Don Scott - Easy wild wife

With an animalistic growl of pleasure, Deputy Phelps' balls released their load of cum far up Barbara's asshole. He threw himself at her, skewering her ass with his prick. Barbara was knocked hard against the car. She trembled from head to foot, feeling her asshole being flooded with hot cum as the last of her own girl-cum trickled out of her cunt.

"Awwwwww!" Deputy Phelps growled, slamming himself against the teenager's warm, smooth asscheeks, sinking his cock deep into her receptive, succulent young body.

After a while Barbara felt her asshole tingle as the prick was pulled out of it. She remained bent over the trunk of the squad car as the men collected themselves.

"Get in the back seat," Sheriff Carlisle said quietly, his tone indicating he wouldn't allow Barbara to fight him in any way.

"But my skirt, my panties," the girl whispered.

"Forget about 'em, you cunt!"

The sheriff grabbed Barbara by the arms and tossed her into the back seat of the squad car.

"You won't need 'em in jail!"

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Karen felt certain she'd made a mistake by listening to her daughter. The clothes that Barbara had taken from her closet were fine, but Karen thought the least she should have done was taken out a pair of panties and a bra.

She had on a delicate white lace blouse that had an old-fashioned flair to it. It pinched in at the waist and also from her elbows down to her wrists. Karen's massive 40D-cup tits pressed against the blouse and her brown areolas and nipples, erect with fear, could be seen.

The skirt was also white, coming down to her ankles. But Barbara hadn't taken out panties, and Karen felt certain that Mayor Warren Collins could see the thick, jet-black, triangular-shaped bush of cunt hair at the apex of her powerful thighs.

Beneath the skirt Karen had on an off-red garter belt and black silk stockings. The dark silk could be seen through her skirt and Karen wished that Barbara would have at least selected stockings that didn't contrast so strongly with her skirt.

Karen had pinned her dark hair up loosely, allowing several tendrils of satiny hair to fall down from her temples. She had on small gold hoop earrings that shone brightly.

"I've called the sheriff," Mayor Warren Collins said as he handed Karen a snifter of brandy. "Don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of this."

Karen felt her heart rate quicken as Warren sat next to her on the couch. He was an extremely handsome man and his reputation as a playboy and ladies' man was well deserved. Karen had heard that his cock was positively enormous. She wondered if those were just rumors.

"Thank you," Karen replied quietly. "I've been a little shook up about this thing. I mean, Joe getting arrested and having another woman with him."

Warren slipped closer to the brunette, his hip almost touching hers as they sat on the couch in his living room.

"I can imagine that it's been hell for you," Warren replied, his sincerity showing in his tone.

He glanced down at Karen's tits and felt a stirring in his balls. Karen's big, luscious tits were pressing against the lace blouse and he could just barely see the darkness of her chocolate-brown areolas. Her nipples, however, were making blunt dents in the material. If only the damn blouse didn't button all the way up to her neck he would have had a magnificent view of her cleavage.

"Warren, I don't know how I can ever repay you."

Karen looked at him, crossing her legs at the knee. She felt the heat in her pussy and wished that she had panties on.

"You've been wonderful through this."

Warren's face started toward Karen's. She closed her eyes and a moment later felt his lips touching hers softly, tenderly. A soft moan came from her chest as his tongue played over her lips.

"Karen, I've wanted to be with you for years," the handsome mayor whispered.

He kissed her again, putting his brandy snifter on the floor without taking his lips from hers. The blood raced through Karen's veins. Her nipples got even harder and more erect as the mayor's lips nuzzled her neck and earlobe. The big-titted woman's hands were trembling, and she almost dropped her glass.

"Maybe I should leave," she said.

"No, you've got to stay."

Warren put an arm around her shoulders. With the fingertips of his right hand he turned her face toward himself.

"You've got to stay."

Karen felt her willpower melting. The heat in her pussy was so intense it frightened her. Before, with Deputy Phelps she had been forced into doing things to his cock and she had enjoyed it. But now she was being seduced by a man who had not forced himself upon her.

"Do you want me?" she asked, her eyes closed.

"Yessss! Oh, Karen, I want you so much!"

When his lips came to hers again, Karen kissed him with greater passion, responding openly now to his lust and her own. She put her right hand on his thigh, her left hand still holding onto the brandy snifter.

His tongue pushed between her lips. Karen slithered her tongue against Warren's delighting in the taste of his mouth. Her clit blazed furiously, making warm, slick pussyjuice seep to her cuntlips, preparing her for Warren Collins' thirteen-inch-long prick.

When he put his hand on her tit, Karen's body jerked. It was like she had been shocked by electricity. His fingers pressed tenderly into her firm flesh. He found her nipple and caressed it through her blouse, making the nipple stand out even more prominently.

Karen felt the long line of buttons down the front of her blouse coming undone. Warren's fingers moved slowly, deftly, unfastening them one at a time. When her blouse was opened to just below her big tits, she felt him stop.

At first Karen was frightened, thinking that perhaps Warren was going to follow her pleas for him to stop. But then she felt his fingers slipping inside her blouse and she shivered, kissing him on the mouth as he sought her hard, tingling, bud-like nipple.

Karen sighed, pushing her tongue into his hot mouth as Warren's hand slipped inside her blouse. She felt his fingers against her electrified flesh searching for her nipple. When at last she felt him pinch her cherry nipple, Karen literally jerked from head to foot from the contact.

"Warren… Warren… Warren…"

The word seemed to say everything that Karen felt. He massaged her big tit, working the nipple over lovingly between his fingers and thumb, sending her senses soaring as her cunt got hotter and hotter. Between her cuntlips, Karen's clit felt like it was burning up with anticipation.

She squeezed Warren's thigh softly, raking her long, painted fingernails over his flesh through his pants. He removed his hand from inside her blouse and made a quick job of unfastening the rest of Karen's buttons. He pushed her blouse open and Karen's tits swelled out, the areolas dark with lust, the nipples aching for attention.

"Oh, God!" Karen gasped, unable to believe the wild fuck-lust that was going through her.

Boldly, surprising herself, Karen reached between Warren's legs. She found his prick and, like the rumors had said, it was huge. She squeezed the cockhead in her palms, feeling it throbbing, feeling the heat of this stud's prick even through his pants.

When Warren dipped his face down, kissing Karen's neck as he worked his way toward her tits, she laid her head against the back of the couch. Her fingers toyed along the length of his prick, but Karen made no move to pull his zipper down or get his cock out.

There was a moment of doubt on Karen's part as she felt Warren's hot, moist lips traveling over her tits. He seemed to tease her, licking and kissing her tit without actually licking or sucking on her nipple. Her heart was throbbing in her chest like a jack-hammer and Karen squirmed on the couch, waiting for the bliss of his hungry mouth devouring her ultra-sensitive nipple.