Bill Randolph - Eat out with his wife

He slid his fingers slowly, gently in and out of her sucking mouth until she'd cleaned his fingers. And then, he ducked down, gripping the countertop edge with his hands on either side of her hips. In the next second, the blonde squealed a throaty groan as Bud's tongue fucked along her gash, spearing peanut butter and her throbbing cuntal tissues.

She wailed as he tongued his way to her clit, and wild shudders overwhelmed her when he sucked her clit between his nibbling teeth.

He teased her clit until her climax verged on the fingers of her nerves, then he began lapping over her cuntlips, licking up the peanut butter that clung to her pussyfolds. He devoured her pussy, gobbling and sucking and licking until he'd cleared away the peanut butter and reached the juicy, pinkish cuntmeat.

He stabbed his tongue into her fuckhole, immediately triggering her orgasm. And as the horny blonde wailed her pleasure and shuddered on the countertop, Bud grabbed her hips and held her in place while drilling his tongue deeper and deeper.

"Ooohhh, don't stop!" she wailed, clutching at his head, grabbing fistfulls of his hair and pulling his face harder against her quivering cunt, impaling herself on his tongue. "Don't ever stop!"

He wriggled his tongue into the juicy core of her fuckhole, and Misty screamed. Her orgasm seemed to be intensifying. And through it all, the lusty blonde had to lean back on the countertop and thrust her cunt against his face as an automatic response to the wild and wondrous climax ripping through her pussy.

Then, all too quickly, Bud lifted his face from her pussy. His eyes were gleaming with an animal-like lust that didn't need translation. His lips were smeared with peanut butter and the glistening juices of her pussy. He licked his lips and again opened the refrigerator door.

"No, no!" Misty murmured, a pouty purr. "Eat me, Bud! Fuck me! Eat me and fuck me!"

"Lunch is over," he said, placing the butter try on the countertop, then helping her off the counter.

As she watched, he smeared butter on his rigid prick. Her momentary confusion was quickly dashed when he then turned her around and had her clutch the countertop while sticking out her shapely ass. In the next second, she moaned a throaty wail just as his butter-greased prick-knob poked her puckered asshole.

"You nasty son of a bitch!" Misty shrieked through guttural laughter as she wriggled her butt and instinctively pushed herself back against his probing cock. "You take a girl's food, clean out her fridge, and this is the way you treat her."

"Sure!" he snickered, grunting as he heaved half of his fuckmeat into her tight, hot slitter. "But I can tell you aren't too pissed off about it."

"Hell, no!" she wailed, swinging her butt in broad, fast circles while continuing to push back against his sturdy cock. "Since you're there, give it to me! Slam, the fucker home!"

They both yelled as he did just that! A deep, hard thrust, a mighty jerk of his hips, and his prick hammered to the hilt into her tight bung. And Misty cried out a whimpering groan as both pain and pleasure sizzled her. His prick was stuffed into her brownie, deep and tight!

"Aaahhhhh, damn! That's tough!" she hissed and panted. "Mmmmmm, at least you lubed up first! Your damn prick would've killed my tender little asshole!"

"Don't bitch!" he gasped, giving her asscheek a playful slap as he slowly pulled his cock halfway out of her shitter. "Women with hot cunts like you love it in the ass! It's just second pussy to you!"

It must be true, Misty told herself as he hammered his cock back into her shitter. He started fucking her ass with fierce strokes, and the joyous pleasure of it quickly overtook her senses. Soon, the lusty blonde was swaying and heaving, pitching herself back on his cock, totally assisting him as he fucked her asshole. And without giving the matter any special thought, the horny blonde was overwhelmed with the incredible sensations that flooded her.

Her pussy as well as her asshole throbbed and convulsed. Wondrous ecstasy showered through her as an immediate orgasm rocked through her. Her juicy cunt shuddered and spanned even as her brownie clamped on his drilling prick.

"Aw, fuck!" he gasped. "So tight, hot and nice! Shit, I love fucking your ass! It's even better than I knew it'd be!"

"Well, don't get tired!" she hissed. "I'm getting used to this, and I love it!"

He chuckled as he drove his cock in and out of her squeezing shit-chute. His hands squeezed her round, firm asscheeks as he plowed her shitter, and they both yelped with glee as twin sensations engulfed them.

The teeming tension again flexed her pussy and Misty braced herself for another massive climax. She trembled and shuddered as she screamed and felt herself twist into sweet oblivion. And a split second later, she heard him gasp and pant as his cock swelled inside her shitter. She knew what was about to happen and her excitement soared.

"Go ahead and come!" she hissed, slamming and heaving herself back on his prick. "Fill my ass with spunk!"

"Here it comes!" he yelled, clutching her asscheeks and nailing her shitter to the hilt with his fuckmeat. "Aaawwwww, fuck, I'm coming! I'm fuckin' commmmmiiinnnggg!"

"Yes, yes, yessss!" she wailed as his cock leaped inside her ass and shot thick ropes of jism into her bowels. "Yessss!"

The blast of his come into her shitter jarred her into another satisfying orgasm. Her asshole clamped and milked his spurting fuckmeat, draining his balls of every drop of his precious load before she finally slumped against the counter and felt his spent prick twitch weakly inside her flexing shitter.

"At least our lunch wasn't fattening," he whispered seconds later, easing his prick out of her brownie.

Misty sighed throatily and smiled. She turned slowly and faced him, thrilling to the feel of his slimy, hot jizz swimming in the depths of her asshole.

"Maybe your girlfriend will join us for lunch tomorrow?" she said with a sly, shy smile.

Bud laughed. "Honey, from now on lunch will have a special meaning for me." Bud caressed Misty's huge tits and winked. "It just became my favorite meal of the day."

"Mine, too," the blonde said, giggling as she cupped his balls in both hands and fed him one of her tits.

Judy Witherspoon needed just one glance at her boss to realize her initial fears were accurate. She'd been fucking Bud Dumas for two years and she knew the man inside out. He liked and needed pussy, and nothing turned his head more than a sexy, cock-crazy woman. Business could go to hell and the world could stop if Bud spotted a horny, ready-to-play cunt. Judy knew. It had happened before. And now, the brunette knew, it was happening again.

"So, how was the movie?" Judy asked after Bud entered the video store and marched straight back to the private office.

"She wants both of us to join her for lunch tomorrow," Bud said, his excitement clearly evident in his expression. "You'll have to call our part-time teen and have him watch the place tomorrow afternoon. Okay?"

Judy smiled. "Have I ever denied you anything?"

Judy wasn't particularly surprised that Misty Morgan would be curious about three-way fucking. From the moment Judy had taken a good look at Misty, the brunette knew the blonde was a hot cunt on the make for steamy, wild times. Judy guessed that Misty was bored with her marriage and probably feeling like life was passing her by. After all, such feelings had weighed on Judy just before she'd met Bud Dumas.

Judy had been engaged to a nice guy. He had a good job, came from a decent family and seemed like perfectly suitable husband material. In bed, he had been adequate if somewhat unimaginative, but Judy wasn't sure she should expect more. At least she wasn't sure until she'd been seduced by Bud. And now, Judy saw a very familiar look in Misty's eyes, and the brunette realized she was already in a fight for Bud.