"Oh, yeah, Danny, fuck me! Ooohhhh, that feels so damn good!" The lithe blonde on the bed writhed in ecstasy, her luscious, naked body glistening with a sweaty sheen as her handsome husband fucked his prick in and out of her syrupy cunthole.
The bed quaked beneath the lovers, and Irene Boyer savored the delicious scents and sounds of their passionate fucking. She was humping up and down, slamming her furry pussy up to meet every one of Dan's fierce fuck-thrusts. She squealed each time their bodies collided and his engorged prick-knob sliced up into the churning depths of her cunt channel. Her larger-than-average tits jiggled and swayed, tantalizing her horny husband's hot gaze as he fucked his cock into her seething fuckhole.
For the twenty-two-year-old wife, her year of marriage had been filled with nights such as this, and Irene could only crave more of the hot action. She had come so far from the shy virgin of her wedding night. Now the lusty blonde needed fucking almost as much as her husband.
Dan's large hands kneaded the pliant flesh of her big tits as he moaned his pleasure. "My fucking balls are on fire, honey!" he gasped. "Shit, your hot pussy drives me wild!"
"I know, darling. I know," she groaned. "Just keep fucking me. Ooohhh, I love it when you bang me so hard with your big prick!"
Her welcoming cunt opened up to his penetrating cock. Her creamy cuntwalls squeezed around the invading fuckmeat, greedily choking his prick as Dan slammed his cock in and out of her pussy. Irene's throbbing little clit seemed to grow as his rubbing cockshaft massaged it while filling her pussy cavity and triggering the steady flow of her clear, sticky fuck juices.
Irene bounced her shapely ass up and down, then started rotating her hips in wide circles, altering the penetration of his tireless prick. She giggled with delight as his pistoning cock attacked her tender cunthole from a different angle, and she impulsively wrapped her long legs around his bucking ass. She clung to her husband, digging her fingernails into his strong, broad shoulders and continued to hump back at his pounding fuck-strokes.
Her love and desire for her husband melted together as she experienced the familiar outpouring of sensation and affection while their bodies locked. She couldn't get enough of him, and it thrilled her to know Dan was constantly hungry for her body.
She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the, troubling feelings of sudden lust she had felt earlier in the evening while chatting with their neighbor, Pete Howell. For weeks, Irene had been making excuses to bump in to the thirty-eight-year-old neighbor, but it wasn't until tonight that she faced up to her behavior.
I must be crazy, she told herself as her pussy milked ocher husband's pile-driving fuckmeat and she cried out in ecstasy. I'm either crazy and becoming a slutty nympho!
She tried to ignore the troubling thoughts as she concentrated on the exquisite fucking Dan was giving her. She was only partially successful. Despite the joyous sensations engulfing her, Irene remained a prisoner to the disquieting notion that she was horny for Pete Howell. Jesus, what had happened to the shy virgin she had been just one short year ago?
In quieter, more reflective moments, Irene guessed that Dan had unlocked the seething desires boiling inside her curvaceous, young body. After all, it had been Dan who had taken her cherry on their wedding night. It had been Dan, and only Dan, who had fed her a steady supply of cock during the year of their marriage. It had obviously been Dan who had addicted her to fucking and sucking and other lewd sexual experimentation.
In and out Dan fucked while Irene whimpered and moaned beneath him. "Oh, oh, oooohhh!" she sighed. "Oh, honey, don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop fucking me! I need it so bad! Fuck me with your hard, big cock! Aaahhh, yes, yyyeeesss, I love that so fucking much!"
"I'm gonna come, baby," Dan warned as his body suddenly stiffened. "Oh, shit, your tight little pussy is sucking the come right out of me?"
"Don't worry, Danny," she gasped. "Don't hold back, darling, give me your come. Shoot it into me. Fill me up with your hot spunk! Oh, fuck, it blows my mind when you blast your hot load into my pussy!"
His warning promise, nit always did, fired her pussy and caused her cunt to convulse even more violently against him. The first time Irene had ever felt the glorious sensations of an orgasm had been on her wedding night, right at the moment Dan had spewed thick, pulpy jism into her. From that time to the present, feeling his foamy jizz spurting into her pussy usually triggered her own climax, like a conditioned response. It had become an automatic thing, and Irene certainly wasn't complaining.
She had listened to the terrible tales of neighbor ladies and other friends reciting their inability to come with their lovers. Irene could merely smile and remember how wonderful it was not to have such a problem. In fact, she enjoyed multiple orgasms more often than not, occasionally coming even while sucking Dan's cock. It was just another example of her horny nature developing.
Her handsome husband had taught her everything she knew about fucking, and Irene could only conclude that he was responsible for her ability to come so readily and satisfying. As her erotic thoughts wandered toward Pete Howell or any other attractive male stranger she happened to spot while shopping or driving around town, she couldn't help but also wonder if a stranger could make her so fast on the trigger.
She screamed loudly as she felt her husband's cock surge inside her trembling fuckhole. He continued to batter her pussy with his bloated cock, and she prepared herself to accept his jetting load. Her cuntwalls flexed and spasmed and her pussy tissues vibrated in a frenzy. Involuntary shudders rocked throughout her juicy cunt channel, and Irene knew their twin explosions would soon rip through them.
"I want it, Dan!" she cried, a raspy, throaty plea. "Give me your came! Oh, honey, I want to feel it shoot inside me! Hard and deep! Flood my pussy, darling! Aaaahhhh, I know it's coming, baby! I know it! Please, Danny, fill me up! Give me every precious drop of your hot load!"
Coherent thought became impossible. The only reality for Irene now was the grinding, thrusting, humping motions of their bodies convulsing toward orgasm. Over and over they heaved and arched, straining for the rapture that was just seconds away.
The slow build gathered speed and intensity, and the hard waves of ecstasy crashed over Irene's taut nerves. She felt it coming, a thunderous explosion waiting for the ultimate peak before tearing through her lust-contorted body. The fierce spasms gripped her cunthole and threatened to turn her tender pussy inside out, and still Dan hammered his trembling cock in and out of her overheated fuck-tunnel.
"Aaahhh, ooohhhh!" Irene shrieked. "Ohhhh, I'm coming! I'm coming, darling! Keep pumping! Keep fucking me!"
Her body controlled her completely as her orgasm swept over her. Up and down she gyrated, matching the tempo of Dan's powerful fuck-thrusts.
"Take it, baby!" he howled. "I'm coming, too! Here it is! Ooohhh, yes, yes, take it all, baby! Suck it up with your hungry pussy!"
His prick exploded deep inside her, sending spurts of boiling come channeling into her. Irene went out of her mind with lusty abandon. Her own cunt contorted with mindless ecstasy again and again as she flooded the shooting cock with her cunt cream. She couldn't control the sobs that accompanied her release, nor did she want to. It felt so good, so incredibly good!
The fierce ripples spread out to every region of her lust-drenched body, jarring her limbs and bones and finally weakening the leg-lock, she employed on her husband's pumping waist and hips. She felt her legs unwrap and open back up as her greedy pussy sucked up his spurting jism.
Dan's deep, guttural growls of pleasure trembled her nerves as he expressed his own ecstasy. Irene savored the moment and clung to him. Her pussy involuntarily spasmed around his twitching prick, milking every single drop of his come, and Irene was left to contemplate the joyous sensations filtering through her glowing body.
Finally, her husband's body went limp and he collapsed down on top of her, burying his face against the fleshy cushion of her big tits. She stroked his dark, curly hair and moaned as his hot, gasping breaths bathed her sensitive tit mounds and stiff, tingly nipples.
"I love you, Danny," she whispered. "You make me so happy, darling. You're my marvelous, sexy stud."
"Oh, baby," Dan moaned, rolling off to one side of her, his wilting prick glistening with her pussy juices. "You are the best. A guy couldn't have a better wife."
"Do you mean it, Danny?" she asked, timidly, suddenly feeling very guilty for her lusty thoughts about other men.
"Are you kidding?" he snorted. "The only thing I regret is not marrying you sooner. Of course, if you didn't have to be such an old fashioned girl wanting to wait until we were married to fuck, we could've been enjoying each other like this that much longer."
"I'm sorry, Danny," she whispered. "I think back and realize how silly I was to make both of us wait for the wedding. But, hell, my mother always drummed it into my head that a man who really loved me would wait. I know that's dumb, and that I cheated us out of some great times."
Dip chuckled and playfully tweaked one of her nipples between two fingertips. "Stop apologizing," he said. "We're making up for it now, aren't we?"
"You bet," she giggled, making a quick grab for his slime-coated prick. "Think you can get it hard again so we can enjoy some sloppy seconds?"
"Has my cock ever failed you yet?" Dan laughed. "Just give him a little encouragement, sweet lips, and we'll try it again."
Irene giggled throatily. "We'll keep trying until we get it right."
He lay on his back, his deep laughter bringing fresh lust to Irene's pussy. Her eyes swept over his muscular body, lingering on his twitching, reawakening prick and egg-sized balls. A hot shiver zipped through her, and she groaned as she leaned forward, wedging herself between his spread legs. She swooned as she licked her tongue-tip up his inner thighs, moving from one leg to the other, giving each leg equal treatment with her hot, wet tongue-tip.
She drew her knees up under her and her lovely round ass lifted up as she brought her nibbling lips closer and closer to his hairy ball-bag. She teased the outer edges of his ball-sac with her tongue-tip, thrilling to the way her husband squirmed and groaned in excited anticipation.
The scent of his manly crotch mingled with the sweet smell of her sticky nectar residue on his prick and balls quickly ignited more lust inside her, quickening the pace of her licking. Her tits throbbed and her nipples stiffened while she felt the wonderful feelings of her pussylips quivering in overheated expectation.
Finally, the sexy blonde housewife dragged her wet tongue over his plump balls. The soft, damp hair covering his ball-bag tickled her tongue and lips, delighting her as she bathed his leathery sac with saliva.
Suddenly, unable to contain her own maddening lust any longer, Irene opened her mouth wide and gulped his balls between her wet lips. She moaned happily as his meaty orbs filled her mouth. She began to munch delicately on his balls, loving the way they slid against her brushing, caressing tongue. She juiced them generously with her hot spit before slowly removing them from her mouth.
By now, Dan's cock was jutting stiffly up from his hairy crotch, towering straight up like a steel missile, shiny from her recent cunt spendings, crisscrossed with purple veins and topped with a slick, mushroom cap that totally captured Irene's attention.
She started licking her tongue slowly up the bulging underside of his fuck shaft, savoring the sweet-salty taste of her own cunt juices still glazing the cockflesh. The heat radiating from his prick was incredible, practically scorching her tender tongue-tip. Her own arousal stirred even more passionately as she gradually worked her mouth and tongue up to the slender thread of flesh connecting his circumcised cockhead to his fuck shaft. She carefully and precisely flicked her tongue-tip along the sensitive string of flesh, fascinated by the way his whole slab of fuckmeat jerked and spumed against her searing tonguing.
"Damn, Irene, you get wilder by the day!"
Dan rasped, reaching down and stroking her long, silky blonde hair, framing it around her lovely peaches-and-cream face. "Suck it now, baby," he hissed, his arousal leaping inside him. "Take it in your hot mouth and suck hard. God, I can't wait to feel your mouth sucking me off!"
She obeyed his command only after teasingly swirling her tongue around his engorged fuckknob. She tickled the tiny piss-slit with her tongue-tip, making him groan with guttural need, then opened her lips wide enough to gulp the swollen cock-head into her mouth.
Her husband jerked his hips the moment she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. The force of his bucking sent his prick deeper into her slick mouth, and Irene groaned. She used the opportunity of his penetration to slide her lips down to the very base of his prickshaft. His bloated cockhead nudged the back of her throat, momentarily choking her, but she didn't care. She liked the sensation of his cockmeat choking her.
She used her fingertips to caress and fondle his saliva-soaked balls as she stifled bobbing her lovely face up and down on his trembling cockshaft. Her lips glided up and down the thick, fat prick as she quickly increased the speed of her cock-sucking. She feasted on his tasty fuckmeat, relishing the smells and feelings inside her mouth. She felt every quiver and wobble of his ballooned cock, and her pussy stirred in horny lust as the same time.
Desperately Irene wanted to savor her husband's come splashing thickly down her throat, but she also wanted him to juice her pussy again. It was an increasing problem, and one which the horny young blonde figured had nudged her into lusty thoughts of other men. If her true fantasy could be realized, Irene Boyer would love nothing better than to be sucking her husband's cock while jetting her pussy fucked by Pete Howell's prick.
A little yelp escaped her cock-stretched lips as she involuntarily gave in to her secret fantasy. At the same time, she popped Dan's prick from her wet mouth and hastily mounted the towering fuck pole. She straddled his hips and waist as she anxiously lowered her dripping pussy down onto the fat fuck-knob. She threw her head back, a shower of golden curls falling down her flawless back, and squealed with joyous delight as she impaled herself on her husband's sturdy fuckmeat.
"I love you, darling! I love you so much!" she gasped, reminding herself of that fact as much as providing Dan with the message.
"Ooohhh, I need your big cock all the time!" She bounced up and down on Dan's prick, screaming and gasping as her overheated cunthole gripped him. Her big, heavy tits flopped lewdly and she rocked her head from side to side, racing toward the massive orgasm she so urgently craved.