Untamed Passion

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Clay Holt was doing his best to hang on as his wife Alison writhed, bucked, and moaned beneath him. She was wild tonight. “You want to fuck her, don’t you baby!” It wasn’t a question. “You want to take her clothes off

and kiss her little titties…you want to eat her pussy!” Her head whipped from side to side in her frenzy, and her heels beat a tattoo on the small of his back. “Ahhhhhh,” she screamed in a high-pitched voice. “I want to watch you fuck her baby!” Alison came…hard. Her nails clawed bloody furrows in his back as she shrieked her way through the orgasm. Unable to do anything else, Clay spilled his semen in her still-grasping pussy, his eyes rolling up in his head at the intensity of the sensation.

“Are you crazy?” he asked his wife. “She’s just a kid, and you’d cut my balls off if I even thought about fucking her.” He was dripping sweat from the workout Alison had just put him through.

“She’s legal Clay, and she’s sexy as hell. I know she wants you, she’sNôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

always flirting with you…you realize that the last three times she was over to babysit she wasn’t wearing either a bra or panties?” Alison was whispering in a low, husky voice, and she was positively shaking as she was talking to him. Even though they had just fucked, she was rubbing her breasts against him and rubbing her clit on the top of his thigh, her face moving down his body towards his cock. Her lips sought his cock, and despite his very recent orgasm, he felt it start to rise again. She took his erection into her mouth, making smacking sounds as she noisily cleaned their mingled juices from the hard shaft.

Alison Holt was a petite voluptuous woman in her early thirties. She was perfectly proportioned, her large firm breasts, narrow flat waist and gently flaring hips caught the eyes of every male who saw her. Her curly sandy

blonde hair hung to just past her shoulders, and she liked to wear it loose, cascading down in a cloud to just above her pert nipples. When she was aroused, as she was now, her alert, intelligent green eyes widened her

nostrils flared and she looked like a sexual demoness. With her eyes locked on Clay’s, she slowly took him into her mouth and down her throat until her nose bumped against his pelvic bone. She smiled wickedly around his shaft. She didn’t bob her head, she just stared at him and made swallowing motions with her throat muscles until he came, his cum shooting directly into her stomach.

She lay with her head on his belly. “Clay?”

“Yes baby?” he responded, his hand tangled in her bed tousled hair as he caressed her.

“I want to watch you fuck her,” she said, her hips working her clit on the top of his thigh. “I want to watch her suck your cock, I want to see your cum dripping down those soft little tits.” She was moaning as she humped his thigh, her breath coming harder as she continued to verbalize her fantasy. “I want to see your hard cock fucking her tight little pussy Clay, and then I want to watch her face as you stick it in her ass!” Alison came. Again.

The object of Alison’s fantasy was at that very moment lying in her bed at home, her nightgown hiked above her waist, her panties on the floor beside her bed. Her knees were spread as far apart as she could get them as she plunged the eight-inch dildo deep in her young pussy as she imagined the

same things that Alison was at that moment articulating to her husband. Her wide blue eyes stared unseeing at her ceiling as she imagined Clay Holt, between her legs, thrusting into her the same way the dildo was doing. With both hands, she gripped the end of the latex cock and shoved it in as hard as she could, holding it there as she came. She had to bite her lip to keep from shrieking…she didn’t want to wake her parents up.

It was like this every time she came home from babysitting for the Holts.

She would run upstairs to her bedroom and get naked. Sometimes she

would put on babydoll pajamas, or panties and a nightgown, and sometimes she would just crawl between the sheets naked. Clay Holt was dreamy and hot. From the coal black lock of hair that kept falling over one steely blue eye to the muscular body to the tips of his pedicured feet, he was studly as hell. When he moved, muscles all over his body rippled sinuously,

setting a fire in her belly every time she was around him. His boyish grin was dazzlingly bright, and his full lips looked delicious. She thought of them now, pressing against her tender nipples, sucking at them. One of her hands strayed to a nipple, and the other began to move the latex cock that was still inside her. She lifted on it so that the hard ridge of its top rubbed against her sensitive clit, and her knees jerked at the contact. “Clay!” she gasped. Oh shit, this is good…

Libby Torrance lay back in her small single bed, her hips aching from spreading them as wide as she could as she fucked herself with the dildo. No matter how much she masturbated, Clay Holt stuck in her mind…she wanted the real thing, the latex felt good, but she wanted to feel his hot flesh pressed against hers, she wanted to feel the hot spurt of his cum deep inside her. Shit, I’m going to have to do it again…

When she finished, gasping for breath, she began to think about Alison Holt’s odd behavior over the last couple of weeks. For starters, Alison had been calling her more often, asking her to babysit more often. When she did call, they talked longer than they used to…Alison was friendlier than ever. The conversations often turned to sex, with Alison asking her all sorts of questions about sex in high schools nowadays, claiming that her Catholic school upbringing had denied her a lot of experiences. Libby told her about the blowjob fad that was all the rage at school. It was a kind of competition, after all, it wasn’t sex, and everybody was doing it. All it involved was finding an open car between classes or at lunch, and a good-looking boy. All the cool girls were busy trying to one-up each other, learning to deep throat, and letting the boys cum in their mouths. Lisa Ann Downing had started pulling her lips back so that just the glans were in her mouth so she could collect all the cum in her mouth so she could open wide and play with the stuff while the boys watched as she swallowed it. Ellen Dowling managed to one-up her by waiting outside the car where Lisa Ann was blowing a guy one day and then jumping into the front seat with them when Lisa Ann sat up to put on her little show. She kissed Lisa Ann and stuck her tongue in to share the cum. Lisa Ann had managed to survive with her reputation as ‘the best’ only by exposing one of Ellen’s tits, spitting some of the boy’s cum on it, and then noisily sucking it off.

Alison had been breathing heavily into the phone as Libby told her story,

and whimpered at the end as if she’d been masturbating. The conversation had lasted almost an hour. Since that conversation, Alison had invited her over for coffee and cookies and to go swimming in their pool several times. The swimming invitations had turned out to be the most interesting. They had huddled together at the end of the swimming pool, watching Clay in his swim trunks as he drank beer or dozed in the sun. Their heads together, as well as their bodies, Alison had whispered to her about the size of Clay’s cock (Alison told her it was huge) and the things he liked for Alison to do to him in bed.

Alison’s descriptions were very vivid, and Libby found herself moving closer to her in the water as she spoke. Libby hadn’t noticed at first that

Alison had been furtively touching her…at first, it was casual, just a caress on the neck or the back, Alison’s fingertips brushing lightly across her skin.

It was pleasant and nonthreatening, and it made Libby feel wanted and

comfortable. Lately, it had become a little more overt, and Libby began to respond to the older woman’s touch. It just added spice to the stories Alison told. Libby loved her visits with the Holts.