Bill Randolph: Suck a lot wife

Her shitter squeezed and milked Pete's prick. In the next moment, Pete grunted and blasted his load into her bowels. Impulsively, Irene responded by jamming her right hand back between her legs and stuffing two fingers up into her churning, juicy cunthole. Furiously, she finger-fucked her pussy tight through her tremendous orgasm as her ass gobbled up Pete's thick spunk.

"That's it, baby!" Pete hissed, hammering his cock frantically into her shitter. "I'm creaming your sweet ass!"

Her asshole and pussy convulsed at the same time, leaving Irene weak and trembling as she sobbed her pleasure and collapsed flat on the bed. She clutched at the sheets and wailed, thrilling to the sensations of her shitter squeezing around Pete's spurting prick.

At last it was over, and Pete had freed his cock from her brownie. They giggled like a couple of teenagers, excited and thrilled by their wanton activity and the satisfying glow it had given them both.

"Yeah, I think my kid will really appreciate me for lining him up with some hot little lady," Pete mused, lightly rubbing Irene's round asscheeks. "I'm tempted to keep you all to myself. That's how special you are to me, honey. You and your hot pussy."

Irene had momentarily forgotten their earlier discussion about Pete's son coming to visit them, and her role in the boy's sexual education. Now, her original doubts surfaced.

"Pete, I'm not sure it'll be a good idea for me to give your son lessons in fucking," she said. "Teenage boys can be very shy. I'd hate to frighten him."

"Honey, he'll take one look at you and beg me to let him stay with me permanently," Pete snickered. "The kid'll think he's died and gone to heaven!"

"Well, I just hope I'm doing the right thing," she said, masking the delicious, intriguing prospect of breaking in a teenaged stud.

Already she felt a tingling fluttering in her pussy as she mulled the wanton idea through her mind. Damn, she thought, I really am a hot cunt slut!

"When did you say Rory was coming?" she asked innocently.

Pete laughed and gave her ass an open-palm slap, reading right through her innocent act. She didn't bother to hide her blushing face from him as she joined in his throaty chuckling.

The evening had become an emotional mixed bag for Irene. Dan had come home from work with the news that he had to leave for a convention the following morning and he would be gone for three days. It was to be a working convention in which wives were discouraged from accompanying their husbands to the out of state meeting. On the other hand, Pete's son, Rory, was expected to arrive the next morning to begin his month-long visit with Pete. With Dan safely out of town, Irene could devote uninterrupted attention to the teenager's sexual education. The notion made her pussy hot and wet, and substantially lessened the pain of being separated from Dan.

"This has to hold me for three days, baby," Dan whispered, corkscrewing his prick in and out of his wife's juicy cunt. "Shit, I don't know if I can take being away from you that long."

"Me, too," she whispered, panting as his stabbing prick ignited an intense spasming inside her pussy passage. "I'll miss you so much, darling."

"At least we have tonight to say our good-byes," he rasped, his cock surging inside her vibrating pussy.

Irene was sprawled in the bed, her legs spread wide and her knees elevated, giving his pounding prick a perfect target. She groaned as her pleasure intensified, and smacked her lips. She could still taste his fuckmeat from the recent mouth-fucking he had given her, and the pleasant memory caused waves of erotic tremors to rock through her. Having his cock where his tongue had so recently been was also a marvelous way to cap off their last night together for three whole days.

Dan had so thoroughly licked and lapped at her pussy that he had driven, her to three separate climaxes. Now, with his cock pistoning in and out of her soupy snatch, a fourth orgasm was threatening to erupt momentarily, and she gritted her teeth as her nerves grew taut and her body shuddered.

She had suffered moments of guilt ever since her wild adventure with Pete, but nothing as distressing as she had feared. She seemed to have convinced herself that Pete had been on target when he suggested she was just too horny for one man. Besides, Irene knew fucking with Pete had nothing to do with love. Her true love and affection belonged completely to her husband, and she was sure that wouldn't change, regardless of how many times she enjoyed Pete's cock.

Her clit danced crazily as Dan's prick stuffed her cunthole. She squealed with delight each time his invading prick rubbed against her clit. Sizzling sensations tickled her entire twat and her creamy fuck-tunnel sleeved her husband's cock with loud, lewd sounds.

"Harder, honey!" she gasped as she humped up and down against his impaling fuckmeat. "Give it to me hard and deep! Ooohhhh, yes, yes, Danny! That's why I love you so much! You know just how I like it!"

"Shit, I should," he snorted. "I'm the one who taught you how to fuck."

"Oh, yes, yyyeeessss!" she shrieked, her orgasm booming through her pussy. "Fuck me! Fuck mmmmeeee!"

He clutched her tits in his hands as he banged her pussy fiercely. His manly ass whip-sawed furiously and his labored breaths left his whole body heaving. His cock pumped viciously in and out of her syrupy cunthole, drilling through the shuddering membranes of her cunt canal and stretching her slippery cuntwalls to the limit. Her gushing nectar drenched his prick, showering the engorged male-meat.

It was during these particular moments that Irene realized how satisfying Dan's cock was. She loved the fat fullness of his fuck shaft and the way it plugged her cunt cavern. Pete's long cock, capable of deep penetration, didn't gave her as much pleasure as her husband's. In that instance, her secret fantasies about fucking Pete hadn't matched the reality of the action. Still, the novelty of a strange cock inside her was more than enough to thrill her. And, very soon, she would get to experience yet another strange cock!

Her senses buzzed as she wondered what young Rory's prick would be like. For the first time in her life, Irene was discovering just how unequal men were created. Then, suddenly, the gleeful ecstasy of her current climax washed away all other thoughts except those of Dan and what his cock was doing to her.

She squealed and contorted beneath him as her trembling twat shook his plowing prick with a frenzied series of spasms.

Dan's cock leaped inside her coming cunt just as his frothy spunk blasted into her womb. He growled and slammed his spurting prick to the hilt into her clutching pussyhole. He left it wedged there briefly until the first wave of his jizz splattered into her, then he started pumping his fuckmeat in and out of her cunt once again.

Irene instantly threw her legs around his waist and arched her back. Her greedy pussy sucked up his spunk as the man and wife yelled out their ecstasy.

Later, they lay in a tender embrace and slept. Irene enjoyed especially pleasant dreams as Dan left his spent cock lodged inside her pussy throughout the night. His morning hard-on was put to good use when they awoke.

Irene spent a busy morning and early afternoon taking care of some last-minute shopping and housecleaning while keeping an anxious eye open for Rory's arrival. She realized Pete would probably want to spend some time getting reacquainted with his son before turning him over to her, but she couldn't dismiss her growing impatience as the afternoon turned into early evening.

She made excuses to find chores needing her attention outside so that she could watch for the boy's arrival. As dusk approached, however, Pete's house remained dark and empty. They're probably having dinner together out somewhere, she reasoned as she fixed a meal for herself and sat down to eat.