Chapter 1
"How about letting me buy you a drink?" Lynn said, her voice deep and sexy.
Mark Howard was shocked by the suddenness of the beautiful woman's question. Even though McNabe's was crowded that night, the young man couldn't help but notice Lynn sitting next to him at the bar. The sight of her thrillingly long legs was enough to make his cock throb with excitement.
"Well, how about it?" Lynn Wallen insisted, amused by the hot looks her legs were getting.
"Sure," was all Mark could say, his throat dry just from the sound of her husky voice.
The young secretary knew what she wanted, and knew just how to go about getting it. There were plenty of guys drooling for a chance just to talk to the stunning woman, but she wanted no part of them. Lynn never waited to be picked up. She always did the choosing. And with her body, Lynn could get any man she wanted.
And right then and there, she wanted Mark Howard. He certainly wasn't the best looking guy in the place, but there was a look about him that excited her. From the moment she laid eyes on Mark, Lynn knew she could wrap him around her little finger. She knew he would satisfy her every desire, no matter how twisted or perverted.
"What'll you have?" the bartender asked.
"Two scotch and sodas," Lynn replied, not bothering to even ask Mark.
The dominance of the beautiful woman made Mark Howard's entire body tremble with lust. Aggressive women always made the docile man's prick stand on end. As his growing erection pressed against the tight material of his pants, Mark allowed his eyes to take in the fullness of the forceful woman's body.
Lynn sipped her drink slowly, her lips curled up into the sweet smile of triumph. She could almost hear the pulsing throb of Mark's blood rushing to the tip of his swollen cock.
Mark's eyes focused on the very tip of this beautiful stranger's foot. Even in the shadowy darkness of the bar, he could see the shine reflecting off the smooth leather of her shoe. For a moment, Mark imagined himself pressing his quivering lips to the cool leather, as he knelt before her.
But the rest of Lynn's body drew Mark's gaze like a magnet. His eyes caressed her thin ankle, the hard shapeliness of her strong calf, the perfection of her smooth knee. Lynn's obscenely short miniskirt bunched up around her ass, displaying the full expanse of her wonderful thigh.
Mark's breath caught in his throat as he stared under Lynn's skirt, and into the darkness that hid her cunt from his view. Mark's mouth watered as he imagined his tongue sucking the thick cream from Lynn's deep pussy.
The young secretary watched her admirer over the rim of her glass. As the ice tinkled in her drink, Lynn watched the bulge between Mark's legs grow larger and larger. Very slowly, she turned her body towards him, and let her legs drift apart.
As she moved, Lynn's skirt rose higher and higher, until she was sure Mark could see the damp nylon covering her hairy mound. She allowed him to enjoy the show for only a short time, then quickly crossed her legs.
"You haven't even touched your drink," Lynn said, pressing the tip of her shoe into his leg. "What's the matter, aren't you thirsty any more?"
Mark's eyes shot up to Lynn's face. The broad smile humiliated the man, and he could feel the hot rush of blood coloring his face. His hands shaking uncontrollably, Mark grabbed the drink from the bar, and swallowed deeply.
The fiery liquid burned his dry throat, and Mark began to choke. Enjoying his obvious discomfort, Lynn reached over and began to pat him on the back.
"Take it easy, baby," Lynn said, cruel amusement evident in every word she spoke. "We don't want you to hurt yourself."
As Lynn leaned forward, her low-cut, loose-fitting top gaped open, filling Mark's eyes with the most luscious pair of tits he had ever seen. Her incredibly huge breasts needed no support and hung nakedly beneath the thin material of her blouse.
Lynn's tits were her best feature, and she knew it. They were hard and solid, tipped with sensitive, dark brown nipples. Lynn could see Mark's lips trembling as he watched those nipples swell with excitement. As her hands rubbed his back, Lynn's fleshy mounds gently bumped against each other.
The young woman felt her own lusts begin to mount as the erotic tips of her breasts rubbed against the material of her blouse. Lynn thrilled to the feeling of supreme power she felt over the submissive man.
"I just realized something," Lynn said, suddenly sitting up very straight again and pulling her boobs from his view. "I don't even know your name."
Lynn Wallen's teasing games had nearly driven Mark out of his mind. Her body was more wonderful than any other he'd ever seen. The sound of her voice sent electrical charges racing through his veins, draining every ounce of strength from him. His lips parted to speak, but no words came.
When Lynn turned to look into Mark's face, she saw the confusion and fear in the man's eyes. She was pleased with herself. In that crowded bar, Lynn Wallen had chosen well.
"Don't you want to tell me your name?" Lynn asked, dropping her hand from the top of the bar to the inside of his right thigh.
The young woman's smile turned into laughter as she felt Mark's flesh twitch nervously beneath her gently massaging fingers. She let her sharp fingernails dig into the hard meat as she moved her hand closer and closer to his wildly throbbing cock.
Mark Howard held his breath as Lynn's fingers touched his burning prick. He could feel the wonderful coolness of her hand through the straining material of his pants. Mark couldn't hear or see the crowd around him. The stale smell of smoke and alcohol was no more. The only things left in the world were the touch of Lynn's wonderful hand on his cock, and the warm smile on her full, rich lips.
"My ... my name's Mark. Mark Howard," the tortured man finally said. He strained to keep the boiling scum in his balls from exploding into his pants.
"Nice to meet you," Lynn said, making believe nothing was happening. "I'm Lynn Wallen."
Mark was beginning to lose control of himself. His hips began to push his shaft against Lynn's fingers. His breathing became more labored. The muscles in his legs began to shake violently, and Mark knew that he was about to come.
But Lynn knew it also, and she wasn't about to let him waste all that good scum. The beautiful bitch was intent on making her lover suffer even more before she allowed him the ultimate pleasure of orgasm.
Only a split second away from the marvelous world of climax, Mark felt the woman's fingers move from his cock. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes as he was left hanging on the very brink of ecstasy.
"Is anything the matter, dear?" Lynn asked innocently, as she reached into her purse for a cigarette.
Mark hated the cruel amusement in Lynn's laughing face. Yet, at the same time, he knew that he wanted it, needed it. His humiliation was an amusement for her to enjoy.
Finally able to gain back some part of his self-control, Mark picked up the book of matches on the bar, and struck one. Lynn had to steady his trembling hand in order to light her cigarette.
"It's a little too crowded in here," Lynn said, after drawing in a lungful of bluish-white smoke. "Why don't we go back to my place?"
There was no need for Lynn to wait for an answer. Slipping her cigarettes back into her bag, the young woman slid off the high stool. Mark left some money on the bar and quickly followed Lynn to the door. She hadn't waited for him, and was already stepping into the street by the time Mark reached her.
"I'll get a cab," Mark said, glad the fresh, summer night air was reviving him a bit.
As the taxi pulled up to the curb, Mark had his first real chance to look at the stunningly beautiful woman who picked him up in the bar.
As she walked to the waiting cab, Lynn made an extra special effort to wiggle her ass hotly. Of course, with her body, there was no way she could walk which wouldn't look sexy as all hell. But the wide-eyed look on Mark's face told her that the little extra effort was appreciated.
Lynn was much taller than he had thought. She stood a good five foot eight, and her high heeled shoes added another five inches. As she climbed into the cab, her tiny, bright red miniskirt rose up over her ass, and Mark had a view of a marvelous rear end. She didn't wear any panties beneath her dark gray pantyhose, and the man could see the deep, exciting crack of Lynn's ass.
Lynn knew the show she was putting on for the young guy and figured he deserved it. She knew the sight of her marvelous ass would be enough to keep Mark's prick nice and hard until they got back to her place.
In moments, the cab was speeding uptown. Mark and Lynn sat very close together, but they didn't touch. The young woman had crossed her legs sexily, making sure Mark had a good view.
Mark Howard's fingers ached to touch the smooth, creamy skin of Lynn's leg. His whole body hungered for the warmth her flesh held, but he didn't dare move.
The ride uptown was fast, and Mark was soon paying the driver. Lynn lived in an expensive-looking building on Third Avenue. Mark couldn't help but notice the hot look the doorman gave Lynn's tits as she brushed past him.
By the time they stepped off the elevator on her floor, Lynn realized her teasing games in the bar had turned her on as much as Mark. The prick between her man's legs was nice and big, and she could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter at just the thought of it.
Lynn enjoyed torturing her men, but she also enjoyed the feel of a nice fat shaft slamming into her hot belly. She would still be the boss, but Mark wouldn't have to wait very long before feeling her pussy lips sucking the scum out of his balls.
The young secretary opened the front door of her apartment quickly. Her own lusts were beginning to control her actions as she closed the door behind them. Lynn Wallen was ready to fuck, and she didn't intend to waste any time getting down to action.
As Mark stood looking at the beautifully furnished apartment, Lynn wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her hot mouth to his. She pushed her long, snake-like tongue into the hot wetness of Mark's mouth as her cunt ground against the hard lump between his legs.
Mark responded immediately, sucking the beautiful woman's tongue into his mouth even deeper. He thrilled to the taste of Lynn's saliva coating his own lips. Mark could feel the hardness of the woman's nipples pressing against his chest through both their clothes. His hands reached around to cup the fullness of her sexy ass-cheeks, while he pushed his hard shaft against her hairy mound.
"I hope you know how to use that cock of yours," Lynn said, pulling her mouth off his sucking mouth for a moment. "I'm really in the mood for a good fuck."
Hearing Lynn's husky voice saying those filthy words made Mark's balls ache with desire for her. There was something about a beautiful woman talking like a tramp which excited the hell out of Mark Howard. His trembling hands grabbed hold of her ass even more tightly, and drew her cunt mound against his prick harder.
But Lynn didn't like the way her pickup was acting. She was the boss, and was going to make sure it was her that called the shots. Pulling her mouth off of his, Lynn Wallen pushed herself out of Mark's arms.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Lynn screamed, her face hard, her skin tightly drawn.
Mark didn't know what to say. As he stared at his beautiful mistress, her hands fisted on her hips, confusion and fear once again took control.
Mark's silence angered the dominant woman. She had asked him a question, and expected an answer. Drawing her arm back, she let her hand slice the air, and smash against the man's shaking face. The loud slap rang out in the still room.
"Now answer me," Lynn insisted. "Where the fuck do you come off grabbing my ass?"
"I thought you wanted me to," Mark answered meekly, recovering from the shocking pain of the woman's blow.
"Well you were wrong," Lynn said, turning and walking into the large living room. Mark remained where he was standing, looking down at the floor foolishly.
Lynn was more than pleased with herself. She didn't like the idea of her cunt controlling her body. The young woman had been able to cool off enough to enjoy the evening's fun and games. She really wasn't angry at Mark; she used his grabbing her ass as an excuse for reaffirming control.
Crossing the large living room, Lynn sat down on a big, comfortable chair. She crossed her legs sexily, letting the hem of her bright red miniskirt ride up high on her ass. Smiling warmly, she looked up towards Mark.
"Don't you like looking at me any more?" Lynn said, as if nothing had happened.
Mark looked up at the exciting woman. Even from across the room, the sight of Lynn's flesh was enough to turn him on all over again. Mark was afraid his cock was about to split the seams of his straining pants.
Lynn could see the fat bulge of Mark's prick shaft, and it pleased her. As she watched him, the young woman slipped her foot out of her shoe. Balancing it at the very tip of her toes, Lynn began to slowly rock her leather shoe back and forth.
The way Lynn was playing with her shoe was hypnotic. Mark just couldn't take his eyes off of her foot. With a sudden jerk of her leg, the shoe fell to the floor.
"Pick it up," Lynn commanded, her voice was soft yet strong.
Mark didn't hesitate. Walking across the large living room, he dropped down to his knees before her. His fingers quivered as he lifted the shoe up from the thickly carpeted floor.
But, before he had a chance to slip it on, Lynn pressed the tip of her foot to the docile man's lips. No words were spoken between Mark and his mistress. It wasn't necessary.
Lynn Wallen smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned back into the overstuffed chair as she heard the soft thud of her shoe falling back to the carpet. In another moment, Lynn felt the excitement of Mark's worship racing up the length of her long leg.
"Hmmm ... that feels really nice," Lynn said, as Mark continued covering her foot with hot kisses.
Mark was happy that he was able to please his marvelous mistress. Lynn's skin was hot and delicious. The tightly drawn nylon covering her foot thrilled his drooling lips.
Lynn lowered herself down into the chair, pushing her cunt out towards the adoring man. Her body was responding to Mark Howard all over again, as he showed her what an obedient lover he could really be.
Mark was lost in the world of worship when he felt the woman's hands on the back of his head. Wrapping her fingers in his hair, Lynn pulled Mark Howard toward her waiting, hungry cunt. His lips and tongue left a wet trail along the hard, cool flesh of her leg as he came closer and closer to the center of her passions.
Mark's nostrils flared with the hot, musky scents of the beautiful woman's twat. As his lips graced her inner thighs with loving kisses, Mark reached down between his legs and undid the tightly drawn zipper of his fly. His raging cock pushed its way to freedom, slipping through the thin slit of his underpants.
And finally, the tortured man got his first taste of the magnificent woman's sopping wet pussy. Still covered by the dampened nylon of her pantyhose, Mark sucked the dripping juices of his mistress' hairy mound insanely, his mind whirling with the thick, sweet cream of her cunt.
"That's it, baby," Lynn said excitedly, ramming her pussy against his gobbling mouth, "suck me off. Suck the shit out of my pussy!"
Mark responded to his mistress' urgings. His teeth pulled at the material between his hungry mouth, and Lynn Wallen's swollen red pussy lips.
Still clutching Mark's sweat tangled hair, Lynn wrapped her long legs around his neck. Driving the heels of her shoes into his strong back, the horny woman pulled his entire body into the burning heat of her boiling cunt.
"More, you son of a bitch!" Lynn screamed, thrusting her whole body up to meet her lover's slurping mouth. "MORE!"
Mark could hardly breathe. His lungs strained for air as his face sunk deeper and deeper into the folds of Lynn's sweating body. But he didn't care. As his cock swelled with hot blood and boiling scum, the only thing that mattered was his mistress' pleasure.
Reaching around her thighs, Mark was able to hook his fingers in the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. Tugging at the taut nylon, he struggled to free the woman's cunt from the confines of her clothing.
It took a while for Lynn to realize what her obedient lover was doing, but once she did, her entire body shook with lust. Pressing her hands to the seat of the chair, Lynn lifted her ass off the cushion.
With her help, the drenched material slid off easily. Frantically tugging at her pantyhose, Mark soon got the thin garment down her long legs, wrapped around her ankles. Now, nothing stood between Lynn's wonderful pussy and his own lips.
Mark sat looking at his woman's cunt for a moment, hypnotized by the strangely jerking movements of Lynn's swollen pussy lips. But he hesitated for only a moment, then rushed his mouth to the waiting hole.
"Jesus Christ!" the woman screamed, responding to the first touch of Mark's hungry mouth.
Lynn Wallen was driven to the very heights of orgasmic pleasure with the touch of lips on her steaming, naked cunt. Her teasing games had really turned her on. As she slumped down into the large chair, Lynn was no longer the cool, detached seductress of earlier in the evening. She was now a horny, panting animal craving the thrilling release which only climax could bring.
Lynn's thighs held Mark's head like a vise, squeezing the very life out of him. But he didn't care. like the woman whose cunt juice filled his mouth, Mark Howard was lost in the ecstasy of lust
Freed from its nylon shield, Lynn's pussy creamed wildly, and Mark's mouth was there to lap it all up. He was an experienced cunt-sucker, and slowly began to torture the young woman's clit. He wrapped his lips around the hard, erect flesh of her clit, sucking and pulling on it gently. Holding Lynn's clit with his lips, Mark began to massage it with the very tip of his tongue. He felt her thighs quiver as they urged him on.
But Mark knew just what his lips and tongue were doing to her. He wanted to build Lynn's passions to even greater heights. His lips sucked softly, tantalizing the woman with the promise of lusts to come.
"Bite it, you bastard," Lynn finally screamed, unable to bear the sweet torture any longer. "Bite my fuckin' cunt!"
Those were the words Mark had been waiting for. He knew Lynn was ready. Very carefully, he took hold of Lynn's clit with his teeth. Her body trembled in response. And then, he began to apply pressure. His gentleness vanished as his lips began to yank on her sensitive flesh, and his teeth dug deeper and harder into her swollen clit.
"That's it! That's it!" she cried, feeling her orgasm racing through her body.
Lynn Wallen's whole body thrashed beneath the feel of Mark's masterful lips. Every muscle in her body twitched and jerked as the tears of intense pleasure welled up in her eyes. As her arms flew about her, the buttons on her low-cut blouse gave way, letting the huge melons of her tits spill free.
The cool air of the room excited the hard tips of her breasts, sending new chills racing through her blood. Involuntarily, Lynn's hands rose to her boobs, and her fingers found the hardness of her dark brown nipples. The young woman twisted and yanked at the tips of her boobs violently.
Mark's cock ached with hunger, but he dared not touch it. Just the feel of his own fingers on the burning shaft would have been enough to send his scum bursting from the tip. And that was something he didn't want to do. Mark had no intention of wasting his load on the carpet. It took every bit of strength he had, but Mark was able to keep his hands off his fiery prick shaft.
Lynn's orgasm seemed endless. With each thrust of her hips, a new climax smashed through her body. Over and over again, the young woman experienced the ultimate of pleasures.
And with each of her orgasms, Lynn dumped another load of thick, creamy cunt juice into Mark's sucking mouth. Nothing had ever tasted as delicious. With a lusting thirst, the young man swallowed hungrily, his throat coated with the thick juices.
And then, Mark began to feel Lynn's thighs loosening their grip on his head and shoulders. Her thrusts became slower and slower until they stopped altogether. Lynn's orgasms had finally come to an end, her legs hanging lifelessly on his shoulders.
Mark allowed her flesh to slip from between his lips, and his tongue licked up the last drops of sweet cream from her cunt and his own mouth. He remained still for a moment, then slumped to the floor. His lungs sucked in great gasps of air.
For the very first time, Mark realized his eyes had been clamped shut. He could feel the wetness of Lynn's juice and sweat thick on his face. His nostrils were still filled with the wonderful smells of his mistress' orgasm. Mark's prick lay against the roughness of the carpet, hard and swollen to the point of pain.
Feeling some of the strength returning to his body, Mark allowed his eyes to drift open. The sight before him sent new spasms of need into his prick.
Lynn was slumped over on the large chair, almost unconscious. Her beautiful hair was matted and tangled. The smooth skin of her cheeks were stained with tears. Her lips were curled into a tiny, contented smile. Her eyes were closed.
But Mark spent little time looking at the woman's face. As he lowered his gaze, the image of Lynn Wallen in the bar, so cool and confident, passed through his mind. He could hardly believe he was looking at the same woman.
Lynn's flesh glistened with a thin coating of sweat. Her blouse was open, and this was the first time Mark had been able to get a good look at her tits. They were almost beyond belief. Even though the muscles in her body had relaxed, he could still see the proud thrust of her huge breasts.
Though already larger than it had ever been before, Mark was amazed to see his cock still growing. Lynn's nipples had remained hard, and they made the young man's mouth water. He could see the curve of her naked ass, and thrilled to the sight of her strong thighs. As he looked at her, Mark remembered the feel of those thighs locked around his neck.
Yet, of all her charms, Lynn's cunt thrilled the young man the very most. He stared into the red, swollen folds of flesh while the taste of her marvelous juices was still very fresh in his mind. The smell of that hairy pussy slit seemed to be hanging thick in the air. Every time Mark inhaled, a slight tremor of excitement passed through his entire body.
Lynn began to feel the world around her again after a few minutes of rest During her orgasm, and immediately following it, the real world had ceased to exist. Then, there was only ecstasy. But soon, the cool, fresh air of the room began to revive her. Though exhausted, she felt absolutely marvelous. Every muscle in her body felt relieved. Happily, Mark had turned out to be a better lover than she had thought possible.
Opening her eyes, she looked down and saw Mark staring into her cunt. But more than that, she saw the huge erection sticking out of the front of his pants. There was nothing that could get her mind back on sex faster than the sight of a nice, thick cock. As exhausted and tired as she was, Lynn Wallen began to think about all the wonderful things she could do with that fat hunk of meat.
"Don't you like the way these look?" Lynn asked, reaching up under her tits and holding each one out to him.
Mark had been taken by surprise. As he stared into Lynn's cunt, his mind had become absorbed with thoughts of fucking the beautiful woman. The suddenness of her question startled him. Mark's face colored as he realized Lynn caught him peeking up her twat
"Listen," Lynn said, smiling warmly, "I don't mind if you look at my pussy, just make sure you get a good look-see at these tits of mine."
With that, Lynn began to let her fingers caress the heavy flesh of her breasts. Mark watched as her fingernails left tiny red marks on the smooth soft tit meat. He watched her thrill the dark brown nipples, making them nice and hard. And as she played with her boobs, her lips were curled up into the warmest, most inviting smile she could manage.
Mark didn't know how long he was going to be able to last. His cock was throbbing so wildly, he thought it might explode without being touched at all. But, with all his might, he was able to control it.
Lynn could see what her little game was doing to the obedient man. She enjoyed the sight of him struggling to hold himself back. She knew how much Mark wanted her. She could see the lust and hunger filling his entire body, and it pleased her.
"Take these off me," Lynn said, holding her ankles up in the air.
As obedient as always, Mark scampered back to her feet, and carefully took her shoes off again. He held her foot up to his lips, but was shocked when she pulled it out of his hands.
"I told you to take my stockings off," she said sternly. "Now do it!"
The tone in her voice frightened the man. He was afraid he had angered his mistress. His fingers trembled as he quickly slipped her shoes off, and pulled the damp nylon of her pantyhose from around her ankles.
Actually, Mark hadn't angered Lynn. As a matter-of-fact, she was really pleased that he had been thoughtful enough to want to kiss her feet, considering the condition of his cock. But she wanted to make sure he knew who was boss. His trembling fingers told Lynn everything she wanted to know.
When he was done, Mark sat back on his feet, and waited for Lynn's next command. The very tip of his bloated cock was resting on the carpeted floor and the contact sent shivers through his entire body.
Lynn was very pleased with herself. After showing her what he could do with his mouth, the young woman was sure Mark would know just how to use that monstrous prick of his in her cunt. Lynn could feel her whole body turning on every time she looked at that hard piece of meat between Mark's legs.
Finally, Lynn stood up from the chair, while Mark's eyes followed her every move. Standing, the stunningly beautiful woman towered over her lover. Slowly and carefully, she rearranged her short skirt so that her cunt was out of sight. Though he couldn't look into her pussy any more, Mark had a great view of those monstrous tits, and they were more than enough to keep him happy.
Lynn glanced down at Mark for a moment, then turned, and made her way into the next room. When she opened the door, Mark could see it was her bedroom. His eyes were glued to the bounce of her ass-cheeks as she moved. Once inside the bedroom, Mark couldn't see his mistress any more.
"Come in here, Mark," Lynn called out, after a few moments inside the bedroom.
Hopping to his feet, Mark quickly made for fee door. But the sight that reached his eyes when he looked inside was enough to make the horny bastard freeze in his tracks.
When Mark looked through the doorway, he saw Lynn lying on the bed, on her stomach. Her pillow had been placed beneath her cunt, and she had already stripped off her skirt and blouse. The pillow was pushing her marvelous ass up into the air. As she lay there, Lynn's hands had reached behind her, and were prying the heavy cheeks of her beautiful ass apart
Lynn Wallen showing her ass off to him was the most obscene, most exciting thing he had even seen in his entire life. Even from the doorway, the young man could see the tight pink hole of her puckered anus.
"Why don't you come take a closer look?" Lynn said, smiling invitingly as she looked over towards Mark.
The young man didn't need a second invitation. Lynn's ass-hole was so exciting, his lips trembled as he lowered his face into the deep crack of Lynn's ass. With her holding the cheeks apart, it was easy for Mark to really enjoy the delicious anus.
His long tongue ran up and down the length of the hole a few times before finally coming to rest at the entrance of her rectum. But once there, there was no question as to whether or not Mark knew what to do.
Lynn closed her eyes and relaxed. Mark had a better mouth than a hell of a lot of the guys she usually had eating her out. Her tight ass muscles made it difficult for Mark to push his tongue into her at first, but he kept at it until he was successful.
When Lynn's ass-hole finally loosened up, Mark's tongue pushed in as far as it would go. The man could tell she had taken a lot of cocks up her ass by the way its entrance molded to the shape of his tongue so easily. That knowledge was enough to shoot another pain down between his legs.
"Get it nice and wet, baby," Lynn told her lover. "You want your cock to have an easy time of it, don't you?"
The meaning of Lynn's words made Mark Howard the happiest man in the world. Wildly, his mouth drooled spit into the deep crack of Lynn's ass, and his tongue pushed the wetness into her marvelous ass-hole.
Lynn really enjoyed the soft sweetness of having her ass-hole licked, but she was getting a little impatient to feel the force of her lover's cock. Playfully, she wiggled her ass up into the man's face, driving his tongue into her just a little deeper.
"Come on, baby," Lynn said, looking over her shoulder at Mark's bobbing head. "I'm all ready for you. Let's see if that cock of yours knows what to do with a nice piece of ass."
That was all Mark had been waiting for. In one motion, he jumped to his feet, pushed his pants down to his ankles, and kicked them into the corner. He was ready for action. Climbing back onto the bed, Mark took hold of his cock and pressed it into the deep crack of Lynn's ass. He was shocked at how hot his prick felt when he touched it.
Lynn held her breath when she felt the tip of Mark's prick against the tight ring of her ass-hole. It felt so much bigger than it looked. For a split second she wondered whether or not it might be too big for her to handle. But, the young woman was able to push all those thoughts out of her mind. It might hurt in the beginning, Lynn thought, but it would all be worth it.
Mark enjoyed the feel of Lynn's ass-hole kissing the tip of his prick. He could hardly believe he was about to fuck the most beautiful woman in the world. And up her ass at that!
But Mark didn't have much time for thinking. With a sudden thrust of her hips, Lynn had rammed her ass-hole up against his cock with enough force to bury his cockhead into the burning hot cavern of her anus.
"How the hell does that feel?" Lynn screamed back over her shoulder, as she fought to keep the pain from knocking her unconscious.
Mark couldn't answer. The young man had had his share of ass-holes, but none of them ever felt like the one he was in at that moment. His cock felt like it had been plunged into a hot oven. Mark was stunned by the incredible heat and tightness of the woman's ass-hole.
The tears streamed down Lynn's cheeks as she slammed her ass up at Mark's cock the second time. As another few inches of fat shaft sank into her rectum, Lynn could feel the walls of her ass straining frantically to fit around her lover's wonderfully large tool.
By this time, Mark had recovered from the initial shock of the young woman's aggressive ass-hole, and he began to push his prick into the deep hole. He reached down and replaced Lynn's hands with his own, pulling those fat ass-cheeks even farther apart.
"Easy honey," Lynn moaned, still not used to the fat shaft. "Take it fuckin' easy."
But Mark was too far gone to listen to Lynn's words. The only thing he could think about was the throbbing of his scum filled balls.
With one last thrust, Lynn slammed the rest of Mark's fat prick up into her bowels. Her fingernails clutching the bedspread, the young woman held on for dear life. And then, all of a sudden, Lynn felt her ass-hole begin to accept the fullness of her lover's thick shaft. She felt the walls of her rectum expand to lessen her pain.
Mark knew what the woman was feeling. He saw how relaxed she had suddenly become. Still holding his prick motionless, he reached underneath her body, and grabbed hold of her fat tit meat. He sank his fingers into the soft flesh.
With her tits being played with, Lynn suddenly came alive. Mark's cock felt wonderful, and she wanted to feel it slamming in and out of her ass-hole.
"Let's go, you son of a bitch!" she screamed, shoving her body up to meet his.
That was all Mark needed to hear. With his cock throbbing madly, he began to ram his prick in and out of her ass-hole. He could feel the tight ring of her anus sucking away at his cock, and that made him even hotter.
like a well-oiled piston, Mark's prick pumped the living shit out of his woman's rectum. And with each pump, he came closer and closer to coming.
Lynn could feel her man's prick getting even bigger, and she knew he was going to shoot his load soon. Her own climax was only moments away, and she worked to catch up with him. Lynn wanted to feel Mark's scum spurting into her ass while she orgasmed.
"I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" Mark screamed suddenly, as the tip of his prick exploded in a fury of boiling scum.
And Lynn was right there with him. When she felt his hot sperm splash against the back of her ass-hole, her own body began to respond to the obscene fucking. With every thrust of her partner, Lynn returned with a thrust of her own.
As he climaxed, Mark's fingers tore at Lynn's beautiful, fat tits. Her soft, warm flesh felt wonderful, yielding to the strength of his hands.
But all too soon, the exciting ass-fuck was all done. His prick all soft and coated with his own scum, Mark rolled off Lynn's body and onto his back. He hadn't had time to take off his shirt, and it clung to his skin damply. He wanted to take it off, but he just didn't have the strength.
He was just about to relax, when he caught some sort of movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking towards the doorway, Mark Howard suddenly froze.