Ted Leonard - Wife made to suck

At the crucial moment, when Kelly had his cock enormous and wet and throbbing, he eased it out of her sucking young mouth. Kelly was dazed as her eyes fluttered open.

"What… what…" she grunted, half out of her mind with passion.

Sam chuckled lewdly and worked his way down her writhing young body. He knelt between her spread thighs and Kelly whimpered as he poked his prick at her cunt.

"Want me to eat you or fuck you?" he said.

"Oh, my God!" Kelly gasped, aching all over no. "Fuck me!"

She hated his chortles and chuckle and superior attitude, but this was no time for arguing or cursing. She needed his cock! So when Sam relented and inserted his bulging cockhead between her cunt-lips, she pushed her pussy up and it grabbed at his prick. And when Sam lowered himself onto her straining lumpy body, she actually pushed back and held onto him for dear life as he fucked her brain out.

He was much too horny to suit her and his cock was much too big for a girl her age, but under the conditions we could do nothing but fuck like a slut for him.

His enormous prick filled her fuck-channel so thoroughly and created such mind-boggling sensations that she couldn't help but screw her horny cunt round and round as his prick plunged, drilled, rammed, and pounded her pussy.

"Uhhhh!" she grunted inelegantly. "Unnnhhhh! Uhhhnnhhhh!"

With each grunt, she fucked upward with her tight, wet, cummy cunt. Shudders and shivers of orgasm rippled through her as she humped his prick. She came like crazy several times during the long, dazzing fuck, and the extreme orgasms left her breathless and weak and whimpering like a hurt kitten.

Sam didn't release her body until he got what he needed. His cock swelled up in her twisty cunt and finally exploded in a series of violent jolts that brought stars to Kelly's pained eyes. She groaned long and low as he pumped a flood of jism into her burning cunt, then she lay panting for breath.

She felt thoroughly fucked. As far as she was concerned, she'd already put in a day's work. So when Sam said, "Come back in an hour," she exclaimed. "Oh, no, you don't! I'm going home!"

She turned at the door and said, "And don't bother coming by tonight. My kid sister is visiting."

She left the office without a word to the girls.

That was worth an hour of gossipy speculation. What had happened in the boss' office to make her leave that way?

Kelly hurried home. Maybe she could send Tracy out to a store, or something. Then she could wake Tom up in a very special way. The sexy idea excited her and gave wings to her feet.

But when she got there, Tom was already up, in more ways than one. She found the living room empty, and heard some familiar sounds coming from her bedroom, the sounds of sex.

She started to dash to the bedroom door, but checked the impulse. She tiptoed up to it and pecked inside. Her eyes went wide, her breath caught in her throat, and her pussy got wet. Tom and Tracy were both naked on the bed, fucking.

Tom was flat on his back and Tracy was sitting on his prick, humping up and down on it. Tom's hands were up, mauling Tracy's pert young tits as her tight little cunt rose and fell smoothly on his wet cock.

Kelly thought she'd die on the spot. Her husband! And her sister! On her bed! It was too much for her.

"What are you doing?" she screeched, barging into the room.

"Kelly!" Tracy gasped, and fell off Tom's prick. She landed on her back on the bed, legs flying.

Tom got up on his elbows, his cock upright and soaked with Tracy's pussy-juice. "What are you doing home?" he rasped.

"Never mind me!" Kelly cried. "How dare you fuck my little sister? How dare you? That's rape!"

"Rape?" Tom blinked. "How can it be rape? She was on top."

"I don't care!" Kelly yelled. "Oh, Tom, how could you?"

"I asked him for it," Tracy piped up.

Kelly's eyes flared. "You stay out of this! What do you know? I thought you were a virgin!"

"I was." Tracy said.

Kelly's mouth fell open and her flashing eyes nailed Tom. "You broke my sister's cherry?"

"Not really," Tracy said, sitting up to talk to her sister. "I mean, I think I lost it on my vibrator. You can't blame Tom for that!"

Kelly was in no mood to listen to reason. "You're going home if I have to drive you there myself?" she cried. She whirled on Tom and cried. "And you? You rapist! You pervert!"

"Hey," Tom said. "Watch it with the names."

Kelly attacked him. He jumped to his feet and fended her off. Her fists beat at his chest. Then she burst into tears, and Tom embraced her shaking body.

"Cry it out," he said. "You'll feel better."

Kelly tore away from him.

"I'll never feel better!" she sobbed. She sat down on the bed and buried her face in her hands. "My own sister! My own husband!" she wept.

Tom gathered up his clothes and carded them to the door. "I think I'll go to work," he said. He got dressed in the living room, and left the house.

Kelly turned her wet eyes to Tracy. "How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends, as well as sisters. I'm so ashamed of you. No wander you told me you wouldn't use a vibrator any more. Well, you're not going to use my husband's prick for your dildo. No way. I'm calling right now, and I'm going to put you on a bus home."

She stormed out of the bathroom, and Tracy heard her on the telephone asking for bus schedule information. It saddened her. She padded naked to the closet and got one of Tom's dress shirts out. She slipped into it, buttoned it up to her jutting tits, and wore it as a minidress.

The Blake apartment was a bleak place for the rest of the day. Kelly gave her kid sister the silent treatment, pouting all the while. There was a bus leaving that night, about eight, and that's all Kelly cared about.

By the time when Tom would normally leave for work rolled around, Kelly had a splitting headache. She glanced over at Tracy, a sexy teen in one of Tom's shirts, and she had to admit to herself that Tracy was a luscious young thing. But that was no excuse for Tom to lose control of himself.

She got to her feet and broke the stony silence.

"You can fix yourself something to eat," she said coldly. "I'm going to take a long, hot bath."

The water pipes made a lot of noise, so Tracy got up to turn the TV sound up. But a knock on the door stopped her. She turned and hurried to the door and pulled it open. She looked up into the face of a nice old guy in a business suit.

"Yes?" she cooed, as his eyes examined the thrust of her tits in the open V of her shirt.

"Is Kelly in?" he asked.

Tracy remembered what her mother taught her about strange men. "Who are you?"

"I'm Sam Hartman. Kelly's boss."

"Oh, yes," Tracy said with a pretty smile. "I heard her mention you. Come on in."

She stepped aside, and Sam smiled with pleasure. As Tracy leaned to close the door, he admired her curvy naked legs. When she faced him, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her proud, pointy tits.

"Kelly told me she had a kid sister," he said, "but she didn't tell me you were such a cute nymph."

Tracy was thrilled to her toes by his grownup assessment of her. He didn't make her feel like a kid.

"I think you're naughty," she said, flirting like a big girl. "Are you this naughty around Kelly?"

"Always," Sam chuckled, tickled by her boldness.

Tracy preceded him into the living room so he could get an eyeful of her swinging little ass. She glanced over her shoulder, and said, "Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

"No, no," Sam said, sitting on the sofa. "Don't even think of leaving the room."

Tracy giggled and practically posed for him. Her eyes flashed, and she put on a pretty smile.

"You're not only naughty," she said. "I have a feeling you're dangerous."

They laughed together then, and a lot of ground was broken between them.