Ray Strong
Overeager young stuff

CHAPTER ONE

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. Far 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 hers, 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 ruled 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 where his tongue teased her. She thrust her loins upward in an effort to feel his tongue inside her sopping 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 eighteen, 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.

In a sudden, unexpected move, he raised his head and then shoved it between her waiting thighs, mouth agape, dive-bombing with his tongue against her cuntlips, feeling it slither inside and twirl about, sending ice-cold needles of pleasure down her spine.

"Ooooooh!" she yelled as his wet, sloppy tongue lapped away inside her, thrusting, tasting, penetrating to the deepest part of her cunt. Her body shuddered as she raised her hips in a wild, uncontrolled motion, thrusting straight up, pulling back, and thrusting up again.

Margaret had been gobbled before, but never had she known a man to do it so enthusiastically. Barcone obviously enjoyed eating her cunt, and he was making the most of it.

His tongue roamed inside, then came out to tease her clit, rubbing first up, then down, then back into the fiery pit of her cunt. She began to move furiously, using her hands to push his face deeper into her twat, feeling the fantastic sensations building to a maddening pitch.

Thrusting his hands under her hips, he lifted her ass off the bed and let his tongue dip down along the crevice between her ass cheeks until it touched her asshole. The moment the tip of his tongue entered her shit chute, Margaret felt one jolt of electricity follow another through her body. As his mouth covered her ass, the tongue dipping ever deeper into the tight hole, Barcone's fingers began dipping into her cunt. Margaret thought her pounding heart would explode.

His mouth began rising as his fingers left her twat. She trembled with ecstasy as she flopped onto her belly, letting his mouth play along her back. His tongue danced along her shoulder blades, making her squirm and wriggle with impatient desire. Oh God! It was maddening!

Margaret flipped over again, onto her back, and Barcone put his lips against her cuntlips and settled down to deep thrusts with his flicking tongue. This time she began to bounce, completely out of control, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stop the climax from coming. His tongue was whipping against her clit, swollen with blood and standing up like a tiny cock. He sucked on it, and it was like the wings of a moth rubbing against silk as she wound her thighs around his head, pushing her fingers into his hair, yanking and pulling, and then crying out as the feeling growing within her enlarged, exploding into molten metal overflowing in every direction. Her limbs were flung wide as she heaved her ass up from the bed again and again.

Barcone, with his tongue still inserted in Margaret's creaming cunt, felt it pulsate as hot fluid continued pouring into his mouth. Jets of cunt juice blasted into his throat, and he drank as if it were wine. And when she went into the final throes of her climax, she noticed his mouth was still resting on her cunt, lapping away, sucking out every last bit of liquid inside her.

He finally raised his head, and with her juices still smeared on his face, said, "You have a great-tasting cunt. I could drink it up all day."

Margaret actually heard herself giggle, just like a little girl. She hadn't giggled in years. But then she hadn't felt so completely satisfied in years, either. She lay back and let the warmth of her climax envelop her as Barcone's strong arms wrapped themselves around her. She had to do something for him again, before she dressed and went to work.

"Now it's my turn," she murmured, and removing his arms from around her, sat up.

She shifted to her knees, letting her blonde hair touch his thighs as her head dipped down. Her mouth approached his massive, upstanding cock. Without hesitating, she opened her lips and let them touch the tip of his pulsating prick. With one hand she steadied the twitching staff, letting her tongue dip into the tiny slit at the head. A few moments went by, her warm breath enveloping the cockhead, her tongue licking the glans to a lubricated smoothness.

Then she took the solid cock into her warm, wet, inviting mouth, and pulled the tip to the back of her throat. Using her tongue flat against the bottom of the cock, she licked voraciously, still unable to reach the base. She had to massage it with her hand, pressing her thumb along the underside, feeling his balls, already tight, tighten up even more.

She raised her head, letting hr tongue trail along the rigid cylinder of flesh, and as she came to the head, she let her tongue twist itself around the glans and tighten, then she flattened her tongue against the rod and down she went again. Her mouth tightened around the hard roll of cock and her teeth scraped the flesh lightly. She could feel him shudder with expectation.

She licked the head, swallowed it, ran her mouth along the entire bottom of the cock, then licked his balls. Carefully she took the sensitive balls into her mouth, rolling them around on her tongue, making certain he felt every sensation she meant him to feel.

Barcone's hand was at the nape of her neck, softly caressing, ready to push her head down if need be, but ready to pull her away if she became overzealous in the way she sucked his nuts. His thighs were tense and he squirmed, letting Margaret know she was doing the right thing at the right time. She licked and lapped his balls, then returned her attention to the upstanding prick.

He was lying on his back, his arms outthrust, and Margaret lifted her head, raised her body, and let her crotch hover over his prick. Down she sank, her cunt enveloping his mighty cock, and each luxuriated in the thrill felt by the touch of the other.

Suddenly Barcone sat up, and Margaret wrapped her thighs around his waist. He rose, his arms under the cheeks of her ass, supporting her, while her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and held tight.

"You're fantastic," she murmured, her mouth buried in his shoulder.

"Believe it," he muttered, and swinging his legs off the bed, stood up, holding tightly to her ass. "So are you."

Margaret churned, feeling his cock thrust its way up into her. She loved the feeling of it, entirely filling her cunt, the lips of her pussy surrounding it, sucking on it, pulling it into her. It was almost as if a missing part of her had been rammed up to fill the void.

Barcone's fingers gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly. They dug into her bottom, but Margaret felt nothing other than the cock within her cunt. It moved within her well-lubricated snatch, making her moan and wriggle.

He walked to a chair halfway across the room and sat, letting his thighs take the weight of her ass as she settled onto him. She could feel the cock touching the top wall of her cunt, rubbing against the inner extension of her clitoris. He used his hands on her hips to hold her in position, and as she moved up and down on the mighty cock, electric thrill after electric thrill pulsated through her entire body.

With one arm around her, Barcone brought his other hand in front and began toying with her nipples, keeping them enlarged. He began biting on the left nipple while allowing his hand to squeeze the other tit. Margaret went into a frenzy.

"Fuck me hard!" she begged. "Fuck me hard!"

"Not in this position," he murmured. "Let's get back on the bed."

She leaped off his cock and ran to the bed, saliva running from her mouth. He had gotten her horny again, and she needed to come as much as he. She was glad she'd married this stud.

Barcone was on her in an instant, plunging his cock into the well-lubricated depths of her fiery cunt. Her hips lifted to meet his thrust, then settled back on the bed as he began pumping madly. Both her legs had been drawn back against her tits, and thought it hid them from his view, he was able to jam his cock into her all the more deeply. His action pushed all thought of anything other than fucking from her mind as his prick pistoned in and out of her cunt, using her the way a woman was meant to be used. As he drove into her, his thick cock plunging all the way up and touching the neck of her womb, he used the palms of his hands to rub her asscheeks.

She began to breathe unevenly, her loins moving madly this way and that, and she swore she could feel his cock in her belly. Barbara was muttering all sorts of meaningless sounds now, and so he began to slow his movements while increasing the length of his stroke. Each time he moved forward, he drove his cock into her cunt while his thighs slammed against her ass.

She went wild, her body tensing, her muscles tightening, driving her box against the stem of his cock, and then she was off again, experiencing another wild orgasm. Her entire body was once more concentrated in the hole between her thighs as his cock continued to plunge into her very core.

Now she was weak and tired, almost gasping from the two orgasms, and still he hadn't come. He kept pounding at her cunt, and weak as she was, Margaret was eager to please him.

Pulling out of her, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and made her stand with her ass facing him. He forced her to bend over, and once again his cock drove into her cunt. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him, his thighs slamming against her ass. His cock was buried deep inside her, and he closed her legs inside his, making the grip her pussy had on his cock even tighter. He was using her for his own satisfaction now, but Margaret was already building toward a third climax. The mere thought of what was about to take place, how he would become more fierce, pounding violently into her until he gushed into her made her cunt come alive with white heat.

His hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass together, exerting more pressure on his pumping prick as his thighs crushed her legs. He pounded almost straight down into her cunt, standing on his toes.

"Give it to me!" she yelled. "Give it to me and don't stop."

And he gave it to her, plunging in so hard he literally lifted her off the ground. He rammed and crammed and slammed, shoving his cock into her cunt so hard she thought a demon was being pumped into her body.

Taking one hand off her ass, he reached underneath nd touched her swollen clit, massaging and rubbing it. This drove her even wilder, making her scream with unbelievable delight. Now that magnificent prick seemed to be driving straight up into her throat. She couldn't swallow. Lava boiled up with her, rising until it exploded from her eyes, nose and mouth. Fire erupted from within and she knew he was coming, squirting his cum into her womb.

With each squirt of his jism he pumped again, his fingers squeezing both her tit and her ass. He fired wildly, filling her cunt with the white cream that blazed from inside his burning cock. It washed into her like a burning flood, and the heat of it made her come again and again.

"Oh Jesus!" she yelled. "Oh Jesus! This is the best one yet! Oh Christ! You're terrific!"

Barcone stood there, his cock glued into her cunt from the rear, letting his hose empty itself into her. He took a long time, letting every drop of his cum go into her, enjoying the warmth of her clinging pussy.

Good, he thought to himself. Now I know no other guy will ever be able to satisfy her again. I just wish I could control myself and keep away from other chicks.

But even as he thought it, Joe Barcone knew it would be useless.