Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

"Get on your knees," Hank said. "I had you on your back last night."

Moaning, deliriously hot, Eileen obeyed. She rolled over and scrambled up on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Hank dropped to his knees. His prick swung like a heavy pole between his legs. He fondled the cheeks of her ass, calming the churning cum in his balls. He didn't want to end it all in three strokes.

"Hurry, Hank. Christ! Stick it in." She turned her head. "Carol, watch me while Hank fucks me."

Carol crawled around and spread herself out on the floor. She leered into Eileen's flushed face. "How's this? If you get hungry you can eat me while I watch."

Eileen was delirious. She gasped. "Tell him to fuck me. I'm going crazy!"

Carol looked up at Hank. "Give it to her, Hank. Make her happy."

With his long bloated cock in his hand, Hank stroked it through the hot soupy slot of Eileen's pussy. He eased the head of his prick into the wet, steamy entrance. Hot cream coated his bloated cockhead.

"Unnnnn, God. A fuckin' oven!"

"All of it," Eileen wailed. "Stick it in me!" She shoved back, needing his prick to wipe her mind clear of her nagging doubts. "Fuck me, you bastard!"

Hank laughed and moved back, keeping Eileen from gobbling up his cock. "You'll get it," he taunted. "When I'm ready." He jabbed back the head of his cock. The scalding heat from her cunt reached into his balls.

Eileen's desperate eyes found Carol's smiling face. "Please, Carol. Make him fuck me."

"Kiss my pussy first." Carol parted the folds of her cunt, exposing the red gash. "Right there."

Like a slave, Eileen obeyed. She brought her mouth to Carol's pussy and while Hank tormented her pussy with the head of his prick, Eileen kissed and licked Carol's sopping-wet cunt.

"Oooo… mmmmm." Dreamy eyes found Carol's husband leering down at her. "Fuck her, Hank. Rip her fuckin' pussy apart."

Hank groaned. Watching Eileen obey like a slave enraged film further. His nuts felt as if they were on tire. He slammed hard into Eileen's pussy, burying his cock to the root. His groin smacked into the cheeks of her ass.

Eileen's head snapped up from Carol's pussy. "Aghhhh," she screamed, her voice filling the room. "Ahhhh, Hank! Pump! Pump!"

Hank wasn't moving. He remained buried deep, his groin flush with her ass. He felt the twitching muscles of her cunt attacking his shaft. He fought the urge to pound her.

Like an animal, Eileen gobbled up Carol's pussy. She used her teeth, torturing the blonde until she screamed out in pain.

Bringing her juice-drenched face from Carol's pussy, she turned to face Hank. "Fuck me, or I'll bite Carol's cunt until she faints."

The threat didn't mean a thing. "Go ahead." He twisted his cock inside Eileen's pussy. "I enjoy seeing Carol in pain."

"You bastard," Carol giggled. "I'll remember that." She looked at Eileen. "You like being tortured?"

Only gurgling noises came from Eileen's mouth. She rotated her hips and used the spongy muscles of her cunt to attack Hank's shaft, hoping it would get him to pound her into creaming. It didn't work. Pleading eyes found Carol.

"Please. I need it. I need to be fucked."

Eileen stared first at Carol then Hank. They were driving her mad – it was heaven! She attacked Carol's pussy, chewing it until Carol screamed out in pain. She jerked her ass back and forth, but Hank moved with her. It was useless. She was their slave and there was nothing she could do about it.

Hank pawed the soft flesh of her ass. "Relax." He eased back, fighting the muscles in her cunt until only the head was buried.

"Nooooo," Eileen cried out as her head came out of Carol's pussy. "Put it back. Fuck me!" She was delirious.

"When I'm ready." He kneaded the cheeks of her ass and followed the flare of her hips, up her slender back, and found his wife's smiling face leering up from the floor.

Carol moaned. "How long do we torture her?"

Hank parted the cheeks of Eileen's ass. He slammed back, driving Eileen forward. "Forever."

"No… no… no," Eileen shouted. She began to whimper, tier body on fire, her pussy stuffed with throbbing cockmeat. "No more torture." She rocked on her hands and knees, her huge tits hanging like weights of jiggling flesh. "Fuck me!"

Hank eased back again, feeding on Eileen's agonizing cries. He lunged forward, drilling his prick in to the root. He repeated it.

"Faster, Hank. Jesus Christ. Fuck me!"

She was thrashing on her hands and knees. Rocking back and forth, she drooled, slobber dribbling from her open mouth.

Hank picked up speed. His prick, swollen with blood, jabbed into her frothy cunt. Hard, quick lightning stabs had his balls slapping against Eileen's quivering flesh. He groaned, looking into his wife's face as he pounded Eileen's pussy.

"I'm getting close," he panted.

Lights flashed behind Eileen's eyes. Her nipples swelled. "Unnn," she moaned, reveling in each hard-driving punch of Hank's prick.

"He's fucking me," she gurgled, staring wild-eyed at Carol, "He's fucking me!"

Carol squirmed on the floor. "Cum, fuckers. Let me watch you cream. Cum! Cum! Cum!"

Eileen heard Carol's chanting voice and it echoed in her head. Her eyes popped. "Here I… cum! I'm cuming!" Her orgasm racked her body. Cum gushed from her spongy walls, soaking Hank's jabbing cock.

Hank slammed into her. His prick swelled to the point of busting. His nuts churned, erupted. "Me too!" he roared, his deep voice blending with Eileen's. "Me too!" Hank's hips became pistons, driving his prick deep with each hard fast lunge.

"He's creaming me," Eileen squealed. "He's miming!" Each load of jizz squirted into her pussy was welcomed. She felt his squirts and wallowed in them. "We're cuming, Carol! Watch!"

Carol was watching. The sight of her husband and Eileen creaming sent hot, tingling orgasms through her pussy. She humped, pretending a prick was buried in her hole.

Eileen wailed. "More, Hank. Ooooo!" She snapped her head back and saw the mask of lust on his face. She turned and saw Carol's contorted expressions. Her black hair slashed over her face and sweat broke out on her forehead. "Keep fucking me!"

Hot wads of stringy cum spurted from Hank's pisser. The shooting load greased her pussy and mixed with Eileen's hot cream. He pawed her hips and plundered her pussy with each spurting slam.

Eileen's arms buckled under the pounding barrage of Hank's driving prick. She fell forward, her face mashing into Carol's pussy. Drooling, pussy-cream drenching her face, Eileen climaxed again and again.

Hank rammed deep. With Eileen's ass cheeks parted he watched each cunt-splitting stab. "Take it, baby!" He saw his wife. "I'm still cuming."

Eileen rolled her hips. Cum gushed from her pussy and dribbled down her thighs and Hank's balls. Her whimpering squeals were muffled in Carol's cunt. She climaxed again, shuddering, then slipped into a light faint. The day had taken its toll.

Hank pounded her limp body until his cock was empty. He groaned, popped his prick from her hole and fell back, sucking air into his tired lungs.

Eileen fell over, sprawled out on her back. She blinked. Everything was fuzzy. "God."

Finally focusing, she saw Hank and Carol dressing. "Where are you going?"

"Home," Carol said. "I'm going to make him take care of me."

"Stay," Eileen said. "We'll party."

"Can't." Carol winked, latching her arm through her husband's. "Think about what I said. This isn't the life for you."

Eileen closed her eyes as they left. She clamped her hands to her ears, trying to shut out the words. But she couldn't.

Eileen climbed the stairs. It had been a wild day, a day she never would be able to forget. It had been a nightmare of sex.