Bob Wallace - Wife hot to trot

"Goddamn," Owen groaned as his prick fucked into her climaxing pussy. "What a bitch!" He bit her tit, then dropped his head back. Hips jabbing, he concentrated on cumming. "Keep cumming, Leah. Cream my cock!"

Leah's head snapped from side to side, her thick red hair swishing across her face. Higher and higher, she climbed, her body nothing but a contorting piece of flesh, her cunt gushing hot frothy fuck cream. "Cum, Owen. Cream me. I want your cum!" She was drooling, her eyes glassy.

Owen lunged up as Frank fucked into her asshole with his squirting prick. Her cunt juice was searing his cockshaft. Her cunt muscles were grabbing his prick. "I'm cumming!" he roared, his balls bursting. "I'm cumming!" He slammed up, squirting hot fuck cream into her gulping squishy cunt.

"Ahhhh!" Leah screeched as the two men creamed her holes. "Ooooo, God. I love it! Keep creaming. Keep fuckin' me!" She jerked, impaling herself on the two stabbing pricks. Hot cum flooded her two pulsing fuckholes, and she climaxed again, riding their squirting cocks into another mind-blowing orgasm.

Frank slammed into her ass, his balls about empty. He jabbed hard, the last of his cum spurting from his pisser. He fucked forward, his empty balls slapping against her sticky flesh. "No more from me," he grumbled. He jerked out, his prick limp, cum oozing from his pisser.

"Oooo, no!" Leah screamed. She hated having her asshole empty. She plunged down, turning all her attention to Owen's squirting cock. "Cream me, Owen. I want every drop!" She racked her hips, slapped her tits across his contorted face, her pussy milking his prick eagerly.

Holding her hips, Owen jerked beneath her twisting body, wad after wad of thick cum shooting from his pisser and filling her cunt. "I ain't stopping yet, whore," he rasped, bucking his hips, his groin smashing her clit.

"Ooooo!" she screamed as Frank's cum oozed from her ass. "Ooooo!" Owen's cum overflowed from her pussy, dribbled down his balls, her squishy cunt pulsed, twitched against his prick as she rode his cock into ecstasy.

Owen sank his teeth into a fleshy tit. He lunged up one last time, his balls empty shells. "Finished," he grunted, his body relaxing under her.

"Ahhhh!" She collapsed on Owen, writhing as the last of her orgasms washed over her. "Oooo, God."

Owen pushed her off, sat up. "It's been a great fuckin' meeting," he laughed.

"We should have meetings like this all the time," Frank said as he dressed.

"I don't think I could stand it," Leah giggled as she rested on her back, cum oozing from her quivering body. "Why don't you guys go home and fuck your wives like you fucked me? I'll bet they'd love it."

"Yeah," Frank said. "I'll give the bitch a shot in the ass."

"Maybe Carol will ride me this afternoon," Owen said. "It would be a change from her lying on her back like a board."

Leah laughed. "I think the next church meeting should be how wives can give their husbands what they want."

"Yeah, you can tell them how to do it," Owen said as he finished dressing.

"Maybe I will," she said. "Maybe Craig will learn what he's missing when he neglects me." She waved goodbye. "I'll see you guys next Sunday."

Alone, she hurried back into the bathroom to clean up. Before going home, she wanted to make one stop. She wanted a second helping of Reverend Moss and his big stiff cock.

No bothering with her panties and bra, Leah slipped on her dress and hurried up the stairs, glancing back one last time at the bed where Frank and Owen had showed, her how much she really loved cock.

Outside, she hurried across the street to the minister's house. Seeing the door ajar, she walked in, her heart racing, her fingers crossed. If his wife was out they could have a real ball. She heard voices coming from the living room.

One of the voices sounded like Craig's. She peeked in, her eyes popping. Craig was there and he was with Helen Moss. "Damn," she muttered under her breath, a wave of jealousy sweeping over her.

She backed away, then curiosity brought her back. Quietly she watched, now knowing why Craig didn't bother with her anymore. He was fucking around with the minister's wife. She almost laughed.

"Jim will be back shortly," Helen purred as she squirmed on Craig's lap, her fingers combing through his hair. "Maybe you should go home."

"Shit, Helen. Jim will be gone for hours." He rubbed her tits through her dress. "We got plenty of time for fun and games."

Helen climbed off his lap, her tits straining against her dress. "Damn, Craig. Every time you come over here, you make me crazy hot." She swayed in front of him, her hands easing up her dress, baring her long slender legs.

Craig ogled her legs, rubbing his crotch as Helen lifted her dress higher. "You're a hot bitch, Helen," he said. "It's a shame Jim doesn't know about it."

"He's so shy," she purred. "Never wants to try anything different."

Leah covered her mouth to quiet a laugh. If only Helen knew that Jim thought the same way about her.

"See," Helen cooed, bringing her dress up around her waist. "I don't even wear panties on Sunday afternoon because I know you'll be here."

"You got a beautiful pussy, Helen," Craig rasped, leering at the thick curly black hair that decorated Helen's cunt. "Beautiful and tight."

"Wet too," she mewed, rolling her hips. "Wet for your cock." She pulled the dress over her head and tossed it away. "Damn, I get hot stripping for you."

Craig feasted his eyes on her lush naked body. "Turn around and let me see your ass, Helen."

Helen turned slowly, her insides mushy. Since meeting Craig, sex had turned into a blast. She bent over. "Maybe you'll fuck my asshole today," she sighed, wiggling her hips.

As Craig drooled over the sight of Helen's fabulous ass, Leah also drooled. The sight of Helen's body was turning her on. Her pussy was seeping, making the soft flesh of her inner thighs sticky. She wanted to go in and make love to Helen, but she waited. Watching Craig do it would be a blast and would get her even hotter.

Craig sat up, grabbed Helen's hips and put her ass back to his mouth. "You got a great ass, Helen." He chewed the firm meaty cheeks of her ass, his hands caressing her hips. "Delicious."

"Ooooo, Craig!" Helen gasped. "You're blowin' my fuckin' mind." She wiggled her ass. "Finger me, Craig. Finger-fuck me!"

Craig slipped a hand between her thighs and gouged his fingers through her puffy pussy. Warm cream coated his fingers. "Christ, you're soaked."

"Always," Helen gasped. She jerked her hips, his teeth nipping away at her ass. "Inside. Shove your fingers inside me!"

Craig plunged his fingers into her cunt. Hot spongy cunt muscles gripped his fingers. "Unnnn," he groaned, fucking in and out of her pussy, his teeth still gnawing at her ass cheeks.

"Ooooo, Craig," Helen moaned, jerking on his fucking fingers. "My asshole too! Finger fuck my asshole!"

Craig, always willing to oblige, brought his other hand to her ass. He coated his fingers with warm sudsy cunt-cream, then plunged two fingers into her asshole, his other hand still fucking violently into her pussy. "You like this, Helen?"

"Ummmmm, Craig. I love it. Do it hard!" She straightened up, her tits heaving, the nipples ready to burst. "Ooooo, shit. I'm creaming. Christ!" She stood with her legs spread, Craig's fingers invading her pussy and asshole.

Craig jabbed hard, twisting his fingers inside her swaying body, gouging his blunt fingers into the spongy walk of her wet pussy and the tight clinging walls of her asshole. "Baby, you're one hot fuckin' lady."

"Ooooo, Craig," she gasped. "I ain't no fuckin' lady." She giggled dirtily. "I'm a hot fuckin' whore who loves sex." She squirmed down on his fingers. "Make me cream. Make me cream all over your fingers."