George Tipton: Wild hot bride

"Out! Take it out! Stop!" she moaned, her words gasped out as she struggled to free herself.

But Scott would not – could not – let himself be removed so easily. The second she started her crazed motions, he felt his prick jump right to the verge of coming. So, instead of listening to Beth's wishes, he was forced to ignore them in the pursuit of his own sexual satisfaction.

The harder she tried to get rid of him, the better he liked it. She shimmied and shook and her ass-tunnel contorted sexily because of it. His prick was bent and stroked and smashed wonderfully in the hot confines of her suffering asshole and he loved it.

Wanting to see if he could force her even higher, he drew back with his free hand and gave her quivering ass a series of quick, hard slaps.

"Oughhhhh!" she howled, her ass on fire on the inside and on the outside now. She had to make him stop, she had to force him to let her go!

Beth twisted herself around, making his prick curve with her. His finger stayed stuffed right inside the sensitive rim of her ass, bending and tickling her with alarming results. She felt like she would go crazy if she didn't get him to step soon. Her whole body was involved in the fight for freedom for her ass, and she thrashed around madly, begging Scott for release.

"Ough! Ohhhh!" she moaned, her voice tortured.

Finally Scott couldn't stand it anymore. His balls would no longer listen to his commands to stay still and, like a volcanic eruption, his cum-cream freed itself and doused the interior of Beth's ass-tunnel with white lava.

"Baby! Baby! Oh man!" Scott grunted, once again slamming his prick to the root in her flexing ass-tunnel. "Ahhhhh!"

Beth cried out, too, her voice high and shrill. Then, to send her excitement level a notch further, she thought she heard a key turning in the latch of her front door. But, too overcome with the deluge of cock-cream Scott was turning loose of inside of her, she dismissed the noise as her imagination and belted out her lust.

"Yes! Ohhhhh, that's great. I want it all! Keep fucking me, Scott! Feed me all your cum-cream, yeahhhhh!"

His exploding cock-cream as lube, Scott kept his prick moving through the tight channel of her ass. Blobs of his white jizz bubbled up around the base of his prick once her little asshole was filled. He looked down at them, and at his cock-shaft fucking right through them, and, for once, he found the sight of his own jizz a real turn-on.

"Yeah, keep it movin', baby," he said, watching his prick fucking her ass while he gave her ass another couple of whacks. "Yeah, keep dancing!"

Beth's ass sucked in his cream and drank it down. She felt awash with it, as if it covered her everywhere.

But, if Beth was overcome by the glorious wonder of her fuck with Scott, there was now another woman in the room who was taken aback by the perversity of it. It didn't surprise her in the least to find Beth and Scott in bed together that was why she had come. But even she had never envisioned something as perverse as this.

The two fuckers faced away from her, their sexual sounds and smells assailing her the moment she let herself in the front door. Now she watched Scott's ass pucker and loosen as he fucked the last remnants of his cum-load into the depths of Beth's ass.

Beth's face was flat on the bed, turned away from her. But still the little blonde's cries and moans of extreme lust could be heard by all and they left little to the imagination. She was taking Scott's prick in her ass and loving it.

Shocked at first, but then remembering her purpose, Barb finally spoke up. She cleared her throat first to be sure her words were loud and clear and, when she did, both naked fuckers jumped as if they'd been shot.

"Well, isn't this nice?" she said sarcastically. "Pam sits at home crying and here's her new husband, fucking his brains out with some slut!"

"Barb!" Beth gasped, slithering forward on the bed and letting Scott's prick pop out of her asshole with a squishing sound. "What are you doing here?"

"You little bitch!" Barb raged at her sister.

"Couldn't you find a man who wasn't already taken? Couldn't you just leave him alone especially after last night?"

"Barb, I…"

"You whore! Get out of my sight!" Barb lunged at Beth and the little blonde bounced off the bed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Then, her sister out of the way, Barb turned her wrath on Scott.

"And you, Mister shit-for-brains, having a nice honeymoon? Too bad you couldn't spend more of it with your wife."

"Hey, take it easy," Scott said with surprising calm.

"You make me sick! Pam loves you, God knows why, and you do this to her. I have half a mind to just tell her what a stilt you are. Maybe she can still get the marriage annulled and start over with a man who's good enough for her."

"Stop it!" Scott raged, standing up now, his limp prick dripping with cum-cream. "You leave Pam out of this!"

"Yeah? Leave her out just like you leave her out of your fucking? She deserves so much better than you! I've got to tell her!"

Barb made for the door but Scott stopped her.

"You don't need to tell her anything," he said, gathering up his clothes and beating her back to the door. "We'll just see whose story she believes, mine or yours, especially if she hears mine first!"

Barb dropped down on the couch while Scott flew naked out the door. He rushed to the stairwell and dressed there, leaving his shirt untucked and his shoes untied.

Then, like a bat out of hell, he raced to his car and drove for Pam, worded that Barb was behind him all the way.

For several minutes Pam lay there on the floor, listening to her heart and her pussy. Russ was in the other room, watching the baseball pre-game show. Shi could hear the voices of the announcers and Russ, as he cheered out his enthusiasm.

She licked her lips and felt the creamy cum that was still there. The taste of Russ' jizz was different from the taste of Scott's, not very different, but different enough for her to be reminded that it had not been her husband's prick she had just sucked off.

With a sigh, she rolled over onto her back. Her dress was up so that the cool air of the room touched her pussy. She moved one hand down and stroked it. Her cunt was very wet, the flesh tender and excited. She drew two fingers up along her cuntal crack a few times, liking the slick feel of it.

"Yeah, Mets, way to go!" Russ cheered in the other room.

Why shouldn't she go to him? Pam wondered, her fingers caressing her pussy. He was here and he was available, which was more than she could say for her dear husband.

Shakily, she got to her feet and walked to the doorway. From there, she could see Russ as he sat on one end of the couch, a bowl of potato chips on the table beside him, a small cooler at his feet. He tipped his handsome head back and took a long pull from a beer.

Pam ran her fingers back through her hair and straightened her dress. Then, trying to look very sexy, she entered the room and wandered over toward Russ.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Naw, sure, have a seat," he said.

Pam settled in, sifting down rather close beside him. Russ moved over to give her more space, but she scooted her ass over, too. Then, as she reached across him for a handful of chips, she let her fingers brush meaningfully across his crotch bulge.

"Say, watch it there," Russ said, trying to laugh it off, "don't start anything you can't finish."

Pam smiled. "I can finish it this time."

"Yeah, sure you can."

Pam reached up and took hold of his face. Then she stretched forward and pressed her lips against his. Her lips were soft and searching and her tongue probed into his mouth very gently.

"I can finish, I promise," she said softly, her lips just leaving his. "Try me."