Ron Taylor - Wife on the prowl

"My God," she gasped, "you're doing it right, Charlie – exactly right! Keep on, oh, God, keep on!!!"

"Do you like it?" he asked, fucking happily. "DO you really like it, Melinda?"

"Bet your ass I like it," she grinned, shaking her tits at his beaming face. He liked that, very much, for he reached up and seized the shaking mounds in his hands. Melinda stoked him as he stroked her, and they rode together, fucking with a greater and greater speed and intensity. Melinda's teeth chattered, and hot sweat ran from beneath her arms. She flexed her arms and felt the squishy moisture in their pits, and she could smell its hot, cunty fragrance.

Or was that the hot cunty fragrance of her sopping pussy? She couldn't be sure. But Charlie had certainly fulfilled her request. All of her smelled just as her pussy had, back in the theater – once again she found herself thinking wistfully of Chinese whorehouses. And loved it. If there were any aroma in which she could gratefully be suffocated, if was the smell of sex. God, was she ever making up for those lost months when Neil had abandoned her and forgotten to mention it to Melinda. Damn him, she thought, I hope he's having fun, because I sure as hell am!

"Feed my hungry pussy," she smirked, romping dawn upon him, twisting her ass so that her cunt wriggled and sucked on his up thrust dong. "I want your cum running out my ears," she added, her fingers tickling his ears. He grabbed harder at her tits, pulling the nipples till she screamed with delight. "Oh, you're learning fast, kid!" she said, and her twat mashed down hard upon his jiggling balls.

"It's fun learning," he agreed.

Melinda couldn't wait. She loved to be kissed, and she wanted to be kissed. Right now. She leaned forward, and her tits came to rest upon Charlie's chest. She cupped his face in her hands and rained wet kisses all over the tower part of his head. Mouth, cheeks, the dimples in his chin – she kissed everything that was kissable and several things that weren't. Once the playful tip of her tongue even slipped into his flaring nostrils for a little bit of stimulation that was new to both of them.

And all the while her cunt ground upon him, moving up and down, back and forth, to the sides, always full of his cock, always wet and slick and active around his cock. Melinda was discovering muscles in her pussy she hadn't known existed, and she was putting all of those newfound muscles to wonderful use.

"I like it," he said. "I really like it."

"Everyone likes it," Melinda countered between kisses.

"But I never thought I'd actually be fucking a woman, like you… like this… I thought it was something I'd read about, or see in the movies, or hear other people talking about… Jesus, I didn't think this could ever happen to me."

"Well it is, Charlie darling, so why don't you enjoy it? And when we've gone around the park once, we'll rest a little, and then see how many more times we can turn each other on. Mmmm? What do you say, Charlie?"

He didn't have time to talk. His hands were gripping the cheeks of her ass, splitting them as his cock split the yielding mouth of her cunt, and he was lifting Melinda off his belly with each stroke up her passageway. She rocked up, sucking his cock home, then slammed down, pinning him to the bed as her cunt gobbled every inch of him and drooled for even more.

It was delicious, and it was perfect, a splendid way to end an evening on the prowl. If all my nights could be like this, Melinda thought. If only all my nights could be like this. Who needs a husband, especially when that husband only wants somebody else?

She bellied down upon Charlie, and pussy juices were leaking from her gash, wetting his pubic hair as well as hers. A come was boiling in her guts a real crackerjack of a come, and she could sense that his own desire was just as hot, just a uncontrollable as her own. "Mmmm!!" Melinda sang. "DO it to me, Charlie baby! Make it good!!!"

And then things started to happen.

First she heard the outer door opening, and then she heard a raucous voice calling, "Charlie, Charlie. Where is Charlie?" Beneath her, the object of the question seemed to stiffen and she felt his cock begin to wilt. No! Melinda thought jealously. She made her pussy contract on him, and almost at once the softening process halted. He wasn't quite as hard as he'd just been, but he was still fuckworthy. No matter who was in the apartment, she didn't intend to lose that erection till she'd milked it and profited by its milk.

"Oh, shit, it's Frank and Don," Charlie whispered. "My roommates."

"Listen," a second voice said outside, "I hear bedsprings quivering."

"Oh, yeah? Does that mean we've caught him doing the dirty deed again? Hey, Charlie – if you keep playing with your tool, it'll never…"

The bedroom door pushed open and a dark, punk-faced young man stuck his head into the room. He looked like any of the imitation Fonzies running at large nowadays, Melinda noticed as she stared over her shoulder. "Holly shit," the boy said. "Come here and take a look at this!"

"Jesus Christ," Charlie moaned, stirring beneath, her. His face was scarlet.

Melinda smiled reassuringly, and she straightened up, then turned half around. The fact that she was totally naked, that she was full of cock, that she was being stared at by a stranger – it was too late for any of those factors to embarrass Melinda Stillman. Indeed, there was something quite provocative in the wonder-filled eyes of the young man looking at her from the doorway.

A second face entered the frame. Also dark, also third-rate Brando – James Dean – Henry Winkler. But the eyes were enormous, and they took in all of Melinda's nudity; took it in, craving more.

"I thought you guys were going to that party," Charlie said in a soft voice. Melinda put her hand on his chest and started twiddling his nipples. He chuckled softly, and his cock seemed to fill a little, to stiffen inside her. Mmmm, she thought, that's a lot better, Charlie love. Now don't lose any of that sweet, sweet stiffness. Keep yourself up, big and hard, so you can fuck me just as soon as we're ready to start again. She tweaked one nipple, felt it nearly as stiff as his cock, and she was happy. Something told her Charlie was happy, too. "Yeah," said one of the faces. "It was a stone drag, so we got out. No chicks, no dope worth smoking, nothing but ripple to drink. Looks like you scored all right, though. Hey, that's some piece."

"Christ, look at those tits," she heard the other one whisper, and his eyes were still big as saucers.

Both of them liked what they saw, and that pleased Melinda. It was a very heady feeling to see the attraction the two boys felt for her, and perhaps it was a kind of indicator that she was on her way to a successful career. Neil used to look at me like that, she thought. And she'd mined it so much. Well, she didn't have to miss it any longer.

Melinda rocked a little atop Charlie, and his dick quivered in her tight sucking sheath, and she found herself remembering the dirty movie, when she and Charlie had met. Such a fascinating scene – the very scene where she'd made her move on the masturbating boy, in fact – a woman taking on two men at the same time. She'd wondered then, wondered how it would be, how it would feel, how she'd respond. God, she could have it now, if she wanted. And three men, instead of just two. Frank and Don were breathing hard, their faces flushed with lust and perhaps a few glasses of Ripple. She could have all of them, right here, right now, a cock in her cunt, another in her mouth, but where would the third go? Up her ass? She'd never tried it there. Neil and Kathy probably had. Kathy looked like the type of girl who'd do anything, at least once. Or…

No. It wouldn't work. Maybe some other time. At least it was I goal to shoot for. But right now she was Charlie's, and he was hers in a very special way, and bringing his friends into the act would only cheapen it for him. Besides, he was still rather shy and nervous about fucking his first woman. Let him savor the full pleasure by himself. Yes, that was the only answer.