Don Scott - The hottest wife

Even though I simply couldn't swallow any more of the passionate jism, that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the feeling of having a prick erupt like a volcano in my mouth. Each time someone released a load of spunk in my mouth, I pushed the hot cream out the corner of my lips, allowing it to trickle down my chin and drip onto my tits. Load after load of jism was deposited in my mouth, only to end up warming my tits.

Someone used my hair to wrap around his cock as he jerked off. When be let my hair fall against my back, I could feel the sticky cum matting the strands together.

With all the men jerking on their pricks at the same time, it took less than a half hour before the last man blew his load. When it was all over, they left me there, kneeling in the darkened alley. Blobs of cum covered the front of my naked body. Long white lines went from both corners of my mouth, down my chin and neck before trailing down to the sweeping fullness of my jugs. There was so much jism on me that rivers, starting from either side of my body, joined together between my tits and ran down to my already cum-soaked cunthairs.

I wanted the cum on my body. Jeff – dear husband Jeff – had never done anything so daring as jerked off on me. Every time we fucked was just the same as the time before. Grab my tits a little, stick his prick in and blow his nuts as quickly as possible. After that he just rolled over and went to sleep, or got out of bed and studied some new theory of medicine that might help his rise in the chain of command in the hospital.

I used the back of my hand to smear away the cum on my chin and neck, then took my coat off the electrical wire. Whoever had allowed me to kneel on his coat either forgot to take his coat with him, or decided that it would be too soaked with cum to bother with ever again. As I stuck my arms in the trench coat and pulled it around me, the fabric stuck to my body, glued to me from the juices sticking to my tits.

When I finally made it home, Jeff was still asleep in the chair with the television on. I took a shower to get the spunk off me, then climbed into a pair of panties and a T-shirt and went to sleep feeling satisfied. Briefly I tried to figure out how many cocks had erupted in my mouth or cunt. Getting the exact number was an impossibility and I slept with a smile pursing my lips.

Saturday morning and afternoon were a bore. I watched television while Jeff caught up on some reading. It seemed like he was always patching up on reading while never catching up on me. Still, there was a quiet peacefulness that I felt whenever Jeff was around, so I didn't feel too bad or, even worse, too alone.

Finally, at about six o'clock, I told him I needed to do some shopping and I left the apartment, dressed in a pair of tight, faded jeans and a western-style cotton shirt. It was a small miracle that I made it out of the apartment without him noticing that I wasn't wearing a bra.

In the elevator I unbuttoned my shirt and rolled it up to my tits, then tied it ma knot right below the swell of my tits. This exposed my flat stomach and gave anyone who cared to look a view of my mounding, milky cleavage.

I took a cab clean across town to the state university, where my brother is a philosophy student. When the driver asked for the fare, I pulled out his cock and gave him a quick blow-job, swallowing all of his cum. More than happy with the exchange, he said to call him whenever I needed a ride.

Tim, my brother, lives in a fraternity house with ten or twelve other guys. Though he is a very serious student, much like myself when I was in nursing school, I knew that Saturday nights meant a night on the town chasing girls.

When I knocked on the door, a boy approximately my age, wearing grubby clothes and holding an open beer bottle, opened the door. His eyes moved over my body, not missing anything. I was a little annoyed that he made no attempt to hide his lust, then I realized that it was really a compliment to my good looks.

"Tim's up in his room studying," the boy said. "You want me to go get him or are you the kind that will go down… I mean up?"

"I'm his sister," I said, walking past him. "And I know everything your dirty little mind is thinking. Furthermore, to answer your question, I am the kind of girl that will go down, but not with a grubby creep like you."

I went up the stairs past the piles of dirty clothes, scattered text books and discarded beer cans. These boys certainly could use a cleaning lady. The first door I came to I knocked on and same one inside shouted for me to came m. Inside a muscular young man, clean-cut and squeaky clean from the shower he had just taken, was drying his hair. His cock, limp and jiggling beautifully as he dried his hair, looked very tempting.

"Hey, where's Tim's room?" I asked, hands on my hips.

The boy immediately pulled the towel around his waist and gawked at me, open mouthed. "Who are you?"

"You don't need to worry about covering up. I'm a nurse. Also, I'm Tim's sister. Now where is his room?"

"Last door on the right," the boy answered, still in shock.

As I headed for Tim's room, I made a mental note to fuck the clean-cut boy. He would, I had no doubt, really know how to use his cock.

I walked into Tim's room without knocking. He was lying on his back in bed, already dressed for the evening, with a book open on his chest.

"Amber!" he said, giving me his beautiful smile. "What the hell are you doing here?" He started to get up, but I sat on the bed next to him and pushed him back down.

"Tim, you're my brother and you're my friend. That being the case, I've came to do both of us a great service." I picked the book off his chest and closed it, setting it on the floor. "You're going to the bars tonight, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"And you're going to try and convince some young girl with a pretty face and a nice set of tits to come to this room with you so you can fuck her, right?"

"Well… yes, I suppose so."

"How long has it been since you've rammed your cock in some girl's pussy?"

Tim turned red with embarrassment before answering. "Two weeks. Two weeks ago I hit the bars. Last weekend I had mid-terms."

"That means that you're pretty fucking horny right now," I said, still in my matter-of-fact tone. "You'll probably be a bit too energetic for the young lady to cope with, and if you do get her back here you'll probably cum too quickly. That's not going to make her too happy. I know. I'm speaking from experience."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that…" I paused and stood up. Untying the knot in my shift, I let my big tits fall out. Shaking my shoulders caused them to wiggle erotically, the brown nipples hard and pointed, wanting to be touched.

"Tim, I'm saying that I'll take the edge off your frustrations if you take the edge off mine. Tonight Jeff is going to fuck me, just like he does every Saturday night, and I'm going to be left high and dry without cumming. I never cum with him."

Tim raised his arms to me and I melted in them, mashing my tits against his broad chest. We clutched each other, my tongue darting in his mouth as he pulled my shirt down my shoulders before throwing it across the room.

"I've wanted to fuck you for along, long time," Tim murmured in my ear. "Ever since I walked into the bathroom and saw you naked."

"I've got to have your cock I I've got to have my brother's cock!"

I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees. Tim helped me get his shorts down, then I grabbed his growing cock and took it between my lips. As I sucked on it, running my tongue over the fat, red cockhead, it grew to full-size.

"Okay, brother, now you're going to fuck me," I hissed like a wildcat in heat. I pulled down my jeans and panties in one motion and stepped out of them. Straddling Tim's erect prick, I guided it to my feverish snatch. Letting myself sink on Tim's cock, I wondered why in the hell I hadn't been fucking him for years.