Janet Mccoy - Hot bed brides

Once again, he looked up at where her red head was rising and falling over his friend's cock. She was making noises like Sam's cock was the best thing since filet mignon. In his inebriated glow, Tate started to entertain ideas for showing her something even tastier… like the girth of his big cock stretching her cunt-walls wide. He could feel his cock swelling urgently at the thought of plundering her wet pussy.

"Christ, you sure are a greedy little bitch!" Tate told the kneeling redhead. "I've never seen anyone suck cock the way you do, baby… you look like you haven't eaten in a week!" It pleased him to humiliate the woman with his obscene compliments. Not that she looked as if she was being humiliated. Her ripe round ass wriggled more wantonly than ever. Tate decided it was time to get himself a taste of pussy.

The big writer knelt behind the redhead and tore off her panties. He pulled her buttocks to the best position for him. "Good pussy, Sam! We really got ourselves a wild one!" He smiled at his friend who was gazing at him lustily over their woman's back. It was obvious that her blowjob was wearing down Sam's resistance. The bearded professor looked as if his cock had just taken over for his mind. His eyes were dull. His mouth hung open.

Women were not like men. Men were born with this primal roving instinct.

Tate had little time to dwell on his drunken theory. The clutch of the redhead's pussy-muscles was getting him as off-balance as her mouth already had Sam.

He grabbed firm hold of her buttocks and lunged his cock up into her seething twat, time after time. She mewled frantically around the filling girth of Sam's cock in her mouth. But she never slackened her pace at either end. Her obvious aim… the aim that never deserted her for a moment… was to give both men an unrelenting lusty experience. She was a woman of pleasure, and she plied her trade well. Both men now were like putty in her hands, or, more accurately, in her mouth and in her heated cunt.

Tate watched a glimmer of recognition come into Sam's eyes as the younger man fed his cock deep into her gobbling mouth. Sam was watching her churning buttocks and Tate's loins as they smacked against her jiggling ass. The obvious lust in Sam's watchful gaze made Tate experience a new surge in his balls. He drove his cock deep into her cunt. He felt his cock-head nudge her cervix.

"Hey, Tate… I've got an idea!" Sam was looking into his eyes now. The redhead was still laboring feverishly between the two men.

"What's that?" The writer was feeling dull-witted. He wasn't much for ideas right now. He wanted to concentrate on the warm slick pussy-walls pulling on his aching cock. He wanted to relish the sluicing sound of her juicy cunt as it opened to take all his cock deep inside.

"How about trading places, old buddy? You'll love this sweet mouth… and I just gotta get me a taste of that hot twat! Why not? What do you say, Tate?"

Tate knew that the alcohol had Sam's imagination running wild. What thing more lewd could they do to the woman than trade places, forcing her to taste her own excitement on Tate's cock in the process. "I'm for it, man. Let's do it!"

As if both were struck with the same idea at the same time, the two men stood up and quickly stripped off their clothes. Then Tate fell to his knees at Mimi's head, Sam at her rear end. The redhead was still mewling and crying far more. She had not changed position since their desertion. Her wriggling ass-cheeks still begged for cock. There was something particularly lewd about the thin strips of her bra-strap across her back. It was the only garment she still wore.

"Oooohh… come on, lovers! Give it to niece!"

Right then, they gave it to her!

Sam forced his swollen cock deep up into her hot tight pussy. "Christ, that's a juicy little hole, honey!"

Tate nudged his glistening cock-head against her lips. Her mouth opened wide. She took the whole sticky shaft of his aroused cock, deep into her throat. Tate watched with fascinated delight as she seemed to relish the flavor of her own hot juices on his cock. She licked and sucked him until his cock was stripped clean of everything but her own saliva. "Taste good, baby? You like the taste of your hot pussy, do you?"

"Mmmmmmm…" That and the excited wiggle of her full-sculpted ass-cheeks was her only response.

"Shit, she's really something, isn't she, Tate? Christ, man, it's just like the old days… Up to our short-hairs in hot pussy and hungry mouth! Whoo-eee! I sure am glad I came up with this idea!"

Tate smiled indulgently at his aroused friend. His grin showed his teeth as he grunted at the feel of Mara's pointed tongue toying with the slit in the end of his sensitized glans.

"So am I, Sam boy! Uuuuhh… how do you like the feel of that hot pussy! It's something good, isn't it?!"

"Slit, don't ask me to tell you which I like better! I like all of her, old-buddy!" He slapped her ass lustily. "Whoo-ee! That's it, honey! Move that thing!"

The lewd talk of the two big men seemed to please the laboring redhead. Her ass wiggled provocatively, inviting more of Sam's hard-driving screwing. Her head bobbed frantically up and down over Tate's thick cock. Her moans burbled non-stop in the back of her abused throat.

Facing each other over the back of the straining woman, Sam and Tate unconsciously adopted one another's rhythms. Sam lunged his aching cock far up into Mimi's clasping cunt. He groaned mightily as he felt her talented muscles close around him. Gradually he realized that Tate had impaled her throat at exactly the same moment. They became engrossed in their obscene tempo. They lost track of time, of everything but their erotic drama here on a strange woman's bed in the middle of the afternoon.

Suddenly the woman's gyrations became fitful and urgent. The men realized she was cuming. They took her flight into ecstasy as a signal for their own relaxation. Once they had relaxed, it took only a couple more squeezes from that tight pussy, that greedy mouth… and the two old friends were cumming in rude chorus.

"Huh, shit! Here comes a pussyful, honey! Oh yeah!"

Tate growled in satisfaction as he watched the redhead's agile lips suck the juices of his orgasm right out of him. "Uuuuuuhhhh, Christ! Goddamn! It's good to cum in your mouth, beautiful!"

Before the three orgiasts sprawled out on the bed to rest, Sam made a point of removing the redhead's bra. "It just ain't right for a lady not to be undressed for the occasion!" He grabbed hold of a big firm tit and began to suck hungrily. Tate took the one on the other side. They knew they were going to be there for a while yet.

It was only when they were leaving a generous 'tip' on Mimi's bedside table that Sam began to worry about Mimi and his brazen adultery. He grabbed Tate by the arm as soon as they were out of the redhead's apartment.

"Do you think Mimi will be able to tell anything happened? Christ, she'll kill me if she figures it out."

"The only way shell be able to tell is if you keep shivering like a jackass! Cool out, Sam! A man's entitled to his little pleasures! And we don't have to answer to anybody for it!"

Tate was talking loud and bold. He was trying to convince himself as well as Sam.

Annie was such a sweet girl! She trusted him so implicitly!

He started to feel guilty about being a man with a roving eye! And then his cock gave him a little reminiscent twinge.

"It would be a sin to feel bad about anything as good as what just happened!"

The friendly conspirators slapped each other on the back and headed for the nearest bar. Clear as their consciences were, they needed a bit more of a glow to face the girls!

When the men arrived back at Tate's home, they were so busy trying to act casual with the women that it took them a while to realize that Mimi and Annie were as intoxicated as they were. Each man noted suspiciously that his wife also seemed remarkably mellow and unperturbed about his long absence. The men felt let down. They had built themselves up for an elaborate cover-up, and their wives weren't playing the game.