James Evers - Hungry wives

Sensing her victory was near, Marge moved quickly. In one lightning gesture, she pulled her hands around and wrenched the cottony fabric of his shorts, dropping them to his ankles. She then returned her hands to part the mounds of his ass-cheeks, and hurled her face like an arrow toward the tiny bull's-eye of his asshole.

"Marge, honey, I appreciate it. But I've got… got…Ggggggoodddd!"

He collapsed as the tiny spear found its mark. Her tongue slid easily into the tight sheath, and became locked in the grip of the wildly reflexing muscle. His body reacted mechanically, like the spring action of a switch-blade when the button is hit. His upper torso jerked in a wide arc, and crashed bouncing on to the bed, while his cock shot out to full, agonizing erection, its path strewn with tiny drops of own.

Marge stabbed out with her tongue, impaling the pulsing muscle, and wrenching moans of pleasure from Roger's heaving chest. His body opened to her. His powerful back doubled in an effort to spread his ass-cheeks, and his hips surged backward, driving his crinkled asshole harder and harder over her fiery, probing tongue.

Marge's head was swimming with the depraved delight of her oral attack. Her reaming mouth tore into his quivering ass, and the hot juices of her cunt streamed down her thighs. Her passion rolled out in deep growls as she felt his asshole contract, opening and closing in quick, jerking rhythms around her piston-like tongue.

"Oh damn, damnit! Your mouth… your hot fucking mouth! I love it…God! I love it!"

His voice rang out like a trumpet sounding the charge. Marge lunged her hand around his churning hips, and grabbed the bobbing pole of his, huge prick. Her hand coursed the full, throbbing shaft. It was huge! The consuming passion of her perverted lust had swollen his cock to its foil, raging size.

She could not believe it. It had been years since she had felt the enormous power of complete erection, and it threatened to dissolve her in a blinding rush of burning hunger. She had to have it! She suddenly needed it more than anything she had ever known.

"Oooohh! Roger!" she screamed, her tongue popping from his clutching ass. "PLEASE! Give me your cock… I want to taste it… suck it… swallow your whole beautiful, huge, gorgeous, rock-hard cock in my mouth!"

"Yes! Yyeeeeeesss! Take it! Suck me… suck me NOW!"

She turned him over and laid him out on his back. He was helpless in the face of her fierce attack. Quickly she parted his legs and crawled between his thighs, her eyes glued to the swollen column of his prick.

Her desires were held in check momentarily by the pure radiating beauty of his awesome cock. Her eyes followed the powerful curving line, from its swollen, bulging root, up the rippling, veined shaft, to the throbbing head, oozing its corn in tiny drops.

"Oh it's beautiful!" she gasped, tears of joy welling in her eyes. "And I'm going to suck it! Suck it like it's never been sucked before!"

The single moment of silence was shattered by the grinding machinery of carnal desire. She lunged toward him, enveloping his waving cock in the velvety grasp of her hands. His body jerked from the bed, and groans poured from his rasping throat as her finger slid along the bloated tube of his cock.

Marge was in heaven. Never had she experienced such power, such control. Each rub across his ruddy tip, each pull of her nails down his twitching fuck-pole, would direct him into another chorus of agonizing moans. On and on she ran, driving him, taunting him, twisting him in the tormenting grasp of her passion-charged fingers.

"Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhh! Suck me… eat me! Damnit! Eat me!"

She lowered her lovely blond head towards his prick, her hair cascading across his thighs and belly. Her tongue jumped out to fuck at the head, and lick the thin trail of sperm that bubbled from the tip. She sucked the pungent cream into her hungry mouth, savoring the salty flavor, before continuing on to soak the stiff pillar of his meat.

"OH Christ!" he screamed, his head turning frantically as he felt the warm, wet sensation of her tongue coating his prick with saliva. "OH GOD! Its incredible… it's… it's… oh Marge, your mouth… I love your fucking mouth!"

Up and down she went, memorizing every inch, caressing every bend and crevice from tip to base.

And still she pushed on, nibbling at the wiry hairs of his crotch, and around to the churning sac of his balls.

Slowly she pulled the pulsing jewels, first one and then the other, into her mouth. Frantically she worked them around, sucking them like two burning marbles. She could almost taste the sweet, tangy cum rioting in his aching balls.

And now she wanted it, wanted to feel the hot liquid squirting down her throat, wanted to feel his rampaging cock driving and fucking into her lovely face.

Quickly she rolled the pulsing nuts from her tongue, and brought her mouth up to the tip of his cock. Instantly, insane with the perverted wonder of her lust, her lips closed thirstily over his glistening cock-head. His body jolted as her lips closed in a tight, gripping circle beneath the insensitive peak of his prick.

"Yes! Yes! Take it… take it all… swallow my cock… suck me! Suck me!Sssssuuuuuccckkk Mmmmeeeee!"

Her hand came down, squeezing the base of his cock in its tight, milking grasp. Her tongue moved rapidly, stabbing in and out of the tiny slit, wrenching Roger's frame in jerking spasms of profound bliss.

And then she moved down, slowly, taking the engorged mass of his cock, deeper and deeper into the oven of her craving throat. His arms beat into the wrinkled bedspread, pounding out the joy of her sucking lips.

Marge gagged slightly as the tip bumped against the back of her laboring gullet. She paused a second, wondering if she could handle the full length. But almost as soon as she had stopped she started again. She had to drain this moment of every possible pleasure, had to bombard Roger with every delight she possibly could. There was no holding back.

And so, she pressed on, swallowing his prick, dropping her head until she was suddenly face to face with the thick, bushy forest of his pubic mound. With one more push, she buried her nose in the fragrant patch, twisting and groaning with the sensual perfume of his musky masculine aroma, her tongue slithering out to lick at the jumping sac of his balls.

"Oh God In Heaven! It's too fucking good to be true! God, God, Goooooodddddddddd!"

Roger could not believe it. He raised his head slightly, and stared at his wife's face, trying to confirm the blissful messages of his screaming groin.

A faint sheen of perspiration lit her brow, and her face was flushed from the exertion of her glorious chore. But there was a look of supreme joy unlike any he had seen for a long time. This, plus the breathtaking realization that his huge, throbbing cock was totally consumed between the smooth oval of her pulling lips, drove the last ounce of sanity from his brain, and hurled him into the wondrous hell of animal lust.

"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh!"

Roger's scream only echoed the pounding scream of her own raging passion. Desperately she began running her mouth up and down his slick, bunting cock. With a frightening intensity, she would ram her head down the shaft, thudding into his squirming base, and then slip back along the surface until just the throbbing head was imbedded in her mouth.

Harder and harder she would drive, her rhythm mounting with each deep, throat-clasping lunge. Her fingers clutched at his balls, milking them, trying to release the boiling sperm that cried so desperately for escape.

Roger's hips were now bucking frantically, spearing her viciously in their mindless fury, his voice rasping his commands with all the berserk intensity of a drill sergeant.