David Crane - Hot neighborly wife

Cathy waited, and her cunt creamed even more.

His cock head bounced against the inside of her thigh and then slid along to her crotch. The cock tip nestled into her sodden fuck slot. Carl paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation of the impending fuck, Cathy cooed with delight and squirmed, working her steaming pussy around on the head of his massive fuck tool. Her cunt lips clutched at his prick, as if trying to drag him into her hot fuck hole.

Then, bracing his thighs and tightening the muscles of his ass, Carl fucking his cock into her cunt to the balls.

Cathy squealed with delight. Carl grunted with pleasure and held that first full penetration for a long moment, thrilling to the feeling of having every inch of his enormous prick embedded in her hot wet pussy. His balls were jammed tight to her thrusting ass and her lithe thighs clung to his flanks.

Cathy began to pant as she felt the joy of having her greedy cunt stuffed chock full of hard cock meat. Her cunt rippled and pulled on his prick, dragging along every inch of the formidable weapon and squeezing lovingly on the great, throbbing prick knob that swelled deep within her pussy.

She wriggled and moaned, urging him to start fucking her. Her taut clit worked against his cock and her belly pushed up and down.

"Fuck me!" she cried.

Carl began to fuck her. He drew out until only the tip of his prick was in her pussy gash, paused and then fucked slowly back up the juicy passage. Cathy writhed down on his prick, panting. He gave her a second slow fuck-stroke, dipping his knees and feeding the prick meat to her with an underslung fuck thrust. Cathy pushed her loins out to meet him with a pelvic jolt. Carl corkscrewed in with the third stroke, fucking his massive cock in lustily. She matched his movements, rotating her hips and rippling her cunt around his cock, making her pussy a juicy socket into which he could plug his prick.

Carl began to fuck faster, slamming his prick into her frothy cunt hole violently. He was gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes and thrusting so mightily that his balls were thudding onto Cathy's tilted ass. He was fucking her like an engine now. His balls were so swollen with pent-up passion that they bulged between her thighs and his cock was expanding, spreading her cunt slit wider and wider.

Cathy's face was contorted with fuck-lust. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her pink lips were parted and moist as she gasped at his fuck-lunges. Her heels drummed on his ass, spurring him on, then they locked behind him and her thighs alternately tightened and reined over his loins, relaxing as he fucked in, compressing as he withdrew.

Carl grasped her hips, hauling her crotch up from the desk, and fucked resolutely into her pussy, as if he were trying to pulverize that soft vessel. He gritted his teeth and groaned as he rammed in, fucking his cock into her cunt so violently it seemed he was trying to hurt her, to pierce her nubile body through and through so that the head of his cock would come rushing out of her mouth.

His violence only inspired greater passion in Cathy. Her big tits bounced with firm weight as she rocked back and forth on the edge of the desk; she threw her head back, switching it from side to side; her threat worked as she gasped and then gurgled with the bliss of fucking.

Carl's big prick was vibrant with tension. He cupped his hands over her tits, as if clawing at them for support. Her nipples were hot on his palms and his fingers dug into the soft tit flesh. His head fell; he was beaded with perspiration and his breath rasped out sharply as his orgasm drew near.

Cathy was panting and gasping. Her warm pliable pussy gripped him and clutched him and pulled on his cock as if she wanted more and more, as if to drag his whole body up her greedy fuck hole.

Carl tried to hold back, but there was no need to as far as Cathy was concerned.

Moaning and whimpering, she cried: "Pour it to me… come… come! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Carl could feel her start to come. Spasms worked across her belly and rippled up and down her smooth thighs; her clit was pulsing as his cock ran over it, and her cunt was melting. As he fucked up her cunt hole, his mighty prick pumped out heavy streamers of cunt juice from her pussy slot. The slippery fuck juice poured down her crotch into the crack of her ass. He fed the cock meat to her pussy with wild abandon.

Cathy was going absolutely wild now, slamming her heels against his ass and twisting her body into impossible angles. Her pussy clung to his cock.

"Ahhh!" she cried.

The long waves of climax coursed in a mighty surge across her belly and into her loins, and her cunt opened up and turned to cream as she came again and again in a series of orgasms that followed so quickly one upon the other that they soon merged and blended and became one solitary, prolonged climax that seemed to turn her whole being to cunt juice and fire and electric spasms of ecstasy.

Carl's big prick felt incandescent now. He fucked his cock up her cunt and, moaning with the sensation, blew a massive load of spunk deep into her fuck hole.

He shot so hard that his ass rebounded on the recoil, then his prick rammed back into her cunt. He fucked in again. A second geyser of cum hosed her pussy, spurting out in a thick, creamy jet.

He blew so much spunk up her pussy that it came flooding out, blended with her cunt juice, as he withdrew. Ribbons of cum curled down her thighs.

He was still coming. He plowed in and hosed her pussy guts with a third jolt of cum and then a fourth, filling her fuck hole to the very brim.

At last, his balls were drained. He felt hollow and empty and spent.

Cathy felt the same. She slowly dropped back onto the desk. Her cunt continued to work on his prick for a little while as she worked off the final spasms of her orgasm. They smiled at each other, and in those smiles was a tacit agreement.

They decided to fuck all day.

Not knowing that her husband was fucking his teenaged secretary with regularity and gusto, Elizabeth was not really serious as she thought about seducing Jimmy Martin.

The idea was pleasing, thrilling, even, and she enjoyed fantasizing about it, in all the juicy, graphic details – what he would say, how he would look, the involuntary moaning and whimpering her caresses would bring forth, and especially, how his sweet, virgin cock would swell and throb and spurt!

But the faithful wife had no intention of acting upon her lascivious musings. The erotic idea had been part of her self-gratification – after all, a woman had, to think about something while she finger-fucked herself, didn't she? – no more than that. But she was still thinking about the handsome teen, less with lust now that she had come, but with dreamy speculation.

She would have been truly thrilled, had she known that young Jimmy was thinking about her, as well.

Jimmy was still a virgin, in fact, although it was a condition which he hated and wanted to rid himself of at the first opportunity. He was desperate with his burgeoning puberty. He jerked off at least twice a day, often more, and he thought about his sexy neighbor, Elizabeth Tremayne, quite often as his fist sped up and down on his swollen cock meat.

He often watched the older woman as she moved in the adjacent yard, and sometimes he could get a glimpse of her – a tantalizing glimpse that brought his prick into his fist without delay – as she passed by the windows of her bedroom or living room, or all the more provocative for being faint, all the more thrilling because it hinted at what he could not see, when she was standing behind the frosted glass of the bathroom window. Was she naked, perhaps? About to stand under the shower or climb into a soapy tub? Oh, how he would have loved to shower her with jism, to coat her with his foamy cum!