Robert Vickers - Three way wife

Her entire body trembled and then went stiff. Muscles locked rigid and she shook as if she had a high fever. Orgasm always affected her like this. She could feel the blood rushing to her shoulders and tits, filling her boobs and making her nipples feel as if they might pop. She closed her eyes and reveled in the delightful sensation assaulting her body it died down. She opened her eyes and when she studied the scene in the kitchen the way her sister was sucking cock set her off on still another come… enough to get her really hot for more. The sight of Alan's prick fountaining out set her off and smashed her flat with a huge come.

Wendy never saw her sister sink from view in the kitchen window. She had allowed Alan's prick to slip from her mouth for an instant and he had come. The liquid bullet of jism arched out and spattered uselessly into the floor. She hastily clamped her mouth onto his spurting prick and sucked for all she was worth. The next gob of come splattered against her tongue. She tasted the salty, tangy flavor of manseed for only the second time.

Wendy couldn't imagine why she didn't like it before. This was the distilled essence of man. And not just any man. This was the man she loved with all her heart and soul. Her leaking pussy told her this; her sucking mouth confirmed that.

She sucked harder and soon drained his prick of every last drop of his white hot come.

It was over too soon and she told him.

"So let's go to the bedroom and see what we can raise up from the dead," he told her, looking down at his limp cock.

She smiled and they kissed, his tongue working eagerly into her mouth to savor his own come…

While the two were locked in their passionate embrace, a disconsolate Katherine spied on them, damning her lousy luck. She had gotten off a couple times – and felt hornier than before.

Katherine watched as her sister licked her lips clean of the white, gooey jism. Wendy and Alan walked arm-in-arm out of the kitchen, no doubt heading for their bedroom to continue their amorous activities. The idea that they were going to continue fucking all through the night made Katherine hornier than before. She hardly knew what to do about it.

She lifted her jeans again and fastened them around her trim waist. She was still breathing heavily and the feel of the rough material on her exposed snatch almost made her come again. She didn't know what to do. Going into the kitchen and smelling the odors left by the sucking pair gave her the clue.

Without hesitation, she went to the telephone and rapidly dialed. It seemed an eternity for the numbers to dial. Her hands shook a little as she held the receiver. On the other end, she could hear the phone ringing. Finally a sleepy voice came, "Huh? Who is it?"

"Larry? Is that you?" she asked eagerly.

"Huh? Yeah, it's me. You wanta wake my folks up?"

He still wasn't awake and that was fine with Katherine. She could get her boyfriend to agree to anything in this state. He could think about it later, but then he would be committed and would have to carry through. A thrill surged all the way up into her pussy.

"Come over, Larry. I think I can show you something which you won't be sorry to find."

"Huh?"

She smiled into the telephone. He wasn't too coherent yet but he would be over. And when he got here – she rubbed around her pussy and then slowly across the denim covered snatch. Another thrill of need flashed through her tender, young body.

She hung up the phone and sat on one of the straight backed wooden chairs. The feel of the wood pressing into her asscheeks made her uncomfortable. The girl finally got up and went outside. A cool breeze was blowing. This gave her an idea. She dropped her jeans again and let the cool air caress her naked, flowing snatch.

Sighing, Katherine closed her eyes and imagined that it wasn't air passing so close to her cunt but a hot, hard cock. It was teasing her, prodding her into moving. She moved. She jumped and raced and ran all around the small backyard. Anyone seeing this wild performance would have gotten a real eyeful. A half naked teenager cavorting around, her white legs flashing beautifully in the dimly moonlit yard was enough to give any man a hard-on.

And that's what happened when Larry came blundering into the yard.

Katherine was taken by surprise. She hadn't even seen his car coming into the drive way, she was so engrossed in the feelings rampaging throughout her body. Her cunt lips were rigid flaps of desire now. She could feel the pulse of life deep inside, begging for a cock to touch each and every nerve along the walls of her cunt.

"Katherine, Christ!" he exclaimed. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Don't talk dirty," she said, smiling wickedly. The words sent tremors of delight blasting into her loins. She loved it when he said all those "forbidden" words. They did something to her; she didn't know what but they made her hotter than a blow torch.

"Jesus, you're half naked."

"Yeah, isn't it a shame? Why don't you get me totally naked?" She stood with her legs spread wide so that he could see the tiny patch of flame red pussy fur. The wind curled it around and occasionally a tiny droplet of her love oil would drip and run down the inside of her creamy white thigh. She held her arms out to him in wanton invitation.

He moved like a zombie. Each foot went in front of the other as he covered the space between them in a daze. "I don't know what's going on. You got me out of bed and I find you half naked…"

"Make me completely naked," she told him again. She shoved out her chest so that her tits pressed impudently into the soft fabric of her tee-shirt. There wasn't any doubt at all she wasn't wearing a bra. Katherine hated undergarments. They always got in the way. She didn't wear panties and she never wore a bra. Having her fine tits imprisoned in cloth like that crimped her style. She liked the feeling of swinging freely.

"Shit," was all Larry could say.

His eyes drank in every single bit of her beauty. He was like a kid in a candy store with a twenty dollar bill. He hardly knew where to start first. The hair he loved so much was pulled back from her face by an increasingly high wind. She looked like some sort of Goddess standing there. But from her perfect oval face and those brilliant blue eyes, he worked down quickly along her body.

Those tits! He loved them. The deep valley between them seemed to beckon. In spite of the cooling wind, she was sweating and the tee shirt had clung tenaciously to her boobs. He felt his prick hardening at the sight of the aroused nipples lightly pulsing every time her heart beat. The meaty mounds of succulent titflesh underneath were as tasty. He could pop them into his mouth and suck and gnaw and nibble until he came. They were that good.

But her waist was so trim. It offset her flaring ass perfectly. He could see the shadowy depression of her navel and wanted to dip his tongue into it until he found a more delightful orifice. Her cunt. She moved slowly, sensuously, to display all her charms.

The tapering, slender legs really turned him on. The well fleshed thighs were a delight to crawl between. To feel them on either side of his body as he drove his prick all the way into her slippery cunt was the nearest thing he had found to heaven. He would have given anything for that now, but he sensed that Katherine was in a teasing mood.

The way his prick hurt him, pressing into the heavy denim of his own jeans, he doubted if he would be able to take too much of her love-play. He wanted to fuck her – right now!

"Katherine," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Tell me all about this. You don't usually run around mother naked in the back yard after dark do you?" His mind was racing. If she did, he'd just found a place to go besides the hamburger joint down the street. He could watch her run and leap naked all night long.