Curt Aldrich - Wild neighborly wife

Marge worked the dildo up Carol's pussy. "Now you've got two of 'em in you, Carol."

"Wonderful!" Carol moaned. "Marvelous!" She fucked her asshole on the youth's rigid prick as Marge plunged the dildo in her cunt.

Marge plopped her ass in Bobby's face. She rubbed her asshole and crotch in his mouth, enticing him to eat her.

Bobby thrust upward, grinding his cock in Carol's ass guts. He was drunk on the scent and taste of woman. He was drowning in the flesh and juices of woman. He wanted to bury his head in Marge's steaming cunt. He wanted to fuck his entire body up Carol's asshole. His toes curled hard. He drove upward, ramming his cock at her ass.

"Ohhh yeahhhh!" he moaned, shaking from head to toes.

"Get off him!" Marge said, but it was too late. The moment his cock slipped from Carol's asshole, his jism exploded from him like fireworks.

"Ohhhhhhh! Awwwwwww!"

He thrust wildly, spurting cum two feet straight up as the women pumped his cock. Jism splashed in their faces, on their tits. Jism drenched their jerking fists. Bobby growled like an animal, sinking his teeth into Marge's cunt.

The dildo was still in Carol's cunt, the free end of it braced against the bed. As cum splashed her in the face, she brought herself off. At the same moment, Marge exploded in Bobby's mouth. The two women moaned with mutual pleasure.

Pussy juice drenched Bobby's face. Cum drenched the two women. They smeared his cum all over his belly, all over his cock and balls. They smeared his cum on each other's tits, fed each other his cum from their fingertips. As their spasms passed away, they kissed each other, licking cum off each other's lips.

"Did you ever see so much cum shoot out of one cock?" Marge said. "I've got the spunkiest guy in town, Carol."

Carol smiled. She lay down beside Bobby, relaxing. As Marge licked Bobby's cock and balls clean, Carol and Bobby kissed. His mouth tasted of pussy.

Spunkiest guy in town? Carol thought. That was certainly debatable. Maybe she should introduce Marge to Fritz or Richard, or to any of the other men Carol had fucked with these last few days. Marge might change her mind.

One thing was certain, though. Carol knew she was married to the least-spunky man in town. She thought of Hyatt, right now dreaming away as visions of currency and Kruggerands danced behind his closed eyes. Hyatt was a lost cause. It was time to give up on him. Hyatt could live his life, she would lead hers, and if ever he discovered what she was up to and didn't like it, then fuck him! She'd gladly accept her walking papers. There were men all over this town who'd appreciate her, men all over this town who deserved her more than Hyatt did.

She nuzzled Bobby's ear. "Wanna fuck some more, spunky?"