Don Scott - The doctor_s horny wife

"Fuck my tits!" Christina said in a hoarse voice, seeing his red cockhead peek through her cleavage, pointing at her chin. "Fuck my tits hard!"

Curt braced himself by putting his hands on the ground above her head. Then he started ramrodding his pulsating cock into her milky, firm, tantalizing tits. His balls slid over her body beneath her tits as he fucked with wild intensity. Curt looked down at the gorgeous woman as she pushed her tits tighter around his driving cockmeat. He noticed that her lips weren't as red as they had been earlier, the lipstick now having been rubbed off on his cock. His cock. She had sucked his cock, and now she was begging him to fuck her massive tits. This sort of thing just didn't happen to Curt the Unlucky!

The shiver started somewhere in the vicinity of his toes and worked its way slowly up his legs, jumping an inch or two each time he thrust his throbbing prick between Christina's tits. By the time that shiver, reached his nuts, Curt couldn't think, breathe or even moan. All he was capable of doing at that time was pounding his cock between Christina's tits, and that's exactly, what he did.

When the shiver reached his nuts, they exploded with a force greater than Christina had previously imagined possible. She raised her head and parted her lips, waiting for the first spurts of cum to spew from his cockhead. She expected a strong blast, but not as strong as the one she got. His jism missed her open mouth and splattered against her cheek, hitting her a inch or so below the eye with enough momentum to smack against her cheek, sending droplets of rich cum flying in every direction. His main load of cum continued blasting forward and matted in her luxurious hair.

"Oh!" Christina gasped as his cum hit her. She opened her lips wider, waiting expectantly for the second blast of jism.

When his cockhead reappeared between Christina's tits, a second eruption of sticky fuck-cream arched through the air. The stringy liquid flipped up and struck Christina on the bridge of her nose, running over her open lips and trailing down to her tits.

Curt continued to thrust his spewing cock between her marshmallowy tits as his cum jetted from his red prickhead. When his nuts were finally spent, cum was sticking to Christina's neck and tits, including one long line from her nose to her neck and another running from her cheek into her hair.

Curt got to his feet and looked down at Christina, who seemed to take the greatest delight in scooping the cum off her face with a finger and then licking her finger clean. He couldn't imagine any woman loving the taste of jism that much.

"Thank you, dear boy," Christina said, then winked mischievously. "That was wonderful. I've wondered what that would be like – to get titty fucked – and now I know!"

She sensed that he was about to say something – ask for her phone number or something else equally silly.

"No, don't say anything. I'm married. See." She showed Curt her diamond ring. "Don't say anything. Just remember how great it was, and I'll do the same."

Curt left, walking back down the narrow pathway. When he was gone, it suddenly occurred to Christina that she had just been titty fucked, and the boy who did it had hardly said a word to her. Neither had volunteered giving a name. It seemed strange, particularly with the warm sun on her skin and the puddles of thick cum sticking to her chin and neck. Christina put her sunglasses back on, promising herself to lick the cum off her body shortly, and wound up falling fast asleep.

Christina was sleeping when she heard the cackling laughter of young men. They were yelling something, something she couldn't quite hear.

"Come on! Let's see it all!" a young man in his middle twenties shouted. He was in a speedboat with three of his friends. They had spotted Christina sleeping on the blanket with the top half of her bikini off, leaving her tits to get nice and tan.

Christina blinked her eyes, slowly becoming aware of what was happening. She sat up, exposing her tits to their lusty gazes. And there, perhaps sixty feet from the shore, she saw the boys leering at her.

The three men gasped in unison when they finally got a good look at those incredible tits of Christina's. The stewardess just looked at them, making no attempt to hide herself. They had expected her to scream and cover her big tits as soon as she discovered her lack of privacy. But what the men expected and what they got were two different things. Instead of expressing fear and embarrassment, the young brunette stared at then unflinchingly, obviously proud of her more than ample tits.

"Hey, want to ski?" the man behind the wheel of the speedboat asked, holding up a beer can.

"Why not?" Christina shouted back. "Come on closer to shore, and I'll get in."

"Can't do it! Too shallow. We'll get beached!"

"I'll swim out!" Christina grabbed the top of her bikini and started to put it on then noticed the caked and dried cum on her neck and between her tits. The sight of it made a warm flush go through her veins as she remembered watching her tits get fucked by the young boy's cock. The memory was pleasant. She was glad that the guys in the speedboat couldn't see the cum on her from that distance.

Christina slipped on her top, harnessing her thirty-eight-inch tits once more. The bikini pushed her tits up and together, making her cleavage even more pronounced than usual. She grabbed her blouse, pants, shoes and lotion and balled them all up in one fist, then walked into the water, holding one arm up to keep the clothes dry. A strong, skilled swimmer since childhood, Christina walked out until she was neck-deep in the water, then she vigorously washed the cum off her body and swam to the boat, keeping on her side with one arm angled upward.

"Throw the clothes," a man said, waiting at the edge of the boat. Christina tossed her stuff to him and he caught it deftly.

"Thanks, guy," Christina said, grabbing the edge of the boat.

All three men were more than eager to help the beauty aboard, and the boat tilted dangerously to one side. But, with men grabbing her under the arms, she slithered over the edge and sat on the bottom of the boat.

"I'll take a beer, if you've got an extra one." A beer appeared immediately. "Now let's get the hell out of here, eh?" The boat sped away immediately. "Where's my sunglasses?" One of the men got them for her in a flash.

Christina felt all-powerful. The three men were young lawyers working for a large firm in the city. Their names were Jon, Andy and Smitty. Christina looked at them and smiled. All in their middle to late twenties, they were moderately wealthy, in excellent shape, and willing to do anything she asked. Yes, the men wanted to get their cocks into Christina. What they didn't know, or at least weren't absolutely sure about, was that Christina had the same thought in mind.

Christina leaned their names, and she gave them hers. No last names. Just the first names. And that was fine with her. She looked at the men, smiling that smile that she knew drove men crazy.

At last she said, "Let's see, how shall I do this? Andy, you're the first. We'll be alphabetical about this."

"Huh?" Andy asked, figuring he knew what she meant but lacking the courage to scoop her up holding his arms and pound his hard prick into her cunt.

"You know what I mean, silly," Christina said, holding her arms out to him.

Andy slipped to his knees on the bottom of the boat, and Christina twisted, kicking her legs out so she had one on either side of him.

He took Christina's lace in his hands and kissed her sweet lips. Christina scratched his slightly hairy stomach with her fingernails, letting her hands slide down his body. Then she pulled him down on top of her so his muscular torso pressed against her firm tits.