Jason Cannon - Wife going down

Jeez, he wished he didn't have to go to the beach with his mom and dad over the weekend. If they would go alone, he could invite Valerie over and they could fuck all day Saturday.

As it was, Monty was lucky to have a good friend like Russell Morgan. Russ was sixteen, he had his own car, and his folks were out of town most of the time. That always left the Morgan house empty for strip poker parties, like the kind they were going to have tonight.

With any luck, he and Russell would be the only boys there. And Valerie said she was bringing along two of her friends. And if they were Valerie's friends, they were sure to fuck. Monty almost got a hard-on right there riding his bicycle as he thought of the last time they had had a strip poker party, with just him and Russell and Valerie.

Valerie had quickly tired of the game, had thrown down her cards and said, "This is shit. C'mon, you guys… let's just fuck!"

Wow, what a time it had been. Russ had fucked her first, then Monty, then they had both eaten her while she had sucked both their cocks at the same time.

A couple more sessions with Valerie, Monty thought, and he would know all there was about fucking!

He parked his bike by the back door and rang the bell.

"Jeez, where you been?" Russell said, opening the door and pulling Monty into the kitchen. "Everybody's all set to start the game."

"My mom held me up," Monty replied, following Russ into the living room.

"Hey, everybody, this is Monty Bacon," Russell said. "Monty, this is Donna and Marie. You know Val and Bob."

Manly said 'Hi' all around and blushed when he heard Donna lean over and whisper to Marie, "Hey, he's cute!"

Monty had never met Donna or Marie before, and as he sat down on the couch, he had a good chance to check them out. And their bodies were well worth checking out!

He had never seen an ass so perfectly formed as Donna's. The mounds of flesh were just the right size, firm and smooth. His eyes delved into the deep crack between her cheeks as he imagined what it would be like to sink his prick into her tight asshole.

Then his eyes traveled to Marie. Her legs and thighs looked as though they were molded from the finest marble. He could almost feel her hot inner thighs wrapped around his neck, pulling his face into the churning heat of her quivering pussy.

And then there was Valerie, her dark skin shining in the brightly lit room. She was one hell of a sex machine. Monty could remember the last time he fucked her. He could remember how strong her cunt muscles were as they sucked the cum from his balls. He could remember the sweet taste of her big pointed nipples.

As Donna lowered a beer in front of Russell, she felt his meaty hand toying with her ass. Only the thin material of her shorts lay between his fingers and the deep crack between her buttocks.

As Marie handed Monty his beer, he clamped his fingers around her wrist. He smiled at the thrilling contrast between her light skin and his tanned flesh. Her body was remarkably hot to the touch as he pulled her down beside him on the sofa.

"Now, now," she teased, as his hand moved from her wrist to the swelling mound of her right tit. "Remember, Monty, we've just met, and the game hasn't started yet."

Monty smiled and placed his hand on her bare inner thigh. "Since all you girls wore shorts and halters, it won't take many hands to get you naked anyway."

"How do you know I'm that kind of girl?" Marie giggled.

"You're a friend of Valerie's, aren't you?"

He could feel his prick straining the material of the front of his pants as his fingers moved closer to the churning heat of the girl's cunt. His eyes caressed the creamy skin of her tits.

He would rather start off with Donna, but Marie sure wasn't bad. He leaned over and kissed the bulging mounds of her youthful tits above the halter.

"Wow, you're fast and horny, aren't you?"

"That's 'cause you're so pretty, and these are so big." Out of the corner of his eye, Monty could see Russ' fingers curling up under Donna's shorts to enter her pussy. On the other side of the warn, Bob already had Valerie's top off and he was wildly sucking on her right tit.

Monty knew there was not going to be, any poker game that night. They were all going to get right down to the action. He ran his tongue down one of Marie's mounds until it nearly reached her nipple under the halter.

A deep-pitched moan slipped from her throat as she relaxed into the sofa. Monty's tongue left a wet trail across the mounds as her long legs drifted apart. He could feel the heat rising from her cunt as he pulled down the front of her brief halter top with his teeth.

"Wanna go up to one of the bedrooms?" he gurgled from around her soft tit-flesh.

"What for?" she said coyly.

"So I can show you my collection," he replied.

"Collection of what?"

"Inches," Monty whispered in her ear.

Giggling, Marie bounded off the couch and toward the stairs, pulling Monty along behind her.

"See you later," he said, passing Russell and Donna.

"You better," Donna said. "The only reason Marie got you first is she called heads!"

In the bedroom, Marie turned to him and pulled down the other half of her halter so that now both heavy tits hung out over the material.

"Jeez."

"You like my titties?"

"They're neat."

"You don't think they're too big and heavy?"

"Never too big, Marie."

"How old are you, Monty?"

"Seventeen," Monty lied.

"Good. I'm seventeen, too, and I don't like to fuck boys who are younger than I am. You look even older."

He flushed with pride and pushed out his chest to meet her tits as she pushed them against him. Their two bodies melted into one. Her tits flattened across his chest as his tongue sought out the sweetness of her mouth.

"Holy shit," he wheezed, slipping his fingers under the back of her shorts and tracing the deep crease of her abundant ass.

As Marie's tongue sucked the saliva from the walls of his mouth, she thrilled to the feel of the strong fingers working their way into the deep crack of her ass.

She bit down on his tongue hungrily as his finger forced its way into her tight asshole. He could feel his nails scraping against the sensitive walls of the girl's anus.

"Owww," the girl moaned. "I can tell you're gonna be a lot of fun!" She dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly.

"Hey, why don't we get naked?"

"Great!" She whipped her shorts off and reached up to undo ha top. "But hurry!"

As she waited impatiently for Monty to get his clothes off, she reached up to cup the perfect, pink-tipped cones of her breasts. They were high and widely set and firm, almost hard, and the sharp little nipples were swollen go twice their normal size. She kneaded her breasts gently at first, then harder, squeezing them so that the flint-hard nipples punched against her palms.

She was beginning to perspire a little already, she noticed, which pleased her, because she knew that boys liked her body best when it was slightly moist all over. She inhaled the pure female aroma of herself and began to roll one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling it out farther and farther until it slipped from her grasp, and then puffing it out again and again, while she continued to knead the other breast as hard as she could.

Her cunt was streaming, she knew. She could feel the warm crawl of the juice across her cuntal furrow and down the tops of her thighs. And that, too, pleased her, because there was nothing that boys liked so much as for her cunt to be overflowing with juice when they sucked her.

She spread her feet farther apart so that the lips of her pussy would open a little and let the perfume escape more readily. She loved the scent of herself, and now she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet, young-girl aroma until she began to get a little dizzy.