Chapter 107: Married Pussy
Samantha’s breath came in hot, ragged bursts against Devon’s neck, her hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking him with a fervor that bordered on obsession, her palm slick with his pre-cum, the veiny shaft pulsing under her grip.
Her heavy breasts heaving with each stroke, nipples hard and dark like ripe berries begging to be plucked and the taut lines of Devon’s frame, his muscles tensing under her touch. Elena lingered by the door, her red dress hugging her curves, her brown eyes wide with a mix of shock and envy as she watched her friend transform into something feral, something unbridled by the chains of marriage or morality.
Samantha’s confidence was a wildfire now, consuming any remnants of hesitation, her married status to Gregory, the man who barely stirred her anymore a distant, irrelevant echo in the face of this raw, magnetic pull toward Devon, whose presence alone made her pussy clench with need.
Without a word, she yanked the shirt off his shoulders with a growl, her nails raking lightly down his skin, leaving faint red trails that bloomed like fresh hickeys, making him hiss in approval, the sound sending a fresh gush of wetness between her thighs.
"I need you naked, now," she whispered, her voice husky and demanding, laced with a raw edge that made Elena’s clit throb from across the room, her eyes locked on his as she dropped to her knees before him, her heavy breasts swaying with the motion, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Her hands attacked his belt next, the metal clinking lewdly as she unbuckled it with trembling fingers, then tugged down his zipper with a sharp rasp that filled the room like a promise of unzipped inhibitions. His trousers and boxers followed in one swift, aggressive pull, pooling at his feet as his cock sprang free.
Elena sank deeper onto the couch across from the bed, her legs crossing instinctively at first, then uncrossing as the heat built, a flush creeping up her neck like a lover’s caress. She couldn’t help but be stunned by Samantha’s boldness, this was her friend, married to Gregory for years. Samantha had always been affectionate with Gregory in public, but never like this, never with this raw, animalistic hunger that made Elena’s own pussy clench in empathy, her panties growing damper by the second.
The way Samantha’s eyes devoured Devon, the way her hands roamed his body as if claiming every inch as her territory it was intoxicating, arousing in its shamelessness, a performance that had Elena shifting on the couch, her dress riding up her thighs to expose the lace tops of her stockings, a damp heat building between her legs as she bit her lip, unable to look away, her breath coming in soft, uneven pants.
Samantha rose from her knees, her hand still gripping Devon’s cock like a lifeline, stroking him slowly, deliberately, her thumb circling the head to spread the pre-cum, making the shaft glisten under the candlelight. "Come here," she purred, her voice a sultry command, leading him to the bed like a prize she’d captured, her hips swaying with each step, her ass cheeks flexing invitingly.
She pushed him down onto the mattress with surprising force, his body bouncing slightly on the springs, his cock slapping against his abs with a wet smack. She climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs, her wet pussy lips brushing against his shaft, leaving a slick trail of her arousal along its length, the contact making her gasp as her clit throbbed against the heat of him.
"I’ve dreamed about this for so long," she confessed, her voice low and breathy, laced with a desperate edge, her hands exploring his chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples until they hardened into tight peaks under her touch, drawing a low groan from him that vibrated through her.
"You’re a god, Devon. I want to worship every inch of you make you feel what you do to me," she murmured.
She leaned down, her breasts dangling like ripe, heavy fruit, nipples grazing his skin as she kissed his collarbone, then lower. Her hand never left his cock, pumping him with slow, twisting strokes, the pre-cum oozing freely now, making her palm slippery, the wet sounds filling the room like an erotic symphony.
"Fuck, yes," he muttered, his hips bucking slightly, thrusting into her hand, the motion making more pre-cum bead at the tip.
Elena watched from the couch, her breath coming faster, her surprise giving way to a burning envy that twisted in her gut like a hot wire.
This was a woman unleashing years of pent-up frustration and desire. The way Samantha’s ass flexed as she shifted on the bed, her pussy lips visible and dripping with arousal, the sounds of her wet kisses on Devon’s skin, the slick glide of her hand on his cock, it was mesmerizing, making Elena’s clit throb insistently, her free hand cupped her breast through the dress, squeezing the soft mound, thumb circling her nipple as she bit her lip to stifle a moan, her eyes glued to the scene, the thrill amplifying her arousal.
Samantha reached Devon’s cock, her eyes locking on his with a smoldering intensity as she licked a slow, deliberate path from the base to the tip, her tongue flat and broad, savoring the salty pre-cum that coated it.
"So thick... I can barely wrap my hand around it, but I want it all," she murmured, her lips parting to take the head into her mouth, sucking gently at first, her tongue swirling around the ridge, then harder, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, taking more of him with each descent.
Her hand stroked the base in time with her mouth, twisting at the bottom of each suck, her other hand fondling his balls, pressing against the sensitive spot with firm circles until Devon’s hips jerked, a guttural moan escaping him that reverberated through the room.
"Shit, Samantha... that’s fucking mind-blowing," he growled, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her deeper, her throat convulsing around him in tight, wet squeezes that made his toes curl, saliva bubbling from her lips as she slurped noisily, the obscene sounds echoing like a soundtrack.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of thick saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock, her chin shiny and dripping as she licked her lips with a hungry smile, her eyes never leaving his.
"I want to taste all of you, every inch, every drop," she said, her voice sultry and commanding, before diving lower, her tongue lapping at his balls with broad, flat strokes, sucking one into her mouth with a greedy slurp, rolling it on her tongue like a delicacy.
Elena couldn’t tear her eyes away, as she watched Samantha’s ass in the air, her pussy lips dripping visibly, the sounds of slurps and moans filling the room, it was too much, too raw.
Her pussy was soaked, her juices trickling down her thighs in warm streams, her breaths coming in soft, needy pants as she fingered herself deeper, her other hand slipping under her dress to pinch her nipple hard, the pain-pleasure mix making her gasp.
Samantha’s boldness was infectious, turning Elena on in ways she hadn’t anticipated, her mind flashing to images of joining them, of Devon’s cock filling her while Samantha watched.
Samantha climbed back up his body, straddling him, her pussy hovering over his cock, the heat of her radiating against him. "I need you inside me—now," she begged, lowering herself slowly, the head parting her slick lips with a wet pop, stretching her wide as she sank down inch by inch, her walls clenching around him in a tight, velvety grip that made them both moan.
"Oh God... so big... filling me up, splitting me open," she cried, her hands on his chest for support as she started riding him, slow at first, her hips rolling in sensual circles, grinding her swollen clit against his pubic bone, her breasts bouncing heavily with each movement, the slap of her ass against his thighs a rhythmic beat.
Devon thrust up to meet her, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her cheeks wide to expose her puckered asshole, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pounded deeper, the wet squelch of her pussy echoing obscenely.
They shifted positions fluidly, a whirlwind of raw need, Samantha on her back, legs spread wide as Devon missionary-fucked her, his cock slamming into her g-spot with brutal precision, making her squirt in hot, forceful bursts that soaked the sheets and his abs.
"Yes... harder... ruin my married pussy, make it yours," she screamed, her nails raking his back, drawing blood as her body convulsed, her pussy milking him in rhythmic squeezes. He flipped her to doggy style, her ass high and round, pounding from behind, his balls slapping her clit with wet smacks, one hand reaching around to rub the engorged nub furiously, pinching it until she howled, her juices spraying back onto his thighs.
"Cum for me, drench my cock like the slut you are," he commanded, and she did, her pussy gushing in a flood, her body shaking as waves of orgasm crashed through her.
Elena was lost now, her dress hiked up around her waist, fingers plunging into her cunt with frantic thrusts, the couch cushion soaked beneath her with a dark stain of her arousal, her moans soft but building as she watched Samantha’s body shake in ecstasy, the sight of Devon’s cock disappearing into her friend’s hole making Elena’s walls clench emptily.
Her free hand mauled her breast, twisting the nipple until it ached, her hips bucking against her hand as she imagined herself in Samantha’s place.
Samantha collapsed onto the bed in a heap, her body limp and glistening with sweat, her pussy red, swollen, and leaking a mix of her cum and his pre-cum, her breaths coming in exhausted pants. Devon rose from the bed, his cock still hard and slick, veined and throbbing, turning to Elena with a predatory gleam. "Your turn, Elena," he said, his voice a low command, approaching her like a hunter closing in. Elena was beyond begging, she was desperate, her eyes glazed with lust, fingers buried deep in her dripping pussy, her panties pushed aside, the couch a puddle of her juices.
"Please... fuck me, Devon... I need it so bad," she whispered, her voice trembling.
He lifted her from the couch with effortless strength, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the wall, the cool surface a shock against her back. He hiked up her dress, ripping her panties aside with a savage tear, the fabric giving way to expose her shaved, soaking pussy, the lips puffy and parted, clit begging for attention.
In one brutal stroke, he thrust into her, his cock stretching her walls to the limit, the intrusion making her scream into his mouth as she kissed him fiercely, her tongue invading his, tasting the faint salt of Samantha’s arousal on his lips. "So fucking good," he growled against her mouth, pounding her with relentless force, her ass bouncing against the wall with each thrust, her pussy squelching around him, juices dripping down his balls.
Elena’s hips moved to meet him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, her moans muffled into the kiss, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode the waves of pleasure.
The fucking was intense, raw, Devon’s hands under her ass, lifting her higher to slam deeper, hitting her cervix with each drive, making her eyes roll back. "Take it, Elena... your husband’s asleep while I fuck you like a whore," he taunted, biting her neck, leaving marks as she came hard, her pussy spasming around him, squirting onto the floor.
Suddenly, a knock echoed at the door, Robert’s voice calling, "Elena? You okay in there?"