around and around in the hope he would plunge his slithery tongue into her cunt.

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed as two of his fingers now traced a path along the crack of her cunt. And then a finger slipped in and she could feel his knuckles press into the tenderness of her hungry pussy.

This was a fantastic man. Margaret had been fucked royally from the time she was sixteen, and now she felt like a virgin again. This was a true expert, and his teasing was driving her crazy. Compared to Barcone, all other men had been little boys.