John Damon - Balling horny wife

She knew at that moment, she had to soon try fucking with more than one man. She yearned for the feel of a cock everywhere in her mouth, her ass, her cunt. No one prick would be enough to quench the fire that consumed her body now.

Tom's prick whipped in and out of her mouth. She sucked at it with a fury, her body unable to wait for a taste of his jism. Her belly cried for satisfaction. She lashed his cock stalk with her tongue, her lips fastened about his shaft, pulling his cum out of his cock head in tiny pearl-drops. She rolled his jism about her mouth before she swallowed it down to ease the fires that raged in her pussy.

She felt his cock expand and stiffen between her lips, swelling to fill her mouth. He groaned as his climax rose up in his balls and spread through his too hard prick shaft.

He pounded his cock in and out of her mouth, faster and faster, driving into the depths of her throat. She sucked furiously at his prick. She would have cried out in sheer joy if her mouth hadn't been so full of his cock.

Tom's hips drove his prick forward, cramming it into her gullet. And then he blew his wad down her throat, a river of cum flowing wet and warm down to her aching, starving belly.

Her mouth filled with scalding hot jism, sticky, foamy cream that, splashed about inside her mouth. She gulped rapidly, unable to bear the thought of losing so much as a single droplet of his creamy seed. She drank her fill of his spunk, sucking at his prick to drain him of every bit of cum his balls possessed.

She drank him dry. Then he flooded her mouth again and again with his cum and she swallowed, washing it around in her mouth, letting it pour in a flood down her eager throat.

The taste of his cum in her mouth let loose the dam of tensions in her curt again and she was overcome by the flames that ate her pussy, devoured her. Her cunt juices flowed as her ass pounded against the soft leather and she fired herself off, over and over, spasms raking her body.

Fits of shuddering raced through sex as his cock fed her the drops of pearls from his powerful cock shaft. Her cunt flamed as lightening bolts tore through it super-charging her entire pussy.

Her body came to a shattering climax as he fired the last of his spunk into her mouth. His cum slid, gracefully and slowly, down her throat and into her waiting belly.

Susan licked his prick clean again, scooping up the last remains of his jism with her tongue and gobbling them down hurriedly, afraid to miss even the smallest trace of his delicious cum. His cock was done for the time being. It hung drooping limply between his legs, no longer capable of bringing unknown delights and pleasures to the beautiful woman stretched out so contentedly on her husband's office couch.

Susan was slipping on her shoes when the idea occurred to her. "Why don't you come to this party tonight? I think you'll really enjoy it. Betty, too, if you think she's into this sort of thing."

"You really believe it will be worthwhile?"

"I'll be there," she answered, knowing she had given him another too-coy reply.

"That's enough to get me there."

She straightened up. "Betty?"

Tom chuckled. "Probably, if she knows you're going to be there and available."

The surprise registered in Susan's voice. "Me?" Tom stepped close to her, his hand fondling her tit through the thin material of her blouse. She could feel her nipple stiffen at his touch.

"Betty likes women almost as much as she likes men. And she's had the hots for your body almost as long as I have. She's full of wonderful tricks." Susan sensed her body reacting to his words. It heated her cunt to think of Betty going down on her, her pink tongue lapping at her pussy. This was going to better than she had hoped for. She felt the cunt juices draining from her slot and trickling onto her leg.

"Tell Betty I'm looking forward to seeing her tonight."

Tom kissed her on the mouth, their lips parting, searching with their tongues, the electricity building between them again.

"I'll tell her," he said.

"My place. About eight."

He pinched her playfully. "We'll be there."

The shower felt good as the warm spray washed away the tiredness she felt in her muscles. Susan couldn't ever remember fucking so much in one day and, she squeezed her cunt between her legs, there was still so much more to look forward to!

The water cleansed the sex away, too. She felt fresh and new, shining clean, ready for anything. Her mind kept going back to Betty, no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else.

She dried off on the big, soft, fluffy towel, rubbing her body briskly, tingling her naked flesh until it glowed. She felt wonderful.

Betty! There was that everpresent thought again, invading her subconscious, refusing to let her alone. A vision of the short, tiny blonde popped up before her. She was anxious to find out what Betty's body locked like without clothes. And she could hardly wait to have Betty taste her cunt and sink her own tongue into Betty's pussy.

She was hanging the wet towel on the rack when the jangle of the doorbell jerked her away from her dreams. She pulled on her robe and padded on bare feet to the door.

Jimmy Owens stood patiently waiting for her. She smiled down at his round, little boy's face. "Lo, Miz Landry."

"Hello, Jimmy."

"Got your groceries." He indicated the large brown bag with a nod of his head.

"Oh," she said, realizing how stupid it must have sounded. She had completely forgotten about the state order, but then, she thought, who can blame me? You don't think much about milk and bread when someone is stuffing your cunt and mouth full of hot cock and your stomach is filled with warm cum!

"Want me to put it in the kitchen for you?" His voice was weary with being patient with adults.

"Please do, Jimmy. Thank you."

He followed her into the kitchen and set the bag down on the table.

"How much do I owe you?"

He looked at the slip in his hand. "Eight-thirty six."

She found her purse and rummaged through it finally finding a ten-dollar bill. Impulsively, she handed it to him and said: "Here you go. Keep the change for yourself."

The big eyes widened and lit up. "Wow! Thanks. Miz. Landry."

She bent over to return the scattered contents of her purse back into her accustomed places. "That's all right, Jimmy. I appreciate the service."

Susan realized suddenly as she stuffed the variety of objects back into her purse that the pose resulted in her robe gaping open in front and that Jimmy was staring at her half-exposed tits.

Yesterday, she thought, I would have straightened up immediately and become beet-red with embarrassment. But that was yesterday and today was a whole new experience. Let him look she told herself, it will do him good to see a pair of real tits rather than pictures in some sleazy magazine.

She remained bent over much longer than necessary, insuring that Jimmy got an eyeful of tit. Susan straightened up and faced the youngster, smiling at his handsome, little-boy face. He really was such a nice boy.

"Well, I gotta go, Miz Landry."

"So soon? I thought you might like to stay for a while." She ran her tongue over her full lips, moistening them to a gleaming shine.

His eyes stared fixed, straight ahead, never leaving the bulges her tits punched out in the thin robe.

"What are you looking at. Jimmy?" she teased.

He shook his head. "Nothin', Miz Landry, I wasn't lookin' at nothin'."

She smiled at him. "Now, you've really hurt my feelings. I thought you were staring at my tits."

Slowly, she slid the robe down, from her shoulders, letting the large mounds of her tits slide into view, exposing herself for the boy's eager young eyes. Her dark nipples protruded from each creamy white tit mound.