George Tipton: Wild hot bride

Scott still wore his shin, too, and he could feel it sticking to his back against the seat. He wiggled back against it, feeling how it stuck to his skin and made him tickle. Then, realizing how hot Pam must be, he untucked her blouse and ran his hands up to her tits.

"Ummmm," she sighed, "yesssss."

Her large tits were held captive in her heavy bra, but Scott knew how to free them. He tripped the front clasp between the big cups and her tit-flesh sprang forth, slick and sexy with sweat.

"Oh baby!" he said, one hand on either of her wet, creamy tit-mounds. "Bet that feels better."

Pam couldn't answer. Now she felt completely free, and her fucking motions reflected that freedom. She rocked back and forth crazily, fucking at Scott with new might and urgency.

Forced to keep up with her, Scott fucked faster, too. His hands held onto her chest, his fingers against her back, his thumbs stroking across her spiked nipples. His mouth hung open and he panted hotly, his mind a blur of fucking.

Having her nipples stroked was the final straw for Pam. All at once she jammed herself down on her husband's prick and her orgasm tore through her.

Shuddering waves of sensations pounded through her cunt-tunnel and their reverberations sounded all through her system.

She shuddered and jumped, her body alive with raw energy. Cunt-cream poured down around Scott's ever-fucking prick and the two of them moaned and grunted.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" Pam mumbled, tremors causing her to twist and shout. "Ohhhh!"

Scott felt the resounding motions of her climax on the inside as well as on the outside of her body. His prick kept moving through her cunt-tunnel and her orgasm encouraged his, making it impossible to keep from coming, too.

"Baby!" he grunted, still fucking her. "This is it!"

Pam pushed down on his crotch, surrounding his prick as completely as possible in her still quivering cunt-meat. Then she heard the change in her husband's breathing and felt his prick pull back and then leap forward in the dark depths of her inner pussy-channel.

"Mmmmmmm!" Scott moaned, his lips clamped shut over his teeth. "Mmmmmmm!"

Pam rode it out with him, enjoying his climax almost as much as she enjoyed her own. She loved the way he panted and huffed, as if this might be the last thing he ever did.

Scott's climax lasted and lasted, filling her with shudders of ecstasy and great gobs of cum. She could feel them swimming around up inside her and she wiggled, liking their soft, squishy feel.

Then, as her mind cleared, she looked up out the back window of the car just in time to see Russ and Barb turn the corner and head up the street.

"They're home," she said softly, not wanting to shock her still-trembling husband.

"They are!" Scott exclaimed with surprising enthusiasm. "Let's go!"

He struggled out from under Pam, dumping her over the seat. Then he grabbed his pants and zipped them up as he jumped out of the car and hurried over to greet his brother.

Slowly, Pam pulled on her panties and followed along behind.

Pam and Scott had a wonderful time visiting Los Angeles. During the day, while Russ and Barb were away at work, they slept late and had great sex. Then, in the afternoons they played tourist, going to Disneyland, Magic Mountain, and the beach at Venice. During the evenings, the two couples went out together, hitting Westwood and driving down the coast for a fancy dinner in Newport Beach.

After a few days of running here and there and seeing this and that, everyone agreed that it would be fun to have a nice dinner at home. Both Pam and Barb loved to cook so they decided to eat in and invite Barb's sister, Beth, over too.

Beth lived alone and hated to cook so she accepted the invitation gladly. She was also anxious to meet Pam and Scott, especially Scott. She'd heard that he was really something and she wanted to check him out and discover if he found marriage a completely fulfilling arrangement.

The dinner was delicious and all through the meal Beth did her best to make her wishes known to Scott. She laughed hard at all his silly jokes and brushed against him as she passed the food across the table. Then, just to make sure, she played footsie with him, taking off her little shoe and running her stockinged foot up and down his sturdy leg.

But Scott needed nowhere near so much encouragement. Although he'd been married less than a week, that old roving eye of his was at work already. He'd pegged Beth as a hot little piece of ass the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. He was only waiting for the right moment to drag her off in a corner somewhere and fuck her brains out.

In every way, Beth was the exact opposite of Pam. She was very petite, Scott guessed around five feet tall, with a little girl's face. Her figure was great but everything was in miniature because of her size. When Scott imagined how small and tight her pussy probably was, it nearly made him come right there at the table.

"Ready for dessert?" Pam chimed, bursting in on his lecherous thoughts.

Pam brought out a home-made berry cobbler. Scott and Beth gobbled theirs down, the lust smoldering for each other. Then, while the others chatted merrily, Scott watched in amazement as Beth stared right at him and let her second plate of cobbler slide purposely down the front of her pretty white dress.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, jumping up. "I'm such a clod! Excuse me while I clean this up in the bathroom."

She looked at Scott meaningfully and he got her message.

"Here, let me help you," he said quickly. The others looked at him with mixed emotions as he stood up to follow Beth down the hall. Russ' face showed envy, Barb's suspicion, and Pam, although rather worried, said, "Thank you, darling, that's very sweet of you."

So, with his wife's blessing, he dashed toward the bathroom and Beth. When he got there, she had already taken her soiled dress off and was standing in only her white high-heels and, surprisingly, a white garterbelt and stockings.

"Whoa!" Scott exclaimed, shutting the door quietly. "What have we here?"

"God, I'm so hot for you," Beth gushed, throwing her little arms around his waist. "You're everything I'd hoped you'd be!"

Scott picked her tip in his arms and brought her mouth to his. Her tongue went wild the moment their lips met, and she wrapped her legs around his thighs and kissed him as if her life depended on it.

Scott returned her ardor. She was very soft and very nice to squeeze and so he did, running his hands up and down her back underneath the silky curtain of her long, luscious hair.

"We have to hurry," Beth said, panting softly, "we can't stay in here too long."

"Don't worry too much, honey," Scott said, running one hand up between her nearly naked legs, "I don't think anyone will come looking."

"Mmmmmm," Beth moaned, licking down the side of his neck and tasting his salty, masculine flavor. "How do you wanna do it?"

Scott looked around. There was hardly room to lay down and Beth was too short to fuck standing up. Then his eyes hit upon the closed toilet seat and he carried her over there.

"Stand on this, baby, and everything will line up just right, I think," he said, guiding her downward.

Beth stood on the white porcelain throne like a perfect Goddess on a pedestal. Her little pink tits jiggled as Scott let her down and then stepped back to look at her.

"You're lovely," he said, dropping his pants and stepping out of them and his shorts. "Pink perfection."

Naked from the waist down, he stepped up to her. His cock stood straight up. When he leaned against Beth to kiss her again, she was just a little taller than he was and his cock bobbed right against her upper thigh.

Hungrily they kissed, sucking on each other's tongue. While they frenched, Beth's hand took hold of his prick and stroked it, waxing more strengthening blood into its meaty core. Scott's hands were everywhere on her body, finally ending up on the tight, round cheeks of her ass. When Beth bent her knees and drew his cock toward her blonde, fuzzy pussy, Scott pulled her tighter to him, his hands spanning her entire ass.