Don Scott - Easy wild wife

And then her lips were surrounding the base of Sheriff Carlisle's prick and Barbara could feel all ten inches of his cock flexing inside her mouth and throat.

"Fuckin' A!" the deputy gasped as he watched Barbara pushing her face harder against Sheriff Carlisle's body.

Barbara twisted her face around the cock, rubbing her chin against the sheriff's hot, hairy balls. She worked her lips against the fiery shaft of his enormous cock, shivering with ecstasy on her knees in the alley, her wrists handcuffed together behind her back.

"I knew this little cock-sucker could do it," Sheriff Carlisle said, as though he had some insight into Barbara that nobody else had.

Barbara nodded her head over the cock, just taking the pricktip to the back of her mouth several times before deep-throating it once again. She swallowed the cock repeatedly after finally savoring victory by gulping all of the delicious, manly meat down her throat the first time.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned lustily, forgetting that she was supposed to at least give the appearance of being appalled by what the sheriff was making her do.

As she sucked on the cock, drawing her cheeks in around the cockhead, Barbara's 36C-cup tits jiggled from her chest, the areolas pink and delicious-looking, the nipples hard and nubby. Oily girl-cum oozed from her pussy, making her panties wet.

Barbara's jacket flopped against her sides as she worked her eager red lips back and forth over the sheriff's big, meaty cock. She was unmindful of the harshness of the tar alley beneath her knees, not caring about anything but the thrill of giving a blow-job to a huge cock while she had someone else watching everything she was doing.

The dim light that filtered into the alley from a great lamp was reflected by the two strands of diamonds that dangled from Barbara's right ear. The earrings flicked back and forth as she whipped her lips over the sheriff's jaw-stretching prick, mouthing it hungrily, waiting to receive her reward of hot, salty cum.

"All the way down, cock-sucker," Sheriff Carlisle whispered. His voice sounded choked and strained. "Eat my cock you cheap slut!"

With her lips around the rim of the cockhead, Barbara worked down the shaft. She tongued the pulsing underside of the cock, feeling a vein beating against her tongue as she whimpered softly with ecstasy. She took the pricktip into her throat and her neck bulged out. Inch by inch the hot-blooded girl swallowed all of the sheriff's cock, holding it in her mouth and throat until she finally needed to breathe again.

"Ohhhhh! Goddamn it! This slut really knows what she's doing," the sheriff said.

Barbara jerked her lips over the cockhead, working on the rim of the head while her tongue flashed across the pisshole. Thick droplets of pre-cum were oozing out of the pisshole, and Barbara was licking them off with the thirst and greed of a nymphomaniac.

She sucked the prick into her mouth until the cockhead pounded against the opening of her throat. The throbbing of the cockhead got stronger and stronger, and the sheriff started pushing his hips forward to meet Barbara's moves as she chewed her lips down the shaft of the prick.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, turning her face to one side, allowing the cockhead to push against the inside of her cheek which forced her face to swell out lewdly.

"I can't take it! Awwww! You cunt! You cock-sucker!"

Perhaps to someone else those words might have sounded like an insult, but not in Barbara's ears. She considered the sheriff's ecstasy a sign of her own ability to give blow-jobs. Even though she was sucking cock on less-than-optimal conditions, especially with the handcuffs on and the alley hard against her knees, she had sucked and tongued his prick until he couldn't take any more.

She chewed halfway down the shaft of the cock. When the big-titted teenager felt the cum racing through the shaft, she threw her head back so that she could taste the cum on her tongue. But her move, despite its speed, wasn't fast enough to keep the first mighty eruption of cum from splashing against Barbara's tonsils.

"Awwwwwww!" Sheriff Carlisle howled as his pungent load of cum exploded out of his overheated balls.

Barbara moaned loudly as she felt gooey cum trickling down her throat. She held the cockhead in her mouth, swirling her tongue in a circular motion around and around against the clefted underside of the knob. Cum splattered over her tongue and against the back and roof of her mouth.

"Uh! Ahhhhhh!" the sheriff groaned as his balls emptied themselves in the beautiful teenager's hotly sucking mouth.

Barbara swallowed every last drop of cum the sheriff had to give. She sucked and swallowed, her lips and tongue working expertly on the cockhead and shaft of his prick to knead and massage all of his rich, delicious cum from his huge balls.

When the sheriff stepped away, pulling his prick out of her mouth, Barbara dropped her head down, her chin nearly touching her chest. Her tits were heaving on her chest, the nipples hard pebbles of raw, tingling flesh. Her clit felt like it would burn a hole right through her panties because it was so hot.

"Okay, cunt, now it's my turn," Deputy Phelps said, grabbing Barbara by the elbow and forcing her up to her feet in the alley.

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Before Barbara even had time to speak, Deputy Phelps' arms were around her, crushing her magnificent body to his own. His prick was hot against her stomach, trapped between their writhing bodies as they kissed passionately.

Barbara opened her mouth a little and the deputy's tongue was instantly between her lips, slithering against her tongue. Barbara sucked on the deputy's tongue, feeling the tingling in her cunt that told her she had to get fucked.

Taking the bank president's cock into her pussy had been nice and satisfying, and served a purpose, but she didn't cum during the fuck. Even if she had cum, Barbara would still be horny for the deputy's prick. As it was she was feverish for it.

She felt his hands at her ass, molding her tight asscheeks through her miniskirt. When the zipper to her miniskirt was lowered as they kissed, a wave of happiness flowed over Barbara. She sucked on Deputy Phelps' tongue lustily, raising her knee just a little to rub it against his thigh.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun. Deputy Phelps grabbed Barbara by the arms and twisted her around so that she had her back to him.

"What do you want of me?" she asked, hoping, as always, to sound frightened instead of horny.

"Shut the fuck up, you little tramp," the deputy hissed.

Barbara's miniskirt was jerked down her legs and then her panties quickly followed. She stepped out of both garments, a cool breeze making her seething cuntlips tingle delightfully.

The deputy turned Barbara around again so she faced him. He took a step back, his eyes raking up and down her body. His own pants were down to the middle of his thighs and his prick was hard as a steel pole.

"Barbara, if I knew you were like this I'd have fucked you a lot sooner!" the deputy whispered, as much to himself as to Barbara.

She was indeed a cock-hardening sight. Her high, prominent cheekbones were flushed with lust. The leather jacket surrounded her tits, which jiggled tautly with the breathing of a woman feverish for a hard cock to fuck deep into her pussy. Her stomach was flat and the tight bush of dark cunt hair between her legs seemed to be begging for a cock.

Her thighs quivered a little. The black mesh stockings were tight at the tops of her legs, molding perfectly to her tapered thighs and calves. On her feet were the open-toed, high-heeled shoes that looked like they belonged to a teenager who lived to give blow-jobs.

"Son of a fucking bitch!" the deputy moaned, stroking his prick softly as he drank in the visual beauty of his teenaged captive. "You're one hell of a built girl."