Don Scott - Easy wild wife

But Karen also didn't want to get caught with her pants down – literally – if Deputy Phelps came in. She had managed to keep his prick out of her mouth and cunt, but if he caught her with her cunt exposed, she was certain that he would just throw her down on the concrete floor and rape her.

"Lick it, baby! Chew on my cock!"

Karen nodded her lovely face over her husband's prick faster and faster. The pre-cum was oozing from his pisshole steadily now, making the big-titted woman thirsty for his full load of cum. She wanted to feel his thick, juicy wads of cum splattering against the roof of her mouth and against her tonsils, feel his cockhead pulsating with lust as his balls emptied themselves down her throat.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Karen purred, hollowing her cheeks in to squeeze the sides of Joe's cockhead as she tongued the underside of the cock crown.

Taking her right hand from the iron bar, Karen gripped her husband's cock tightly. She squeezed the shaft, watching the cockhead expanding in size, the end of her husband's prick just a couple inches from her face.

"Hurry, Joe," Karen whispered, staring at her husband's pulsing pricktip. "We haven't got much time."

She stroked the cock from the cockhead down to the shaft, working her fist over the entire length of Joe's prick hard and fast. The throbbing, pulsing prick sent heat through Karen's palm. Pussyjuice had made her cunt extremely wet. Looking down, she saw that there was indeed a wet spot in her slacks from her own excitement.

"Suck it!" Joe hissed.

Karen pushed her lips over the meaty cockhead. The moment her glistening lips slipped over the rim of Joe's pricktip, she felt the cockhead throb against her tongue.

A thick, pungent squirt of cum raced through the length of Joe's cock, washing against Karen's tonsils. She was shocked at the force of her husband's blast, caught off guard, and Karen nearly choked. Before she had time to regain her composure, another rich, salty blast of cum squirted out of Joe's cockhead.

"Ahhhhhh!" he sighed, his face pressed between two bars of the cell as his balls detonated out their hot, gushing load of cum.

Karen pulled back so that only Joe's pisshole was still between her lips. She swallowed furiously, feeling the gooey cum trickling down her throat as more of the salty, syrup-like cum jetted out of Joe's pisshole and gushed against her tongue.

"Arrrggghhhh!" Joe groaned, his face contorted with the wild, bone-jarring ecstasy of cumming in his wife's hot mouth.

After the third eruption of cum, Karen finally caught up with her husband. She twirled her tongue around his pisshole as gooey blasts of cum spewed out. The hot, salty flavor of the cum made her red-hot clit tingle delightfully. She wondered when she would be able to get Joe's cock driving like a jack-hammer in her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she slurped soulfully, swallowing the last of her husband's cum.

Karen sucked the cock as deep into her mouth as she could take it, feeling the pricktip rubbing against her tonsils, nearly reaming out her throat. She stroked the cockshaft and worked a couple final drops of cum from the tube of his prick, then leaned back, sitting on the backs of her heels, taking his cock out of her mouth.

"You're still a bastard, I want you to know that," she whispered, looking up into Joe's face as she tenderly worked her fingertips over the length of his cock. "I only did this so that you wouldn't go crazy. But I'm angry with you, Joe. I don't want you to forget that."

Karen leaned forward, her tits shaking a little beneath the sweater, and sucked for another couple seconds on her husband's prick.

She finally got to her feet, her entire body twitching a little with the need to have her pussy stuffed with a bone-hard, driving cock.

"You've got to get me out of here by Monday morning," Joe whispered, looking down into his wife's dark brown eyes. "Do whatever you have to, Karen. I need to get out of here so that I can make that appointment. You know how much that would mean to both of us!"

Karen nodded her head. It was true. The appointment would be wonderful for them.

As she walked out of the jail she thought about what Joe had told her. The words 'Do whatever you have to, Karen' seemed to ring in her ears.

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Barbara pulled the mesh stocking up her leg until the elasticized top was in her fingertips. She smoothed the stocking around her thigh. The stocking came up her leg, the dark elasticized band at the top of the stocking about six or seven inches below her cunt.

She was dressing quickly and angrily. Since talking with her mother, Barbara realized she had to take charge of the situation.

Karen had told Barbara everything and Barbara had listened with total concentration as Karen told of how Deputy Phelps had felt her tits and jerked off on her back, and how she had sucked daddy's cock through the bars of his jail cell until he came in her mouth and she swallowed his salty cum.

All of it had done two things for Barbara – excited her and it made her realize how naive her mother could be. If Barbara was certain of anything it was that Karen really didn't understand the whole scope of the problems that they had to face together if they were ever going to get Joe out of jail before his all-important Monday morning business appointment.

One: they had to raise a thousand dollars in cash for bail money. Since the banks were closed, they would have to borrow the money from friends.

Two: they had to somehow find someone who would vouch for Joe, so that he could get released on bail before having to go before a judge when court opened Monday afternoon.

As she thought about what she'd said to Karen, Barbara smiled. Karen had just stepped out of the shower when Barbara started laying out clothes for her to wear.

"Put these on and nothing else, Mother," Barbara said, her tongue authoritative. "You've got a beautiful body and maybe that can work for us. We've got a lot to do and it won't help if you hide those big tits under fluffy sweaters."

Barbara had gotten no argument from her mother as she laid out the clothes she figured Karen would look sexiest in. Not until Karen started getting dressed did Barbara leave the bedroom so that she could get ready for the evening's escapades herself.

She glanced at the wristwatch on her left wrist. It was six-thirty.

The watch had been a gift from her father on her sixteenth birthday. This memory brought a chill over Barbara as she thought about how miserable Joe must be in that cold, dank jail cell.

Barbara squirmed into a pair of extremely skimpy bikini panties. They were black, and hardly covered up her cuntbush. At her hips it was just a thin strip of fabric.

Next she stepped into a leather miniskirt. She slipped it around her hips, then pulled up the zipper in back. The miniskirt came down to just below the tops of her black mesh stockings, exactly as Barbara had planned.

From her closet Barbara extracted a black leather suitcoat. She slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror without buttoning it. The leather looked good against her skin. Her big, creamy tits, which were naturally high and round, looked even more tempting in contrast to the dark leather. She buttoned the jacket, not bothering to put a blouse on at all.

From her right ear two strings of fake-diamond earrings dangled. Barbara's right earlobe was pierced twice, her left earlobe only once.

"This is going to be one crazy fuckin' night," she murmured under her breath.

The teenager's auburn hair was swirled into a wave in front, with a curl of bangs coming down over her left eye. The diamond earring in her left lobe glittered. The single diamond stud in her left lobe, which was really just glass, couldn't be seen.