R Finch - The hottest wife

With a hissing moan, Gary stuck his prick up her ass so far it wedged in tight, and then he too went limp.

"Jesus Christ!" Bonnie breathed. "I don't think I'll ever be able to walk again. When you get going, you just don't quit."

"Flab," he laughed. "Who could ever quit with his dick in an asshole like yours? I feel like I came about six gallons."

"I'll say," Bonnie giggled.

The lanky, blond-haired boy climbed off her, his sticky cock sliding out of her ass, and stood up. "I guess I better be going," he said.

"SO soon?" the young housewife asked softly. "DO you really have to go?"

"Gee, I better…" he hedged. "My mother'll kill me if I'm not home pretty quick. Besides, she might even figure out what we're doing if I'm out too late."

Bonnie, not to be deterred, rolled over on her back and spread her bare thighs. Her pussy glistened wetly, a pink slash of slick flesh surrounded by matted curly hair. The deep hole of it throbbed when she took her cunt-lips in her fingers and held them apart.

"Don't you want to fuck my pussy?" she asked with lewd boldness, grinning impishly at him. "Don't you remember how my cunt tightens up around your cock when I start coming? It gets so hot and wet."

"Bonnie. I can't," Gary cut in. "I'm telling you, my mother would kill me if I stayed out much later."

"Okay," she finally agreed. "I don't want to get you in trouble. But let's at least take a quick shower together so you don't go home smelling like my snatch."

"Sure," he nodded. "That's a good idea, in fact."

Bonnie thought so too as she led him to the bathroom, not one to give up so easily when another frenzied screwing was at stake.

"Let me get all this cum out of my asshole first!" she said, lifting the seat up from the toilet and then squatting over the bowl. With knees bent, she spread her ass-cheeks apart with her fingers and pushed in with her stomach. While Gary watched, fascinated, an erratic dribbling of sticky jism ran out of her asshole and dropped to the water below.

Bonnie knew she had his attention, and she said with an almost wicked smile, "Have you ever watched a girl pin before?"

Gary reddened slightly, and he stammered, "Well – uh – no, I never have."

"DO you want to watch me pee?" she said, squatting lower on the toilet.

"Why?" he asked self-consciously, but his eyes were fixed on Bonnie's wetly gaping cunt. "It seems so…"

"Just to watch, that's why," she giggled. "Close your eyes if you don't want to, because I can't hold it another second."

And, with Gary staring, she let loose with the muscles holding her urine, and pissed for almost a solid minute. By the time she was finished, Gary had his face about two inches from her hairy pussy and was watching transfixed as the stream of liquid ran out of her.

"God, I really did have to piss, didn't I?" she said. "Would you hand me some toilet paper, Gary?"

He unrolled a few squares of tissue, but instead of handing them to her proceeded to wipe her snatch himself. When he was through, he dropped them in the bowl, and Bonnie flushed the toilet.

"Now for a quick shower," she laughed, turning on the water.

They climbed into the tub, Gary in front and Bonnie behind, and the first thing the girl did was to grab the soap and start washing Gary's limp prick. She soaped his cock and balls all over, pulling at him with her hands, and then soaped the entire front of his body.

"You do me," she smiled, handing him the soap. Gary took the lathered bar and started covering her with it, his hands sliding over her fiat stomach, her jutting tits, under her arms, over her smooth shoulders, down her ribcage, along her hips and then down her legs. He worked the soap in between her thighs, moving it up and soaping her swollen cunt and the part of the cheeks of her ass he could reach from the front.

Bonnie stood still while he washed her, her legs spread and her hips thrust slightly forward. His fingers sliding around at the junction of her soap slick thighs were making her tremble, and she shivered when the boy suddenly poked a finger up into her tight asshole.

"Just getting all the cum out," be said with a laugh, his finger probing still deeper into her wet rectum. He slid it in and out, and then pulled it out entirely with a soft "plop". Next he did the saint to her quivering pussy, slipping his eager fingers up into her heat and exploring gently.

"Your dick's getting hard again!" Bonnie said exdtedly. "Look at it, for God's sake. It's standing right up."

"It must not know I have to get borne," he laughed, looking at himself.

"You know," the pert housewife said slowly, "if you stand there like that, we could almost fuck standing up without me having to climb up on you. You're just about the right height for it."

Gary's cock was too hard for him to turn down her offer. He put the soap dawn, and then the two of them came together, their arms going around one another and the head of his standing prick sliding easily into Bonnie's hot pussy.

She spread her legs even wider, squatting down some and taking his throbbing cock the rest of the way into her cunt. It went in deep, his rigid meat pushing aside the wet interior flesh of her tight snatch and filling the space between.

Both of them were so slick with soap, they could barely hold on to each other, their hands roaming freely, fondling and squeezing. His thighs pressed warmly between hers, Gary slid his hands over her round tits, cupping them and watching as her soft flesh slid away from his fingers.

"Hold my ass so I don't fall down," Bonnie whispered. "And when I start coming, see how many fingers at a time you can stick up my asshole."

He shook his head with a laugh. Running his hands down the gentle curve of her back, he took the cheeks of her ass in his hands and squeezed. His hips were already moving back and forth, and his stiff cock was sliding in and out of Bonnie's slippery cunt.

Gary had his back to the shower, and the spray splashed over his shoulders and was soaking Bonnie's hair. He kept shoving his prick as deep as possible in her hot pussy and pistoning it back out, his balls swinging back and forth and sometimes slapping up into the undersides of her rubbery ass-cheeks.

Her breathing getting quickly ragged, Bonnie stood with her legs spread and her arms wrapped around the young boy's waist. Her bare tits jiggled up and down almost imperceptibly with the steady motion of their fucking, her distended nipples poking into his chest. She stood staring wide-eyed at the tiled wall behind him, her expression intent, her full lower lip held between her teeth, and a film of sweat forming on her forehead.

His cock throbbing within the confines of Bonnie's tight pussy, Gary dug his fingers into the slick flesh of her firm ass. He pulled her tighter to him, holding her crotch against him so that her thighs were spread as wide as possible.

She leaned against him, her knees bending outward and her hot cunt pushing forward to take his pistoning meat still deeper. Soon she had her chin resting over his shoulder and her cheek pressed to his, her legs quaking so badly they were ready to buckle. With a small gasping moan, she began pumping her hips back and forth, grinding her crotch into his and making him tremble with the feel of he wet pussy-lips sucking at the base of his cock.

Bonnie's long black hair hung wetly down her back, every strand of it soaked to the roots. Moaning almost directly into the lanky boy's car, she murmured to him, "I love having your cock in my pussy. I just love it. It's going so far in! Ohhhh!"

And then Gary slid one finger into her twitching asshole, poking it up into her ass and wriggling it around. Bonnie sucked in her breath, her legs shaking so badly she thought she'd fall, and hugged him around the waist even tighter.