Free Erotic Retreat by Gia Blue Page B

entrance. She relaxed the muscles of her excited cunt, relishing the initial parting of her swelling flesh, the sting of his big cock stretching her. He pushed, easing in, filling her inch by agonizing inch, giving her more and more of him until he was balls-deep inside.

    Carrie opened her legs even farther to allow Miller greater access, while still granting Jackson a fuck show she didn’t think he’d soon forget. The rhythmic tapping against her clit soon fading away, her husband gripped her hips with both hands, holding her steady.
    “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby. Now play with your pussy and show Jackson what you like.”
    Oh, that loving husband of hers knew just what to say and how to say it. She’d dreamt of this more than once, having a stranger watch as Miller fucked her. She palmed a breast, harder than Miller would, giving her sensitive nipple a pinch of pain to go with the overwhelming pleasure mounting between her thighs. The sting pulled her back from the edge of her building release, affording her a few more minutes to enjoy teasing this young man nearly half her age. With her other hand, she petted her outer labia, skimming the surface, combing through the short hair that covered her there, then dipping back to rub her husband’s shaft where he penetrated her.
    Miller hissed as he fucked her, pulling out a little before shoving his way back into her heat.
    Carrie slid a single digit through her cream, gathered some of the abundant moisture, then spread it over her clit. She moaned with the contact, only to have it echoed by Jackson. His attention was fixed on the juncture of her thighs, shifting his gaze between where her husband filled her and where she pleasured herself.
    She circled her clit and moved her hips in time with her husband’s thrusts, gaze focused squarely on the boy at her feet jerking himself off. For the briefest of moments his lustful stare met hers, desire etched in every tense line of his handsome face as he watched her getting fucked from behind.
    Jackson—hard body and all—had a massive hard-on for her, an older woman with less than perfect body. And she dug it, ‘cause it felt nice being wanted by a younger man.
    Pressure growing nicely in her sopping cunt, she wanted him to come for her…with her…
    “Do you want to come, Jackson?” He licked his lips and nodded, intense gaze locked on her pussy. “Let me hear you say it.” She loved ordering him around, this kid who looked all but ready to explode, loved playing this game that their hectic jobs rarely afforded them.
    “Yesss. I want to come.”
    Miller nibbled just below her ear, whispering, “Having fun, dear?” He gave her a couple of quick, hard thrusts and she gasped. Groaning, she asked the handsome, twenty-something guide, “Yes what, little boy?” The young man dropped his gaze and looked up at her through his shaggy hair, tongue flicking out to moisten his chapped lips. Jackson widened his knees ever-so-slightly, a visible shiver working through his entire body. Oh, the boy liked this game.
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    Carrie’s pussy clenched around Miller’s cock in pure delight as the young man’s reply catapulted her to a level she’d yet to experience. She pushed her ass against her husband’s thrusts, over and over again, pleasuring her aching pussy against his lengthy shaft. Miller dropped his forehead to rest between her shoulder blades, hot breath puffing against her sweaty skin. “Take what you want, sweetheart. I want you to.” A secret smile formed inside her mind. When this sexcapade was over, she’d have to remember to thank her husband properly for this gift.
    “Come closer, Jackson.”
    Surprise skittered across his features before he scooted within reach, knees shuffling quickly over the grass.
    Finger still covered in her cream, she slipped it from her slit, then leaned forward and placed it on his lower lip, enticing him to taste her essence. “Lick my pussy juice, sweet