Don Scott: Three hot wives

"Tony, what's wrong? Don't you want to fuck me?" Abigail asked, moving closer to her lover.

"Why would I?"

"Tony, don't play games with me! I need your cock!"

"If you need it, suck me! Get down on your fucking knees and prove to me you're worthy of my cock!" Tony said slowly, the words cruel but the tone soft, almost casual.

It was humiliating for Abigail to beg for cock, but need was driving her on. She waited until Tony spread his knees, then she knelt between his legs and loosened the knotted towel. His prick drooped between his legs, the prick soft and wrinkled in its relaxed state.

Abigail just stared at his cock for a long time. Before, when Tony had raped her in the back yard, he had forced her to take his cock into her moth. Now she was going to suck his prick willingly, even wantonly, and this realization sent a shiver up her spine. Abigail had changed, almost overnight, and the difference in her attitude surprised her.

She cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. With her right hand she gingerly lifted the soft, warm prick. The cock-head looked small and fragile compared to what she remembered. The image of that very same cock, only much larger and harder, fucking between her lips came back to the teenager.

"Okay, Tony, I'll do what you say," Abigail said softly, tenderly caressing the prick-meat. "I'll suck your cock. I'll do whatever you say. Anything you want is yours."

"That's better," Tony said, a mocking smile playing with his lips. "Now you're learning what ol' Tony wants out of life."

Her eyes misty with reverence, Abigail kissed the tip of Tony's prick. At the touch of her lips to the cock-meat, she felt his prick twitch. The quickness with which Tony's prick responded to her lips delighted Abigail. It let her know that she was indeed a sexy woman, whether Bernice thought so or not.

Nothing mattered any more to Abigail, nothing but Tony's cock. She licked slow, big circles around the cock-head. Using just the tip of her pink tongue, Abigail played with the cock-meat, rubbing the clefted underside of the bulbous head before licking clown the prick-shaft. She worked slowly and delicately, savoring the taste of Tony's cock-meat as it pulsed in her hand, growing larger all the time. When she finally reached his big, hair-covered balls, Tony's prick was quivering, sticking out from his body strong and proud.

"Ummmmmmmmm!" Abigail crooned, nuzzling Tony's balls. She inhaled deeply and picked up the scent of perspiration and manly flesh. The aroma delighted her. With tender affection, she began licking his balls, tasting the saltiness of his flesh.

Tony didn't move. He didn't help Abigail and he didn't compliment her. He wanted her to know that he – and he alone – would be the one to determine when, where and how they would fuck.

"Just keep sucking," Tony said, his eyes barely open as he watched Abigail taking turns sucking on one ball, then the other. "I'll let you know if you do anything wrong."

Opening her pert, young mouth as wide as possible, Abigail managed to tuck both of Tony's balls into her mouth. She basted them with her spit, moving her tongue slowly around the hairy sac. With his balls in her mouth, Tony's cock rested against the side of her nose, the cock-head near her eye.

After she was satisfied that she had sucked his balls fully, Abigail nibbled on the shaft of his fucker, working slowly back toward the cock-head. She wanted to feel Tony's prick throbbing and jerking between her lips.

"I think you've got the best cock in the whole wide world," Abigail whispered. In her mind she had disembodied him. The cock was an entity by itself… and that was exactly as Abigail wanted it.

When she reached the spongy, reddish prick-knob, Abigail leaned back to get a better look at the pulsating pole of muscle. The cock wasn't all that long, maybe seven inches, but very thick. Like the man it belonged to, the prick looked strong and stout, even cruel, in a way.

Abigail put her hand around the cock-shaft near the base and her diamond wedding ring shone in the dim light that streamed through the tiny, steamy window in the sauna door. The ring reminded her that she was married and that made her want to suck Tony's prick all the more.

She moved over the cock, poising her beautiful face above the cock-head as she stroked the prick-meat. Her hand moved slowly, twisting and pumping at the same time. When an opaque pre-cum drop oozed from the cock-tip, her tongue lashed out like a snake's, wiping off the salty liquid.

"Mmmmmm, I like your cum," she sighed, stroking harder and faster on the cock-meat. "I didn't at first but I do now."

"Shut up and suck."

She put a smacking, wet kiss on the cock-head, then let the conical crown part her lips until she encased it with her hungry mouth. Her tongue moved of its own will, curling around the bulbous, broad cock-head, scraping off more pre-cum. She drew a vacuum around the cock-knob and her cheeks sank in, molding perfectly to the contours of the cock-meat.

Abigail's face pitched to and fro in smooth, swan-like moves as the sucked on Tony's prick. Her nipples were long and blunt, inflamed with the fiery passion of her body.

As she sucked, Abigail did something she had never done before. She reached between her spread, slender thighs and touched her pussy. At the first contact of her fingers to her cunt, the electrical sparks started flying through her. In the heated sauna, her body was intensely alive.

Cautiously at first, then with greater boldness, she caressed her cunt-lips. Before long Abigail was finger-fucking her tight, creamy cunt with two fingers while she threw the hottest blow job into Tony he had ever known.

"Mmmmmmmm!" she slurped, lavishing attention on the prick while she stroked it. Her right hand was a blur between her legs, two stiffened fingers fucking deep into her pussy.

The hotly sucking teenager was faintly aware that Tony was insulting her, calling her filthy names and telling her what kind of a slut and whore she was. Abigail didn't care. Nothing was going to bother her now that she had a fat, strong piece of cock-meat in her mouth. Her clit, coral red and oozing out the slick pussy juice, pulsed with excitement.

Abigail was in a world of her own. Her lips rolled over the wet prick, cooling it and heating it at the same time. Her fist remained pressed to her lips, wrapped tightly around the pulsing shaft of Tony's cock.

The pretty brunette's lips continued to move lower and lower on Tony's cock, the feverish need she felt to gulp down his cock giving her the ability to take the cock-head into her throat.

Tony, too, was surprised at Abigail. She wasn't the sweet, frightened, inexperienced young woman he had fucked Friday. She was a cock-sucking nymphomaniac, kneading his tantalized prick with her lips and tongue. As cum bubbled in his balls, Tony closed his eyes and tried to think of other things. The last thing he wanted was for Abigail to get him off too quickly. In his own mind, that would mean that she had somehow defeated him, and that just wouldn't do.

Abigail finger-fucked herself with wild abandon. She rubbed and caressed her clit with her thumb, adding the stimulation exactly the way she liked it best. And, with her mouth stuffed with Tony's hard cock, she gushed out her slick pussy juice. Her girl-cum spewed from her pussy, trickling down into her beating palm.

Pitching her face along the throbbing prick, Abigail pushed and pulled her hotly sucking lips over much of Tony's prick. She felt the prick leap between her lips. When the pungent blasts of thick, acrid fuck cream began spewing hotly against her tongue, she swallowed greedily, gulping the sticky cum down. She kept finger-fucking herself even after her lips and tongue had worked every drop of jism out of Tony's balls.