James Evers - Hungry wives

At this point Larry was unstoppable, a lunatic slave to his frenzied lusts. His face was crushed into her ass, the velvety texture of her mounds rubbing against his cheeks, his tongue spearing maniacally in and out of her burning bowels.

"More, Larry, more," Laura groaned, her body still hungering for further delights. "I need more. Give me your cock… your beautiful cock… I want your cock up my ass!"

The young man finally lifted his face from its blissful chore, and grabbing the massive bulk of his cock, moved up and forward on his knees.

"God I love your body," he groaned, his breath gasping fitfully from his trembling body. "I could eat you, or fuck you forever."

"Yes, yes, do it! Fuck me now, and don't ever stop!"

He placed the bulbous head of his blood engorged prick against the tight muscle of her anus, rubbing it firmly around the tiny, puckering hole. Carefully he inserted his forefinger into her cunt, coating it with hot lubricant, then returning it to her quivering asshole.

He then lowered his hard prick, and pushed his dripping finger into her bowels. He turned the digit, rotating it, smearing the tender inner walls of her rectum with the rich, thick lather of her cunt.

"Uuuuuuuuggghhhh! Yes God, yes! That feels wonderful! So fucking wonderful!"

"I'm glad," he moaned, pushing his finger in all the way. "I'm glad it feels so good… but not as good as my cock will feel… nowhere near as good…"

"Yes, your cock! Show me how your cock feels!"

Larry pulled his finger from her asshole in one motion, and quickly thrust his prick between her cheeks. He taunted her for a moment, pressing lightly, churning his hips, waiting for her hungry muscle to beg. And then suddenly in one violent motion he shoved his cock all the way up her tight asshole.

"Aaaaaaaaaagggggghhh!"

Marge could not believe it. The breath gasped into her chest, and her stomach contracted in sympathy. For a second she was frightened for Laura. Scared that this young muscular boy was killing her daughter with his cock. But the feeling passed when she saw her child's body begin writhing in ecstasy, her voice screaming out her bliss.

"Oooohhh fuck yyyeeeeesss! Harder, harder! Tear me apart with your huge prick… rip me open!"

On and on they churned, Laura driving her hips back and forth to meet his every thrust, swallowing the length of his throbbing cock. Her fingers clutched desperately at the corners of her bed, giving her the leverage to slam her ass against his wiry crotch.

He reached down and began rubbing his finger furiously across her glistening, pink clit, and the tiny erect bud bounced like a punching bag as his finger sent wave after wave of electric pleasure skipping through her heaving body.

"Oh fuck yes!" she screamed. "Rub it! Rub my clit till I cum! Rub my clit and pound your huge cock into my ass harder, HARDER!"

Marge had never seen such raw, blatant sex. Nor had she ever heard it cried so loudly and freely from the mouths of the lovers. Her own body shook as she felt each thrust, each hard jab as though it were her own body on the bed. Her head pounded in impassioned lust, and she desperately fought the urge to tear at her own seething pussy. As she watched the two bodies, lost in the blinding rage of their sex, her eyes jumped from her daughter's flushed face, grimacing in painful delight, to the hard, beautifully muscled body of the young man. Her gaze locked on his rippling, corded frame as he drove his massive cock in and out of the girl's twitching anus. The sight drew from Marge a chorus of moans, loud enough to be heard were it not for Laura's growling voice.

"Oh God, it's comin oooohhh Larry, fuck me hard! As hard as you can! Split my ass, and pull my clit till it comes off! I'm almost there… God… GOD… GOD!"

The two lovers were going crazy, their moans and groans became almost indistinguishable from the short, clipped, lusting phrases that spat from their rasping throats.

Their firm battering thrusts disintegrated into chaotic jabs of frantic movement. Laura's young body twisted and jerked, her ample tits slapping together loudly as Larry poured every ounce of his adolescent strength into his hips. His ass muscles knotted fiercely as he stabbed his raging cock deep into the burning chamber of her bowels, his finger drumming incessantly on her screaming clit.

"Oh God,Larry! Llaaaaarrrryyyyyyyyy!"

"Yes, yes, now… nnooooowww!"

"Aaaaaaaannnggggghhhhhhaaaaaaaaa!"

The next few minutes were a violent gale of screams and lashing bodies. The orgasms bunt upon them, accompanied by the loud applause of flesh clapping against flesh. Larry's convulsing body crashed down on Laura's back as his cock blasted the sewing load of his cum into her in gush after ripping gush.

For a few seconds she held him up, her own body heaving and flailing as the forces of her climax blew through her cunt, and poured in flooding steams down the soft, white flesh of her inner thighs. Finally she crumbled and fell to the bouncing bed, his helpless body a giant, stony weight above her, and the two lovers lay there, twitching the final spasms of their ecstasy.

Marge stumbled from the open doorway, and propped her perspiring body against the wall. With her heart pounding in her chest, and the echoes of their voices still ringing in her brain, she almost failed to recognize the deep-throated call of her daughter's voice.

"If you're through watching, Mother, why don't you come in?"

Oh Christ! They'd seen her. She was trapped. Marge froze in the horror of discovery. She had no idea what to say or do, and the combined forces of her sudden shock and lingering passion rendered her helpless. Trusting to fate, she burst into the room, and waited for some instinct to guide her.

The young people lay side by side on the small bed, their bodies boldly exposed to her confused gaze. Their young faces, still flushed with the excitement of their heated encounter, stared at her, wondering what her first move would be.

Deciding that a good offense was the best defense, Marge plunged in, putting every bit of anger and motherly indignation in her voice that she possibly could.

"Laura Sommers! What do you think you are doing?"

"Fucking," she giggled. "Why? What did it look like I was doing?"

"You know what it looked like, young lady! Oh God, Laura, why… why?"

"Because I like it! It feels good! It feels great!" She paused a second to let an evil grin curl the corners of her lips. "I'll bet it looked good too. How did it look Mom? Did you get excited? Was it fun to watch?"

"No! I mean… I just… I didn't want to barge in, I… I… Look, don't change the subject. I'm telling you right now, Laura, you're never going to do this again, ever! Not until you're married!"

"Wrong!" she snapped. "I don't intend to get married for a long time, and I intend to have a lot of sex, with a lot of different people… in a lot of ways… every way I can get it! I don't intend to end up a frustrated, horny wife like you. Staring at some couple in a bedroom and fingering my own cunt."

The words cut through Marge's gut like a knife. Her hands trembled as the cruel half-truths of her daughter's defiant speech burned into her brain. Unconsciously, motivated only by the consuming desire to lash out at her attacker, she crossed the snail space of floor, and slapped Laura viciously across the face.

But rather than silencing the girl, the cruel blow seemed to open the flood gates as her words flowed out in one long, bitter stream of accusations.

"Go ahead, hit me. It won't change the fact that you're a prude. A dried up, withering PRUDE! Just because you're scared of any sex that's not strictly missionary, don't get on my back. I love to fuck! Maybe if you loved it more Daddy wouldn't have to go running out of town, and chase every piece of exciting ass. Shit, with your attitude I don't blame him for not fucking you!"