Bill Randolph - Eat out with his wife

"I think I'll call Bud and tell him I'm taking the day off," Harold said.

"I've got a better idea," Misty said sweetly, sitting up and fondling his juice-slickened prick and balls. "Let me clean your prick, then you get back to work. You can call me later and let me know when Judy gets back to the shop."

His disappointment was limited only by the flicker of curiosity that sparkled his eyes. He cocked his head to one side and said, "Clean my prick? You mean soap it down?"

Misty giggled as she pushed herself up onto her knees and bent her head down to his jutting fuckmeat.

"No, silly," she said lightly. "My sticky pussy-juice is all over your cock. Now what kind of woman do you think I am? I wouldn't want you going back to work with a sticky prick. So I'll clean it for you like this."

She opened her mouth and sucked the entire length of his surging prick between her lips. Harold swooned and swayed on his knees, and Misty moaned as she tasted her nectar on the youthful fuckmeat.

"Oh, wow!" Harold rasped. "You think of everything!"

Harold had been gone little more than an hour when Misty saw and heard Bud Dumas race his car up to the front curb and brake it with a squeal of tires. The video shop owner charged up the front walk and, although Misty hurried to the front door, she wasn't in time to stop him before he began banging his fists on the door.

He burst inside just as she cracked open the door. She'd never seen him so wild-eyed and pissed. He grabbed her roughly and shoved her against the wall.

"How much do you know about it!" he asked, his eyes huge with anger, his expression menacing.

"Dammit, Bud! What are you talking about!" she shouted back, struggling against his powerful grip.

"Don't dumb up, cunt!" he snapped, his heaving chest grazing her nipples through the sheer material of the gown she'd been wearing since dismissing the teenager and bathing. Misty couldn't miss the electric tremor that instantly sizzled her sensitive nipples.

"Make sense, asshole!" she said firmly. After fucking and sucking a guy for days, she wasn't ready to be cowed by him. Besides, there was something strangely erotic about the way he was manhandling her. Misty couldn't begin to explain it, nor did she care to, but this roughhouse treatment was turning her on. There was something exciting about Bud when he so suddenly seemed dangerous.

"Oh, you're cute, slut!" Bud gasped, his fingers biting into her arms as he leaned hard against her, putting his face inches from hers. "You mean you don't know that your old man is shacking up with Judy? You don't know that Judy is fucking his brains out right now on my bed in my apartment?"

Misty heard his words without expression. She remained cool and suddenly she couldn't stop the small snicker that sounded through her curved, smirky lips. Since she'd suspected such a thing for same time now, Bud's sudden realization of the fact was merely a confirmation to her. And she couldn't help but use this emotional information to her immediate advantage. She shrugged and watched his eyes grow large, but this time not with anger.

"It's a damn good thing you've got a big cock and you know how to use it, Bud," she said flatly. "Because you've got shit for brains. I guess a big prick, can get you through life well enough."

His face did an ugly thing as his expression transformed into something no less than savage rage. And for a chilling moment, the blonde feared she'd pushed him too far.

"Bitch!" he cried, slapping her hard across the face. "You fuckin' knew all along?"

She wasn't expected to answer his question. Besides, there was no time. In his mindless rage he slapped her again, then quickly shredded her gown. His powerful hands became destroying weapons and a few terrifying seconds later Misty was braced against the wall, totally nude. And through it all, the strange, forbidden pleasure slowly creeping through her body since his brutal outburst now exploded inside her. She began trembling, but certainly not from fear.

There was a passionate fire in his eyes, and she sensed that it matched hers. Weird things were happening to both of them, and as his hot gaze roamed over her naked flesh, Misty was sure they would both get what they really wanted.

"You really knew and you don't care!" he hissed, his tone suddenly low and harsh. "Maybe you'll care about this!"

He hauled her down the hallway and dumped her on the sofa in the living room. Misty cried out, but it was a throaty wail of searing passion and need. She squirmed on the sofa and gazed through hot eyes as Bud tore off his own clothes and quickly lunged for her.

He rubbed his mouth roughly over her tits while running his hands along her legs, grabbing at her smooth, silky flesh while wedging himself between her legs.

"You slutty bitch!" he gasped, chewing at her nipples and grazing the tender flesh of her tits with his day-long stubble of whiskers. "This is all you care about! This is all you want!"

"Yes, yesssss!" she panted, cutching at his naked ass and pulling him down harder against her body. "Judy and Charlie shouldn't have all the fun!"

He uttered a harsh chuckle and rammed his cock against her pussy. She squealed and spread apart her legs, lifting one high up and draping it along the back of the sofa while her other leg angled off the cushions so that her foot grazed the carpet.

His prick plunged into her cunt, stabbing all the way into her steamy fuckhole. At the same time, Misty bucked her ass and humped her pussy up to meet the full thrust of his prick. They both cried out as their bodies slammed together, and Misty trembled as the outrageous delight shuddered through her.

Bud pumped his prick furiously in and out of her pussy and continued to use his teeth and lips to claw at her heaving tits. He was like a wild man, fucking her, battering her with his prick, and the lusty blonde loved it!

"You're liking this too much!" Bud hissed, yanking his nectar-smeared prick from her cunt and pulling back on his knees. "What you really need is a good ass-fucking."

"Oooohhh, Bud!" she whimpered. "Do it! Fuck my ass!"

His hands squeezed her asscheeks as he partially lifted her butt off the sofa. Quickly, he then shoved a finger into her puckered shitter, making her gasp and momentarily stiffen. He loosened her tight hole with his fingers for several seconds, then abruptly aimed his cockhead at the socket of her asshole. He lunged forward and drilled his prick all the way into her asshole.

Misty cried out at the initial pain of his brutal penetration. Her legs trembled and her cries became soft murmuring as she squirmed and timidly humped against his invasion.

His big cock was well-lubed with her pussy juices and that's what saved her even more discomfort. Still, the horny blonde quickly savored the exquisite pain-pleasure of the assfucking. By the time Bud had pounded her shiner three or four times with the full length of his prick, Misty was gleefully gasping and humping. Her pussy was still on fire, but now her tight shitter was getting the best of Bud Dumas, and Misty loved it.

"Looks like this party is already in full swing," Charlie Morgan said.

Misty hollered a shocked gasp and jerked her head up. She saw her husband standing just inside the living room beside Judy. The brunette had a smirk on her face, but otherwise didn't appear to Misty to be shocked or surprised by what she and Charlie were witnessing. Charlie's reaction, however, really amazed Misty. Her husband had a bemused and very interested expression on his face, and in spite of Misty's instant panic and fear at the sight of her husband, she was quickly sensing from his apparent reaction that he found the sexy situation very thrilling.

Meanwhile, Bud continued to plow his cock into Misty's shitter. He did glance up at his girlfriend and snicker.