Bill Randolph: Suck a lot wife

"I thought I was going to pass out," she admitted, lowering her hands down over her puffy, come-soaked pussy. She patted the bushy cunt protectively, soothingly and smiled at her husky neighbor. "I can sure see where you get your reputation as a cocksman, Mr. Pete Howell."

He chuckled and shrugged as he reached over and helped her to her feet. "Just wait until I get you on a nice, comfortable bed, lady," he said with a fast wink. "I don't do my best work on a hard floor."

Irene giggled as they strolled toward the bedroom. His hand rested on her swaying hips as they entered the bedroom. She sighed, loving the squishy feeling of his come inside her cunt.

Pete unzipped her skirt and watched as it fell to the floor. Irene shivered as she stood totally nude in front of his appraising eyes.

"Very, very nice," he said, reaching out to squeeze her mammoth tits. "I knew you and I would get around to becoming close friends."

"That's what you say to all the ladies in the neighborhood," Irene giggled. "I've heard about you, Pete. Word is out on you. You're the swinging cocksman of the neighborhood. No female with hair is safe with you on the prowl."

Pete snickered as he maneuvered Irene back onto the bed. "Safe! My ass!" he laughed. "I could claim rape in a few cases. I never saw so many horny ladies in one area in my life. Shit, you can't blame a guy for doing his best to soothe whatever aches them."

Irene merely chuckled. It crossed her mind that Pete was a divorced man today just because he saw it as his duty to satisfy the bored, horny house wives in the area. Meanwhile, she wasn't about to remind him of that small detail. She was having too much fun enjoying the way he was rubbing her nipples and massaging her tits. Besides, she didn't want to think about her own situation. Wasn't she doing the same as Pete? Wasn't she risking her own marriage just to get her lusty kicks? The troubling thoughts lingered in her mind just long enough to momentarily cool her horny arousal.

"What's wrong?" Pete asked, eyeing her with concern. "You're getting tense all of a sudden."

"Oh, it's nothing," she said lightly, hoping to avoid the subject.

"You're worried about Dan, aren't you?" he said, pressing the point as he teased her nipples. "Look, Irene, you might as well face the fact that you need more than one man to take care of you. I've known lots of women like you, baby. You've got a super hot cunt, and one man just can't put out your fire. Understand? You're cock-crazy, honey. Plain and simple."

"Pete! You make me sound like some slut or nympho," she said, squirming beneath his manipulations of her tits.

"Don't let it piss you off," he said, grinning as he ducked his head down closer to her tits. "Hell, most men love hot-blooded women. At the same time, you owe yourself the fulfillment of your needs."

The way he said it made perfect sense to her.

Irene closed her eyes and savored the wonderful sensations of his active tongue lashing across her nipple. She moaned as the pink bud stiffened and tingled. At the same time, she felt a flutter of excitement in her cunt, and she knew the brief freezing of her passions was thawing.

Pete kissed and licked his way down Irene's body, pausing at her hairy pussy and soft, white, inner thighs. Irene shifted her ass and opened her legs even wider, silently offering her hot pussy to his nibbling, prying lips.

He kept his hands on her tits as he bobbed his head over her twat. He flicked his tongue through her bushy cunt muff, licking the clinging drops of syrupy from her slick pussy pulp. Irene instantly yelped and arched her back, thrusting her pussy up and against his hot mouth.

"Oooohhh, Pete, you make me feel so good!" she swooned. "Eat my pussy, darling! Tongue-fuck me just like…"

He glanced up, grinning. "Just like your husband," he said, finishing her wards for her. "Is that what you were going to say?"

She nodded, but kept gently humping her cunt up and down, offering herself to him.

"I'm about to make you forget your husband. At least temporarily," he said. "Just wait and see."

Good to his word, Pete wasted little time slicing his tongue through her creamy cunt gash. Irene gasped, then shrieked as his tongue played with her clit. He lapped his tongue back and forth over the slippery button, driving her wild with desire.

"Oooohhh, God," she cried, bouncing her ass up and down on the bed. "I can't stand it, Pete! You're killing me!"

He kept tongue-whipping her clit mercilessly licking the tender button, giving it no rest. Soon, Irene was convulsing involuntarily and her cunt was awash with thick, clear fuck nectar. Still Pete lashed his tongue across her stiff clit.

Just as her orgasm rippled throughout her fuck-tunnel and twisted her body into lewd gyrations, he lifted his juice-smeared mouth, gripped her thighs and heaved her over onto her face. It happened so fast that Irene was helpless to prevent it or to understand what was about to take place.

He propped her up on her knees making her shapely ass lift up lewdly as he settled behind her on his knees. In the next instant, Irene felt his spongy cockhead poking against her asscrack. She felt a tiny tremor in her cunt and moaned throatily as his prick-knob pressed inside her ass-crease.

"I'm going to stick my cock right into your asshole, baby," Pete warned. "I'm going to make you love it."

He rubbed his cockhead up and down her asscrack, creating a fierce situation across this most sensitive region of her body. His nectar glazed fuck-knob lubed her puckered asshole and made her shiver in horny anticipation. Her asshole flexed automatically, and her pussy convulsed as she moaned into her pillow.

Suddenly, his hands gripping her hips, Pete fucked his cock forward and grunted as his enormous prickhead popped into her tight asshole. Irene cried out as the initial penetration happened. Her body jerked forward as her wails deepened. Her head bolted up and her hoarse, guttural scream came unhindered from her mouth.

"It gets better," he rasped. "Just hang on." He fucked forward once again, this time driving more of his fuckmeat into her gripping shitter. Then, following a moment's delay, he shoved the rest of his cock to the hilt into her shit-chute.

Irene bucked beneath him, howling cries of pain and pleasure as his cock stabbed her ass. Her buttery brownie enveloped the pile-driving fuckmeat as sizzling sensations gradually overshadow the scorching discomfort. The pain gave way to pleasure even as Pete started withdrawing his prick from her asshole.

"Give it to me, Pete!" she squealed. "Ooohhhhh, fuck, don't hold back now!"

He hammered his long cock back into her shitter, almost knocking the breath out of her. After two or three more deep fuckstrokes into her ass, Pete was gathering speed with his thrusts, and Irene was beside herself with raw ecstasy. Her pussy burned with desire almost as much as the overwhelming heat blazing inside her tortured asshole.

"You wild bitch!" Pete rasped, slapping one of her upturned asscheeks. "I knew you'd love getting your ass fucked."

He fucked his cock in and out of her tight ass as Irene shrieked with pleasure. He reached around and clutched her naked tits as he settled into a steady rhythm of fucking.

"Aaahhhh, it's so deep!" she wailed, pushing her ass back to meet his hearty fuckstrokes. "DO it, Pete! Don't stop! Fuck my ass, darling! Make me love it!"

Pete chuckled hoarsely as he squeezed her dangling tits and pistoned his prick in and out of her asshole. His strokes were steady and deep, driving his fat cockhead right into her bowels.

All of the previous pain had vanished, leaving Irene engulfed in sensation. "Oooohhh, God, I love it, Pete! I love it so fucking much!" she yelled, her big tits swinging back and forth in his hands. "I'm coming, Pete. My pussy is coming!"