Doris had not been expecting to be fucked in this way, her face was twisted up as she felt the cock stretching her, she was moaning and gasping as each thrust almost lifted her into the air. Her head rolled from side to side and her arms thrashed about as Roy's fucking became more frenzied. It was a sight to see. Her naked tiny body was jerked and jolted and tossed about like a sexy little doll, all with her legs held upright and pinned together. Roy powered his cock in and out of her tight hole, with huge thrusts that indian rammed his thighs against her buttocks. Jack was beside them, wanking his cock as he watched his wife getting such a severe fucking, encouraging Roy. "Fuck her Roy! Give it to her hard! Fuck the bitch harder! Harder!" Roy responded by fucking Doris even faster, slamming into her arse with such force that her whimpers and moans turned to wails. She might have been cumming off again but she was shrieking so much it was impossible to be sure. Jack came off at much the same time as Roy, his cock spurting cum all over Doris's face and tits. Roy went rigid and gave Doris one final enormous thrust and then drew his glistening cock from her hole. Panting hard and covered in sweat, he pushed her legs aside and once again Doris was left sprawled out, moaning, her well fucked slender naked couple body cum spattered and exhausted. June decided that was a fitting climax for the evening. Everyone got cleaned up and dressed. June asked Jack if he would bring Doris back and said, "How would you like to see your sweet little wife naked, on her knees acting like a whore, sucking cocks and me giving her one with my strap on dildo?" Jack was supporting his dazed wife, still unsteady on Fucking her feet. "Would you like that, Doris," he asked her. "That might be a real good fuck for you, I guess." Doris managed a weak smile and a shaky response. "That sounds... that sounds good, honey... I like... I like a good fuck..." My given name is Deepti, my family name doesn't matter as I have no family after they cast me out and disowned me. If you know Bollywood then many would say I look like Deepti Bhatnagar in the height of her fame, if you don't know Bollywood then shall we just say I am of pure Indian blood. My name means the "the last ray of hope when all hope is lost," and in telling you my story you are my last ray of hope and this is how it came to be. It began over 20 years ago when I was 18 and got married to a much older man in a marriage arranged by my parents, as is the way in India. We settled near to Kokilaben Dhirubhai Ambani Hospital in Mumbai, where my husband Vivaan worked as doctor and I stayed at home hoping that one day we might be blessed with children. Sadly that was not to be as my husband worked long hours and was often tired when he returned home and showed little interest in sex. Sure he made token attempts and I tried my best as a dutiful wife to become pregnant saying devotions to Kama Deva for sex and procreation, I even laid my head on the genitals of Unmatta Bhairava, but nothing worked. Eventually we stopped trying and 10 years ago sex stopped altogether as my husband would work long hours leaving me alone in our comfortable house. I sought solace online by learning to use the internet and getting young my husband to buy the latest computer so that when he was working I could scour the web for sex. As time went on my searches became more debauched and I moved from just plain male / female web sites to more & more extreme sites. I had no access to sex toys but had a variety of thums up soda bottles that partially satisfied my needs, ranging from the small through to the large family bottles when my urges became too much. I would often wander the house naked parading myself in front of the mirror, examining my body critically from every angle, wondering if it would please an unknown lover. Sometimes cursing as I wondered why my husband could not get an erection and satisfy my needs, was I that ugly? I could not divorce him as the shame and stigma would have been too much for both myself and my family and taking a lover was fraught with the dangers of discovery, I was well and truly trapped. At my pleading sex my husband, against his better judgement, had bought me a scooter which allowed me to nip through the crowded streets of Mumbai, often with reckless abandonment to at least feel the rush of air on bedroom my face giving a flash of freedom. I would of course be properly dressed in my sari ensuring that the hem was correctly pulled over my head and face as a married woman. I drove for miles leaving the city behind me and heading to the beach or secluded woods where I could indulge in my guilty, but so pleasurable sin, I loved to be naked outdoors. It was far to big. She faced an bedroom uphill battle as I felt my rectal tract flutter, rippling up and down the length of the partially embedded shaft. This had to be a virgin ass, it was like a vice around his cock. Fleeing was the only way he could save us. She had even experimented with anal sex with her ex, and while it wasn’t really his cup of tea, she couldn’t get enough of it. “Oh, yes, yes!” she moaned. She closed her eyes, lifted her head toward the roof as whispers of sound escaped her lips. I grabbed the doorknob. Penny felt four hands touching her in places no other man’s hands had ever gone apart from her husband’s and she became more and more turned on. Fast forward almost a week... He tries to play golf most week-ends and he is also a Captain in the Army Reserve Medical Corp. He is required to spend one week-end a month at Army Drills and two weeks in the summer at some U. S. Army Base Hospital. With us lying young on our sides, it took a while for me to Fucking get the movements just sex right, but I was soon thrusting deep into her. She brushed my clit at the start of her every lick, caressing my bud. I tasted the salt, and wondered if I was indian strong enough to recount the end of my story. 1. 2… 3!” I slept well nights, waking up happy and refreshed, often dreaming of Aaron. I ignored their thanks, continuing on as I mulled this over. 6 feet, 140 pounds, 9 inches cut and fit. The swirling dizziness in my head took over, the sensations in my pussy took over. Better knock first she hasn't been herself lately either." “Yeah, we did do more things than I anticipated. I’m cumming.” She knew what she was doing as she flirted with me. She was wearing very His fingers pushed her purple partially protuding tongue back into her mouth and he kissed Lynette's corpse on the mouth as his big rod continued to pound her love hole. He didn’t bite down hard, but effectively couple restrained me nonetheless. He slid me on the bed on my back and held both feet over his shoulder clutching my thighs tightly with his arms started pounding me hardly by his vigorous thrusts. She was sport a nice 32C breasts with small dark nipples. She reached out and unzipped it. I’m sure you won’t be dying inside the next few days. It’s so embarrassing.” She giggled slightly as she covered her breasts, blushing suddenly. Now come over hear.”