James Evers - Hungry wives

For Marge, this was just one blow too many. She collapsed onto the edge of the bed, an entire day's worth of tears spilling unchecked down her cheeks. Oh God, she thought. She's right. The little bitch is light!

She was hardly aware of the strong male arms that now encircled her. All she knew was they were offering comfort, and she accepted them gladly.

Even when his lips pressed against her, she returned the affections, grateful for the sympathy it carried. It was not until his tongue streaked out, searching tentatively the soft inner warmth of her mouth, and his hand came to rest on the full, round swell of her tit, that the sexual purpose of his gentle caresses became evident.

But she did not care. Whether it was the small flame of passion that still burned from having watched them, or the years of having no flame at all, or the horrible truth of Laura's remarks, or the desire for revenge, or all these things, Marge now found herself returning his gestures ardently, totally unaware of the two children's, quiet whispers.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Laura?" Larry asked.

"Yes! It's just what she needs. Don't you want to?"

"I've just never fucked anyone's mother before."

"Well, you will now. Let me help you get her undressed."

While Laura removed her mother's clothing, Larry's hands worked across Marge's soft, pulsing breasts. The sight and feel of her huge tits, their stiff nipples jutting out from fleshy areolas, brought his cock to instant, twitching erection.

His fingers began to work at her already rigid buds, bringing gasps of pleasure from Marge's throat as he gently rolled the turgid tips of her nipples. She seemed to be in a daze, her body rolling in long, fluid gyrations that matched his kneading pressure.

By now Laura had the woman naked, and Larry's eyes took in the perfection of her firm womanly flesh. All doubts about what he was doing fled at the sight of her rounded body squirming beneath him. The curly, blond vee of her cunt seemed to cry out in invitation as he watched the tiny trickle of juices leak from the pink folds of her pussy.

Gradually her fogged brain cleared, allowing the reality of what was happening to drift in, and as his tongue jabbed fiercely into her pulsing cunt, she moaned out her response.

"No… you shouldn't… you… can't… I… I mustn't! IIiiiieeeeeeeeee!"

And now she was thrusting up, trying to impale her hunger-ridden pussy on his feverishly licking tongue. She could feel his face pressing into her hot, running hole, as her muscles opened and closed around his firm, probing organ.

Larry accepted each heaving thrust with a hard surge of his cock-like tongue. Slowly he began moving up and circling the throbbing, pearly tip of her clit. The low groans dragged from her throat as he wagged his firm licker frantically back and forth over the tender pebble.

"Oooooohh Goooooddddd! God!" she cried. "I've never felt anything… Oh Christ! Lick me! Harder, hhaaaarrrdddeeeeeerrrrrrr!"

Her cunt blossomed open, and the hot juices streamed down the boy's face, masking him in her honeyed sweetness. His tongue increased its furious lashing, nipping her clit, then switching to dive into her pussy, climbing the depths of her dark channel.

Marge's ass bounced frantically on the bed, her thighs clamping tightly around the young man's head. Her cunt was a devouring animal, clawing hungrily at his pleasure-giving face, smothering him in her raw, naked passion.

"Oh God! It's… mmmmmm… I'm going to… to… to… I'm… I'm… cccoooooommmmmiiiinnnnggggg!"

And then she was whipping around, her body a frenzy of orgasmic reaction. Spasm after spasm convulsed her, and her screams vibrated the tiny room as her pussy gushed forth the torrential juices of her climax. Larry lapped furiously, swallowing the sweet passion brew in huge, sucking gulps.

On and on she heaved, pouring her cum into his thirsty mouth, until the last electrifying jolt of her orgasm had finally passed. Then, with one final soul-wrenching sigh, she released her grip on the boy's head, and collapsed in a satisfied heap, her mind drifting into unconsciousness.

It was an hour later when Marge awoke. At first her sleep-fogged brain struggled with the unfamiliar surroundings, but the sight of her daughter's naked body next to her quickly brought back the memory of all that had taken place.

For a long time she just stared at the ceiling, her eyes tracing idle patterns in the rough surface as she rehashed the events and discoveries of the day. She still felt the need to speak to someone. She turned to her side, propping her head in her hand, and addressed her daughter's back.

"Laura, you awake?"

"Yeah… I'm awake."

"Honey, I'm sorry."

Laura turned, a stunned look on her face. "What are you sorry about?"

"About Larry… I mean, what we did."

"Christ, Mom! Don't worry about that. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I was really rough on you. Well, you were just saying what you believed."

"Only partly. I was saying what I thought I had to get the job done."

"What are you talking about?"

Laura smiled at her mother sheepishly. "It's an old psychological trick. If you have a lot of defenses to go through you break the person down first, then build them back up. I was pretty sure I'd have to get you mad and hurt if I was ever going to get you to fuck Larry."

Marge bolted upright in the bed, her mouth hanging open. "You wanted me to fuck him!"

"Why?"

"You need to broaden your horizons, Mother… you need new meat. It's the only thing that will pull you and Dad back together."

"And how do you figure that?"

"It's simple! Number one, you're paranoid and desperate… that frightens men. An affair or two would give you strength and confidence. Number two, it gives you independence. If Dad can't come through, you can always go somewhere else."

Marge could not believe what was coming out of her daughter's mouth, but in spite of her shock, the ideas were beginning to make sense.

"And number three, men want their wives to be mothers, maids, chefs, friends, and mast of… WHORES! Wild women who can't get enough of hubby's huge cock."

"Laura," she sighed, "you amaze me!"

"That's all there is to it! You were a virgin when you married Dad, right?"

"Yes."

"And I can assume from your reaction to what Larry and I were doing, that you've done little besides lie there and take it, right?"

An uncontrollable blush spread over Marge's face. "No! I've… I've…" But she was incapable of lying in the face of her daughter's piercing stare. "Yes… you're right."

"Well, there it is. The only way you're going to hold onto Dad is to dazzle him in bed… leave him so limp he can't think of another woman. And the only way you can do that is to check around, and learn a few new tricks."

"But I couldn't… I…"

Laura could not suppress her evil laughter. "MOM! You already have!"

"What? Larry?" Laura nodded.

"Look, that doesn't count!"

"OH it counts, Mother! But if you insist on ignoring it, go ahead. But I'll tell you this, I'm going to be gone for a week, and Dad's going for four days. You've got the house to yourself, and if you're smart… you'll use it."

The wheels were spinning in Marge's head. Everything seemed to make sense, everything fit, the only thing that stood in the way was fear.

"No, Laura, I couldn't… not here… not right here in this house, and then face him."

"Then leave town… go somewhere else. Tell him you're taking a weekend too."

"I suppose I could go somewhere with Jenny." Laura's face lit up with excitement, her body bouncing up on the bed. "Now you're cooking! She could probably do with a dose of medicine herself."