R Finch: The hottest wife

The boy hammered his cock into the very depths of her juicy snatch, ramming it up her and letting her feel every inch of it. His arms hugged her still tighter, squeezing Bonnie until he was crushing the breath out of her.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Bonnie gasped. "Fuck me harder! Ohhhh! Your cock feels so damn good in my cunt! Ohhhhh!"

Her ass and hips and thighs worked frantically, her tight cunt oozing wetness and sucking at his pistoning cock-shaft.

Gary slammed his prick up her yet harder, driving it into her slippery snatch and filling her with wildly pleasurable sensation. She still hung on to his churning ass with both hands, and she pulled him into her crotch still faster and harder.

Her pumping grew steadily more urgent, her breath coming hot and fast. Soaking with sweat even to the roots of her hair, she writhed and squirmed mindlessly beneath him, taking his stroking cock as deep as she could get it in her snatch and wanting it even deeper.

With one hand, she reached between his legs from behind and squeezed the fleshy pouch his balls hung in. Gary jerked on top of her, his breathing as rough as hers, and he shoved his throbbing prick still harder into her, glutting her cunt with hardness and making her cry out.

"OH! It's so good," she moaned. "Oh God! It's so good! Fuck me, fuck me faster.Ohhh! Don't stop fucking me. Don't stop! Ohhh! Ohhhh Goddamn! Hump the hell out of me. Keep ramming your hard cock up my cunt! Harder! Ram your cock up me harder! Ohhhh! Hold me tight! Hold me tight, and keep fucking my ass off! Ohhh God, I love it! Oh, you're fucking me to death! Ohhhh!"

They were locked together in an embrace of wanton lust, both pumping yet more frantically with each shuddering thrust of the young boy's jerking cock.

Her snatch welling over with slick moisture, Bonnie worked her, sweaty ass up and down with a frenzy. She kept pushing her hips up and grinding her sopping crotch into the base of his battering prick, her tingling clit being squeezed flat and pummeled with fiery sensation.

The wildly delicious tremors of pleasure coursing through her loins made her shake all over, the smooth muscles in her jerking legs tightening and her back beginning to arch upward. Her round little belly was pressed into his, her heels digging into the backs of his legs as she tried to spread her knees wider.

Gary's twitching cock pounded into her slippery cunt furiously, his thrusts getting more brutal with each pistoning stroke. He fucked her with a savageness that bordered on violence, his stiff prick slamming harder and still harder into her and reaming out her juicy snatch.

"Fuck me flat into the bed!" Bonnie managed to groan. "Fuck me faster! Ohhhh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! My cunt's ready to catch fire! Shove your cock deeper! Deeper! Ohhh! God, I'm going to come any second. I'm going to come like crazy! Ohhh! I can feel it! Ohhh! I'm going to… come! Ohhh! Oh-h-h-h-h!"

She snapped taut with a broken gasp, her cries of delight piercing the air as her climax jolted every bone and muscle in her body. Then she jerked and was suddenly alive with animation, her thighs straining and her hands clutching blindly at Gary's ass and balls and the undersides of his churning legs.

The boy's prick jerked even stiffer than it already was, and then he started shooting his wad. His thick sperm squirted up into Bonnie's wet cunt in erratic streams, gushing into her and filling her with hot liquid. He pumped as hard as he could, stabbing his spurting cock up her and shooting her pussy full of cum.

"I can feel you coming in me!" she rasped. "I can feet your cum squirting into my cunt! OHHH! Fill me with it, fill me up with your cum! Empty your nuts in my cunt! Ohhhh Goddamn, it feels so good!"

She writhed and bucked and lurched beneath him until he finally stopped pumping. Then he went limp on top of her, his throbbing cock still imbedded in her wet and cum-filled snatch. With his face tight into the warmth of her neck, he murmured, "Mrs. Evans, if I was older, I'd make you run away with me. I mean it."

"Gary," she smiled, "if you were older, I'd go with you."

From where he stood on the back porch, Jerry Hershall had seen everything that had gone on between Bonnie Evans and her young paperboy. He'd watched through the partially open bedroom window, gaping as Bonnie had first had the boy eat her pussy and then had let him screw her.

Jerry was the milkman, and he decided right on the spot – while the throbbing erection he had was still straining to burst from his pants – that tomorrow he would pay more than merely a friendly visit on Mrs. Bonnie Evans when he delivered the milk.

When Norman got home from work at six o'clock, Bonnie was ready for him. Feeling some guilt about her afternoon of sexual antics with Gary she went out of her way to make Norman happy. The dinner she fixed for him was excellent, and – even though he didn't seem particularly appreciative of it – she smiled often and tried to be as friendly as possible.

She brought him beer while he sat and watched television – his favorite activity when he wasn't working late – and then, after the sun went down, she slipped into the bedroom when he wasn't looking.

Closing the door quietly behind her, Bonnie quickly got undressed. She had decided earlier that Norman was going to hump her tonight whether he liked it or not, and she was going to make the offering of herself as attractive and provocative as she could.

She combed and brushed her silky-soft black hair out, giving a quick shake of her pretty head when she was through to give her hair a casual, tousled look. Then she perfumed herself, dabbing with a fingertip on her throat, her firm breasts, her thighs and, finally on her cunt itself. Going through her dresser, she found the negligee and panties she wanted – the ones she'd ordered from Frederick's of Hollywood through the mail in her first year of marriage. The sheer see-through nightie and lacy crotchless panda had been merely a novelty then. Now they might or might not make all the difference in saving her crumbling relationship with Norman.

When Bonnie sauntered back out into the living room and perched on the arm of Norman's chair with a saucy smile, she was a vision of sensual delight.

He looked up with surprise, his eyes traveling over her. Her round tits were high and firm under the filmy negligee, her dark nipples almost poking through it. The ruffled hem of the nightie ended right at the edge of her clinging panties, and her curly cunt-hair was clearly visible, peeking through the slitted panties and already wetly matted.

"What's this?" Norman asked with a nervous hugh.

"It's your wife," Bonnie smiled. "And your wife wants a piece of ass, if that's the way you say it. Anyway, how about it, lover?"

"Well…" he swallowed, settling back into the overstuffed chair and turning his head away, "I'm really kind of beat right this minute, Bonnie. Why don't we wait awhile?"

"Sure," she giggled, having no intention of waiting. She tossed her bare legs over his lap and slid down so her rubbery ass was wedged into his crotch. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her, her mouth covering his in a fiercely passionate kiss.

Norman resisted at first, but then the heat other ripe body and the sweet taste of her mouth pressed to his got through to him. He relaxed with a quiet sigh, his tongue darting out to meet hers, and his hand crept up and squeezed one of her heavy tits through the silky nightie.

Bonnie trembled with the feel of his hand on her flesh after all these weeks. With a soft sucking sound, she pulled her mouth from his and kissed him playfully on the tip of the nose. She could feel his cock already stiffening under his pants and poking her in the ass, his breathing suddenly quick and uneven.