Taken by the Couple MFM Bisexual Awakening Erotica #3
He looked up past her dripping thighs, his wide eyes locking straight onto Ron’s naked, towering physique.
The sheer size and raw masculine power of the older man sent a thrilling, unprecedented shockwave straight to Timothy's core.
He found himself staring intently at the heavy purple head of Ron’s cock, his stomach churning with a brand-new, forbidden heat.
Sheila felt the shift in his focus. She pulled her face back, letting out a rich, dirty giggle as she saw the young guy completely captivated by her husband’s body.
She shifted her weight, sliding down Timothy’s body until her wet pussy lips were grinding heavily against the base of his rock-hard, youthful shaft.
"He’s magnificent, isn't he, Timothy?" Sheila whispered, her hands sliding down to wrap around the young man’s firm thighs. "You want to fuck me while you look at him, don't you?"
"Yes," Timothy panted, his shyness completely burning away into a raw, feral horniness. "Yes, fuckkk, Sheila."
Sheila lifted her hips, aligning the glistening, soaking wet opening of her mature pussy with the thick head of his young cock.
With a smooth, heavy downward sink, she impaled herself completely on his cock, taking every single inch of his youthful length inside her tight, hot pussy in one deep, wet plunge.
"Mmm, fuck, you're so big and hard, Tim!" Sheila shrieked softly, her hands gripping his shoulders as her internal walls clamped down on him like a vice.
Timothy let out a guttural groan, his hands instinctively locking onto her wide, soft hips.
The sheer, tight heat of her mature pussy enveloping his cock was the most incredible feeling he had ever experienced.
Driven by pure instinct, he began to slam his hips upward, establishing a fast, energetic, and unrelenting rhythm.
The wet, friction filled squelch of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy echoed through the quiet hotel suite.
"That's it, Tim, fuck her," Ron growled, stepping onto the bed and kneeling right beside Timothy’s head. His massive, heavy cock throbbed violently, inches away from the young man's face.
Timothy kept a brutal, athletic pace inside Sheila, his youthful stamina taking over as he hammered away at her front.
But even as he filled the gorgeous mature woman, his eyes were completely glued to Ron.
He watched the thick veins on Ron’s arms flex, and his eyes kept snapping back to the older man's rigid, heavy column of muscle.
The sight of Ron watching him so dominantly, combined with the intense vaginal pounding he was delivering, was driving Timothy into the status of a total sex beast.
He was dirty talking now, his shy demeanor entirely shattered.
"You like watching me fuck your wife?" Timothy growled through his teeth, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder, burying his balls against Sheila’s thighs with a heavy, rhythmic slap.
"I love it, Tim," Ron rumbled, his hand reaching down to heavily grip the back of Timothy’s neck, his fingers digging into the kid’s hair. "But I want to see you look at me while you do it."
Sheila was in absolute heaven, her permanent, ecstatic smile fixed on her lips as she took the young man's furious pounding, her pussy pulsing around his shaft while she prepared her body for the next level of their one-night adventure.
Timothy kept up a relentless, hammering pace from beneath Sheila, his youthful body slick with sweat.
He was completely out of his mind with lust, his hips bucking upward with a raw, athletic force that had Sheila gasping and crying out into the dimly lit hotel suite.
But even as his young cock buried itself deep into her tight, mature pussy, his gaze was utterly captive.
He couldn't stop staring up at Ron, who knelt right over them, his massive, veiny column throbbing mere inches from Timothy’s face.
"Alright, kid, hold up," Ron growled, his large hand coming down firmly on Timothy’s chest, stopping his movements with effortless masculine authority. "My turn to show you how a real man takes his wife."
Timothy let out a heavy, ragged pant, his body shivering as Sheila slowly lifted her hips, sliding off his glistening, rock hard shaft with a wet, heavy suction sound.
The cool air of the room hit Timothy’s raw cock, which remained fully erect, dripping a heavy trail of pre cum onto his lower stomach.
He stayed flat on his back, his heart slamming against his ribs, his eyes wide as he watched the mature couple shift positions.
Sheila scrambled into the center of the mattress, dropping onto her hands and knees in a deep, submissive arch.
She pushed her wide, voluptuous hips high into the air, her round ass cheeks completely parted to reveal her glistening, gaping pussy lips, which were overflowing with Timothy's youthful juices.
She turned her head back, her eyes bright and dilated, a permanent, ecstatic smile on her lips.
"Put it in, Ron," she whined hungrily. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me."
Ron didn't hesitate. He crawled up behind her, his large, hairy thighs framing her soft hips.
He grabbed her waist with an iron grip, his knuckles turning white as he aligned the monstrous, heavy head of his mature cock with her dripping slit.
With one violent, athletic surge of his pelvis, Ron buried his entire thick length inside her in one singular, devastating plunge.
"Oh god, yes!" Sheila shrieked at the top of her lungs, her back arching completely flat against the bed as Ron’s immense girth stretched her internal walls to their absolute limit.
Ron established a brutal, heavy, and mechanical rhythm from behind, his pelvis slamming into her bare backside with a loud, rhythmic slap-slap-slap that filled the room. He was ruthless, using his powerful frame to anchor her to the mattress, showing zero gentleness as he hammered away at her front.
Timothy sat up on his elbows, completely transfixed by the raw, animalistic display.
He had never seen anything so intensely masculine in his life.
He watched the thick muscles in Ron’s back and shoulders flex and bunch with every powerful thrust, his eyes tracking the heavy movement of Ron’s low hanging balls slapping against Sheila’s thighs.
A scorching, unprecedented wave of heat bloomed deep in Timothy's groin, his youthful cock pulsing violently with a desperate, heavy horniness that was entirely centered on the older man.
Sheila looked down past her chest, seeing the young college guy staring at her husband with an intense, unblinking fascination. She let out a rich, dirty giggle, her pussy clamping down tight around Ron’s shaft as a brand-new level of excitement took hold of her.
"Tim," Sheila gasped out through her teeth, her voice trembling from the force of Ron's thrusts. "Come here, sweetie. Don't just watch him. Come closer."
Timothy didn't need to be told twice. His shy demeanor was completely shattered, replaced by a feral, curious hunger. He crawled forward on his knees until he was positioned right in front of Sheila’s face, his bare thighs framing her head.
But his eyes weren't on Sheila. He was looking straight up at Ron’s broad chest, his gaze locking onto the older man’s dark, commanding eyes.
Ron looked down at him, baring his teeth as he kept up his heavy, punishing pace inside his wife, his massive cock sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy with a sloppy, heavy friction.
"So fucking hot!" Ron growled, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that sent a fierce jolt straight to Timothy’s core. "Look at my cock sliding inside her. You want to touch it, don't you?"
Timothy swallowed hard, his throat completely dry, his young chest heaving.
He looked down at the base of Ron's shaft, where it was disappearing inside Sheila’s voluptuous body, heavily coated in their mixed, slick juices.
He had never touched another man in his life, but the sheer, overwhelming power of Ron's presence had short-circuited every single boundary he thought he had.
"Yes," Timothy whispered, his voice cracking with pure, raw submission. "Yes, I want to touch it."
Sheila’s smile widened into a beautiful, predatory grin.
She reached out with her soft, manicured hand, wrapping her fingers gently around Timothy’s wrist.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she guided his shaking hand through the small space between their bodies, bringing his palm directly toward the base of her husband's throbbing, rigid member.
The heat rising from the mattress was intense, a thick mix of sweat, expensive perfume, and the raw, musky scent of heavy sex.
Ron continued his relentless, mechanical pounding from behind, his massive thighs rhythmically slapping against Sheila’s voluptuous ass.
Every deep, bone-crushing plunge of his monstrous cock made the bed frame groan, forcing a steady stream of wet, sloppy noises from her saturated pussy.
Timothy’s breath hitched in his throat as Sheila’s fingers tightened around his wrist.
His hand was shaking violently, his fingers trembling with a potent cocktail of youthful nerves and an overwhelming, forbidden horniness.
He was a shy, retiring kid who had only ever known the soft touch of girls his own age, but looking up into Ron's commanding, heavy lidded eyes completely paralyzed his hesitation.
Slowly, deliberately, Sheila guided Timothy’s hand forward through the damp space between their bodies.
The moment his bare palm made contact with the base of Ron’s cock, an electric shockwave shot straight up Timothy’s arm and settled dead in his groin.
His youthful shaft twitched violently, leaking a heavy bead of pre cum onto his own stomach.
Ron’s member was completely different from his own—it was massive, thick as a soda can, and blazing hot to the touch, the skin rough and covered in thick, pulsing veins that throbbed right against Timothy's palm.
It felt like holding a solid ridge of pure masculine power.
"Oh god," Timothy gasped out loud, his clean-shaven face flushing a deep, scorching crimson as his gaze locked onto his own fingers wrapping around the older man's shaft.