Robert Kyle
Swapped wife

CHAPTER ONE

Brad Tomlin gazed at the martini on the rocks through murky eyes. It was his third. Or was it his fourth? He wasn't sure, and what's more, he didn't give a good fuck.

His gaze drifted up over the top of the glass to the blonde across the small table from him. Her large, full tits bulged underneath her tight blue sweater. His eyes wandered upward to the soft white skin of her slim neck, to her sensuous red lips and then to her soft blue eyes.

They stared silently at each other for a moment as Brad swirled the ice and the lone olive around in the bottom of his glass. She had been chattering on about something or other just a moment ago, but when she realized that Brad wasn't listening to a word she said, she stopped abruptly in mid-sentence.

"I'm sorry, Angie," Brad apologized. "What were you saying?"

"It doesn't matter. I was just making conversation. What's the matter, Brad, you look like you're ready to have them stop the world so you can get off."

He didn't answer right away. His mind ran over the coincidental string of events that had brought them together in the dim, cozy little bar in the heart of Chicago's banking district. Angie had been one of the things that Brad had noticed first when he had been assigned to supervise the tellers in the gleaming new First Union Bank building.

There were a lot of sexy broads working in the banks and brokerage houses in the bustling financial district, and while Brad wouldn't have minded fucking them all, there was something special about Angie. He hadn't been able to put his finger on it until just now, but suddenly he realized what it was.

As he looked at Angie's blonde curls that bounced against her shoulders and her cute, round face, he knew what it was about her that attracted him and what she symbolized. Her petite, yet curvy body and everything about her was the exact opposite of his young wife, Sheila.

An image of Sheila with her long, black hair and her dark skin flashed across his mind. He saw her as she paraded across his consciousness clad only in a pair of brief bikini panties. He recalled her long, slim legs, her firm asscheeks, her slender waist and her perfectly shaped tits.

It was funny, he thought to himself. Sheila, his own wife, was actually more beautiful and sexier than the small-town, cheerleader type that was sitting across from him. She probably couldn't fuck as good as Sheila, either, he mused.

Yet he was determined to get into the sack with Angie. If only for the novelty of it. Yes, Goddamn it, that was it, just for the pure novelty of it.

"Why would I want to get off at a time like this?" Brad heard himself saying. He felt he had to say something to boost her ego and to make her feel that she wasn't boring him. "This is the night of our great escape, remember?"

She flashed her blue eyes at him and giggled. She was on her fourth Scotch and soda, and she was beginning to get a little drunk. She giggled some more when Brad reached under the tiny table and ran his hand over her thigh.

"Well, at last," she cooed. "I was beginning to think that all you stuffy old bankers ever thought about was money."

"Number one, I'm not old. Unless you call twenty-seven old," Brad retorted. "Number two, I'm not really sure I'm a banker, and number three, I'll prove to you pretty damn quick that I'm not stuffy."

"That's what I was hoping you would say, Brad. I thought you were never going to ask me to have a drink with you. I thought I was destined to always be the girl that you told about your frustrated ambitions over a cup of coffee in the cafeteria."

Brad wondered whether he had made a mistake in telling Angie about how he felt about his career at the bank. Brad Tomlin hadn't had things easy.

He came from a working-class family on the wrong side of Chicago's tracks. He'd fought for survival as a kid and taken his share of punishment in gang fights. But Brad was more than a fighter. He had brains.

He was smart enough to realize that a knife and a three-foot length of chain couldn't get him everything he wanted in the world. So when he was eighteen, he split from his gang buddies and got a job. It didn't pay much but he was able to get enough for his first semester's tuition at the University of Illinois Chicago campus. After four years of hard work and study, he emerged with a degree in finance and top honors.

Looking back on it, Brad realized that really it had been easy. It didn't seem easy at the time, but it was simpler to accomplish than what he was up against now. Then, he had simply known what he wanted and had busted his balls to get it. What he was up against now was different. He was up against a system where hard work and guts didn't count for much. It was who you were and who you knew that counted.

He saw young men with half the ability and intelligence he had get promoted past him because of their family background and social position. There had to be a way to combat this, too, but he hadn't found it yet. Meanwhile, he consoled himself with a martini and the sexy-looking piece of ass in front of him.

Angie understood Brad's plight and wished she could help him. She had grown up in a small town in northern Minnesota and had come to Chicago to find her place in the world. She had to do her thing, but like Brad, she was finding that it was easier said than done.

They finished their drinks and moments later were speeding along the freeway in Brad's convertible. The cool summer breeze off Lake Michigan fluttered through Angie's soft curls as she rested her head on Brad's shoulder and pressed her nearly naked thigh against his leg. She had let her brief skirt creep up nearly to her cunt, revealing her luscious thighs. The tip of her left tit was pressed into Brad's muscular arm as he drove.

The sun had descended behind the Chicago skyline to the west, turning the waters of Lake Michigan to a dark purple as the evening began to float in over the city. Angie was kissing Brad on the neck by the time they pulled up in front of her apartment building. She was so horny that Brad thought she might want to fuck right there in the car, so he hurried her out of the convertible and into the elevator.

Once inside her apartment, they fell into each other's arms and felt their lips crush together for the first time. They had been building up to this for a long time, and now there wasn't any need for playing games. They both knew what they wanted. Brad ran his hands over her back and pulled her close to him as she ground her cunt against his bulging cock.

Their lips parted and their hot tongues swam together, feeling the electric sensuousness of each other's flesh. Brad felt his cock, get harder and harder as Angie's boobs crushed against his chest. He eased her away from him and slowly moved his hand over one of her giant tits. Even through the protective covering of her sweater and sheer bra, her shimmering flesh felt hot and exciting.

Then Brad undid the buttons on the front of her sweater and slipped the garment off her shoulders. Her dark-red nipples poked against the flimsy material of her bra and cried out to be touched and kissed. Angie reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor to reveal the beautiful nakedness of her lovely tits. Brad gazed at her for a moment and then as they stood in the middle of her living room, he began kissing her neck, planting soft wet kisses on her tender skin.

Angie was moaning breathlessly by the time Brad's lips reached the sensitive circle of dark flesh that surrounded her erect nipple. She ran her fingers through his dark curly hair and pulled his head closer to her eager tit as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He played with the spongy piece of flesh with his tongue, and then he began sucking her tit into his mouth until he had no room for more.

"Oh, Brad, baby, oh, oh!" she moaned as he sucked her hot tit and bathed her nipple with his hot tongue. "Oh, honey, that feels so good!" She not only wanted him now, but she needed him. She needed his cock to put out the fire that burned within her yearning cunt.

Brad released her luscious tit from his mouth and they kissed again, crushing their bodies together in a violent embrace. Then she pulled away from him and unzipped her miniskirt. She nearly ripped her pantyhose apart as she fought to free herself from the last of her clothing as fast as she could. In seconds, she had shed her clothing and stood before him perfectly nude.

Angie was a gorgeous creature, all the way from her round, innocent looking face to her wonderful tits and, the inviting triangle of soft brown cunt hair that bid the inner delights of her body. The delights that she was eager to give him.

"This way," she whispered as she led him to the bedroom. She threw herself on the bed and spread her legs wantonly as she watched him undress. She couldn't help wiggling her soft asscheeks against the sheets and undulating her hips in a slow fucking motion as Brad slipped his shorts off. His big, stiff cock sprung upward away from his muscular thighs and stood up straight along his lean belly. She threw her arms around his athletic six-foot frame as he lay down beside her and pulled her close to him.

His hard prick felt wonderful against her soft belly as their mouths found each other again and Brad ran his hand over her satiny asscheeks. She worked her furry cunt against the base of his cock and felt the strength of his powerful prick. His cock delighted and thrilled her and she reached down to place her delicate fingertips on his balls. Slowly, she encircled the base of his throbbing cock with her fingers and squeezed him tightly. The feel of his cock sent shivers of excitement through her entire body.

Her mind raced with passion as she began kissing her way down his muscular chest to his flat stomach. His body felt so strong and powerful, and she wanted to taste every part of it with her horny lips. She licked his navel with her wet tongue while she cupped his bulging balls with one hand. His cock only inches away from her face, looked gigantic, and she longed to have it planted deep within her boiling cunt.

Angie moved her lips lower and kissed Brad's balls. She licked them, making Brad writhe with pleasure. Then she pressed her sensuous lips against the base of his stiff dick and blew her warm breath over his sensitive skin. She began licking his cock with her fiery tongue, and then slowly licked and kissed her way up to the head of his prick.

She licked the smooth, purplish flesh at the end of his cock and tasted the drops of liquid that she had teased from within his body. His cock tasted fantastic, and she flashed her tongue over his pulsing knob in a sensual frenzy that made them both shake with passion. Angie parted her lips and began to suck his cock into her mouth while she continued to dance around it with her tongue.

Farther and farther she sucked Brad's big dick into her mouth until his cockhead slammed against the back of her throat. Then she slid her wet lips back over the length of his cock until it was nearly out of her mouth. She plunged her mouth downward again until he filled her up completely. She repeated her action again and again, each time doing it faster until her head was bobbing up and down over his cock at a furious pace.

As Brad felt himself about to explode, she pulled away from his cock and threw her leg over his body. Straddling his crotch, Angie lowered her dripping cunt over his cock and felt the tip of his prick press against her swollen pussylips. His cock eased past her entrance, sending electric shocks of pleasure racing through her body.

She opened her channel to him and felt his prick slide along her slippery cunt walls. She gasped as she felt his cock fill her aching pussy. Brad thrust his hips upward, jamming his cock into the depths of her cunt and making her moan with pleasure.

"Oh, yes, yes, fuck me! Fill me up!" she sighed while she twisted and turned her naked torso to feel every possible sensation from the intimate coupling of their organs. Angie's twat fit over Brad's cock like a velvet glove, and he felt as though his prick would explode with every movement she made with her talented cunt.

Brad reached up and grabbed her bouncing tits in his strong hands and squeezed them hard. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and made her cry out with wanton joy. Angie's eyes were closed and her mouth half-open as they fucked faster and faster. Both of them knew that they were building toward a fantastic climax, and they ground their bodies together to extract every last ounce of pleasure they could from their wild fuck.

"Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Angie panted as Brad rammed his prick deeper into her body. Then she felt him unleash his cannon shot and spurt his stream of thick cum into her cunt. Her cunt muscles began to throb and then her orgasm blasted through her like a hurricane as she felt herself caught up in a torrent of orgasmic bliss. Her twat was on fire and she loved it. Her whole body shook as she thrashed her hips wildly and felt his cock throb one final time within her clutching cunt.

Finally, exhausted, Angie fell forward on Brad's chest and collapsed. They lay together far several minutes until Brad eased her off him and got out of bed. She looked up at him for a moment, and then her eyes closed. The liquor and sex had done their job, and she slept.

In the hour that it took to drive from Angie's apartment to the North Shore suburbs where he and Sheila lived, Brad began to sort things out in his mind. In a way he was grateful to Angie. Not just for the fuck, but for making him think more clearly. He thought about how the contrast between Angie and Sheila had made him realize what the problem was.

In a way his sex life with Sheila symbolized everything that was wrong. At first, when he and Sheila were married three years ago, their sex life had been one fantastic fuck after another. But as he settled into his job at the bank and they bought their home in the suburbs, a dull sameness began to engulf them. Their fucking became routine, just as their life had become, and although they both still enjoyed the pleasure of each other's bodies, the excitement and thrills that they once gave each other just weren't there.

They had tried to improve things, make new friends, but nothing seemed to work. Sheila even had bought a couple of the popular sex manuals, and soon they found themselves fucking in just about every position imaginable, but that didn't help either.

Dullness, sameness, boredom, frustration. Brad went over the words again and again in his mind. He wasn't sure just what the answer was, but he was sure that sex was a big part of it. Angie had shown him that. Yet, cheating on his wife was not what Brad wanted.

They could have a divorce any time. In fact they had even discussed it. They both agreed that it would be one way to end the monotony of their lives, but they wanted to find the answer together, not alone.

Despite Brad's new insight into their problems, their life didn't get any happier. Finally, one morning Sheila confessed her marital problems to her neighbor, Marge Hendricks, over a cup of morning coffee.

"It's funny," Sheila said. "It used to be that I couldn't wait until Brad got home from the bank so we could hop into bed and ball our brains out. Now we're like a couple of robots. It's affecting our whole lives. We fight and bicker like a couple of selfish kids."

"You could always leave him," Marge offered. "Or do you still love him?"

"Of course, I… well I think I do. Oh sometimes I get so confused I don't know what I think."

"How about your sex life," Marge asked. "Have you tried experimenting or anything like that."

"Hell, yes. We've fucked in every position you could think of. We'd even ball in the kitchen sink if we thought it would do any good."

"That's not what I mean. I mean like adding little variety to your life, like swapping and so forth."

Sheila was shocked. She had had a pretty active sex life before they were married, but since then she had never even considered getting into bed with anyone else but Brad. She wondered whether Marge was going to suggest that they get together for a swap session or what. Sheila wished she hadn't brought the subject up.

"I don't think we'd go for that," Sheila replied finally. "We're not that desperate."

"Don't knock it until you've tried it, honey," Marge retorted. "You might be surprised."

Sheila repeated her lack of interest in swapping but Marge detected a hint of willingness to listen it the expression on her face.

"Well, if you're not ready for swapping, you could try what Harry and I call thrill fucking," Marge went on.

"What do you mean?" Sheila was puzzled.

"We got the idea one night a couple of years ago," Marge related. "I'd met Harry downtown for dinner and we were in one of those dark little rendezvous bars in the Loop having an after-dinner drink. We were sitting real close together at a table in the corner of the room, and Harry started to feel me up under the table. We started kissing, and pretty soon we both were getting horny as hell."

"Neither one of us wanted to wait the hour it would take to drive home, so I told Harry to cool it while I went to the john. I took my panties off and put them in my purse and went back to the table. When Harry put his hand under my skirt and found out my cunt was naked, he almost went wild. Then I unzipped his fly and got his cock out. The waitress went by just as I sat on his lap and almost got a look at Harry's hard-on. I was really excited by then, and when I felt his cock slip into my cunt, I almost came without even moving."

"I took a sip of my drink and calmed down while Harry wiggled his prick around inside me. It was fantastic. There were dozens of people only a few feet away, but nobody knew what we were doing. We couldn't move around much without being discovered, but it didn't take long and we both came just sitting there. It was wild!"

Sheila felt her cunt muscles begin to tighten. Marge's story had excited her and she knew at once that she wanted to try it. But, would Brad go for it, and how would they do it? She wasn't sure she was bold enough or clever enough to try it in a bar. Not yet, anyway.

In the next couple of weeks, Sheila tried to talk to Brad about Marge's suggestion, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was afraid that he'd think she was crazy, but the more that she thought about the idea, the more it turned her on. Finally, she decided to spring it on him, without any warning.

Her plan was simple. She would call Brad at the office and talk sexy to him, and get him good and horny. Then she would hop the commuter train and go to his office. Then they would close the door and fuck the daylights out of each other. Just thinking about it made her cunt juices start to flow.

Sheila went into the bedroom and took off her clothes. She did it slowly in front of the full-length mirror, the way a stripper would. She shed all her clothes except her bikini panties, and then gazed at her nearly naked body in the mirror. Her long, slim legs were perfectly shaped. Her thighs were soft and inviting. Sheila ran her hands over her firm tits with their large circles of dark flesh surrounding her hard nipples. She felt her firm tits and squeezed them. It felt good. She liked to feel her body and make it tingle with sexy excitement.

Then Sheila cupped her left boob in both hands and pushed it upward, high on her chest. She bent her head forward and opened her mouth. Slowly, she began licking her tit with her red tongue. The feel of her warm, wet tongue on her tit was fantastic. She licked her erect nipple and sucked it between her lips. Faster and faster she tongued the hard bud on the tip of her boob until she felt herself starting to come.

She let go of her tit and grabbed the waistband of her panties. Instead of taking them off, she pulled them upward, forcing them into the crack of her ass and the slit of her cunt. She tugged at them until they became nothing more than a white rope going from her belly button down through her jet-black cunt hair and between her legs. She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. The panties were pulled tightly into the crack of her ass and were completely covered by her luscious asscheeks.

Putting one hand on the top of her panties in the back and grabbing them in the front with the other hand, Sheila began pulling them back and forth. She pulled at the panties as hard as she could, forcing the material to scrape against her clit and her asshole. Her cunt was dripping with her juices now, and she felt the wetness cover her naked thighs. She was panting heavily as she furiously forced the material back and forth over her tingling cunt and asshole.

When she was on the verge of her orgasm, she stopped and slipped the panties down her legs to the floor. Shaking with sexual arousal, she went over to the bed and lay down. She picked up the phone from the nightstand and dialed Brad's number.

"Hi, honey, are you busy?" she asked when he answered.

"Sort of. What are you doing calling me in the middle of the day?"

"I've got a surprise for you," Sheila teased him. "And I bet you can't guess what it is; I'll give you a clue, though. I'm lying here naked and I'm horny as hell."

"What are you talking about?" Brad demanded. "I've been thinking about you, that's what," Sheila continued. "I've been thinking about how much I'd like to have that big prick of yours rammed into my cunt. I'm so horny I could come just thinking about it." Brad loved it when she talked sexy, and she knew it. She hoped she could turn him on over the telephone.

"First, though, I'd like to give your cock a good licking with my tongue and have you suck on my tits. Oh, my tits just ache to be sucked." Sheila rubbed her cunt while she talked, and as Brad listened, he felt his cock starting to get hard.

"Well, I can't talk any longer," Sheila informed him. "I've got to catch the train downtown, and when I get there, we're going to fuck our brains out. Right in your office. Bye, honey."

"Sheila, what in the hell are you…?" Brad stopped talking as he heard Sheila hang up. He tried to call back, but she didn't answer the phone.

Sheila stepped into the shower and began soaping herself up. She rubbed the hard bar of soap against her cunt and made the tiny little piece of sex flesh throb with pleasure. It was getting late, so she rinsed herself off and hopped out of the shower before she could turn herself on too much again.

Back in the bedroom, she chose a pair of bright-yellow crotchless panties. She put them on and spread her legs to give herself a good view of her black cunt hair that was easily seen through the gap in front of the panties. She didn't bother with a bra or pantyhose as she slipped into her ultra-short black dress.

By the time she was finished dressing, the cab she had called earlier was waiting out in front of the house. The cab driver eyed her shapely legs as he opened the door for her, so she made a point of letting the skirt come up as far on her thighs as she could. The driver was a boy about nineteen, and the thought of fucking him flashed across Sheila's mind as she watched him close the door.

By the time he got her to the suburban train station, it was almost three thirty and Sheila had to hurry to catch the next train for downtown Chicago. She as still feeling horny when she got aboard the train, so she decided to have some fun with a middle-aged man sitting across from her. She had chosen a spot in the lounge car where the seats face each other, and as she sat don across from the man, she noticed that he quickly began staring at her bare thighs.

Sheila picked up a paper that was lying on the seat next to her and began reading it, all the time pretending not to notice that the man was leering at her. She crossed her legs, giving him a good view of her thighs all the way up to the bottoms of her panties. She shifted her position several times, each time pecking over her paper to get a glimpse of him watching her. The fact that be had a large bulge in the front of his pants almost made her break out laughing.

Realizing that she was getting the man excited, Sheila decided to give him a real thrill as they neared the station in the heart of Chicago's Loop.

Slowly, she started to spread her thighs apart. The man's eyes neatly bulged out of his head as he gazed between Sheila's thighs for the first time and saw what she was wearing. She could feel the gap in the front of her panties widen and she knew he was looking right straight at her exposed cunt. She leaned back a little and moved her hips to give him a glimpse of her cuntlips as the train came to a halt. Then she picked up her purse, hurried off the train, and walked the few blocks to Brad's building.

"Mr. Tomlin, Mrs. Tomlin is here," Brad's secretary informed him over the intercom.

"Fine, send her in," Brad replied as he got up from his chair and went around his desk to greet Sheila.

As Sheila stepped into the small office, Brad closed the door behind her. "What in the hell are you up to?" he demanded. Sheila answered by throwing her arms around him and pressing her body against his. Brad could feel at once that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he started feeling the thrill of her wanton little scheme.

"I want to fuck, right here and now," Sheila whispered in his ear. Brad reached for the door to lack it, but Sheila stopped him. "No, if Miss what's her name comes in, we'll let her watch."

Brad smiled at her. The horny little bitch, he thought. Where did she get the idea for all this? He didn't really care though. The idea of fucking his wife in his office in broad daylight and the thought of his secretary popping in on them turned him on.

They kissed for several minutes and then Brad unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stepped back and spread her legs, letting him get a good look at her sexy panties. Brad reached for her and started to pull her panties off, but she protested.

"No, leave them on. It'll be sexier. Besides they're designed for fucking."

Brad didn't care. He was too busy getting his pants off. Sheila perched herself on his desk, with her long legs dangling over the side. Naked from the waist down, Brad walked over to her and began kissing her tits while she reached for his hard cock. He sucked her taut nipple into his mouth and licked it with his tongue. Sheila started moving the skin back and forth over his cock in a slow, sensual jerk-off motion.

"Oh, baby, that's great," Sheila sighed as her husband worked his mouth over her shimmering boobs. "Kiss my pussy, too, please. Oh, I want you to eat my bunt out!" Brad didn't have to be asked twice. He got down on his knees and began licking her inner thighs that were already wet with the moisture that had seeped from her churning cunt.

Her swollen cuntlips tasted delicious. The smooth, wet flesh of her channel made his mind whirl with excitement and the sensation made his hard dick throb. Then he pressed his tongue against her clit, and she gasped with pleasure. He sucked the little sex bud between his lips and pulled on it. Her eyes were closed and she panted with the thrill of feeling his tongue on her cunt. She wrapped her naked thighs around his neck and hugged his face tightly to her hot cunt.

Brad felt her cunt muscles begin to twitch and spasm and he knew she was ready. He stood up and aimed his hard rod directly at her cunt as she sat on the edge of the desk. His cock slid easily into her tight, wet channel and he felt her grip him with her eager twat. He jammed his cock in as far as he could and then paused. What if somebody walked in? The thrill of being discovered electrified both of them.

Sheila wiggled her ass, feeling the walls of her cunt rub against Brad's hard prick. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her channel and his balls banging against her asscheeks. As Brad began to slam his cock deeper and deeper into her waiting pussy, Sheila wrapped her legs around his naked ass and held him tightly. Her cunt felt as though it were going to explode as Brad embedded his prong into her wet channel. He was lifting her to new peaks of wanton bliss as he drilled her soft pussy with his rampaging cock.

Sheila ground her cunt closer to the base of her husband's body, thrilling with every jab of his cock as he stretched her cunt flesh and made it burn with ecstasy. Her orgasm was building within her like a raging flood. Then giant waves of delight rolled over her as her orgasm tipped through her cunt. Her snatch muscles throbbed as she gripped Brad's prick and felt him shoot his cum into her body. With their passions driving them on, they thrust their bodies together again and again as they climaxed in unison.

When it was over, Sheila rested her head on Brad's shoulder. They, had been fucking for almost half an hour, and now they both were totally spent. Brad looked at his watch after a couple minutes and decided they had better get themselves dressed. It was almost five o'clock and his secretary would be coming in to tell him she was leaving for the day soon. They had just finished dressing and straightening things up, when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Brad said calmly. It was his secretary with a couple of letters for him to sign. She eyed Sheila suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Sheila smiled to herself. Just minutes ago she had been sitting on the desk with her husband's cock in her, and now she was acting as though nothing unusual at all had happened. It was terrific. She couldn't wait to try it again.

On the way home, Sheila told Brad how she had gotten the idea for fucking in his office from Marge. She even told him how she had teased the man on the commuter train by letting him look at her thighs and cunt. She thought maybe Brad would get mad when she told him, but it had the opposite effect. In fact, it really turned him on, and he kept asking her how it made her feel and whether the guy got a hard-on. By the time they got home, they were both so horny again that they couldn't wait to get their clothes off.

This time Sheila knelt in front of Brad as he sat on the bed, and licked his balls and his cock, making him moan with pleasure. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his stiff rod, feeling its power and tasting its masculine flavor.

Then she slid his cock between her wet, red lips and licked the underside of it while she felt it fill her mouth. She could feel the hair of his balls brushing against her lips as she took his big prick all the way into her mouth. Then she slid her lips back over his shaft until only its purplish head was within her loving grasp. She swirled her tongue over his cockhead and sucked on it as hard as she could. She probed its tiny opening with her tongue and tasted a few drops of his juice.

Then she felt his cock begin to throb and knew his orgasm was about to come. She put one hand between her legs and felt her wet cunt. Pressing her finger hard against her clit she began to finger-fuck herself while sucking Brad's cock.

Then she felt his hot, sticky jism splash against the back of her mouth, and she sucked him hard, pulling the cum from his cock. She felt her clit quiver as she came. She sucked his cock dry while her orgasm warmed her cunt.