Jason Cannon - Wife going down

Monty lunged forward and drove the head of his dripping cock into her.

She gasped as the long throbbing prick slid far up into her sucking cunt. It raced into her until his soft balls slapped against her ass cheeks and the rubbery tip of his cock pounded against the far back wall of her cunt.

Waves of passion shook her body and she began to grind her steaming pussy up against his thick meat. She drew her knees up to meet his pounding thrusts.

"God, it's good. It's so unbelievably good!" she crooned. "I knew it would be this good, especially with someone like you!"

Flaming desire coursed through her loins. The only thing that mattered to her at that point in time was the fact that this cock was fucking her. She wanted him to fuck her, wanted him and his big, wonderful prick sunk deep up inside her.

She gripped him even tighter, opening and closing her thighs, in time to the long smooth thrusts that jolted her body. Soon she was pounding her heels rapidly against his laboring buttocks, spurring him on, while she gyrated wildly beneath him.

She started to come just when he really decided to get going faster. Her long leg carried more muscle and fury than Monty had given her credit for. The wildness of her returning lunges made him wonder if they might not end up on the floor.

He kept shoving it in.

She gasped and moaned as the hot shaft stuffed itself into her pussy faster and harder. She choked and wept on the heat and the lust that drove up from her clitoris.

Monty shifted his ass from side to side, letting his cock explore the walls and the creases of her cunt flesh. Dropping all pretense of self-control after the girl had passed into a state where she was being racked with spasms of climax, he quickly brought himself up to the very edge of ecstasy.

Then, without warning, he shot his load of hot, searing semen deeply into her.

She milked and squeezed his cock with her cunt muscles until he thought she would suck it right off his body.

Then it was over. He felt cold air on his prick and she was tugging him from the bed. "C'mon… c'mon!"

"Where?" He rolled from the bed and stumbled after her to the door.

"The living room, silly."

"But… but we're still naked!"

"So what? C'mon, we'll go downstairs and get some more fucking!"

Phil drove by the house four times before he stopped. He would see Louise the next morning, and they would probably sleep together the next night. But for some perverse reason, he wanted her now, that very moment.

He had left Gloria with a rancid taste in his mouth and a lot of cum left in his balls. He could have picked up another woman in one of the bars, but he didn't want another woman – he wanted his wife. And when he saw Monty ride away on his bicycle and realized that Louise was alone in the house, he wanted her all the more.

He let himself in with his old key and was about to call out when he heard water running in the upstairs bathroom. Smiling, he took the stairs, quietly, two at a time.

He entered the master bedroom that he remembered so well and heard splashing sounds coming from the bath.

"Monty is that you?"

He pushed the door aside and lounged against the jamb. "Want a rubber duck to play with?"

It was a long, oval tub, and Louise filled it beautifully. The sight of her fabulous body, the lushness of its nudeness in the tub brought his dick to instant hardness. Louise had the biggest, most beautiful tits he had ever sucked. They bobbed like white watermelons above the clear water. They were topped by huge, purplish areoles and inch long nipples that stood like spears from the perfectly rounded, fleshy globes. Beneath them, a lightly curved belly flowed into a striking cunt that looked big enough for Phil to lose his whole body in.

The bush was wide, and even in the water, matted as it was, the hair curled like wire over the pulpy mass of her cuntlips. The pink ups weaved like rivers of fascinating flesh down between her full thighs.

"You look better with your clothes off," he said, still leaning against the door jamb, leering.

"Wha… what the hell do you want?"

"Talk."

"I'm busy."

"I've got a hard-on."

"GO stick it in one of your whores."

"I already did. It wasn't very good."

"We start tomorrow. Tonight, I'm busy."

"Who with?"

"Nobody," she replied. "I'm fucked out."

"You're never fucked out, Louise," he hissed.

He leaned over and plunged his arm, clear to the elbow, into the water. He twined his fingers in her wealth of pubic hair and pulled her crotch up to the edge of the tub.

Louise was shocked into silence by the pain brought on by his hand on her cunt hair.

Wrapping her big thighs around his ears, he dove his face between them into the thick, wet mat that covered her cunt. He parted his lips and, with them, started to chew on the fleshy folds that surrounded her clit.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" she screamed, floundering half in, half out of the tub. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I'm eatin' your pussy, honey. Now why don't you just settle back and enjoy it. You're gonna drown splashing around like that. My, my, you got some kinda cunt luv."

"Like hell I will, you bastard!" Louise shouted, beating the back of his head with her fists. "Get the fuck out of here!"

"No. I want some."

"Well, I don't!"

He had his arms around her hips and his hands locked across her belly, holding her in a viselike grip that mashed her big ass cheeks against the side of the tub and her wet cunt against his face. She tasted good to him, sweet as honey. And even though she was tightening her muscles and closing up her hole, he knew it was only a matter of time until the juices would start to flow.

He ground his nose and upper lip against her clitoris while he reamed her pussy with the hard length of his tongue. He would swirl the tip around and around the gooey walls and then ram it as far up her channel as it would go.

The action was doing a job on both of them. Phil's cock was up hard in his pants. The head was throbbing against his navel and hurting like hell as it tried to crawl under the tightness of his belt buckle.

He let go of her body with one arm and undid his pants. They slid easily down his legs to his ankles and he kicked them off. He was just rolling his shorts down, wrestling them around the long pole of his cock, when Louise pulled her legs up, got the balls of her feet against his shoulders, and shoved with all her might. He rocketed across the room and sprawled in a corner by the toilet.

She jumped, wringing wet, from the tub and went into the bedroom. Rather than inhibiting him, the proportions of her tall body, with its huge, bouncing tits and ass cheeks only made his cock harder and more lustful for her.

By the time he got through the door, she had donned a pair of lounging pajamas and stood in the middle of the room.

Goddamn, Phil thought, as he reached her and cupped her ass in his strong hands, she was one hell of a woman. His face, standing in front of her, was buried between the fleshy melons of her breasts. The silky material covering them had soaked up the moisture from her skin and it stuck to her tits like a second skin.

Louise gaped in amazement when she suddenly felt herself being wrestled to the bed. Phil threw her down and crawled up on top of her.

He held her face in his hands as she tried to twist away. He kissed her hard, then moved his hands down to cup her supple buttocks so sensuously covered with the thin silk.

Louise mumbled and moaned unintelligibly under the pressure of his insistent mouth. Slowly he hard her protesting grunts turn softer as he continued to tongue-fuck her mouth. His cock was still trapped in his shads, throbbing painfully. It pounded against her quivering belly. He moved down a little and found the mound of her cunt with his prick. He could hear the breath catching in her throat as he ground his straining cock against her though the silky material.