James Evers - Hungry wives

"Jenny! We can't. It's… unnatural… it's… it's…" But she could not finish. Staring into her friend's pleading face, she was suddenly filled with the same hungry desire, the same craving need to be touched by another human being.

Grabbing her face, she bent down and kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears. Slowly she dropped to the floor. Jenny now clamped her body to Marge's, crushing their breasts together, her lips and tongue returning to the haven of her mouth.

They met sensuously in a gentle, undemanding kiss that crumbled the final vestiges of Marge's fearful resistance. Gradually she relaxed against her friend's body, her arms coming around to cradle Jenny's frame. Marge's tongue flew out to circle the moist circumference of her hot mouth, opening the doors of their fiery passion.

Jenny's hands raced across the blonde's beautifully curved body, caressing and fondling the firm flesh until she found the swaying, heaving globes of her tits. She cupped the mounds tenderly, rolling the delicate pink nipples into spiky attention.

Marge gasped at the electric touch of Jenny's hand. She was dazed by the unfamiliar feel of loving hands molding the full contours of her tits, and it drove her crazy. Finally she was there. No longer doubting, no longer accepting, but wanting, needing. She craved Jenny as fully as she could ever crave any man.

Surrendering to the full range of her passions, she now reached up and untied her blouse, throwing the intruding garment as far from her as she could. Jenny's hands clawed lovingly at the bare mounds, her fingers tearing at each tit nipple in lusting frenzy.

"Ooooooohhh! God, Jenny," she moaned. "God it's so good to be touched… to be wanted."

"Yes! You feel so good, so warm and loving and good… your tits are so soft and big… I want to touch them… and kiss them! Oh Marge, can I kiss them?"

"Yes, yes! Please, kiss them."

Quickly Jenny's mouth went down and surrounded the straining nipple of her left breast. She sucked with all her force, her cheeks collapsing with the strength of her suction. Marge almost screamed with joy as she felt the bulk of her fiery tit enter the hot, wet orifice.

"Shit! Suck it, suck my tit… milk me until I'm dry!"

Jenny continued her blissful manipulations, jumping from one tit to the other, showering each aching boob with the attentions of her maddening passion. Her mouth would alternate, first pressing her glistening tongue and rolling it across her swollen nipples, then sucking again, moving the quivering bud in and out of her mouth in a steady maddening rhythm.

Marge was groaning audibly, responding to the intensely erotic feeling that were being generated by every one of her friend's wanton caresses. She was consumed with the desire to touch Jenny's bare flesh, and tore at the zipper of her dress. The cloth parted before her, and she ran her hands frantically across the woman's bare, exposed back.

Slowly her hands worked around, delighting in the smooth texture of her friend's feminine feel. She could hear Jenny's breath catch in her throat as her hand brushed the small knob of her tit.

Jenny's tits were smaller than Marge's, but firm and proud nonetheless. Marge's hands came up and cupped the resilient mounds, marveling at their velvety texture. The pointy, outstretched nipples burned into her palms as she crushed the dangling balls of flesh in her loving bands.

"OH, Marge," she cried. "It's been so long since I've been held… touched… since I've felt… Let's undress, please! I want to feel you touching me all over."

Quicker than Marge thought possible, the young girl was up and had stripped off all her clothing, pausing for only an instant to stroke her own tingling flesh while she waited for Marge to catch up.

She could not help staring at Jenny's lovely, naked body. It was smaller in all respects than hers. Physically and emotionally she was the same, small and frail. She was slender, but not bony. The tight roundness of her muscles gave her a fleshy fullness, and her face was a baby-doll beacon of beauty that shone from beneath her rich auburn hair.

Marge was frozen in her gaze, dizzy with the lusting study of her friend's body, but Jenny's need proved greater than Marge's pace. Quickly she pulled the remaining garment from the blonde's outstretched legs, and tossing it aside, threw herself down on Marge's gleaming torso.

Marge jolted with the passion of this woman, more excited, more hungry than her husband had ever been. Jenny buried her thigh in the soft vee of Marge's cunt, her taut, knotted muscles grinding against the hot, soaking patch. Marge responded, driving her own thigh into her friend's clasping pussy, and thrilled as the hot juices trickled down her sweaty flesh.

Now their eager mouths were welded together in another deep, throat-tilling kiss while their hands flowed ceaselessly across their bodies. The glorious feel of flesh, and the burning friction of their grinding loins, fanned the flames of their desires into uncontrollable fires of sensuality.

The sweat-covered bodies slid against each other, emitting frequent claps of suction as their bellies pounded together in full, grinding thrusts. Their tits pressed together, the tiny nipples melting together into two tiny points of erotic bliss.

"Aaaaahhhh! Goddamn!" Marge was screaming now. Each of Jenny's thrusts was battering her aching clit. "God, Jenny… I can't believe it… I think I'm going to come! It's so fucking good! Your cunt… mouth…everything feels so fucking wonderful!"

The words only served to increase the frantic actions of her friend. "I want you to come. Please, Marge, come! I want to make you come like you've never come before… I want to fuck you so good that well never fuck our fucking husbands again."

Obediently Marge abandoned the actions of her own thigh, and spread her legs wide. Jenny moved up, digging the narrower part of her leg into Marge's screaming twat. Her cunt-lips parted, clutching voraciously at the leg, her clitoris crying out its grateful abuse. Her hand shot out, clawing feverishly at Jenny's bucking as. Her nails dug into the firm, cushiony mounds as her body trembled from the rhythmic grinding.

"Oh Jenny, I'm almost there. I can feel it coming, and I want you to come with me! I want your beautiful cunt to explode with mine."

Frantically her fingers dropped down to the crack of Jenny's ass. Carefully she moistened the tips in the soaking gash before curling her fingers around the shivering bud of her clitoris.

She began rubbing the tiny button, fingering it with all the respect and instinct that only another woman could possess. Her actions sent a jarring shock of pleasure racing through her friend's ramming body, and stirred her into even more frantic lunges with her hips.

Jenny was screaming in pure delight. "Yyyeeeeeess! Oh God yes, it's coming! I don't believe it, but it's coming! Push it harder… pull my clit till I blow!"

The two bodies bucked and heaved frantically on the soft carpet, each one struggling to bring the other off first. Marge plunged and pulled at the tiny button as Jenny banged her leg into the furry, blond patch of Marge's cunt.

On and on they churned, the loud groans of their mingled passions threatening to explode the walls of the house, their love-starved bodies thrashing in unbridled ecstasy.

And then it came.

Their bodies held still, frozen for one-billionth of a second in arched anticipation. Once upon them, they burst into uncontrolled convulsions of groaning, agonizing pleasure, seizing them both in its mindless ecstasy.

The juices spilled from their contracting cunts in rich, prolonged spasms that seemed to pull the very life from them. Having spent its fury, the climax then eased off, drifting away to leave the two twisted, huddled bodies weak and tired from their mind-blowing ride.