David Crane: Three horny wives

He motioned her back to the desk. Jackie backed up until her ass bumped into the big executive desk and then slid onto the surface, her ass braced on the very edge. She opened her thighs. Her cunt was flooded and unfurled, the lips peeled back, revealing the dark inner flesh, streaked with cunt juice.

Foley advanced on her with his cock jutting out before him.

Jackie placed her hands on the desk behind her and arched her slender back. She thrust her belly out and her smooth, shapely thighs parted wider. Her cunt was trembling, as she watched the head of his pecker draw nearer. His cock needed no guidance. It dipped its head until it was on a line with her crotch, a pointer directing itself towards that creamy delta. As she waited, her cunt creamed more, turning her golden, sunlit forest into a flooded swamp. The head of his dick bounced against the inside of her thigh, just above the knee, and skidded down that sleek, open track. The tip nestled into her sodden slot.

Foley paused for a moment, savoring the expectation of the imminent thrill. His cock pulsed. It was jutting from his belly like a great bolt. Reaching down, he hauled his balls from his fly. They were huge and swollen with the burden of his passion, the hard nuts throbbing inside the big, hairy sac. Jackie cooed with delight, for she loved big balls – she loved the heavy deluge they poured forth.

She squirmed, working her steaming twat around on the head of his formidable tool. Her cunt lips dragged at him, as if they sought to haul him into her hot hole.

Foley braced his thighs, tightening the muscles of his ass, and pushed his pecker into her cunt to the very hilt. They were both so hot and wet that his cock hissed as it slid into her steamy sheath.

"Oooooh… oh!" Jackie moaned.

Foley grunted with pleasure. He held that deep, full penetration for a long moment, thrilling to tile feeling of having every inch of his big dick encased in soft moist pussy. His balls were jammed tight to her thrusting ass and her smooth thighs gripped his flanks. Jackie had begun to pant as she felt the joy of having her hot vacuum stuffed to the very brim with throbbing cock meat. Her cunt began to ripple and pull upon his prick, dragging and sucking along every inch of the huge stalk and laying adoringly on the great wedge of cock-head that ballooned so deep within her belly.

Her ass squirmed on the edge of the desk. She wriggled, urging him to fuck her. Her thighs were hooked around his hips; her belly pushed up and down, her taut love-bud worked against his stalk at the root. Deep inside her loins, she could feel his cock-head swell.

Foley began to fuck her.

He drew out until only the tip of his massive tool was in her slot, paused and then pushed slowly back up the slippery channel. Jackie writhed on his cock, panting. He gave her a second slow stroke, dipping his knees and feeding the pork to her with an under-slung stroke. Jackie pushed her loins out to meet him with a counterpointal pelvic jolt. Foley corkscrewed in on the third stroke, screwing his great pecker into her lustily. She matched his movements, rotating her hips and rippling her cunt round him, making her cunt a juicy socket into which he could plunge his prong. He began to move faster, pouring the meat into her frothy hole violently. He was gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes, looking almost demented in his passion. He shoveled the fleshy fuel to her like a stoker feeding a furnace, slamming in so deep and hard that his balls were thudding against her tilted ass.

Jackie's face was contorted with desire. Her doll-like eyes had narrowed to slits and her red lips were parted and moist as she gasped on his lunges. Her heels drummed on his ass, urging him to fuck her faster and harder, then they locked behind him and her thighs tightened and relaxed over his hips – relaxing as he pushed in, compressing as he withdrew.

Foley was putting it to her with total absorption and concentration. His balls were so swollen with pent-up passion that they bulged between her thighs and his pecker was expanding, spreading her cunt wider and wider. He was snorting with the effort.

Jackie whimpered with ecstasy. Her big tits bounced with firm weight as she rocked to and fro on the edge of the desk. She threw her head back, rolling it from side to side. Her throat worked as she gasped and gurgled with the bliss of fucking.

Foley cupped his hands over her tits, as if clawing at them for support. Her hot nipples hardened in his palms and his fingertips dug into the soft globes. He was beaded with drops of perspiration and his breath rasped out harshly as his orgasm drew near.

He tried to hold back. But there was no need as far as the over-sexed Jackie was concerned, for her pussy was already starting to melt on his big pecker. Her cunt was waxy around his wick and then, smoldering, began to drip and flow.

"Come!" she cried. "Oh! Oh! I'm coming!"

Foley felt her glowing pussy flood. As he pushed his cock up her hole, his mighty piston pumped heavy streams of cunt juice from her slot. The slippery juice poured down her crotch and filled the crack of her ass. He pushed in harder and a light spray of cunt juice soaked the front of his trousers. He didn't give a damn. He fed the meat to her with wild abandon, stuffing her cunt, and she took if all joyfully, herpussy rippling and dragging at his dork as if she wanted even more.

She cried out loud as the hot waves of her climax coursed in a mighty surge across her belly and into her loins. Her cunt opened up and turned to cream as she came and came again, going off in a series of orgasms that followed so quickly upon one another that they seemed to turn her whole being to cunt juice and fire and electric spasms of ecstasy.

Foley poured his potent pecker in to the hilt and howled like a wolf as his balls released their load of spunk. It surged up his stalk to shoot out into the depths of her womb.

A second geyser of cum hosed her pussy, spurting out in a thick, creamy jet. Foley ploughed in, his cock pouring hot cum into her, filling her hole brimful of cream. Streamers of cum ran down Jackie's legs and into the crack of her ass.

Foley slowed and stopped. He pulled his shrinking dick from her cunt and staggered back.

Grinning at her, he said, "Jackie, you are some secretary!"

She couldn't file. She couldn't take short hand. Her typing was flawed, her spelling inconsistent, her telephone manner childish. But she had a hot filing cabinet between her legs and she filed his cock away to perfection.

Fred thought he might give her a raise!

Jennifer Foley was restless.

She had taken the demanding pressure off her loins by masturbating, but a hand job was not the same as the real thing, and she still felt a nagging urge simmering in her crotch. She couldn't concentrate on doing the housework and there was noting on television but soap operas. She always got horny watching soap operas because of the snide sexual content.

She decided to call on Carol Davis.

She combed her hair, applied some make-up and put on a light cotton dress. She had no idea why she should trouble to make herself look good to call on a neighbor, but she did, anyhow.

She went out the back door and crossed the yard.

Carol came out onto the sundeck and waved. "Just in time for coffee," she said.

Carol was a slender woman with short, curly hair. She wore a tee shirt and jeans. Her breasts were not overly large, but they were firm, thrusting spheres. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples pressed out in twin points against the shirt. Her jeans fit like a second skin, drawn into a vee at the crotch and molded to her shapely bottom. She stood with her loins sort of tucked in and her ass thrusting out. Jennifer thought she was sexy. She wondered about the details of her sex life.