Ron Taylor - Wife on the prowl

"But Charlie…"

"This always happens," he went on. "Frank and Don fixed me up with a girl. Jesus, she'd fuck a barber pole! So she came over here one night, and we necked and petted, and we ended up in the bedroom, and she was all hot and sweaty, and I… I…"

Melinda sighed in sympathy. "It isn't…"

"And she laughed at me," Charlie added. "Laughed her ass off. That's what they always do, when I can't keep it up. Maybe I am a faggot. Do you think…"

"You didn't go soft in the theater," Melinda pointed out. She kept pulling his pecker, trying to make it come alive. "You stayed big and hard, and you just filled my mouth with your sweet cum. Remember?"

"Yeah, but you surprised me," he said defensively. "And I thought… Jeez, maybe I could… Well, aren't you going to laugh?"

Melinda shook her head, smiling. You meet all kinds, she thought. So much more interesting than screwing the same man all the time. God, why hadn't she discovered the delights of adultery long ago?

"No," she said, relishing the moment, "I'm not going to laugh. I'm going to do something a lot nicer. For both of us."

And with that, she rose onto her knees, still holding his cock. He stared at the full, lovely breasts that jiggled on her cheat, at the stiff dark nipples which crowned those bouncy tits, at the puff of dark hair between her legs that masked, only slightly, an inflamed, moist pussy slice. She knew he was staring, and it made her feel good. Melinda posed a moment, allowing him to see all that he wanted to see, and she felt interest stirring in his prick. It was warmer in her hand, warmer and, perhaps, a trifle engorged. A good sign, that. A very good sign.

She'd never been called upon to give a man virility before. It was a problem Melinda had never been faced with, and she found it a fascinating challenge. Maybe it would be easier just to laugh at Charlie and his pecker problems, to mock him for his failure to perform, but she saw no point in it. After all, the only man in the world against whom she had such a burning grudge was her husband. Helping Charlie would be a lot more fun than hurting him.

"Here," she said, lying down beside him in reversed position. "Touch my cunt. Feel it. Stroke it. Mmmm, yes, run your fingers through my hair. See? Isn't it soft and fluffy? And hot as fire? Stick your finger inside, see how wet I am. Ooooohhh, yes, Charlie!! God, you have a big middle finger! Ream it around… See how wet I'm getting? Oh, I can feel it, Charlie – can't you? And it's all for you, darling, all for you. Whoooo – you're getting deeper, deeper – fuck me with your finger, Charlie! Fuck me with your finger while I put your cock in my mouth and suck it up, big and hard again. Would you like that? I know I would. And when I get you big and hard, Charlie darling, I'm joint to climb on top of you and fuck you till you scream for mercy!!"

She leaned across him, and his nearly soft penis seemed to rise to meet her oncoming lips. She'd turned him on with her mouth, it appeared, but she was really going to turn him on before she taught him the finer points of fucking. Melinda opened wide and his steadily-erecting dick moved in.

His finger was still in her pussy, twiddling around, and with his thumb he'd managed to locate her clitoris. He strummed it with his thumb, entranced by the way it jiggled about, and Melinda was entranced too, for spurts of pleasant sensation rippled through her body and made her snatch that much wetter and hotter around the finger that roved inside it.

Simultaneously, she was sucking hard on his cock, thrilling as it stiffened joltingly in her mouth. All the boy needed was encouragement, she thought. Encouragement and a friendly woman. My God, she reflected, I'm living "Summer of '42"! I'm Jennifer O'Neill, and he's that kid, whatever his name was. I'm the older woman introducing him to the pleasures of sexual expression. What a trip!

But she didn't feel like an older woman, especially when a tiny gush of cum shot from the tip of his cock and oozed across her tongue. Oh, he was up now, really up, and she'd make damned sure he wouldn't go down again till he'd filled her cunt with lots and lots of that hot bubbly jism. For good measure she opened wide and sucked at him with all-encompassing vigor, and suddenly… Suddenly the head of his cock was in her throat and she had pubic hair in her nostrils. Oh my God, she thought, I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it! The same thing that bitch Kathy did to my husband! She'd swallowed his cock to the very root!

Her next impulse was to gag and throw up all over his groin, but she knew, somehow, that it wouldn't be right. It would shock him and probably make him sick and only increase his sex problems. Melinda fought resolutely with herself, and the gagging urge posed. Indeed, once she'd gotten used to the idea of having a dong's head in her throat, it wasn't bad at all. Sort of like the feeling of eating too much at Thanksgiving, except that only her throat was hill, not her tummy.

But she enjoyed it, the longer the contact lasted, and she was pretty sure Charlie did too, because his finger was going wild in her cunt and he was pushing her cunt as it were a button and he was tying to get room service in a hurry. "Ga," she said around his cock and he shivered at the vibrations up and down his rigid length.

On the other hand, it was hard to breathe, once he'd been there a while, and her face was getting red from lack of oxygen. Regretfully, Melinda let him slide out, but her tongue followed, even as her lungs sucked in air, and she licked her dribbly spit off the inflamed, swollen cock.

"How do you feel now?" she wondered, gurgling a little. Her mouth was flooded with spit, nearly as thick as the cum he'd given her in the movie house.

She wiped her lips, grinning, and Charlie grinned back. If ever she'd seen a grin totally full of confidence, he was flashing one at her. Oh, yes, she told herself, he's ready now. And he's not going to go soft at the ultimate moment. He's going to fuck my ass off.

"I feel great," Charlie said, extracting his middle finger from her snatch. "I think you've done me a lot of good."

"I think you're going to do me some good now," she told him, kneeling beside the boy. His cock stuck up, in need of no further oral or manual assistance, and she looked down at it for a moment, anticipating the moment when it would enter her pussy and bury itself to the hilt. "Oh, yes, a lot of good," she added, throwing her leg across him.

Melinda rose above the boy, her cunt uplifted, open, totally available, and she stopped in place. "Okay, Charlie," she said, "put it in me. And fuck me. Right?"

"Oh, right!!!" the boy wailed, grabbing his cock.

He stood it up, tickled the hair of Melinda's pussy, and then thrust up. She sank down as he bucked, and their genitals fumbled together for a moment, cock straining to enter her snatch, her cunt an inky, hungry hole that sought to swallow him as engulfing as her mouth had just finished doing.

"Ohhhh!" Melinda screamed, plunging down on him. Charlie's cock bent, but the tip made entrance, and when her ass came to rest upon his upper thighs, she was pussyfull of pecker and loving every inch of it.

"Look, Melinda!" he yelled. "I'm not going soft!"

"Damn straight, you're not! Now use that thing on me, Charlie! Use it! You've seen the movies and you know what to do!"

He must have seen a lot of the movies, she noticed, because he pile drove his way up into her with short, furious, skillful strokes that had her bouncing and rocking, cunt twitching around his rod. She rested her hands on his chest, threw back her shoulders, and set about riding that marvelous young animal she'd stirred back to life. Oh, it was fantastic! Her cunt squished as he fucked in and out, and she made her ass bob up and down, to heighten the intensity of Charlie's strokes. Her hair swirled, and the nipples of her tits were stiff with passion, so stiff they hurt – but such a delightful hurting! Melinda reached up, cupping her breasts, offering them as if to an imaginary lover, and she ran her fingertips across the jutting nipples till her head swam.