Ron Taylor - Wife on the prowl

This morning, masturbation had seemed a terribly pathetic means of satisfying herself, but this was so much different. She wasn't sitting on the john trying to soothe her sexual tensions while her husband bone-tired from fucking another woman ill night snored away in the bedroom. She was pleasuring a man with her mouth, pleasuring herself with her finger – oh, God!! Was she ever pleasuring herself!! She could smell male presence, could taste it on her lapping tongue, and her body hummed with a bright, happy intensity.

She felt the panties beginning to unravel beneath her thrusting fingertip. And why not? She was in herself, finger and panties, almost to the hilt. Wetness had already sopped through the nylon, and the flimsy material couldn't stretch indefinitely.

Her nails were sharp and tapered, and Melinda sighed "Ohhhh" around the cock in her mouth as the nylon yielded and tore and she was stabbing a bate finger through the rent, into an equally bare, juicily wet pussy.

The muscles were eager, and they clenched at the fucking finger with vehemence. Melinda twitched about even more energetically than she had before, and her mouth moved faster on the boy's cock. He was still holding her by one, guiding her head with his other hand, and his cock danced and jiggled in the inescapable trap of her suctioning mouth.

There was no way he could resist her for long, especially since he'd been playing with his peter for God knew how long prior to her approach. Melinda knew that, yet she took a perverse pleasure in denying him his climax as long as possible. Her tongue fluttered inside her mouth, and once or twice she allowed him to slide wetly forth so she might nibble and lick the fat, swollen cum-tube on the underside of his shaft. Oh, Christ, did he ever moan and groan when she did that! She knew from her experience with Neil that men enjoyed a certain amount of teasing in that area, but she carried it to extremes now, using her teeth like vicious baby piranhas on him.

"Oh, don't…" he moaned softly, arching his pecker up, up, and Melinda moaned too, for she felt the unmistakable convulsions of his organ, the giveaway that he was about to… She gabbed him and angled his cock toward her mouth, but apparently the very act of touching him sent the boy irretrievably over the edge. His cock began to squirt hot splattering semen even before she could part her lips and suckle the tip of him back into her mouth where the boiling juice would not be wasted.

At the same time she continued to fig herself, finger snaking through the rent in her panties, and her clit was a suddenly burning orchid of ecstasy, woman's juices pouring from her pussy in a stream thick enough, musky enough, to make the entire theater smell like a Chinese whorehouse.

Or so it seemed to Melinda, as she drank hot cum and fucked her clever finger, all at the same time. It was good cum, she thought as her lapping tongue played among the squirted gobs. Young cum. Hot cum. Delicious cum. She wanted more of it.

"Suck me, suck me," he pleaded, as if she had any intention of stopping. Jesus, she would suck him dry!

He kept coming, shooting the stuff into her gaping mouth, and it was rolling from her lips, splattering onto the crotch of his pants. Oh, God, there was so much of it! Perhaps he'd been sitting here in the dark, masturbating himself for hours, waiting only for the moment when his hands would drive him to a gushing orgasm just like this one. Or maybe it was the quality of her sucking. She didn't know, she didn't care. All that mattered was that Melinda felt herself drowning in hot semen and she couldn't wait to go down for the third time.

Her own climax was petty in comparison, but it was a climax all the same, and she'd shared it with another personhe way orgasms were meant to be shared. Never again, she thought. Never again will I be the pathetic little Melinda I used to be. If Neil doesn't want it, there's a world of men who do. She sucked at the boy's cock, teeth grinding softly on the barrels until her lapping tongue assured her that he was drained, that no matter how she teased, coaxed, cajoled, he could not spill another bubble of cum into her mouth. Regretfully, she lifted her head, patting his cock in appreciation of a job well down.

"Jesus," he said in a tight, faraway voice. Melinda tucked his cock back into his pants, then zipped them quietly. Her mouth was sticky with leaked-out cum, but as her tongue emerged to lick up the spill, she didn't care. No matter what it had done to her lipstick.

"I… I only had five dollars when I went out," he said, taking her by the wrist, "and it cost me three to get into the movies. All I have left is two, and I know that isn't enough…"

"Oh, hell," Melinda whispered back, "Do all men have this problem? Ron had thought her to be a hooker, too. And now this boy. Oh, it was too bloody much!" She looked up at the screen. Apparently the other film had ended during that lowly blowjob, for she didn't recognize any of the faces or bodies now laid out before her.

Wait! There was the really ugly man with the foot-long cock. He was – oh, Jesus – he was sticking it – yes! – into the asshole of a thin, blonde girl who looked like she was playing hooky from high school to take part in this filming. Little pointed tits with pink nipples, a saucy, impudent face, a small triangle of dark blonde pubic hair – she reminded Melinda very much of Neil's friend Kathy. But it wasn't the same girl. Kathy was slightly heavier in the ass, slightly fresher of face. Both of them gorgeous, yes, but… "I can't pay you," the boy was saying into her ear. "I'm sorry." Melinda realized that she still had her finger under her skirt, buried in her wet pussy. With a giggle she pulled it out, then waved the finger back and forth in her young friend's face. "Yes," she said, "you certainly can pay me. Take me somewhere and fuck me, till I smell like this all over!"

"Oh, wow," he said, quavering. His fingers were like little iron bands on Melinda's wrist.

"Come on," she added. "Let's go somewhere and do it. Really do it. And it won't cost you anything except an erection."

As they hurried up the aisle, Melinda took one last look at the screen. The Kathy-like blonde was still being corn holed vigorously. How her little anus ever expanded enough to take in that monster cock was beyond Melinda's understanding, but as she went through the curtain, she thought smugly, up both their asses! Kathy's and Neil's! She was on the prowl for Goddamned sure and, if her luck held, she'd do a lot better than she could at home.

His name was Charlie, and he was nearly as young as he looked. Almost twenty, he said, settling nervously into the passenger's seat of Melinda's car, but he could have passed for an innocent girl.

Medium-size, with light brown hair and a dimple in his chin just like Cary Grant's. But he didn't come across as the dynamically seductive type. Despite the hard cock Melinda had felt and sucked in the movie house, despite the lust with which she'd given herself to him there, he was stilt very shy, more than half afraid of the woman who had come on so boldly. She suspected that he was very inexperienced. Could he even be a virgin?

"Where shall we go?" she asked, pulling out from the curb. He didn't answer, so she put her hand on his thigh. "A motel, perhaps? Or do you have a place of your own?"

"Uh… yeah… I… uh… I stay with these two other guys… we all go to college…"

"Then a motel might be better?" Her hand inched up his thigh, getting perilously close to the area where his pecker lurked. It had softened after the mighty flood of cum he'd poured into her mouth, but he was young and, if she knew anything about young men, he could get up big and hard, very soon.

"Uh, well, my roommates went to a party," he stammered, moving nervously when her hand clutched him. "They probably won't be back tonight. It's that kind of party," he added.