“You almost got a big fist in your dirty little cunt.” Mary’s leg were trembling and she wished she could cry out to Frank to just keep on going... Her body filled up with ecstasy and she was getting into a whole new state of mind. She wanted to push her body down on that fist; she wanted to feel it sinking deeper and deeper; she wanted to cum and cum and cum. Tom’s eyes grew bigger with every inch of Frank’s fist going deeper. “Damn,” he mumbled inside his head when he saw Frank’s knuckles sink. It has never been filled like this.I was getting amazed looking at that mighty monster cock, slipping in and out of the tiny pussy of my beautiful shy wife. He used to pull it out almost 90% and then push it back completely inside her.This was giving her insane pleasure. Now she was rubbing her clit with her one hand while getting fucked.” Oh, Sameer, your cock is amazing. Why don’t you fuck me every night like this? Fuck me, fuck me harder.”Sameer said – Why night only?Nisha – Yeah fuck me. Looking backat him in the mirror, I could see him grinning through his beard as hishairy belly rested up against my smooth back."Such a good boy, letting Santa turn you into a little fuckhole. You likebeing my slut, boy?" Yes, Santa!" I mumbled through his muffling hand, loving the pressure ashis swollen cock rearranged my insides. I could feel my hole wrappedaround the base of his cock like a vice, struggling to accept its girth."Now the real fun begins!" he told me as he pulled his cock. Across the street, a huge, rusting locomotive rested in the wide median, a forgotten monument to a time no one remembered. It was perfect - small, dark, and empty, except for a few regulars and a half-dozen strippers. I found a quiet table to the side of the small stage and ordered some ice. It was a bottle club, but that wasn't a problem then. Johnnie Walker was my companion long before Sam Adams, and he kept a permanent residence in the back of my Toyota.The dancers weren't bad, for that time.