Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

"Good," she moaned. "I'll do it my way and you'll have the best blow-job of your life."

Carol slipped the bloated head of Craig's cock back into her mouth. She sucked deep, listening to Craig groan. With her teeth dragging along his shaft, she eased more of his cock into her mouth. The bloated head of his prick brushed against the roof of her mouth and her tongue. She stopped when his cockhead blocked her tight throat.

Craig forced himself not to lunge into her gullet. He waited, his mind slowly being destroyed by Carol's greedy mouth.

Carol, her nails digging into Craig's belly, relaxed her throat muscles. Breathing hard through her nose, she shoved her face forward, impaling herself on Craig's cock. She took him quick, stopping only when her lips mashed into his hairy groin.

"Aghhhh!" Craig roared. His back arched and his neck strained. Her teeth had almost tore the skin from his shaft. His prick throbbed – a prisoner of her throat. He felt her teeth sinking into the base of his shaft.

Carol held him tight in her throat. He was stretching her gullet. His prick throbbed, sending exquisite vibrations throughout her body. His cock hair tickled her nose. Another orgasm trickled through her oversexed body.

"You're biting it off," Craig roared. He twisted, but her teeth held him captive. "Easy. Christ! It's the only cock I got!"

Carol ignored him. Slowly, she drew her head back. His prick throbbed. She scraped her teeth back up his shaft, feeding on his agonizing groans. The ridge of his bell-shaped cockhead hit the back of her teeth. She stopped, spittle dribbling from her mouth and down his bloated shaft and into his cock hair.

Craig growled with relief. He squirmed, his balls swollen, sore, ready to burst. She was fabulous.

Carol gripped the base of his spit-soaked cock in her hand. Light feathery strokes along his wet, throbbing hard-on had him groaning and twisting on the couch. She used her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she suckled his cock.

Craig groaned with pleasure. The torture was over. He relaxed, wallowing in the pleasure of her wet sucking mouth and caressing hand.

"You got it now," he groaned. "Unnnn, yeah, don't stop."

Carol's mouth met her fingers. Spit drooled out. She kept his cock greased in her warm saliva. Her fingers, lightly wrapped around his shaft, picked up speed, as did her bobbing mouth.

"Yeah," Craig groaned. "Unnnnn, I'm ready, baby. Christ, my balls are ready to fuckin' bust open!" He lunged up, jabbing violently into Carol's hot, sucking mouth.

Carol kept her sucking mouth and gripping hand stationary. She sucked with her mouth, milked with her squeezing fingers as Craig growled like a bear and plundered her throat.

She used her teeth, chewing maliciously on every hard inch he rammed into her mouth. She used her tongue, whipping it wildly over his thrusting shaft and cockhead. Sucking, chewing, and lashing with her tongue, she took him to the peak.

"I'm cuming," Craig roared as his nuts erupted. "I'm cuming!"

Carol knew it and she craved it. She sucked, catching the first thick wad of exploding cum at the back of her throat. The second wad filled her cheeks. She swallowed, sucked, and used her hand and mouth, matching Craig's humping frenzied rhythm.

"I'm creaming!" Craig shouted. He slammed up into Carol's face, squirting thick globs of cum into her gobbling, sucking mouth. "Suck it, baby! Drink it up!"

Carol sucked and swallowed his hot, tangy cum. She took away her hand, freeing his cock. The next stringy glob of jizz gushed into her throat as he lunged into her face.

Craig thrust up from the couch. His ass lifted off the cushion and his prick slammed deep into her throat. Again and again he ruthlessly banged his cock into heir face, spewing hot, sticky jizz into her mouth and gullet.

"More, baby! Take it all!"

Carol enjoyed hearing him shout. She shoved her face forward, absorbing his devastating blows. She tried swallowing his spraying cum, but it was coming too fast. She pressed forward, her lips mashing into his groin each time he slammed up into her sucking mouth.

Craig's face screwed up in agony. Her teeth had come back into play. He bellowed as another jet spray of jizz flooded her mouth.

The cum was like a river. It filled her cheeks, gushed out beyond her clinging lip's. Cum dribbled into his cock hair, over his jiggling balls, and down into the crack of his ass.

Carol sucked, gagged. Cum clogged her throat. She swallowed but she couldn't take it all. She drove forward, smashing her lips into his groin as he lunged up, then sank her teeth into the base of his prick.

Craig howled and fell back, his prick still spurting jism. He was trapped in her throat. Her teeth were deep in the base of his shaft.

Carol held him tight. She sucked her way back up his shaft, draining his rumbling nuts of every drop of cum. She held his prickmeat in her mouth and sucked, his creaming, squirting cock down to a trickle.

Craig lunged up one last time, then collapsed back on the couch. His balls were empty. "Enough," he groaned. "Enough."

Carol took one last suck, then popped her mouth from his cock. "You were delicious, Craig." She staggered to her feet. "Now I'll get these things off and we'll fuck."

Craig moaned. His glassy eyes fixed on Carol's body as she tore off her bra and panties. "Jesus," he rasped. Then she was naked, her legs spread, hands on her hips, tits heaving and eyes blazing. "Jesus Christ!"

"You'll be hard in no time," Carol said confidently. She climbed on top of him, straddling his groin. She pressed her juicy pussy against his limp cock and began to move her hips. "No time at all."

She was telling the truth. Within a few minutes a howling Craig and a screaming Carol experienced their orgasms together.

With Hank's arm around her, Eileen had watched Craig leave with Carol. She shuddered. She was now alone with Hank.

"Now you can relax," Hank soothed, stroking her thigh. "We're alone. Carol will take good care of him."

I'm afraid of that, she said to herself. Aloud, she said, "I hope he had as good a time as I'm going to have."

"Now you're talking," Hank said, a hot smile on his face.

Eileen moved easily into his arms. "This is my first time," she sighed. "Don't rush me, okay?"

"Sure, baby," Hank said, enjoying the softness of her body.

He caressed her back, seeking and finding the zipper on her dress. He was excited. Where Carol was bold and trampy, Eileen was shy and quiet. The contrast gave him a raging hard-on.

Eileen held him, felt his hand on her zipper, his other hand on her thigh. She shivered, keeping her panic under control. Except for Craig, Hank would be the only man in her life. She broke out in goose bumps as Hank slid the silent zipper down.

"You got soft skin," he moaned, caressing her back. He took her hand, placed it in his lap. "Feel, Eileen. I'm hard as a rock."

Eileen moaned as the throbbing hard-on in Hank's pants beat against her hand. She squeezed, making him groan in pleasure.

With his mouth kissing and sucking at her slender neck, Hank eased Eileen's dress off her shoulders. He squirmed under her squeezing hand and pushed her dress down, exposing her creamy tits.

"God, they're gorgeous," he moaned. He leaned back, admiring Eileen's creamy white tittie flesh and large silver-dollar pinkish brown nipples. He licked his lips. "Beautiful, Eileen. Makes me cream."

Eileen blushed. She avoided his horny gaze. Having someone other than Craig leer at her bare tits made her feel dirty. "You want me to take off my dress?" she asked shyly.

With his eyes glued to her huge fleshy tits, he nodded. "You have to relax." He rubbed her knee. "We're going to have a ball."

"I know." She paused. "It's just that…" She didn't bother finishing her sentence.