Chapter 4

"Who is it?" she called out.

"Matt. Can I come in please?" Connie tried to steady herself by breathing deeply. Her heart was still pounding. "It's late, Matt. I was just going to bed."

"Just give me a few minutes. I'd really like to talk to you."

"If it's about what happened tonight, forget it. We were both drunk. I'll pretend it never happened."

"Please, Connie, just let me in for a minute."

He sounded almost desperate. Connie took one last deep breath. "All right," she said, turning the lock.

Like herself, Matt was dressed in a bath robe. His hairy chest peeked at her from the open top of the robe. His feet were bare. He had very muscular calves. After Connie shut the door behind him, he turned and secured the lock.

"Was that necessary?" Connie said.

"In Tijuana it's best to keep your doors locked at all times," Matt said. He was looking around the room, sniffing the air. "Are we alone?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course we're alone. Now what's the problem?"

Matt looked down at her, his face flushed, his breath reeking of liquor. "You're the problem," he said. "You're the problem. You're driving me out of my fucking mind!"

He threw his arms around her, crushing her in a fierce embrace, grinding his loins against her. His cock felt like a billyclub pressed between them.

"Matt, please!" Connie squirmed.

He shoved his tongue down her throat, ripping open her robe and mauling her tits. Connie choked, struggling. He pinched and twisted on her nipples and the fuckjuices ran out of her contracting pussy, running down between her legs like hot oil. She lost all strength, going limp in his arms. Her head fell back and he gnawed on the side of her neck, her body shivering alternately with hot flashes and goosebumps.

Her hand automatically reached inside Matt's robe, groping for his cock. It was a big hard one, as thick and long as Sam's, as Billy's, and it leaked fucklube into her palm. She greased the cock knob with the slimy fuck lube, massaged the big prick from one end to the other, slid her hand down and squeezed the man's egg-sized nuts.

"Oh God, Matt, oh God, I want you!"

Matt was panting, fumbling with the belts of their robes. He forced her robe off her shoulders. She could see his heart pulsating in his chest as he tore off his own robe and let it fall to the floor. Naked, flushed with lust, they stood looking at each other for a few moments, Matt stroking her tits with his fingertips, Connie slipping a loose hand up and down his veiny cock.

Matt growled suddenly, crushing her in a bear hug and stumbling with her to the bed. He dropped her on the mattress, grabbing her legs and forcing them up. He hooked his shoulders under her knees and crushed her thighs against her tits.

"Oh, Connie!"

"Fuck me, Matt, fuck me!"

Connie shivered, wide open, the cuntcream dribbling down into her asscrack. As Matt's cockhead kissed the wet, sizzling meat between her pussy-slabs, a rash of itchy thrills saturated her pussy and spread through her loins. She dug her fingernails into Matt's flanks, pulling him toward her. As his cock sank into her frothing pussy she cried out with pleasure, not caring who heard her.

"Baby!" Matt moaned, grinding his cock inside her. "Oh baby, I've wanted this for so long!"

He began to slide his cock in and out of her, all eight hard inches of it, and Connie thought she would lose her mind. She wiggled her ass, squirming under him, wondering how she could possibly have denied herself such pleasure all these months.

"Oh Matt, move it, give it to me good, oh yes!"

Matt's nostrils dilated like a bull's as he fucked his thick prick down into her. His fat cockhead fucked in and out of her pussy and his balls flapped against her crotch, exciting her.

"This is good, this is so good, oh Matt!"

She tossed her head on the mattress, gasping, grunting, grinding her hot cunt on Matt's pistoning prick. The fuck-thrills filled her loins and streamed down her legs until the tips of her toes tingled.

Matt grunted rhythmically as he hum
God, Matt, put it in me!" she cried.

Matt wrapped his big hands around her waist, inserted the knob of his prick in her open wet cunt, slipped it inside her to the hilt.

Connie rubbed her ass madly against his hairy abdomen. She couldn't believe the pleasure. Her nipples tingled at the tips of her hanging, hugely swollen tits.

"Fuck me, Matt, oh Jesus, fuck me!"

Matt's hard belly smacked against her ass, jolting her, making her gasp. Fucking her from behind like this, he was able to fuck her even deeper. His prick knob pounded deep in her womb. She gritted her teeth, grinding her ass against his hairy stomach, fucking his cock. Her toes curled from the sensations. His belly slamming her ass sounded like a clapping hand.

"Jesus, that's good, oh Jesus!"

Connie tossed her blonde head from side to side, grunting, panting so hard she was dizzy. The fuckjuice bubbled out around Matt's plunging cock and dribbled down the insides of her legs. God, she was hot. She didn't think she'd been this hot since her honeymoon with Sam.

Matt gripped her waist tighter, jerking on her body, slamming her ass against his abdomen each time he rammed in. He drooled on her back like a dog, and Connie thought of the little Mexican girl getting fucked by the big hound.

What did it feel like? she wondered. Did a dogcock feel like a man's prick? A dogprick was certainly slimmer, more pointed, redder, more slippery-looking. The thoughts made her skin crawl but they also turned her on.

She tightened her cuntal muscles, massaging Matt's cock rhythmically. "Wiggle it, Matt, make it wiggle, oh God!" she whined.

Matt, grunting, gasping, moaning, flexed his cock inside her again and again. It drove her crazy. The fuck-thrills surged through her cunt like a zillion hot needles.

"Oh God, I'm coming!" she gasped. "Oh, oh!"

She writhed, humping her ass madly, fucking her spasming cunt on Matt's slippery prick. Her orgasm made her chew her lip and she whined loudly, like a mating bitch. Her cunt was so sensitive she wanted to scream.

"Pull it out!" she pleaded. "Oh God, pull it out! Fuck me up the ass! Fuck my asshole, but pull it out!"

"Jesus Christ, I don't believe it! You're the hottest bitch I ever got my hands on. Shit!"

Matt caught a handful of her slick cunt cream and slapped the slippery juice on her asshole. Then he spread her asscheeks wide, getting them all greasy with her pungent fuck juices. His cock knob kissed her twitching ass pucker and he leaned into her, forcing her ass-pucker open.

Connie's eyes rolled back. Her mouth gaped. It felt as if a fist had been rammed up her ass, as if her widely stretched pucker were splitting in a thousand places. She knew it was only an illusion, however. She always felt that initial splitting pain when getting ass-fucked. As she took deep breaths, she began to relax and within seconds the pain had vanished.

"Oh Matt, I love it!"

Matt stroked her ass, spreading her fuck juices all over it. He rubbed her cuntcream on his rippling abdomen and chest, licked it off his fingers, rubbed it all over his face.

"You're such a juicy bitch," he said, wiggling his cock in her asshole. "That smell drives me out of my fucking head!"

He braced his hands on her upturned ass-cheeks, digging in with his fingers, keeping her ass-globes spread apart. He worked his big prick in and out of her tight, sucking asshole.

"Shit, you're so hot in there! Man, I could fuck your ass all night!"

"Then do it," Connie said, squirming as the fuck-thrills screwed through her asshole. "Fuck my ass all night! Mmn, that feels so good!"

Connie's loins tingled to the core with fuck sensations. She loved getting ass-fucked. It was a different kind of pleasure than getting fucked up the cunt. She felt wicked, dirty, and she loved it.

Matt pounded away, sliding his long thick cock in and out. His cockhead rippled along the sensitive folds of her asshole and she felt corkscrews of pleasure in her guts. Her asshole contracted, sucking Matt's cock.

"Baby, I can't hold it!" Matt humped


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Billy chewed his lips as he shot his cum against the bathroom door. He was kneeling in front of it, naked, pounding his cock as he peeked through the keyhole into his mother's room.

That lucky Matt, fucking Mom's hot ass! It must feel like heaven.

Billy got some toilet paper and carefully wiped his cum off the door. It was still warm. He then wiped his earlier load off the mirror and sink and he tossed the cum-sticky wads of paper into the toilet. Then he pissed, looking down at his fat, long prick. It was still frosted with the Mexican's girl's cuntcream.

What a night it had been! Watching that Mexican girl get it from the dog, then fucking her himself, then watching her get it from the donkey. She'd even sucked the animals off! Shit! How he wished he had that girl in his room right now! He'd make her suck him off, then he'd fuck her all night, fuck her up the asshole even. Shit!

He heard his mother gasping and quickly resumed his post at the keyhole. Matt was really fucking the shit out of her, just like dad used to. Billy really missed watching through the keyhole at home as dad fucked between mom's legs or mounted on her ass. Well, now maybe the good days would come back. He hoped that when they got back home Matt would start coming over every night and fucking the shit out of mom. Billy loved to watch. It made him fucking hot!

Billy started beating his cock. He could still smell the Mexican girl's cuntcream on it. As he watched Matt hump his mother, he imagined that he was Matt. In a few minutes he was spurting all over, daggers of pleasure knifing up the core of his prick.