Mark Smith - Hot wet wife

She closed her eyes.

The next thing skews aware of we a low hum, not readily identifiable, but coming from down at end of the bed where Sue Ellen was seated with her back to Merril.

"What's that?"

"You just keep your eyes closed for now, honey. I'll take care of you, just relax."

Merril shut her eyes.

She could sense Sue Ellen moving toward her, and tin low hum we coming with her. Then Sue Ellen touched her neck with a warm, oil-covered hand, rubbing gently at the same time that the humming sound came closer.

Then it touched her.

"Mmmmmmmmm…" Merril groaned, suddenly aware of a warm, pulsing sensation that was covering one of her tits, practically sending her nipples into orbit. "Wow!"

"Now just relax."

It was a vibrator that fit on the back of Sue Ellen's hand, sending its pulsing excitement through the other woman's hand and into Merril's body.

Incredible.

Merril had heard about such things, but she had never even considered using one on herself. That sort of thing was, to say the least, undignified.

But she was rapidly changing her mind.

This was fantastic.

"My cunt… ohhhhhh my cunt…" Suddenly she wanted to feel that pulsing, flittering sensation that was on her tits now go down to her pay.

She wanted to come, and she thought for sure that this was the way to do it.

And she was right.

Slowly, sliding acme Merril's oil-covered body, Sue Ellen guided her hand down, taking her time but moving directly to the point on Merril's body that both of them were mast concerned with. Her sweet, trembling cunt.

As she looked down, Sue Ellen could see beads of moisture already collecting at the entrance.

She smiled.

This was going to be interesting.

Gently she guided her vibrating hand across Merril's soft cunt hairs until finally she was at the entrance to her love hole.

"Oooooohhhhh," Merril groaned, feeling the vibrations shoot through her body with a wildness that threatened to carry her away.

"Inside… inside my cunt…"

Sue Ellen smiled once again.

She inserted one finger.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh…" Merril moaned, feeling her cunt begin to dissolve at the pulsing, driving presence within it. Her legs, practically of their own accord, began to thrash and kick, climbing up into the air as Sue Ellen began to move her finger in and out, all the while letting the vibrator attached to the back of her hand send its impulses shooting into and through Merril's cunt.

"Ooooohhhh… make me come… ohhhhh, please make me come…" she pleaded, sensing that it was going to happen but not knowing what to expect.

"Just relax, baby, and let it happen. Let it happen…" Sue Ellen urged, knowing that if Merril could only stop trying so hard with her mind, her body would take over from there.

Merril collapsed back onto the bed, trying to force herself to relax.

It worked.

Deep inside her cunt she became aware of a new presence that began to build and grow. It was a little like a fiery coal, getting hotter and hotter, heating her juices with growing intensity, making them whirl and spin, coming ever closer to the surface, fighting to be free.

"Oooohhhh… it's happening… it's happening… I'm gonna come… come COME!" With a sudden rush her cunt overflowed, juices spilling out of her and onto Sue Ellen's hand like there was nothing else in the world.

Again and again the muscles of her cunt slammed open and shut as wrenching spasms of delight shot through her.

"Oooooohhhhh… yesssss," she whispered as the waves of orgasm began to diminish, still strong but relenting, returning her at last to a state in which she could be at least semi-conscious of something other than her flaming, dripping pussy.

And then finally it we over.

She opened her eyes.

Sue Ellen was smiling down at her, her tits heaving in excitement at what she had just witnessed.

"Nice?" she queried.

"More than nice. Fantastic!" Merril exulted.

Her cunt felt like a pool of melted wax, simmering slowly as the muscles continued to contract rhythmically. She hadn't known exactly what to expect, but she had never had any idea it would be this.

And she was certain that she could achieve it again, now that she knew what it was and what it felt like.

Mavis thought that Jason was intriguing. She had initially taken him to be great deal different than he actually was in spite of the fact that he had the appearance of a construction worker, his speech was altogether different.

But the fact remained that his body, or what she could see of it beneath the clothes that he wore, was something to be marveled at. He was tall, and broad through the shoulders like a bear.

In fact, now that she thought about it, a bear was what he reminded her of more than anything else.

It made her feel like an animal to be turned on by him. The thought made her cream in anticipation.

"Are you allowed to fraternize with the guests?" he asked, smiling at her from above.

"Only when I feel like it."

"Well. Do you feel like it right now?"

"Subtle, aren't you?"

"Only when I can't think of any other way to be."

"All right," she answered. Then she looked around the room; they were the only ones left. The fire was still going, so without saying anything else she walked across the expanse of carpet and stood in front of the crackling blaze.

Jason followed her.

A few feet away from her, he stopped, sensing that she was about to do something.

He was right.

Keeping her eyes directly on him, she proceeded to strip until she was naked. There was nothing of the exhibitionist in the way she did it, and yet it wasn't clinical either.

His cock began to grow stiff.

She was an exceptional woman, that much was obvious at first glance.

Her body we slim, but her tits full and soft, just begging to be licked and squeezed.

Excitement rising within him to almost a fever pitch, Jason began to practically rip off his clothes. Just the thought of burying his cock to the hilt in that sweet muff exposed before him was enough to send him through the roof.

A moment later he was naked, his thick hairy body con tinting sharply with her thin, smooth one.

"Wait," she cautioned as he started to move toward him.

"Huh?"

"Let's talk first."

"About what? The weather?"

"No, about what we're going to do to each other."

"I don't understand," he growled, suddenly wondering if he had made a mistake by choosing the psychologist for a bed partner. What was she going to do, analyze him?

"I'll start," she said, sitting down on the carpet and spreading her legs carelessly.

"Go ahead," he answered, resigning himself reluctantly to his fate.

"All right," she said, moving her hand provocatively along the creamy expanse of her inner thigh. "Fiat of all, my cunt's already starting to cream just at the thought of having your big cock slam into it. I can practically feel it inside me right now, ramming all the way to the back of my cunt. It's fantastic."

Jason just looked in amazement, feeling his excitement grow. By the time she finished talking, her hands were all over her cunt, spreading the lips so he could see inside her, watching as tiny streams of hot honey made their way out of her cunt and onto her finger.

When one finger was completely covered with the liquid, she held it up in front of her face, sniffed it, then carefully licked every drop from it.

"Your turn," she said, smiling like a vixen.

"I bet you've got just about the sweetest pussy around," he began, catching the spirit of what she wanted from him and realizing that it was indeed a turn-on to talk like this. "And your tits make me just want to bury my face in the middle of them and never come up for air. I bet they're soft, fleshy, just about the best thing I've seen in a long time."