Jason Cannon: Nooner wife

"Aaaarrr000www! Oh, Joe… that's enough of your fingers, honey!"

"Oh shit, baby. My cock's so hard for you!"

"Yes… yessss, your cock… put your big dick in me!"

Joe flipped his body between his wife's lush thighs and, using his knees, scissored hers apart.

The pink of her lovely cunt lips winked up at him from the gaping mouth of her blonde pussy.

Holding his stiff prick in his hand, he looked at the clock. Shit, he thought, it's already five after seven and I've got to make the seven-forty train. I don't really have time.

"Joe… Jesus, don't stop now… you've got my pussy hotter than a firecracker. Fuck ME!"

"Oh, baby… I… I want to," he groaned, watching those exquisite hips surge her cunt up toward his cockhead. "You know bow I want to!"

"Then do it! Put it in me!"

"Okay… okay, Patty, honey. A quickie."

Oh no, she thought, no, not another quickie. You got me heated up, damn it, now I want more from your dick than a quickie! I want my share of cock!

Suddenly she wanted to stop him, to scream at him that making his wife was just as important as making money, or making a good impression on his bosses, or making a success of his job.

But she didn't.

She was getting his cock, and the feel of it drove everything else from her mind.

She could feel the head dipping into the pussy juice that ran rampant from her swollen gash. She raised her legs higher and placed the soles of her feet on his taut but.

When she was sure that his cockhead was in line with her hole, she lunged upward with her hips, sending the sheath of her hot pussy over his pole.

He felt the movement and met her thrust with a downward movement of his own.

With a slurping sound his cock drove into her cunt full to the hilt in one stroke. His nuts thumped against her asshole as their crotch hairs matted together.

"Yes… oh,. God, yessss, good, good prick. Fuck me, Joe… fuck meeeee!"

Their hips met and parted. His pelvic bone, crashed against hers. He pulled his meat from her sheath until the head toyed with the edges of her gooey lips.

Then he again crashed forward, driving his massive tool into the depths of her fuck-hole.

As they fucked in perfect unison and Patty's juice-filled cunt started pouring her love cream onto the bed and his balls, she again prayed that this would be the time. This time he would wait for her.

Joe always came. He could come at the drop of a hat. But for the last year, Patty was left shaking and quivering with unfulfilled desire when he would come and then immediately pull his drained cock from her heated, hungry pussy.

"Is it good for you, Patty honey? Does my cock feel good in your twat?"

"Yes, baby, yes! Keep fucking…don't stop!"

He rolled around between her juice-soaked thighs. Patty didn't move too much. for fear that she would make him come before she got her own gun off. But the torment of sexual possession was building like a volcano in her belly.

Joe's body became a piston, ramming his tool against the walls of her cunt and touching the groove at the top of it. Then he became crazed, possessed, feeling how warm and clasping her sweet pussy was. He pounded into her, fucking hard, using his cock like a weapon to drive her ass into the, mattress.

His whole body came alive, and Patty started to match him stroke for stroke as he fucked her. Her hips trembled and shook, burning with delight.

She wanted to hold back, save him, but she couldn't. Her body was screaming at her: Fuck, fuck, fuck!

With all the strength in her hips, she rocked him upward and locked her legs beneath him. In so doing, she could tighten the lips of her pussy with the strength in her thighs. He continued pounding her cunt hard as she arched her back and scooted down on the bed so that she could get the full measure of his prick against the heated need of her clit.

"Not so tight, baby… not so tight… I… I… "

She didn't hear him. She heard nothing but the driving need for release that pounded in her ears. She closed hey eyes, arched her back to push her clit against the shaft of his cock, and concentrated all her body on fucking him.

She began to thrash wildly beneath him, taking and loving his prick, thrusting her hips as he rode her. His cock was on fire, ramming her hole, jamming with all the strength in his body. She felt his shaft recede, and then come in her steaming cunt even deeper than before. Groaning with passion, she squeezed his prick as tightly as she could with the walls of her cunt. His balls felt wonderful as they slapped against her asshole.

"Oh shit… I… I think I'm coming," Joe groaned.

"No! Oh, God, No! Waitfor me!" Patty screamed, clawing at his buttocks with her sharp nails as if she could force all of him into her pussy. She needed just a little longer. "Don't!"

Once, when he had raised very high on her and his cock had come down in a hard, pounding stroke, the ridge running across her clitoris, she thought she would come. But it had passed and his cock was again deeply buried in her cunt.

She was juicing like a river now and it added to the fire in Joe's balls and belly. "I… got… to."

Then it was pouring into her in thick, hot streams. She squeezed her cunt muscles together even harder, trying, in a last-ditch effort, to bring off her own climax before he finished.

Joe screamed as he shot off. He thrust balls deep into her gaping pussy and shuddered through the rest of his come.

Underneath him, Patty was crying, her body shaking with sobs.

He thought she had come.

She hadn't.

Joe pulled his cock out of her, leaned down and kissed her, then rolled off the bed and headed for the shower. Twenty minutes later he was going out the door, fully dressed, to catch the commuter train.

"Tonight, honey… that was so good we'll do a repeat after dinner," he called over his shoulder.

"Sure we will," Patty said to his fleeing back. "If you don't fall asleep first."

He hadn't heard her. He was gone.

Still shaking, Patty dragged herself from the bed and went into the bathroom.

As the tub filled, she looked in the mirror and took stock of herself.

Patty Lestor, beautiful suburban housewife. Age: twenty-six. Condition: childless and sexually frustrated. Part owner, with her husband Joe, of a beautiful home in Rose Hills, and two cars. All of it mortgaged to the hilt.

And because of that mortgage, her husband had to work so hard at climbing the corporate ladder that he couldn't take time to fuck her properly.

When they were first married, the sex had been fantastic. But then they had to start looking successful. They bought the house. Then they had to have two cars. Then a swimming pool?

"Joe, we can't afford a swimming pool. We're up to our ears now!"

"The weekends, honey. Invite people out for business. You'll see. It'll pay for itself."

Of course it hadn't. They only went further into debt and Joe had to spend even more time away from home at the office.

"Let me get a part-time job, Joe."

"Never. No wife of mine is going to work! I can support you!"

Twenty-six.

Was she getting old?

At eighteen she had been a State beauty contest winner. At twenty she became a stewardess. That's how she had met Joseph Lestor, a rising young executive and five years her senior. The following year they were married.

Sex was good then. Joe only worked ten hours a day, five days a week, and he always had a hard-on.

Now he worked fifteen hours a day, six days a week, played golf on Sunday for business reasons, and got it up a couple times a month. Then usually at six-thirty in the morning, when he had to catch the seven-forty train.