Janet Mccoy: Hot bed brides

Bight from the first time he had made love to her, Sam had known that he had to have Mimi for his own. He thought she was a sensational lover, far better than any American woman he had ever known. Mimi could feel and respond with every inch of herself. When she was in the mood, her whole body was a sex organ. That was what made her so special. That was why a blowjob from Mimi was unlike any he had ever had elsewhere. Her mouth was so supple. Her tongue was so greedy. She threw all of herself into the act. She made him vibrate all over with pleasure, the way she herself was doing.

Stimulated by her wanton abandon, Sam nuzzled her cunt like a bear ferreting for honey. He sniffed and poked and licked and blew on her hot hole until Mimi was squirming and squealing for more. With an evil grin, he drew on further reserves of strength, forcing himself to give her what she wanted… determined to make this next orgasm something special for her, the way he wanted them all to be for her. "Ya-hoo! What a woman I've got!" He allowed himself just enough time to blurt out the words, then he returned his mouth to her damp spasming cunt.

With all her Gaelic joy in sex, Mimi nudged her pussy into her husband's face. The brunette was on an endless high. Her body was tingling. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts and sensations. She remembered the way the handsome taxi driver on the way over to the hotel had eyed her in the rear-view mirror. She remembered the smiles and furtive second looks that had greeted her in the lobby. She remembered the bellboy's wistful gaze. America was such an exciting place. Already the young bride knew she was going to have a wonderful time here.

Fiercely, she drove her mouth down again and again onto Sam's thick throbbing cock. She loved to feel the tip of his cock nose its way deep into the back of her throat. She took pride in being able to take all her husband's cock on every instroke. It was a feat she had repeated with every man she had ever known. The woman had a natural talent for opening her throat deep for cock.

"Mmmmmmm… hhnnnhhhhh…" Her nerveendings were on fire. Mimi was going out of her mind with excitement. Her mouth worked faster. Her hips kept up with her mouth. She was pounding Sam's face mercilessly. Her talented tongue showed no mercy to his cock either. With all the energy of her released sexuality, she willed Sam to ride the high ride with her. "Oooohhhh… I'm cuuuumm-eeennngggg-g-g!"

For the second time that evening, Mimi felt the explosive sparklers of orgasm shoot through her. Even as she enjoyed the jolting happiness in her cunt, she forced herself to return her mouth to her husband's cock. She wanted Sam's cum-juices. She wanted to suck them right out of him. With the tempting song of Satan, her mouth fluttered over his swollen cock.

Sam was sure there was no man on earth who could resist Mimi once she set her mind to sucking out his juices. The big man grunted and shot his loins downward as he started to pump his hot cum into her mouth. "Uuuuhhh… shit! Eat my cum, Mimi honey!"

It was not necessary for Sam to encourage his wife in her task. Swallowing his thick load was her reward for a job well done. She took it all down with wanton relish. She sucked his cock-tip for the last stray drops. Sure at last that she had all there was to get, she began to mewl contentedly, pulling gently on his deflating cock as though it were a pacifier.

Sam lay heavily on her, savoring the relaxation that made his body shun all thought of effort. He rested his cheek against her cunt-mound. For a moment he thought of his old buddy Ken Tate. Tate's eyes would bug out for sure when he saw Mimi. Sam would be the proudest man in town. This time, he knew that he had out-matched his old friendly rival.

As far as Sam was concerned, there wasn't a woman in the whole U.S.A. who could hold a candle to Mimi.

Tom Blanchard was president of the college student body. He was an ambitious young man. Irk liked to keep his fingers on the pulse of what was going cm around him. He made friends easily, and he worked at maintaining those friendships. There would be times in his ambitious future, he knew, when he would need all the friends he could muster. Tom intended to go into politics.

It wasn't always ambition that motivated his interest, in his fellow students. His interest in Annie Tate, for instance, was founded purely in lust. Every time he saw those big firm tits bouncing in his direction… every time those sparkling brown eyes smiled at him… Tom's cock throbbed to attention. Tom knew that Annie was no cock-tease. What she promised, she made good on… and no strings attached.

He knew Annie was married to a man more than twenty years older than she. He could understand where Annie might want a little on the side.

He himself was engaged to the daughter of a state senator. His fiancee was holding out for marriage. The most he ever got out of her was a quick feel in a dark movie house. So everything Tom got, he had to get on the side.

Which made him and Annie perfect for each other. They didn't spend a lot of time together, but the time they did spend was hot and intense.

Tom emerged quickly from the office of the student council when he saw Annie's familiar bounce as she headed across campus. "Hey, Annie!"

She turned and waved and started to bounce in his direction. She was wearing her usual thin T-shirt, over her lush tits. The sight of their unrestrained movement made Tom's cock groan to half-erection. As she came closer, he could see her nipples poking through the material.

"HI, Annie. Got a few minutes?" Then, just as if there were someone listening, he provided himself with a cover. "I want to talk to you about helping to organize the Renaissance carnival." Tom was getting into the habit of politics early. "Oh, sure." Annie followed him easily into the student union building and down the stain to the basement, where the offices of the college paper were located. There was no one downstairs at this hour, and Annie knew exactly what was on Tom's mind. That was fine with her.

Though she loved Tate very much and enjoyed all the wonderful sex they had together, Annie could not bring herself to shut herself off to other men at such a tender age. She had started screwing when she was fourteen and, as far as Annie was concerned, she was just now whetting her appetite.

She liked to screw men she liked. Though she quite honestly could not see where that would hurt her relationship with Tate, she suspected that Tate would not approve. So she did not tell him.

Things worked fine the way they were. She was happy. And Tate was happy. And wasn't that what marriage was all about!

As soon as they were down the stairs, Tom grabbed her by the arm and pulled her under the stairs. His mouth searched hungrily for hers. His hand pulled her T-shirt out of her jeans and slipped up underneath. It fondled the smooth curves of her soft fleshy tits. To his pleasure, her nipples grew hard. They pressed into his palm. Tom's cock was already hard as a rock.

"Mmmmmmmm…" Annie's tongue dueled fiercely with Tom's. She yielded her young tits into his groping hand with lusty abandon. She could feel the juices lubricating her twat. Her hips began to wriggle, driving her cunt against his groin. Annie wasn't the kind of girl who needed a lot of warming up. When she was ready, she was ready!

Tom's mouth worked its way over her face, kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her chin. He scarcely realized what he was doing. His thoughts were with his hand, and with the resilient feel of her big breasts. "Oh baby… I'm so glad I spotted you out there! I've been thinking about you all morning!"

Annie had been thinking about Tate all the morning, and about the wonderful screw they had shared before she had to leave for school. But she was finding it easy now to refocus her attention. She could feel the pressure of Tom's swollen erection straining against her belly. Boldly, she reached for his fly and pulled down his zipper.