Don Scott: Three hot wives

As Bernice tugged and pinched her nipples, more thrilling sensations seeped through her quivering body. Pussy juice streamed from her cunt, lubricating the fuck-hole for John's pounding piece of rock-hard prick.

"You bitch! Your pussy is so tight! God damn, your pussy is tight," John hissed through clenched teeth as he watched big prick sinking into her hot, kneading fuck-hole. When his crotch hair was mashed against Bernice's, John pound his hips hard against her, knowing that this gave added stimulation to her clit.

"Ohhhhhh! Yeah! Just like that! Just like that!"

Bernice wasn't totally surprised at the willingness with which she accepted her new, sensual role. The words that came out of her mouth were, however, quite surprising. Once she had begged her husband to shove his cock into her pussy and instead of saying making love she had said fucking. He had reacted by refusing to fuck her until she learned to talk and act like a lady.

But Bernice didn't want to be a sexless lady. She wanted to be a tramp, a slut or whore. She wanted to suck cocks and feel them throbbing against her tongue. She wanted her pussy fucked by countless different cocks and wanted to feel her clit tickled and tantalized until she climaxed. She wanted all those things… and now she was going to get them.

"Cum in me, darling! Goddamn it, I've got to have your cum in me," Bernice whimpered as she felt the pussy juice welling up inside her body. It wouldn't be long now before she spewed out her slick, clear love oil.

"Anything you say, cock-sucker. I'll flood your fucking guts with my cum!"

Bernice's hands opened and closed as she mauled her big, tingling tits. She dug her fingers deep into the pliable mounds, driven by runaway fuck-lust that ripped jagged holes in her senses.

"I'm cummming! Awwwwww! Fuck meeeee! Fuck me hard!" Bernice begged.

Her stomach suddenly knotted into rock solid muscles. The moment hung in space for an eternity, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

And then the moment broke. When it did all of Bernice's muscles relaxed at once and her hot pussy juice gushed from her prick-filled pussy. The girl-cum trickled down the crack of her tight ass. She kicked her legs up, causing one shoe to flip through the air and bounce off the far wall and locked her ankles together at the small of his back. She wanted to keep his cock splitting her cunt-lips forever.

"Bitch! Rotten, filthy cock-sucker!" John hissed, reaming Bernice's quaking cunt even harder. He felt her cunt contracting around his fucking cock as she tossed about in the convulsions of her orgasm, and the added stimulation was all it took for him to climax.

John fucked Bernice's juicy cunt, his hairy balls flopping against her ass-cheeks as he buried his cock to the hilt in her pussy.

"Kiss me, bastard! Kiss my hot lips!" Bernice gasped. Her big, succulent tits were flopping crazily on her chest as she took John's big prick deep into her cunt.

When John dropped down onto Bernice, he plastered his mouth to hers. She opened her mouth, sucking his tongue in. At that moment, as their tongues danced together, John's balls slapped against Bernice's ass and his cock exploded.

John groaned as his cum raced through the cock-tube, spurting into her cunt. He deluged the walls of her pussy with his fuck cream. His pistoning hips plundered Bernice's pussy, reaming her with his prick.

Bernice whimpered joyously as she nibbled on John's tongue, twitching her ass on the bench as her pussy was filled with hot, creamy jism. She clawed at John's back, scratching him through the T-shirt. He was only the second man to have fucked her, and she liked the way he pounded her cock-hungry cunt. He wasn't at all like her husband, and that was what Bernice liked.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" John sighed when his cum subsided. He kissed Bernice's perfumed neck. He dipped his head down to suck one throbbing nipple into his mouth.

Abigail was nervous. It was Friday and The Spa had been open the entire week. And Abigail still hadn't fucked or sucked anybody. She had managed to always be someplace else whenever any of the men were around. In the five days, the three women had gotten five customers to come to The Spa. Each of the five men bought a membership as soon as they saw the sexy, scantily clad Sara. "I think we've got enough men now that we can close the doors and be a private club," Sara said as she inspected the fresh polish on an exquisite fingernail. "What about you two?"

"That sounds fine by me," Abigail said quickly. She had been finding it increasingly difficult to hide from the men and from Sara and Bernice.

"I don't know. I'd still like more variety in cocks," Bernice said, a sly twinkle in her eyes. She couldn't seem to get enough, fucking and sucking to really satisfy her urges.

Abigail picked up a bottle of tanning oil and left the room, walking out the back door of The Spa. The women had hired some carpenters to build a ten-foot-high redwood fence surrounding the back yard. Now they had plenty of privacy while outside.

In the back yard was a picnic table, and there were some trees. Not much more.

Abigail spread out a fluffy blanket on the grass. She was decked out in a skimpy two piece bikini bathing suit that hardly covered her tight little ass and cunt bush. Abigail, unlike the other two women, did not have giant tits that billowed out from her body. She had a ripe, compact body, honed to perfection by jogging and swimming.

"Almost up," Abigail mumbled as she looked at the sun. It wasn't quite nine in the morning yet and the sun wasn't over the fence top. She worked lotion into the backs of her thighs and calves, then stretched her sexy body out on the blanket. The sun would be up soon enough!

The doorbell rang exactly at nine. Sara looked out the window, smiling with anticipation. Chuck, Tony and Bill, three men who worked the night shift at a nearby factory, were waiting impatiently. Sara liked the men because they were young and horny and never failed to fuck her into an orgasm.

Opening the door, Sara beamed at them. "Welcome to The Spa, boys!"

Chuck scooped Sara into his arms, pushing her backward as his friends closed and locked the door. He brought his mouth down on Sara's slightly parted lips.

"Mmmmmmm!" Sara purred, slithering her tongue into his mouth. She boldly reached between his legs as they kissed and gave his prick a playful squeeze.

"Sara, you make me so fucking hot!" he gasped. He squeezed her tit through the white, lacy corset. His other hand was busy between Sara's luscious thighs, fondling the lips of her cunt.

Sara always wore the same type of corset, see-through robe and nylons. She had quit wearing panties though. They only got in the way.

"I want your prick," Sara panted. Chuck's fingers were working on her clit, making her cunt hot and juicy. She felt her knees trembling as her hand moved over the growing lump of cock-meat in his pants.

Chuck and Bill had their hands all over Sara's curvaceous body. Her corset had been pushed down and her big, creamy tits were being mauled. Chuck had his middle finger shoved into her cunt so deep that his palm rubbed against her hard, tingling clit.

"Take me," Sara gasped, closing her eyes as the fiery sensations of ecstasy ripped through her body. "I want you to fuck me!"

The three didn't even bother going to the couch, where they would have been more comfortable. Instead, they simply tumbled to the floor in a heap of feverish, passionate flesh.

Chuck pulled his finger out of Sara's cunt and pushed her onto her back. Grabbing her ankles, he spread her legs and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue shoved through her pussy-lips, scooping up the clear, slick oil that seeped out of her hot cunt.

"Mmmfffft!" he slurped, dragging his tongue through the blonde's juicy cuntal crease. Chuck fucked his finger back into her cunt as he sucked the throbbing clit between his lips.