Jerry Jones - Wife's Anal Perversion

At this point Carla was bending over. Wally looked at her bare ass cheeks. He gently squeezed them with his hands. Next, he flipped his slippery cock between them. With a forceful plunge forward, he rammed it right up her hot, tight rectum.

"Fuck it," he told her, "fuck. That's the way to do it. Fuck it off."

With powerful penis stabs he rammed it into her. She loved every erotic movement.

"Now you're doing it," he told her excitedly.

"Oh, baby, fuck it. Fuck it off."

With determined cock strokes he continued thrusting. She became more keenly excited.

"Yes, baby," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck it. Fuck it off."

He thrilled to the sensation of his cock being pulled up her tight ass-hole like quicksand. He enjoyed pulling it out and watching it disappear.

"Fuck," he told her. "Come on, baby, fuck it. That's the way to do it. Fuck."

He was really aroused at this point. "Baby, you're beautiful," he told her. "I really love screwing you."

Bending over he reached for her breasts. Cupping them in his hands he squeezed them.

"Screw me," she begged him anxiously. "Fuck my ass and fuck it good."

His powerful penis plunged up her ass-hole. His hairy big balls bounced against her bare bottom.

"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, fuck it off."

The keen pleasure that she felt as his rigid cock invaded her tight ass-hole kept her twisting and grinding for his pleasure. She enjoyed the feel of his hands manipulating her breasts. She liked it when he used one hand on both bosoms and reached down with his free hand to her pussy.

Slipping two fingers into her vagina, he entertained her.

"Do you like it both ways?" he smiled at her eagerly.

"Yes, yes," Carla cried passionately. "Fuck me."

His wife couldn't hold back any longer.

"If you think I would permit that," she told him, "you've got another think coming. I'd like to shove a broom stick up your ass-hole. That's what would be fair. To let you know how awful it is."

He was paying no attention. He went on ramming it into Carla's willing, twisting ass-hole.

"Keep fucking me," Carla begged him anxiously. "I want it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck. Fuck it all the way."

With determined penis stabs, he went on thrusting. He could tell from the way his fingers were wet in her pussy she was almost there.

"Yes, baby, yes," he begged her, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck it off."

It wouldn't be much longer until she was cuming. At the same time his thick prick rammed up her ass. His balls bounced against her buttocks as she wiggled for him.

"I love it," he cried passionately. "Now fuck. Fuck it."

With determined cock stabs he went on thrusting.

"Oh, baby," he told her, "twist your tail. It's tight up there. I love it."

Carla enjoyed it, too. As she bent over farther, it made it possible for him to plunge still deeper up her willing ass-hole.

Finally he realized he was closing in on a sticky white climax. He plunged in as deep as it would go. His hot, white juices shot up her ass.

"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how good that feels."

She enjoyed every jab of his long, hard cock. She was stopping for nothing now.

"Ohhhhh, baby, keep fingering me," Carla panted. "I love it when your fingers play with my pussy."

Ramming his cock in up to the hilt, he felt his balls tingling that second before he shot his hot, white spray up her ass.

She wiggled, gripping his penis tightly and squeezing all of the cream out of his cock.

When he had finished getting his rocks off, he slowly eased off her.

She looked at him adoringly.

"Hey, baby," she told him, "you really know how to screw."

His wife was looking at him with so much rage in her heart she couldn't think of any words.

"Why are you so quiet, Jan?" he asked as he fixed himself a drink.

"That's about the sickest, most demented sexual performance I've ever witnessed," she shook her head.

"And considering all of the orgies we've been to," Wally laughed, "that's saying a mouthful."

Jan got to her feet.

"Just a couple swap sessions," she lamented, "but nothing sick like this. I'm sorry that I agreed to such a ridiculous triangle."

"Get the fuck out of here," Wally told her. "If you can't stand it, get out."

She got dressed and left. When he was alone with Carla, he apologized for his wife's conduct.

"She's always giving me a rough time of it," he admitted, "and it really bugs the hell out of me. It isn't fair. She expects me to be loyal to her. Yet, she doesn't want to satisfy me."

"I understand," she told him frankly. "A lot of women are like that. It really is disgusting."

"You bet your ass it is," he told her. "A guy has to get his kicks one way or another. It isn't fair for a woman to be like that."

He looked at her now anxiously.

"You know, there's one thing I've always wanted to do," he told her, "and I wonder if you'd let me try it with you."

"What is it?" she asked him. "I like to fuck a woman standing up."

"What's so exciting about that?" she asked him curiously.

"I don't know," he admitted, "but just the idea of doing it standing up appeals to me."

"It appeals to me, too," she said.

She wrapped her legs around him.

"Fuck me," she cried out.

He could tell from the way her pussy was moistening that she was really enjoying it.

"This really feels super," he cried out. "I love it. Fuck, baby, fuck."

Finally he fingered her ass-hole. She thrilled to the sensation of his finger slipping up her rectum.

"Now you're doing it," he whispered. "This really means a lot to me, baby. Fuck. Fuck it."

With powerful, passionate cock stabs he went on thrusting. She knew that it wouldn't be much longer until his cock exploded. She was eager for that moment of climax.

"Yes, baby, yes," she pleaded passionately, "give it to me. I want it. I want it, baby."

All at once his cock exploded.

"Ohhh," he cried out, "fuck off. Fuck off."

She was really milking his penis for him now."

"Just like I like it," he told her. "Baby, you're beautiful. Fuck me."

With deep, hard cock stabs he continued thrilling her.

"That's what I needed," he told her. "Just like that, sweetheart. Oh, baby, fuck me."

She continued exercising her well-trained pussy muscles on Wally's long, thick penis. At last he shot her the juice she wanted. She squeezed all of the cream out of his long, slippery cock.

When she had finished thrilling him in this manner, he eased off. She removed herself from him.

"I wish we could fuck this way all the time."

"For God's sakes, don't propose marriage," he exclaimed. "That's the last thing I want."

"Don't worry," she assured him, "I'm not asking you for that."

It was obvious to him that she was thinking of something and he was thinking of something else.

"Oh, baby," he gasped, "I loved screwing you."

She looked at him with adoration in her eyes. And he was looking at her lovingly.

"We're gonna make it again, baby," he smiled, "I just know it."

She went over to the dresser and poured herself a drink. She was trying to drown her guilt with liquor.

"You don't feel guilty about screwing, do you?"

"I got your wife uptight," she apologized. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about the bitch," he told her. "We enjoyed each other. That is what is important."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do," he told her. "Why wouldn't I?"

It was obvious he was serious.

"Oh, all right," she agreed, "I guess I shouldn't feel that way. Forgive me."

She felt satisfied now. For she knew that she had done her best to make him happy.

"Look, sweetheart," she told him, "I want to ask you something. Will you make sure we get together again?"