David Crane - Horse-loving farm wives

"You cocksucker!" he gasped, but it was no insult now. This was the best head that Mike had ever had and now he was using the word as a sort of compliment. Claire took it that way. She smiled around the mouthful of hot cockmeat.

The blonde began to go up and down again. She drew up until only the head of his cock was in her mouth and her lips had collared him just behind his big knob, paused to suck, then bobbed back down, taking his cockhead down her throat, consuming every inch of his delicious prickmeat. She was taking him in like a sword-swallower. Her lips pulled and dragged and sucked. Her tongue continued to slash against his cockhead and shaft as it went in and out. She tilted her head, varying the technique, taking his knob into one check and then the other and then taking it right down her throat once more.

As her lips pulled up, saliva ran down his fuckrod. Streaked with that saliva there was some of his milky jism. Then her lips went down again, slurping his meat back into her mouth, reclaiming her saliva and his jism. She sighed and purred. She swallowed. As much as Mike wag enjoying having his prick sucked, Claire seemed to be enjoying it even more, having gone suck-crazy on his cockmeat.

Claire slid her hand from his belly, then reached under him. She began to finger his asshole, then pushed one finger right up inside his shit chute, reaming the tight hole.

Mike yelped and his ass corkscrewed upward, driving his prick into her eager mouth. Claire began to tilt her head from side to side, rotating her compressed lips around his fuckrod. He bucked, plunging into her throat. Claire gagged as her air was cut off, then panted as his prick withdrew, sucking across every inch of it.

She drew up to his pricktip.

"Come," she whispered, her lips mouthing the words right on his meaty cockhead. "Cream in my mouth, Mike…"

"Yeah… yeah…" he gasped. His heels drummed on the floor and he threw his head back, his eyes rolling wildly and his mouth hanging open, lost in the thrill of her mouth-fucking skills. "Soon – keep sucking, baby. Suck the jism out of my balls, you sweet cocksucking bitch – you – cum-drinking tramp! Suck my cum out!"

Claire began to bob up and down faster and her tongue was flying around against his cockhead and shaft as she sought to bring him to the peak now. She was relishing his tasty cockmeat but now she yearned for the creamy dessert of his ejaculation.

"Here it comes!" he cried.

Claire whimpered in anticipation, salivating heavily as she drove her head far down on his fuckrod… and met his first thick spurt on the way, as it shot from his cockhead in a mighty jet.

His cum hit the back of her throat. She gulped it down and mouthed all of his prick, taking him in balls-deep. As she drew back up, he shot his second wad. It skimmed over her arched tongue in a creamy cascade. She drank it merrily down and kept bobbing, as if her head was a pump, pulling the juice from the well of his balls.

Her mouth was filling up faster than she could swallow his jism. It overflowed her lips and poured back down his prickshaft, pooling up on his balls. Up and down she went, milking and nursing, sucking and tonguing for all she was worth.

It was making her hot to drink his cum.

Her pussy had opened and ribbons of cunt-juice were running down the insides of her thighs. She knew that she was going to have to finger-fuck herself as soon as she finished emptying his prick. Maybe he would like to watch her do it. Or maybe she should go back over to Molly's for another cuntsucking session. She would decide afterward. At the moment there was only one task at hand, and that was emptying Mike's big cock and drinking his succulent jism.

He sprayed her cheek with a dose, then hosed the roof of her mouth with another. He flooded her tongue and throat. His hot jism was running through her teeth and soaking into her gums and dripping from the roof of her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, willing to ignore her own needs as long as he was feeding her that delectable fuck juice, abandoned to the joys of cum-drinking. He was coming so hard that she could actually hear the cream squirt from his cockhead, shooting out with a moist, hissing sound. She could feel his balls collapse as they emptied themselves and poured the creamy load into her mouth.

Mike's body was racked by spasms as his cum shot out. His back arched deeply and he emitted a strangled cry, a bubbling sound rather, as if his own throat were flooded with jizz. He threw his head back, staring at the ceiling with sightless eyes, his mouth hanging open, his chest heaving violently. As he shot, his loins recoiled. The man seemed to be suffering the shock of an electric current, some high voltage charge galvanizing his body, as if his prick had been plugged into a wall socket instead of into Claire's hot mouth.

Claire was jerking around, as well, her body out of control as it yielded to pure lust. She might have been drinking from a soldering iron, instead of from a prick, from the way she reacted. Her face was a mask of passion, enhanced by the jism that ran down her chin. Her nipples and her clit hummed and cunt-juice poured down her thighs. She hummed as his cum hissed into her greedy mouth and puffed as it bubbled down into her belly in load after load.

His flow lessened, still coming but with less vitality. Instead of hosing her throat now, Mike was dribbling his jism onto her arched tongue and pursed lips.

Then she had milked the last drops from him and, although the cum-loving woman continued to nurse on his knob, she could not drag another solitary nugget of jizz out of him. She slowly drew her lips from his cockhead, smiling happily, contented by the vast load of cum she had been fed… contented as far as her mouth was concerned, at least. Her pussy was a different matter, for with her cum-hunger sated, the woman's cunt was smoldering for its own share of Mike's cum.

She bent down and, starting with his balls, used her nimble, cum-soaked tongue to lap up all the hot, thick jism that had overflowed her lips and poured down his meat-rack. Claire did not want to waste a single drop. If cum was fattening, Claire would have been a fat girl.

She sat back on her heels, looking at Mike.

His cock was swaying back and forth, like a tree in a hurricane, still standing upright but no longer iron hard. It was as if his prick could not decide if it should collapse or if it should get stiff again. Her eyes gleamed as she gazed at his big fuck-tool. Then she gave a little shrug. Claire couldn't help it.

She just had to get fucked.

Mike's eyes were closed, his head tilted back, panting and wheezing from his open mouth. He had come so hard that he was semiconscious, his vitality squirted from his prick.

His prick continued to sway indecisively.

It looked like a cobra rising from a basket and swaying to the movement of the fakir's flute, Claire thought. And Claire had a hairy basket into which that cobra could go. It was the same way that it had happened with her friend Molly, that spiraling descent into naughtiness. Molly, who had intended at the start simply to let the mastiff tongue her cunt, had wound up sucking and fucking with the dog. Now Claire, who had only given Mike a blowjob in order to keep him from fucking her cunt and to keep herself from committing adultery, found herself longing to have Mike's long, thick cock plunging into her pussy.

With her cunt smoldering, Claire had lost her last qualms about fucking the man. She was able to rationalize it. Since she had already sucked his cock and swallowed his jism, it wouldn't be any naughtier if she fucked the man, as well.

Smiling in anticipation, she got to her feet and began to take her clothing off. Mike heard the rustling of her garments through the haze of his semi-conscious condition.