James Evers - Hungry wives

Marge thrilled to the sight of the massive pole about to enter her body. She quivered with each delightful scoop of her daughter's hand, and squealed her response as she felt the tool bump against her steaming crack.

"Guide it in," Laura demanded. "Put it into your cunt."

Marge obeyed, screaming as she felt the dildo climb the hot channel of her pussy. Gently it rose, inch by inch, spreading the tight walls of her cunt with its full, massive width, until finally she was impaled on the entire length, her daughter's crotch bumping against her spread eagled mound.

"It's huge," she moaned. "It's huge, and… HARD! And it's so… so…ooooohhhhhhh!"

Laura began driving the huge object in and out of her mother's clutching pussy. She reached down and grabbed her mother's hips, guiding her in full, even strokes. Marge's cuntal muscles contracted around the instrument, sucking every bit of pleasure she could from its thrilling bulk.

"Fuck it, mother! Fuck it hard! Learn how good it is to have a hard cock in you again!"

"Yes, it's good! God it's good to feel it… to feel you inside me!"

Laura's face crashed against her mother's lips, her tongue stroking in and out of her mouth in imitation of her churning hips. Her daughter's nipples pressed against Marge's, burning into her like two tiny irons.

"Yes, yes! DO IT!" Marge cried. "Ream me! Fuck me like I've never been fucked before."

Laura fiendishly slammed the dildo in and out of Marge's pussy, delighting in the loud sucking noises of the starving, sucking organ pulling frantically beneath her. Harder and harder she thrust, battering Marge's cunt, probing the darkest depths of her mother's throbbing belly.

"Oooooooohhhhhh! I'm coming! I can feel it coming! Harder… harder! Don't stop… do it!"

"Yes, come! Let it come! Let it pour!"

Laura growled in animal lust while pumping with all her heart and soul. Her hands were tearing and driving her mother's furiously bucking hips. Quickly she rose up, pressing the dildo's base violently against her mother's clit, dragging the smooth tool in long agonizing lunges across the sensitive bud.

"Now, mother, now! Let it me… let it scream out! Come! Come! Coooooommeeeee!"

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggg!!"

Marge came. Her body heaved, her hands tearing at her own hair as the full force of her orgasm as shed like an angry sea against her body. Her wildly contracting cunt gnawed at the dildo like some insane toothless animal, and her juices bolted in spasm after spasm of frenzied ecstasy.

Gradually the movements slowed, and only small tremors remained where full quakes had once raged. The two bodies melted gratefully into one another, the hands rising to stroke and caress the soft flesh.

Marge's fingers shook nervously as she pressed the buttons on the phone. Impatiently she waited while the miracle of modern technology pulsed her desires along miles of cable. The fact that she could hear her husband, busy with his packing, in the room above her, only added to her discomfort.

"Come on, damn you… ring!"

Marge could not remember the last time she was this nervous. From the time her daughter had left until her husband had come home, she had done nothing but think. She had analyzed every one of her daughter's statements, pulled them apart, and held them up against the history of her marriage.

And now she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Laura was right. The day's events had left her feeling more alive than she had felt in years. All that remained was to enjoy the excitement, swallow her fear, and put her plan into action.

"Goddamn it, Jenny! Answer your fucking phone!"

"Hello?"

"Jesus, Jenny, what took you so long?"

"Oh hi, Marge… I was out back. I can't stand sitting here while Tom packs. It makes me feel helpless. I know what he's up to, and there's not a damn thing I can say or do about it."

"Wrong! That's why I'm caning you. How about if you and I take a little weekend of our on? We can go up to L.A. and do our own partying."

"Oh Marge, you mean just you and me? Alone? Like we were today? Yes! Oh please, YES!" Marge was taken aback for a second. She knew she was going to spend the weekend fucking, but Jenny was not the person she had in mind to fuck. On the other hand, if Jenny did not go, she was not sum she would have the courage to do it alone.

"Yes, Jenny, just the two of us. Look, as soon as Tom leaves you get packed. I'll call you when I'm ready, okay?"

"Yes! Fine! Marge, I love you! Bye!" Marge breathed a sigh of relief. She was sure that by the time Jenny and she were settled in Los Angeles, she would have the girl convinced that having an affair would be as good for her as it was for Marge.

Now, only one more thing remained to be done. She quickly rose, and began climbing the stairs toward her bedroom. She had to know for sure. She needed some kind of proof, some faint hint of confirmation from her husband's eyes that everything Laura had said was true.

Quietly she cracked the door of the bedroom. Her husband was standing next to the bed, hunched over his open suitcase, and clad only in his shorts. She tiptoed up behind him, and unable to suppress her excited giggle, threw her arms around his narrow waist. She began gently circling her fingers through the hair leading down his chest, pausing to tease the dark bristles surrounding his navel.

"Hiya, Roger," she purred, her teeth nipping at his earlobe. "Got time for something to eat before you go?"

He made a gentle effort to brush her off with his hand. "Marge! I told you on the phone not to cook g… I don't have time."

"I didn't!" Her hand was now slowly winding under the tight, elastic band of his underwear. "You don't have to cook this. You just warm it up a little, and it's ready to eat. You'll love it… it's something you haven't eaten in ages!"

His hips jerked slightly as her fingers found their way into the furry bush of his pubic hair, but he continued to ignore the obviousness of her intentions.

"Well, whatever it is, it'll have to wait. I'll have it when I get back. Right now, I'm in a hurry."

Refusing to be put off, she wrapped her hand around his flaccid cock, and rubbed her thumb slowly across the soft, spongy tip. "Okay. It'll be here when you get back. In the meantime, do you mind if I grab something to eat while you're packing?"

"No! Eat! It's fine with me."

"Good!" she sighed, thrilling as his cock began to twitch with signs of life. "It looks like it's going to be a little while before the main course is ready… so I guess I'll just have to start on the appetizers."

With this, she began running her tongue back and forth across his strong back. His body arched slightly, following each long, gliding stroke of her mouth as it began at one side, worked across to his spine, and then out to the other side. At the middle point of each sweep, she would pause to nip at the hard ridge of his backbone, while her hand squeezed frantically at the growing bulge of his huge cock.

"Marge please! I've got to pack… otherwise… I'll… be late."

Marge ignored the fading protests. Her hand kept listing the arching pole of Roger's cock, and her mouth kept dropping, slowly, deliciously, descending his back an inch at a time, until it was firmly lodged in the small of his back.

"Marge… honey… please!"

But the words were wasted, unable to pierce the thick fog of her sensual delight. Marge was drunk with power of her wanton seduction, her effectiveness clearly registered in the measured growth of his pulsing prick, and the contorted, backward arch of his spine.

A loud moan finally emerged from his vainly resisting body as he felt her tongue dive beneath the top of his shorts, and begin foraging in the cease of his tensely knotted ass. His defenses were crumbling. The bold searchings of her wanton tongue were robbing him of his sanity, driving him into that no man's land of erotic surrender.