Sally Simpson - And mom makes three

"Man, he really knows how to do her!" Sally groaned. She pressed the fleshy pad of her thumb against her clit, and nearly collapsed at the terrific pleasure this brought her.

Another orgasm was building within her, and Sally flailed at her pussy, finger-fucking herself with abandon as she squeezed and beat on her clit.

"All right – all right – yeah!" she cried, staggering back from the wall and nearly tripping over her pants, which had slid down around her ankles.

Impatiently, she kicked off her shoes and slipped her pants and panties off. Then, she completely stripped out of her blouse and bra. She looked down at herself – her pale-white skin with its sprinkling of freckles; her large D-cup tits, still firm after ten years of marriage and two children. She giggled when she saw how matted with pussy cream her red pussy muff was.

When she stationed herself at the two-way mirror again, she was jolted by the sight that met her eyes. The handsome blond man was no longer kneeling between his wife's legs, reaming her pussy out with his tongue. Now he was lying flat on his back on the bed, and his wife was sitting on top of him, shifting her weight from one ass cheek to the other.

Sally sucked in her breath with excitement. Clearly the man had his thick prick wedged all the way in his wife's hot pussy, and she could imagine what the woman was feeling – hot thick prick meat rubbing sexily against the sensitive inner flesh of her pussy.

"Oooh, baby, fuck him good!" Sally rasped, shivering with lust.

As if the woman had heard Sally, she leaned forward, puffing her weight on the palms of her hands and slowly raising her cunt and ass off of her husband's groin.

Sally panted with passion as inch after inch of the man's gooey purple cock came into view. She pressed her pussy mound up hard against the cold plaster of the wall, and shivered with the shock of it against her cunt lips.

"God, what an incredible prick!"

The woman held herself in that position for several moments. The muscles of her ass checks contracted rhythmically, and she frowned with exertion.

You sexy bitch, you, Sally thought as he pressed her hot nipples against the wall. She knew what the woman was doing; she knew she was contracting the muscles of her cunt entrance around her husband's thick prick.

The man was sweating hard. His face fl and a large vein pulsed in his temple.

He reached up, gabbed his petite wife around the waist, and pushed her down, down, on his prick until she was once again sitting on top of him, her ass crushing his ball sac.

"Oh, honey – fuck him! Fuck him good!" Sally whined. She pressed her body so hard against the wall that her tits flattened into wide circles, and her pussy lips spread apart.

She moved up and down and from side to side, and the uneven texture of the plaster scratched against her delicate white flesh. It hurt so good – it made her nerves tingle and her heart beat fast, and Sally knew she was on her way to yet another come.

"God – it's good – so good!" she cried, her gaze fixed on the handsome couple fucking in the next room.

The man had taken control of the fucking. With his hands planted firmly around his wife's waist, he pulled her up his prick and then slammed her down hard against his groin. Over and over, he repeated this maneuver, his face wrenched into a grimace of violent lust.

The woman had her head back. Her eyes were wild, and she was screaming something in her passion. Her long dark hair flew about her head, and her enormous tits shook and bounced every time her husband shoved her down hard-on his cock.

Now and then, the man would crane his neck and, baring his teeth, bite into his wife's hard pointy nipples. Though Sally couldn't hear a sound from the next room, she could tell that the woman cried out every time her husband did this to her the muscles in her ass and thighs would tighten up and her fingers would curl and uncurl, grabbing onto thin air.

"You love it – don't you?" Sally rasped. How good it would feel to have a handsome man fucking deep into her own cunt and nipping at her tits!

Sally pulled back from the wall now and dug her fingernails deep into her tit-flesh, leaving little half-moon-shaped red marks all around the big white tit globes. Then she scratched at her nipples, which were hard like the brunette's, only much longer and thicker.

"Aw, God!" Sally gasped as pangs of excitement raced down from her nipples to her cunt and the pit of her stomach.

"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" she cried to the man, although she knew he could not hear her.

He was bucking up hard at his wife, fucking his prick in to the hilt. And when he lifted her off him, Sally could see how big and swollen his balls had become. They stretched his ball sac to bursting, now and then moving against each other in their tight confinement.

"Aw, God – he's gonna come! He's gonna come hard!" Sally groaned, licking her lips. She imagined all the hot thick cum stored in those mammoth balls of his, imagined what it would feel like to have all that sweet jizz spewed into her own needy cunt.

At the moment, her cunt was filled with her own hot fuck juice. Slick, fragrant pussy cream bubbled out from her writhing fuck hole and dribbled along her inner thighs.

She was pressed up against the wall again, only now she was keeping her cunt labes spread far apart with the second and third fingers of her right hand. This way, her clit was out in the open, beaten and scratched by the rough contours of the plaster.

As she gazed at the passionate couple in the next room, she could see that the woman was on the verge of coming. All the telltale signs were there. Her face was red and bloated with pent-up need; her whole body shook uncontrollably as her nerves strained toward release.

And then it happened. Her husband slammed her down hard-on his prick, and she was frozen for a fraction of a second before wrenching her whole body to the right, her ass shaking so hard, she nearly forced her husband's prick from her cunt.

"God Almighty!" Sally groaned, nearly swooning with excitement.

Now, with one final shudder, the woman collapsed on top of her husband, her tits flattening against his chest.

But the husband wasn't through yet. He still writhed and bucked beneath her, his orgasm building.

"Fuck the shit out of her!" Sally gasped, her excitement mounting.

Grabbing a hank of his wife's hair, he pulled back on it, forcing her to straighten up so that she was once again sitting astride him. With his hand still firmly around her waist, he heaved pulling her up along his cock shaft.

She was as limp as a rag doll, but he paid this no mind. Now as he pushed down on hers, he bucked up at the same time, so his prick rammed into her pussy with incredible force. The woman's head fell forward. She was still recovering from her powerful orgasm and did not seem to be aware of how brutally she was being fucked.

"Yeah, do it to her! Fuck her good!" Sally cried. Frantic with her own need, she was bruising her clit against the wall and puffing and twisting on her left nipple.

The familiar itching sensation was growing in her cunt and ass. Her tits felt as if they had swollen several sizes, and she knew that she was going to come. She only hoped that she came at the same time that the handsome man came. Somehow, their coming together would be more of a turn-on than ever.

It would be soon. Sally saw that the man was fucking his wife very fast now. Each savage thrust of his cock into her battered pussy jarred her whole body. Her tits shook violently, the honey-colored flesh jiggling like jelly. And her head moved up and down as though she were nodding to him, encouraging him to fuck her even harder.

And then it happened. As he pulled up to the tip of his prick one more time, his body suddenly shuddered, and with a loud bellow that penetrated the walls of the room, he shoved his fucker fiercely into his wife's cunt.