Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

I loved it.

"You love it, Sweetie, don't you? You just love havin' two big cocks pumping into you. There!"

He jabbed especially hard; I tried not to cry out.

"So? Sweetie's tryin' to take it without sayin' anything. Not bad… not bad. We run into lots of bitches like you. Lot's of 'em."

I didn't know what to say. I was going crazy from the sensations produced by two cocks pounding me relentlessly from opposite ends of my body, but I was also a little uneasy over the way Jerry was talking.

Uneasy because I liked it.

But I didn't have time to contemplate it then; the only thing I could think about was making this crazy two on one situation work for all of us.

"That's nice, Sweetie, real nice."

I shoved back harder; evidently he liked that. At the same time I let the fingers of my left hand slip beneath Steve's balls and begin to massage them. Almost immediately I could feel the pace of his pumping begin to pick up, and I knew that he liked it.

My cunt was on fire. I could feel the hot, seething juices beginning to build and grow, churning and foaming inside me.

Now I just had to make it all happen at once.

Behind me Jerry was no longer talking; that told me something. He was getting closer. The same was also true of Steve, who was now pumping frantically into my mouth.

All right. It wouldn't be long, then.

I went wild with my crotch, writhing and squirming like an impaled animal.

"Jesus, Sweetie."

"Fuck me, you prick," I shot back, my words garbled by the prick in my mouth.

He responded by doubling the speed of his thrusts, which was just what I wanted. I could now feel the cum churning up within me.

"Harder, prick!"

He went wild. At the same time, I did something instinctively that I'd never even thought about before. Just as I felt Jerry's cock begin to pulse and shudder, I slid my hand beneath Steve's crotch and rammed a finger deep into his stole.

The results were phenomenal. We all came at once.

"Jeeeessssuuuujssss!"

"Oh yeah, baby, yeah!"

"Fuucckkk!"

It was mass, messy confusion, but I loved it.

Half of Steve's cum found its way into my hungry, sucking mouth. The rest of it got all over my face; I didn't care.

At the other end of my body Jerry exploded, spewing a fountain of cum into my cunt that almost carded me away.

Finally we fell to the floor in a heap.

Five minutes later they were out the door, but not until Jerry had gotten in one parting shot.

"Next time, don't go pulling the wires on your machine. Just call us; we'll know what you want."

I grinned. I didn't care.

The job ad read, "Luncheon hostess, part time, excellent benefits. Must be young and attractive". When I got to the address indicated for my interview, I still wasn't certain what a luncheon hostess did, but it certainly sounded like something worth checking out.

The suite of offices was plush, and the man who interviewed me made it clear that the job was mine if I wanted it badly enough.

"What does that mean?" I asked, suspecting that I knew the answer, but not completely certain if I was reading him right.

I was.

He simply shrugged and drawled, "Now I reckon you ought to be able to figure that out, sugar. Right?"

I had to grin. Of course I could figure it out. He was a big, heavy man who looked uncomfortable in a business suit. I think he was from Texas, and that he, and the company, had plenty of money was obvious.

But I still didn't know what the job entailed. Evidently that could wait; right now, it was evident that he was expecting something more from me than just talk.

All right, what the hell. He'd get what he was looking for. Taking a chance that my hunch about his accent was right, I began to speak.

"I hear that Texas women are something else. Is that right?"

"Damn right, sugar. Damn right."

I was sitting on the edge of the desk now, leaning forward so that my tits were almost completely visible to him. His face began to get a little bit red.

"We're not so bad out here, you know."

"That a fact, sugar?"

"That's a fact."

I was close enough now that he could catch my perfume, and I knew that this was exactly what he wanted to happen.

"Texas women give the best head in the world," he announced, looking me straight in the eye to see how I would react to his bluntness.

"Is that, a fact?"

"That's right, sugar, that's a fact."

I walked around the desk and dropped to my knees. Obviously I had to prove that I could give head as good as his Texas girls if I wanted the job.

I began to unbutton my blouse. In the back of my mind I was aware of an unusual sound; a sort of hissing or whirring. But I didn't pay any attention to it.

When my upper body was naked I could tell that he liked what he saw. I started to take off my skirt, but decided against it, figuring I might as well save something for later.

"Why don't we just take a look at what you've got beneath those pants, Mr. Hoffheinz. Maybe I can change your attitude about women out here."

"I doubt it, sugar, but you're sure welcome to try."

It was a challenge, pure and simple. And I was completely confident that I could pull it off.

To start with, his cock was limp. And long. So long, in fact, that the thought of what it would be like when it was hard was almost enough to make me change my mind about being able to so this successfully.

I needn't have worried. I did just fine.

First I rubbed it lightly between two fingers, playing with it gently while the first rush of blood caused it to stiffen slightly.

Then I bent over it and kissed it, moving my lips like butterflies all over the length of his meat.

"That's good, sugar, real good."

"It'll get better."

It grew in my hands, getting larger and larger until it was so big all I could think about was a giant horse's cock I had seen one time. I know it wasn't really that bit but it certainly seemed that way.

I began to lick it, getting it wet all over with my tongue while my fingers played with his dangling balls.

"Think you can handle it, sugar?"

"I don't know," I said, feeding his ego. "You can sure tell you're from Texas."

He laughed loudly at that, but I knew that I couldn't stall much longer; I wanted to get his meat in my mouth.

I paused at the top, looking at the broad expanse of tightly pulled skin that covered his cockhead.

My tongue darted out, shooting into the slit at the end of his cock. Then, taking a deep breath, I spread my lips and began to go down.

For a long moment I struggled, trying to get his cockhead past my lips without biting him. It wasn't easy, but I did it.

Already my mouth felt completely full.

"Come on, sugar, show me what you can do." I began to push down, feeling his hard rod slide through my mouth and into my throat. For a moment I thought I was going to gag, but then I got control of myself by breathing through my nose.

I was beginning to feel more confident about things and more turned on as well.

His cock was amazing!

I realized now that Howard's cock really wasn't all that big. It was just that on our honeymoon I had never seen another man's cock, so I didn't have anything to compare it to.

This was different.

By any standards, the cock in my mouth was huge. Yet I knew that I was going to be able to take it all; don't ask me how, I just knew it.

"Good, sugar, real good. Keep suckin' ole Roy." Finally, unbelievably, I felt my lips pressing firmly against the short, wiry hairs of his crotch.

I had done it!

From that point on I was in control. First I moved up and down, sliding over the length of his rod, feeling it move inside me. He didn't do anything at first, but after a few moments he began to shove into my mouth, plunging his prick deeper and deeper into my body.