Don Scott - Easy wild wife

"Ohhhhh! Awwwwww!" Karen moaned, feeling the throbbing of her lover's cock against the inside of her tits.

Warren squeezed Karen's tits tighter around his prick. He jerked his hips back and forth, rubbing his balls harder against her luscious body than he had done before. When he pushed his prick a little further than normal, the head of his cock nudged against Karen's chin. She, however, seemed oblivious to this, lost in the world of lust that finger-fucking herself had carried her to.

"Ohhhhh!" Warren sighed.

He had fucked a few women's tits before, but never before had Warren Collins found a woman with tits the size and shape of Karen's. They were absolutely perfect for this.

He watched her nipples pulsing, the areolas a dark chocolate-brown in color. His fingers burrowed deeper into Karen's tits, pressing so hard that his knuckles were turning white. He felt certain that he must be hurting her, but nothing she did indicated that she was even aware of the pain that her abused tits must surely be feeling.

Karen rolled her head from side to side on the bed. Her hair, once delicately pinned up, was now loose and disheveled, falling over her cheeks, sometimes clinging to her moist, parted lips. Her hand was a blur between her legs as she finger-fucked herself furiously, driving two hard fingers into her cunt until her palm literally smashed against her clit.

She jammed her fingers between her pink cuntlips, spreading them wide. Then, rubbing her clit with the heel of her hand, Karen felt her pussyjuice spewing out of her cunt.

"Fuck my titsssssss!" she screamed.

Her feet twitched and bounced on the bed. Karen worked the fingers back and forth between her cuntlips, never allowing her palm to break contact with her clit.

The ecstasy of cumming that Warren could see on Karen's face was more than he could take. He shoved his prick through the succulent valley of her tits and squirted out a thick, gooey stream of cum.

The super-heated cum splashed against the underside of Karen's chin. She felt the hot cum hitting her flesh and a fresh burst of girl-cum streamed out of her pussy. The cum trickled down, pooling in the hollow of her neck.

Warren pulled back so that his pricktip was trapped between Karen's tits and another blast of cum shot through the long tube of his prick. This time the cum blasted between Karen's tits, clinging to her hot, tumid tit flesh.

More sticky, thick cum shot from Warren's balls, squirting onto Karen's neck and tits. At last the gushing torrent of cum slowed and Warren released Karen's tits. He leaned back, his cock still hard.

"L-Let me… taste your… cum," Karen whispered, feeling completely exhausted.

Warren pushed his cum-smeared cockhead between her lips and Karen moaned her satisfaction, curling her tongue around the delicious-tasting pricktip.

They fell asleep shortly thereafter, a happy, contented smile on Karen's face.

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"Stop it now," Karen chided, slipping her arms into her blouse. "I've got to button my blouse."

"Why?" Warren asked, sucking her nipple into his mouth again.

Karen sighed, shivering a little as she felt his tongue working over her tingling nipple. Damn, he turned her on so much!

She was already completely dressed. Everything was in place except the fronts of her blouse. It looked like they might be a little difficult to button up.

"Come on now, Warren. I've got to get my husband out of jail. I shouldn't have stayed here the whole night as it is. Someone might have seen my car outside."

Warren put his face between her tits, then pressed her tits together against his cheeks. She giggled and he smiled, enjoying the fragrance of her flesh and the perfume she'd just applied between her tits after her shower.

Karen grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head away from her tits. She quickly buttoned up her blouse.

"Good-bye, darling," she purred, kissing his mouth lightly. "I'll be seeing you again – soon."

Before he had a chance to protest further, Karen was out the door of his home. As she walked to her car, she could feel her nipples rubbing against the inside of her blouse as her tits bounced freely, unconfined.

Karen thought about her daughter. Barbara was a lot more worldly wise than Karen had ever given her credit for.

Another thought came to mind, making Karen smile to herself. Only a couple hours earlier she had felt terribly uncomfortably about being dressed as she was in the see-through blouse, with no bra or panties. But now all she felt was sexy and daring, and she liked the feelings.

She started the engine, hoping Barbara had had some luck in getting the bank president, Mr. Jones, to come up with a cashier's check for Joe's bail money.

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Barbara blinked her eyes. It took a moment before she realized that she was in jail!

She kicked her feet over the edge of the cot and sat upright. She looked at her naked pussy, then remembered that her leather miniskirt had been left in the alley where Deputy Phelps butt-fucked her. Her mesh stockings were at the end of the cot, her shoes on the floor. At least her leather coat was buttoned up to hide her tits.

"Good morning," Joe said, turning over. He was on the cot opposite Barbara's. "How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good, under the circumstances."

Barbara folded her hands between her legs, feeling the need to hide her pussy even though she knew her father had probably spent half the night staring at it.

"Ol' Zachery was sure pissed off when they threw him out at the same time they brought you in here."

Joe made no attempt to hide the fact that he was staring at his daughter's beautiful legs.

"I think he would have done something the moment I fell asleep if the deputy and sheriff would have let him stay."

Barbara took her hands away from her pussy, figuring she had nothing to hide from her father anyway.

"With any luck at all Karen will come with all we need to get out of here."

Barbara took her stockings and rolled them up her legs slowly, teasingly, feeling her father's hungry, lusty gaze on her. It excited her to know that he wanted to fuck her.

She took her time smoothing the stocking top around her thigh. When she put her shoes on and buckled them, Barbara made sure that she always stayed in a position so that Joe could see her pussy.

When Barbara looked up, she saw the lump of hard cock that was trapped inside her father's pants. She wondered for a moment why she hadn't fucked him the night before, cursing herself for missing the opportunity to take his cock into her cunt.

Something in Barbara's subconscious said it would be a real turn-on to give a deep-throat blow-job to her own father. She wondered what his cum would taste like gushing over her tongue, filling her mouth as she gulped it down thirstily.

She was just about to get off the cot when the outer door of the jail opened and Sheriff Carlisle, Deputy Phelps and Karen stepped in.

"Come on, Joe, let's get you home," Karen said.

Then she saw Barbara and stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes went down to Barbara's naked cunt bush and her pink pussylips.

"Barbara! What happened!"

"Just about everything. But I enjoyed it all!"

It was all set for his release. Mayor Warren Collins had vouched for Joe so that he could be released from jail Sunday morning and Mr. Jones, the bank president, had come by at four a.m. with a cashier's check for the bail money.

"How the hell you ladies managed it I'll never know," Sheriff Carlisle said, hooking his thumbs into his gun belt. "But you did, so we've got to let you go… after."

Karen knew what that tone of voice meant. She turned to the sheriff.

"After what?" she asked.

"After you and Barbara there prove what model citizens you are. You know, ain't nothin' here says anything about having Barbara released. It only says we got to let go of Joe. That's it."