"Uh-huh. Well, listen, Dick Tracy, next time use your head before you go nosing around somebody's windows in the dark! They shoot first and ask questions later in the South, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered with a dismissing wave of his hand. "But just the same, I'm damn glad I was just enough of a voyeur to keep looking! Man, was it ever something!"
Dottie licked her bottom lip slowly, her painted pink tongue-tip easing its way from one side to the other, moistening her slightly-pouting lip in its path in unconcealed sensual stirring. "You say the dog was really throwing it to her, huh?"
"Throwing it! Baby, he was pounding it in there like his ass was hooked to a compressor! You should have seen it… He was already in her when I looked through the opening in the drapes, but he was just getting wound up. Talk about getting fucked! Christ, that pecker of his looked like it was a foot long! And big around, too, not like some animal's cocks. Anyway, he was hunched over her, his head all back like he was going to start howling at the moon at any second, and that big red prick of his humping in and out of that sweet little pink pussy a mile a minute! Baby, it was out of sight!"
"All right, all right. I've heard all I want to hear right now. You've blown my mind completely already and besides… it's making me horny!"
"Making you horny! Take a look at this!" And with those words, Dottie's excited husband hurriedly yanked down the zipper on his trousers and pulled his obscenely swollen cock out into the light. "You think you're horny!" he exclaimed, a big grin on his face.
Dottie sidled up next to him like a Reeperbahn B-girl appraising her mark. "Hmmmmm, not bad, big boy," she cooed. "Care for a little action?"
"Oh, baby! That's what I like about you… always ready! Hurry up and get out of that dress… I'm so horny I hurt!"
Dottie was wearing a thin cotton house-dress she had put on just after her husband left to find the paper boy and she quickly yanked it up and over her shoulders. "Jesus, baby!" her husband blurted. "You're already naked underneath… just the way I like you!"
And indeed she was… the curvaceous young brunette was wearing absolutely nothing under the thin dress and she could almost feel the breath leave her husband's lungs when she hurriedly tossed the garment aside and stood there naked for him to see. "Like it, huh?" she asked teasingly, a sly smile on her soft pink lips.
"Are you kidding!?" he exclaimed and threw his arms around her anxiously.
"Then take your clothes off and lie down on the sofa," she said calmly. "I want to get on top this time… your cock goes so nice and deep that way!"
Eddie Mangum quickly complied with his wife's request and soon lay completely naked on the sofa, his hardened erection sticking menacingly straight up in the air. Dottie looked for a moment at the stark white length of ropy-veined flesh with its purplish head all bloated and pulsing with eager excitement. Then she climbed onto the sofa awkwardly, her soft resilient breasts dangling so that they nearly brushed his chest hairs, and moved one long suntanned leg up and over him until she was positioned directly above the huge blood-engorged tip of his man-sized penis.
Eddie could plainly see the inflamed pink ridges of his beautiful wife's moistly quivering slit, her cuntal lips pouting slightly to reveal the soft hair-fringed wetness inside.
Taking his throbbing rod of flesh in her tiny hand, she studied it admiringly, her fingers probing every ridge and tiny crevice along its blue-veined ivory length. God, how she loved cocks! She could have a thousand of them lining the walls of her bedroom, all shapes and sizes and colors and thicknesses and still it wouldn't be enough… she loved them all! She stroked his masculine hardness tenderly, gently running her long sharp nails along the fleshy shaft until it swelled even longer and thicker under her practiced touch. She gazed at it in awe, its blue pulsing veins now distended like wires beneath the translucent surface and she squeezed it tightly inside her clenched fist, avidly watching as a child might watch a toy… its bulbous purplish head swelled like a balloon, bright red and thickly swollen now as the rich hot blood from his loins pumped into it and stretched it to bursting between her fingers.
Tantalizingly, she lowered her moistened vaginal lips down until they barely touched the lust-bloated knob of his aching cock and she brushed it teasingly with the pink wet softness of her hungering cuntal flesh.
"Oh, God, baby, stop playing around! I can't stand it!" he grunted up at her. "Get on it, sweetheart, and ride! Ride!"
Dottie reached down between her straddling thighs and easily slipped the enormous blood-filled head of his rigid cock right up between the dark-fringed lips of her ravenous cunt. Like a starving lioness, her warm pink cuntal jaws enveloped the bulbous tip and voraciously drew it up into the soft moist tunnel between her legs.
She lowered the firm round melons of her well-shaped buttocks down onto his impaling shaft, skewering herself obscenely on the long fleshy sex-spear. With a wild wet slurping sound, the lust-engorged shaft disappeared up between her widespread thighs and a low soulful moan slipped softly from between her parted lips as she felt the long hard length of his virile organ burrow lividly deep into the soft liquid depths of her belly. The blood-hardened rod of excited male flesh was like forbidden fruit to the naked young brunette and she eagerly gobbled up all of it with her moistly nibbling cuntal lips.
With a smacking thud, she smashed her secreting cuntal crevice down tight against his hairy loins, ramming hurtfully the full thick length of his huge penis to the hilt deep inside her needful womb. She could feel it far up in her quivering womb, and she cried out from the agonizing pain she lusted after night and day… that wondrous pleasure-pain of a man between her thighs!
Her tousled brown hair swirled wildly around her shoulders as she tossed her head about in wild abandon, her eyes tightly closed as she rode her manly mount like a rodeo cowboy rides his bronco… one hand on his shoulder holding her in place and the other flailing the air loosely at her side. "Oh, honey, it's so good in there! Push, baby, push! God, it's so nice and deep! Fuck me, lover, fuck hard!" she cried and pummeled his naked loins mercilessly with her wildly slapping thighs as she pumped up and down on the hard skewering length of his penis.
Lifting herself with the taut muscles of her naked legs, she slithered wetly up and down the long desire-rigid shaft of his cock, pushing her naked torso up until only the swollen purplish knob lay ensheathed in her warmly clasping cuntal flesh. Then, with a gasping cry of total abandonment, she shoved her moist slit back down onto the skewering length of his long thick member, hungrily gulping up every delicious inch of its virile length until it lay completely nestled in the tight warm confines of her constrictive love-passage, firmly gripped between the soft pink walls of her vagina.
Suddenly, as if a switch had been thrown and a million volts of electricity been sent hurtling through her nervous system, Dottie began bucking violently, her whole body moving in a hundred different directions at once. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she screamed loudly, not giving a damn if everyone in Virginia Beach for a mile around could hear her, as she pumped her clasping pussy-mouth up and down frantically on her husband's lewdly impaling stiffness. Every powerful grinding snap of her well-trained hips sank all of his lust-inflated cock deeply between her widespread thighs and her lovely face was contorted with insane agony as every downward thrust onto the skewering rod of blood-filled lust shook her body viciously and she cried out over and over again. Rivulets of perspiration poured from her face and shoulders and trickled in sparkling streams down the smooth expanse of her naked back. Her proudly firm breasts bumped from side to side in her savage frenzied lust-rhythm.