Bob Wallace - Hot fun wife

Kenny's hips became like pistons. He fucked his cock into her cunt with hard fast fucking stabs. His balls swelled and whacked against the cheeks of her juice-stained ass. He leered down, wallowing in the exquisite sight his young innocent eyes beheld – floundering tits, beautifully flushed face, blue eyes wide and glassy, and mouth open, her pink tongue flicking over her lips.

"Ohhhh, Kenny. Fuck your cock into me." She thrashed on the bed, his prick sending her into bliss. "Ohhhh! Unnnn!"

Kenny's mind was spinning. His cock fucked deep. Squishing pussy muscles beat against his prickshaft. It was fabulous. His dark eyes bulged. The swelling of his balls was torture.

Monica saw the look on his face. "Yes, Kenny. Me first. I'm going to cream your dick."

Her words spurred him on. His speed increased. His powerful fuck-strokes grew more demanding. "Unnun," he groaned through clenched teeth.

Monica let herself go. She soared, exploding noisily into her orgasm. "I'm cumming," she shrieked, her pussy gushing hot buttery pussycream from the pulsing walls of her cunt. "I'm cumming! Aghhhh, Kenny!"

Kenny saw and felt the intensity of Monica's orgasm. It was better than any of his wet dreams. His balls rumbled. His vision blurred. He knew he was going to cum.

In the throes of an exquisite orgasm, Monica felt the frantic actions of the teenager. She welcomed the chance to cream with the boy. "Cum, Kenny. Cum with me!" She humped up, twisting her hips.

Kenny's prick exploded. A spurting stream of thick sticky jizz blasted from the tip of his cock. "I'm cumming!" he roared. He had never before said it aloud. Jerking off in bed or the bathroom wasn't the place to scream. It blew his mind. "I'm cumming!"

"Ooooo, yeah!" Monica wailed, squeezing his lean muscled arms. "Cream me. Fill me, fucker. Shove it deep!" Another orgasm ripped through her cunt, arching her back and stiffening her legs. "Aaghhhhh… Kenny!"

Kenny fucked his cock maniacally in and out of Monica's pussy. Hot cum gushed from his prick, squirting deep, flooding the channel of her cunthole. His balls whacked against her wriggling ass as he gritted his teeth. He brutally fucked her, driving her twisted body back into the bed.

Monica was happily overwhelmed by the boy's strength and cunt-filling prick. She wrapped her legs around his back, squeezed. "More, fucker," she taunted. "More!"

Kenny, with all the exuberance and strength he possessed, complied with Monica's screaming pleas. He fucked deep, squirting out thick globs of cum. His jizz mixed with her cream, washed over his prick and out over his swinging balls.

"Yes," she screamed. "Yes." Tits flopping, head fixed, eyes burning into Kenny's face, she exploded again. Her legs shook, her heels digging into Kenny's back. Her ass lifted from the bed. Hot cum dribbled down the crack of her ass.

Kenny drove her back into the bed. His lean powerful body overwhelmed Monica's soft yielding frame. More cum churned in his balls, pissed out his cock and drenched the cushiony cunt walls that beat against his prickshaft. He had never cum this hard before. "I'm still…" The rest of the sentence caught in his throat as he fucked her twisting body back into the mattress.

Monica absorbed his pounding blows. With her legs wrapped around his back, she mashed her clit against his groin. The exquisite pleasure sent her reeling higher. She grabbed him, hauled him down, and crushed him to her body.

"Aghhhhh," Kenny groaned, then crashed into her. Her tits smashed into his chest. He felt the nipples burn into his flesh. His arms curled under her writhing body, searching, finding the tight jerking cheeks of her ass. He squeezed.

Their bodies, slippery with the sweat of their lust, squirmed and twisted. Kenny's hips drove forward. Monica's hips lunged up. Cock-cum mixed with pussy-cream. It soaked them, formed a dark stain on the sheet where Monica's ass banged over and over again.

Monica stiffened, then went into a quivering spasm she couldn't control. Her ankles unlocked, freeing Kenny's jamming hips. Her arms came from around his back, clawed the air. Her back bowed, twisted as her head snapped from side to side.

Kenny couldn't stop his body from attacking. He ground her into the bed, mashed her clit, and fucked her cunt. Animal sounds came from his throat, muffled by her neck where his mouth was plastered.

Monica's body melted. She lay limp, exhausted. One last upward thrust, and she shuddered.

One, two, three hard-hitting jabs emptied Kenny's cock. He ground to a halt, his body twitching, his prick buried in a bubbly pool of cunt-cream and his own jizz. Her spastic pussy muscles quivered against his shrinking prick.

Monica caressed his back. "You were wonderful, Kenny. So wonderful." She hugged him, then sighed and released him.

Kenny rolled off, his limp cock slipping from her pussy. He reverted back to being shy. "Did… did you really like it?"

"You fucked like a man, Kenny. You were fantastic." She caressed his limp sticky prick. "You could satisfy any girl or woman."

The compliment swelled the teenager's chest. His ego was inflated. "I'll clean out the rest of the garage now, okay?"

Monica giggled. "Sure. We didn't get too much done, did we?"

A sheepish smile crossed his face as he climbed out of bed. "You don't have to pay me anything."

Relaxing, Monica watched him dress. "I'll pay you thirty dollars instead of twenty."

He stared at her naked body. Getting thirty bucks and getting fucked in one day. He shook his head and grinned. "Thanks."

"Thank you." She winked, wiggling her hips lewdly. "Remember, don't say a word about this."

"I won't," he promised. He was reluctant to leave.

"If I have to go out, I'll leave the money on the kitchen table."

Kenny nodded, tore his gaze away from her beautiful body and left.

Monica lingered in bed, luxuriating in the pleasures she had received from the boy. "Mmmmmm. Serves you right, Steve. You're cheating on me." She needed to believe it. Her passion needed satisfying, but she had to soothe her conscience at the same time.

She pulled herself out of bed and padded to the bathroom to shower.

Monica stood in the shower. Warm water beat against her naked flesh. "Unnnnn," she moaned. The steady spray of water relaxed her.

She spread her legs and rubbed her hand over the swollen lips of her cum-filled cunt. "Oh, Kenny… you will make a fine husband."

She shuddered. Steve had been a fine husband, until his job became more important than his home.

She became filled with a violent hate. "You bastard." She spat out the words, their sounds echoing in the tiled shower. "Rotten fuckin' cheating bastard."

The calming effect of the shower spray had lost its usefulness.

A half-hour later, dried and filled with a jealous rage, Monica hurried downstairs to the living room. The hem of her clinging silk dress licked at her knees as she crossed the room to the leathered bar Steve had built before he had become so wrapped up in the office.

"Office, hah," she said, pouring vodka into a tumbler. "It's a damn whore secretary that keeps him working late every night and almost every weekend."

She gulped the potent liquid. It burned a path to her stomach, spreading its heat throughout her insides. She took another gulp. It helped. She heaved a sigh and set a bucket of ice and the bottle of vodka on top of the bar.

The doorbell rang just as Monica was about to prop her silk-covered ass on a barstool. "Jeff, maybe… Kenny?" She giggled. Drink in her hand, she headed for the door.

"Hi, Monica." A woman's dazzling green eyes greeted Monica. Her neighbor was standing on the step.

"Lois. Come on in. I was just having a drink."

"I see." Lois smiled. "Lead me to the bar." Without waiting, she went to the front room, spotted the bottle. "Got everything ready. You must have known I was coming." She eased herself up on a stool and poured herself a healthy portion over ice.