Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

Maggie's mouth opened and she sucked his cock inside, drinking away the collected gobs of cum that spotted his prick, and she continued to suck until she felt him going stiff once again. Her leg moved again and she was cunt-straddling his face, giving him full access to her sloppy pussy. His tongue shot into the dripping mass, scraping upward across her cunt mouth, directly toward her clitoris. When he touched the sopping nub it seemed that bells rang inside Maggie's head, and she pressed her cunt dawn upon his face. He was drinking their mutual juices as he licked and dipped, but if he cared he didn't show it.

His tongue slid along the crack of her ass, playing around the tight ring of her asshole, attempting to slip inside, and Maggie throbbed with fresh energy. She wiggled her ass, inviting him to do more. He put his hands on the cheeks of her ass, spreading them, and his tongue slid again and again across her asshole. She hummed around his mouth-trapped cock and let her ass drop down further, so that he could kiss and lick her asshole without lifting his head from the bed.

He was stiff as a poker by now, and her mouth moved nimbly on his cock. She considered changing positions and taking him inside her once more, but she rather enjoyed the action of his mouth on her cunt and asshole and she decided to keep going in this position.

The couple on the next bed seemed to have found their limit. The woman's orgiastic groans and shrieks had stopped, or at least dwindled, and the creaking of the bed had fallen off. They must be lying there now, Maggie thought, listening to her and this stud. Good God! She didn't even know his name! He was just someone she had seen, liked, and dragged upstairs to fill her cunt with his cock and his boiling cum!

Did it matter? Of course not! She and Ted had come here with the intention of meeting new people and fucking them. That was what she was doing. And hadn't Ted disappeared somewhere, a long time back, with that old lady? Hadn't he probably fucked his cock into her by now and bubbled her to overflowing with jism?

Maggie's tongue and lips began to work faster on the man's cock. She slid her head up and down, letting it shoot deeply into her mouth, her teeth scraping it as it went in and pulled back. Her cheeks sucked in, applying delightful experiments in pressure and suction, and her hands made a grab for his balls, lifting the heavy sac in her palms.

He repaid her in kind, his tongue continuing to batter the tightly sealed portals of Maggie's asshole, his fingers coming into it. One of his fingers stabbed inside her aching cunt, reaming around and around until it was coated in her girl-fluids. It withdrew and, scarcely a moment later, she felt it rap, wet and greasy, at her back door. The finger toyed with her firmly closed asshole, rimming around the puckered opening, and she winced as her shit chute yielded slightly and allowed the tip of the finger to slip inside.

Maggie moaned and began to suck harder as the finger pressed deeper. She had never known anything in her life quite like this, it felt as if her asshole were being split open but there was no pain involved, just a tingling throb that seemed to vibrate from her ass to some sensation switchboard inside her head.

He was in her asshole to the first knuckle, reaming and rolling, and she wiggled her to suck him in all the way. His hand bumped against her asscheeks as the finger made a complete entrance and he merely held it there, his lips returning to their job of sucking her cunt.

Stars flashed on Maggie's closed eyelids and she began to suck his cock like a maniac. Her head bobbed madly on his cock and it seemed that he was ramming all the way into her throat half the time. Certainly he was probing her deeply and it wasn't bothering her in the least. She could feel his hard, heavy cockhead slipping into her gullet, stuffing her throat as fully as his finger was stuffing her tight asshole.

She had no idea how long they lay in that fashion, sucking, ass-fingering, and cunt-licking. Maggie only knew that the lips of her pink cunt had parted two or three times to let successive orgasms bubble out before she felt the telltale swell and throb of his cock as it neared the point of no return.

She worked her lips on the knobby head, stabbing with her tongue tip at the tiny clit, and then she knew that he couldn't hold it back another second.

With a giggle Maggie let his cock jerk out of her mouth an instant before it shot off. Her hands gripped it around the shaft and she pointed it toward her face. His jism squirted out, splashing and smearing her face. Some of it gushed into her giggling mouth but some of it landed on her cheeks and chin and nose and eyelids in globby drops. Her hands slid up and down her friend's cock, emptying his balls of their hot load, and she held him until his cock once mote grew soft and useless.

She sucked him back inside her mouth, using her tongue in ways she had not thought herself capable of, trying with all her erotic wiles to get his cock stiff and ready far yet another round. It was no good. His cock did not respond in the slightest to her oral caresses.

"I think PJ out of it for a while," he confessed, his words muffled by the cunt which pressed down upon his face.

Maggie sucked his worked-out prick for a little longer, hoping against hope that he might summon up the strength to get it up one more time, but finally she had to abandon the idea as futile.

"It was fun while it lasted," she said, lying down beside him and smearing her cum-wet face against his.

"You're the girl who came tonight with Belinda and David Rodgers, aren't you?" the man asked in a deep voice.

Maggie snuggled against him, throwing one leg over his loins so that she'd know if he got a fresh hard-on. "Yes," she said. "My name's Maggie."

"I know," he replied. "If I remember correctly, you came up to me downstairs and said, 'My name's Maggie and I want you to fuck me'."

"That's not quite it," she smiled, "but you've got the idea." Her ears perked. "I think our roommates have deserted us. Maybe we scared them off."

"That was our hostess," he said. "I'd recognize Marion's orgasmic squeals anywhere."

Marion? Maggie thought. Then – was, it – Ted? Was he the one making her screw and shake like that? Weird. She couldn't picture Ted with a woman old enough to be his mother, as Marion certainly was.

"Well," she said, dismissing the thought. "I think I'm entitled to know your name."

"Promise you won't laugh or make any nasty jokes," he warned her, "because I've heard them all. My name is Greg Nixon."

"Oh, I feel for you," Maggie commiserated.

"You're not?"

"Very distant cousin," he said sorrowfully.

Maggie snickered. "I'll bet the relationship was a lot closer before he got caught. But he couldn't have been all bad. My husband voted for him."

"I'll just bet you've never let him live it down, either."

"Unfair, unfair! Besides, I'm not holding anything against you." She sighed. "I just wish you were holding something against me. Like your tricky dick, for example."

"I ought to fuck you for that one."

She fingered his limp prick. "I don't think I can hold you to that promise. If you get it up again, look me up. 'Bye!" And with that she was gone, flitting out the bedroom door and down the stairs.

Naked and unconcerned, Maggie wandered back into the drawing room. She felt as if she could really use a good stiff one right about now, but if that failed, she'd settle for a dry martini. Her mind drifted back to the interlude upstairs with Greg Nixon. It had been enjoyable but she was really heated up tonight and couldn't waste her time with a man capable of only two stands. Still – when he was hard and eager, he'd fucked her viciously, savagely, and brutally.

There were other naked people in the room, as if it made any difference. Apparently the part was loosening up, now that the initial round of sexing had been completed. Dan and his nymphet were still on the couch, but now the girl sat on the older man's lap, her eyes shut tight. Maggie took a closer look and saw that Dan's cock was thrusting in and out of Mary Beth's tight, quivering little asshole. A look of mingled pain and ecstasy occupied the blonde girl's face, and Dan was squeezing her fat tits.