R Finch - The hottest wife

Bonnie gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tight, her breath coming in rasping gasps. The feel of his hard cock slamming up into her ass was unlike anything she'd ever kit, the sensations it was sending through her somehow obscenely exciting. Her hairy pussy was dripping wet, and her oily juices were drenching her warm inner thighs with a sticky film.

She could feel the swollen head of Jerry's stiff prick cleaving into her gripping asshole, his thrusts getting steadily quicker and his breathing soon as labored as hers. He was cramming his cock straight up her ass, his twitching meat filling her slippery anal passage and stretching it open wider.

Bonnie was shuddering all over and her naked body was shiny with sweat. She groaned every now and then, trying to suppress the sounds, but unable to.

She was holding herself rigid, her bare ass sticking out, but not moving. Her cunt was slick with moisture, and her cunt-lips were swollen thick and sensitive, and yet still she wouldn't respond to the feel of Jerry's hammering prick sliding in and out of her ass. She just kept gritting her teeth and trying to ignore what he was doing to her.

"Pump your ass!" he snarled at her suddenly, giving her naked hip a loud slap. "Move it, damnit, pump your damn ass!"

And he reached down under her hips with both hands and started shoving his thick fingers up into her sopping cunt. He pushed as many fingers as he could get into her hot snatch, working them in and out and not letting up until Bonnie was moaning with passion.

She started gulping air hungrily, her thighs quaking, and moments later she was jerking back and forth frantically. The feel of his cock sliding up her ass and his fingers gouging into her slippery snatch was driving her right up the wall with pleasure so intense, she could barely handle it.

"You win," she panted hoarsely, her hips working to take his plunging cock still deeper in her ass. "You win, you bastard! Ohhh! Fuck my asshole raw! Fuck it harder! Ohhh God! Jam your big, hairy cock up my ass harder! Ohhh! Keep fingering my pussy, get your fingers all the way up my cunt-hole! Fingerfuck the hell out of my snatch! Ohhh! I'm coming apart at both ends. Ohhh Goddamn! Shove your prick deeper in my asshole! Shove it as deep as you can.Ohhh! God, I love it, I really love it! Ohhh! You're fucking the shit out of my ass! Keep slamming your cock up me! Harder, ram it up my asshole harder! Ohhh!"

Her ass was slick with sweat and churning up and down and back and forth, the backs of her thighs straining taut. She kept shoving herself out at Jerry's pistoning cock, her hot asshole sucking wetly at it every time she jerked forward.

While be fucked her ass and fingered her cunt, Bonnie slid her hands down under her jiggling tits and began squeezing and massaging her tingling nipples. They throbbed warmly, hardening even more, and she kept pulling at them with her fingertips.

Jerry's fingers were stabbing up into her wet cunt, and his long prick kept stroking in and out of her tight asshole. He had her pink clit pressed between his two thumbs and he was squeezing it and making it tremble wildly, Bonnie's groans getting sharper and higher pitched as he did so.

She was jerking back and forth on the couch, her thighs pumping and her ass thrusting out at him feverishly.

She felt the prick wedged up her ass start to shoot off, and then her wet whole was suddenly filled with hot liquid. Jerry rammed his squirting cock up her rectum with all his might pounding it into her and groaning loudly.

His hands clutched at her pussy, and Bonnie gasped with the climax searing into her trembling loins. Her asshole spasmed closed around his pistoning cock, her pink cunt at the same time contracting around his jabbing fingers.

"Ohhh God!" she cried out. "I can feel your cum squirting up my ass, I can feel it! Ohhh! Shove your cock deeper! Shoot all the cum in your nuts right up my asshole! Ohhhh God! Ohhhh My God! I'm coming my ass off! Ohhhh!"

Both of them were lost in a blur of frantic motion, Jerry's hips whipping back and forth as he crammed his stiff prick up her asshole, and Bonnie gasping for breath and pumping her ass like a maniac.

His thick jism kept pouring up into her rectum, spurting into her ass and glutting her hot bowels with wetness. With his fingers and thumbs, he squeezed and fondled her hairy cunt until she was one mass of quivering, groaning flesh.

Bonnie kept sticking her sweaty ass out at him and taking his rigid meat as deep in her pulsing asshole as she could get it, the whole while her orgasm making her squirm mindlessly.

She was squeezing her distended nipples so hard, she thought they'd bunt, her tits pressed flat into the couch and trembling with the unleashed lust coursing through her.

Jerry just kept jamming his shooting prick up her stretched-open asshole and getting his nuts off, his balls slapping into the warm undersides of her churning thighs as he pumped still faster.

He pumped until he could barely breath, and then, with a final choking gasp, he stabbed his cock up her ass one more time and fell forward onto her bare back.

Groaning with the feel of his prick buried in her ass and the bulk of his weight on top of her, Bonnie exhaled with a long, harsh sigh. She lay there, hands trapped under her bare tits, tears burning her eyes once again, and found she couldn't help wondering what the milkman would think of for her to do next. Oddly enough, she was looking forward to whatever it was.

Everything was pretty much back to normal in the Evans home by the time Norman showed up. Bonnie was still understandably shaken by the episode with Jerry Hershall, but she'd bathed and freshened up and Norman would certainly be none the wiser.

They ate dinner without speaking much, what conversation they had polite, but by no means intimate or even particularly entertaining to either of them. Thoughts of romance later in the evening kept Bonnie's spirits fairly high, her need for at least a lot of hugging and kissing from Norman to comfort her held in check until she felt the time was ripe.

Her plans, then, were completely shattered when Norman, finished and rising from the table, said without looking at her, "I have to head back to the store. The bookkeeping's been a mess ever since the accountant quit, and I have to straighten it out before the audit next week."

Bonnie's pretty face showed her keen disappointment, her blue eyes clouding over, but she tried to seem cheerful.

"Sure, I understand," she said with a forced smile. "Don't worry about me. I'll be waiting up for you tonight with my panties down and my legs spread."

"Well," he said slowly. "I'm going to be really late. Don't bother waiting up. I guess I'll see you later."

And then he was gone, Bonnie left sitting alone at the table and fighting back her tears. So far today, nothing had gone right.

"Well, where have you been hiding yourself?" Val Davis asked with a bright smile when she opened her front door and found Bonnie standing on her porch. "My God, it's been almost a month since you've come over and seen me."

"Oh, I know," Bonnie said with a small smile. "It's just that everything's been piling up on me lately, and I've needed time to be alone and just think things over."

Val invited her into the living room, and then went into the kitchen to make coffee. She was a more than merely attractive divorcee, a tall, thin woman of twenty-nine with short, tightly curled blonde hair and an almost always impish grin. What she lacked in physical measurements – she had only two small bumps for tits and a gentle curve for an ass – she more than made up for with her graceful, positively slinky way of moving.

"Would you like some whiskey in your coffee?" Val called from the kitchen.