Robert Jenkins: Loose wife

"Mmmmm," Jill sighed.

The dope had made her so sensitive. Pat's hands on her tits felt wonderful. Soft waves of feeling ran down from her mauled tits, through her belly, and into her loins. Her cunt spasmed eagerly.

Pat knelt in front of Jill, made her bend down a little and began sucking and licking her tits.

"Aaanhhhh," Jill moaned happily.

Her tits felt twice their normal size, hotly alive, trembling with pleasure. She watched Pat take his mouth from one nipple and move it to the next. The nipple he'd just left was shiny with his saliva.

And swollen hard as a pebble. Jill placed her hands at the sides of her tits, and pushed in and up, thrusting them forward towards Pat's hungry lips. Once she got going, there was nothing at all sexually shy about Jill.

Pat was so engrossed in Jill's beautiful tits that for the time being he forgot about the rest of her. Then he slowly became aware of a heady, rich odor, wafting up from the excited brunette's crotch. It was her pussy juice bubbling out in a slow steady stream.

Kneeling as he was, it was easy for Pat to reach up under Jill's skirt and pull down her panties. His eager fingers slid up between her thighs, heading for her now-naked cunt. Once again, Jill helped by spreading her legs. Pat, who had been pushing against a soft hairy mass of spongy crotch-flesh, suddenly felt her cunt open up. His finger slipped up into her hot, wet pussy-slit.

"Ooohhhh," Jill whimpered.

At last! Pat's fingers were in her snatch. It was all going to happen. He was going to fuck her!

Soaking his finger in Jill's cunt juice, Pat slowly slipped it up and down the trembling wife's hot slit. When he was sure his finger was as slippery as it would get, he carefully worked it up into her waiting cunt. One knuckle deep, two, then all the way to his palm.

He got more reaction than he'd expected. As soon as Jill felt her lover's finger slip up into her twat, after weeks of seemingly hopeless waiting, she literally exploded. Jill had one of the quickest, most savage orgasms of her life.

"Aaaaaa!" she choked out.

Her head twisted back, her eyes wide-open but unseeing. Her crotch pounded forward wildly, driving against Pat's impaling finger. Hot gushes of pussy juice shot out over his hand. The girl's entire torso writhed and twisted, for five, maybe six seconds. Then she relaxed, putting her hands on Pat's shoulders to steady herself. She was shaking all over.

"When are you going to fuck me?" she panted, for as intense as her quickie orgasm had been, her body craved cock. A rigid pulsing shaft ramming up into her horny cunt.

Pat was stunned. Never before in his life had he met a woman like this. Jill's very sexuality overwhelmed him. He knew he was going to have a hell of a lot on his hands when it finally came time to pound his prick up into her snug pussy-hole. The same pussy-hole so snugly wrapped around his finger. He could feel its powerful internal muscles clasping and unclasping, sucking at his hand.

Jill began tearing at her skirt. It fell in a heap around her thighs, trapped by Pat's arm. He had to pull his finger out of her twat before she could completely kick tee of the brief garment. His finger came out with a wet sucking sound, the lewdest he'd ever heard.

Jill was now completely naked. Pat stood up, backing away to get a good look at her.

"My God!" he murmured.

She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Lushly, beautifully built, honey-dark skin, full, solid tits, an in curving waist flaring out into rich hips and thighs. And a perfect triangle of flossy brown pussy hair pointing straight down at her cunt.

Jesus. I'm going to fuck that! Pat thought incredulously.

This gorgeous, sexy woman was waiting for him to shove his aching cock up into the snug cunt his finger had been investigating. Maybe she'd cum like that again, going wild, as soon as his prick made its way up into her box. If she did, he doubted he could hold her down. She was obviously strong as hell.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" Jill purred, coming close to Pat and unbuttoning his shirt.

When he was naked to the waist, she teasingly dragged her erect nipples under his chest. Pat thought he was going to pass out.

Jill's fingers were at his belt. Then unzipping his fly. He felt his pants dropping, leaving him naked except for his shorts. Automatically he kicked his pants any from his ankles.

Jill looked eagerly at the bulge inside Pat's tort. Disappointed, she saw it wasn't very big. Well, maybe his cock just wasn't hard yet. She'd take care of that.

Pat was becoming so self-conscious about the eager way Jill was staring at his crotch that he insisted upon turning around to take off his shorts.

Jill took the hint. She demurely turned, and lay on the bed. The soft fur of the cover felt wonderfully erotic against her naked back. Just like she'd thought it would when she first came into the room. Now she knew she'd intended to fuck Pat from the first. At least her body had. And it had forced her mind to follow.

She caught sight of Pat's lean, naked body as he launched himself onto the bed next to her. She couldn't make out whether his cock was any harder.

He was really thin, she thought as she felt him press against her. How different he was going to feel from Hal.

Jill's arms wrapped around Pat's shoulders as he once again buried his face in her lush tits. Jill was lying on her back, legs slightly spread, arching her back a little to thrust her tits up against Pat's slavering mouth. He was on his stomach, his cock buried underneath him.

Thrills rippled through Jill's body as Pat licked and slurped at her tits. Her nipples were so swollen they hurt a little. But it was a good hun.

When's he going to fuck me? Jill kept wondering.

She was ready to go. Still, she sighed happily when Pat laid one hand against her pussy-mound and began to play. She spread her thighs eagerly. His finger slipped up into her pussy slit again.

"Oooohhhh!" the turned-an brunette moaned.

Pat had found her clit this time. His agile fingers danced and flicked over the highly sensitive little nubbin. Jill's hips jerked helplessly upward. God, he was making her feel good! Ready to fuck! Wild to fuck!

Pat shoved a finger up her pussy-hole. Jill felt herself opening up. Pat inserted another finger, and another. Soon, he was finger-fucking her so hard his hand slapped loudly against her pussy-mound.

"Mmmmnnn… that's the way, lover! Oooohhhh, yes!" Jill crooned. "You're making me feel wonderful! So hot! Now fuck me!"

Jill tried to roll Pat over on top of her. He resisted, but finally propped himself up on his side, facing her. Jill's hand greedily reached out for his cock.

Limp as a rag. The surprised young woman found herself holding about three inches of soft, floppy prick. My God! Couldn't he get it up?

Pat read the panic in Jill's eyes. He flushed beet-red. "I… I'm sorry," he said miserably. "You're so fucking beautiful, and I've wanted you for so long… It's just all too much."

Jill was horrified. Oh. God! She wasn't going to get fucked! She'd heard of situations like this, where the man was so frantically eager that his entire body seized up. This was one of those times.

Despair flooded the young housewife's soul. But the look of total misery on Pat's face told her he felt even worse about it than she did. Jill felt suddenly full of compassion.

"That's okay," she said. "Another time." She felt like Earth Mother, lying naked and fertile, sexual power oozing from every pore. Too much power. She'd shorted Pat out.

She began stroking him gently, then placed his hand back on her tits, happy at least to have her nipples paid attention to. Pat looked immensely relieved. He'd been expecting scorn from Jill, blame.