J Watson: The wife_s wild urge

"Lift up," he commanded.

She raised up and he put his hand underneath her. He was experienced with bra hooks. He had them undone in a moment. He made her fall back again while he jerked the cups away from her creamy tits. He stared at them. The lusting look in his eyes made her feel prouder than she ever had before of her big thrusting tits with the huge, hard, light brown nipples.

He put his hands underneath them, cupping and squeezing until they felt harder than they ever had before. He held one in his hands as he lowered his head. He licked at the tingly nipple with the tip of his tongue. She felt a wet heat in her nipples. He moved his head from one creamy mound to the other.

"Gaaaa," she groaned softly. "Gaaa, you're making me feel crazy!"

"That's just how I want you to feel," he said.

She gasped as she felt him suck up more of her hot flesh into his mouth. She didn't understand how he could have room for all that titty-flesh in his hot mouth. But he was doing it, somehow. And he was swirling his tongue around her nipple and biting her with his teeth.

She didn't know what she had been missing with Bill. Bill had always been the type to jump on and jump off. It was fine with him if she was able to get pleasure. It was also fine if she did not. And she'd thought they had a good sex relationship.

In a few short minutes John was teaching her more about sex than she'd learned in six years of marriage to Bill.

"Let me take this off," John said.

She raised up again as he slipped the man's shirt off her creamy white shoulders. He was panting as he pulled her bra off and dropped it onto the floor. She wasn't completely undressed and yet she'd never felt so naked in front of a man. John's eyes devoured her big, creamy tits and caused her to blush all over.

"You really are fucking beautiful," John said softly. "You've got a fantastic bod!"

He put his hand underneath her perfect round ass. His fingers squeezed one of her asscheeks and caused a new tingly feeling in her cunt. He tugged at the zipper. He wasn't reaching it well and she had to roll over on her side. He immediately tugged the zipper down and slipped his hand inside her shorts.

It felt even better to have his hot hand squeezing her ass with only her panties as protection. She wanted to feel his hand on her naked flesh, though. She squirmed around until he got the idea. He started pulling her shorts down her legs. She kicked them off. Immediately he reached for her panties. For the first time another man besides her husband was puffing her panties down her long, beautiful legs, and another man was looking at the black furry bush between her legs.

"Mmmmm," he said. "You're even more beautiful with your clothes off. It makes my cock hurt just to look at you."

Again she had that blushing warmth over her body. She wanted to see him naked but she was too shy to tell him so. But he wasn't going to let her stay shy. John wanted to turn her into the wild and wicked woman that he knew she was. He wanted to turn her into a begging, squirming cunt. He wanted her hot and out of control, and he knew exactly how to get her that way.

"Spread your legs wide," John said. "I want to see your pretty pussy."

She spread her legs as he told her to. He was staring into the moist cavern of her cunt. Even her husband had not had this view. There was no part of Lynn that wasn't completely open to his gaze. She wasn't expecting him to suddenly put his hand over her furry mound. She gasped as she felt two fingers thrust roughly into her pussy.

"I know you'll like this," John said. "You're a cunt. I can see it in your face. And cunts like to be played with!"

His fingers were rough and thick, not at all like the fingers of her husband. And he wasn't moving his fingers in her cunt gently. He was stabbing them into her and almost bruising her sensitive cunt walls. At first it was a little uncomfortable. Then her pussy juices began to lubricate his thrusting fingers and she started to enjoy it. Her ass squirmed in a hot rhythm to his fucking fingers, and she no longer wanted him to stop.

She was no longer feeling shy. "Take your clothes off. Please strip for me. I want to see you naked."

He grinned lewdly. He kept his two fingers in her cunt as he tore his clothes off with his free hand. She sighed when she saw his thick chest covered with wiry hairs. He had a tense, flat belly that seemed to ripple with excitement. He ripped down his trousers and his shorts and she saw his huge, thick, purplish cock. She gasped as she saw the size of it. The purplish knob was already smeared with his milky white cream.

"It's so big," she whispered.

She couldn't help touching it. She brushed her fingers across the burning, aroused flesh. Her fingers felt sticky from his cum. He really had a lot. His cum was making his reddened prick glisten. It was leaking from the tip and coating his powerful looking staff.

He took her hand and put it back against his prick. This dine she laced her fingers around his steaming meat. She could feel a powerful throbbing heat through his cock. It was like the huge thing was going to explode at any moment. It frightened her, but it also kept her hot pussy riding back and forth over his thick fingers. She had never seen anything so magnificent as his prick.

John took his fingers out of her burning pussy. Suddenly she felt so empty between her legs. She could hardly stand it. She put her own hand in her pussy, just to rub herself. He roughly pulled her hand away.

"Please," she whispered. "I'm so hot down there!"

"I know you're hot, little cunt," he told her. "I'm going to take care of you. But first you have to be nice to me!"

"Oh yes," she cried. "I'll do anything you want!"

John had her where he wanted her. He took a handful of her hair rind pulled her up. She came willingly enough. She let him pull her down on her knees between his hairy legs. He held her head just inches from his swollen meat.

"I'm going to fuck you," John promised, "but first you have to worship my meat. You have to show me how much you love cock! You have to show me what a raunchy bitch you are!"

"Anything!" she cried.

She meant it. Even when he jerked her face forward and she was nearly overpowered by the strong smell of his meat. She wanted to worship it. She cupped his nuts gently with one hand. She began kissing and licking the bloated, cum covered knob. She took more of the strong taste of his jism into her mouth, savoring it. She had never cared for kissing her husband's cock very much. With John, it seemed like something she should do, just to show him how much she cared for him.

"That's good, baby," John told her. "That's real good."

She started licking the long, thick shaft. In a few moments she had licked away all of his dripping cum and his prick was glistening from her saliva. She couldn't help the impulse to slide the thick knob between her lips. Just his bloated knob seemed to fill her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, and then started sucking the rest of his shaft into her throat.

She finally could suck his cock no farther. She felt the throbbing cockhead against the back of her throat. She pulled her head back and let her teeth scrape across his bloated meat.

"Oh fuck," John groaned. "Oh fucking shit!"

She started bobbing her head. She felt his fingers in her black hair, tangling in the thick strands, and making her move her head faster. She felt the hot swelling of his cockhead and more of his jism leaking into her mouth.

"Uh-uh," John suddenly said. "No, I don't want that. Not yet, anyway. First I want some of that sweet pussy of yours."

He pulled her head away from his cock. He pulled her up onto the bed beside him. Once again he started playing with her light brown nipples, his fingers causing ripples of excitement all over her body. She grabbed his hand and pulled it back to her pussy. He grinned, as he pushed a finger between her hot cuntlips. She groaned and began moving against his finger. She felt so sweet toward him. Her husband had never gotten her so hot.