Fun with the Bundys 1/2 (MMF, MF, anal)
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All at once I had been cursed and blessed on one school project. I had
been assigned to work with one of the stupidest people in the entire
high school, but on the plus side I had also been paired up with one of
the sexiest creatures ever to walk the halls of my esteemed campus.
Unfortunately, the two were the same people.
Who is the incredibly lame and hotter than hot chick? Kelly Bundy, a
low rent floozy from the south side of town with long blonde hair, gobs
of make up and more low cut dresses than a downtown hooker. Oh how she
filled out those dresses. She gave curvy a new name. Her tits were
large and so well formed the guys often wondered if they were fake but
from all the lockerroom talk I had heard, Kelly's breasts were very
real. Her ass and thighs were equally exquisite, with obvious roundness
but nothing overbearingly large. And who can forget about that face?
Light skin, round cherub face and blow job lips that could get a
priest's pants tight, Kelly's face certainly didn't diminish from her
outstanding form. She knew she had a figure that could turn a faggot
but some wondered if Kelly was truly as nympho like as the football team
claimed or if she was just too stupid to say no.
So after our art teacher paired us up (the class was an elective for
me, but part of her core), we decided to meet at her house after
school. The house was typical lower class suburbia, two stories, bad
lawn, worse paint job and no charm. Kelly answered the doorbell wearing
a black crop top that seemed to barely contain her bosom and a skin
tight leather mini that probably cleared her mound by about an inch. I
shouldn't forget the three inch heels either. She invited me into her
very humble abode. The decor was tacky to the extreme, flannel couch,
yellow carpeting, cheap paintings, huge twenty year old TV and a mildew
like smell.
"Where do you want to work? Here or my room," she asked.
"Which ever strikes your fancy."
"All the guys that come over seem to like my room more. Let's go up
there. My annoying brother Bud will be home any minute. We can sneak
down in a bit and watch him rock his cock while watching "Gilligan's
Sounds like fun, I thought. "Okay," I answered hesitantly, not sure if
she was kidding.
I followed her pair shaped ass up to a sparklingly feminine room.
Unlike the other rooms we passed, this one was well decorated but
overloaded with foofy pinks, pastels and whites. Her canopied bed
reminded me more of a little girl's room. Kelly flopped onto the bed,
draping her body across it. I settled into a white and blue chair at
her desk, turning to face her. From the angle I was sitting I could
stare right down the gaping hole in her top, getting an intimate view of
her cleavage. I felt my dick surge but ignored it, looking away.
We discussed different ideas about the theme, after I explained what a
theme is. I'm still not convinced she got the notion because she kept
referring to different art erroneously as though we were to copy them.
At one point she suggested we could make a sitting guy.
"A what?"
"You know that sitting guy? He's all buffed and nude and sitting
there. He's real sexy. It's real famous."
"Not ringing any bells, Kelly."
"Wait I think I've got a picture of it from a trip I took," she said
twisting around on the bed. She leaned over the side of the bed and
began shifting through her bureau. I really didn't care about what she
was looking for though, because when she bent over the edge of her bed,
her skirt hiked up considerably, revealing much of her lily white butt
that was not contained in a the black g-string she had on. "I could
have sworn it was in here," she mumbled and I just said oh,
unconsciously tugging at the bulge in my jeans.
Kelly slammed the drawer shut and leaned over more, going for a lower
drawer and pulling the skirt up her haunches more. I could almost make
out every inch of that tight round ass. It looked so smooth and
inviting. I stood up and moved beside the bed, my aching dick screaming
to be freed and then confined once more. Suddenly, Kelly let out a yell
of surprise and sat up, twisting and dropping back onto the bed,
covering her rear. "Here it is," she said clapping and handing it to
me. I took the photo and seated myself on the bed near her, hoping my
raging hard-on was not too noticeable. Hell as observant as she was, it
"Kelly this is The Thinker."
"Right, I knew it was 'the' something," she said with a grin. "Can we
do that?"
"Do what? We can't just turn in this photo."
"Oh," she said looking dejected. "Can we take a picture like that? Or
maybe make a statue like that?"
"I dunno."
"You've got a pretty good bod, why don't you take it off and we can
take pictures of you like that? Then we can ask Ms. Demar if that's
good enough or we can make you into a bust."
I realized that the school would never go for a nude of any student,
statue or picture but Kelly was a little bit dim for that. "Kelly,
that's been done a thousand times before. Always with guys. If we
really want to make a statement, maybe you should do it."
"Oh, that would be neat. I'd be art."
"Right," I said, already thinking that it would not take much to get
her nude in my first hour at her home. "Why don't we see how it would
Kelly hopped off the bed and turned the chair from her desk into the
middle of the room. She sat down like The Thinker and then looked over
at me, "Like this?"
"Kind of, but there's one difference I said, holding out the picture."
"Wait a second," she said standing up. Her skirt fell, showing off her
milky white hips and the black g-string. Her top came off next, Kelly
casually tossing it aside. I swallowed hard at the sight of her full
breasts and big brownish colored nipples. She tugged down her g-string
next, revealed show them to Ms. Demar to find out if this will work for
our project," I said as I withdrew a Polaroid camera from her nightstand
noticing a multitude of photos hanging out in the drawer. "Get back in
position," I told her.
I took pictures of her from the traditional angle and then I took them
head on, and from a downward angle and every other angle I could think
of. I was scooping up the photos when Kelly suddenly stood up and took
the camera from me. Her naked body was only inches from mine and I was
certain she had noticed my erection by then. "Let me take some of you
too. Maybe Ms.Demar would like to see the opposite?"
"Ah, sure," I started to say but then the phone rang and Kelly bounded
over to it. With her naked back to me, I could see the slight swell of
her breasts. "Oh Hi," she said. "I'm just working on a project with
someone from school. Hold on."
Kelly turned to face me, covering the speaker with her hand. "Can we
finish this tomorrow? My friend Cindy just got one of her nipples
pierced, so I want to go see it."
"No problem," I said and then paused, "Kelly, don't tell anyone at all
about the project. I think other would steal it."
"You mean like it's Top Secret?"
"Cool," she said picking up the phone again. "So Cindy does it hurt?"
I shoved the photos into my backpack and left Kelly's room, waving to
her and closing the door behind myself. I couldn't wait to get home and
rub the magic rod.
I was passing by a room when I saw a woman in a pair of skintight black
leotards bent over the queen size bed. I paused momentarily, taking in
the sight of her ass, which was slightly wider than Kelly's but still
very exciting. The woman had long red hair and she was busy making the
bed. She moved around the edge and that's when I noticed her big purple
belt and tight turquoise top that had a plunging neckline. Her tits
were huge. They were at least twice Kelly's size and moving quite bit.
Suddenly I heard Kelly's door close.
I turned back, shocked and Kelly came out wearing Jeans and the same
crop top. She stopped by me in the hallway, "Have you met my mom?"
"Ah no," I said amazed that was her mother.
"Com'on," she said, leading me into the room. Kelly's mom, Mrs. Bundy,
stood up as we entered. She was huge everywhere. Her hair was big and
very red. Her features were large but sexy in an odd way. Her chest as
I've mentioned was phenomenal and her hips were wide, but apparently so
because of her thin waist. I can't forget about her huge heels either.
In heels she had to have been at least six two. "Mom, this is Rick my
art partner. Rick this is my mom."
"Nice to meet you Rick," she said, offering me her hand. I concurred
while shaking her delicate long finger nailed hand. "What is your
"Rick can tell you, I'm going to Cindy's be back late tonight," Kelly
said leaving to perfect strangers alone.
"Well," Mrs. Bundy said as she resumed tucking in the sheets, her big
tits, swaying back and forth.
"We're just exploring the theme of..." my mind was going blank as I
stared heavily at her boobs. I couldn't help myself. I suddenly wanted
to bury my face in Kelly's mom's chest. I wanted to suckle on the same
nipple she had as a baby. Mrs. Bundy looked up at me as she finished
and I broke my stare as quickly as possible.
"Rick, how old are you," she asked as she moved around the bed.
She passed by me. "I bet you find Kelly attractive. Do you find me
attractive too?"
"Pardon," I said, suddenly afraid that I had been caught staring. My
backpack slipped from my fingers and it crashed to the floor. The top
was open and I wanted to kick myself for not closing it because as it
hit the ground the Polaroids fell out. Mrs. Bundy scooped up one of the
"Now I see what you've been up to," she said turning around. "Kelly's
dad is an ex-football player and he's very protective of his little
girl," she remarked as she shut the bedroom door. She wheeled around
and her hand slipped behind her ass, locking the door. "Al, Kelly's
father, my husband would tear you apart for this. But I want something
Mrs. Bundy stepped across the room and placed one of her large hands on
my crotch. "What do you say, an hour of your time and nobody has to
"Mrs. Bundy, you're married."
"And horny," she said, squeezing hard.
I reached up and cupped one of her large breasts, exhaling at the
heft. "Oh my god." I leaned forward and kissed her large lips. Her
free hand, the one that had held the photo suddenly grabbed my ass and
pulled me to her. We kissed deeply, her tongue probing mine, her hand
massaging my cock and ass. I just squeezed at her massive boobs,
eliciting groans. Her hands pulled my belt open and tugged button
flys. My jeans pooled around my ankles. My seven inches strained at
the boxers. Mrs. Bundy pulled away from my mouth long enough to haul my
Polo shirt over my head.
She cooed loudly as she trailed her fingernails over my shoulders. Her
hands fingers played over my nipples and pecs, finally dropping to my
six pack. Her lips kissed at my chest, leaving red lipstick on it. Her
tongue played with my nipples as I pulled her top up her back. She
stopped kissing my stomach long enough to haul her turquoise top off.
My boxers fell and Mrs. Bundy buried her nose in my pubes, kissing my
lower abdomen. Her long fingers curled around my dick and she slowly
pumped it. Her other hand rubbed my balls. She raised them to her
tongue, licking them and then she licked the length of my shaft. Within
in moments I was receiving a vicious blow job from Kelly's big-lipped
mother. I wrapped my fingers up in her big red hair, controlling the
tempo some, but soon I found myself fucking her wet and excellent
mouth. "Oh, Mrs. Bundy, I'm gonna come in your mouth."
She pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting her to my cock.
She rose up some and sprawled across the bed, undoing her belt. I stood
between her legs which were hanging off the bed, my hand rubbing my dick
to keep it going, as I stepped out of my jeans and kicked off my shoes.
Even lying on her back, her chest was still huge and barely confined in
her flimsy turquoise bra. With her belt undone, she tugged at the tight
leotards, clinging to her large but solid looking thighs. She raised
her legs getting them over her head and I helped tugging the material to
almost her knees.
She placed her heels on my shoulders and tugged her underwear aside.
With her knees over her head, her ripe red haired pussy with it's thick
swollen lips waited for my dick. "Give it to me, Rick," she whined as I
guided my dick into her hot dripping red box. Mrs. Bundy began bucking
on my dick and it felt incredible. I reached around her hips and
grabbed handfuls of her big boobs, squeezing them through her flimsy
bra. She was amazingly tight but from that position I was not getting a
clear shot straight into her. I pulled away and she protested, "Don't
stop now!"
"Roll over," I told her. She twisted on the bed, her knees falling to
the floor, her torso resting on the bed.
"I haven't done it like this in years," she said, wiggling her ass.
She glanced back over her shoulder as I fell to my knees behind her. I
yanked her white French cut underwear down and I grasped her hips as I
guided my dick into Mrs. Bundy's cunt. She grunted with pleasure as I
began fiercely fucking her from behind. Her big red hair rocked with
each thrust and Mrs. Bundy began to whine as I plunged in. My hands
slid up her milky white back, grasping her bra straps and pulling them
down her shoulders. I bore into her completely, feeling my balls strike
her hard clitoris. I pushed my hands under her arms and took a hold of
her big tits, my palms cupping her huge nipples. I pulled her back and
continued to rock at my pelvis. Mrs. Bundy moved her hips and ass to
keep time with me. I squeezed at her nipples while plowing in harder.
"Oh, I'm coming," she said through clenched teeth. As her orgasm
subsided, I slowed and released her chest. I was still hard and my cock
was half in her still. I withdrew completely and leaned down, dragging
my tongue up her slit. Mrs. Bundy arched her back and grasped my hair
in her long fingers. I licked voraciously at her come filled twat,
while still massaging my own dick. With her hand forcing me in deeper,
I buried my nose in her wet womanhood and lapped at her vagina. Five
minutes later, Mrs. Bundy was coming again. She released my head and
began grasping at the sheets, begging me not to stop. I didn't.
Letting go of my own rod, I parted her ass cheeks and dipped my tongue
into her bush deeper. Mrs. Bundy was going nuts at this point, pulling
herself away from my mouth, but really wanting to escape the ecstasy.
She managed to get herself most of the way onto the bed, with just her
legs still hanging off. I stood up over her, my slicked fingers,
travelling in and out of her pussy. Mrs. Bundy made it completely onto
the bed, her legs confined by the leotard trapped around her calves. I
knelt behind her on the bed and pushed my dick back into her. This time
she was in the almost optimum position. With her face and upper torso
resting on the bed and her ass in the air, I was able to slam my dick
all the way home. With a firm grip on each of her cheeks, I fucked the
hell out of my art partner's mother. When I finally came the two of us
were covered in sweat and exhausted. I collapsed beside her on the bed
and Mrs. Bundy just lay on the bed her ass still in the air, my load
dripping from her now very loosened snatch. With a crash, she teetered
over, landing with her butt facing away from me.
"Oh my, that was so incredible," she said, running her hands between
her legs.
I smiled and planted a kiss on her upper nipple. Mrs. Bundy groaned
and said maybe she couldn't take another time. I answered by wrapping
my lips around the nipple and nipping at it. I sucked on her breasts
for a few minutes before I slid back down between her legs. I pulled
off her heels, kissing her red toenails and then I withdrew her leotard
and panties, tossing them over my shoulder. She parted her thighs and I
brought her off again, this time by dipping a lubed finger around her
asshole. She complained initially but moments later, she was coming
like crazy.
We kissed deeply, with me depositing a load of her own juices into her
mouth. She pulled away at first, but upon realizing what I was doing
she giggled and kissed me more deeply. Afterward she told me that we
had maybe fifteen minutes before her husband came home. I said maybe I
should go, but Mrs. Bundy pushed me back onto the bed and sat up on her
knees. She tossed her bra aside and then held my dick up, blowing on it
It was hard in no time and her lips wrapped around it from the side,
pushing into my cock, while her hands played with my balls. She
switched from that to deep throating me and soon I was bucking into her
bobbing head again. I could clearly hear the sounds of her saliva and
pre-come filled mouth sliding up and down my hardened flesh. I reached
down and grasped her big tits again, tweaking her huge nipples.
Mrs. Bundy stopped sucking me off and straddled my legs. She leaned
forward wrapping her chest around my cock. When the head would appear
from her immense cleavage she would lick the tip. She kept going even
after I warned her I was going to come. The blast hit her face, mostly
her open mouth and huge amount fell all over her fingers and tits,
sliding down to her nipples. A few stray strands hit my stomach. Mrs.
Bundy licked the come off her fingers and my dick before kissing me
opened mouth. I swallowed some of my own load gladly.
She pulled away and glanced at the clock, "It's after five, Al will be
home any minute."
Mrs. Bundy climbed off the bed and tossed my clothes at me, urging me
to get dressed quickly. I pulled on my clothes, with her helping.
Suddenly she looked up. "If Bud's home he may be downstairs. Wait
She put on a robe and disappeared out the door while I finished
dressing. A minute later she came in, happy to tell me her son was in
his room. With her guiding I was led to the front door and she
whispered how exciting it would be if we could meet again.
The next day I was near the Bundy's driveway when a woman getting out
of a BMW in the driveway next door called to me. I turned back, shocked
that she was speaking to me. "Yoo-hoo, young man. Hello, young man.
Yes, you. Could please come here?"
I looked around to be sure she was talking to me. I walked over to
her, confused. The little woman was about thirty or so and had a perky,
healthy look about her. She seemed excessively bubbly and her short
curly hair had a goofy bounce to it.
"Aren't you the young man that was at the Bundy's yesterday?"
"Pardon, ma'am?"
"Come with me," she said, walking away. I noticed she didn't walk all
that well in heels. I followed her into the house and up the stairs. I
thought it odd but I figured she wasn't exactly threatening. How many
BMW drivers are? Which I remarked on - that is the beamer.
"Oh, I'm a loan officer at a bank. You see that's part of it. I work
banker's hours, so I'm home from about four on. Get what I'm saying?
No, huh?"
We entered her room, which was dominated by a large, king size bed and
tons of nice furniture. She moved to the window and hauled back the
drapes with bravado. "See what I mean," she said, motioning for me to
look out the window.
I stepped up to the window and saw that from that vantage point I could
clearly see into the Bundy's bedroom. I couldn't remember if we had
drawn the drapes but I doubted it. I tried to play dumb. "What am I
supposed to see?"
"Maybe some young buck screwing Peg Bundy from behind," she said,
patting my ass.
I turned around and was shocked and excited to see that she had opened
her blouse and shed her coat. Her white slip was plainly evident. Her
body was not great but certainly not offensive. She just lacked the
drastic curves I found enticing in the Bundy women. She stepped forward
and opened my shorts, her hands rummaging through my boxers. "Care for
a repeat performance with a stand-in?"
"I...don't even know your name," I said with shock as she pulled out my
cock and began rubbing it with her small girlish hands.
"Call me Ms. Darcy," she said as she moved away from my developing
"I'm Rick," I offered as she unzipped her skirt and shrugged it down.
"Great, close the drapes, I'm not giving Peggy the same show."
I turned around and pulled them shut and then I stepped out of my
shorts and boxers, kicking off my shoes too. I could not believe I was
getting lucky again. I turned back to Ms. Darcy to see her on all fours
on the big bed, still wearing her slip, but I saw her panties laying on
the floor near the bed. I crossed the room, tossing my shirt aside.
Ms. Darcy, turned, waving her little rear at me. I could see her tuft
of brown muff peeking from between her smooth little ass cheeks. She
looked back over her shoulder, wiggling.
"Bring it home," she insisted.
I licked my fingers and slid it up her pussy lips. A shrudder went
through her body and Ms. Darcy pushed her ass back, parting her legs
more. "Oh yes," she cooed.
"You want my cock in here," I asked, rubbing her clit with my middle
finger, while pushing my thumb a touch into her slit.
"Put it in there," she said with a bit of edge behind her voice.
I licked my fingers again and pushed my index finger into her cunt,
slipping in up to the third knuckle rather quickly. I finger banged her
for awhile, while I massaged my own tool with my free hand. Ms. Darcy
was really loving it, as she rocked in time with my thrusting digits,
letting out whines each time. "Give me more," she insisted.
I added another finger and that satisfied her for a minute before she
asked for more. "What do you want, Ms. Darcy?"
"I want your dick in me," she said looking back over her shoulder
"In here?" I asked, patting her twat, "Or in here," I asked pushing my
thumb against her butthole. She breathed in deeply and I felt the
Goosebumps cover her body. "That's what you want isn't it? You want me
to brownstick you, Ms Darcy?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you to fuck me."
"Where?" I said, grasping her thighs and preparing myself for impaling
"In the ass. I want your dick in my ass," she wailed.
"How about your pussy instead, Ms. Darcy? Or are you a sick slut?"
"Just put it in me," she said, pushing her ass toward me. I guided my
dick into her brown haired muff, knowing it wasn't exactly what she was
after. "Oh god, yes. Fuck me."
I wrapped my fingers around her narrow hips and began shoving my penis
deep into her. With each thrust she voiced her pleasure telling me to
go harder. To push deeper. To fill her with my dick. I did my best,
pounding into her quickly slickening pussy. Ms. Darcy's vociferous
exclamations became grunts as we progressed and her head dropped, with
her thin curly hair jostling with each mighty thrust of my dick into her
small body. She orgasmed with incredible shrudders of her body, while
issuing a high pitched keening sound. I could feel my orgasm
approaching too but I had an awesome idea. I could tell this woman was
all mine. I pulled out of her and Ms. Darcy complained, "No don't
stop. I want to feel you come in me."
"Roll over," I ordered, slapping her ass. Ms. Darcy twisted onto her
rear and spread her legs, leaning back for my reentry. I grabbed at her
thin slip and hauled it up, pushing it against her chin. She quickly
pulled it off her head and before it was completely off, I had straddled
her torso. "You like it in the ass, Ms. Darcy, so I bet you like
getting titty fucked too."
"Oh yes," she said as I leaned forward, placing my dick on her bony
chest. Her tits were tiny - almost nonexistent, but I rubbed my cock up
and down on her sternum, occasionally fucking her hard nipples. Ms.
Darcy helped, trapping my dick between her hands and her chest, urging
me on as I dry fucked her chest.
"I'm coming," I said as my dick blasted it's first spurt across her
chest and into her chin.
"Come on me, baby," Ms. Darcy urged, letting my dick be free of her
body but not her hands which tugged at it, spraying my juice onto her
face. Strands hit her upturned lips and open mouth. One landed on her
right eye. The last powerful burst I had hit her forehead, leaving a
trail down her face to the tip of her chin. I continued to come but it
only pooled at her sternum and in her hands.
"You liked that, didn't you," I asked as I slid off her body and ran my
fingers over her chest, depositing the come in her mouth. In between
licking my fingers clean she agreed. "You taste wonderful," she said,
pushing her own come soaked digits into my mouth. I sucked at them
greedily and then leaned over her chest, licking off more of my come.
Our mouths finally met and we snowballed each other before swallowing.
We kissed for awhile before, I dropped back down to her hard small
breasts, covering her nipple with my mouth. My left hand dove between
her well juiced thighs, massaging her still stiff clit. My combined
tongue, finger action brought her off five minutes later in sweaty
throes of ecstasy. Dipping my head down, I cleaned the perspiration
from Ms. Darcy's hard flat stomach and mowed her tiny strip of brown
pubes. Ms. Darcy lifted her right leg and dropped it to the side
allowing my fingers and tongue easy access to her pussy which I began
working again.
Suddenly I heard the door open and I twisted around to see what had
happened. Standing in the doorway was a man of no more than thirty -
about five years her junior - wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. He was
a good looking guy and he had a nice muscular build.
"Wow, Marce, you started without me," he complained, undoing his jeans.
"I just couldn't wait to have this young buck in me," she said running
her fingers through my hair. "Why are you late, Jefferson?"
He dropped his pants and boxers freeing his huge semihard penis and
then he began undoing his shirt, "The hair appointment ran over time.
I'm sorry Marce, can I make it up to you?"
"We'll see," she said with a pouty voice. "I think maybe Rick here can
take up some of the slack."
"Ah but does he have this," Jefferson asked, stroking his dick.
"No he doesn't," she replied ruefully and then she leaned across the
bed and took his dick in her small hands. Pulling him forward, she
kissed the head of his penis, "How's mommy's favorite toy?"
"Excited," Jefferson answered with a grin, his eyes falling on me.
"Oh, by the way, Rick, this is my husband Jefferson. Jefferson, Rick,"
Ms. Darcy said before kissing her husband's dick again. We said hello
and before anything else was said, she had begun to suck his lamb's leg
with loud slurping sounds accompanying. Jefferson just rocked in place,
his fingers guiding his wife's head while he repeated, "Oh yeah, Marcy,
love my dick. That's it, suck it all down your throat. Get me nice and
hard so I can fuck in front of our friend. Keep going. Uh, uh, don't
stop. That's it, rub my balls, baby."
Seeing Ms. Darcy's ass and swollen pussy lips exposed to me, I leaned
over and dragged my tongue up her slit. She stopped sucking her
husband's dick for a second, pausing to issue a moan of agreement. I
went to work lapping at her cunt while she blew her husband.
Remembering her response to the ass questions, I licked at her bung hole
and her quiver told me what I wanted. Soon I was rimming her and
fingering her juicy box while her husband continued to comment on the
blow he was receiving.
"Oh, Marce, turn around so I can pound that sticky cunt," Jefferson
Ms. Darcy pulled away from me and rolled onto her back, parting her
legs in a wide vee. With her little rear hanging a bit off the edge of
the bed, Jefferson, pushed his penis into her. The eight plus inches
disappeared in no time. He placed his palms on either side of her and
began thrusting like crazy, getting every inch of his cock into her
snatch. I just sat back and watched while they went at, my hand slowly
rubbing my hardening tool. They switched positions again, with Ms.
Darcy's legs pulled back. Again they changed positions so that Marcy
was only on the bed with her shoulders and head, while Jefferson, on his
knees, held her thighs and fucked her. Still not enough they ended up
with Ms. Darcy holding her legs over her head, while he plowed into her
well worn snatch. "Oh yeah, you're so good, baby," he muttered.
In between grunts and whines she managed to exclaim, "Fuck mommy's
pussy harder. That's a good boy." He orgasmed with a ferocious yell,
yanking his dick out and pumping the remainder of his load onto his
wife's pussy lips and asshole.
He leaned across the bed panting, while I looked on, my dick primed.
"Your turn," she said to me. I easily slid into her feeling the warm
super slick confines of Ms. Darcy. She smiled and began matching my
thrusts. Suddenly she pushed me back and told me, "Lie on your back."


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