Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

A moment later, Charlie's prick erupted like a volcano, spewing a thick gusher of hot jism into her womb. Tremendous gyrations rocked his strong body beneath her, and a thousand smaller, but intense gyrations rattled his cock.

The blonde's hot pussy sucked up his rich load just as another wild climax shuddered her fuck-tunnel. The lusty couple bucked. And swayed in a matching rhythm, and finally Misty fell forward, smothering her husband's chest with her mammoth tits.

The husband and wife rested, recuperating while remaining in their intimate pose. Charlie's prick stayed lodged inside his wife's needy cunthole as the couple kissed and hugged.

"You're the best, honey," Charlie whispered. "I was missing you and didn't even know it."

"I know the feeling, pal," Misty said, pinching his butt. "But I've got to say if you'd kept your mind off of that damn grocery store and your prick in my pussy more, both of us probably wouldn't have had to find out."

"But we would've missed a lot of fun," Charlie said with a sly grin while fucking his tongue at her tits.

"Missed a lot of good fucking, you mean," she responded, giggling and shivering in reaction to the tongue-tickling her tits were getting. "So maybe all the hell we've put each other through was worth it. Right?"

Charlie lifted himself up and flashed a smirk down on her face.

"Does that mean you haven't reformed?" he asked, adding a wicked chuckle.

"It means that neither one of us is dead yet, dear boy." Misty laughed, pulling his head down to her tits again and feeding him one of her stiffened nipples.

Charlie nursed on it for several seconds, fucking his tongue expertly over the turgid bud and thrilling his sexy blonde wife. Involuntarily, her pussy muscles flexed on his imbedded prick and she shuddered with delight at the hardness of it inside her. It was so good, she thought, having her marriage and her husband's cock rock-solid once again. She knew this was a new, exciting beginning for her and Charlie and she had Bud and Judy to thank for it.

"You really aren't pissed off about me fucking Judy?" he murmured, still lapping at her tit.

"Not any more than you are about me fucking Bud," she responded. She stroked his hair. "You aren't mad about that, are you?"

"No," he mumbled, still obsessed with her tit. "I always figured you'd fuck around sooner or later. I've done it a couple of times since we've been married and before Judy came along. It's better now, with everything out in the open. No secrets, no sneaking around. It's just better."

Misty appraised her husband with a smile and an arched brow. It struck her that she had totally misjudged Charlie almost from the beginning. She hadn't really known the man she'd married until now. She wasn't prepared to let him know that she was shocked that he'd fucked around on her. She'd never even suspected such a thing. And as she mulled that bit of information though her mind, the sexy blonde gradually concluded that she'd been lucky to keep Charlie. She'd been a bitch more than once, and now she vowed to herself to change. There was much more to Charlie Morgan than a security blanket with a steady job.

As if to prove that point to herself, Misty suddenly wriggled underneath him and pushed herself up.

"I just got the urge to suck your cock," she said, smacking her lips in a comical way that made her husband laugh.

"Have I ever told you I like a woman who speaks her mind and ads on it?" he asked, letting her push him down flat on his back.

"Mmmmmm, that seems familiar," she murmured, quickly crouching between his spread legs and cupping his juice-soaked balls.

With her thumbs she gently grazed the underside of his twitching fuckshaft. Instantly, his cock ballooned into a rigid hard-on, towering and wavering. She then leaned forward so that her huge tits dangled near his balls as she fucked her tongue up and down the nectar-sticky underside of his shaft.

She groaned as she lapped her tongue up and down his fuckmeat, savoring the erotic flavor of his cockflesh and her pussy juices. She thrilled as she glazed his shaft with her spit, and very quickly his prick glistened and throbbed in an aching readiness.

She heard her husband's raspy breathing and his hoarse sounds of pleasure as she feasted on his cock and fondled his balls. She worked slowly, leisurely, performing what was for herself just as much an act of pleasure and arousal. Her pussy was beginning to quiver in hot anticipation even though she'd so recently enjoyed a thorough fucking from her man. Eating cock, despite her recent adventures and experimentation's, remained her favorite foreplay activity, and her dampening cunt proved it.

She swirled her tongue over the bulbous crown of his cock after licking her way all around his shaft. She teased his piss-silt with her tongue-tip, loving the way Charlie hissed and squirmed in ecstasy in response. His balls already began to tighten against her massaging fingers and she picked up the pace of her oral action as her own horny needs motivated her.

Misty squeezed his shaft and began beating him off while clamping her lips over his knob and sucking. She coaxed a drop of jizz out of his prick and used her tongue to lather the salty fluid over his cockhead. She then began alternating the pace of her stroking, sliding the skin of his shaft up and down the sturdy hard-on.

Suddenly, he grabbed her and sat up. He pushed her down and came over her in one swift motion, wedging himself between her thighs and poking his lubed cockhead into her cunt.

"Oh, Charlie!" she breathed, panting as she lifted tier feet and hooked her legs around his hips, steering him into the velvety saddle of her cunt and inner thighs. "You fuck me so good!"

He smiled as his cock slid into her greased fuckhole. He nailed her pussy in a single stroke and they both groaned from the pleasure. Their bodies came together effortlessly, and there was no hesitation as they developed a steady rhythm to their fucking.

Her cunt muscles squeezed his invading fuckmeat as her slick nectar waked his prick.

She humped her pussy with timed movements to match the penetration of his prick in and out of her pussy, and Misty quickly felt the sweet tensions in her depths of an approaching orgasm.

Then, to her momentary dismay, Charlie jerked his cock from her cunt and rocked back on his haunches. A smug smile curved his lips as excitement blazed in his eyes.

"Roll over," he said. "On your hands and knees."

"Oooohhh, Charlie!" she squealed. "You're going to fuck my ass!"

He nodded and flashed a sheepish grin as she quickly positioned herself as he'd ordered. She lifted her round, sexy ass high, mooning him, anxiously providing an easy target for the plunging of his cock. At the same time, the knowing blonde relaxed her muscles and eagerly anticipated the invasion of his fuckmeat into her tight, buttery shitter. Her stiff nipples rubbed against the sheets as she leaned forward, bracing herself on her elbows and wrists. Her knees were parted and the fleecy tuft of her blonde pussy bush provided a visible view from her back.

She sighed happily when his hands squeezed her asscheeks. She trembled slightly as he exposed her puckered shitter then quickly poked his well-lubed knob against the vulnerable hole. "Oh, hurry, darling!" she gasped, wriggling her butt and shoving herself back anxiously, trying to impale herself on his swollen fuck-knob.

"Please, hurry! Fuck my ass, Charlie! Oh… damn, I love it this way!"

He chuckled.

"How can I refuse you now?" he murmured, suddenly heaving forward, driving half of his fuckmeat into her squeezing, hot shit-chute.

She squealed as his cock entered her asshole. Her head snapped up as she howled her squeals and rammed her ass back to meet the thrust of his prick. And suddenly he'd plugged her tight shitter to the hilt.