James Evers - Hungry wives

She smiled, and moved her body closer to John, pulling him toward her, and lowering her face to his parted lips. She kissed him lightly at first, her lips just stroking and grazing his hungry mouth, then harder, her tongue entering the wet sweetness of his young mouth to probe and prod his tentatively searching tongue.

John began sweating with the rising heat of his passion, her tongue instilling in him a permissive confidence that now took control. His hand reached down and curled under the flopping top of her gown. Slowly he began tracing a tremulous path up to the bare flesh of her throbbing tit.

Jenny's heart began to thud, and shivers shook her body as she felt the boy's hand close on the sensitive surface of her small, rounded tit. Her tongue picked up the pace, responding to the hard pinch of his young fingers on the turgid bud of her nipple.

"Mrs. Kramer," he groaned. "Could I… uh… is it… could I touch you more?"

"Yeeeessss!" she whispered. "Anything… anything you want."

His hand responded, gripping even tighter into the warm tit-flesh, while his other hand dropped and rested on the tender inner side of her thigh. It snaked further and further up her leg, until his palm brushed electrically against the nylon-covered pubic hair. He hesitated a moment before beginning to massage the hot, dripping triangle.

Jenny trembled from the contact, his fingers pressed passionately against the soaking fabric, poking in youthful exuberance at the tiny button of her clit. Jenny flexed her pelvis up against the boy's lusting fingers, the flushes of burning desire darting from the pink flanges of her hungry pussy.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhh God! Yes, yes! Do it! Touch me… let me feel you on my bare flesh!"

Quickly the boy jumped ahead, flicking his hand up and inserting it down the waistband of her panties. His voice cried out its delight as his fingers tangled blissfully in the curly strands of her pubic thatch.

The shocking contact was too much for Jenny's love-denied body, and she began wildly writhing her hips with almost violent shudders. Her eyes were clamped shut, and a low, lascivious moan emerged, heralding like a death rattle her expired doubts. She now surrendered totally to her wanton seduction of this handsome youth.

"Oh John… I want to feel your naked body over me! Hurry! Get undressed… hurry, PLEASE!"

Suddenly they were both up. Jenny tore the clothing from her body and returned to the couch. She dropped onto her back and spread, her legs wide, her mouth watering at the sight of the hard, young body unveiling before her. John struggled to remove each article of clothing, his eyes locked on the glinting trickle of moisture that flowed from her willing open cunt.

Finally he rid himself of the last article of clothing and jumped between her open thighs. His body was a quivering mass of unconnected parts, his heated lust total master over his numbed brain.

He pounded his flaming cock into the palpitating opening of her pussy, pressing his hips in unconcerned frenzy, all thoughts of gentleness lost in the blinding desire to enter this darkly forbidden passage.

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!"

Jenny screamed out from the very depths of her soul as he plowed mercilessly into her tender cunt. The joy welled in her heaving chest as she felt his fifteen-year-old cock speeding crazily into her pussy. "Ooooohhhhhhhh yyeeeeeeees! Take it… fill me… fuck me… fuuuuucccckkk mmmmeeeeee!"

John moaned, his plowing prick reaming forward until he finally hit bottom, crashing against the tender head of her cervix with frightening force.

"God! Gggggoddddd! I'm in… actually in! I don't believe I'm actually doing it… ooooooohhhhhhh gggggggoddddddd!"

He quickly began withdrawing his huge cock, slipping it easily from her boiling pussy, and then instantly thrusting it back in again, driving it clear into her dripping cuntal channel. Again he did it, trembling with the heavenly bliss of her milking cunt as his pace increased.

Jenny squirmed helplessly beneath him, her voice droning in a mewing groan, her cunt caressing every fold and bump of his lovely cock as it pounded into her like a fleshy battering-ram. She rolled her hips frantically, smothering his grinding cock in the soft folds of her long-frustrated snatch.

"Oh Jenny, I love you!" he cried, his lips surrounding her face and neck with hot kisses. "You're letting me do it… I've wanted to for… for… Oh God, I love you… love you so much!"

"Yes… YES! Do it… I want you… make me come! Fuck me till I come…fuck me!"

Jenny could feel her nerve endings tingling with the consuming ecstasy of his wildly driving fuck-pole. She felt mystically one with his raging cock, clinging to it, absorbing it into the burning walls of her violently sucking pussy. Her hands dug into the firm muscles of his back, squeezing him for every ounce of possible pleasure she could drain.

His body churned, sweat rolling in huge drops from his fevered brow as he strained against her thrashing loins, pushing his wide, impaling organ deeper and harder into the burning glove of her tormented pussy. His long hard strokes slipped like a knife through butter into her slippery passage.

And now Jenny cried out, her pitch rising with the intensity of her approaching orgasm.

"Ooooohhhh John! John! It's almost… almost… oh God! Coming harder! Pound me… break me apart! Harder! Harder!"

"YES!" he echoed. "Come! Come, Jenny…coooomme!"

Jenny churned wildly as the mouth of her cunt flared desperately to engulf more of his rubbery cock into her secret depths. Shivering preludes of her corning climax drove her to batter feverishly against his straining crotch, her box opening completely to his onslaught. Her cunt screamed in wild sucking sounds as it contracted around his pistoning young prick, sucking the cum from his balls.

"Oh fuck! Come! Come with me! I'm coming!"

"I am… I am… oooooh! sweet jesus… I am! I'm cooooommmmmiiinnnnnng!"

He bucked frantically, his cock blasting its virgin load in white-hot jets of foaming cum. His voice gurgled in maddening joy as his balls emptied their contents into the battered depths of her hot, crazed pussy.

Jenny bucked too, her body vibrating in uncontrolled release. Her orgasm swept her up in its ecstatic grasp and hurled her like a stone.

And then it passed, leaving only the shivers of recognition. Jenny felt drained and blissfully exhausted but somehow exhilarated at the same time. She continued pushing the throbbing sheath of her ravished cunt over his undiminished cock, milking him until his balls were drained of every drop of cum. And still he was hard, stiff with the burning delight of her womanly cunt.

"Should I stop?" he asked naively. "Should I go now?"

"Noooo!" she sighed, her arms him even closer to her. She was alive! Alive with the newfound freedom of sexual expression! Alive with the glorious touch of a wanting, hungry man! "Noooooo! More… oh God, fuck me more! Mmmmoooorrrre!"

Marge could no longer contain herself. She rolled back onto the sofa, her laughter spilling freely, her hand holding onto Jenny's knee for support. "God, Jenny, when you decide to open up, you don't let anything stand in your way… I'll say that for you!"

"You should talk!" she squealed, heron face twisted in a girlish grin. "At least I didn't spend the weekend bowing to a whip!"

"It goes back to our childhood's, Jenny. You always insisted on Andy Hardy, and I couldn't get enough of Bluebeard!"

This brought on another round of gasping laughter as the girls joked and teased, buoyed by their newfound freedom. The weekend had left both of them glowing with a confidence brought on by the rediscovery of their own potent sexuality.

"Ooohh! Jenny, I'm proud of you," Marge said, her breath finally returning. "You did it! And I'll tell you… you've still got more guts than I do – you did it right here in the house!"