Bill Randolph: Eat out with his wife

He snickered as he lowered himself over her spread-eagled body and supported himself with his outstretched arms planted on either side of her head.

"But that's the way you like your eaters," he said, panting as he lowered himself on her.

"I can't argue with that," she said, chuckling throatily as his chest grazed her stiff nipples and she felt him ease into the saddle of her between her spread thighs.

"Then you won't argue with the fucking I'm about to give you!" he gasped.

His prick throbbed against her inner thigh and Misty groaned with excitement. His hard, ready slab of fuckmeat felt a foot long! It scorched her sensitive flesh, seemingly burning right through to her bone. And Misty couldn't wait to feel the thrust of his cock inside her aching pussy.

She glanced down, as if to reassure herself that his cock was normal size. She mentally flashed on the lewd scene in the tape she'd seen earlier at the video store and wondered what it would be like having her pussy plugged by such a mammoth hose of cock like the stud in the movie had jutting from his crotch. She swooned, both at the wild, raunchy thought and at the actual sensation of Bud's prick-knob probing her slippery cunt.

Misty's creamy gash sizzled under the stroking touch of Bud's bulbous cock-crown. She trembled and started to hump, offering her oily pussy to his fuckmeat. Her body shuddered and she groaned like a bitch in heat.

"Shit, Bud!" she groaned, flashing a wicked sneer. "What are you trying to do? Make me beg for it?"

"The thought crossed my mind," he said, showing her a crooked grin as his nipples brushed across her big, pink nipples and he continued to play his delightfully cruel game with his cockhead grazing her gash.

"You win, you bastard!" she hissed, only half joking. "Fuck me! Put that monster cock of yours to work! I need it! As if you couldn't tell!"

He uttered a gruff chuckle then pressed his prickhead against her clit. The result was pure lightening. Misty shrieked and went wild. Her arms and legs jerked and twitched and began flying in all directions on the bed. It might as well have pressed an electrical prod on her cit.

"Son of a bitch!" she squealed, humping crazily.

"I'm gonna make sure you enjoy this," he said, his rigid fuckmeat not yielding at all as his spongy knob caressed her super-sensitive clit.

Her scalding nectar washed out over her puffy cuntlips as her still little love-button shuddered. A tremendous pressure knotted the depths of her cunthole and her pussywalls spasmed.

Then, just as she wondered if Bud was planning to tease her to death, be plunged his hard prick straight into her overheated cunt channel. They both cried out as his cock penetrated her churning pussyhole, and their lust-filled bodies slammed together with an intensity that jarred them both. The big bed beneath them actually swayed from the force of their connecting, but Misty didn't notice.

The horny blonde, in the middle of her throaty wail, bucked her ass off the bed several inches and impaled her pussy on Bud's pile-driving fuckmeat.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" she wailed huskily. "Ooohhhhh, yesssss!"

Bud drilled his cock to the hilt into her, then pulled it back out with a jerk of his hips. He wasted no time building up a rapid rhythm to his fuckstrokes, and his cock made wet, squishing sounds that thrilled them both as he fucked his prick in and out of her pussy.

The thickness of his cock made her cuntlips cling to his fat shaft, and no amount of furious fuck-thrusting managed to loosen the grip of her cunt on his pounding prick.

Soon all thoughts other than the pure enjoyment of the marvelous sensations whipping through her cunt and the rest of her evaporated in her mind. Misty lost herself in the ecstasy of the fucking. She moved, humped and banged beneath him, heaving her pussy up to meet every full thrust of his drilling prick. And as her pleasure soared, Bud added to her thrill by suddenly playing with her tits.

Without interrupting the rhythm of his fuckstrokes, he managed to bring a hand up to her heaving tits. He tweaked her itchy, burning nipples and made her squeal. He pinched a nipple hard and her squeal turned into a cry of pure rapture.

"Harder!" she gasped. "Pinch 'em! Pull 'em! Ooohhh, yes, I love that!"

He orgasm seemed to swell inside her churning pussy passage. Her cuntwalls spasmed so violently that her whole body began to tremble and quake. The ecstasy covered her like a thin blanket, and Misty seemed to slip into a welcome cloud of passionate oblivion.

She clawed at his ass and kicked her naked heels into the bed and the backs of his legs. She rolled her head from side to side and bellowed an unending squeal that rang in her ears.

And suddenly she went over the edge. Her climax rocked her depths, jarring her to the core, and the hot blonde screamed a joyous shriek of raw pleasure.

Bud moaned and fucked his prick even harder into her convulsing fuckhole. Her climax seemed to drive him into a feverish zeal of fucking.

"Give it to me, Bud!" she panted. "Shoot your jizz! I want it!"

His balls tightened against her and his big prick heaved. Her pussywalls clamped around his fuckmeat and started to suck his frothy wad right out of his balls.

"Come, Bud!" she cried, humping her pussy hard and fast on his prick. "Shoot all of your come into my pussy!"

Her steamy words triggered his climax. Instantly his cock leaped inside her pussy and the torrent to his thick, white jism spurted hotly up the blonde's pussy, filling her cunt with the milky load in thick jets.

Bud groaned with pleasure and collapsed on top of her, heaving and panting. She closed her long legs around him while wrapping her arms around his back. She hugged him to her as her hot pussy milked his spurting fuckmeat.

"Now that beat the hell outta any old fuck-movie!" Misty rasped. And from the lewd smirk covering his face, Misty knew that Bud agreed.

Bud Dumas followed Misty into the kitchen, and the sexy blonde felt the man's eyes on her naked ass. Misty loved the feeling and she smiled a wanton grin as she bent and began pulling things out of the refrigerator. She mooned Bud with her pretty, round, sexy ass, knowing he was getting quite a view.

"Lunch time," she said breezily, finally straightening and cradling sandwich fixings in her arms, just beneath her luscious, huge tits.

"You as hungry as me?"

Bud nodded, his eyes bugged and riveted on her naked body. His cock was already throbbing into another hard on, and Misty had plenty to look at as well even as she placed the jar of pickles, wrapped lettuce, tomato and luncheon meat on the counter.

"Help yourself to a beer," she said, placing slices of bread on plates and starting to cut the tomato.

"Maybe I'd rather help myself to something else," Bud said, moving up behind her and caressing her ass. He nibbled on her ear and moved his free hand up to fondle her tits.

Misty moaned as she felt his surging prick pulse against her butt. Her idea, of lunch was quickly taking new, erotic turns.

She wriggled her ass back against his prick, trying to wedge it inside her asscrack. His bulbous cockhead was just too large for her to accomplish such a thing without taking a more hands-on approach, but the wondrous things he was doing to her tits kept her in place. She melted against his sexy embrace and lolled her head on his shoulder as he continued to play with her tits from behind.

"I'm working up a big appetite," he hissed, breathing hot breath into her ear while lowering a hand to her pussy.

"Me too," she breathed, reaching back and gliding her hands up and down his naked thighs. It was all very much like their initial encounter in the private room at the video store, but this time they were both naked and standing in her kitchen. The erotic possibilities blazed across her active, raunchy mind, and the hot blonde shuddered involuntarily.