Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

"Take off these shorts!" he hissed, suddenly breaking off the deep kissing and eagerly fondling her tits.

Misty didn't hesitate as she quickly began stripping off her shorts. At the same time, her lips curled into a smirk.

"How did you know I'd go for this?" she asked.

"Honey, you had a big sign all over you saying, suck me, fuck me! I saw it the second I saw you wander down the sidewalk in front of the store. Plain as day."

Misty snickered as she pulled her shorts and panties down, exposing her fleecy golden-haired cunt to him for the first time. As gracefully as possible, she bent down and unlaced her sandals, then stepped out of her shorts and panties.

"Your turn," she said, grabbing his belt buckle and going to work on undressing him.

He started unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes. Seconds later, they were both nude, their eyes raking over each other, obviously enjoying what they saw. When Bud reached out to embrace her, Misty giggled and twisted away. She darted down the hallway toward the bedroom, and squealed happily as his footsteps sounded behind her.

He grabbed her from behind in the doorway of the bedroom.

"So, you like to play games?" he gasped, embracing her tightly and practically carrying her to the bed. He dumped her onto the mattress and fell on top of her as both of them laughed and squealed and thrashed around against each other.

"Who is playing games?" she asked, squeezing his trim asscheeks and thrilling to the hot stabbing of his prick on her thigh. "You said something about sucking my hot pussy. Remember?"

"You're not likely to let me forget," he said, ducking down and snatching one of her stiff nipples between his teeth.

Misty groaned as instant sensations zipped through her. Her tits ached and throbbed as the pleasure of what he was doing to her nipple scorched her nerves. Her pussy convulsed and her slimy juices saturated her puffy cuntflesh. Her clit twitched and itched and her cuntwalls spasmed in involuntary arousal and anticipation.

She squealed throatily as Bud gradually sucked her tit into his mouth while his hands played over her other tit. His fingers brushed her exposed nipple, whipping the pink bud into a turgid dart. She panted and sighed and dug her fingernails into his assflesh, practically willing him to slam his prick into her hungry fuckhole.

But, good to his word, Bud soon pushed his way down her body, dragging his lips and tongue over her heaving belly until his tongue tangled in the dense, damp forest of her cunt-muff.

"Aaahhhh, shit yessss!" she gasped, clutching at his hair and scalp. "Start sucking, Bud! Make my hot little pussy hum!"

He fucked his tongue gently up and down her creamy slit, teasing the tender tissues and folds of her gash. And Misty had to bellow a lusty groan as the erotic pleasure overwhelmed her.

She heard his own moans of delight as he buried his face against her seething cunt. The joyous sounds of her wet, slippery cuntfolds played in her ears and sizzled her nerves even as Bud's tongue and mouth devoured her pussymeat.

She shuddered and trembled, and immediately realized just what an expert Bud Dumas was at sucking cunt. It was quite a delightful bonus giving the fact that Bud Dumas wasn't at all bad to look at and that, while his cock didn't quite measure up to the video image of the stud on the X-rated tape, he had more than enough fuckmeat to give her raunchy pussy a good workout.

He began licking at the curly fringe of blonde hairs edging Misty's cunt. Her slit quivered and her meaty pussy pulp throbbed as he briefly concentrated on the outer edges of her snatch. And very quickly Misty swooned as the unique sensations bombarded her.

Uncontrollably, she began to buck her ass up and down on the bed, nudging her pussy all over the man's face. Her big tits heaved and her belly flexed as her wet pussy convulsed and begged for more direct attention from Bud's tongue and lips and teeth. He was literally driving her crazy with this teasing torment of fucking his tongue through the fringe of her golden pussyhair.

"Oooohhhh, Bud!" she squealed, twisting his hair in her grasping fingers. "That's it! Ah, God, that's soooo fuckin' good! Tongue my pussy! Suck the hot bitch! Suck meeeeee!"

Thrusting his hands under her thighs, he squeezed and kneaded her round, firm asscheeks as he lifted her cunt to his anxious mouth. Then, deliberately, he kissed her pussy socket, moving his lips lightly over the succulent, sugary pulp while wedging his lips between her cuntlips. And Misty went wild.

She kicked her legs up high in the air and yelped. She humped vigorously, practically impaling on cunt on his tongue. And her passion soared as Bud finally slipped his tongue deeper and deeper into the wet silt of her quivering pussy. Gradually, he moved his mouth up her cunt and let his upper lip massage her clit while sinking his tongue into her smoldering cuntal depths.

"Yes, yes, yesssss!" she wailed, bucking her ass hard and fast, driving her pussy into his face, smearing his cheeks with the thick flow of her pussy juices. "Tongue-fuck me! Aaahhh! Tongue my pussy! Yes, yyyeessss, that's what I love!"

Her pussy shuddered violently. Her whole body rocked from the passion sweeping through her. Her whole body rocked from the passion sweeping through her. Her cries became guttural whimpers as her ecstasy scaled new levels.

The voluptuous blonde was soon contorting and twisting on the bed, wrapping her long, shapely legs around Bud's head and shoulders, squeezing him with the velvety vise of her silky thighs, feeding him her spicy juices and giving his tongue and mouth a full treatment of her vibrating pussy. Excitement and desire raged throughout her body, and through it all she heard his proud snickers and the hoarse murmurs coming from him as he feasted on her cunt.

"Good stuff!" he murmured. "Best, sweetest little pussy I've sucked in months!"

A moment later, she shrieked in unbridled delight as he surprised her by slipping a finger into her puckered asshole. At the same time, he stabbed his tongue to its limit into her flexing fuckhole. She came thunderously, her whole body flopping wildly on the bed as her legs squeezed tightly op his head.

"Suck it up!" she squealed. "Aaahhhhhh, fuck, I'm juicing like a nympho slut!"

He wiggled his finger inside her tight shitter, intensifying her climax. And the hot blonde bellowed her ecstasy as her orgasm seemed to last forever. Never before had she experienced such a prolonged, heady come, and even in the midst of her pleasure, she realized this would be the new measuring stick for all future orgasms. The shudders of orgasmic pleasure raced through her body, constantly releasing fresh floods of fuck-juices into Bud's receptive mouth. She thrilled to the lusty sounds of his fast slurping and gurgling as he gulped down her nectar and continued to tongue-fuck her pussy and finger-fucking her asshole. It was all very incredible, and the horny blonde couldn't get enough of it.

Eventually, her body had to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure that had rocked her. She went limp, momentarily sated as the wondrous afterglow of her echoing orgasm gently faded over her nerves and senses. She wilted on the bed and her legs fell away from his head and shoulders. She closed her eyes and moaned, relishing the last, subtle tremors that spasmed through her loins.

When Misty opened her eyes again, Bud was grinning down at her lewdly. His handsome face was smeared with her cuntal juices, making his appearance that much more enticing and alluring. The hot blonde shuddered again just from the horny sight.

"Well?" he whispered hoarsely. "You coming back to life, or have you decided to sleep away the rest of the day?"

"Well," she said softly, "I can truthfully say you are one sloppy eater, Bud Dumas."