Steve Golden - Always hot wife

Hot jism splashed out into Penny's cunt. It shot out in thick, creamy jets, far up her cunt channel. Once, twice, three times, his cockhead found the depths of her pussy, quivered, and spurted out a thick ribbon of paste. He clogged her with cum, filling her pussy to overflowing. The jism stuck to his prick like glue each time he withdrew it.

"Oh God! Oh God! You're coming so hard!" she groaned, her head tossing from side to side. "I feel your jism! I can feel your spunk shooting up my cunt! Ohhhhhh God!"

He couldn't talk. All he could do was jerk his hips up and down, fuck his cock deep into the greasy folds of her cunt, and spurt out wad after wad of steaming prick juice. And one thought kept going through his head again and again. He was fucking the wife of his old friend Ron. He had the hots for her for months, and now, at long last, he was fucking her, belching out hot jets of jism into her. It thrilled him no end.

And it thrilled Penny too. There was something so wicked about it. To be cheating on her husband with an old friend of his. It was dirty and a bit perverted, and she loved every minute of it.

"Fill me with jism!" she cried, half-crazed with lust. "Pump me with dirty hot jism till I choke!"

He fucked into her half a dozen times more, and his prick belched out more globs of cum. The white stuff had begun to ooze out her clogged cunthole, and her crotch and cunt hair were soiled and matted with cum. When he could stand the heat of her pussy no more, he withdrew the limp shaft of his cock and lay it on hat golden belly, letting it drool jism onto her lovely skin.

"I love cum so!" she wheezed tiredly.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. Penny and Cal went back to camp by separate routes, just in time to meet Ron and Gary as they returned from fishing. They had actually caught some fish, and the three young couples had a noisy and pleasant dinner around a roaring campfire. Penny ignored the hot stares she got from time to time from an unusually quiet Cal. She'd been well-fucked, and she was determined to enjoy her evening.

It was funny, but for some reason she felt less guilty about letting Cal fuck her in the woods than she had about their childish little encounter in her kitchen. She wondered if she was becoming a loose woman. But after all, it had only been one guy. And both times he'd caught her off guard and gotten her excited before she'd had a chance to resist.

No, it wasn't guilt she felt now. It was hunger for more fucking. She was discovering a whole new appreciation of a steel-hard cock. And when Ron snuggled up to her in their tent that night, she was extra nice to him. She was raw and sore from fucking with Cal, and she still felt bloated and clogged with his spunk. But Ron was her husband. He had certain rights. And besides, by ten o'clock she was horny as a bitch in heat.

She let Ron part her legs and slip his hard-on inside her pussy, and she moaned sweet nothings in his ear. He didn't seem to notice how unusually wet her cunt was. He simply humped her, fucking her as quickly and as quietly as possible so as not to disturb the other two couples. She could have fucked all night, in spite of her soreness. But he shot his wad, pulled out of her, rolled over and went to sleep – all in a space of ten minutes.

Good thing I've been royally fucked once already today, she thought. Otherwise, I might be tempted to go look elsewhere for a bit of cock. She tossed, and turned and fretted between the warm folds of the sleeping bag, but eventually she dropped off to sleep. She had dreams of huge cocks spurting gallons of jism.

The morning was beautiful, bright and clear. She was the first up, and had the coffee on by the time anyone else emerged from the small group of tents. It was Gary, and together they sat and chatted and drank their black coffee in the sunshine.

She wasn't sure when the conversation turned to sex. Maybe it was when Gary gazed at her tits in her tight T-shirt and complimented her on her figure. She didn't know him very well, having met him only once or twice before. And she was at first embarrassed by his attention. But she was soon smiling at his talk. And she found herself encouraging him.

"You and Cal are good friends, I hear," he said at one point, letting his eyes take in the lush flow of her cleavage.

"Oh no! Has he been telling you all about that?" she blushed. Under any other circumstances, she might have been mad that Cal had been talking about her. But she was still horny from last night and her pussy was twitching and wet as she spoke.

"He didn't say much. Just that you and he had… gotten together a couple of times. I won't say anything."

Gary really was very attractive, she mused, studying his muscles as they bulged out of his shirt. He had the clearest green eyes and wavy blond hair. And the way he was squatting there by the fire, he obviously had a huge cock on him. The mound of his prick and balls swelled out the crotch of his blue jeans.

"We fucked, yesterday, in the bushes. While you and Ron were out fishing. I was so horny I couldn't believe it."

"Do you often get that way? Horny, I mean?"

"Lately quite a bit. And it seems to me, if a girl feels horny, she should be able to let her feelings out, you know? Just like a guy. I mean I don't believe that just because a girl is married, she has to fuck only her husband. I think that's really old-fashioned. Don't you?"

"Absolutely," he agreed, his cock beginning to tremble. She was such a sexy little cunt! So young looking! And so dumb! It took all his will power not to unzip right there and slap his cock back and forth across her pretty face.

"I mean sometimes Ron is tired, and doesn't feel like it. What am I supposed to do then?"

Gary had several suggestions, but he stood up quickly and gulped down the rest of his coffee. "Why don't we go for a short trip in the canoe before the rest of the folks wake up? We could discuss this further."

Penny's heart began to pound. She knew where this would lead if she consented. She knew that if she went off with Gary he would make a pass at her sure as hell. She finished her coffee and smiled at him, her pretty blue eyes teasing him. She stood up and moved toward him. Her lush tits rolled and jiggled loosely in her T-shirt.

"I think that's a great idea," she purred, slipping her arm through his as they moved off toward the lake.

In a matter of seconds they were out on the smooth water, and Gary was angling the canoe toward a secluded group of trees two hundred yards down the bank. The blood was pumping in his cock as he looked at the lush form of Penny's body draped across the other end of the canoe. She was smiling at him suggestively.

"Do you mind if I take my top off?" she asked, already peeling off her T-shirt before he had a chance to answer. "I want to get as much sun as I can on this trip."

Her gorgeous tits wobbled free and the stiffening brown nipples pointed at him like accusing fingers. They were the most beautiful tits he had ever seen, not small and droopy like his wife Loraine's, but full and heavy and lush, with flushed and full tips that ached to be sucked. He paddled more rapidly and brought the canoe under the shelter of the trees. He tied up and paused to stare at her.

The cut-offs she wore were incredibly tight across her crotch. She bent her knees and spread her legs as she lay back in the canoe, and from beneath the ragged hems of her pants he could see blonde cunt hair peeking out. She pulled at the cut-offs with her fingers, pretending to make herself comfortable, all the time watching him closely. Her tits wobbled and separated on her chest.

"Jesus Christ!" he murmured, his eyes glued to her crotch. She had tugged on the cut-offs so hard that the strap of denim hooking under between her legs and slipped inside the lips of her cunt. Two furry swaths of cunt hair bristled on either side, and her juicy cuntlips were folding themselves over the denim, swallowing it completely.