Tim Peterson - Two wives want it

Vanessa backed off from Marty's hard cock and stroked it with a hand as she looked up at him. "Now fuck me," she said throatily. "I'm as hot for it as you are."

Dropping her hand, she turned away from him, her ass lifting into the air as she rolled up onto her knees. Elbows up on the edge of the bed, she curved her body and pushed her womanly ass out in offering.

Marty settled on his knees behind her. His hands slid over the smoothness of her ass-cheeks and onto her hips, and he held her there as he brought his flared cock-head up to her dewy fuck-slit.

"Deep, lover," she said over a shoulder, "sink it deep. Ram it up into me!"

As soon as his cock-head was into her opening and she was stretched open, his hips drove forward and he lanced her voluptuous body with his fiery prick. She went into a curve, her head straining way back, and a delicious groan welled up out of her throat.

Watching all this, Samantha now squirmed with impatience. She wanted to get pronged like that, only, up her ass.

Calvin had been preparing her. Easing his finger in and out of her asshole, he had gotten her to play with her pussy to build up her excitement. Now he could sense her readiness.

"Up on your knees, beautiful," he murmured against an ear.

With a girlish eagerness, Samantha complied. His finger slipped from her asshole and, looking back over a shoulder, she saw him briskly rub some lubrication onto his extended cock-meat. He had gotten hard just playing with her. Calvin placed both hands about her waist and moved up onto his knees behind her. Keen with anticipation, Samantha dropped onto her elbows. Unsatisfied with that, she dropped her face to the bedding and reached back to take hold of her ass-cheeks and pull them apart. If there could have been any doubts left in him they were swiftly erased. She wanted him bad.

Over by the corner of the bed, Vanessa had a perfect view of what was happening between Samantha and Calvin. She watched in fascination as his greased fuck-pole went to her equally slicked asshole. She saw the point go into the small hole, saw his cock bend slightly as he pressed on, saw Samantha's shitter seem to swallow his cock-head in and then take the cockshaft itself.

"Ooohhh," Samantha gasped. "Ooohhh, it's happening! I'm taking cock up my ass and I'm loving it! Oh honey, I'm loving every bit of it! More… more…"

The look of rapture on the brunette's face would have sparked out fight envy in Vanessa if Marty hadn't been fucking her so delightfully.

After his first deeply penetrating drive, he had treated her to more of the same. Each thrust seemed to send his cock deeper, and even though his hips were smacking up against her asscheeks, the feeling did not leave her. Her eyes closed as rapture of her own took hold and she as much as forgot about Samantha and Calvin.

Another section of Calvin's prick-meat slid into Samantha and she crooned her approval. Then at long last she felt the tickle of his pubic hair on her inner ass-cheeks and the glowing heat of his balls on the folds of her cunt. She sighed happily.

Samantha moved both hands from her ass onto Calvin's thighs and she pulled him up close against her upturned cheeks. For long moments she simply held him there, content to just have him ail the way up her shit-chute.

"Am I bad enough for you?" she asked.

"You're bad to perfection," he answered, rubbing his hands up and down her back with slow, massaging caresses.

"I love your cock. I love how it fills me up, stretches me out, makes me feel all hot and horny."

"How about letting me fuck you some. See how you like that."

Smiling, Samantha dropped her hands from his thighs and stretched both arms way up over her head. She felt him pull from her, his hard flesh grinding perversely in the incredibly tight sheath of her shit-chute.

"Nnnnnn," Samantha gurgled. "I love it already."

"Fantastic ass."

"I think I can take real fucking," she said then. "Will you do that for me?"

"That's my girl," he answered. Bringing the ridge of his cock out to her entrance, he pushed back in without delay, sinking all the way in again with a determined drive.

"Ooooohhhh, yeah, that's what I want. Keep doing that to me. I'm gonna cream in no time."

Through somewhat dazed eyes, Vanessa watched Calvin's cock flow smoothly in and out of her lady-friend's asshole. It appeared so simple and Samantha looked so delighted that Vanessa felt terribly drawn in. She wanted to try it on herself.

But that cock running in and out of her pussy was awfully good. And she was pretty turned on. Going anal now would be like changing horses in mid-stream, or like starting over just when everything was going great. It would be better to wait.

"Love it," she gasped wantonly. "Love your cock."

"Harder?" Marty asked.

"Oh yes," she hissed. "Anything you want."

The tempo of his fucking did increase noticeably, and pleasurably. It was simple, direct, nothing fancy about it. It was hot, hard fucking, like a stud servicing a mare in heat. And what fun. Vanessa had never known that sheer debauchery could be so down-to-earth wonderful.

Bit by bit Samantha found the bravado to get both elbows planted on the bedding and start rocking back to meet the steady drives of Calvin's hips and cock. She joined in the fucking and doubled the excitement of it.

"Never knew it could be such a turn-on," she said with near breathlessness, arousal whipping through her system. "Nnnnn, mmmmm, shit yes, this is good! Fuck me, stud! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…"

Abruptly she bounded up onto straight arms, planting her hands on the bed, fingers clawing into the covers. Her body twisted and writhed as she ran herself back on Calvin's prick time after time. Her head tossed and whipped about, gorgeous face contorting with passions.

For her part, Vanessa was just as far gone. Marty was punching and pounding her depths into submission, and the fiery climax buried in there was that close to being drilled loose. Her fingers were clawing at the bedsheets too, and she thought how kicky it would be for her and Samantha to come at the same time – on different cocks.

Samantha shot a hand back between her thighs and began to frig wildly at her cunt. She couldn't wait any longer, had to come. She closed two fingers on her clit and whipped it up and down, frantically trying to pull her trigger.

Vanessa saw what Samantha was doing and knew that it would work for her as well. She sought and found her sweetly stinging clit and went after it with a horny determination.

Samantha cried out. And then the vivid surges of completion lanced her climaxing body, stifling her with their over-powering energy.

Not far away, Vanessa came under the wracking tide of her climax. Her body bucked and lurched as it tore through her in wave upon wave of exploding sensations. Her clamping pussy went wild on Marty's driving cock, and fairly dripped with flowing cum.

Their fantastic bodies shivering with the pleasure of after-come, faces pink, eyes glazed, Vanessa and Samantha cooed with unfettered delight. Their gazes met and locked, and they shared a smile and a look of mutual empathy.

"You really hit a big one that time, didn't you," Vanessa observed.

"You look pretty pleased yourself," Samantha responded. "Good cock?"

"Very pleasing," Vanessa murmured. She glanced at Calvin's prick as he eased it in and out of Samantha's ass with soothing gentleness. "How about a trade?" she said then, returning her gaze to Samantha's.

"Nmmmmmm, yeah," Samantha enthused. "I want you to try this cock on for size – in your ass."

"I'm willing," Vanessa said to that, then turned to Marty. "How about something fresh?"

His eyes went to Samantha and brightened. "How about it," he said eagerly.

Vanessa pulled herself from his hard-on and moved up onto the bed. In front of her Samantha wiggled off Calvin's magnificent prick, and Vanessa moved into a crouch before him.