Sally Simpson: Hot family action

Like a jolt of electricity, her orgasm sizzled through all her nerves, making them tingle. She shook wildly as a million powerful sensations of pleasure bombarded her. Automatically, her cunt and ass muscles clenched and unclenched, and this pressure on David's sensitive cock brought him over the edge, too.

"Felicia!" he bellowed, and humping forward, digging his fingers into her delicate flesh, he released a load of hot jism inside her pussy.

He jerked and groaned a few times as he pumped the stuff into her cunt, and then he fell forward on her while she continued to twitch and churn as orgasm after orgasm scared through her.

At last, panting and sweating, Felicia collapsed on the bed. As her mind cleared and her heartbeat slowed, she realized that though their fucking was always good, tonight, she and her husband had experienced something special.

And she knew, with a sense of guilt and shame that this magnificent fuck of theirs had in part been due to her lust for Chuck.

It was nearly ten o'clock when Felicia woke up. She reached out for David, and when her hand fell on nothing but crumpled bedclothes, she remembered that he had decided to take an

a early flight that morning. He'd been so quiet when he got up and got ready, he hadn't wakened her.

Her mind drifted over last night's events, and with a satisfied smile, she ran her fingers through her cunt muff. It was stiff and tangled where David's jizz and her own cunt juice had dried on it.

They had had a glorious fuck last night, and she knew she'd miss her husband that week. Still, she'd manage to cope. She had her own little tricks for giving herself satisfying orgasms.

In fact, she was tempted to use a few of them right now. There was nothing like a good, short, sweet finger-fuck first thing in the morning to get the blood circulating.

Gently, she drew her thumb across her clit, moaning with pleasure as she felt it stir with life. Her cunt began churning slowly; she could feel the fuck juices begin to flow deep inside. All she needed to do was jab her long tapered finger inside her fuck hole and piston it in and out, and she'd end up having a very nice little climax.

But she stopped just as her fingernail cleared the entrance of her pussy. Why not do something special for her cunt? Something that would last a long time. She smiled lewdly as an idea struck her. She would use the "ben wa" balls her husband had brought her back from Japan.

She shivered when she thought of the pleasure these two small balls of steel brought her. Quickly, she pulled open the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a little pink box.

Removing the lid, she scooped the little balls into the palm of her hand and clacked them together. "Ah yes that's what I need this morning," she sighed.

Lying back on the bed, she spread her thighs, then reached down to her pussy, pried apart the thick cunt lips. Gently, she slid one of the balls inside, and she felt it roll down the length of her cunt tunnel till it bounced up against the entrance to her womb.

"Oooh." she gasped, feeling the vibrations of excitement start there. Holding her breath, she dropped the other small ball into her cunt, and it rolled down her pussy, banging against the first ball.

"Aaaaie!" When the two balls collided, they sent hundreds of buzzing, sizzling sensations pulsing through her pussy.

Now she rose slowly off the bed and walked toward the rocking chair in the corner of the room. With each step she took, the balls clacked lightly together, sending sparks of sheer joy up and down her spine, igniting a fire of lust deep in her cunt.

Her eyelids fluttered, and her breath came in short, noisy rasps. She settled herself on the chair, tried to calm herself a little before beginning to rock. When she felt the straining, contracting spasms in her cunt quiet down a little, felt the ben wa balls come to. rest deep in her cunt tunnel, then she pushed off with her feet, and the chair rocked backward. Since the balls were already resting at the end of her pussy tunnel, this brought about no important change, but when the chair rocked forward, the balls slid toward the entrance of her pussy hole. Rocking backward once again, she caused the balls to collide over and over again.

Each time they hit each other, shock waves of sensation went coursing through Felicia' s sensitive cunt, bouncing off her pussy walls like bullets gone wild. Her nerves pulsed and sizzled with sensation, her cunt contracted wildly around the little balls, sending them skittering against each other all the more.

"Aaaie! No! Shit!" Felicia cried. Though the pleasure and excitement were becoming too much for her, she didn't stop rocking in the chair. The balls kept clicking and clacking together, vibrating fast and hard. And her cunt echoed with the clashing steel.

"Heeeeelp!" Felicia whimpered as one, two, three orgasms upped through her guts. And still more followed. Now, even the slightest movement in the chair caused the spinning, bouncing metal balls to crash together, creating a constant stimulation.

Four, five, six climaxes erupted in a matter of seconds, and more were building deep in her pussy. Shuddering and groaning, her hands clutching the arms of the chair, Felicia rode that rocker for nearly twenty minutes, her mind exploding with overload, her clit so swollen and red with excitement, it felt as if it would burst.

At last, Felicia decided she could take no more. She had overdone it this time. She knew that if she continued, she would collapse into unconsciousness in the chair, and Lord knew when she would wake up. Chuck was due home about noon, and she didn't want him to find her here like that.

Reluctantly, she stood up, wriggling her ass and contracting her cunt, so the ben wa balls rolled to the entrance of her pussy hole. Then she poked her fingers inside and removed them both. They were sticky with her cunt juice and she took them in the bathroom with her and wiped them off carefully.

Then she turned on the cold water tap of the shower, thinking the blast of icy water would cool her off some. And when she stepped beneath the freezing spray, squealing with discomfort, all thoughts of sex did, indeed, vanish. She scrubbed herself vigorously, waking up, returning to reality. Then she turned off the' spigot, stepped onto the bath mat and toweled herself dry.

Her skin was a bright pink from all the stimulation of the cold water and toweling, and her nipples stood out hard and pointed like little spikes. She rubbed the palms of her hands lightly over her nipples, a habit of hers and she shivered with pleasure. Again, she rubbed her palms over her tits.

"Aw, Christ, that feels good!" she groaned. She began to rotate her hips slowly, feeling a quicksilver flash of excitement race from her throbbing fits down to her overworked cunt and cit.

Grabbing her nipples hard between her thumbs and forefingers, she squeezed and twisted them, and the sharp pains that lashed them only excited her more. Her clit sprang up, hard and aching, and her heart pounded in her chest.

"You're a sleazy cunt," she whispered to herself, enjoying her non-stop lust.

Now, holding her breath, she stabbed her long, pointed fingernails into her sensitive nipples, and she howled with pain and excitement as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. She threw herself onto her belly, press-big her tortured tits and hot cunt into the carpeting, loving the way it burned her skin when she pulled herself back at forth over it.

Completely exhausted, she roiled over on her back and paused a moment to catch her breath. Then, she staggered onto her feet and grabbed her terrycloth robe, tying the sash loosely about her waist. Heading for the kitchen, she planned to make herself a pot of coffee. But just as she turned into the hallway, Chuck, looking handsome and carefree in his cut-offs, opened the door from the garage and stopped inside.