Ray Mills - Hot and nasty wife

She shrugged her shoulders.

“If that’s what you want,” she said.

“God, if you only knew how much I want it, honey,” Tamyra said.

Already her breath was quick with excitement. She got off the sofa and lay down on the floor in the middle of the living room, spreading her thighs. The puckering wet fleshy gash of her pussy gasped vulnerably.

"Come down here,” she said to Amy. “There’s more room.”

“I… I’ve never done anything like this before,” Amy said hesitantly.

She crouched between Tamyra’s spread quivering thighs. Tamyra was already panting and squirming with sexual excitement.

“Don’t worry,” she panted. “It won’t take long. I'm so close now I’m almost ready to pop. Just start with two fingers. Then three, then four. When you finally can make a fist, then really fuck me hard with it, okay?”

“Okay,” Amy murmured. “If that’s really what you want.”

“Oh god, baby, please! Please, do it to me!”

Amy bent her face down and began licking Tamyra’s wet pussy. She parted the fleshy petals with her fingers and dipped her tongue deep into the juicy furrow, tasting Tamyra’s juices. Finally she slid two fingers into the sleeve of the girl’s silky slit, wondering how it would ever stretch wide enough to accommodate her whole fist.

But she had promised. She had to go on.

“Unnhbhhhhh… unnnhhhhhhh,” Tamyra was already half grunting and half-moaning.

She bit her lower lip and propped herself up on her elbows so that she could see Amy’s hand working in and out of her cunt.

“More, more,” she panted. “Do four. Do four!”

Amy got four fingers into the greasy trench. The flesh of Tamyra’s cunt stretched and soon Amy was able to get the wedge formed by her four fingers and her thumb into it. Tamyra’s eyes rolled up behind her lips. She was mewling with wanton sexual need.

“Unnnhhhhhhh… unnhhhhhhh,” she hummed. “God yes! Oh god, I’m so close! Fuck me hard, baby! Make a fist, make a fist! Now, now!”

But in spite of her initial reluctance, Amy was really getting into it now. She didn’t need to be asked. She could get her whole hand into Tamyra’s sloshy cunt now. It flew in and out of the gaping furrow. Tamyra groaned and gagged and shivered with wild lust.

Amy clenched her fingers into – a fist. Her protruding knuckles raked the soft squishy walls of Tamyra’s clinging cunt. She buried her fist in the girl’s pussy up to the wrist.

“Aawwoonngggg!” Tamyra groaned, howling and twisting in wild throes of pleasure as Amy really began to fist-fuck her brutally.

You wanted it, baby! You asked for it! Amy chanted over and over to herself as she ripped her fist again and again into the poor shuddering, gagging girl’s splayed pussy. Part of her was ashamed of herself for getting off on it so much.

On the other hand, it was getting her sexually aroused again herself. She put her free hand in her own wet pussy and began fucking herself as she fucked Tamyra.

Tamyra was out of her mind with sexual pleasure. Though she obviously loved watching Amy’s hand jack hammering in and out of her cunt, her body went into writhing convulsions. She fell back on the floor and put both hands into her groin, frantically rubbing her clit now, keening and whimpering.

“Unnhh! Oh god… yes! Yes! Unhhh! Ohh nnnn! Oh! Oh Jesus! Fuck me! Harder, harder! Yes! Unnnhhhh!”

Suddenly Amy saw an expression of sublime torment seize the girl’s beautiful face. Tamyra clenched her whole body. Then she exploded.

“Nnnnnneeeeeee!” she shrieked. “Oooohhhhhhnnnneeeee! Aaiiieeeeee!”

With her fist buried deep in Tamyra’s coming pussy, Amy held on tight. She embraced the writhing girl with one arm and pressed her naked body against Tamyra’s. She rubbed her own cunt against Tamyra’s twitching knee and came again herself, feeling the currents of Tamyra’s orgasm flow into her.

But the way Tamyra came was incredible to Amy. It almost seemed as if the girl were going to die from the intensity of the orgasm that shook her straining body. She came and came and came, bearing down on Amy’s wrist, rubbing her clit against it, and coming yet again. She gagged and wheezed and tears squirted from her eyes. But just when it seemed that she was finished, she would squeeze another orgasm out.

By the time she was truly finished, both girls were so exhausted they could hardly move. Amy removed her hand from Tamyra’s tortured pussy and they collapsed in each other’s arms in fatigue. They didn’t speak because there didn’t seem to be anything to say. Despite what they had done, they were still almost total strangers.

God, how awful! Amy thought at first Brad, now this. What’s come over me?

Nevertheless, she soon got up and put on her clothes. Before she left she wanted to ask Tamyra if what she suspected was true. The story about Tamyra’s husband cheating on her was a lie, part of her strategy to get Amy to the point where she could fuck her.

But really, the more she thought about it, she didn’t want to ask. She didn’t want to know too much. She leaned over to kiss the naked Tamyra, who was still sprawled across the floor. Then she left.

Tamyra smiled lazily. “Will I see you again?”

“You want to order some lipstick?”

“I’ll order a case,” Tamyra grinned.

"Then I’ll have to come back to deliver it, won’t I?” Amy said, tossing her head flirtatiously as she walked out the door.

But as he walked down the path to the street, she could only shiver at the thought of what she had done.

Amy hated herself. She hated her young body for being so sex-hungry. She had never been this way in the past. It was only two days after her lesbian-fucking experience with Tamyra, yet already her cunt was itching, at the thought of being filled with Brad’s big prick.

And so she was both shocked and delighted when he phoned her a day early. She was glad he hadn’t called when Tom was home.

“Plans have changed,” he said. “I can’t make it tomorrow. You have to come downtown. Max Krip wants to see us both in his office.”

“Why is that?” Amy asked, suddenly feeling very nervous.

Krip was the regional vice president of Star Cosmetics. She had been present at a sales meeting once when he had given a pep talk. He was a thick barrel-chested ape-looking man, bald as an onion, with dense black fur growing on his arms. He seemed coarse and revolting but at the same time totally masterful, as if he harbored some brutal strength of will and body that ordinary men like Brad and her husband didn’t have.

Amy remembered the way Krip had leered at her legs and her breasts at that meeting. The look in his eye had made her feel somehow like a piece of meat swinging on a hook. She didn’t like the feeling. And she didn’t like the idea that she was going to have to see him again, either.

“He thinks he’s found something wrong with our accounts,” Brad answered her question.

Amy tried not to panic. “But I thought you were going to take care of all that!” she pried, trying to keep the hysteria out of her voice. “I thought I was in debt to you personally!”

“Now hold on, Amy. Don’t get upset. I was a little short myself. I just didn’t think it would be noticed for a week or two.”

“Wonderful!” she half-sobbed, not knowing whether to cry or scream.

“Calm down, baby. Just leave it to me. I know Max. I can handle him. He just wants to call us on the carpet. No big deal. We promise to repay the money.

He’ll get his kicks bawling us out. Everything will be fine. Wear something sexy. He’ll go for that.”

Amy was so distraught that she hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.