Norma Egan - Boy hungry wife

"Ummmm," Stacy murmured, "Yummmmmy!"

She had his meat lying on her hot wet tongue, his furry balls rubbing her chin. She started to suck his cock like she was starving for it. Fast and hard and greedy. Her mouth felt wonderfully wet and hot around his prick, and her powerful sucking was wickedly exciting.

"Oh, Christ," Tom groaned, "that's great!"

Stacy's reply was to suck even faster and harder on his soft small cock. She'd obviously had some experience giving blow jobs. Tom tried – and failed – to resist the dizzy lust he felt as she gobbled his meat. Moaning, he felt his cock going hard and ready in her mouth.

"Ummmmmm!" Stacy moaned.

He didn't know how she kept the whole thing in her mouth, but she did. From the feel of something slick and firm closing around his swollen wet-head, he figured she must have taken his meat right into her throat. He panted with pleasure, while Stacy gurgled hungrily and swallowed his bubbling cock-juice. He was very close to coming wondering what to do about it, when she suddenly raised her head and let his erect swollen dick pop from her mouth.

"There," she said, "now we have a nice hard-on. Let's use it. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste."

She hopped right up over him, straddling his belly, and brought her soaked hot cunt mouth down on the knobby purple head of his stiff-standing cock. Tom opened his mouth to say no, tiled to summon the will to roll out from wider her, but it killed him to make the effort. He wanted to fuck her so damned bad.

Again Stacy read his thought. "It's all right, darling," she grinned. "You can say it was rape."

It damned near was. He wasn't trying to put his cock in her, but she suddenly slammed her hot soaked pussy down on his rock-hard dick, getting his swollen meat halfway into her clinging steamy box. She gasped with pleasure, then slammed again, bringing the big hard head of his dick right to her womb. She looked down at him with hot hungry eyes.

"Oh. Tom," she said hoarsely, "your cock feels heavenly inside me. Please, darling, let's fuck, please."

Tom gave up the tight. Her snug hot juicy box felt so good, and he was already in her anyhow. He just couldn't resist. He started to work his meat in her flaming-hot clinging cunt, jerking swiftly up and down. Stacy let out a squeal of delight and creamed all around his poking dick. Her cunt gripped him possessively.

"Ohhhhhh, yes!" she wailed. "Yes, fuck me, ball me, don't stop! Make me come again and again! Tom, I've been months without a man. This is beautiful!"

Tom was surprised at how long he could hold out. He never even tried with Ginger, but it was so rewarding to watch Stacy that he kept fucking her as long as he could. She sqialed, creamed, howled, clawed, and kept telling him how much she loved his fucking – all those wild and wanton things he secretly wished his wife would do.

"Oh, God, Tom," Stacy wailed, "I love it, I love it!"

But there came a time when her gripping red-hot box excited him so much that he just couldn't hold out any longer. Stacy must have come half a dozen times by then, anyhow, so he didn't feel too guilty as he yelped and shot his load against the slick hot mouth of her womb.

"Yes, yes, darling," she panted, "come in me. Oh, Tom, I'm coming again, too. Ohhhhhhh!"

She wasn't kidding. Her flew little twat gripped his squirting meat like a velvet vise. They writhed and moaned together for long delicious moments before his prick finally went limp inside her. Tom sighed and started to lift her off him, but Stacy grinned, and held his arms back.

"Darling," she said, "just relax for a moment and you'll get hard again, I promise. We're just getting started."

Tom laughed helplessly. He knew he should be getting home, but what the hell? If she could make him hard again, he would stick around a while longer. Maybe Ginger wouldn't notice how long he was staying away.

Ginger didn't seem to notice how long Tom had been gone. When he finally walked in the house, she was busy in the kitchen, a funny smile on her face, humming to herself. If Tom hadn't been so full of his own thoughts, he might have noticed she was acting strangely.

Ginger didn't notice Tom's odd expression, either. All that evening they were wrapped up in their own musings, torn between guilt and excitement. Both wore thinking that the illicit affair must stop, that adultery is wrong, yet neither could bear the idea. When they got into bed that night, they carefully kept to their own sides. Not that they didn't love each other. They were simply afraid of giving away their guilty thoughts.

By the next morning lust had won for both of them. They had to see their lovers one more time.

Tom knew where Stacy worked, and he called her from his office, arranging for them to get together that evening at her place. He'd think of some excuse to tell Ginger. Meanwhile, late that afternoon, Ginger was standing in her front yard, pretending to rake the lawn, but actually watching the kids come home from school. Her heart started to pound when she saw Sonny coming down the street. He was pretty excited. He walked up to her and looked her intently in the eye.

"Hi, Mrs. Davis," he said loudly, in case any neighbors were listening, "you need any more help with this yard?"

Ginger's voice trembled a little as she replied, "Yes, Sonny, I do. Could you come over after dinner?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Sonny said happily.

Ginger went in the house feeling like a guilty sex fiend. She just couldn't keep her hands off that sexy teenager. But she also felt hot excitement at the thought of fucking Sonny again. Just one more time, she told herself, then she'd quit. The only problem was how to get Tom out of the house so she and Sonny could make love. As it turned out, Tom solved that problem for her.

"Honey," he said right after dinner, "I've gotta go back to the office for a couple hours. A lot of stuff piled up over the weekend."

"Oh, all right, dear," Ginger said, flying to sound disappointed. "Don't work too hard."

Tom was hardly out of the house before Sonny rang the doorbell. Ginger hurried to let him in. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Boy, what luck," he said. "I just saw your husband leave."

"Yes, he'll be gone a few hours," Ginger said.

Then they stared at each other and blushed. Sonny still couldn't believe that this gorgeous red-haired older woman was his mistress. Ginger couldn't believe that a mere adolescent could turn her on so much. Finally Sonny gathered his courage, waked up to her, and kissed her. Ginger responded stiffly at first, then with increasing warmth, working her tongue wickedly over his.

"Oh, wow," Sonny sighed. "I've had a hard-on all day, just thinking about you."

"I've been pretty anxious myself," Ginger chuckled. "Come on, Sonny, we've got a real treat tonight. We can actually make love in a real bed."

She knew she should be more modest and ladylike, but she just couldn't wait to be with him. She grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom. They undressed quickly and clumsily and then climbed onto the bed, Sonny hungrily ogling Ginger's big full bouncing breasts.

Sonny was on her in a minute, kissing her wetly, fondling her big soft tits, while Ginger panted in her eagerness and ran her hands over his smooth hard young body. She started with his shoulders and worked downward, slowly and deliciously, feeling his rippling muscles and warm silky skin. Then she finally touched his cock and got a surprise.

"Why, Sonny," she said, "you don't have a hard-on now."

Sonny blushed right down to his toes. "I guess I'm just nervous," he said.

Ginger considered the situation, and then said shyly, "Maybe I can do something about it, Sonny. If you don't mind, I'd really like to do what I did yesterday. I-I'd like to suck your cock."