James Evers - Hungry wives

Quickly she spread a helping of the lotion on her hands, and began rubbing it up and down his iron-hard rod. He jolted as the frosty liquid touched the hot, glowing flesh of his tube, but he soon succumbed, moaning in tempo with the hand that glided up and down his aching cock.

"See, Ben?" Jenny's voice whispered into his ear like the purring of a kitchen. "You should try your own products sometime. Isn't this cream nice? Doesn't it feel good?"

"Oooommmmmmm! Yes… yes, it's nice. Oh God it's nice! Soooooooooooo nice!"

By now his manipulations had been totally forgotten. He was trapped in the divine grasp of her oily hand traveling the length of his massive organ. His face pressed against the warm pillar of Marge's thigh, his fingers digging into the white flesh, holding her like a drowning man would a piece of driftwood.

Marge was oblivious to the stopping of his movements. She was still too lost in the bliss of her own greased hands rubbing and caressing her own boobs. Her fingers were gliding effortlessly over the spherical mounds in slow circling sweeps that raked divinely across her quivering nipples.

But now, suddenly, her eye was captured by the sight of something in his sample case. It was a square, cloth-covered case, about the size of a cigar box. Marge had seen it many times before, but Ben had always refused to reveal its contents. Marge and Jenny had done much theorizing as to what it contained, and now her curiosity proved even greater than the urgings of her body. She had to know what was in it.

Carefully she pushed him back on the couch, and freed herself from his passionate grasp. "I'm going to look in your case, and see what else you might have that I need. You don't mind do you?"

He was unable to speak. Jenny's hand was squeezing the flared tip of his cock, her gassy fingers skating in gentle strokes across the raw, sensitive cap of his ruddy meat.

Marge dropped to her knees and opened the cloth-bound box, her mouth dropping in delighted amazement as she removed one of the several white cylinders it contained. "Oh my God! It's a vibrator!" she blurted, turning to show the elegantly tapered, cock-like object to Jenny.

Jenny giggled lewdly. "Why Mr. Stiller!" she cried, her hand closing even tighter on the huge barrel of his cock. "What are you doing with that?"

But be was too far gone to even answer. His eyes stared blankly through his half-closed lids, his head swimming with the delight of Jenny's pistoning fingers.

Marge flicked the tiny switch at the base, and placed the vibrating plastic against her nipple. A flash of thrilling pleasure shot through her as the tiny motor quivered against her nerve-laden bud.

"How is it, Marge?"

"Not bad," she gasped, "but I think it would be better if I was just a little mire tender…" She quickly got up and kneeled next to Ben on the sofa, her tit was poised inches from his sweating face. "Ben… could I bother you fix a favor? I think I might want to buy this little toy, but I need to try it out… and I'm just not tender enough yet."

No more needed to be said. With only a grunt for an answer, Ben lunged at the perfect, globular tit so temptingly swaying before his face. His hands ante up to cup the dangling flesh, guiding it into his hot, craving mouth.

His lips locked in on the crinkled areola, his mouth nicking in the firm, erect nipple and rolling it frantically with his tongue. On and on he licked, the full flesh of her ample tit bulging out around his face, while he tried desperately to suck the end right off her tit.

"That should do it," she groaned. "Now… let's try it again!"

Marge returned the rapidly vibrating device to the raw, swollen spikes of her nipples. The blissful charge soared through her like cold air on an exposed nerve. Her body doubled over, and her muscles turned to water as she cried out in joyful agony.

"Ooooohhhhh! My God! Oh God… it's… so… so… oooooohhhh!"

Her body arched stiffly, fighting back against the burning bliss of the thin vibrating tool. For Marge, the game was over. Quickly she pushed Ben down on the couch and straddled his face, pressing the drenched, flowery folds of her cunt into his willing, hungry face.

"Ooooooohhhh God!" she cried as she pressed the vibrator again to her swelling tit, her fingers tearing at her other tit, preparing it for yet another onslaught. "Eat me… I want your tongue spearing me while I press my fucking tits! Eat me! EAT ME!"

He did not have to be begged. He buried his face in the soft muff of her cunt, his tongue knifing past the petal-like folds of her lips to rocket into her lusting hole. The hot juices of her cunt poured out, streaming down his cheeks as his mouth tore into her pink flesh like a glutton at a free meal.

Jenny too was responding only to the blaring heartbeat of her surging passion. She took full advantage of his position to pull the pants from his body. Quickly she grabbed one of the other vibrator from the cloth box, and coated it with a full helping of lotion.

She then crawled between his legs. She pushed them apart and up, exposing the tight, red ring of his asshole. She then began smearing the tool around the crinkled little hole, working it gradually past the firmly clamped muscle, and into the clasping chute of his rectum.

Ben squirmed in delight as the blunt cold plastic climbed the dark channel of his bowels. His hips began churning in firm strokes as she began moving the object in and out of his clutching ass.

Each thrust of Jenny's hand only brought another naming drive from his furiously rutting tongue. And now Jenny's lips closed firmly around the red, glowing cap of his prick. She began sucking brutally on his cock, her tongue matching his in ferocity as she attacked the raw, sensitive flesh of his cum-stick.

He was being driven crazy. With each long swallow of his meat, Jenny would withdraw the inactive plastic tube from his anus, twirling it as she buried her face into his curling crotch. Then she would raise her head again, sucking the full length of his cock, and driving the cylinder back into the hot tunnel of his ass.

He in turn channeled the frenzy of his screaming loins into Marge's dripping box. He speared his tongue brutally into her quivering hole, dragging out and up, pressing the hard bone of her pelvis, until he could chew the tiny cherry of her clit.

Margo drove her hips into his face, smothering him as he tore and chewed her quivering bud. Her hands stabbed the quivering shaft of the vibrator into her tit in suicidal ecstasy, first one nipple, then the other, charging each one with the fiery bliss of the whirring tool until she finally burst.

"God… I'm…cooommmiiinnnggg!"

Her body slammed onto the arm of the couch as giant convulsions racked her twisting torso. The vast explosion of her nerves screamed in her head like a million amplified voices. And yet his tongue would not abate. He lapped furiously, draining her of every drop of pleasure before her helpless body slumped to the floor, and freed him of his human mask.

But his turn was coming. The fierce actions of Jenny's sucking mouth and reaming hand were taking their toll. His body heaved freely now, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into the burning oven of her throat.

And now Jenny prepared her final move. She pulled out the vibrator, and shoved her face viciously down the shaft of his cock. Then, holding her head in place, she jammed the plastic tube up his ass, and hit the switch at the same time.

She held a moment, waiting as the whirring tool came to life. It rumbled in his belly, churning his entire groin. He screamed out in ecstasy as the sperm seemed to swirl in his rioting balls.

"Ooohhh Gggoddd! Yyeeeeess!"

And then she played her final card. In one slow, consuming move, she rose the length of his cock, and locked around his pulsing tip, sucking for all she was worth.