James Evers - Hungry wives

Through the fogged window she could now see Jenny spread-eagled in the back seat. Her lips were welded to Tom's, and her hands wore clawing at his bare ass while he kneeled on the floor before her. Marge stared open-mouthed, her eyes two huge saucers of white as she watched her first glimpse of naked cock diving in and out of her best friend's hungry, virgin pussy.

Repining her senses, she dropped to her haunches, and clung to the side of the car. She was afraid to move for fear of being detected by the two lovers, and kneeled motionless, a prisoner to their moans and groans.

"Harder Tom, harder! I want you in me till I can't take you any more!"

"Oh God, Jenny, you feel so good. You're cunt is so warm and wet and beautiful! Oh God, God, God!!"

As Marge sat listening she was amazed to notice a change in her feelings. What had started out as shock and embarrassed eavesdropping, was now turning into sympathetic reaction. She could feel her cunt beginning to soak up as the sounds drifted out to embrace her in their passionate delight.

"Tom, Tom! Oh darling… it's… it's… oh, I've never felt anything like… aaaaaahhhh!"

"I'm coming! Oh God, Jenny! I'm in your beautiful pussy, and I'm ccoooommiiiiinngg!"

Nothing could stop Marge now. She had to get back to Roger. Her belly was aching with the seeds of her lust, and she was ready to pour her passion out in one giant, desperate flood. Assured of Tom and Jenny's preoccupation with each other, she ran crouching from her position, and hurried to the nearby blanket.

Roger was waiting impatiently, tossing an empty beer bottle. "Well damn! It's about ti…"

He never got to finish. She was on him in a second, crushing her mouth onto his. She threw her arms around his neck, and let her body fall hard against him, burying him under the pressure of her heated embrace.

At first he was caught by surprise, and struggled briefly with the unfamiliarity of such raw, open need. But he was quick to surrender to the pleas of her swirling tongue, and the hard grinding of her hot little pussy against the growing bulge in his crotch.

And now he was all over her. Sensing that all the stops had been pulled, he eagerly unzipped her dress, aid unhooked her bra. Then his hands raced around, and for the first time cupped the full, large globes of her naked tits. His fingers trembled as they closed down upon her nipples, already tense and fully erect.

"Oh shit!" he moaned, his hands stroking her tits gently. "I don't believe I'm actually touching your bare tits. I can feel your beautiful nipples."

"Yes, oh God, it's so good. Your hands are so hot, and good… More, stroke them more, more!"

The heat of her plaint body, and the passion of her words urged him on, further igniting the rushing desires within him. He slipped the dress down over her shoulders, and stared speechless at the lovely milk white of her breasts as they glowed in the clear moonlight, the dark patches of her taut, pink nipples crying out to his lusting eyes.

He lowered his head and fastened his mouth on one of her tiny, pebble-like nipples. His tongue ran over the soft flesh, his teeth nipping the tiny buds into even greater stiffness. Marge grabbed his head and pressed it firmly against her tits, moaning softly as he sucked on one, and then the other.

She was now lost in her seething passion. Her body writhe frantically, her breath coming in uneven gasps. Any hope of their stopping was shattered by the violent thrust of her overwhelming desire. Roger was no more than a helpless mass of primal urges, stacking fiercely at the sweet mounds of her tits.

And now she was reaching down, her fingers fumbling at his straining fly. Disbelief swept over Roger as he felt the zipper go steadily lower, and a determined hand enter the confines of his shorts. A guttural moan escaped him as he felt her hand close on his swollen prick, her touch triggering waves of erotic bliss that bolted through his entire body.

He reached down and helped, lowering his pants until his swelling cock stood naked in her sweating hand. She gently squeezed it, testing the hot, hard surface with her fingers. Instinctively, she began a slow milking rhythm, her hand moving up and down the twitching shaft of his huge cock.

"Oh damnit!" he growled. "It's so good. You're touch so good. Stroke it… harder… pull my meat!"

"Yes, anything!" she cried. "It's so huge, so big and hard. I want to pump it… pull it feel it in me!"

The frankness of their words, combined with the overpowering wonder of their actions, had blocked all sanity from their minds. Roger stared lovingly at Marge's beautiful face, contorted in its lust, and thrust his cock hungrily in and out of her clutching hand, until he could stand it no longer.

Consumed in his sexual need, he tore at her dress, lifting the wrinkled garment quickly over her head, and returning his eyes to the bright gleam of her blond pubic triangle as it stared at him from beneath her juice-soaked panties.

Feverishly he worked her panties down over her hips. She moaned loudly as the cool night air blew across her openly exposed crotch. Without hesitation he moved his middle finger toward the wetness of her pulsing snatch and carefully stroked the velvety gash of her quivering cunt-lips.

His finger slid between the secret folds, burning her with its sinful touch. Her body twisted and heaved as she thrust her hips, greedily trying to swallow the finger with her cunt.

Gently he pushed the finger into the tight, running channel of her sensitive pussy. He tenderly stretched her virgin hole, widening it for the entry of his steely cock. Her hips churned, welcoming preparations, and her hand squeezed tighter on the bulging shaft of his oozing prick.

"Oh darling," she sobbed. "Now! Put it in me now! Please, I want to feel your beautiful cock in my cunt now! Please!"

Roger was more than ready. He tore his engorged cock from her grasp, and rolling on top of her, he spread her trembling thighs and placed the head of his prick at the opening of her virgin cunt.

The contact of his bulbous cock-head against her moist, pink clit electrified Marge. Her entire body exploded in a mingling of nervousness and overwhelming desire.

Roger's own body burned in fiery desire as he fought the urge to ram his bursting prick far up into her hungrily throbbing cunt.

Slowly he pressed the head against the moist mouth of her pussy. Her groans stopped momentarily as she held her breath, biting her lip in anticipation of the pain to come. For one brief moment he hesitated, fearful of the agony he would inflict, but quickly dismissed it and lunged forward, burying the swollen head of his cock into her unyielding cunt.

Her voice squeaked out in tiny screams as he forced his cock upward, further and further into her resisting hole. Sobs racked her body from the harsh pain, but she refused to stop him.

Slowly, inch by inch, he pressed forward, imbed ding his rock-hard prick in her tender cunt. She felt her inner muscles contract, enveloping his rod in their searing hold. The maddening bliss of her soft, inner flesh drove him on mercifully, until in one final surge he was all the way in.

Roger was insane with the pleasure. He could feel the soft curls of her blond muff grazing the base of his cock, and his squirming balls falling firmly into the tight crack of her taut, young ass.

"Oh Marge, I love you? Your cunt is so beautiful and I love you. I don't ever want to leave your warm cunt. Does it hurt? Does it feel good for you?"

"Oh God yes. Fuck me. Pull it in and out! Let me have your cock! Please!"

Slowly he withdrew the long prick and again surged forward. This time it disappeared more readily in her dark moistness. Roger could feel her cunt walls relaxing around his thrusting tool. Her body trembling as the sharp pains yielded to the increasing jolts of heavenly bliss.