Bill Randolph - Suck a lot wife

"Oh, yeah, Danny, fuck me! Ooohhhh, that feels so damn good!" The lithe blonde on the bed writhed in ecstasy, her luscious, naked body glistening with a sweaty sheen as her handsome husband fucked his prick in and out of her syrupy cunthole.

The bed quaked beneath the lovers, and Irene Boyer savored the delicious scents and sounds of their passionate fucking. She was humping up and down, slamming her furry pussy up to meet every one of Dan's fierce fuck-thrusts. She squealed each time their bodies collided and his engorged prick-knob sliced up into the churning depths of her cunt channel. Her larger-than-average tits jiggled and swayed, tantalizing her horny husband's hot gaze as he fucked his cock into her seething fuckhole.

For the twenty-two-year-old wife, her year of marriage had been filled with nights such as this, and Irene could only crave more of the hot action. She had come so far from the shy virgin of her wedding night. Now the lusty blonde needed fucking almost as much as her husband.

Dan's large hands kneaded the pliant flesh of her big tits as he moaned his pleasure. "My fucking balls are on fire, honey!" he gasped. "Shit, your hot pussy drives me wild!"

"I know, darling. I know," she groaned. "Just keep fucking me. Ooohhh, I love it when you bang me so hard with your big prick!"

Her welcoming cunt opened up to his penetrating cock. Her creamy cuntwalls squeezed around the invading fuckmeat, greedily choking his prick as Dan slammed his cock in and out of her pussy. Irene's throbbing little clit seemed to grow as his rubbing cockshaft massaged it while filling her pussy cavity and triggering the steady flow of her clear, sticky fuck juices.

Irene bounced her shapely ass up and down, then started rotating her hips in wide circles, altering the penetration of his tireless prick. She giggled with delight as his pistoning cock attacked her tender cunthole from a different angle, and she impulsively wrapped her long legs around his bucking ass. She clung to her husband, digging her fingernails into his strong, broad shoulders and continued to hump back at his pounding fuck-strokes.

Her love and desire for her husband melted together as she experienced the familiar outpouring of sensation and affection while their bodies locked. She couldn't get enough of him, and it thrilled her to know Dan was constantly hungry for her body.

She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the, troubling feelings of sudden lust she had felt earlier in the evening while chatting with their neighbor, Pete Howell. For weeks, Irene had been making excuses to bump in to the thirty-eight-year-old neighbor, but it wasn't until tonight that she faced up to her behavior.

I must be crazy, she told herself as her pussy milked ocher husband's pile-driving fuckmeat and she cried out in ecstasy. I'm either crazy and becoming a slutty nympho!

She tried to ignore the troubling thoughts as she concentrated on the exquisite fucking Dan was giving her. She was only partially successful. Despite the joyous sensations engulfing her, Irene remained a prisoner to the disquieting notion that she was horny for Pete Howell. Jesus, what had happened to the shy virgin she had been just one short year ago?

In quieter, more reflective moments, Irene guessed that Dan had unlocked the seething desires boiling inside her curvaceous, young body. After all, it had been Dan who had taken her cherry on their wedding night. It had been Dan, and only Dan, who had fed her a steady supply of cock during the year of their marriage. It had obviously been Dan who had addicted her to fucking and sucking and other lewd sexual experimentation.

In and out Dan fucked while Irene whimpered and moaned beneath him. "Oh, oh, oooohhh!" she sighed. "Oh, honey, don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop fucking me! I need it so bad! Fuck me with your hard, big cock! Aaahhh, yes, yyyeeesss, I love that so fucking much!"

"I'm gonna come, baby," Dan warned as his body suddenly stiffened. "Oh, shit, your tight little pussy is sucking the come right out of me?"

"Don't worry, Danny," she gasped. "Don't hold back, darling, give me your come. Shoot it into me. Fill me up with your hot spunk! Oh, fuck, it blows my mind when you blast your hot load into my pussy!"

His warning promise, nit always did, fired her pussy and caused her cunt to convulse even more violently against him. The first time Irene had ever felt the glorious sensations of an orgasm had been on her wedding night, right at the moment Dan had spewed thick, pulpy jism into her. From that time to the present, feeling his foamy jizz spurting into her pussy usually triggered her own climax, like a conditioned response. It had become an automatic thing, and Irene certainly wasn't complaining.

She had listened to the terrible tales of neighbor ladies and other friends reciting their inability to come with their lovers. Irene could merely smile and remember how wonderful it was not to have such a problem. In fact, she enjoyed multiple orgasms more often than not, occasionally coming even while sucking Dan's cock. It was just another example of her horny nature developing.

Her handsome husband had taught her everything she knew about fucking, and Irene could only conclude that he was responsible for her ability to come so readily and satisfying. As her erotic thoughts wandered toward Pete Howell or any other attractive male stranger she happened to spot while shopping or driving around town, she couldn't help but also wonder if a stranger could make her so fast on the trigger.

She screamed loudly as she felt her husband's cock surge inside her trembling fuckhole. He continued to batter her pussy with his bloated cock, and she prepared herself to accept his jetting load. Her cuntwalls flexed and spasmed and her pussy tissues vibrated in a frenzy. Involuntary shudders rocked throughout her juicy cunt channel, and Irene knew their twin explosions would soon rip through them.

"I want it, Dan!" she cried, a raspy, throaty plea. "Give me your came! Oh, honey, I want to feel it shoot inside me! Hard and deep! Flood my pussy, darling! Aaaahhhh, I know it's coming, baby! I know it! Please, Danny, fill me up! Give me every precious drop of your hot load!"

Coherent thought became impossible. The only reality for Irene now was the grinding, thrusting, humping motions of their bodies convulsing toward orgasm. Over and over they heaved and arched, straining for the rapture that was just seconds away.

The slow build gathered speed and intensity, and the hard waves of ecstasy crashed over Irene's taut nerves. She felt it coming, a thunderous explosion waiting for the ultimate peak before tearing through her lust-contorted body. The fierce spasms gripped her cunthole and threatened to turn her tender pussy inside out, and still Dan hammered his trembling cock in and out of her overheated fuck-tunnel.

"Aaahhh, ooohhhh!" Irene shrieked. "Ohhhh, I'm coming! I'm coming, darling! Keep pumping! Keep fucking me!"

Her body controlled her completely as her orgasm swept over her. Up and down she gyrated, matching the tempo of Dan's powerful fuck-thrusts.

"Take it, baby!" he howled. "I'm coming, too! Here it is! Ooohhh, yes, yes, take it all, baby! Suck it up with your hungry pussy!"

His prick exploded deep inside her, sending spurts of boiling come channeling into her. Irene went out of her mind with lusty abandon. Her own cunt contorted with mindless ecstasy again and again as she flooded the shooting cock with her cunt cream. She couldn't control the sobs that accompanied her release, nor did she want to. It felt so good, so incredibly good!