David Brown: Always horny wife

Then she straightened up, spread her legs, and lowered her wet cunt onto the round head of his prick. Mike cried out. The feeling of her hot pussy closing over his sensitive dome was just too much to beat. He felt himself beginning to spend. The blonde sat still and waited for his come to retreat back into his balls.

Moments later, it did.

Then the blonde went to work.

She pounced on him, her pussy hot and dripping with juice. He reached up and covered her big jugs with his hands. The blonde gave a start, squealing and wriggling sensuously as she tore down on him.

He felt her strong slit muscles pulling him all the way inside her tube. As she jumped, he squeezed her titties and then the nipples, making her squeeze out a thick one. The jism splashed out of her wet hole, catching him on the thighs.

Bending over him, the blonde thrust her boobies in his face. Mike nibbled on one nipple, then the other. The girl cried out spending herself again. Mike squeezed her big, round titties until she straightened up, arched her back, and dammed her exploding match onto his throbbing, greasy meat. Moments later, he splashed his jism all the way up her tube and sent her whimpering and shivering in his anus.

Amber was jumping frantically on Wally's juicy meat. He watched the beautiful brunette writhe and aqua above him, her jugs thumping on her chest, her splashing him on the thighs. Using his thumb and forefingers, he squeezed her thick, cherry nipples. Amber squealed and dammed her pussy onto his pole wetly and hotly. Her hair spilled everywhere. The smell of her jism was thick in the room.

Wally began to feel his jism gathering hotly in his balls. Bracing his hands on her shoulders, he fought to force Amber to sit still for a moment, but it was impossible. The woman was popping orgasms at such a pace that it would have been inhumane to force her to slop. A few moments later, though, she slowed down her pace just in time to hammer out four long, thick jets of hot pussy juice. Her heart was racing like a jackhammer. He kept his hands over her jugs and continued prodding them and pumping them. Suddenly she raised her head high, arched her back, and squealed like a whipped puppy. He felt her heart hammering again. Her body jerked as the fresh jism flowed from her love tube. A moment later, recovering, she began jerking over him once again, her slit lips racing up and down his trembling hose.

Then he began grunting and thrashing beneath her. Squealing in pleasure, the brunette pumped his joint franticly, her slit lips rushing up and down his quivering meat. While his dong gushed thickly inside her, she squeezed out six more thick jets of hot fluids.

The she fell on Wally and lay still for a few minutes.

Amber and Wally, recovering, got up and dressed. Before they left the room, they inspected themselves in the dressing room mirror.

Ted and Mike had been sitting at their table for some time, laughing and sipping their drinks. Anther and Wally sat down and lit cigarettes. A few moments later, the waitress came to take their order.

"How's your cunt feeling?" asked Amber, keeping her voice low.

The waitress giggled and replied, "Never felt better. Are ya comin' out to my place too, honey, after I get off work?"

Amber looked at Ted and Mike.

"We were gonna ask ya," explained Mike, "as soon as ya came out of the john."

Amber thought about it for a moment before she shook her bead. "Wish I could, guys, but I can't. I gotta get home early tonight. My old man might get home early in the morning."

"What if he doesn't?" shrugged Mike.

"He prob'ly won't," she replied, "but what if he does?"

"How 'bout a rain check, then?" asked the blonde.

Amber smiled and nodded. "Sure," she replied.

"I only live a few miles from here. I'll be seein' you from time to time."

For the next twenty minutes Amber sat and sipped her drink with the boys. Then she got up, kissed them each on the forehead, and left the place.

Then she checked out of the motel and drove home.

It was nine o'clock when Amber got home.

Johnny was sitting in his car in the driveway smoking a cigarette. As soon as she pulled up beside him, he jumped out of his car and approached her threateningly.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he asked, his anger growing within him.

She tossed it aside. "Fuckin'," she replied nonchalantly. "Don'tcha remember? I called ya up this morning, but you were too busy…"

"Don't gimme that crap," he said. "I know what I said this morning." Then he looked at his watch. "But that was over twelve hours ago. What the fuck were you doin'?"

She shrugged and found the front door key. "Fuckin'," she repeated, heading for the front door.

"For twelve hours?" His voice was a squeak.

She checked her watch. "Fourteen, to be exact." Then she unlocked the front door.

He followed her inside. "Listen," he said, frying to calm down. "If you…"

"You listen!" she said, suddenly growing angry. "I don't have to explain anything to you. You're not my father or my old man." She glared at him. "You didn't have time for me this morning. Well, I just went to town and found four people who did have time for me!"

"Listen, honey," he said, approaching her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bitch at ya. I was just worried that somethin' happened to ya." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lightly on the lips. At first she did not respond; she remained glaring at him. Then she decided to forgive him. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed passionately for long moments.

"Let's go to bed," she whispcred when they broke.

Still kissing her, Johnny picked her up easily and carried her into the bedroom. Amber was already wet and ready. She lay on her back and helped him remove her clothing.

He wasted no time undressing. Shortly afterwards, he was lying beside her, kissing her, massaging her right tit and then her left. Amber reached down and took hold of his cock, which was already thick and pulsating with blood. He shuddered and breathed deeply. She played with his balls for a while and then gently palmed the sensitive head of his prick, sending shivers up his spine.

Moments later, he was lying over her, his thick prong resting against her damp, chestnut forest. Amber reached down and pumped his cock until he had an incredible hard on. He groaned and lowered his cock until it was pressing against her wet cunt. The brunette, breathing deeply, trembled beneath him. Her hands groped for him, attempting to pull his cock inside her snatch. Johnny shoved the head of his prick into her honey hole and watched her as she went hysterical, kicking and thrashing beneath him.

Her flailing legs encircled him, her ankles locking at the base of his spine. She wrapped her arms around him and, with an incredible effort, pulled him down on her. The action had caused his cock to slide easily up her creamy slit. It was not long afterwards that she whimpered and splashed his cock with honey. Then, sucking in her breath and closing her eyes, she relaxed and anxiously waited for Johnny to begin his thrusts.

He moved his cock inside her easily and slowly, pushing it all the way in and letting it rest there for a few seconds before he pullet it all the way out. He felt her insides growing warmer and warmer, until she was oven-hot and gurgling with pussy juice. Her throbbing clit danced along the side of his dong as it moved in and out of her cunt.

Moments later, he exploded inside her, his cock flooding the walls of her pussy. The brunette popped two times in succession, but, to her disgust, he was pulling out of her just as she felt a giant explosion trashing throughout her body.

"Why the hell did you come so fast?" she asked, sitting in bed and glaring at him.