Robert Vickers - Three way wife

She took all she could stand and continued pressing harder and harder. Her cunt sang a song of joy at the friction between the thick head of his prick and the ripply muscled walls. Tiny fires burned and blazed brightly and she felt herself responding again.

This come was even more intense than before. She felt the heat lightning shooting up her spine and searing her brain with desire. She twisted and turned around the axle of cock in her wet pussy until she couldn't take any more. And then she came again.

Alan wasn't made from steel. He could take only so much of this joyous fucking. He felt his balls harden and the thick stew of his jism begin to boil more and more. The tide of his come rose along his prick inch by inch until it burned only a fraction of an inch away from the tip. With a wild explosion of desire, he blasted out into her awaiting pussy.

He felt her cunt walls clamp down firmly all around his buried cock. She squeezed and milked his prick for every single drop of jism. He'd never felt a tighter, hotter, more demanding pussy in his life. And he loved it. He lifted his hips up off the bed and tried to stuff his cock even deeper into her convulsing pussy.

He succeeded. An extra inch into that squirming, seething swamp of her gooey cunt was all it took to completely drain his balls. He started to melt inside her body.

In a few more minutes, he was completely flaccid, his cock useless for fucking now.

Katherine settled down, her tits still heaving up and down. She opened those shockingly blue eyes and stared down at him. All she said was, "I liked it."

But they both knew what her true feelings were. Words simply couldn't express how good that fucking had been.

His hands reached up and cupped her trembling breasts. He squeezed just a little bit and she closed her eyes again and let out a long, loud sigh. She heaved up and down in his hands. He felt the gooseflesh begin to pop up on the otherwise smooth titflesh. He caressed the snowy white slopes and finally trapped the rock-hard pebbles of her nipples again.

He rolled the tiny orbs around in small circles. Then he moved them in slightly larger ones, threatening to rip them off her tits. She sighed again and he knew she wanted more of this manhandling. He started rolling them in wide circles all over her tits. When he pressed down hard, the buttons of her nipples almost vanished in the marshmallowy soft flesh beneath.

The man could feel her excited heart beating merrily. The nipple on the left pulsed hard with every single throb of her heart just inches away. He pressed downward. Her boobs began to mash out flat. She pressed her body forward, demanding more.

He gave it to her. His strong fingers gripped her entire tit and began rotating it in a clockwise direction. With his other hand he rotated her other boob in the opposite direction. Her jugs were dancing around in the most enticing manner possible now.

"Ummmm, Alan, that's so nice. But I want to feel your mouth on my poor little titties."

"I wouldn't call them little. Not by a long shot!"

She bent forward and he was treated to a sight that almost made his prick spring erect again. He could peer down into the deep canyon between her boobs and see all the way to her flame red bush, now dotted with few drops of fuck juice. Her belly was slightly domed and still heaving from the intensity of their lovemaking.

"Your mouth," she repeated. "Suck on my tits!"

He did as she wanted because it was, what he wanted, too. His lips were just a fraction of an inch from her left nipple, but he used his tongue. He lightly fucked the tip of his pink, probing tongue against that aroused nubbin of flesh. She almost came.

He licked all around the button cresting her wondrously white tit until it started to grow again. During the fucking it had been an angry red finger pointing accusingly at him. After she had come, some of the blood had left it. Now her nipple was erecting again and pressing hard into his tongue.

Soft lips closed on her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, past his teeth and into the dank cavern beyond. His tongue stirred and wiggled hard against the nipple, teasing it, tormenting it, making it come fully alive.

She shoved her boob, hard into his mouth. He obliged her by opening his jaws a bit wider. More and more of that succulent tit went into his mouth. He sucked it hard and she was trembling in reaction. He felt a power coming over him that he had seldom felt before. He was the sole benefactor of this needy girl. He gave her all the pleasure she could take – and then some.

His teeth left fiery red tracks down the sides of her tit. His tongue wasn't able to wash away the hurt he left, and it didn't seem to matter to the teenager. She reveled in the burning sensations of his teeth cutting into her soft, silky flesh.

"God, Alan, this is more than I can stand. Ifs tooooooo gooooood!"

She shivered as if she had a fever. In a way, she did but it was a fever of desire, a fever of sheer, wanton need. His teeth brutalizing her tit made her heart throb wildly. Blood rushed to the injured portions of her tit and filled it with more and more excited blood. As his tongue washed over the satiny soft slopes of her boob, she simply knew her tit was going to explode from having too much blood in it.

"Ummm, that's nice, Alan, but let me do something for you now."

"Like what?"

"Let me suck on your cock a while."

The man's entire body tensed at the idea. His prick was limp and sleeping between his legs. There was no way she could get him hard again, not this soon after such a momentous release of his jism. But the idea of her mouth moving all over his cock still pleased him.

"Go on, then. Do it. But don't expect miracles."

She grinned wickedly and said, "I don't expect miracles, I work them!" And she slithered down his naked body like a sinuous snake. He marveled at the way she moved. It seemed as if she didn't have a bone in her entire body.

Her hands stroked on his flanks and slipped under his body to cup his buttocks. She squeezed encouragingly and then applied her mouth to his dead prick. The man's first reaction was that he must have died totally. All he felt was the hot breath gusting around his balls. But then she really got down to eating cock and he thought he would go through the ceiling.

He might have lost his erection but his prick remained as sensitive as before. The feel of her lips moving along the sides of his cock turned him on in a big way. She licked with her rough pink tongue from the tip of his prick along the shriveled length until she came to the loose sac containing his balls. Here, she sucked hard and got them into her mouth.

Chewing gently, she teased and tormented his balls until he was writhing on the bed. He could hardly stand the oral attentions she gave him. His hips lifted up off the bed and he felt her subtle finger seeking out his asshole. As her finger slipped in, he had the sensation that he was coming again.

But that was absurd. His prick wasn't even hard. He was limp and allowing her to simply work her magic on him. But that finger up his ass began to do things inside that he wouldn't have dreamed possible. She massaged his prostate while she sucked hard on the very tip of his prick. It seemed like magic when his cock began to inflate and swell. In less than a minute of the hidden massaging far up his asshole and sucking on his glans, he had a fully usable boner back.

"I don't fucking believe this!" he cried. "I'm hard again!"

"You're one in a million, Alan," she said. This made him feel good. A girl as young as Katherine couldn't possibly know any trick to make him hard again. He really was the stud she thought he was. He could fuck her again.

He sat up in bed and said, "How do you want it this time? Up the ass again? You seemed to enjoy the hell out of that this morning."