Bill Randolph - Suck a lot wife

Rots cock leaped inside her shit-chute and Irene bellowed another guttural cry. In the next instant, the teenager blasted his load. His heaving cock, imbedded to the hilt inside her ass, shot frothy spurts of rich boy-jizz into her.

She pressed her face flat on the bed and muffled her screams of pleasure with the bedcovers, still clawing at the sheets as if to steady the wild gyrations whipping her body in every direction.

The teenager rode her ass down onto the bed, his big cock lodged firmly inside her spasming asshole. Their moans gradually reduced to whimpers, each signaling personal pleasure fulfilled.

"My turn!" Pete snapped, grabbing Irene's arms and tugging her across the big bed.

Rory giggled as he yanked his cock out of the curvaceous blonde's ass and rolled over onto his back, still savoring the wonderful fucking. Irene glimpsed the smiling teenager before focusing her attention on the boy's father. Pete was rolling her over on her back and quickly climbing between her legs. His cock, still glistening with her saliva, was once again twitching and wobbling in a sturdy hard-on, his arousal obviously stirred by the lewd show he had watched between her son and his son.

Irene wasn't sure she could handle another cock right now, but she realized she had little choice. Pete wasn't asking. He was determined to fuck her.

"Oooohhhhh, Pete, let me rest!" she pleaded, whimpering.

He didn't respond except to excitedly fuck his long cock into her pussy. She groaned as his cock sank deep into her. His body smacked against hers, and she gasped as his crotch stuck her cuntlips. She yelped as he immediately jerked his cock back out, only to fuck back into her juicy cunthole.

Despite the recent orgasms that had rocked her tender cunt canal, Irene was amazed at how familiar lusty sensations resurfaced. Her pussy, still slick from earlier climaxes, shuddered with renewed arousal. Her pussy sucked and milked the invading prick.

"Gettin' your money's worth tonight, baby!"

Pete hissed, grinning as he fucked into her.

He fucked her in a frenzy, rearing and plunging as if racing to make his pleasure peak. Meanwhile, Irene loved the harsh impacts of his deep, hard fuck-strokes. The jolts of building ecstasy made her tits quiver along with her pussy, and she knew she had a long way to go before the two studs would have her all fucked out.

She locked her arms around Pete's neck and drew him lower. She felt his panting mouth closing in on her heaving tits, and she squealed with delight when he finally chomped on one of her stiff nipples with his teeth and lips. He chewed on the tasty tit-bud, thrilling the horny housewife and driving her to the very edge of consciousness. She pressed his face down onto her tit, anxiously feeding him her tingling tit as she humped her pussy and bounced her ass up and down.

"Yes, Pete, oh, yyyyessss!" she breathed. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me! I can't get enough! Oh, God, help me, I can't get enough!"

Her belly rippled and her pussy squeezed and spumed around his pounding fuckmeat. Her hoarse pleas faded, replaced by gasping pants and whimpers as she banged back against his fucking cock, wantonly impaling her pussy on Pete's long prick.

Impulsively, she grabbed for Rory's semi hard cock and possessively squeezed his prick in her fist. She started pumping the teenager's prick furiously as the boy's father fucked his own cock in and out of her climaxing cunt.

Irene was in a world of total sensuality. Her whole reality was comprised of the wild sensations flowing though her body. She squealed and yelped and screamed as Pete grunted and shot his boiling load into her womb. A second later, Rory's prick swelled in her flying fist and spewed a thin river of jizz into her face.

Irene yelled as her own orgasm carried her into a vortex of mindless pleasure. She glowed as the boy's spunk showered her face and Pete's jism filled her pussy.

She was still gasping and trembling when the bedside phone rang. It was Dan saying how much he missed her and how he couldn't wait to get home to her.

"Oh, me too, darling!" she panted. "I'm so lonesome!"

A week later, when Pete took Rory home to his mother, Irene was momentarily relieved. Pete and his teenaged son had become constant visitors in her bedroom whenever Dan was at work. Her evenings with her husband remained passionate, but the sexual exhaustion was beginning to get to her. Irene worried that her husband would start to suspect something if her wanton affair with the neighborhood father and son combo continued.

Two days after Pete and Rory had left town, however, Irene was missing them. She hadn't realized how addicted she had become to the teenage stud's enormous prick and his father's lusty appetite. Dan was still the loving, horny husband, but Irene could only enjoy him after work. She had, admittedly, become accustomed to regular fucking, and the days now seemed to drag by with agonizing slowness and boredom.

It was the middle of just such an endless, boring afternoon when the phone rang, interrupting Irene's daily masturbation ritual. As if caught in the act, Irene gasped and jerked her fingers from her gooey, sticky cunt at the first sound of the phone. She blushed self-consciously, wiped her slick fingers on the bed sheets and grabbed the phone.

"Irene? This is Michelle," the feminine voice said through the phone after Irene had answered it. "Have you seen Pete Howell lately?"

The sudden question startled the blonde housewife. Her heart pounded and her mind reeled as she struggled to give her neighbor a proper answer. She wasn't anxious to telegraph to the neighborhood her own recent involvement with the local Romeo, and she knew from gossip that Michelle Daniels was one of a long list of neighborhood women Pete fucked regularly.

"Not in a couple of days, Michelle," Irene said slowly. "I think he's gone to try and patch things up with his ex-wife."

"I was afraid of that," Michelle said, a sigh coming through the phone receiver. "I knew his kid was in town. I might have known that bitch would send her kid here to lure Pete back to her."

"I wouldn't know about that," Irene said innocently, trying to calm her racing pulse.

"Sure, I bet," Michelle scoffed with a snicker. "If you aren't busy, honey, I'd like to drop by. I was on my way to the store, but I'd like to have a little chat with you."

"Well, Michelle, I'm busy and…"

"Won't take a minute of your time, honey," Michelle persisted. "Besides, you and I have too much in common not to become friends."

The phone went dead before Irene could respond. Now her nervousness leaped as she hung up the phone and hurried to make herself presentable to her unwelcome guest.

Michelle Daniels was a curvy brunette in her late twenties who, Irene had heard through neighborhood gossip, had been a model before meeting and marrying her husband. Michelle's husband was in his fifties and, according to the rumors, had won Michelle's heart due primarily to his senior position with a local hardware store chain. The hardware chain was known for rewarding long-time employees with liberal retirement benefits, and it was an open secret that Michelle was anxious to help her husband enjoy his generous retirement benefits to the fullest. In the meantime, Michelle had been filling her days engaged in a torrid relationship with Pete Howell. It was clear to Irene as she slipped on shorts and a t-shirt and brushed her long hair that Michelle was hinting about that when she had mentioned the common link between the two women.

Michelle arrived five minutes later, stepping into Irene's house with an aloofness that put the younger woman immediately on the defensive. The brunette appraised Irene openly with a smirky expression, as if sizing up the competition, then helped herself to a chair in the living room.