Steve Masters - Mom_s summer swap camp

"Okay, you foxy little bitch," he grinned. "Go ahead and let's see what you can do!"

Lana accepted the invitation with a purr. She knelt beside him and leaned over to work at the buttons of his shirt, and her full, healthy young titties swayed breathtakingly before his face, the erect nipples hard and red like tiny cherry candies, just waiting to be nibbled.

But Mike held off. She wanted to do the work for a while, and that was just fine with him! He closed his eyes and sighed with contentment as she undid his shirt and slipped it from him, her long-nailed fingers scraping and teasing lightly across the flesh of his chest, titillating him like some soft erotic summer breeze.

Outside the cabin, Mavis Richards felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight of that bared, bronzed chest with its mat of silky masculine hair. And now her eyes dropped to the girl's hands as they worked at the belt and zipper of Mike's jeans.

Mavis felt the warm, glowing sensation that had been centered in her loins since she'd heard that first moan turn into a burning, stabbing fire. God, he was a beautiful man. What arms! What a chest! What a smile!

The flames that now centered in her pussy grew even hotter as Mavis waited to see what kind of a cock this healthy young stud was going to have.

And she was not to be disappointed…

The belt and zipper loosened, Lana Jordan rolled the blue jeans down from her husband's hips. He wore no underwear, and all of a sudden… thwappp! It was obvious that playing with his wife had turned Mike on more than a little. Freed from the confines of his pants, his healthy, aroused pecker snapped to attention and quivered at full staff, ready for action.

Two women gasped at the sight of that tool. Lana, because she knew how much pleasure it was capable of giving her – how much pleasure it would give her horny little pussy in only a few minutes – and Mavis because, far from being disappointed, it had excited her even more than she had thought it would!

It's beautiful, she thought. It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen in my life…

Mike Jordan's dick was a thing of natural art, to be sure.

Measuring a full ten inches in length, it seemed to throb at that moment with a life of its own, the thick blue veins running along it throbbing, pulsating with his need, the tiny gob of pre-cum juice oozing from the slit and sparkling in the afternoon sun.

All rational thought had by this time fled from the mind of the young mother. She had been swept away by her own horny desires and, almost without her knowing it, both of her hands were now busy. She was leaning against the outside wall of the cabin, her attention riveted on the action within. One hand was still playing with one of her tits. She was playing with it hard now, mauling the whole thing with her palm and flicking the nipple with her thumb. At the same time her other hand had drifted down to the crotch of her slacks, and she was gently rotating her middle three fingers over the mound of her burning twat. Even through the material she could feel the warm wetness that was oozing there.

Her breath was shallow and hurried. She was unaware of the beads of perspiration on her smooth, lovely forehead. The fingers of both hands moved faster and faster.

My God, she thought. What I wouldn't give for a man of my own right now. For a cock to be thrust up my own hot pussy. Ohhh, I need it so bad. I need it so very bad…

Inside the cabin, Lana had by this time gotten over the initial thrill she always experienced when she first set eyes on her husband's prick. She knew damn well what a lucky girl she was, to not only have a man so endowed, but to have a man who knew how to use what nature had given him! Without further ado, she got down to business.

Kneeling beside him, she took his balls in one of her hands and began playing with them, kneading them, while with the other hand she commenced stroking the tower of muscle with smooth, long caresses.

Now it was Mike's turn to moan.

"Ohhh, go to it, doll," he gasped. "Go to it. You play with me so nice… so Goddamn nice!"

Gently teasing and squeezing his cum-filled rocks, she let the tips of her curved fingers occasionally stray to the puckered rim of his ass, and whenever one of the long nails made contact with the sensitive flesh, the man would writhe in a fit of pleasure. Occasionally the masturbating hand would stop at the very tip of his pulsating cock and the nails of her other hand would waggle teasingly back and forth just beneath the head. Then the steady up-down stroking would continue, and before long Mike Jordan's hips were pumping like crazy.

More than once he seemed on the verge of cumming, of exploding his hot cream all over her stroking hand. But each time she sensed him ready to erupt, the fingers would slow down, she would let the embers of his lust cool, but again only momentarily, and then the maddening up-down motion, and the teasing ass-scratching, would continue.

Mike reached up and palmed her swaying, melon-like titties. His eyes were closed with passion.

"Baby… baby, please… you know what I like," he groaned. "Your mouth… take my prick in your mouth… suck it, baby… you know what I like… please…"

"It's coming, baby," she promised softly. "It's coming… and you will be too."

So saying, as she continued what she was doing with both of her hands, she bent forward and, parting her lips slightly, began nibbling and tongue-flicking around Mike's neck and ears. Coming around to his face she kissed him long and passionately.

And then she began the long, slow, teasing trek downward. His hips arched up in anticipation and he slid both his hands to the sides of her head, letting his fingers run and curl through her long red hair. His whole body seemed to grow tense.

A long, low moan escaped his lips. "Ohhhh, Christ, baby," he sighed. "That mouth of yours… you know just what to do with it…" Down across his chest her parted, teasing lips moved, until they came to his nipples. She stopped there, nibbling and teasing at one with her flashing white teeth, and then at the other; teasing them just the way she liked to have her titties played with. And all the while her hand pumped up and down on his thick, horny cock.

"Oohhhh… ummmm…" he groaned, lost in his own wild, swirling vortex of lust. "Ooooo… I can't wait, Lana… suck me, mama… suck me…"

But Lana, was not to be hurried.

After teasing his nipples for nearly two minutes, she continued the trip downward. Everywhere her mouth touched, she delivered delicious little butterfly kisses to his quivering torso, the teeth biting and teasing, the tongue swirling, while one of her hands kept right on masturbating his hard-on and the other finger-fucked his pulsating asshole.

Lana Jordan was one fine lover, and Mike Jordan damn well knew it. Every nerve in his body was tingling and aching for release!

At last, Lana made it. She nuzzled through his wiry forest of pubic hair, and her flicking tongue finally came to rest at the base of his massive, excited cock.

With both of her hands still busy, she now added another dimension to his pleasure as she puckered her lips and blew a hot, teasing stream of air up and down the length of his cock, giving it an occasional kiss along the route.

She looked up along the length of his body and their eyes met. "What would you like now, my big horny bull?" she asked him with a smile.

He couldn't help but moan. "Y-you know damn well what I want, baby," he gasped. "Mouth-fuck me, mama… please… let me screw your face…"

"Sure, baby," she said softly. "Sure."

Moving her hand from his ass for a moment, she used it to cup his tight, aching balls. With the other hand she lightly grasped his prick about halfway up. Then, flicking her tongue across her lips until they were wet and glistening with saliva, she opened her sensuously shaped mouth, bowed her head, and allowed the full length of hard, hot meat to slide into her, until the throbbing red head was rubbing against the inside of her throat.