John Friday - Willing wife swappers

But Don's raging passion had not yet reached the level of explosive force. He loved the frantic, clinging gasps that came from Kathy's lips. He liked even more the grinding rasp of her wet throat. Ellen knew how to bend her neck and ease the passage of a rigid cock. Kathy bucked and fought against his driving prick, wet muscles clawing at his cockshaft each time he thumped his prick in.

He pressed forward, feeling the strength that comes with commanding cock control. Kathy swayed backwards, arms reaching out, pawing the rug to retain her balance.

"Down on your back, you little bitch!" The raw force of fuck hunger demanded that he get on top of her, in position to drive even harder.

Don kept pushing, mindless of bet protests. Kathy had to swivel her legs around to keep him from breaking them as he rammed her back beyond all hope of balance.

Kathy felt herself pitching backward. Don's long cock slipped out from between her pulsing lips. "Yyyaaahhh!" she howled, then gulped in precious air. She sprawled on the fleecy rug, writhing with delight at its sensuous touch.

Don towered over her, his stiff cock shining in the flickering glow. He stroked his prick fondly with his hand and leered down at his trembling wife. Then slowly, very slowly, he turned himself around to face her feet as he straddled her.

What was he going to do? Why was he lowering himself on her upside down? In that position the rigid angle of his cock would rip and grind on the floor of her mouth, forcing its way into her throat exactly opposite of the way it had been as she knelt humbly before him.

He was almost upon her. His gleaming, thick knobbed cock swayed just above her lips. His balls dragged across the bridge of her button nose.

"Why?" she questioned fearfully.

He bent at the waist, chuckling deep in his throat, slowly dropping toward her cunt.

"Oh, God!" Kathy cried. "You're going to do it – you're going to suck my cunt!"

"Not just suck it, sweetheart. I'm going to eat it! I'm going to grind your little clit and rape your fuck hole with my tongue!"

"Aaagghhh!" she wailed. The roughness of his language excited her even more. The words came hard and hot, as hard and hot as his cock that came closer and closer to her quivering lips.

"Grungh!" Kathy moaned, feeling the first touch of his lips in her downy spread of golden cunt hair. Her tongue lashed out to tease the knob of his cock.

"Huunnngh," Don groaned, lowering his hardened prick nearer to her lips as he probed and danced with his tongue, lapping at the puffed lips of her cunt. The scent of her sleek fuck oils burned in his throat, enraging his desire. He dropped on her, grinding with his teeth, shooting out his tongue to glide between soft mounds shielding her clit.

"Aaagh!" Kathy bucked, gasping as she craned her neck back, her wet mouth open and reaching for the head of his cock. At the same time, her legs spread wide, her cunt wet and simmering as he stirred roughly with his tongue.

Don found her clit and circled it with tight, thrusting strokes of his tongue. He felt her tense and heard her high pitched wail, a shrill cry of animal joy. It seemed insane to him that the two of them had never done this before – locked themselves in the classic sixty-nine position of mutual delight.

But memories of prudish, fumbling, guilt-ridden sex now seemed distant. Sucking his wife's blonde cunt seemed as natural as breathing. He gasped, grumbling deep in his throat and snaked his tongue around her nubby clit, amazed by the way it swelled and strained beneath his grinding teeth.

"SHIT!" she roared. "Don't bite it off!" Urgent gasps flowed around the head of his cock while it hovered above her gaping mouth. She nipped and snapped at him and finally wrenched her neck back far enough to get his gleaming cock head between her lips.

"Aaaahhhhh!" she purred, jetting a hot rasp of air into his cum slit.

"Hhhunnn! Aaagghh! Bitch… what are you trying to do, blow my brains out?" Her clinging lips formed an air-tight seal, sucking furiously one second and blasting hot breath into his prick the next.

He speared her little clit with angry stabs of his tongue, then he clamped his lips on the juicy nub and sucked, drawing her clit from its sheath, sending jolts of cruel delight sparking through her.

Neither Don nor Kathy noticed when George's passionate and explosive grunts settled into deep and steady breathing. Ellen's excited gulps stilled themselves into humming calm and she nodded blissfully, bobbing her head with slow tongue strokes that licked his prick clean.

"Hhhmmmm," Ellen murmured, downing his last delicious drop. "Look at them!"

"I am," George said with a wink, wiggling his finger into his wife's cunt while he watched young Don trying to devour Kathy's tight little blonde fringed pussy.

Ellen watched intently, wondering when the limber and writhing little blonde would be hers. Next to sucking cock, Ellen liked nothing better than the taste of sweet young cunt. She stroked her gleaming black hair, dark eyes narrowing to dagger points, and she anxiously wet her lips with her flicking tongue.

Kathy's lithe body gleamed with a thin film of lusty sweat. George, with his patient and gentle tongue flicking, had only given her a teasing preview of what her suddenly ferocious, cunt eating husband had in mind.

Her raptured cries swelled in her chest, trapped inside by the hammering length of Don's throat ripping cock. With guttural moan of savage delight, he drove harder and faster with his massive hard-on.

"Mmmmaaagh," she groaned, tension straining in her neck. "Cccuuuuughhh!" She swirled her tongue, tight and hot around the root of his prick when he rammed in – feather-light across his cock tip as he drew back. At last she felt him stiffen, sensing the boiling swell of cum in his balls.

"Aaahhhhhh!" Don howled, gritting his teeth, trying to force back the inevitable explosion. Feeling the heat of his impending blast, Kathy beat faster with her tongue. She lashed his bulging cockhead and speared at his sensitive cum slit with the same jagged rhythm she felt drumming on her clit.

"Aaahhheeeeeeyyyy!" they wailed, voices and bodies both intertwined. A silver drop of molten cum dripped out in answer to her demanding tongue – a salty – sweet hint of the flood steaming up in his tortured balls.

"Gggrrruunngh!" Don roared, grinding his hairy mat of cock hair hard upon her parted lips. The first hot burst of jism made her cheeks swell. Her lips tightened in a fleshy vice and her long, willowy throat threw a convulsive fit.

"Gggllluuugh!" Kathy gasped, fearing she might drown in the spray of sticky jism. The idea of drinking cum repulsed her still, but it was that or choke as the heat and fury of his rushing flow increased.

The second swallow went down easier. Fearful spasms still writhed the tube of her throat, inflaming Don's furious desire. He moaned and babbled meaningless sounds, wet gurgles of delight between cunt-spearing thrusts of his tongue.

Kathy could not give full voice to the passions sparking from her tongue-lashed cunt. Her mouth strained to hold Don's huge cock, her throat rippled with sucking spasms to gulp the fast-spurting quicksilver spray of jism.

"Aaahhhh," he yelled, bottoming his thick root in her throat, grinding his sweaty loins on her puffed lips. "Aaagggghhhhh!"

Kathy shivered and snuggled close to Don, her luscious naked body warmed on the outside by the flickering glow of the artificial fire, from within by the even greater heat of satisfaction. She teased lovingly with his softened cock and purred like a young kitten with a bellyful of warm milk.

Ellen lay on the other side of Don, the soft palm of her hand resting lightly on the inner slope of his thigh. Soothing fingers stroked his aching balls. Her hand touched Kathy's for a fleeting moment, and the two women exchanged curious glances.