Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

He was so strong that I couldn't resist. His hot lips pressed against my face, searching for my mouth. His whiskers rubbed against my burning me as he tried to kiss me.

Thinking his lips were meeting those of another male, his tongue shot into my mouth in a deep soul-kiss. The penetration was wet and hard, and I returned it, kissing him back with equally wet force.

When his hand began grappling in my lap, I knew he was searching for my nonexistent cock. Not wanting to spring my little surprise on him just yet, I took the play away from him by shoving his hand away as I reached for his groin. When I squeezed the pulsing mound between his thighs, he forgot all about resisting and let me have my way.

"Now I'm going to suck your cock just like I promised," I pulled my lips away from his mouth and whispered in his ear.

While my fingers fumbled with his fly, I lowered my face into his lap, anticipating the unsheathing of his cock. Would it be as big as it seemed straining beneath his pants? God, I hoped so.

Hisssss! His zipper was open.

A couple of my fingers forced his skimpy underpants out of the way. His cock came springing out, quivering in a twitching column of lust.

It wasn't hard to want to suck a cock like his, even if it did belong to a fag. Forgetting that his tool had probably seen the insides of more male mouths and assholes than I could count, I hungrily slid my lips over the head of his cock, reveling in its sweetness.

He tasted younger than I had anticipated, and I recalled his remark about never making it with someone as old as he. I guessed from the taste of his cock that he was in his late teens or early twenties. His prick had a stirring, athletic taste, as though he were a jock.

"Do you play ball?" I asked from around the head of his prick.

"You aren't a spy for the coach, are you?" he blurted, his cock suddenly shrinking in my mouth.

"No, no, nothing like that," I assured him just before I clamped down on his cock-head so he couldn't get away. "Just a horny sports fan."

"As a matter of fact, I do play ball," he said, unable to resist a little hero worship. His dick swelled again between my lips.

"What position," I mumbled with a mouthful of stiff cock.

"Fullback. At State."

"Sirtht thring?"

"Right."

Jesus, I knew who he was. Lenny Coznfowski, the All-American fullback. He was one of Leo's students.

I tried to remember what Leo had told me about him. At first Leo had said he was going to do everything he could to screw the kid up to put a dent in the football team, which he claimed was taking money that should go to academic departments. But, then Leo had changed his mind.

Later, Leo'd said Coznfowski was actually a brainy kid despite his brawn. And sensitive. Leo even became a football fan.

Come to think of it, Leo talked about this kid a lot.

I chuckled, thinking about how Leo would react to finding out his All-American star pupil was a fag.

While I sucked Coznfowski's cock, I undid his pants all the way and pushed them down around his legs. The hairy mass of his crotch and his throbbing balls filled my hands as I ran my fingers through his pubic floss and gently squeezed his nuts.

I imagined how his huge, thick cock must drive the fruits wild. Especially with his dark shock of pubic hair and his large pulsing balls. It seemed a shame that such a tool was being wasted reaming out the mouths and assholes of men. It was definitely a waste of a natural resource that his prick had probably never seen the inside of the moist cave of a woman's pussy.

Of course, I intended to do something about that problem by the time I was finished.

But, first things first, I continued lapping up a storm cm his huge dick. When I swallowed him to the hilt, I ran my tongue queer-style under his scrotum. My finger gouged into his asshole, the tight anal muscles squeezing around my knuckle.

Just when I thought the full penetration of his cock would choke me to death, I slid him out of my mouth enough to get same air. Running the tip of my tongue over the head of his prick, I looked up at him, seeing if I could catch his expression in the dark.

My eyes had adjusted to the night, and I could make out his handsome face twisting with agonized delight from the damage I was doing to his cock. He drooled like a baby, his mouth watering from the sucking I was giving his prick.

Then, suddenly, his mouth flew open and he turned pale as he noticed me looking at him. "What are you staring at?" he shrieked in a queenish falsetto. "Why are you looking at me like that? Stop spying on me and just suck."

I shook my head, letting his cock slide all the way out of my mouth.

"What do you think you're doing?" he said angrily, looking down at his exposed prick as though I had inflicted some terrible wound on it.

I shook my head again. "No more cock-sucking. I want you to fuck me."

"You're awfully young," he said breathlessly. "Are you cherry?"

I nodded. In the darkness of the car, with my face shielded by my upturned collar, it was easy to keep him thinking I was a young boy out for thrills.

"Then I'd be the first one," he said eagerly, smacking his lips. "Why me?"

"I love your cock," I said, reaching out to caress his swollen shaft. "The minute I saw it I knew I wanted it inside me."

"Okay," he said, rubbing his hands together, "get over on the seat and split your cheeks. Just remember, you're going to have to take every inch."

"Is that a threat of a promise?" I said, clambering on all fours on the seat so I could get my ass around toward him.

He knelt with his back against the door, stroking his cock, getting ready to skewer me.

In the darkness it was easy to act like a boy. I had jeans on underneath my coat, and pulled them down over my backside like a kid about to get a spanking. There was no way Lenny could tell I had a pussy between my legs instead of the cock and balls he anticipated. At the moment all he could see were the pale moons of my buns staring him invitingly in the face.

My smooth ass looked just like a boy's in the dark – a boy with a tight red rosebud of an asshole tingling to be savagely fucked by another male's stiff cock. There was no way for Lenny to suspect that just out of sight the hairy chasm of my pussy gurgled between my thighs, ready to blow his mind.

Before he could pull apart my cheeks and discover my little secret, I reached behind and took hold of his cock. "Let me put it in," I said. "I'm sensitive there…"

Aroused by my fingers softly digging into his prick, he let me go ahead. Sliding the head of his cock between my buns, I rubbed it up and down the full expanse of my crack, stopping just before my pussy before I pulled it back up.

Several times his cock-head ran over the puckering ridges of my anus while I gently masturbated him with the inside of my soft buns. I made sure to give him a good sense of the location of my bunghole, so that when I played a little trick on him he'd be sure at first that he was pronging my ass.

"Oh, I can feel it," he lusted. "I can feel your ass. Let me in. I'm tired of waiting."

These queers are even more impatient than the regular guys I screw, I thought, as I got ready to do the impossible. Grabbing his cock around the neck, where the flange meets the shaft, I pointed it downward. At the same time, I made a subtle shift of my pelvis that moved my ass a few inches upward and secretly opened my cunt.

"Now shove!" I cried.

When he pushed, his cock angled downward and slid directly into the waiting trap of my pussy.

Before he knew what was happening he was buried six inches in my cunt. Wriggling my ass accounted for the remaining four as his balls squeezed against the outside of my pussy. His prick was buried in my cunt to the hilt!