George Tipton - Wild hot bride

His cock, through, took the entire fury of her orgasm, Scott thought her powerful contractions might wring his prick right off of his body.

"Mmmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" she cried, her screams loud, despite his hand.

Scott held on, humping her from beginning to end of her mind-blowing climax. Sweat rings formed under the arms of his shirt, but he didn't notice. He just closed his eyes and kept on thrusting, hoping that all his years of practice and experience would be enough to satisfy this little blonde wildcat.

She gnawed at his hand like an animal, her cunt bathing his surging prick in its slick, savory juices. Then, slowly, her dancing shudders began to ebb, slowing and losing some of their intensity.

At that point, Scott let loose. His balls bucked and a great rain of white cum-cream fell inside of Beth's pussy. To keep his own lusty moans down to a minimum, Scott bit his lip and held his mouth tightly closed. He panted through his nose, giving vent to some of his built-up fucking pressure, lest he explode. But the majority of his fucking power blasted out of his prick, showing Beth no mercy.

When, at last, they stood trembling together, his prick slithering from her pussy and dripping on the rug, they again realized the situation they had put themselves in. Beth saw her dress soaking in a pink puddle of water in the sink and it all came back to her.

"What do we do now?" she asked, watching as Scott casually hitched up his pants.

"Here," he said, tossing her a towel, "clean yourself up and put this on. We'll tell 'em we rubbed real hard, but the juice wouldn't come out."

He laughed at his own weak joke and then strode out the door, leaving Beth standing on the toilet, a rivulet of come running dawn her right inner thigh, a pink towel clutched in her hands.

When Scott and Beth reappeared from the bathroom, the others greeted them with nervous laughter. Scott simply sat back down at the table and Pam brought him his coffee.

When Barb saw her sister wearing only a towel, she hurried Beth away and loaned her a pair of jeans and a T-shirt to wear home. The clothes hung on the little blonde and before too long her uncomfortable outfit and a complete lack of attention from Scott sent her home in disgust.

After Beth left, the party quickly died.

Russ seemed rather amused by his little brother's suspected antic, and Barb was terribly embarrassed her sister had done something like this. She excused herself as soon as she could and went upstairs to bed. It wasn't long before the others followed, with Scott and Pam wishing Russ goodnight and then turning into their honeymoon suite, right next door to Barb's and Russ' room.

While Russ undressed, he could tell that his wife was still fuming about her sister's behavior. Russ thought that was kind of cute. While he'd never fucked Beth himself, he knew plenty of guys who had and said she was a great one. He had to admit that if she hadn't been his own wife's sister he might have enjoyed fucking her a time or two himself.

"Don't be so hard on her," he said as he slid naked into bed. He touched his wife's thigh and discovered she was naked, too. "Beth is just a kid."

"Yeah, but Scott's a married man!" Barb said, a bit too emphatically. "He should have told her no."

"Well," Russ said, not wanting to work her up any more than she obviously already was, "maybe he did say no. How do we know for sure they did anything at all?"

Barb just looked at her husband and glared. She comes out wearing a towel and him grinning from ear to ear. "You tell me what they were up to."

"Okay, okay," Russ said, puffing back. "So they fucked each other. Don't take it out on me, it isn't my fault. Besides, it's not our business. That kind of stuff is for Scott and Pam to work out."

He pulled his wife to him and, surprisingly, she came. Then he kissed the nape of her neck and she wiggled back against him. Instantly Russ could feel his prick starting to swell as it was bumped against the soft curve of Barb's naked ass.

"I don't know how she stands it," Barb went on. "He made a fool of her tonight and she didn't even seem to care. She just pretended it wasn't happening. Pam's not a stupid woman. What does she see in a shit like Scott?"

"Whoa, now!" Russ exclaimed. "That's my brother you're insulting! Watch it!"

"I'm sorry," Barb said, turning around to face her husband, "he may be your brother, but tonight he was a number one shit!"

"Yeah, because your sister came on to him and wouldn't quit!"

That shut her up and she flipped back over again, turning her back. They were silent, each thinking up mean things to say to the other and wondering if it was a good idea. Then, there in the darkness, they began to hear sounds, sounds that made both of them squirm with embarrassment and lust.

Next door, Pam had thrown herself on her husband. Just as the others were certain he had fucked Beth, so was she and she was determined to wear him out so he would be in no condition to continue his little affair. Scott had barely gotten his clothes off before she was fucking him like crazy. Their bed creaked and the headboard banged against the wall that separated their room from Barb's and Russ'. The feuding couple heard and recognized the sounds of passion coming in from next door.

Barb closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but it was impossible. The clanging and banging from next door was just too much. Then, when Pam began to moan, the sound was like fingernails down a blackboard for Barb. Despite her anger at her husband and his asshole of a brother, she felt her insides heating up. Still, even though she was hot, her pussy moist with lust, she did nothing.

So, her nipples swelling, she remained still.

Russ listened, too, with no little interest. He could hear Pam's moans of lust and Scott's grunts of effort and he grinned. Women always liked it best when they were treated a little wrong. His prick jumped just thinking about the kind of fuck his brother was probably getting. With a big woman like Pam, a man could really let himself go, Russ thought.

His prick brushed against the cheeks of Barb's ass. Russ could also hear his wife's labored breathing. She's getting hot, toot he said to himself, happily. But he didn't touch her yet. He wanted her ripe and ready for his prick.

Barb's body got hot all over. She could feel the end of her husband's cock knocking against her wet cunt-crack and it drove her crazy. What she really wanted to do was reach behind herself and take hold of his prick. She'd yank on it a few times and then turn around and fuck it for all she was worth. They'd show those two noisy fuckers next door that, after a year of marriage, she and Russ could still make the old bedsprings rattle.

But she didn't let herself do it. It was a matter of principle.

Russ waited, listening to her turn on, getting hotter and hotter. Her breathing was very laud in the still room now, and he could feel her body trembling from time to time, shaking the mattress as a further example of her growing lust. He wanted to wait until she turned around to him, because he knew that eventually she would, but he couldn't stand it himself. His prick was hard and he wanted to fuck Barb very badly.

Wiggling forward, he cupped her back, his prick following the curve of her ass. Then he reached over her one shoulder to cup one of her quivering tits. His face nuzzled into the back of her head and along her neck, licking and kissing and nibbling.

"Doesn't sound like Pam's too mad, honey," he said, squeezing her nipple. "If she doesn't mind what her husband does, I don't think you should either. Come on, let's don't make their problems our problems. Listen! They're fucking like bunnies! How 'bout it?"

Barb wanted to say no, she really did. She wanted to tell Russ to go fuck himself. But she couldn't. She was too hot to turn down the great fuck she could always count on her husband to give her.