Ray Mills: Spread wide babysitter

"I think you're just saying that," she said. But she wasn't hostile. She unzipped his fly and tried to get his cock out.

But Bryce suddenly realized that if she succeeded in getting his prick into her mouth, her suspicions would be confirmed. He pulled back.

"I have to go to the bathroom first."

Anne frowned. Then she winked. "Go ahead. But I'll bet you just want to wash away the evidence."

In the bathroom, Bryce quickly washed off his cock with warm water and soap. He felt a little guilty but tried to ignore his feelings. Still, each time Anne joked about him fucking Jondra, he could hardly keep the tell tale acknowledgement out of his expression. It had been such a quick, unexpected and thrilling fuck that he still could feel the after flow. He could still remember the way he had pushed her young springy tits into his face while she fucked her incredibly tight little cunt up and down on his prick. He could still hear her uncontrollable squeal as she came, grabbing him and shuddering wildly.

He stuffed his throbbing cock back in his pants and rejoined his wife in the living room, pouring himself a glass of brandy. Anne was already a little tipsy from having started ahead of him. She grinned and snuggled up to him as he sat down beside her.

"Can I now?" she said.

"You certainly can," he said, kissing her smooth neck.

This time she unbuckled his belt first then unzipped his fly. "Upsy daisy," she said. "Help me get these off." She pulled his shorts down till they fell at his ankles. "God, what a gorgeous cock you've got."

She kissed his throbbing prick from top to bottom, licking and sucking his cock skillfully. She cradled his balls in one hand, caressing them expertly while she sucked his cock. Bryce realized what experienced women had over young girls like Jondra. Practice makes perfect, he thought, lying back on the sofa and enjoying his wife's lips on his prick. Anne dripped warm saliva all over his throbbing cockshaft and seemed bent on leaving a row of hickeys up and down his prick.

Bryce panted and gasped as her lips leeched pleasure out of his aching cock. Her tongue was like a feather on his swollen cockhead. He groaned aloud as he sucked his prick inside her mouth.

"Feel good?" she asked, removing his cock from her mouth for a brief instant.

"Agggghh," he moaned. "God, yes!"

"Mmmnxmmmmm. Do you want to came in my mouth, or do you want to fuck me?"

"Decisions, decisions," Bryce said.

"I want to come too," she said.

While she sucked his prick he slipped her silk nightgown off her smooth shoulders, running his hands all over her naked back. The silk was so slippery that he had no trouble sliding the gown off her upper body, pushing it down around her waist. He slipped his hands underneath her and filled them with her dangling tits, squeezing the full globes sharply as her mouth on his cock aroused him further. The little fuck with Jondra, good as it had been, had now vanished completely from his mind. He wanted Anne with, urgent need.

"I want to fuck you," he half-growled.

"Good!" Anne murmured back, dripping gobbets of spit on his throbbing cock again, then diving on his prick with her mouth, sucking him more and more wildly.

Bryce could feel the juice rising in him again. Since he had fucked Jondra less than an hour ago he was in no hurry to come. He could afford to enjoy the blow job totally. He had never known a woman who could give head as well as Anne. She made love with her mouth td his throbbing cock as if his prick were a priceless treasure.

"God, you've got such great control tonight," she whispered to him as she swirled her wet silky tongue around the bulbous head of his prick. She smiled up at him mischievously. "If I didn't trust you, I might think you were lying and you really did stop off and fuck that cutie on the way to her house."

This time Bryce didn't answer. Instead he took her head in both hands and held her steady while gently fucking her mouth. She sucked him more and more vigorously. He knew that it always seemed to excite her when he was a flute rough with her. He wondered if she had been baiting him into this all along. He knew a little roughness was a good way to distract her.

He began fucking up into her mouth a little more fiercely, pushing his thick stiff cock down her throat. Softly gagging, Anne's eyes rolled up under her lids. "Unngghhh!" she grunted, her mouth gorged with his plunging prick. "God, I love it when you do that!" she gasped when he finally drew his cock out.

Roughly he drug her onto the floor. Her eyes swam with warm lust and excitement as she watched him peel away the silk gown from her bare legs and thighs.

"Right here?" she whispered. "On the floor?"

"Right here," he growled.

"What if the kids wake up?"

"Then they'll get a great show, won't they?"

Quickly she helped him out of his own clothes. "God, I just love something different for a change," she panted, biting his neck. "I think even if you did fuck little Jondra, I'd only be jealous because you didn't invite me along."

Bryce grinned with pleasant surprise as he heard this. Maybe someday the opportunity would present itself. Meanwhile he got his mouth all over Anne's large springy tits, sucking her soft coral nipples until she began to coo and moan with need. He slid down her soft undulating body, kissing her warm belly and sleek thighs. Childbirth had hot marred her body much. She kept in great shape through tennis and swimming. He nipped the flesh of her thighs playfully.

Anne's body jerked. "Ouch!" she giggled.

"Mmmmmm, I want to lick your beautiful pussy," he murmured.

"Oh… oh! Ahhnnnn!" she gasped as his tongue slid into her warm, wet cunt furrow. "Oh, yessssss!"

Bryce slid his hands under her ass and squeezed her asscheeks sharply while he tongue-fucked her. Anne's delicious body shuddered and twisted wildly on the floor. She brought her hands to her tits, rolling them and pinching her nipples. Her hips gyrated in spasmodic circles, pitching her streaming pussy slit up into his bushy mouth.

"God, it feels good!" she panted. "God it's so good!"

Now his tongue went after the taut little berry of her clit, stroking it rapidly. Over the years he had eaten his wife's cunt many times, and he knew what it took to bring her off. He kept squeezing the smooth moons of her ass fiercely, now taking her clit between his lips and sucking her clit gently. He didn't need to be rough. Anne was nearly coming unglued with pleasure.

"Unngghhh! Oh! Oh, God… yessss! Oh! Annggghh! God, honey, I'm going to come!"

She writhed around on the floor with uncontrollable need. Her beautiful face was contorted with urgent passion. Her breath came in hot, heavy gasps.

"God, yes! God, yes!" she panted.

Now Bryce sucked her little clit harder and harder. Her clenching thighs scissored, shut on his head as she pumped and wiggled her ass.

"God… the kids! They'll hear us," she mumbled.

He saw her reach for the nearest piece of clothing, which happened to be his shirt. Quickly she stuffed part of it into her mouth. Her face was torn only seconds later by the unimaginable bliss of a sharp climax. Waves of pleasure suddenly rolled through her spasming body.

"Mmmmmmeeeeeee!" she squealed through the cloth of his shirt in her mouth. "Mmmmmmmm… unngghh… mmmmmmmmeeeeeeee!"

She trashed around under him, coming and coming. Bryce had to use all his strength to hold her hips steady with both hands so that he could get his throbbing prick in to her. But when the head of his cock touched her slippery cuntlips, he rammed his prick home hard.

"Ughmph!" Anne grunted, her eyes rolling back in their sockets.

But she locked her legs around his hips and again began pumping wildly. He fell forward onto her body, feeling her warm full tits mash against his chest. He scooped up her shoulders, pressing the whole length of her writhing body to him and began to fuck her with animal need. He pinned her wriggling ass to the floor with his sharp hammering thrusts. The violence of the fucking he gave her was so supreme that Anne couldn't breathe with his shirt stuffed in her mouth. She had to spit it out.