David Brown: Always horny wife

Amber could no longer wait. She groped for his trousers, removing the belt and then pulling down his zipper. Johnny stirred and shifted on the couch. Leaning back, he watched the brunette as she went down on his throbbing tool. It didn't take Amber very long to get the cock thick and hard. It was only moments before she felt it throbbing with blood. Grinning in delight, the brunette swallowed the joint in one gulp and pushed her face down, until her lips were rubbing against his pubic hair. He squirmed and felt the tip of his dong pressing against the back of her throat. Amber sucked in her breath. The prick grew even larger in her mouth. She grabbed his nuts and massaged them while she pulled him deeper inside her mouth. Johnny shuddered and felt his heart thumping in his chest.

Her head began moving in a fast, up-and-down motion on his dick. Her lips rubbed against him as he went in and out. Johnny felt the brunette's tongue slapping him on the very tip as his big tool entered her juicy mouth.

Bending over her, Johnny untied the strap that held the bikini top over her titties. Amber's jugs when freed of the cloth, sprang outwards. The brunette reached down, pulled down her hot pants, and wriggled out of them. She kicked off her shoes and resumed working on Johnny's hot prong.

Moments later, he pulled her off his pork, picked her up, and laid her facedown on the couch, with her legs dangling over the arm of the couch. She twisted around to see what he was up to. Placing his forearm beneath her waist, Johnny lifted her up and made her rest her shins on the arm of the couch. Then he released his grip on her, reached between her legs, and began to finger her moist slit, clit, and asshole.

Amber pounded her ass into his face. She grasped hold of the other couch arm and held on for better support. The position caused her back to arch. Her titties were pressed against the cushions of the couch. She buried her face into the cushions, wriggled sensuously.

Then he stood up and took off his clothing. He eyed the beautiful, naked girl and felt his cock stirring and trembling. Amber's ass was sticking in the air. Her cunt and asshole were exposed, ready for the taking.

Johnny bent over, jammed two fingers into the brunette's pink asshole, grasped the throbbing clit, and pressed his lips firmly against her wet honey tube. Amber groaned deeply and felt the storms beginning to take hold of her. Her squeals were muffled against the cushions. She pressed herself more tightly against him and slapped her steamy twat into his face.

Then she felt his prick separating the lips of her crack. It split her apart, climbed inside, slid all the way up her tube. She squealed, hammered herself against him, and sprinkled milk. The lips of her pussy clamped over his tool. While he waited for her to relax, he rubbed the globes of her ass and fingered her inflamed clit.

Moments later, he was jabbing her with his cock. He pushed it in slowly, let it linger inside a while, and pulled it back out. His cock was laced with slit honey. Johnny heard her groaning and sputtering on the couch. She squirmed on the couch, her arms and legs thrashing. He continued fucking her pussy. Without warning, he pulled out of her, spread the globes of her ass apart, and stuffed his big reamer into her tender, unsuspecting ass.

Amber popped her rocks four times in quick succession. Wailing, she tensed her body. Johnny reached down beneath her and jammed his thumb into her throbbing slit hole. Screaming, the brunette shot off her guns again and again, until the arm of the couch was drenched with juice.

His prick assaulted her asshole with short, unhurried jabs. His palms rested on the cheeks of her ass. He felt her tensing and then relaxing. Then he heard her groaning again, and her skin grew red and warm. Amber popped once more and then relaxed on the couch.

Then he pulled out of her and waited for her to recover. Amber lay moaning and writhing on the couch. She tried to twist around and see what he was doing next, but it was too late. Johnny had already pulled apart the lips of her pussy, pushed himself forward, and rammed his cock up her greasy gash.

Amber wriggled beneath him, her legs trembling violently. Her heart was racing. Suddenly it hammered in her chest, making her explode until she finally passed out.

Johnny pulled out of her, picked her up, and laid her on her back. Then he went into the kitchen and fixed drinks for both of them. By the time be came back into the living room, Amber was stirring and frying to sit up.

"What the hell d'ya have in that thing of yours?" she asked. "A stick of dynamite?"

He laughed. For the next five minutes, they sat, drinking and smoking in silence.

Amber, finishing her drink, got up and went to the bathroom. She was in there barely two minutes before Johnny walked in, picked her up from the john, and draped her, face-down, over the edge of the tub.

"Can't ya wait five minutes?" she asked, giggling.

"Shut up," he said, laughing and positioning her legs so that they were spread.

His cock was already rock-hard. He pulled her pussy apart and shoved it brutally inside her. So brutally, in fact, that Amber cried out. Trembling, she submitted to his hard thrusts.

His prick hammered into her roughly. He felt her quim walls pulling apart with his thrusts. Her hot juices sprayed his cock. She sucked him inside, rubbed her ass sensuously against him, and rotated her hips. Amber hammered again and again. Suddenly Johnny's cock, sprayed her insides. Giggling, she sucked every drop up her juicy pink crack and felt his erupting balls rattling against her aroused clit.

Johnny gasped and collapsed on lop of her. He lay heaving and breathing heavily on her back. Moments later, he got up, pulled her up to a standing position, and set her down on the john.

"Hope everything comes out all right," he said, smiling at her and going back into the living room.

Amber laughed and listened as he poured fresh drinks.

A few minutes later, she joined him on the couch.

"I'm gonna have to be gettin' back home soon," she said, sipping her drink. "Hal likes his breakfast to be ready the moment he gets up."

"Oh, fuck him," growled Johnny, frowning. "Let him fix his own breakfast."

Amber laughed. "He'd starve to death!"

Someone knocked on the door.

"Who's that?" asked Amber.

Johnny shrugged and got up. "Prob'ly just Lisa and Marge."

"Who are they?"

"My neighbors. Divorcees. We see each other a lot." He opened the door. Two beautiful women in their early thirties came in, laughing and each giving Johnny's spent prick a playful rub. Then they noticed Amber, who was still sitting naked on the couch.

"Who do we have here?" asked the big blonde, who was an inch taller than Johnny.

"This is Amber," said Johnny.

The other woman was just as pretty as the blonde. She was short, slender, and delicately featured. Her long, black hair glistened brightly. "She's lovely," she said, smiling and eyeing the shapely brunette. "She looks like a model. Are you married, honey?"

"Wasting away," explained Johnny.

The two girls nodded. Then they began removing their clothing. The blonde had the biggest boobies that Amber had ever seen. They were round and firm, but so heavy that they sagged a bit. The woman's arms and legs were long and shapely. Amber eyed the golden-brown patch between her legs.

The other woman, Marge, had a perfect figure. Her tits were small and round, with dark-brown halos the size of silver dollars in their centers. The black, triangular patch of pubic hair, Amber noticed, was neatly trimmed and shaped.

Marge walked right over to Amber, knelt on the floor between the brunette's parted thighs, and brought Amber's legs up and back. She began to lick the brunette's cunt and clit slowly and gently, savoring the sweetness of the brunette's honey hole.