Nick Eastwood - Housewife in heat

"DAMN!" Mona cried.

She could have tried beating off, but she knew that wasn't the feeling she really craved. She wanted what she'd had with Stan and Brian – a good stiff cock and a very thorough fucking. Now that she'd learned bow great fucking could be, she simply couldn't get enough of it. She thought of phoning Stan – but, no, he was married, too, and it might be awkward for him to get away.

What to do? She couldn't just walk out on the street and seduce somebody. Or could she?

Mona shivered with wicked excitement. There really was no reason why she couldn't just go out and pick up a man. Many women did it all the time. The fact that she'd been faithfully married for five years didn't hold her back any more. All she could think about was having more sexual adventures, trying out more new men. She knew that with her looks, she'd have no problem finding somebody.

She raced for the bedroom and changed into her sexiest outfit, a clinging red jumpsuit that outlined every curve of her tall big-titted body. She'd bought the suit on impulse one day, and when Jerry saw her in it, he forbade her ever to wear it in public. Well, piss on him, Mona thought. The suit was just what she needed to attract attention. She grabbed her purse and headed out.

The skin-tight low-cut jumpsuit started doing its job the moment she stepped out of the apartment building. As she strolled along the street, she got stares, whistles and invitations from almost every man she passed. But she wasn't going to go to bed with somebody she hadn't checked out first. She kept walking until she came to a decent-looking bar.

Mona went inside and ordered a martini, taking a small table by herself. She felt every man in the room staring at her, and she'd hardly had a sip of her drink before one of them came over and introduced himself. He was tall, lanky, with sandy-colored hair, and nicely dressed. Mona judged him to be in his mid-thirties. She liked his looks, and she returned his smile.

"Hello," he said, "my name's Len Proctor. Naturally I couldn't help noticing you. Nobody in the place can help noticing you. May I buy you a drink?"

"No," Mona replied, "I already have a drink. But you can sit down. My name's Mona."

After chatting with Len awhile and being sure he was a sane, nice person, Mona was ready to go. She waited impatiently for him to proposition her. But he seemed in awe of her good looks and outstanding figure. Maybe he figured a girl like her wouldn't possibly consent to go to bed with him. Mona realized she'd have to make the first move.

She gave a big sigh and said, "Wow, have I been feeling lonely. My husband's out of town for a week."

The line worked just as well as it had with Brian. Len's eyes glowed lustily, and he leaned farther toward her, blatantly eyeing the ripe cleavage of her big tits. "If you're lonely," he said, "you could spend the night with me!"

"Why, how thoughtful of you, Len," Mona purred. "Let's go."

He looked a little surprised, but he escorted her out to his car and drove her to a nearby motel. The room was quite sexy, Mona thought – a huge king-size bed with a fake fur spread, lights turned low, rug soft and deep. She set down her purse, kicked off her shoes, and started unbuttoning her jumpsuit. Len just stood there staring at her.

"Anything the matter?" Mona asked.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said.

"Why not?"

"Well," he said, "it isn't every day a guy like me finds a girl as beautiful as you and she actually agrees to ball him."

"Len," Mona said, "believe me, it's happening. Now do you want to fuck or not?"

That did it. Len began fumbling out of his clothes as fast as he could. Mona finished unbuttoning her jumpsuit and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it in just her skimpy white bikini bra and panties. She thought Len's eyes were going to pop out of his head as she unhooked her bra and let it slide off down her arms. Her huge firm tits quivered slightly with her movements.

Mona grinned at him and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. She inched the little garment down slowly, tantalizingly, and Len paused to watch. As the first dark pussy curls popped into view, he licked his lips. She popped the panties down over the firm rounds of her ass, slipped them beneath the thick curly triangle of her bush, and let them slither down her legs.

Her naughty performance had only added to her raging horniness. The more daring and loose she got, the more sexy she felt. She was liberated from the restrictions her husband placed on sex, and now she just couldn't be wild enough. She walked naked to Len and took over the job of undressing him. He didn't say a word, just stood there breathing harshly and flushing with arousal.

Mona pulled off his tee-shirt. His chest was lean and hard-muscled, with a small patch of coarse dark hairs. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and tugged them down, helping him to step out of them. As she knelt to remove his jockey shorts, she saw the fly suddenly go sharply tented as his cock mushroomed into stiffness. Eagerly she tugged down his shorts.

She stayed on her knees, gawking hungrily at his cock. It was a nice one, about six inches long and the thickest she'd ever seen. It stood up in a fierce hard-on, hugging his flat belly, and his cock-cleft was oozing big bubbles of hot juice. Mona remembered how great Brian's cock had tasted, and hot saliva rushed to her mouth.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "What a gorgeous cock."

She curled her fingers around the base of his dick, right above his wiry bush of dark cock hairs. The shaft was so thick she could hardly close her fingers around it. She drew his prick closer to her lips, fanning it with her hot breath, and Len shivered. She stuck out her gleaming little tongue and started lapping up his dribbling juice.

"Jesus," Len sighed. "I still can't believe it."

But it was real enough, her scalding slick tongue lashing all over his swollen dick, her hungry gurgling noises as she savored his cream on her taste buds and then swallowed it. She cleaned his stalk of the hot salty cream, then went for the head. Her steamy little tongue swirled around and around the hard purple knob, eating his oozing juice.

"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured. "Mmmmmmmmm."

She still hadn't had enough of his delicious cock cream so she drilled her wet pointed tongue tip right into his piss hole and reamed out more of the hot tasty juice. Len gasped and swayed dizzily, and she could feel his cock throbbing violently under her probing tongue. His breathing got louder and harsher by the second.

"Look, baby," he panted. "If we're gonna fuck, we better do it quick. I'm about ready to come in your face."

Mona was a little disappointed – she wanted more foreplay, more time to lick and taste his handsome creaming cock. But she was also achingly horny, and she didn't mind at all taking that rock-hard six-incher into her starving little pussy hole. She went to lie on the bed, opening her legs wide and bending her knees back. Len gawked hungrily at her lush red slit and its thick fringe of dark curls.

He leaped onto the bed and scrambled between her thighs, his rigid cock wagging stiffly and dripping big glob of hot juice. Kneeling, he crammed the big hard knob of his cock-head into the steamy pit of her cunt mouth. He gave a big shove and rammed his throbbing boner right to her womb, his coarse-haired balls slamming her slit.

"Uhhhhh!" Mona gasped.

His exceptionally thick cock stuffed her almost breathless, throbbing heavily against every inch of her juicy snug cuntal tube. He started fucking her roughly, plowing his big cannon swiftly up and down in her hot little box, giving it to her just the way she craved it. Mona gurgled with excitement and creamed all over his slamming prick.

"My God, yes," she panted. "Fuck it to me, Len, fuck it to me good and hard."