"Overeager orgy wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wallace Bob)

CHAPTER THREE

She looked down the garden path. It was quiet with Steve gone. His moans of pleasure, when she had sucked him dry, were lost in the night. She bit her lip. She felt uneasy, fidgety, dirty she decided to go back inside.

She stood tap, smoothed her dress down, and headed for the club, the music growing increasingly louder. As she approached, she could hear the drums in the background, and her flesh tingled.

She weakened for a second, wanting to run, but her need to be wanted and satisfied overwhelmed her sense of decency. Besides, she had discarded decency when she went to the motel with Jeff and had buried it completely when she sucked off Steve. There was no sense in putting up a false front. This man had what she wanted: a cock.

Barbara's provocative voice was low and dripping with lust, a slight hint of nervousness around the edges. "Yes, I'm Barbara." Her breathing was shallow, and her throat was dry. "Are you Fred?" He stared into her exquisite face. She was a beauty she had a radiant face that showed refinement, with brilliant green eyes, and she had a superb body.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," he said. She gulped back her decency for the last time. "Not at all," she purred, melting under his burning gaze. "I hope I'm not a disappointment." She began to tremble; his eyes were going slowly over her body.

"Baby, you're more than I hoped you'd be." He pulled her into his arms and attacked her mouth with his own. There was no need for small talk; from what Steve said, she was primed and waiting for cock.

Barbara was caught by surprise, but quickly recovered. She melted into his strong embrace, feasting on his plunging tongue, sucking the invading snake while grinding her body into his.

"God," she gasped, after they had kissed a long time. "You're even faster than Steve." Fred watched her green eyes dance with desire. She was ready, all right. He grinned. "Steve said you had a hunger." His eyes were on the dark crease between her magnificent tits as they pressed defiantly against the green silk that kept them prisoner.

Blatant and playing her role of tramp to the hilt, she slid her tongue across her glistening wet lips and took his hand in hers. "I've got a hunger for cock." She swallowed hard. "Feel. I'm burning up inside." She pressed his hand against her pussy mound.

"C'mon with me," he said hoarsely, leading her into the wooded area, away from the prying eyes of unexpected strollers. "I've got everything you'll need right here." He rubbed her hand against his stiff cock as they walked deeper into the grove of trees.

They stopped at a secluded spot away from the path, the moonlight blacked by the thick leaved branches.

"God, your cock's hard," she moaned, leaning against a tree. "Lift my dress." She was still trembling. In the limited light, she watched him as he put his hands on her thighs and raised her dress. He was older than Steve, she noticed, around her age, with dark brooding eyes and a hard mouth. "I'm shaking like a kid."

"You're not built like a kid," Fred groaned when he saw her long legs and panty-clad crotch. His hand dipped between her thighs, gouging into her crotch, feeling her wet panties. "You're ready, baby."

"God, yes!" she hissed, humping her cunt at his hand. "I told you I'm hungry for cock." She wriggled her hips. "Let me get these damn things off."

Fred stepped back, watching her peel her panties down. "God, honey, you got a great looking pair of legs." He stepped toward her, his hand going between her thighs, touching the puffy folds of her velvety moist pussy.

Her panties floated to the ground. Holding onto the tree, she kicked her panties into the underbrush. She humped her cunt against Fred's exploring fingers and spread her legs.

"Finger-fuck me, Fred. Finger-fuck me!" Her fingers went to the tiny clasp in the front, and she unhooked it, bringing her mammoth tit globes out for Fred's pleasure. "Big, huh?"

"Best-looking pair of tits I've ever seen," he groaned, his eyes topping. I owe Steve one, he said to himself. This hot sexy lady is overwhelming. He put one hand behind her and massaged het ass while fucking three fingers into her steamy wet pussy.

"Ahhhhhhh," Barbara sighed, her knees bending, turning to rubber. She had to use the tree for support. "God, it feels good having something in my pussy."

She worked her hips in time to his digging fingers in her cunt, loving the way he was fingering her pussy and groping around her and at the same time.

"Jesus, I wish we were in bed…" She was reeling, jerking and moaning, yearning to have her tits sucked and her pussy fucked.

Fred lowered his head to one of her giant tits, his tongue sliding wetly over the silky smooth skin as he fucked his fingers into her squishy pussy and kneaded the flesh of her ass. His back began to ache in the strained position; he came up, stepped back, and placed his juice-stained fingers to her mouth.

Delirious, Barbara ate the cunt-cream off his fingers, sucking them, slurping on them as if they were a big fat prick.

"You must be hungry," Fred groaned, watching with avid interest as the horny woman went crazy on his fingers. "You ready for my cock?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" she answered in a burst of emotion. "Yes, I'm ready for you." She was leaning against the tree, her dress hiked up, her pussy exposed to Fred's hungry leer, her bloated tits in full view.

Fred marveled at her. He hauled his prick out and rubbed his cock shaft against her belly. "You want my prick inside your pussy?" he rasped, his aroused tone adding to her past passionate state.

"Yesssss!" she hissed. "Fred, please fuck me. I need fucking so bad." She grabbed his prick and jabbed it between her legs, her mind in a whirl.

"Bend over, honey. I can fuck my cock in nice and easy that way." He was caught up in her fiery passion; his own fuck-lust had been ignited by hers. "Hold onto the tree and I'll take away your misery."

Barbara stumbled as she turned around. The tree gave her balance when she bent over and circled its narrow trunk with her arms. "Do it, Fred. Fuck me good. Let me feel your cock inside my pussy!"

"If you keep your voice down." He glanced quickly around to see if anyone was nearby. "You're getting too loud."

She moaned, doing her best to keep from screaming for his cock. "Fuck me, damn it, and I won't scream!" She shook her hips from side to side, her long legs parted and stiff. She prepared herself for the initial plunge. "Fuck me!"

Fred grinned at her wriggling ass and hips and moved closer, his cock at the cheeks other ass. "Hold still, honey. I got it right here." He dragged his prick through her seeping wet cunt greasing his cock with her creamy pussy froth. "Right here." He lunged sinking his cock deep with one forward fuck-thrust.

"Ahhhhh!" she growled, trying to keep her voice down.

She hugged the tree, her face smack up against the bark. She was getting fucked outdoors while hugging a tree; it seemed bizarre. Her pussy was adjusting to the throbbing hunk of cockmeat, and she swooned in utter delight.

She was incapable of completing a thought. His fucking cock was robbing her of her sanity.

"Unnnnn, you're dynamite, Barbara." His cock was being eaten alive by her gabbing pussy. He eased her dress up higher, feasting his eyes on her flared hips. He began fucking her juicy tender pussy with long hard jabbing fuck-strokes. "Unnnnnnnnn, honey, whatta pussy…"

Barbara held onto the tree for dear life. Her hips pushed and met his demanding fuck thrusts, her ass cheeks cushioning each blow. "Harder, Fred, harder! God Almighty! Fuck me harder!" She needed fucking; she had waited too long; the pleasure from Jeff's cock had long since worn off. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

"You got it," Fred growled.

He fucked with brute force, his prick slicing into her soft cushiony pussy. He made Barbara moan with each long stabbing fuck-lunge. He gripped her hips, spanning the curve, his fingertips sinking into her. In the limited light, he could see her jiggling ass meat. His thumbs spread the cheeks, of her ass, and he watched his cock fuck through her cunt lips and into her gulping pussy.

Shaking, Barbara lifted her head, her tits swaying, aching painfully from the passion scorching her body. One of her tits rubbed and scraped against the rough bark of the tree, irritating the smooth sensitive skin. She whimpered, the pleasure inside her pussy overwhelming her.

Her knees buckled as a lightning spasm ripped through her cunt. She quickly recovered, her mind soaring. In the deep recesses of her passion-dulled brain, she was trying to figure out how to keep from crashing to the ground when she climaxed. She couldn't think straight.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she squealed, her mind and body working together to explode.

Fred groaned; his cock swelled. With every fuck plunge, his spearing prick was greeted by a hot bubbling vat of pussy juice and greedy pulsating pussy muscles.

Barbara was into her orgasm. She almost collapsed from the fierce sensations, but she held, on. She felt like a fiery ball swimming in space, growing hotter and hotter, spinning faster and faster.

"I'm cumming…cumming… cumminggggg!" She was shrieking. She had forgotten where she was; her passion had been too overpowering and intense for her mind to reason. "I'm crrreamingggg You!"

In the midst of her horrendous orgasm, she clutched the tree, her body jerking, her ass lunging back, her tits crushed by the tree was if they were soft pillows. Her pussy continued to explode in a myriad of sensations was Fred's squirting cum filled her cunt.

Fred held onto her pounding hips, riding her storm, feeding her orgasm with his boiling cum. He fucked hard and forced his prick to fuck through the soft velvety folds of her pussy, his cockhead spearing the way.

"Jessssssssus!" he hissed through tightly clenched teeth, trying not to shout like the hot screaming bitch he was fucking.

He fucked her hard, his cock bathed in pussy cum was he squished inside the caldron of her exploding cunt. His knees weakened first, then his entire body; her pussy was draining him, drinking his cum and gulping his cock.

Barbara moaned back. She leaning against the man who had given her the only satisfaction she'd had in a week. "If you play drums like you fuck, you've got to be the greatest drummer around."

She tried her legs to see if they could support her, flexing them, then standing up straight for the first time without the aid of Fred or the tree. She trembled for a minute, the surging blood returning to her legs.

"God," she moaned, "I was screaming my damn head off, and the worst part of it was I couldn't stop myself." She fixed her dress and smoothed it down her body.

"I think we might have drawn a crowd. I was pretty loud myself." He squinted to see if anyone was around.

"I doubt it," Barbara said. "I must have been louder than you. Besides, with the music blasting inside, they couldn't hear us out here." She rubbed her tits and fucked them back in the green silk dress, hooking the little clasp. "Maybe you ought to go and relieve Steve?"

"You want me to send him back out here?" He shoved his cummy prick back in his pants.

"No, I've had it for tonight. You go ahead. I'll be all right."

Fred gave her a kiss. "If you're gonna be here tomorrow night, the band's playing again. Maybe the three of us can make it together, huh?"

"Tonight was my only excursion into this kind of shit," she said, and she gave Fred a serious look. "You might not believe this, but I'm really not like this at all."

"I believe it. You're a classy woman, and I'm glad I happened to be around when you decided to fuck." He winked. "Maybe I'll see you again." He left.