Mark Carver - Two-way wife

No, if by some strange quirk he ended up married to the beautiful, sultry young blonde, he wouldn't have her handed out to some strange asshole who would grind her gears, gun her half to death or treat her like anything but what she was, a fabulous fuck, a sweet sex-princess whose fiery tight cunt was precious property.

But of course, all this thinking was bullshit. He didn't even know the kid, although his massive hard-on was dying to get to know her.

While Laura and Jimmy pursued their trains of thought, Cindy sprawled back on the low end of the mattress and smoked leisurely, her mind toying with the alien idea of being tied down. Marriage sucked, she was convinced. She'd seen enough married couples who bickered and fought and fucked to know that. But she'd also seen one or two couples that really dug each other, in bed and out of it, and they seemed to be happier than a herd of cows penned up with a horny bull.

She glanced at Jimmy from time to time, feeling a strange rush of emotions. The truth was, in spite of her tough manner and fuck-you defiance, Cindy very often felt like a homeless little girl deep inside herself. She didn't have a home, not any more, and even when she had one it seemed more like a whorehouse with her mother screwing everything in pants and drunk half the time.

Sometimes, out on the streets, not knowing where she'd sleep that night, the blonde felt terribly lost and afraid. She felt that she really was only a kid and homeless and dying for safety and warmth and loving, but she covered it up with a tough, bold attitude to protect herself from the creeps and the pimps and the hustlers and the streets. As a protective cover, it worked like a shield of armor.

Rut when Cindy let her guard down, she felt very soft and hurt and frightened.

If she was dumb enough, she told herself angrily, to marry a guy like Jimmy, who she didn't even know, at least that part of her life would be over with. No more pounding the streets, no more being hustled and followed and propositioned by fat bald creeps and cold-eyed pimps. She'd have a home.

She repeated the word softly to herself. Shit, she'd never had a real home, she realized, just a place to sleep and argue and stay away from whenever possible. She'd have a husband and a home and safety and warmth and lots of good hot loving every night.

And Jimmy was a nice guy deep down, she could sense it at once. Her instincts about human character were very sharp from the streets. He was probably a hell of a nice guy when you got to know him, a lot like his brother Don, only more easygoing and casual. Good-looking as hell, hung, one hundred-percent male, a real stud.

Cindy nervously lit a fresh cigarette from the glowing tip of her last one, faintly aware that Jimmy and Laura were both watching her. But they didn't interfere with her thinking at all. Fuck them, she had to figure out what these strange hopes and feelings and wild sensations were.

A home…

She hated to cook and could barely make a salami sandwich. She also hated vacuum cleaners and laundry and all that petty crap, as she thought of it. But what the hell, was it really all that much trouble for a guy she really dug? If she felt about Jimmy that way, or could feel about him that way if she got to know him better?

Now the blonde looked at him squarely in the eye. The idea was so damn crazy! He was a stranger, and yet she seemed to know him, because he was one of those guys who was so easy and cheerful and friendly. Not one of those sullen, uptight asshole or a phony who was out to hustle her for her tight pussy, and felt he had to give her a line a mile long to make it with her.

He was damn sexy too, with his huge red prick looming out like that!

Her face flushed, and she stubbed out her cigarette. Crazy Goddamn thoughts, that's all they were. She'd be back out on that highway in another night or two, braced against that chilly night air, her thumb out, that expression of bold independence on her smooth face, tensed in case a carload of rowdy guys stopped or a creep with a fat paunch and groping hands or a curious cop. But Cindy was tough enough to handle them all.

No, she wasn't about to get tied dawn at her young age. No way.

She was startled to be suddenly touched, and then Jimmy was gently rolling her onto her back on the mattress, giving her an urgent hot kiss on her lips. She moaned quickly, and rubbed her soaked cunt to his stiff rod, spreading her tawny thighs wide. The surface of his meat brushed her trembling pussy-lips and Cindy sobbed in her throat, beginning to make eager fucking motions with her hips.

Her feverish tits dug into his broad chest and she locked her arms around him, snaking her wet tongue into his mouth. Laura watched the two of them squirming nakedly on the bed, her excitement soaring in her blood. God, they were beautiful together! So sexy with their healthy young bodies crushed together, the passionate brunette wanted to suck and fuck them both in rapid succession, hour after hour.

On top of the silky blonde, Jimmy desperately wanted to ram his enormous cock into her at once, but he held himself back. He just had to find out if her pussy tasted as delicate and juicy as it looked, even though his lips still felt numb from being raped by Laura's hot, feverish slit. A guy couldn't just dump his load in something special like this, not without tasting it first!

Cindy was pleasantly surprised when Jimmy suddenly slid down to suck on one of her nakedly heaving tits. He clutched it in his mouth and tongued the nipple to make her sob with excitement, then slid his mouth down over her soft belly and, bunching between her trembling thighs, Jimmy hoisted her ripe ass up in his hands, staring directly into her pink, gently sucking slit.

It struck him as ironic that he normally avoided eating pussy, but here he had two ripe, eager and fantastically sexy girls on his hands and so far all he'd done was go down on them! But this wasn't going to be any major production. He just wanted a good taste first, and besides, Cindy would dig it for certain. In fact she was already sobbing with urgency and twining her fingers in his dark hair and tugging.

"Eat me, Jimmy, don't tease, darlings I need it! So hot, honey, eat it, suck it – aaagh! Ooooooo! Yesss!"

He rammed his mouth to her burning slit and slithered his tongue in deep, his lust fired by the succulent sweetness, the fragrant pure nectar of delicious young cunt. Jesus, it was wild! There would never be anything as luscious and sweet as pussy in heat, whether you went down on it or pumped deep with your rock-hard prick.

Cindy locked her steaming thighs to his face and rocked her ass madly in his hands as she started coming almost at once, his tongue harsh against her tender cunt-flesh, his lips sucking greedily on her tiny clit-bud and then an her pussy-flesh to make her scream softly with savage joy.

Cindy was discovering what Laura had just found out that although a man couldn't eat pussy with half the poetry and artistry of a girl, he could make you start climaxing at once, in violent, breathtaking waves, because his rough mouth got right to the point without any frills or fooling around. This guy didn't nibble or play or tease, when he ate it, he ate it!

Delirious at the sight of her brother-in-law sucking off her girl friend, the fiercely excited brunette hugged her mouth to Cindy's naked, panting tits and lapped at them obscenely, hefting their hot silkiness in her hands to add to the blonde's wild thrills.

Although Jimmy knew he could go on kissing and lapping at Cindy's deliciously sweet cunt for a solid thirty minutes without getting tired or bored, after five minutes and three shuddering spasms of bliss, each orgasm hotter than the last for the crying blonde, he abruptly stopped.

His cock flatly refused to wait any longer, leaping and surging with brutal power.