Steve Golden - Always hot wife

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" he croaked, pistoning his fingers back and forth in her soggy pussy. "I haven't dry-humped anyone since high school! Shit, it feels good! It feels real good!"

She moaned, rubbing her fingers as best she could along the hard bulk of his cock. This was crazy, she realized. Here they were, two married people, fondling each others crotches like beginners. And in her kitchen, yet! With both their spouses in the next room! But she couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to stop it. She felt too fucking good!

"I want to do dirty things to you!" he moaned, driving his cock through the sheath formed by her fingers and her ass. "I wanna fuck you every which way! Up the cunt and up the ass! Between your tits and in your mouth! I want to fill you up with cock till you faint!"

"And I want you to! I want you to!" she breathed, shocked to hear herself admit it. "I want your cock so bad! I want your cock up every hole I've got! I'm going to come soon! I'm going to come!"

His fingers plowed through the spongy folds of her cunt. His cock drove her onto them. And her tits swung low over the dishwater. The second tit had flopped free of her dress top. Her tits bounced and joggled as he humped her ass.

"I'll be coming, myself, pretty soon. You really know how to handle a cock, don't you?" He could feel the heavy cream in his balls as her fingers teased him.

"It feels so good! Your fingers up my cunt feel so good!" she whimpered. She was bent very low over the sink now and her ass was thrust out at him lewdly. Her bright blonde hair dangled alongside her rouged cheeks. A thin film of sweat coated her forehead.

The bubble in her belly expanded, and suddenly it burst. Hot flashes of pleasure rippled through her. Slimy globs of cuntjuice slid down the walls of her pussy and wet his pistoning fingers. She was coming, real slow and easy and nice. It was a cum that would last a long time, she could tell. And she bent her neck and murmured softly into the dish water.

"What a sweet little bitch you are! What a hot, sweet little cunt!" he raved on, easing back off her some so that she could properly curl her long fingers around his aching prick. His lower cock and balls were still captured in the lush crack of her ass, but the top of the cock shaft she could pump and jerk handily.

"Mmmmmm! Ohhh, fuck!" she mumbled, pleasure rolling through her. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was too weird, too shocking to think about.

He began to grunt and groan behind her, and suddenly his free hand was squeezing one of her tits viciously. He fucked his huge cock through the cradle of her fingers and his balls trembled. Thick wads of jism spurted from his prick tip and on up her arm like hot wax.

"You're coming! Ohhh fuck! You're coming!" she groaned, tugging on his cock all the harder. The scalding jism was jumping up her arm then drooling back down into her hand. It made her cock-pumping a very sticky affair.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" was all he could say. His shorts were filling up with all the excess jism. He was coming in his pants. And all the while he fucked his fingers back and forth in Penny's soggy cunt.

Jet after jet of sizzling cock cream fired up Penny's arm. And she squeezed and caressed his twitching cock as if her life depended on it. She had a feeling that if she let up jerking him off for one second, he might pull his fingers from her cunt in the middle of her climax. She couldn't let that happen. She was feeling too good.

"Whore! Cock-sucker! Sleazy bitch!" he grunted into her ear, suddenly mouthing words very clearly. He fucked his fingers to the hilt in her slimy cunthole.

Penny groaned with lust. She loved it! She loved it when he talked dirty, called her names like that! Was there something wrong with her? Was she perverted because she enjoyed hearing such things? Or did other women get off on such things too? It didn't matter. She didn't care. Dirty talk made her cunt tingle and that's all there was to it.

"Feel my cum! Feel my cum all over you!" he wheezed, and his cock shot out yet another hot blast of jism.

Her hand felt as if it were being glued to his spasming cock. There was a never-ending supply of cum shooting from his prick, soiling her arm, welding her fingers together. Would he never stop coming? Would he never stop shooting the stuff? What if he had gone off up her cunt like that? Or in her mouth? He'd have choked her! She'd have gagged on all the jism!

"Pull on it! Jerk me off good! Oooh yeah! Oooh yeah!" he panted. His cock was numb in the tight clasp of her fist.

"There's so much! So much cum!" she whimpered, still jacking his cock. It excited her no end, that he should come so heavily. There was something about thick creamy jism that drove her wild. And she couldn't decide which she would prefer to have him blast her cunt with the hot stuff, or to have him jerk off on her, so that she could watch the white spurts of cum fly into the air.

Another steaming jet fired off up her arm.

Then he seemed to relax some. And the rest of his cum just oozed out his cock tip and soiled her fingers some more. Her fist was making soft wet sounds inside his pants.

"What a hot bitch! You sure know how to jerk a guy off!" he said. His jerking movements slowed against her ass and he leaned more heavily against her.

"I know," she answered dreamily. She was relaxing, her climax fading gradually. She pumped his cock with slower and slower motions, milking the last thick dregs of jism from his balls.

"And you came good too, didn't you, you little cunt?" he leered. "I made you come right in your pants with my fingers! Just think what I could do with my cock! Or my tongue! I'd have you screaming, little girl! I'd have you begging me for more!"

Penny groaned heavily. For in her heart she knew this was true. She might be a married lady with responsibilities to her husband, but she couldn't resist sex this exciting, this daring, this dirty. She blushed with shame as she realized that if Cal Richards came to her again, urged her to fuck with him, she wouldn't be able to say no. She might still be the blushing bride, but a cock was a cock.

"We're gonna have fun, me and you, little girl," he breathed over her shoulder. "Now that I know you love it as much as I do, we'll be able to try everything together. You ever been face-fucked? Huh? You ever had a nine-inch cock up your ass? We'll do it all!"

"We can't, Cal! We can't!" she heard herself groaning. The words sounded phony even as she said them, she realized. But something made her say them. She had to put up at least a front of resistance. Otherwise, he would just think her a wanton slut.

"We can and we will," he gloated confidently, pulling back from her lush body. "I've got to fuck you soon. I've just got to!"

She let go of his wilting cock and stared at her cum-soaked hand. The thick white jism webbed her fingers together and drooled down her wrist. She plunged her hand into the cooled dish water and dried off. Then she quickly set about stuffing her swollen tits back into the top of her sexy dress.

"Your pants are all soiled. What art you going to tell June?" she asked him, glaring at his crotch.

He cinched up his belt and headed for the door. "I'll tell her I was helping you with the washing up. I'll tell her you spilled something on me," he smirked. He licked the fingers he had pulled from her cunt as soon as he'd finished coming. The door swung shut behind him.

Penny stared into the kitchen sink dreamily. She could feel warm pussy juice oozing from her gaping cunt. It wet her pubic hair and ran down her thighs.

Penny tried her best to come down to earth. She threw herself into her housework over the next several days, and whenever she began to feel restless she put on her cute jogging shorts and ran until she was exhausted. It as very hard to keep the sexual encounter at her kitchen sink out of her mind though, and she found herself terribly horny on occasion in the middle of the afternoon.