R Peters - Lewd wife

I knocked on the door and asked if I could come in. Mark hesitated and then I opened the door. He was bent over the sink running some water into a cup. He stood up, swallowed a couple aspirin and he caught a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror. He gulped hard and started coughing. A minute later he got hold of himself and he turned around slowly, looking at my body. Then he held out his hand to me and we walked out to the bedroom. I could tell Mark was still shy about the whole thing.

I unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his large cock. He was obviously turned on, even though he was trying to hide it and act natural. I played with it gently and I pulled down his pants until they fell to the floor. I kneeled down in front of Mark and began sucking his cock. He put his hands on the top of my head and began running them through my hair. I opened my mouth wide and took his meat in. I ran my finger along the crack in his ass, he squirmed and then I stuck one in his ass, just as I began sucking even harder on his meat. He was getting excited very quickly, so I stuck my finger even deeper in his ass. I circled my mouth around the end of his cock. Then I sucked it, jerking it back and forth, in and out of my mouth. It was driving him crazy and I wouldn't let him stick the rest of it in my mouth. Just the tip of his prick, sliding between my hot lips.

I could sense his orgasm nearing so I kept my mouth trained on the end of his pecker until I could feel his cum shooting up into his prick and out into my mouth. He came fast, squirting little streams of sperm in to my mouth. They landed on my tongue, and I liked the feel of letting sperm just sit on my tongue while some guy was getting his rocks off by fucking me in the mouth. I swallowed hard, and then a little more cum came. Mark fell over onto the bed exhausted, and relieved that he had shot his wad.

His body was stretched out across the bed, so I snuggled up next to him and started kissing his cock, which made him give off a slight laugh, and then I sucked the end of his now limp rod to get out all the cum I could. The taste lingered in my mouth, just as the desire for some meat did in my pussy.

I tried for nearly a half an hour to revive Mark's limp cock. Finally he became aware that I wasn't satisfied. He started rubbing his prick while bending over to suck my nipple. My nipple was hard and erect and he used his tongue to circle it, lick the tip and then suck my entire breast. But it didn't do much for his prick, which was still shriveled.

I looked at Mark, knowing that I wanted some more of what this young man had to offer. "Suck my cunt, please suck my cunt, Mark," I teased.

He looked up, startled. Then he leaned up and started sucking my wet cunt until I couldn't stand it. I pushed lightly on his shoulders, but he wouldn't let up, he just kept sucking. His tongue was swirling around inside my vagina and it was driving my cunt wild. His tongue massaged my cunt, then he rubbed his face up and down my pussy, rubbing as hard as he could. I sat up in the bed and spread my legs. Mark stretched out so his face was even with my cunt. He kept up his frantic sucking until I could feel a giant orgasm soaking my cunt hair, and gushing out juices all over Mark's face.

My hand was behind his neck and I kept pushing his face further and further into my cunt. It was wildly oozing out my hot juice. I felt my strength flow out from between my legs and I fell backwards into a soaked, hot, heap of flesh and worn-out pussy. Mark was still sucking me so I just blacked out, enjoying his tongue, the warmth of his breath and his face which was still buried in my cunt.

I woke up alone. Mark had split. There was an odor of cum all about me, and the top sheets were sticky and wet. I leaned over to look at the clock on the dresser. I didn't have much time to clean the mess.

As I was getting up I felt a wad of cum brush against my elbow. I looked down and saw a wet bit of Mark's cum. I knelt down and rubbed my lower lip in his sperm. It dangled on the edge of my lip, and then I sucked it in my mouth. I got up, cleared my throat and changed the sheets.

In a few minutes Roger would be home and I wanted to be ready. I was angry, but Roger did know how to screw me better than almost anyone I had met. I wasn't ready to say the best, because I still hoped for another shot at John, once things cooled off.

When Roger walked through the door, I wanted him to drop his pants, throw his body madly at me and then fuck me until I couldn't walk. I had just the idea to produce such a response. As he walked in the back door he would be greeted by his wife, stark naked, spread eagle, lying on top of the kitchen table. I would be clean, smelling fresh and purring for his smooth cock inside my cunt. I knew it would drive him wild.

Roger came home on time and, as I expected, threw open the kitchen door. And as I expected, he was knocked off his rocker by the sight of his puffing, naked and horny wife on the kitchen table. But there I was wet cunt glistening in the afternoon sun, hair pulled back and wet, and lips covered with a glossy lipstick.

Just as I had known, it drove him wild. He unbuckled his pants, dropped them to the floor and made a beeline for my body. He threw out his arms to the opposite sides of the table, securing it with his strength and weight, and his cock grew in a matter of seconds. He was ready for action and I was ready to get fucked.

"Fuck me, baby, stick your beautiful rod in my hot, greasy cunt!" I pleaded.

I had been fingering myself for about twenty minutes before Roger got home. That way I would be wet, extra horny and could have my orgasm at the same time Roger had his. "Suck my nipple, come on suck my nipple and fuck your pussy," I whispered.

Roger slid into my cunt effortlessly and in seconds was humping me on the kitchen table. The legs of the table were rocking, but neither of us cared, all we wanted was some good fucking, and we couldn't wait to get to the bedroom.

His ass was high in the air, plunging his cock inside me as far as it would go. I could feel my juices surrounding his prick and sliding in and out with it. I began moving my legs together back and forth, my thighs slapping against Roger's sides. "I want to get fucked! Come on, shoot your wad in my pussy, fuck my little pussy, come on bad boy, fuck your slutty wife!" I cried.

My words sounded like a cheerleader's pep talk for some high school virgin, but I had waited long enough for this cock. I wasn't going to lose out on any of the pleasure. "Fuck me, suck my breast and fuck me," I said as I continued moving in unison with Roger's humping movements. "Shoot your cum until there's nothing left!"

Then I lost control as my hips frantically began rocking Roger, me, and the table. My orgasm was sending juices out my hole, onto Roger's prick and down onto the table. His prick was shooting straight into my cunt and my face was distorted with pleasure and pain. Suddenly Roger lifted himself up, threw me quickly around and jammed his prick into my ass. He was rough, and my arm hurt with pain. There was no lubrication in my ass except for some cum which was stuck to his meat, and I was doubled up with pain. I could feel little jets of cum going in my anal hole, and it wasn't exactly pleasant.

"Is this what you wanted? Am I fucking you good enough?" Roger asked angrily. Trying to get my breath I started to answer him, but I wasn't quick enough. "Getting enough?" he yelled. "Am I fucking you so you feel it, huh, am I fucking you good?"

The pain was still throbbing in my asshole. It felt like I had been jabbed with an object ten times the size of my hole. I just wanted to get up and take a shower and fall into bed. "Feel it, huh?" he demanded.

"You like me fucking your ass don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, baby, I love you fucking me in the ass! I love your prick in me anywhere!" I wanted desperately for him to cum and be done. I thought he was angry for John, and wanted to hurt me.