Mark Carver - Two-way wife

Her image of the clean, wholesome young wife was much too strong for that. But something would have to give, and damn soon, or Laura felt as if she'd lose her mind.

She pressed her eye to the crack intently as Cindy rolled off her husband and onto her back, drawing up her knees and parting her soft thighs wide. Don got on top of her, his immense prick bristling with the familiar power that sent shivers of excitement up Laura's spine. Christ, his cock looked incredible poised over the tight little pussy!

The moment Don pierced her, Cindy let out a low furious moan of excitement. The girl locked her legs tightly around his waist and began swinging her ass, her nails clawing at his bare back, her teeth nipping his shoulder in a frenzy of passion.

With trembling fingers, the nurse switched on her vibrator and eased it into her pulsing cunt. Her heaving tits were covered with sweat, her eyes burning on the lewd spectacle of her husband pounding his rod into the eager blonde.

At that moment Laura would have given anything to just rush into the next room and clutch the girl in her arms. She would suck on her tits, then hunch down under her flaked lunging ass and lick it hungrily while Don screwed her to his thrilling relentless rhythm.

She could only watch intently, rape her aching pussy with the long vibrator, and moan in hot frustration.

But tomorrow morning she'd be alone with Cindy, while Don was at work. And she would give the sexy adolescent anything, anything in the world to suck her naked hot tits and shower kisses on her tawny thighs. Then, with ravenous lust, she would dig her mouth into that utterly delicious young cunt, lapping, kissing, and sucking with sheer obscene joy!

Laura watched, and slid her hotly sucking pussy eagerly on her vibrator, and felt her nerves quiver with raw impatience.

Tomorrow morning was D-Day. She would devour the girl's gorgeous tits and ass and pussy at any price.

Even if she had to become the wild little bitch's sex-slave.

Beneath Don's thick, pounding prick, Cindy sweated fiercely and shuddered from head to toe, gripping his meat in her tight cunt in furious spasms of excitement. She did not screw like a lot of young girls, who were so overeager in their heat they were clumsy and awkward.

Cindy swung her sweet, curved ass to a remarkably graceful rhythm, a lewd dance that was like a ballet, each stroke of her juicy hot pussy on Don's rod throbbing with power and grace, each lunge accompanied by a low deep moan of maddening joy.

The wild-eyed blonde loved to fuck, and it showed in the way she concentrated all her silken, tawny flesh in her passionate frenzy. She bit Don's bare shoulder in sharp, lewd nips, the trickle of honey from her boiling slit quickly turning into a small torrent that soaked Don's crotch.

And Don could hardly berate her for her rising moans of lust when he was gasping and panting wildly. God, what a piece of incredible hot cunt! Sweet, young, pure slippery fire and velvet, oozing pussy-juice all over his dick in a flood, her plump tits digging eagerly into his chest, her ass wriggling and squirming frantically in his hands.

"Hey, cool it!" he managed to gasp when Cindy almost screamed out loud as his huge knob battered her slit deep and savagely. She was coming now, sobbing and clawing and biting, working her fiery cunt in boiling spasms, and Don knew beyond a doubt she was the kind of fuck that most men could only dream about, knowing deep down they'd probably never get it, plowing their weary wives while they dreamed and hoped of the real thing.

While he had it right now, her tongue ramming deep in his mouth and a muffled scream in her throat as Cindy came in molten waves. The girl didn't bother with a bunch of fancy gyrations and maneuvers – she didn't have to. So hot and juicy and electrifying was her little cunt, that most men shot off in less than two minutes inside her.

Not Don, although he was having a profound struggle controlling his load. Normally a long comer, he was used to fucking for at least a solid fifteen minutes before getting his rocks off, especially with his own hot, deliciously tight wife. But Cindy's feverishly sucking little pussy was like a magnet on his fiery jism, her sweating flesh trembling violently to his.

"Now, now, now!" Cindy hissed, pumping her naked ass in a frenzy. "Gimme your hot jism now!"

"Ahhhh, shit!" Don gasped, a mixture of defeat and nerve-racking excitement. Her frantic cunt was going into fierce spasms of joy, sending waves of exploding thrills through his quivering meat, and then he was shooting his load furiously, each spattering burst bringing a low, sharp cry from the blonde's throat, as if she were being jolted by tiny electric shocks.

"Hot wild pussy," Don moaned, wincing as she hugged his limp cock feverishly in her slit. Cindy was still thrashing and sobbing, her orgasm subsiding by slow degrees, the delicious flood of hot come seeping down her thighs.

"Ah, stud, oooo, your hunk of meat, wheeeeew!" sighed Cindy, releasing her savage grip on his rod at last. The wild ripples of pleasure still radiated outward from her throbbing pussy. Jesus, could he screw! Once Cindy got really hot, she could go at it all night long, a non-stop machine of silken lust. And the fact that his own wife was in the next room, sleeping through it all, only fired her wanton excitement. She loved the whole idea, the risk, the furtive hot sucking and fucking while his square wife gently dreamed her own simple life away.

But Don was climbing off her now, his broad chest heaving with sweat, his long thick rod dangling between his thighs.

"Hey, man, don't go!" hissed Cindy.

"Shhhhhh!" Don put his finger to his lips and glanced at the bedroom door. "Gotta go, kid. Maybe tomorrow, huh?"

Anger flared up in Cindy's blood. She'd finally found a hung guy who was a decent lay, and he wanted to back to bed with his wife! But even at her tender age, Cindy's emotions were usually ruled by cunning.

"Hey, wait," she whispered. She rolled over on her knees, with her naked ripe ass jutting out. Then she deliberately made a teasing, obscene gesture with her fingers, caressing the crack of her tawny cheeks, gently undulating her hips.

"Put it here," she whispered lewdly. "C'mon, stud, just one time! Don't you like my little ass?"

The question was just gilding the lily. The moment Don saw her run her fingers up the crevice of those soft, golden mounds, his prick stirred furiously and was now pounding with raw desire again. She was amazingly sexy and lewd for her age, now tickling her own tiny asshole with her finger to arouse him to an irresistible pitch of excitement.

Where the hell did kids her age learn things like that? Even Laura, who also liked his massive cock rammed deep up her luscious butt when she was achingly hot, never went that far.

Breathing heavily, Don got back on the bed and kneeled behind her weaving ass. He gripped a silky cheek in each hand and spread them wide, fully exposing her puckered slit. Beneath him, Cindy trembled wildly and held her breath, bracing herself for that first stab of burning pain.

It was painful to her tiny anal slot, but even boiling pain could get your rocks off when you were worked up enough, she'd long ago discovered. She felt his knob press brutally against her quivering asshole for a few moments of suspense. Then he slammed forward in a violent stroke, and Cindy bit off the scream on her lips.

"Ah, hoo, Christ, kid – mmmmmf – hot wild ass! Wow! Unnnnngh, ah, baby, tight and – sheeit – juuuuuuicy!"

The moment his rod slammed into her narrow, throbbing slit, Don forgot about the necessity for keeping quiet. In fact, her squirming asshole was so exciting he couldn't have given less of a damn if his wife marched in at that moment. She was moaning and crying beneath his hotly pumping strokes now, clawing desperately at the sheets beneath her and shaking her head.