Don Scott - Three hot wives

With agonizing slowness, Bernice licked and nibbled her way back to the turgid cock-head. Opening her lips wide, she swallowed the cock-meat deep into the hot recesses of her mouth.

Bernice felt the prick expanding in her mouth, literally vibrating with life. She pulled one hand away from John's ass and wrapped it around his prick. Then, simultaneously jerking on his cock while she sucked it, she threw every ounce of energy in her body into giving him the wildest, most exciting blow-job he had ever received.

The pleasure was too great, too intense, for John to remain calm. His whole body trembled. His balls began leaping crazily between his legs as a hoarse, animal-like growl grew from deep inside his throat.

She had pulled back and had the tip of John's cock-knob against her tongue when the first spunky eruption of jism, blasted out. The cum splattered against her tongue and roof of her mouth. The salty, rich flavor and the creamy texture delighted her. It was the reward she had wanted, the goal she had worked for. Lustily, she swirled the gooey blobs of cock cream around in her mouth, savoring the flavor.

"Is he cumming? Is he cumming?" Abigail asked quickly, ashamed of her open display of curiosity.

At the first taste of jism, Bernice felt supremely confident. To realize that she had used her lips and tongue – and even teeth – to drive this muscular man with the fat prick into a state of mind-blowing ecstasy!

When Bernice heard Abigail's impassioned plea, she pulled her hotly sucking lips off John's prick, but continued to stroke his fiery fuck-stick.

"Cum! Shoot your cum!" Bernice hissed with licentious joy.

The brunette pounded on John's cock and a second powerful stream of spunk shot from the mean-looking cock-head. The milky river of spunk gushed through the air, initially striking Bernice on the chin. The cum dangled from her face as a third, fourth and fifth eruption squirted mightily from the prick-tip. This jism landed on Bernice's neck and splattered on her full, jiggling tits.

The rest of John's cock cream oozed slowly but steadily out of his piss slit. It rolled in globs over her fist and down her wrist and forearm. The cum that dripped from Bernice's chin dropped, landing on the upper slope of her right tit.

Sara was almost ready to cum even though nobody had touched her juicing clit. The sight of her friend sucking a cock, then jerking that prick off, was one of the lustiest things Sara had ever seen. The globs of fuck cream were clinging to Bernice's neck and tits, and Sara couldn't pull her eyes away.

Leaning forward again, Bernice sucked John's shrinking prick back into her mouth. She licked hungrily on the twitching cock-meat and cleaned it, working a last drop of spunk out of the cock's piss hole.

Sara was trembling. She wanted to suck Steve's prick until he, too, shot out his cum. Looking at the clock above the bar she saw it was nearly three o'clock.

"Okay, guys, you've got to leave now," Sara said, trying hard to sound firm. "We've all been treated to a nice show, so go home and think about it. Tomorrow you can all come back if you want."

Bernice finally got to her feet. She was about to pull the front of her short gown up and slip her arms in the straps, but there was too much cum clinging to her tits. She said goodbye to all the men and headed for the shower to wash the jism off.

By Monday morning the three women were more than ready to be with the five men who were regulars at The Spa. After a weekend with their hated husbands, all of them were ready to suck and fuck like crazy.

During the weekend, Sara couldn't get the image of Bernice out of her mind. The blow-job Bernice had given John, while everyone was there to watch her, had been indelibly etched in her mind. She could close her eyes and still picture vividly the cum as it erupted from John's balls, spitting through the air and landing on Bernice's big tits.

"We're a little late," Sara said, casting a quick look at her watch as she drove.

"Well, I'm all set for a good week," Bernice said, flicking her cigarette out the open window. "This is our second week and, you know, I've never had so much fun in my life."

Abigail was also thinking about the lurid blow-job Bernice had given. It was a performance, Abigail knew. Nothing less than a performance! She wished she had the courage to do something like that. But, sadly, Abigail knew she would never be so bold.

"Let's hope this week goes as well," Abigail said quietly. She stared out the front window, thinking about what it would be like to have a man's prick fucking her mouth, spewing out the thick cum from his balls.

Abigail thought about Tony and wondered if he, too, would like to have his prick sucked until he came. Would he like it? Would she be good enough at it to really make Tony enjoy it?

"You've got to trust me," Bernice said to Abigail as they watched Bill and Chuck showering. "It's really easy to give good blow jobs. And it's also a special kick to suck a cock with someone else there. You'll feel jut like an actress."

"But I'm not sure I want to feel like an actress," Abigail said weakly. "Oh, this is all so strange!"

"Trust me. You've got to trust me." Bernice slipped out of her teddy pajamas, then kicked off her high-heeled slippers. After pulling her thigh-high nylons off, she rubbed her tits excitedly.

"Come on, take that bikini off." Abigail looked at herself in the mirror. She just couldn't take the bikini off. It would be too obscene, such an open invitation to get fucked.

"No, it's okay to keep it on. There's nothing wrong with getting it wet."

"You're chicken," Bernice said sarcastically. "Oh, well, here goes nothin'!"

Bernice opened the glass door to the shower and stepped inside. She took Abigail's hand and pulled her in, then closed the door.

"Well, well, well!" Chuck rubbed a bar of soap against his balls and grinned at the two women. "Now this is the right way to take a shower!"

"I'll say! Come on, Bernice, get over here and give me some head… like you did with John!" Bill added.

Bernice, never one to hold back her emotions, walked over to the men, putting a hand on each of them. Then they were kissing her, taking turns, rubbing their soapy hands all over her naked body.

Fighting to free herself from the repression she had been living with all her life, Abigail wanted to rush into Bill's arms and beg him to shove his prick into her needy pussy. But she didn't do that because she couldn't do that. So she stood watching her friend being felt up by two strong, athletic, handsome men.

Bernice grabbed two soapy cocks and began stroking them as two different streams of warm water cascaded over her tingling body. Turning her face to Bill, Bernice kissed his mouth hungrily, biting on his bottom lip. He had his hand on her pussy and was fingering her sizzling clit.

"I want you both!" Bernice said above the noise of the twin showers that splashed on their bodies. "But we've got to help Abigail! Wait, she wants to learn."

Chuck, was confused. He wanted to shove his burgeoning prick into Bernice's hot mouth immediately. Then he looked at the slender teenager standing in a corner of the shower, and his opinion changed. He wanted to fuck this young wife and feel her svelte body writhing in blissful ecstasy.

"Come on, little darlin', slide on over here and give Chuck some head," Chuck said, motioning with his hand for Abigail to come closer.

Trembling, Abigail crossed her hands over her tits. Even though she wore the two-piece bikini, she felt completely naked under the lusty gaze of Chuck as his eyes raked up and down her body.

"Just give me a little time to relax," Abigail said weakly, defensively. "Go ahead, Bernice, you start without me. I'll be there in just a little bit."