Bob Wallace - Hot willing housewife

Jessica's eyes rolled. His cock was gouging into her cunt hole. The angle was torturously wonderful. A drunken smile formed on her mouth. "Hi!"

The woman's face turned beet-red. She saw Jessica, then Clayton. She turned, ran from the garage.

Jessica laughed, swiveling her hips. "Sorry about that. Guess you'll just have to be satisfied with me."

"You're enough for any man," he groaned, massaging her hips. "More than enough."

"I wish my husband felt that way." She wallowed in his buried cock, arms stretched out. Nails clawed his chest. "Pinch my nipples."

Clayton obliged. Thick fingers spanned her swollen globes. Hard pressure, his fingers sinking deep. He saw the agony on her face mix with the lust. It blew his mind.

"Oh, Clayton." She raked his chest, dragged her nails up his arms to his gouging fingers. She helped him destroy her own tits, urging him on with her scratching nails.

Clayton moaned and jabbed up, drilling his prick into her pussy. His nuts were soaked in warm, buttery juice as it seeped from, her squishy cunt with each stab. A throbbing vein in his temple matched the throbbing beat in his swelling cock.

Jessica brought her hands down, clawed her pussy, felt his cock. "Oh, Jesus!"

She raked her cunt. Spasms ripped through her pussy. Lights went flashing off behind her eyes. The exquisite pain her nails gave was fabulous! Wild-eyed, she began to buck and jerk on his cock.

His hands pulled, her body followed. His hands found her ass as her plump tits smashed into his face. He kneaded her jiggling ass as roughly as he had kneaded her tits.

Jessica was delirious. His long, thick stemmed prick was keeping her in a state of intoxicating bliss. She leaned back precariously, depending on him to keep her from toppling off.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her blue eyes found his. "Clayton. Fuck me!" She fell forward, whimpering like a baby.

Clayton held her, never missing a jab as he carried them both closer to exploding. His cock ached, tight in her cunt hole, twisting inside her.

Blue eyes blazed with the fire that raged out of control in her pussy. A current of passion raced down her spine, then up again, bursting at the base of her skull. "Ah! I'm almost there!"

"Me too," he roared. His cock was caught in the center of her stormy cunt. He stroked her flesh, holding her as she thrashed and bucked mindlessly on his cock. Tits bounced in his face. He couldn't hold out much longer.

A creamy ooze seeped from her pussy, a prelude to the gushing flood that would soon follow. She jerked uncontrollably, hands clutching the back of the seat. Her vision was blurred. She couldn't see beyond the window.

"Cum!" he roared, his voice reverberating in the car. "Cum!" He couldn't control his rumbling balls any longer. "Cum!"

In her foggy lust-crazed mind, she heard his bellowing voice. Coupled with his stabbing prick, Jessica went into her orgasm. It hit her like a bolt of lightning. It blasted through her pussy and spread to every sizzling nerve. "I'm… cuming! Jesus! I'm cuming!"

Clayton needed no announcement. Her screaming, high-pitched voice and violent gyrations told the story. "Yeahhhh!" he shouted. "Cum! Ride me, baby! Ride!"

A flowing river of hot soupy pussy cum pulsed from her cunt with each contraction of her pussy muscles. It drenched his prick, gushed out over his balls. Her head snapped back, twisted on her shoulders. "Oh… oh… oh!"

Clayton, rammed upward, drilling his prick into her pussy. The gushing cream turned from hot to scalding liquid fire. It triggered the explosion in his nuts. "I'm cuming!" he shouted, drowning out her screaming squeals of joy. "I'm cuming!"

A fountain of thick white cum spurted from the tip of his bloated cockhead, spraying her insides. It mixed with the churning vat of juices in her overstuffed cunt. Whacking slaps punished their bodies. Squeaking seat, shrill cries, deep grunts all filled the car.

Their sweating bodies collided again and again. His chest heaved with each thrust. Her tits bounced with each plunge.

Jessica was drowning in her own lust. She thrashed and twisted on his cock with reckless fury. Wrenching orgasms burst one after the other inside her cunt. His cum was setting her insides on fire!

"More! Yeah! Harder!" Feverish excitement ran rampant through her body as she battled Clayton in the back seat of her car. She slammed herself into him, mashing his face into her tit.

Clayton growled, forced her back, gasped, held her, watched her tits flop.

Her cunt was a cauldron of hot juices that fed the fire in his nuts. He creamed her again, hot thick squirts refilling her pulsing pussy.

She rolled to one side, then the other, unable to control her body. Head spinning, she screamed, almost fainting as she fell forward again. Twitching, she became a rag doll as her orgasm sapped her body of all her strength.

Clayton held her, panting as his balls emptied their final stringy glob of cum. "Christ, baby," he breathed, smothering himself in the soft cushiony mounds of her tits. "You could make a fortune selling it."

She moaned, eased her aching body off his cock. She plopped back on the seat. "I'm a housewife, not a hooker." She grabbed his limp prick. "Thanks for the compliment, though."

Clayton pulled up his pants, grunted as he climbed out of the car. "I gotta get outside, baby." He winked. "Your car's fine."

Jessica sat naked in the back of her car, watched Clayton close the hood of the car. She waved.

A few minutes later, she climbed out, dressed, then climbed in behind the wheel. For a second, she felt like a whore, and she didn't like it. She wasn't a tramp, and, she knew it. She switched on the engine, slipped it into reverse, then backed out slowly.

At the bar Roger sat fuming, staring blankly into his Scotch. What he had witnessed through the dirty glass window burned into his mind. It wouldn't let him go so he had decided to drown it with booze. After draining his fifth drink, he motioned to the bartender for another. The booze was numbing some of the hurt.

The bartender poured more Scotch over a fresh glass of ice for Roger. "Maybe you should go home, buddy," the bartender suggested, setting the drink down.

Bleary-eyed, his senses dulled, Roger's eyes lifted from his drink to the smiling bartender. "What for, Sam?" Roger mumbled loudly. "My wife's out getting fucked. My marriage is shot."

As Sam wiped a spill off the highly polished bar, he groaned, "Maybe you're wrong. It could be your imagination."

Roger laughed, gulped down more Scotch. "It's not my imagination, Sam. I saw it with my own eyes." Roger swallowed as if he hated the taste of Scotch. "The Goddamn bitch is fucking some. Goddamn grease monkey in his garage just dawn the street."

Sam shook his head. "You got troubles."

"I deserve it anyway," Roger half-mumbled into his drink. "I've been cheating on her for three months."

"You get what you deserve, friend. It's karma," Sam said philosophically. He left to wait on another customer.

Roger gulped at the half-empty glass. He slammed it down on the counter, spilling it. He stumbled off the barstool and staggered a crooked line out of the bar.

"That guy's got real troubles, Hank." Sam refilled Hank's empty beer glass.

A vicious smile curled Hank's hard mouth. "I heard. His wife sounds like a wild whore." His eyes gleamed as he wondered what that guy's wife looked like. He swallowed some beer, deciding to find out.

"Hey, where are you going?" Sam called to Hank. "You haven't finished your beer."

"Got some business to tend to," Hank sneered. His husky frame took him out the door. Excitement bubbled in his veins as he headed for the garage down the street.

Hank stopped about twenty feet from the garage. A car was backing out. It stopped at the pumps, and a gorgeous blonde climbed out. Hank let out a whistle. "What a fucking piece!" His cock throbbed. Cautiously he went toward the blonde's car as she walked into the gas station's office.