Don Scott - The doctor_s horny wife

A chill went through her veins – a very erotic chill. Fucking in public was something that she had never considered until recently, and now she felt extra sexy when she fucked or sucked. She felt like a movie star – a porno movie star!

"I can't wait any longer," Jon hissed, feeling his nuts pull up tight to his body in their sac. "Her mouth is just too hot. I'm…" his voice still sounded calm, almost conversational. "I'm going to come. I'm coming!"

Christina tossed her head faster over the throbbing cock in her mouth. She took his cockmeat down her throat, whacking on his prick shank as she sucked on his cockhead. Christina wanted his cum. Hot jism was her reward for working so hard, and damn it, she was going to get some tasty cum!

"You drink all his jizz! I don't want his cum on me!" Andy said quickly, looking up at Christina.

The first several spurts of cock juice went straight down Christina's throat, and she stopped bouncing on Andy's cock to pay more attention to Jon. But once the first jets of fuck-cream had deluged her mouth, she continued to raise and lower her cunt on Andy's prickshaft, feeling her clit tingle as the salty taste of jism excited her senses.

Cum was almost intoxicating to her. One taste of creamy jizz, and she wanted more and more and more. She squeezed Jon's nuts lightly, forcing his hairy sac to erupt with all of its heavy load of jizz while her tongue worked in feverish circles wound his spurting cockhead.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Christina moaned, gulping down the pungent fuck cream and sucking harder, trying to draw every last drop of jizz out of his thick tube, of cockflesh.

"That's it," Jon said weakly, stepping away from Christina, taking his prick from between her lips. "You've got it all, lady. My cock's tender now."

Christina's clit was sizzling hot, ready to bust! She didn't have time to bother with Jon or argue with him – there was another lusty cock waiting for her mouth. She twisted slightly, rotating on Andy's invading cock, and grabbed Smitty's prick by the shank. Her full, hungry lips captured the head of his cock and her tongue whipped in circles, sliding over the ridge that separated his cockhead from the shaft.

"That's it, Christina," Smitty said, pushing her long, wet hair away from her face to watch his prick sinking into her mouth.

Andy grabbed Christina's huge, jiggling tits. Her nipples were hard as little pebbles in his palms as he caressed the huge orbs of unusually firm titflesh. Releasing one tit, he reached for her cuntbush just above where his prick was invading her body, and he rubbed her tiny clit with his thumb. Her cunt juices, flowing heavily, instantly coated his thumb, and he knew that it wouldn't be long before her cum spilt over his loins.

Jon, his cock now hanging limply between his legs, surveyed the lake. Several boats were keeping their distance, but the people in those boats were definitely watching what was going on in his boat. Jon pulled his trunks back on and prepared to make a hasty retreat should any of the unwanted Peeping Toms decide to make a fuss about Christina's lusty cocksucking. Andy, on his back in the bottom of the boat, wasn't seen by the people.

"Nngggg!" Christina whimpered lustily, salivating heavily around Smitty's fat pole of cockmeat in her mouth. She wanted his cum spurting against her tongue. That thought, and that thought alone, spurred her on as she massaged the cock with her lips, keeping her teeth away from his sensitive cockmeat.

"Suck my cock, Christina! Eat my meat!" Smitty timed his thrusts, working his prick down her throat each time she lowered her thighs to take Andy's cock deep in her pussy.

The stewardess was turned almost sideways on Andy's prick, facing Smitty. She had his fat nuts in her palm and was stroking his cockshaft as her lips worked feverishly over his cockhead, taking his prick quickly in and out of her mouth. She pulled her face away from his prick meat and whacked on it with her fist, running her fingers from the head of his prick all the way down his cock shank to the root of Smitty's meat. Stroking him, she knew, would bring his nuts to a fever pitch faster than just sucking, and she wanted his cum soon. Very soon. Her own climax was just seconds away, and she wanted – needed – to gobble down his fuck-cream while her own lusty jism spurted from her cunt.

"Hurry up!" Jon said, starting the boat's big Mercury engine. "It looks like the natives are getting restless."

Andy didn't need the encouragement. He was on the brink of ecstasy as it was. He jerked his hips up toward Christina's undulating loins, sinking his throbbing cock between her pussylips, slamming his big prick home deep in her cunt.

"Bitch! Bitch!" he hissed, grabbing Christina's jiggling tits, squeezing them so hard she squirmed in pain. He watched his powerful fingers digging deep into her massive tits, saw Christina's pained expression as his friend's prick pushed out her throat.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Smitty gasped, feeling the scalding jism blow out of his balls, streak through the tube of his cock, then jet from his pulsating cock knob.

His cum splattered against Christina's probing tongue. She swirled the cum around in her mouth, getting the full taste of sweet creamy jizz before gulping it down. Smitty hooked his hands behind her head and jerked her face toward his spitting cock. His long, meaty prick smashed against the back of her mouth, then his cockhead jammed in her throat, jetting out the last weak blasts of jism directly into her stomach.

As Smitty's cum was filling Christina's mouth, her jism exploded from her body. The rich pussy oil squeezed out between her pussylips. She whined and then tongued the quivering cock in her mouth, oblivious to everything else in the work. The salty, tantalizing, tangy taste of jism on her tongue had heightened the beautiful orgasm that wracked her body, making her twitch convulsively.

She kept bobbing on Andy's cock and, even while her cunt juice was running down from her cunt and the last trickles of Smitty's cum were oozing from his prick, Andy's cock juices started flooding her cunt. Andy thrashed beneath Christina as he arched his back, his entire weight on his shoulders and heels. He reared up, like a bucking horse, driving his cock as far into Christina's pussy as possible.

And when it was all over, when Christina had two hefty loads of turn warming her stomach and a third in her cunt, she fell to the side, her sunglasses askew, and gulped in the fresh air. Her body tingled in the pleasant afterglow of orgasm.

"Thanks, boys," Christina said weakly, pushing her glasses up her nose. "That was a wonderful fuck. It really was."

"What the hell happened to you?" Will asked when Christina returned home. "Your hair looks like shit."

Christina dropped her wet bikini on the floor and pointed to it without saying anything. Right away, she didn't like his attitude. She curled her fingers under her blouse and pulled it over her head, dropping it near her bikini.

"When did you quit wearing a brassiere?"

"I didn't think you would notice. You haven't paid much attention to me lately."

She stood there near the front door of their luxury apartment naked from the waist up, her big tits rising and falling with her breathing. She was angry at his attitude, and her stance – shoulders squared, legs spread wide – reflected her feelings.

"I've been working hard, honey," Will said. His voice had a slightly condescending tone to it. "You know that. We've talked it all through before."

Christina thought of telling Will that she had seen him fucking his patient and the nurse named Betty. She turned the notion over in her mind, then decided against it. The information, after all, was her trump card. She didn't want to use it until she had to.