J Watson - The unfaithful wife

"You want your sweet dick eaten, baby?" Elaine asked.

"You fucking know I do, you cocksucking bitch," he answered. "You teasing cunt!"

He heard the sound of her laughter as she took Stella's place at his prick. Her fingers made a circle around his blood-bloated knob and she looked at his prick closely as if she'd never seen one up close before.

"Ummm," she said. "There's always something so beautiful about a man's prick!"

Her full red lips parted slightly and he could see her pink tongue protrude. She bent closer and blew her hot breath on his prick as Stella had been doing.

"Not that," he pleaded. "Suck my cock, you bitch! Don't just blow on it! Suck it like you said. Oh, you teasing cock-sucking bitch!"

He felt the sweet sensation of her lips pressing gently against his swollen knob. He knew that her ripe lips must have been getting smeared by his thick cum but she didn't seem to care. Then she began to use her tongue as Stella had used her tongue, kissing and lavishly licking his cum juice off the sensitive crown.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "I love to suck cock. I love the good taste of cock!"

"Then suck me, bitch," he groaned.

"All right," she said slowly. "Now you're going to get your fat prick sucked. You're going to remember this for a long time."

"Quit talking and suck," he demanded. "Put your fucking mouth on my prick. Suck my dick!"

He was really carried away or he would have never dreamed of talking to her that way. He couldn't help the hot blood that was racing through his body. He wanted her lips on his cock more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He reached up for her head, but she shook his hand off.

"No," she said. "If you want to get sucked, then let us do it our way."

"Okay," he gave m.

It was hard but he kept his hand off her head.

Her sweet, hot lips once more encircled his prick.

He felt his pole being sucked into her wet mouth.

Her teeth closed gently on his flesh as she began to suck him deeper.

"God," he groaned. "Oh God!"

She fed his stiff pole into her mouth with her fingers. Deeper and deeper his cock slid until he was more than half in her mouth. He was deep as he had ever been in a woman's mouth and this was where he thought she would stop. Instead he felt his prick being sucked even deeper.

He raised himself on his elbows and looked at her once more. Her face was still flushed with excitement. Her cheeks were hollowed to admit more of his prick. He could see her green eyes flash with emotion.

"Oh fuck," he whispered. "No woman's ever sucked my cock this far into her mouth!"

He kept thinking she was finished. She wasn't. She fed his cock into her mouth like a sword swallower. He felt his shaft pulsating against the liquid warmth of the deepest part of her throat.

Then he was in her mouth all the way. All of his thick cock was buried in her mouth. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and feeling. She was deep throating him. He'd always thought that this was something people made up, and that no woman could really do it. But this redheaded bitch was sucking all of his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck," he said. "You sweet cocksucking bitch. You sweet cocksucking bitch!"

He felt his thick knob against the back of her throat for what seemed like forever. Then slowly her lips began to release his steaming meat. Her lips gently slid back up his reddened prick, leaving his flesh covered with her saliva.

"Your turn, baby," Elaine said.

While he watched in awe, Stella took over her mother's position and repeated what her mother had done. Then they began to switch back and forth. First one and then the other took the long, throbbing length of his pole into her mouth. This time he knew they weren't going to stop. They were going to suck him until he poured his cum into their mouths. He could feel that tingling warmth back in his balls.

"Ahhhh fuck," he groaned. "Suck me! Suck my prick! Suck ittttt!"

He began to thrust savagely off the bed as mother and daughter began to linger a little longer aver his prick. Each of the wanton redheads took two or three thrusts of his prick into their hot mouths before they released him.

"Oh fuck," he said. "I'm getting close. I'm getting so fucking close!"

He protested as Stella raised her head from his steaming meat. Her full lips were half-parted and she looked more and more like a savage woman. He could see some of his leaking cum smeared her face.

"Do you want to come?" Stella asked. "Do you want to come in our mouths?"

"Oh fuck yes," he cried.

There was that same half smile on her face again. She started licking the swollen, sensitive head of his big prick. He could feel the heat all over his body. They were teasing him again and he couldn't stand it.

"Oh Christ," he groaned. "Take it in your mouth. Take the fucking thing in your mouth!"

Stella gave in. Her wet mouth enveloped his prick once more. He felt the liquid fire shooting from his heavy cum-filled balls.

"Oh yes," he groaned. "Oh fuck yes. Here I come. Here I fucking come. Oh yesssssss!"

She took her mouth away at the last moment and he saw his thick white juice spurting against her lips. Then her mouth went down his cock again and he felt his cum splattering the back of her throat.

"Let me have some," Elaine said.

Quickly the two women changed places and he felt the last few hot spurts of his cum being taken into Elaine's mouth. He could hear her swallowing his jism as the two women made good their promise to suck him as no woman had ever sucked him before.

"Jesus," he said. "Jesus, nothing's ever been that good before. Oh Jesus."

Both of them laughed softly. He looked up to see them licking their lips.

"And things are just getting started, honey," Elaine promised him.

Cynthia was looking out her window. Only a few minutes before she'd seen Greg come out of his house dressed in his swim trunks. That was not unusual. Greg and his wife always used the pool on Saturdays. She could hear splashing from behind the house and she knew that his wife was already back there.

Cynthia wondered if he would look her way but he didn't. It was like he didn't know she existed. Only the day before he'd raped her. Surely that had to mean something to him?

It meant something to Cynthia. She couldn't forget it. And it wasn't because of the usual reasons that a woman couldn't forget. It wasn't because she felt dirty or anything like that. It was something else entirely. It was because she felt funny. A kind of tingling had been in her body all night long. She kept remembering how his big prick had felt when it had stretched the walls of her cunt.

"Oh, what's the matter with me?" she asked herself.

She was afraid that she knew exactly what was the matter with her. She had enjoyed what had happened to her. Too much! She had enjoyed Greg's body much more than she had ever enjoyed the things that her husband had dope to her. It was crazy, but it was true.

The phone rang. Cynthia thought it might have been Alan and she hurried to answer it. But it was a woman who spoke to her.

"This is Mary from next door," the woman said. Cynthia had a moment of sheer fright. Could Mary know what her husband had done with Cynthia? Cynthia could already see herself being pointed out as the other woman. Nobody would ever believe it was rape.

"Hello," Cynthia said.

"I thought I'd invite you for swimming," Mary said. "It's awfully hot and neighbors should get together."

"Thank you," Cynthia said. Cynthia felt better. It hadn't been an accusation. "I'll think about it."

"Well you just come right over when you feel like it," Mary said sweetly.

Cynthia hung up the phone. She realized she was trembling and she had to go to the couch and sit down. She found it was more than tempting. Greg would be over there. He would be in his tight swim trunks and she would be able to see the outline of his huge cock.