Jane Fox - The horny wives

"Oooooh!" Betsy squealed. "Lick my clitty, too, darling! Taste my hot, little clit!"

Henry moved quickly to her hard throbbing love button and touched it with the tip of his hot, thrusting tongue. Betsy almost fell off the couch with the electric shock his hot tongue gave her! Thrills raced through her quivering body and she shook uncontrollably. She felt tongues of flame rushing around and around inside her body, building and building in a crescendo of passion. Her whole body felt like it would be consumed with the fires of her lust!

"Yesssss! Oh, yesss!" she shouted. "Suck it! Suck it hard, darling! Suck my little love bud! Bite it a little, dear! Nibble my hard, hot clitty! Oh, God! You're so good! You do that just right! You're the best pussy-eater I've ever had! Oh, Henry! Keep licking! Don't stop! Lick and nibble! Lick and suck! Oooooh! That's right, darling! You're doing it just right! More! Do it more, darling! Suck it harder! Oooooh! You're driving me crazy, dear! Crazy!"

Henry couldn't believe that he was making her so horny. Her squeals and screams of passion made him lick and suck even harder and faster. He was going to suck her so good that she would never need anyone else! He was going to be her prize number-one cunt-licker!

He pressed his lips against her hot pussy and moved his face back and forth, hearing her squeals of passion. He sucked and tugged at her hot, little clit, feeling her jerk and writhe beneath his lips and face. He sucked in sharply, sucking her hard, throbbing clitty right into his mouth and then released it with a sudden snap. He felt her hands tug wildly at his hair as she jerked uncontrollably, lust consuming her whole body. He scraped his teeth against her little button, hearing her screams and sighs. He knew he was pleasing her!

"Oooooh! Stick your tongue all the way up my hot pussy-hole!" Betsy screamed, no longer able to control herself. "Fuck me with your tongue! Use your tongue like a stiff little cock and fuck me with it! Fuck me with your hot tongue! Yessss! Stick it right up there! Oooooh! That's right, darling! That's right! Wonderful! Ooooooh!"

Betsy threw her legs up around Henry's shoulders, holding him desperately in place. She wanted to keep his hard, horny tongue in ha hot cunt forever!

Henry struggled a bit against her hot, quaking pussy. She was holding him so tightly, he felt like he was drowning in her flooding cunt. It was getting harder and harder to catch his breath, her legs were wrapped so tightly around him. Then, abruptly, she let him go.

"Oooooh!" she cooed. "Oh, darling, I didn't realize! You must be all out of breath. It was just so marvelous I didn't ever want you to stop. But I should let you catch your breath, shouldn't I? You poor darling! You've been licking and sucking for all you're worth on my hot pussy and I haven't given you any thrills yet, have I? You poor dear! I think it should be your turn, don't you?"

"Well… I don't know, Miss Mortensen," Henry replied, trying to catch his breath, not really sure what she was talking about. "My turn?" he asked, in a puzzled tone of voice.

"Why certainly, dear!" Betsy replied. "After all, I've been having all the fun, haven't I? I'll bet your poor cock is just bursting out of your jeans, isn't it?"

Henry blushed and dropped his eyes. He didn't know what to say. She was right. His cock was practically breaking out of his pants with lust.

"I… I… I don't know what you mean, Miss Mortensen," he answered, blushing as all sorts of exciting possibilities leaped to mind.

"Well, darling," Betsy continued, her voice becoming calm again. "I think I should do something nice for that hard cock of yours now. You made my hot pussy feel so good. I'd like to make your hard cock feel just that good! Can you guess how I'd like to do that, dear? Can you guess what I'm going to do?"

Betsy reached down and stroked his thigh feeling the bulge of his cock jerk upward towards her stroking fingers. "You've made me feel so very wonderful, Henry. The least I can do in to return the favor. Don't you think that would be fair, darling? Wouldn't you like to have Miss Mortensen work on your hard cock the seine way you worked on my hot pussy?"

Henry gulped, his face turning bright red. "Oh, yes!" he breathed. "But… but… you don't have to, you know! I mean… you can't want to!" He struggled for words, failing miserably. He was almost in tears, trying to assure her that anything she wanted was fine with him. He couldn't imagine any female actually wanting to suck his cock!

"I'm not just doing it because of you, darling," Betsy replied boldly. "Women like to suck cocks, Henry! Didn't you know that? I'd love to suck your hard cock for you, dear. Wouldn't you like me to, dear? Especially if you knew that I really wanted to?"

"Uh… yes! I sure would! Yeah! Of course I'd like it, Miss Mortensen! Nobody ever… I mean I never thought that… Oh, shit, Miss Mortensen! Pd love it!" Henry finally managed to blurt out. He dropped his eyes quickly to the floor and tilted uncomfortably, not daring to meet her eyes.

Betsy sank to her knees in front of Henry, keeping her arms tightly around his body. "Now just stand there like a good boy," she said, "and let me take care of you, Henry!"

Betsy could see Henry starting to calm down. He drew a deep shuddering breath and pressed his hips tightly against her. His big, hard cock pressed right up against her face and he groaned as he realized that his throbbing, rigid dick was only a thin thickness of cloth away from her hot lips and luscious mouth.

Betsy could scarcely control herself. She wanted Henry's hard cock in her mouth right now! She wanted to tear his clothes off and stuff his big, swelling cock all the way down her hot, sucking throat.

"Oh! Your cock is so hard, Henry!" she gasped in delight. "I can feel how big you are right through your pants. You've really got a big one, dear! Just look at how hard it is!"

She saw that Henry's eyes were closed tightly and his face wore an expression of absolute agony.

"Here, darling," Betsy said, reaching for his zipper. "Just relax now, and let me take care of everything."

Her hands were at the top of his zipper and she lingered there for a moment, letting his excitement build even higher.

Poor Henry was beside himself with lust! He could feel her fingers at the top of his zipper and he could scarcely wait until she pulled it down, freeing his hard, pulsing cock. His balls churned and stretched between his legs, driving him wild with passion. He was afraid that he would shoot off any second, just thinking about her hands at the top of his zipper. He certainly didn't want to cream in his jeans! Miss Mortensen would think he was terribly childish if he did that!

"Oooooh!" Henry moaned and then opened his eyes wide to stare at Miss Mortensen's beautiful face. "Ooooh, God!" he cried out, barely managing to get control over his pulsing shaft. "Oh, please don't touch me like that, Miss Mortensen! I'm just about ready to shoot off! Oh, please! Don't!"

"Oh, my!" Betsy exclaimed, dropping her hands down. "Well, don't worry about it. If you come now, I'll just get you hard again and you can come again later!"

Betsy laughed softly and tightened her arms around his legs.

"My goodness, darling, is that all you've been worried about? Why, I'd consider it a real compliment if you shot off before I even touched you. That would mean that I'd made you very horny, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, yes!" Henry answered, relaxing. "I almost shot off a couple of times before when I was licking… your pussy!" He finally managed to say the forbidden word and a pleased expression crossed his handsome face.

Betsy laughed. "You can say all the naughty words you want to, dear," she told him. "Naughty words make me horny! Don't they make you horny, darling?"