Jane Fox - The horny wives

Lydia was completely out of her mind with the lustful feelings that Betsy had created with her well-trained hands and gentle sweeping touches.

"Please!" she shouted again, and gasped with delight as she felt Betsy's hands move up, closer and closer to her throbbing, pulsing pussy.

Moving with a sureness born of many such encounters, Betsy reached her goal and parted Lydia's moist pink cunt-lips, not hiding her gasp of delight as she saw Lydia's cunt spread out before her eager eyes! Lydia's pussy was covered with frothy white pussy-juice and the smooth, satiny pussy muscles were moving rhythmically, begging for her expert touches.

Betsy stared with fascination at Lydia's pretty pink pussy. She examined her lusty friend's cunt with her eyes only, not yet touching her horny flesh.

Lydia could feel gush after gush of creamy pussy-juice flood her tight, crimson cunt, and her whole body trembled in anticipation. Then, slowly, Betsy dipped one slim finger into Lydia's delightfully hot pussy, running it lightly around the smooth outer walls. She touched every place with swift, light touches, softer than rose petals on Lydia's hot, lusty flesh.

"Aaaaagh!" Lydia groaned. She pushed her hips upward towards Betsy's stroking fingers. "Touch me harder, Betsy! Please! Harder!" she squealed.

She certainly wasn't shy about asking for what she wanted now! She had discovered the horny wonders of hot woman-love and she was going to enjoy them to the fullest degree!

Betsy eagerly complied with Lydia's request. She touched the quivering girl harder and harder, paying particular attention to Lydia's throbbing and pulsing clitty, poking out randily before her excited eyes. She could hardly wait to lick and suck that delicious little love button into her hot, wet mouth. She knew that she could send Lydia up to the heights of passion.

Sam couldn't believe his eyes! There was his wife, touching Lydia's pretty pussy and he was afforded the chance to see every bit of it, right in a ringside seat! He felt his hard cock jerk and throb uncontrollably, begging and pleading for some kind of release. He grabbed his jerking tool and held it tightly, hoping that Betsy's head would lower and he would be allowed to see her wet, hot tongue tasting and licking Lydia's beautiful tight pussy. He held his breath as Betsy moved her head towards Lydia's throbbing and pulsing cunt.

Sam was not to be disappointed! Betsy's head came lower and lower towards Lydia's burning slit, until her warm lips and tongue were only inches away from Lydia's hot, pink gash.

"Ooooooh!" Lydia squealed, knowing exactly what Betsy was intending to do, and wanting to hasten the arrival of her hot tongue on that sensitive little bump of love flesh so eager for her attention.

"Ooooh!" Lydia moaned again, her voice low and husky. She pushed her hips upward towards Betsy's descending face. Then Betsy's eager tongue was in her wet, hot pussy! It licked the smooth walls of her hot cunt until they were clean and squeaky. Betsy licked and traveled all around Lydia's burning, not twat, slurping and savoring the taste of her excitement.

"Ooooooh! You taste so good!" Betsy murmured, rubbing her whole face in Lydia's creaming snatch.

Lydia could feel her excitement mounting higher and higher with each lick of Betsy's devouring tongue. Her whole body was sent quivering and she raised her hips up off the bed, rising towards Betsy's delightful probing tongue.

Finally, when the length of Lydia's pussy was licked dry with her hot tongue, Betsy moved her attention higher. She headed straight towards the protruding pink bud of Lydia's throbbing clit, running her tongue around in ever-widening circles, almost touching her pulsing clitty, but not quite!

Lydia moved her hips frantically, trying to capture Betsy's delightful tongue with her motions. She thrust her clitty towards Betsy's tongue, trying in vain to force Betsy to touch her in that one, heavenly, sensitive spot aching for her lovely caresses.

"Aaaaaaaagh!" Lydia squealed, her hips thrashing against the mattress. Her eyes were wide with lusty passion. "Suck me!" Lydia screamed loudly. "Pleeeeeeease! Suck meeeeeee!"

Betsy leaned back, staring hard at Lydia's expression of lusty passion. Lydia was definitely ready! She was totally out of her mind with lust! She trembled like a dandelion in a summer wind, hips thrashing and ass-cheeks scraping against the bed with wild abandon. She could hardly wait for the delightful descent of Betsy's hot, probing tongue. Betsy smiled lewdly at her beautiful neighbor, spread out before her. Lydia was totally willing to obey her every command if only she would lick and suck her throbbing little clitty. If only George could see Lydia now! Betsy bet that George had never gotten Lydia this horny!

Suddenly, Betsy's mouth came down, plunging forward. She buried her lips around Lydia's prominent clitty which was standing straight up, begging for her attention.

"Oh, God!" Lydia screamed as Betsy's tongue darted across her inflamed clitty. "Oh, God! Don't stop! Pleeeeeease!"

Lydia pushed her pretty cunt upward again into Betsy's willing face. Her legs were trembling so hard it seemed as if an earthquake were shaking her whole body. She muttered little inaudible sounds as Betsy licked and sucked at her pulsing love bud. She could feel her cunt-cream flowing freely, filling her hot, burning pussy with the creamy white fluids of her passion. She strained upward even farther, grinding her whole pussy against Betsy's face, seeking Betsy's delightful mouth and probing tongue with her burning, hard clit.

Betsy brushed Lydia's near-exploding clitty with her teeth, nipping at the sensitive bud sharply. Just a touch of her teeth brought forth another squeal of passion from Lydia and another flood of pussy-cream. Then Betsy sucked Lydia's little love bud into the furnace of her mouth, rubbing and licking it with her tongue and teeth. She squeezed down gently with her wet, hot lips and rolled it around like a pretty, little marble.

"Aaaaaagh!" Lydia squealed. "Oh, Betsy! Don't stop! Ooooooooh!"

Betsy felt Lydia begin to shudder with rhythmic contractions. Lydia's hands were in her hair, winding in and out of the long strands, pulling at it like it was a rope, forcing Betsy downward, downward into her steaming depths. Downward to almost down in the delightful-tasting cream of her steaming, burning pussy!

Suddenly Sam couldn't stand to just watch any more. His cock lunged upward with a fierce jerk and he rose desperately to his feet, groaning with passion. He didn't care about remaining hidden any longer! He didn't care about watching to see what would happen between his wife and his beautiful neighbor, Lydia! All he cared about was his hard, aching cock and being able to bury it in one or both of the beautiful pussies he saw before him! He pushed open the bedroom door and let out a bellow like a bull moose.

Lydia and Betsy stopped dead. Their heads turned. Theft mouths dropped open and expressions of surprised fear crossed their pretty faces. Then Betsy started laughing.

"Sam!" she chuckled, trying to catch her breath. "You really scared the shit out of me! I thought maybe it was George! What are you doing home so early?"

Lydia gazed at her friend in surprise. "Betsy!" she whispered. "What shall we do? Isn't he mad?"

Betsy laughed all the harder. "Come on, Lydia! He doesn't look mad, does he? The only thing Sam looks is turned on, and I can't say I blame him! How long have you been standing out there watching, Sam?"

Sam grinned. "Long enough to know I want to get in on the action!" he retorted, reaching out to pinch Betsy's nipple. "How about it, honey? Couldn't you two ladies use a little cock to spice things up? I'm sure I could contribute something to this little scene!"

Betsy took one look at the huge bulge poking out of the front of her husband's pants and gasped in delight. "Ooooooooow! Look at that cock!" she gasped, turning to Lydia with a pleased expression on her face. "Would you like it, or shall I?"