Bill Randolph: Suck a lot wife

Finally, her panties a thin nylon rope around her ankles, Pete bunched her skirt up around her waist, exposing her golden, bushy cunt. He fondled and caressed her pussy as she widened her legs to give him access to her cunt. He continued to chew on her tits, moving from one to the other, as he fluttered his fingertips through the dense muff of her cunt.

She stirred on the sofa and let out a moan when he moved his fingers into her creamy pussy gash. His fingertips sliced along her slit, teasing and stroking the sensitive tissues, traveling right up to her erect little clit. He touched her magic button and made her squeal with delight.

"Oh, damn, Pete, I've wanted this to happen since we first moved here," she gasped without thinking. "You know exactly what I want and need."

He chuckled hoarsely and continued to toy with her clit. He lightly pinched the horny little bud between two fingertips, making her squeal out again. He laughed louder, loving the power he had over her.

He slipped his fingers back down through her juicy slit, fondling the meaty cunt flaps and pussy pulp while her cuntwalls flexed and spasmed beyond the stroke of his fingers. Her arousal was peaking fast, and Irene constantly purred and sighed and panted as his fingers played her pussy like a sweet instrument.

She wiggled around as he teased her cunthole with a stiffened finger. God, how she wanted him to plunge his finger up into her quivering fuck-tunnel. But, he had another trick to perform, and all Irene could do was grasp as he slipped his fingers down along her ass-crease.

His fingertips were slick with her pussy nectar, and the lubed fingertips skimmed over her brownie.

"Oooohhh, you marvelous, wicked bastard!" she blurted.

"You love it, don't you?" he rasped, nibbling her tits. "You love it especially because you don't know what I'm going to do next. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, oh yes!" she sobbed, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. "I'm so horny for you, Pete!"

"I know," he snapped, flashing a smug smile. "Get on the floor."

She blinked at his order, but recovered and obeyed. As gracefully as possible, she sat on the floor at his feet, then leaned back flat, never moving her eyes off his smiling face.

"Pull that skirt back up over your ass, honey," he said. "I want to keep looking at that pretty blonde pussy."

She could practically feel his hot eyes on her cunt, and Irene trembled. A surge of wanton excitement swept through her as she smiled wantonly up at him. At the same time, she slowly drew her knees up and parted her cuntlips with her thumbs. She could smell the rich aroma of her exposed pussy and she made soft purring sounds deep in her throat. She had never realized how exciting exposing and displaying herself to her handsome neighbor could be. She felt a sort of pride knowing she had the power to momentarily mesmerize the husky stud just by flashing her pussy at him.

He gazed at her cunt for a long time. His gaze crawled over her dark-pink pussy meat and her inner cuntlips. Her clit stood out, quivering and wet at the top of her puffed out pussy gash. Her curly blonde pussy hairs were dark and slippery with the constant oozing of her warm nectar, obviously adding to Pete's own excitement.

"Finger-fuck yourself," he uttered, his voice deep and hoarse.

Slowly and carefully, she used her index finger to rub the edges of her slit. She was covered with pussy juice and her fingers slid around noisily, gliding over the pink pulp until she suddenly snaked a single finger into her cunthole.

"Is this what you like?" she cooed in a soft yoke as her finger vanished inside her cunt.

He nodded, his eyes glued to the erotic sight. She poked her finger knuckle-deep into her churning pussy chamber and felt the pleasant vibrations all the way to her toes. She closed her eyes tightly, her blood racing and her whole body caught up with the sensations in her pussy. She bit her lower lips and cried out sharply, breathing deeply while she rubbed her clit with a circular motion as she fingered her cunthole.

She was shocking herself with this lewd, blatant behavior, but that, in itself, was thrilling. Not even in her fantasies had Irene imagined sprawling out on the floor and masturbating shamelessly in front of Pete or any man other than her husband. What she had found herself doing now only stirred her erotic sensations and increased the intensity of her pleasure.

Her convulsing cuntwalls squeezed around her stabbing finger, and Irene hollered a shrieking whine as the deep rumblings of a climax roared from her depths. Her frigging finger was getting drenched with her hot, sticky cunt fluids, and her clit was heaving mightily, signaling her arousal and passion. She blinked open her eyes and instantly gasped when she focused on the spectacle of Pete, his cock jutting up through his open fly.

Pete, still sitting on the sofa and his eyes still riveted on her activity, was stroking his towering prick with his right fist. Her immediate shock gave way to girlish giggling as her eyes widened at the sight of his cock. Fresh tremors rocked through the horny housewife as she studied her neighbor's prick. It was larger than Dan's, but not quite as thick. Still, Irene shuddered as she imagined his long, bony cock slicking up into her creamy cunthole.

"What's wrong?" he said, adding a throaty chuckle, but not stopping his jacking off motions. "Hubby doesn't beat off for you?"

"Not lately," she said huskily. "We're usually top anxious to get down to business."

He laughed. "Young love is something special," he chided. "I hope this doesn't offend you, but I couldn't help it. Watching you fingerfuck your pretty pussy just got to me."

"I love your cock," she whispered, a dreamy expression slipping aver her lovely face. "I can't wait to have it inside my pussy."

"Well, honey, just keep stirring the juices and I'll give you your wish," he chuckled. "Stick another finger into your cunt and really give it a workout. I want your sweet little pussy boiling before I fuck you."

Irene didn't hesitate as she added a second finger to her convulsing fuckhole. She felt giddy and hot as she buried her fingers into her seething cunt. She broke out in beads of perspiration as her orgasm began to erupt.

She squealed and squirmed on the floor as she climaxed. Urgent little gasping sounds escaped her throat and her entire body spasmed. She felt her pussy clutching at her stabbing fingers, sucking the digits deeper and harder into her churning fuck-tunnel.

"Hey, that'll be enough of that, young lady," he jokingly scolded, coming off of the sofa and letting his slacks fail to his ankles. "You're beginning to enjoy that shit too much." He stepped out of his shoes and slacks.

"Don't worry, Pete," she cooed, stretching her long legs and grinning up at him. "I could never forget that you are here. Being married to Dan has certainly taught me that fingers are no substitute for a real flesh-and-blood, hard cock."

Pete laughed as he lay down beside her on the floor. Impulsively, Irene climbed over him and lowered her head between his legs. She pushed her hair over one shoulder and kissed the tip of his cock. She swirled her tongue hungrily over his fuck-knob and held his prickshaft in her fist while she polished his cockhead with the flat of her tongue.

"Good girl!" Pete rasped, reaching down to stroke her soft blonde curls. "I like women of action. Go to it, lady. Wet down my cock before I fuck you."

He lowered his hands to her jiggling tits and played with them while she licked and sucked his beefy cock. He lurched forward suddenly and shoved his cock into the back of her throat.

Irene moaned, loving the blistering friction of his long prick gliding between her wet lips. His cockhead, unusually fat and bloated, nudged the back of her throat, and the horny housewife savored the sensation. Gagging on her husband's fuckmeat had never bothered her, and she was happy to discover similar erotic pleasures when Pete's cockhead threatened to clog her windpipe. She loved the challenge of being able to take his whole cock into her sucking mouth, and she worked furiously to complete such a task with Pete's long prick.