Don Scott: The doctor_s horny wife

Christina rolled her tongue around the cockhead, scratching lightly over Bob's balls with her long, red fingernails. She heard him gasp, his breath coming in ragged gulps as the pressure of her hot mouth began having maximum effect.

Soon Bob's prick was long and hard, entirely different than what she thought it would be. He had an average-sized cock, but his cockshaft was very thick with a cockhead the size of a small egg.

"I love it!" Christina murmured, remembering the words that that cocksucker Betty had used with Will. "I love sucking your beautiful cock!"

Christina wrapped her buttery lips around Bob's throbbing cockhead, her tongue dancing over his pricktip, and started whacking on his quivering prickmeat. She could feel the blood pounding against her palm, feel his prickhead expand and contract between her lips. She cupped his nuts in her other hand and squeezed them, sort of testing his furry sac to see what kind of a load of cum she would get.

"Mmmmmmmm! Nmmmmmmmm!" she slurped on the cockhead, rotating her face around the crown of Bob's cock. Her teeth gnawed on the tender cockflesh, sending bolts of passion through Bob's body, jarring his senses. Soon his whole body was rigid – arms, legs, stomach muscles – everything was flexed and straining from Christina's cocksucking.

"Fucking damn!" Bob hissed, watching his cock sink deeply into the mouth of that crazy brunette stewardess with the big tits. "Fucking damn!"

Christina heard the words and once again started pistoning her face back and forth over the rigid length of his prickmeat. The fat cockhead pressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. She took the prick into her mouth until the cockhead was wedged tightly against her throat. Only an inch or two of cock remained out of her mouth, and Christina was determined to get all of his prickmeat. She'd learn to deep-throat and then drive him mad with lust when she took his massive prick down her throat.

Christina pushed forward and nearly gagged. His cockhead was just too big! Her throat just couldn't expand enough, couldn't relax enough, for her to get more prickmeat. She let one hand slip down between her legs. Pushing her skirt up, Christina rubbed her middle finger against her clit. Her pink panties, she found, were already wet with her cunt juices. Damn, she was ready for fucking!

"Take my cock down, you bitch! Take all of my cock!"

The words sounded foreign to her. Will would never talk so dirty to her. But then again, she would never suck Will's cock at night in Boston Commons either. Maybe that was why he was fucking around, Christina thought.

As she sucked now less feverishly than before, she tried to recall a time in their marriage when they hadn't fucked in bed. She couldn't. The only time Will had made a pass at her when they were in the dining room, Christina had denied him – even said, in so many words, that she thought he was something of a pervert for wanting to fuck on the floor. But now she was on her knees, playing with her hot clit while whipping her mouth back and forth over a stranger's cock.

When Christina felt two strong hands, swirling her silky hair around, she snapped back to the reality of the present and forgot about Will. She'd worry about him later. Right now, she had a cock throbbing massively in her mouth and some old guy churning his hips slowly back and forth. Christina kept her head still, and Bob quickly figured out what he was supposed to do – fuck her face just like it was a pussy.

"All the way down your throat, damn it," he hissed, grabbing two handfuls of Christina's dark hair and jerking it toward his waist as he pushed his cock at her.

"Uggghhhhh!" Christina groaned as she felt the bullet-like crown of Bob's prick slam against the back of her throat. But he kept pushing his prick at her and jerked harder on her hair. The next thing Christina knew, her lips were wrapped tightly around the root of Bob's cock, and prickhead that she was sure would never fit in her throat was cutting off her breath. Christina felt every agonizing inch of Bob's prick pulse in her mouth. She felt the cockhead, round and smooth, stretch out her throat. Her head stung from his grip on her hair, but that was the least of her worries. The middle-aged man who was afraid that he couldn't get a hard-on was now viciously stabbing at her throat with his cock!

When Bob pulled back, releasing his cockhead from her throat, Christina got a quick lungful of air, drawing the air in through her nose. And one breath of air was all Christina got, because a moment later, Bob jerked her head against his cock as he plowed down her throat. Christina squeezed her lips tightly around his driving cockshaft, wanting to give his prick more stimulation than it could handle. She wanted a mouthful of juicy cum! She consciously relaxed the muscles in her throat, and the next thing she knew, she was taking Bob's prick down her throat without any problem at all.

"OOOOOQ! Fucking cocksucker!" Bob gasped, tossing his head back. His fat cockhead buried itself into Christina's throat.

Christina was rubbing her clit like crazy, pressing the flat of her hand between her legs. Her other hand was busy squeezing her more than ample tits, first one – then the other – working the nipples into tingling buds of hardness. Her lips pulled out and her cheeks sunk in as Bob pulled his cock from her mouth, then her lips puckered and her cheeks puffed out visibly from the massive girth of the cockflesh he pushed into her.

"I can't take it! I'm gonna… I'm commiiinng!" Bob screamed his voice sounding strong and clear in the warm evening air.

Though he couldn't see them, the dozen or so people in the Commons all turned toward him. They could vaguely make out the form of someone on her knees in front of someone, else who was standing up. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.

His prick drove powerfully past Christina's tightly clutching lips, his cockhead smashing against the back of her mouth before driving down her throat. Christina's nose was buried in the curly hair above Bob's cock and she whimpered with delight, her body sizzling as her clit got hotter and hotter. Bob's fat balls, full of cum, slapped against her chin, and if she could have, Christina would have smiled. The next time she got Will's prick in her mouth, she'd have a little surprise for him.

"Abhhhhhhhh!" Bob screamed again as pressure built on pressure. Then the dam broke, the floodgates opened, and salty jism exploded from Bob's balls. Still holding Christina by the hair, he pounded into her, and the throat-stretching thickness of his cockhead made her squirm. With his prick fully, completely buried in her warm mouth and throat, his first blast of cum burst from his cocktip.

Christina sensed his eruption of cum rather than tasted his jism. And then Bob reared back so that Christina's hungry lips could swallow his throbbing cock knob and his second jet of salty-tasting, creamy cum. The blast splashed over Christina's tongue, and she moaned, almost crying in ecstasy. She swallowed his cum greedily, hardly having time to get his jism into her belly before Bob thrust his prick into her tight throat again.

"Suck it! Suck my cock! Suck my prick!" Bob chanted, watching his glistening prick disappear between Christina's lips. He was amazed that she could take his cockmeat all the way down her throat – amazed that such a beautiful woman would crave his prick so much. All in all, he concluded, Christina was a pretty amazing woman.

Christina felt him release her hair, and she began sucking his cock on her own, taking his cockpole deep into her mouth. The blasts of hot cum slowed, then stopped altogether. But not before Bob's nuts had given her a mouthful of fuck-cream. Christina felt his cock twitch and begin to shrink between her lips, and she groaned sadly.