David Crane: The wife_s wild ass

She could hear the moist sounds his mouth made and she could hear her pussy squish. He lifted his head for a moment, looking down into her open cunt, and she saw that he was coated with slippery pussy juice from brow to chin. Then he buried his head and sucked some more.

"Oh!" Caroline wailed, as the first spasm hit her.

The waves began to ripple across her belly and to run like an electric current up her thighs.

They came faster, and higher.

Each wave was being compressed into the one before, and the one to follow, until they had blended into one sustained peak of pleasure, and Caroline was melting with the ecstasy of a prolonged orgasm. She churned her ass and rolled her belly. Her hips worked like pistons and her legs trembled violently. Jonathon gave a little moan of satisfaction as he realized his wife was coming.

His lips parted and clamped over her hairy cunt, and he sucked the cuntjuice out of her pussy hungrily.

He kept working on her cunt until she stopped thrashing about and, tugging gently at his head, urged him upwards. He gave her pussy a last loving slurp, then twisted up and mounted her. She smiled up at him, happily, contentedly – yet, despite having come, her expression showed that she was still eager for his cock. He grinned down at her, a gleam in his eyes, his lips creamy with her fuck fluids. He braced his weight on hands and knees and his big cock loomed out over her belly. She saw the elongated shadow of his cock fall over her loins. Then he dipped his ass and pushed in, and his prick slipped into her cunt without needing any guidance, running true as a torpedo.

He pushed the tip in, then paused, enjoying the expectation.

Her cuntlips began to pull on his cockhead, keen to drag that welcome meat up her hot fuck hole. Her clit brushed his hard cock-knob. That knob flared and pulsed in the entrance to her cunt. His ass tightened and he fed her pussy another inch, pausing again. His whole cockhead was bedded in her cunt now, but the long, thick cockshaft was still between them, like a big bolt fixing his balls to her crotch.

She squirmed and humped.

"Put it in," she gasped.

He fed her another teasing inch.

"Put it all in!" she wailed.

She felt his cockhead spread and expand, gripped snugly by her cuntlips, pulsating and pounding. His hands moved down and cupped her under the ass. He lifted her pelvis higher.

Then he slowly fucked the full length of his rampant cockmeat into her cunt, going in balls-deep with that long, rippling stroke.

"Ahhhh," she sighed.

Jonathon held the full penetration, savoring the thrill of having every inch of his cock buried in her hot pussy and letting Caroline enjoy the pleasure of being stuffed to the brim with cockmeat. His balls were jammed into her crotch, hanging down against the slope of her upthrust ass, and his belly was plastered against her. Her pussy began to work on him even before they began to fuck. She had a talented, pliable cunt. The inner muscles closed in a series of concentric rings, working up his prick from root to knob, as if she were jacking him off inside herself.

He lowered his head and sucked on a tit-tip.

Caroline clamped her thighs around his haunches and locked her heels behind his ass. She had molded her body into a fucking machine. Her thighs were hooks, her groin a cup. She began to pump, sliding an inch or two along his rigid prick.

Jonathon groaned as he felt her slippery cunt moving up and down on his cock. He took a slow stroke, fucking his cock into her as she slid her pussy down. Caroline wound herself sinuously around on his fat cock, her ass describing a spiral and her belly grinding through an S-shaped curve as it pushed down.

He began to really fuck her furiously then as they fell into the rhythm together, fucking in counterpoint. As Jonathon fucked in, Caroline jammed her cunt down to meet him and as he withdrew she twisted her hips from side to side, wringing his retracting cockmeat while her crotch churned around, levering her clit against his prick.

Her whole crotch was awash with foaming cuntjuice. The stuff sprayed out as he fucked into her pussy, pumped out by the fat plunger of his prick, soaking his belly and balls and pouring down into the crack of her ass.

Caroline was clinging to him, riding him from below. Her arms were clasped around his neck and her legs scissored his haunches. Her slender back was arched deeply, belly up and shoulders down. They were both grunting as they fucked their groins together. Jonathon was alternating his strokes, coming in low and underslung with one, then hiking his trembling ass up and fucking in at a descending angle that rubbed every inch of his cock across her tingling cut as it went into her fuck hole. Her firm, gently rounded belly whipped against him in that erotic spiral, and his cum-filled balls swung in to whack against her ass, like the clapper of a hairy bell peeling out the chimes of carnal desire.

As he fucked faster, his cock grew fatter, expanding inside her and spreading her pliable pussy out around it. Her cunt was molded to the outline of his prickshaft and cock-knob, so that there was fluid friction through every inch. There seemed to be a mysterious mouth somewhere in the depths of her belly, sucking on the head of his cock, a magical hand stroking up and down his prickshaft as her pussy muscles contracted.

She relaxed the grip of her thighs as he withdrew, then tightened them, drawing him back into her hairy bowl. Her heels were locked behind his haunches, rubbing against his asshole.

"Fuck," she whimpered.

Then the horny housewife began to repeat the word, saying it once each time he plunged in, as if she were describing the act, putting dialogue to the erotic ballet. He was fucking in frantically now as his peak built higher, fucking so fast that she could not pause between the repetition as she whimpered the word over and over again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

And she met his strokes with equal vitality. Her whole smooth body had started to vibrate. She was ready to come again, waiting for him, wanting to cream at the same instant that he poured his hot jism into her.

She said, "Fuck! Come!"

"Yeah, yeah," he panted, almost there.

"Shoot it in me, darling – fill my cunt with all that hot, thick juice! Let me feel you squirt it up me!"

Jonathon gasped.

His balls burst and the sap rushed up his cock. Caroline could feel the prickshaft ripple as the cum poured up it – and then she felt the steaming fuck lava hose her pussy.

She cried out with animal passion.

Her pussy melted around his prick like a wax candle around a hard, fiery wick. Each time he fucked in to the root, he shot another thick wad of scum up her, and she responded with an equal flow of pussy juice that gushed into her fuck hole and blended with his spunk. His meaty cock was pumping the stuff out of her as it filled her cunt tunnel. Foaming and frothy, the lather of love creamed from her slot, and they both kept replacing it with more. He shot seven or eight doses up her, the stuff jetting out as if his balls were bottomless, and Caroline felt as if her whole body and being were dissolving, magically changing into cunt-juice and pouring out of her groin. The bed was soaking under her ass. She was slipping and sliding on a film of fuck juice as she worked out the last spasms of her climax.

At last, Jonathon slowed.

He halted – and then he grimaced and fucked into her a few more times, pumping out yet another geyser of jism.

Caroline kept moving until, finally, he was drained. His head sank down onto her cushioning tits. She held him to her tenderly. Her cunt rippled and she moved her loins gently as she made sure that she had milked out every drop of her own orgasm.

Then they snuggled together contentedly.