Kathy Harris: The family hot daughter

His gaze dropped from hers, pausing at the swelling points of her big tits as they strained against the low-cut blouse. It was obvious that the woman was not wearing any bra.

The imprint of her taut nips turned Andy on as if this were the very first time he had seen this gorgeous woman who happened to be his wife, as if he had not fucked her hundreds of times. Suddenly, she was not his wife, in his mind. She was merely a sexy young woman with a tight little pussy which needed his cock badly.

"What are you thinking, darling?" Helen asked huskily, her desire evident in her voice. "Am I in your thoughts?"

He nodded, straining openly at the twin peaks that stretched the woman's blouse out so invitingly.

"Oh, yeah, that's for sure!" he finally managed to say.

"Good!" Helen said hoarsely. "Want to know what I was thinking?"

"Sure, baby," he drawled, grinning up at her, realizing that they were both enjoying this little game which, they both knew, would end in a hot fuck session.

Somehow, the fact that his wife had walked into his office made it seem more exciting than if they were in their own home. Again, he could easily pretend that they were strangers instead of husband and wife.

He enjoyed that game. Andy was always ready to fuck a new pussy, and he felt almost as if he had never fucked Helen's cunt before. "I was just daydreaming that you and I were making it… right here in your office. Isn't that wild?" Helen cried.

The points of her blouse rose and fell as she breathed harder and harder.

"Lock the door," Andy said.

Helen almost ran to the door and quickly locked it, then returned to stand in front of her husband's desk.

Andy pushed his chair back, watching Helen's gaze drop to the tenting of his trousers.

"Jeeesus!" she gasped, unable to move as he walked around the desk and placed his large hands on her narrow waist, turning her about to face him.

"You're one sexy woman, Helen," he murmured. He pulled her closer.

She came willingly, pressing her warm, soft body against the bulge of his hard-on.

Her arms went around his neck and her face lifted, her lips parting. He kissed her, tasting her saliva as their tongues fucked against each other. He moved one hand and fondled one of her large, firm tits, cupping the tit and rubbing his palm over the cloth-covered nipple.

Helen gasped and ground her crotch against the pressing hardness of the man's cock.

Andy used his other hand to grip her wriggling ass, his fingers, edging her short skirt upward. The tips of his fingers were caressing the lower flare of her full ass cheek, touching the female flesh exposed beneath the clinging panties.

Their lips parted, wet and open.

"Pull them off!" Helen breathed, her nostrils quivering. Her fingers were already groping for his fly but missing as he bent to strip her panties down her legs, exposing the golden triangle of her pussy fur. Her pink cunt-slit moistened as she eagerly stepped out of her panties and drew her skirt higher.

Her hand flashed to his zipper as he straightened, opening his fly and diving in to grope for his rigid prick. She gasped as her fingers curled about it and released it from the confines of his trousers.

As she continued to hold and stroke his prick, Andy unbuckled his belt and forced her to release his cock-meat long enough to drop his pants and shorts and tuck his shirt out of the way. The woman squirmed her ass onto the edge of the big desk and spread her legs in anticipation. Her entire body was shaking.

"Oh, God, Andy!" Helen hissed between tightly clenched teeth. "I want that cock!"

"Your wish is my command, darling," Andy said, moving back so her fingers could squeeze his jutting prick shaft, playing up and down its entire length teasingly.

Panting with excitement, Helen wiggled about in an effort to help her husband loosen her blouse and bare her tits. Her long, stiff nips drew the man like a magnet, and he bent to fasten his mouth to the left one, closing his teeth lightly about it while his tongue flicked back and forth.

"Unnnhhhhh! That's good, darling, really good!" the woman gasped.

After tonguing her nip for several more minutes, Andy released the tasty bud and used both hands to move her thighs farther apart.

"Would you like me to suck your little cunt?" he asked huskily, his lips already moving downward toward the blonde patch of pussy hairs.

"I'd love it, Andy!"

With that, the man dropped to his knees, his mouth hovering over the parted lips of his wife's pussy. Her cunt's musky aroma filling his nostrils and fanning his desire. He pressed his lips eagerly into the warm slit and felt her hands on his hair as his tongue slid into the slick, hot crack between her bloated pussylips. He tasted the sharp tang and sweetness of her fuck juice as she turned on more and more.

"Eat it!" Helen cried. Her legs gripped his shoulders, her knees moving inward to hold him captive between her legs. "That's good, Andy!"

"Unnhhh," Andy groaned and shoved his tongue still farther into the trembling crevice, moving his tongue from side to side and wriggling the tip exploringly.

His hot tongue action made the woman wiggle about on the desk, and her hips writhed in time with his deeper probing. He drew back, forcing her legs to let him go. Then, he gave her pussy one last upward sweep, zeroing in on her erect clit, spearing it with a twist that brought an answering surge of her hips.

She tried to prolong the exciting touch of his tongue to her clit.

"Ohhhh, that's great!" she cried, wriggling about.

Andy tore his mouth away from Helen's cunt and rose to his feet.

"Aw, why'd you stop, honey?" Helen whined.

"Later… I'll suck you off," he panted.

"But, right now, I have to fuck you!"

He eased his cock into position and steered his broad, pulsing knob between her wet cuntlips.

"Aaarrghhhh!" Helen cried as she fastened her teeth on her husband's neck.

Her tongue flicked out at the naked flesh of his chest as his big prick expanded her pussy with its entry, and he fucked about four inches of his cock into the slippery tightness. He paused, letting her cunt adjust to the thick rod of prick-meat. And, again, Andy felt the strange and exciting sensation that this was a new pussy he was fucking, and that feeling aroused him beyond belief.

"Ohhh, baby, I've gotta fuck you!" he cried as he began pumping his prick into her, each stroke carrying him deeper, and each one bringing a greater wave of pleasure from the soft, wet cunt-folds churning about his pistoning prick.

He pulled her closer, fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

"Qhhhhh, your cock's so big and hard! I love it!" Helen panted, feeing, as Andy did that this was almost like their very first fuck. The woman was playing out a fantasy in her own mind as they fucked, a fantasy about her entering Andy's office for an interview, of never having seen him before. In her fantasy, this handsome "stranger" suddenly attacked her, and she ended up loved every cock-thrusting minute of it.

Andy's prick felt different to her somehow because of this fantasy. They had never before fucked each other in his office, and that difference thrilled the woman, arousing her until she was half out of her mind with fucklust.

Her ass was rolling about on the desk, humping forward to meet the mans invading prick, wriggling in joy and excitement.

He pulled the monstrous prick out through the flexing rings of her slick cunt-flesh, savoring the heat and friction of her little cunt.

"Don't stop, darling, don't stop! Fuck me until we both come!" she panted.

She leaned back, bracing her wide-flung arms on the desk top as she worked her hips up and down, around and around, sending hot lewd thrills through both of their bodies.

"Tell me when!" Andy gasped, fucking in and out of her almost savagely. His fingers were digging painfully into her busily working hips.