Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

She snickered and cupped them in her hands, holding them up for his inspection.

"You like them, don't you?" she murmured. Again, he nodded, and she thought he was about to drool. He stepped toward her, and she laughed and playfully avoided him by sidestepping over to the bed.

His jeans and briefs had now fallen down to his ankles and the boy almost stumbled. Misty giggled as she rolled onto the big bed and began removing her skirt. Harold stopped in his tracks and kept his eyes riveted to her striptease even as he impatiently kicked off his clothes and clothes.

"Come over here and pull down my pantyhose," Misty said huskily. "Roll them down nice and slow. I want you to take a long, good look at what you're going to fuck."

She extended her legs provocatively and let him do the work as he clumsily peeled down the skin-tight pantyhose. He was practically swoonnig by the time he'd worked her pantyhose down over her curvy hips and ass and was rolling them down her creamy legs.

A naughty idea seared her mind just as he finally pulled the pantyhose off her feet. She smiled wickedly and closed her thighs together.

"Put my pantyhose on over your head, Harold," she said. "Pull them down to your neck."

The teenager was stunned by her request. He froze momentarily.

Misty laughed throatily.

"Go ahead," she said. "I won't tell anybody you did this for me. Besides, you want to fuck me, don't you?"

He nodded then offered a half-hearted snicker and shrug.

"Am I that ugly?" he said with a weak giggle.

"Silly! Of course not. This is just a game I want to try. It'll be a kick. It'll turn me on, and you'd like that I'm sure."

The bay's embarrassment blazed on his youthful face as he slowly tugged the waistband under his chin, the empty legs of the pantyhose flopped down, dangling along his back, and Misty squirmed with excitement just knowing and seeing that the crotch of his pantyhose was now fitted over his face.

"Can you smell the scent of my pussy?" she whispered, her own raunchy excitement creeping into her tone.

He nodded.

"It's nice," he murmured hoarsely.

Misty laughed and extended her right leg. She straightened her toes and used them to caress his balls. Despite his obvious embarrassment, his cock remained rock-hard and throbbing with aching need. That pleased Misty as much as the wanton spectacle he'd made of himself for her, and her pussy twitched in overheated arousal. Her plump, pink nipples itched and tingled and her huge tit-melons throbbed as her horny lust scalded her nerves.

"Come up here on the bed," she said in a near-pant. "I want to touch your prick and balls. Play with my tits. And if you keep being such a good boy, I'll probably let you put your cock in my mouth."

Harold knee-walked onto the bed and positioned himself alongside her. His stiff, surging prick jutted like a sturdy tree limb in a fierce wind. And Misty couldn't resist stroking the teenage fuckmeat. The blonde eagerly fondled his cock and balls, thrilling to the hot feel of his strong fuckmeat. And long before she'd planned to do it, she sat up and anxiously, hungrily gobbled up his cock.

The boy swayed on his knees and clutched at her luscious tits as her mouth covered his fuck-knob. When her wet lips skimmed down to the base of his fuckshaft, the boy almost toppled forward. His active prick leaped wildly inside her mouth and responded boldly to every fuck of her tongue and nibble of her lips. She knew it was easily within her power to make him come on her whim, but she disciplined herself to stall his climax at least until she'd gotten his prick buried inside her creamy, convulsing cunthole. As much as she'd have liked to swallow his first powerful load of spunk, she decided her pussy deserved the treat of his boy-wad gushing inside her. Besides, Misty was sure he'd have plenty left to hose out her tonsils when the time came.

"Touch my pussy," she said. "See how wet and hot I am for your cock?"

"Mmmmm," he moaned as his anxious fingers played through the moist cluster of her golden cunt forest.

She wriggled her hips and ass on the bed and reached down with one hand to guide his fingers to her clit. While gobbling up his cock and wetly devouring the full length of his shaft, she showed him how to tweak and massage her sensitive, hard love-button. And very soon the boy had gotten the message and was expertly bringing the lusty mature blonde to a panting, gasping level of arousal.

By the time she'd grabbed his hand and silently instructed him to plunge two fingers into her soupy fuckhole, she knew she was the one who could no longer stall the fucking she wanted from his teenaged cock. He'd warned his fingers a few fast times in and out of her convulsing pussy passage when she spit out his cock and breathlessly told him to climb between her legs and shove his saliva-coated fuckmeat into her cunthole.

His cock was already drooling with his slimy jizz as he balanced himself on his knees between her spread thighs. And as she held apart her puffy cuntflaps with fingertips for him, she peered down hotly as he aimed his bloated knob toward the pink, slick center of her exposed pussy-socket.

Misty cried out a raspy groan as his knob touched the tender opening of her pussyhole. And then, with a sudden jerk of her hips and pelvis, her greedy cunt sucked his swollen knob inside. Both she and the teenager gasped as his fuck-knob lodged just inside her cunt-socket. With another jerk of her hips, she humped her pussy up against his prick just as he drove forward and his prick drilled all the way into her wet, slippery fuckhole.

Suddenly, Harold began to fuck her pussy in a frenzy of pace and vigor. He was every bit the horny young stallion, unleashed, plowing his virile fuckmeat into a welcoming pussy. Though sometimes awkward in the movements and rhythm, Misty had no complaints. He was a wild, satisfying fuck, just as she knew it would be. What the boy lacked in technique and style he easily made up for with zest and intensity and horny need. And that suited the blonde's purposes perfectly.

She shrieked with pleasure as his youthful, tireless prick pounded her pussy. She wrapped her strong legs around his body and clung to him, keeping him more or less in place and harnessing his boyish strength and enthusiasm. She came quickly, thrilling to the massive orgasm that ripped through her cunt and charged every nerve in her sexy body as the pleasure fanned out over her.

A moment later, his cock leaped violently inside her quaking cuntwalls and he spewed a fierce shower of frothy jism right into her womb, triggering her second glorious orgasm.

They both shrieked as her juicy, heaving pussy milked the spunk out of his cock. He kept shuddering and plunging his spitting cock in and out of Misty's cunt, and the sloppy sounds only added to the ultimate ecstasy they experienced.

At last, the teenaged stud collapsed on top of her, the sheer nylon of her pantyhose stretched over his face bristled against her soft, naked flesh, sparking even more sensation. And Misty purred a sensual sigh even as her greedy cuntwalls remained flexed, gripping the boy's spent prick.

"Damn, I thought the head of my prick was gonna explode!" Harold rasped, stirring on top of Misty. "What a fuck!"

Misty giggled and tugged her pantyhose off his head. She reached around him and squeezed his boyish asscheesk.

"You make a lady forget her troubles, partner," she said, chuckling throatily.

He beamed an enthusiastic smile down on her face and she felt his prick twitch inside her pussy against her clasping cuntwalls.

"Hey, I was really that good?" he gasped. She smiled and nodded, giving his rump a playful pat.

"And you look even better when you're not wearing my pantyhose over your head," she said.

He squirmed and pulled away, his cock slipping from her cunt. He sat up on his haunches between her legs and gazed down at her lush, nude body. Already, she noticed with a grin, his semi-hard prick was again throbbing into another steely boner.