Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

Hank grabbed her other tit and squeezed. "If she is, she's doing one helluva job." His cock was throbbing.

"I'm not faking it," Eileen gasped. "I'm creaming." She grabbed one of Hank's hands and pulled it down to her pussy. "Feel."

"Christ!" Hank's hand had slipped between Eileen's pussy and the arm of the couch. Cunt juice flowed over his fingers. "She's a fuckin' fountain."

Through glassy, violet eyes, Eileen stared at them both. She kept her feelings buried, allowing only her passion to bubble at the surface. "I'm always soaked."

Carol slipped her hand around and gouged in between Eileen's ass and the couch. Her fingers touched Hank's. "She is drenched. Finger her pussy, Hank. Let's give our friendly neighborhood nympho a double finger-fuck."

"I already had one," Eileen bragged. "His name was Ted." She squiggled on their fingers. "Ummmmm, feels good."

"Now you can be finger-fucked by us. We're more fun."

"I know," Eileen cooed. "So finger me."

"You heard the lady." Carol winked. "Give it to her, Hank."

Hank twisted his fingers. They slipped easily into the juicy slot of Eileen's gaping cunt.

"She's tight, Carol. Tight and wet."

"I know. I had my tongue up inside her hole." She leered at her husband. "Both holes."

Eileen was delirious. Having them talk about her and play with her was erotic, a real mind-bender. "My asshole, Carol. Finger my asshole!"

"Greedy isn't she?" Carol jabbed a finger into Eileen's asshole.

"Ahhhhh!" Eileen howled. "Oooo, God!"

She twisted on the arm of the couch. With Hank's fingers stretching her pussy and Carol's fingers stretching her ass, she was in bliss.

Hank mauled her tits with his free hand. His prick was ready to burst from his pants. He looked at his wife. "She doesn't feel like she's faking."

"She's not faking passion," Carol said. She twisted her fingers inside Eileen's asshole, making her howl. "Just misdirecting it."

"As long as it gets directed toward my cock," Hank said.

Eileen leered at Carol. "You're full of shit." Her violet eyes were on fire. She licked her lips. "I love what you two are doing."

Carol clawed her free hand over the jiggling flesh of Eileen's ass. "Shhhh. No more talk. Let's enjoy ourselves."

"Best idea yet," Eileen said drunkenly. She swayed, her holes stuffed with squiggly fingers.

"Ooooo," Eileen screeched, gouging her clit into Hank's hand. "Oooooo." She fell against Carol, getting a face full of tit.

"Chew 'em while we turn you on," Carol moaned.

Eileen chewed wetly and hungrily on Carol's tits. Leaning against Carol, she was free to use her hands. She reached for Hank's bulge and gasped as he stepped close enough for her to pull down his zipper.

"Take it out, Eileen." He mangled the flesh of her ripe tits. His eyes were fixed on Eileen's mouth as she devoured Carol's tits. "Damn!"

Eileen went insane. She jerked back against Carol's ass-jabbing fingers. She gobbled on Carol's tits, slobbering all over the creamy flesh. Her hands massaged Hank's hard-on as she humped his cunt-stabbing fingers.

"I think she's gonna cream," Carol sighed. "Christ. She's going crazy."

"I'm watching," Hank groaned. Eileen's hands were crushing his cock, making it ache. "She better do it soon, or my cock won't be worth a damn."

Eileen heard them talking. It was wild. She was truly a whore. It blew her mind.

Bucking on their invading fingers, Eileen creamed. "I'm cuming," she wailed. "I'm creaming all over!" Her words were muffled and garbled as she buried her face in Carol's tits.

Eileen bucked and twisted her hips. Her head snapped back. "Ahhhh, I'm…" She fell over, their fingers popping from her holes.

"Damn," Hank said. "She almost took my cock with her." He rubbed his sore, swollen prick.

Eileen writhed on the couch then fell to the floor, still writhing in ecstasy. Creaming like this had only heightened her lust. "I want more!" she screamed, staring up at her two neighbors. "I want more!"

Hank was pulling off his clothes. "We can't disappoint her." He winked at his naked wife. "What are good neighbors for?"

"I'm ready," Carol said as she dropped to the floor. "C'mon, Eileen. Let's share his cock for a while."

Eileen nodded and pulled her overheated body up. She stared at Hank's prick then sat on her knees. She grabbed Hank's cock. "I'll do better than I did last night." She gobbled it into her mouth.

Hank groaned as her teeth chomped hungrily on the thick, throbbing meat of his shaft. "You're biting it off."

Eileen ignored his howling protests. She had it all. His cockmeat crammed her throat, with his balls were against her chin. Cock hair tickled her nose.

"Hey!" Carol complained. "I want some of that too." She began chewing hungrily on Hank's hips. "C'mon, Eileen. Let me have a suck."

Eileen pulled her mouth off, nipping his shaft along the way. She giggled. "This is fun."

"I know it is." Carol moaned as she clamped her mouth to Hank's shaft.

Eileen's eyes sparkled. She did the same, chomping on the other side of Hank's shaft.

Hank roared as he stared down at his wife and neighbor. They were gobbling up and down the length of his long thick shaft. He felt their teeth and it was agony, but pleasurable agony. He jerked his hips, gliding his cock along their lips and over their teeth.

Eileen sucked and chewed, working her way from the base of his thick cock along the shaft to his bloated cockhead.

Carol had followed the same path up the other side of Hank's cock. When her lips touched Eileen's, they shared Hank's swollen cockhead. She hummed, her tongue active, tantalizing.

Eileen swooned. She sucked, enjoying both Hank's cock and Carol's lips. With Hank's cockhead between her lips and Carol's, she kissed the blonde, each swirling her tongue into the other's mouth and over Hank's prick.

Hank groaned. His balls were rumbling, swelling with hot, churning cum. "No more," he groaned, but no one was listening.

Eileen relinquished Hank's cockhead to Carol's eager lips. Using her anxious mouth, she twisted her head and chewed along the underside of his cock until she reached his balls. Cupping them, she soaked them in spit. She tried sucking them into her mouth but couldn't because Carol was in the way.

Hank's legs were weakening. The frantic attack of the women was taking its toll. "No more," he groaned. "Christ!" He jerked, banging the head of his cock against Carol's teeth.

Eileen moved around and began chewing on the cheeks of Hank's ass. She parted the tight cheeks and plunged her tongue into his ass. She reamed his ass, her nails clawing his ass and the back of his nut-sac.

Hank was trapped. He jabbed forward, plunging his cock into his wife's mouth. He jerked back, Eileen's tongue reamed his asshole. Back and forth his hips jerked. The attack on his cock and ass had him insane!

Carol gobbled and chewed roughly along Hank's shaft as he plowed it into her mouth. She sucked, clawing his muscled thighs. She chewed hard, whipping her tongue over his bloated cock head.

Hank reached the point of explosion and his face contorted in agony. He tried to stop, but their mouths wouldn't let him. He was at the peak and at their mercy.

Carol, her husband's cock buried in her throat, felt the erratic throbbing and knew what was going to happen. She pulled off, gasping and panting, stopping what would have been an explosive orgasm.

Eileen was too far gone to notice. She raked his ass with her nails, tonguing his asshole. Her hands scratched at his thighs and his heavy nut-sac.

Hank jerked back and moaned. "Christ! Her tongue is up my asshole." He looked down at his wife. "She's reaming me to death." He jerked forward, panting as he freed himself from Eileen's grasp.

Eileen, drunk with lust, fell forward. Sprawling out, she twisted onto her back, whimpering in agony. "Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me! I need it so bad!"