Bill Randolph - Suck a lot wife

Her moist lips were stretched wide by his gigantic cock, and Irene trembled in erotic anxiety as she feasted on the boy's huge prick. If she could tame his insufferable attitude, she knew this boy with his man-sized prick could bring her hours of pure sensation. Instantly, she was determined in her efforts to get more out of the boy than he was expecting to give.

As he moaned and panted and started fucking her face faster and faster, Irene abruptly pulled her mouth off his prick. She grinned up at the bewildered teenager and smacked her lips.

"Mmmmm, not too bad for starters," she said. She rose, curled her fingers around the thick base of his cock and turned to step from the kitchen. "Follow me!" she snapped, tugging on his hard, aching cock, using his prick like a leash.

"Hey, take it easy, lady!" he protested, his high-pitched giggle testifying to his nervousness and confusion. "If you think I'm about to run away, you've got another think coming."

Irene's mind reeled as she pulled the boy into her bedroom. She had learned a thing or two about men in the course of her marriage and also during her brief affair with Pete. While men generally had good intentions about taking care of woman sexually, Irene knew they performed such tasks much better if the fire remained in their balls. With this young, cocky stud, she wasn't taking any chances. While his stiff cock was saliva-slickened and wobbling with rigid need, she decided to get the most out of him.

Her heart pounded as she quickly stripped off her clothes. God, she was hot! Sucking the boy's monster prick had stirred her pussy into a fluttering, overheated cave, desperate for attention and aching to encase the boy's tremendous slab of fuckmeat.

When she was nude, she faced the gaping boy and smiled. She cupped her heavy tits in her hands and squeezed the ripe melons.

"What's the matter, stud?" she chided. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Naw, shit naw," he mumbled, drinking in the sight of her luscious, naked body. His cock wobbled lewdly as she gazed at her golden haired cunt and the wet sliver of pink meat that peeked through the dense blonde.

"Get on the bed, Rory," she and cooed, softening her tone automatically as her own excitement soared. "With all of your worldly experience, I'm sure you like to eat pussy."

"Well, really, lady, only a few times, but."

She didn't allow him to finish the stammered words. She climbed over him and pressed him down flat on his back. Without hesitating, she crawled up and straddled his face.

"Show me how much you like my pussy, Rory," she purred, pressing her wet cunt down firmly on his mouth. "Show me what you can do."

The boy gasped under her and thrashed his its wildly, unsure initially as the blonde-haired pussy abruptly covered his face. Then, almost in self-defense, he gulped and munched on her plump pussy flap. He made strange choking sounds at first as he accustomed himself to her suffocating cunt.

Electric jolts of pleasure shot through Irene's clit as the boy's awkward mouthing fired her horny membranes. She shifted around on his face, rubbing her juicy cunt against his lips, chin and nose. Her pussy convulsed and slits felt the immediate willing of rich nectar from her cunt hole onto his slurping mouth. The sexy blonde arched her back and shrieked as the incredible orgasm rocked her senses.

At the same time, the boy seemed to catch on to a proper rhythm of tongue-stroking and licking, adding to Irene's ecstasy. As her body shuddered, she turned around on his face, ducked down across his squirming body and eagerly popped his huge cock into her wet mouth.

Rory's groan of pleasure caused wondrous vibrations throughout Irene's spasming cunt channel, and he was instantly rewarded with more gushing cunt honey. As he drank down the horny housewife's pussy juice, Irene slobbered over his jutting prick.

She feasted hungrily on young fuckmeat, marveling at the mammoth size of the prick. Her fingers busily and frantically milked his come bloated balls as she nursed on his cock. She bobbed her head up and down, sliding her moist lips over the long length of his fuckmeat.

When he blasted his thick load into her mouth, Irene groaned passionately and choked it down her throat, unaware of Pete standing in the doorway, pumping his own hard prick furiously in his fist and grinning in lewd excitement at the erotic activity taking place on the bed.

"You look real natural sucking a cock," Pete said, chuckling as he moved toward the bed.

Irene was stunned and practically choked on Rory's rich spunk as she jerked her head up and saw Pete strolling toward her. He was still holding his rigid cock in his right hand, and he was making it obvious that he intended to use it on her.

"Pete!" she gasped. "What are you doing here!"

He shrugged and started stripping off his shirt and slacks. "Had to check on my kid," he said. "Besides, I knew you're a big girl who shouldn't have much trouble taking care of a boy and his old man." He winked as he finished stripping. "You should be more careful about locking your backdoor. Especially with your husband out of town."

Almost as an afterthought, Irene moved off the teenager and fought to recover from the shock of Pete's surprised appearance. Rory blinked up sheepishly at his dad, his boyish face smeared with the horny blonde's cunt cream.

"She's everything I said she was, right, kid?" Pete said to his son, flashing an ear-to-ear grin.

The boy licked his lips and nodded eagerly. "You bet, Dad," he said, reaching over and rubbing Irene's shapely ass. "She's a real tiger."

Irene listened to this father and son reunion with blinking dismay. Still, she couldn't ignore the surge of excitement swelling inside her body. Two cocks, she had heard, were better than one. The small fact that she was between a boy and his dad only made the situation more erotically appealing.

"She's about to be a well-fucked tiger," Pete said, snickering as he stepped to the foot of the bed and wiggled his prick at Irene. "Crawl over here, honey, and put your lips around this little fella."

Irene obeyed, actually crawling over the bed on her hands and knees until she managed to lean forward and swirl her tongue over Pete's engorged prick-knob. She lapped at it like a dog tongue-swiping a bone. Residue of Rory's come still moistened her lips as she tongued Pete's cockhead. Erotic shudders caused her body to sway and tremble as she licked and nibbled on the tip end of Pete's prick.

Seconds later, she felt Rory's hands delving curiously over her upturned round ass and occasionally exploring between her trembling, naked thighs. He was tickling her puffy, juicy cuntlips from behind when she gulped Pete's cockhead inside her mouth.

Irene moaned as she feasted on Pete's cockknob. At the same time, Rory was becoming bolder and bolder behind her. She shivered joyously when the boy slid a finger over her clit and started to toy with her swollen button. Then, he sank a finger into her tight, deep cunt canal, feeling the soft, slick walls.

Irene, keeping her lips clamped around Pete's cockhead, glanced up at the older man's proud expression. It was apparent that he approved of his son's wanton probing, and Irene couldn't deny the churning sensations swirling through her cunt as the teenager toyed with her.

Pete held Irene's face between his hands and started pumping his prick deeper into her receptive mouth. "That's the way, honey," he rasped. "Take all of my cock inside your mouth. This is all so damn educational for the kid."

There was no way Irene could forget about the boy behind her. She expressed her soaring ecstasy by slobbering and sucking wildly on Pete's cock, but Rory's cunt-fingering was driving her into a passionate frenzy. The boy skewered his finger in and out of her pussy in urgent little jabs, and her greedy pussy sucked and squeezed on the poking digit.