Nick Eastwood - Housewife in heat

"Don't worry, baby, I'll get you off," Stan panted.

He seized her throbbing clit between his thumb and forefinger and began kneading it fast and hard. Mona almost flew right off the couch, the pleasure was so violent and sudden. She screamed and drenched his frigging fingers with a huge load of sizzling cunt cream. She felt herself spinning fast towards a desperately-needed orgasm.

"Unnnnhhhhh, yessss," she whined. "Do it to me, Stan, unnnhhhh!"

She was getting more hot thrills from Stan's expert foreplay than she'd gotten from five years of Jerry's fucking. She didn't think she'd ever felt so wildly excited in her life. His fingers rolled and kneaded her swollen erect clit, faster and faster, till she felt a bomb blast of pleasure deep in her cunt.

"Ooooooo, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Aaahhhh!"

Stan kept right on kneading her clit as she came, making her climax doubly intense. Mona howled, bucked, and soaked his hand with her boiling come-juice. Her orgasm was so powerful, her convulsions so violent, that the couch shook and creaked. At last she fell back limp and gasping, her whole pussy radiating satisfaction.

"Jesus, honey, you really needed to come," Stan said wonderingly. "Has Jerry been neglecting you?"

"Not exactly," Mona sighed. "It's hard to explain, Stan. We fuck, but I don't get much out of it. He doesn't like me to move or make any noise."

"WHAT?" Stan gawked. "What kind of crazy notion is that?"

"Jerry's a bit of a puritan. I'm afraid," Mona said wistfully. "He thinks nice women shouldn't show it if they like sex."

"Then I hope I never ball a nice woman," Stan sighed. "Why doesn't Jerry just get himself a warm corpse?"

As he spoke, he was feeling around in her sopping, steaming pussy, and when he found the buttery hollow of her cunt mouth, he wedged in the tip of his middle finger. He poked around a little in a teasing way, and Mona felt instantly horny again. She whimpered and jerked her pussy up and down, trying to take more of his rigid finger into her horny twat.

"Greedy," Stan grinned. "You want the whole thing, don't you?"

"Damned right," Mona panted.

"Okay, baby, take it," he said.

He jammed his long thick finger as far as he could into her snug juice-slick cunt, and Mona responded with a hoarse groan of pleasure. Her famished pussy hole gripped and tugged at his finger, drenching it with cream. Stan started to frig her cunt, jerking his finger stiffly up and down in the molten tube of flesh. Mona wailed.

"Uhhhhh, yes frig meeee!"

It was wonderful to be able to shout things like that, to move freely, to let her lover know how wildly turned on she was. It excited Stan, too, to hear her obscene words of encouragement and to see her humping her thirsty twat around his stiff middle finger. His eyes glowed with lust as he frigged her. He crammed his finger faster, harder in her boiling little box.

"Unnnhhhh, yeah, do it to me," Mona whined. "Ohhhh, shit, that's good."

She tightened her jerking twat around his plowing finger and gurgled with pleasure as she felt the red-hot friction between finger and cunt. Stan's pumping finger was making a lewd slurping noise as it reamed her juice-filled box. She was creaming molten floods of juice, and she pumped her hips faster and faster as her excitement mounted. Then she felt the body-rocking explosion she craved.

"Ahbhhh, God, I'm coming!" she groaned. "Whhaaahhhhh!"

Stan frigged her furiously as she came, magnifying all her delicious sensations. She came like a bomb, howling and bucking, oblivious to everything but the fantastic pleasure that ripped through her body. Jerry had never gotten her off like this and Stan was only using his finger. She could hardly wait to feel his big rigid cock. As her spasms faded, she hungrily eyed his stiff seven-inch boner.

It was as rigid as ever, thick, bloated, and feathered with bulging blue veins. The big purple knob of his cock-head gleamed, and a glistening trail of juice oozed from his piss hole. Mona felt an overwhelming urge to satisfy a lust she'd felt for five long years, an urge she'd never dared mention to her puritanical husband.

"Stan," she panted, "can I touch your cock?"

"That's a silly question," he grinned. "Of course you can. Why even ask?"

"Jerry won't let me touch his," Mona admitted. "Oh, Jesus," Stan groaned, "he doesn't know what he's missing. Here, touch it all you want."

He took Mona's hand and set it palm-down on his big rigid boner. It was the first time she'd ever touched a cock, and she shivered with excitement. His prick was delicious to touch, hot and throbbing and silky-skinned. Eagerly she ran her fingers up and down the thick fleshy spike, feeling the loose outer skin and the rock-hard, red-hot core inside. Stan shivered with pleasure.

"Easy," he panted. "Don't bring me off."

Mona explored the whole hot smooth surface of his stiff blue-veined prick. She touched and squeezed his big hairy nut sac. She swirled a fingertip around and around the enormous purple head of his prick, smearing cock-juice all over the shiny knob. She could have gone on playing with his prick for a long time but she suspected from Stan's harsh quick breathing that he was dangerously close to shooting his load. She sure as hell didn't want to waste that gorgeous hard-on.

"Fuck me, Stan," she moaned, letting her legs fail wide open. "Hurry and fuck me!"

"I'm glad you asked," he chuckled. "I was just about to come in your hand."

He quickly scrambled between her legs and wedged the big hard knob of his cock-head into the flooded little hollow of her cunt mouth. He took a deep breath and crammed his steel-stiff cock hard into her cunt. In an instant she was deliciously stuffed with thick throbbing cock-meat, his prick lodged all the way to her womb and his big hairy balls scraping her slit.

"Abhhhh, Christ, yes!" Mona wailed. "Get into me, Stan – fuck meeeee!"

"Jesus, baby, your cunt's like a blast furnace," Stan praised. "Awwwww, shit, yeah!"

Mona didn't have to stifle her sounds and movements, so she let herself go completely, screeching with pleasure each time Stan pistoned his big hard boner into her seething pussy hole, jerking her hips in time to his rough fast strokes. She was bucking and writhing so much that he had to shove his hands under her churning little ass to steady her.

"Unnnhhhh, yes!" she screamed. "Fuck it to me, Stan. Fuck my pussy good."

"You better believe I will, baby," Stan moaned. "Shit, you've got a fantastic little box."

His dirty words just increased her wild arousal, and Mona fucked right back at him, slamming her juice-slick cuntal tube up and down the thick spike of his prick. Each time he plowed into her, his throbbing boner was met by the hard upward thrust of her famished twat. Their bellies smacked loudly together as they furiously fucked each other.

"Good for you, baby?" Stan panted. "You dig the way I'm fucking you?"

"Ohhhhh, shit, yes," Mona whined, "I love it. I love your big cock, Stan. Uhhhhh, yeah, fuck meeeee!"

She'd never dreamed that fucking could be this wild and free and exciting. It felt marvelous to let all her instincts come out, to fuck back at a man, to scream her pleasure. Stan was a fantastic fuck, too, cramming his big hard dick into her fast and deep, deliciously reaming and stuffing her starved little cunt. It was no time at all before his pounding cock triggered her climax.

"You're doing it to me," she gasped. "You're making me come. Unnnnnggggghhhhh, yes whhaaahhhh!"

Her lucious big-titted body rocked violently beneath hmt as she came, and Stan had to dig his fingers into her churning ass to stay in the saddle. Her cunt went tight as a vise around his prick, searing and creaming, and he gritted his teeth to keep from coming. He wanted to go on and on fucking his friend's beautiful wife, savoring her deliciously tight slick pussy.