George Tipton: Wild hot bride

"Oh, honey," he panted.

Slowly recovering from her incredible climax, Barb began to come back to life and take a more active role in their fucking. Now she rolled her hips and bobbed her pelvis forward and back, fucking at Russ with as much enthusiasm as her bent position would allow.

His cock was buried completely inside her. The many inches of his prick-meat followed the bend of her cunt-tunnel and lolled around inside it sexily. Russ' fuck-strokes were little more than sexy lunges but they did the job. The cum-cream was already boiling in his balls, and, when Barb started tossing and toying with them, Russ knew it was only a matter of time.

She scratched his hairy balls with her nails, then her fingers traveled down to that bridge of skin from his asshole to the roots of his balls and traced back and forth across it.

Barb showed his balls no mercy and kept up her assault of them. She knew they were the trigger to her husband's load of cum-cream and suddenly her little pussy was very thirsty for just that kind of refreshment. Her fingers and nails were everywhere, poking, scratching, gouging.

Russ rocked forward and back, his cock leading the way. He kept a tight grip of Barb's thighs, his fingers sweaty and slippery as he moved closer to coming.

When he leaned forward, his cock slithered through the tunnel of Barb's pussy.

When he drew back, just the tip and the first few inches of his prick found their way into the shuddering channel of her cunt.

Barb kept up pulsating motion on his balls. Her palms were sweaty, too, and his balls danced and slid around. Then, as if his balls were too-ripe fruit, one squeeze finally made them explode, sending their contents rushing through the complicated circuit of tubing in Russ' balls and then shooting it out the end of his prick deep inside of her.

"Arghhh!"

"Ouuhmmm!"

They cried out, their bodies seeming to melt together.

Russ' cock was eaten up by Barb's cunt and she kept him there inside of her, basking in his own juices.

Barb felt completely filled with cock-cream and it was a sensation she loved. She shivered, feeling how squishy it was inside of her cunt. Already she could feel Russ' big cum-load overflowing her jam-packed cunt and pouring down the crack of her ass.

Russ let go of Barb's legs and let her stretch them out. Then he held her tightly, feeling her heart pounding against his chest. He wanted to stay in this position forever and would have if the phone hadn't suddenly started ringing.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, startled.

"Easy, honey," Barb said, reaching for the receiver which was right beside the bed. "I'll take care of it. Hello?"

Russ could hear the voice on the other end of the line well enough to know it was Barb's younger sister, Beth. Beth was a cute kid, but she could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

"We can't come over now, Scott and Pam will be here soon," Barb said, then listened again. "Beth – it can't be that important."

Russ heard the chatter on the other end go an octave higher, sounding more urgent than ever.

Barb looked over at him and rolled her eyes helplessly.

"Okay, okay," she said, "we'll come over and take a look at it. I don't know if Russ can do anything, but he'll try. See you soon, bye."

She hung up and they shared a heavy sigh. "Her car again?" Russ asked. "She says it sounds like it might explode and she's afraid."

"Jesus!" Russ exclaimed, but he knew they had to go. Beth would never give them any peace unless they did. "Let's just make this fast, okay? And write…"

"I've already got it written," Barb said. "I'll leave it tacked to the front door. Come on, let's go!"

When Scott wheeled the car into the driveway of his brother's house, he honked the horn. He and Pam took a minute getting their things together and getting out of the car. Still neither Russ nor Barb had come out to greet them and Scott thought that strange.

"Think they're home?" Pam asked, straightening her shirt and shouldering her purse.

"They knew we'd be here, that's for sure," Scott said, slamming the car door and striding toward the front door. "Ah fuck!"

"What?" Pam called out.

"They had to go over to Barb's sister's place for a while. They suggest we go down to the bar on the corner and have a drink and wait. Some reception! Locked out of my own brother's house!"

Pam gave her new husband a hug, trying to calm him. When he didn't respond to her gentle caress, she let her hands move down the front of his body and cup his crotch.

"Maybe we should just wait for them in the car, know what I mean?"

Getting her meaning exactly, Scott balled up the note and threw it into the shrubbery. Then he took Pam into his arms and held her close. Already his big prick was swelling, pressed between their warm bodies.

"Not a bad idea," he said. "Been a while since I did it in a car."

He led Pam down off the steps and back over to the driveway.

"Front seat or back?" Pam asked, pausing before opening the appropriate door.

Scott thought over all the erotic possibilities and pros and cons.

"Front," he finally said, and Pam opened the door and slid across the big front seat into the driver's position.

Right away she reached up under her summer shirt and jerked down her panties. Then she slid the seat back as far as it would go and tilted it back.

"What are you waiting for?" she teased, tossing her wet panties into Scott's face. "Russ and Barb might be back any minute. Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay," he said, slamming the door closed behind them and then struggling out of his pants.

"Oh yeahhhhh!" Scott sighed.

Pam squeezed harder and a little pearl of cum bubbled up from his prick. It sat on the end of his slitted prick-head until she leaned down and licked it clean away with one quick swipe of her pointed tongue.

"Ummm," Scott moaned, working his fingers through her curly hair. "Take some more."

Ignoring him, Pam just licked all around his prick-tip. Her tongue went up under the head of his prick and circled around, arousing all the sensitive nerves there. Her hands held onto the shaft of his prick, keeping it standing straight up so she could work it over more easily.

Gradually her tongue began to move down the shaft of his prick. The skin on the shaft of his cock was stretched taut with arousal and Pam loved its silky texture. Her tongue slithered all around, bumping and dancing over the ruddy surface of his prick-shaft, tracing along the pounding purple veins.

Scott wiggled around on the plush seat of the car. His naked ass bounced up and down and he spread his legs.

As she took in more of his prick, Pam's face grew contorted and sexy-looking. When the head of his prick poked at one or the other of her creamy checks, her face bulged out. He put his hands on the sides of her face, feeling how she worked to bring his cock such incredible pleasure.

"That's it, baby, that's just fine," he said softly, his eyes rolling back in his head. "You sure do that good, Pam."

Pam knew she did give good head and she also knew the reason why – because she liked it. Having a prick in her mouth was almost as good as having one in her pussy. She loved the taste and the feel of cock and now, as she ran her tongue around her husband's prick-tip, she knew she liked this particular cock best of all of them.

As she crouched on the floor of the car, her body curled up at her husband's feet, she felt her pussy heating up. Her pussy was naked under her skirt and, the harder and more heartily she sucked on Scott's prick, the more she felt it in her own cunt. She shimmied her thighs together, trying to bring herself a little peace. But, instead of calming her galloping lust, she only managed to arouse herself a little more.