Norma Egan - Boy hungry wife

Another inch, and she had the trunks down over the taut curve of his ass, down below his rosy swollen nut sacs with their fine thatch of brown hairs. His hugely swollen prick, six inches of fat throbbing meat, weaved heavily before her lusty eyes. Ginger felt a hot rush of saliva to her mouth, and she blushed beet red.

There it was again, that wicked urge to kiss his cock, to lick and taste it. She'd read quite a bit, and she knew that whores did things like that, but she was sure Tom would be shocked and angry if she confessed her secret urge to use her mouth and tongue on his prick. Yet it happened every time she saw him naked.

"There, darling," she said shakily, "I think you can get them off now." She didn't trust herself to go on touching him like that. She felt the insane urge to bring her mouth right down on that swollen red cock-head, to take it deep in her mouth and taste his juices.

"Thank you," Tom said briskly.

He let the trunks slither down his leg and stepped out of them. He crawled onto the bed beside Ginger and eyed her tall curvy body lustily. "Honey," he said disapprovingly, "you haven't even started to undress."

"Sorry," Ginger sighed.

She'd wanted to prolong the delicious building of excitement, to have a long, long time with him, but Tom was in a hurry as usual. Ginger reached around and untied the top of liar bikini. As she flung the little bra away, her large firm breasts wobbled into their natural shape, solid and pointing. Her ripe round creamy-pale boobs were capped with dainty little light pink nipples.

"Dammit, you're beautiful," Tom said huskily.

He reached out and slipped his hands under his wife's heavy hot breasts, gently lifting and cupping. He loved fondling Ginger's fantastic knockers, but lately he was having the craziest urges. Fondling didn't seem to be enough any more. His mouth grew wet as he fought back the urge to suck her sweet pink nipples like a hungry baby.

"Ummmm, that feels nice," Ginger purred.

She lay back on the bed blushing with arousal while Tom molded and caressed her large sensitive breasts. It was practically their only form of foreplay, the only attention he showed her before fucking, and she loved it. He moved his thumbs back and forth over her soft little nipples, rubbing them into erection. Bolts of excitement ran through her body, from nipples to pussy, and she wished he'd go on and on touching her like that.

But not Tom. He always made love like he had a plane to catch. After fondling her big soft tits for just a moment, he took his hands away. "How about those panties?" he said eagerly.

Sighing, Ginger started casing down the skimpy panties of her bikini. What was Tom's hurry, anyhow? If only he'd spend more time touching her all over, she'd get really hot for him. But her modesty kept her from telling him, and she was sure he wouldn't want to hear it anyway. Tom liked to be boss in their marriage.

Tom was watching lustily as his wife slowly down her tiny yellow panties and the first copper-colored curls popped into view at the base of her belly. Her dainty little triangular muff was the same bright red as her head. As the pretty little fur patch came into view, Tom experienced another of the crazy urges he was getting lately. He wanted to bury his face in her fragrant red bush, kiss her there, maybe even we his tongue.

But, no, that was perverted. Plain old-fashioned fucking was good enough for him. He just wondered why in hell he was getting such nutty ideas lately. Ginger would probably have been horrified to know that he wanted to go down on her. She was so modest and uptight she might not even have heard of giving head.

Ginger supped her panties off over the pert firm rounds of her ass and kicked the little garment away. As she did so, Tom had a brief and tantalizing glimpse of her ripe red pussy with its dainty fringe of red curls. Again he kit a hot rush of saliva to his mouth, again he experienced the wild urge to press his face to her slit and lick her there. What the hell was wrong with him, anyhow?

Naked, husband and wife rolled into each other's arms, kissing and caressing, saying nothing about the wild and kinky urges they were having. Tom could practically taste her lush fragrant pussy, but he controlled himself. Ginger longed to dive for his crotch and take his big tasty cock into her mouth and suck on it like crazy, but she wouldn't have dreamed of confessing that urge to Tom.

"Oh, baby, do I want you," Tom moaned.

"Ummmm, and I want you," Ginger sighed.

He was caressing her hotly, and her small soft hands were running over his hard-muscled body, but they didn't touch each other's crotches. It was very polite and unexciting love-making. Finally Tom felt like his cock was going to burst with its load, and he rolled Ginger onto her back and gently separated her long lovely legs. He stared for a moment at her delicious-looking scarlet slit, then put pussy-eating out of his mind and crawled between her legs.

"Oh, Tom, ahhhh," Ginger murmured.

She always felt her hottest excitement just as his huge hard cock-head pressed against the wet mouth of her eager little cunt. He grunted and pushed, and she felt his great big sausage of a prick slowly entering her tight little pussy, stuffing it deliciously full. She couldn't suppress a squeal of excitement, and she creamed furiously, hotly, around his invading dick.

"Oh, darling, yes," she panted, "YES!"

Tom was moaning softly as he slowly penetrated her. She still had the tightest little box he'd ever fucked, and he'd had quite a few girls before Ginger. But she was the best in that respect, exquisitely mug, boiling hot, and very juicy. He spun out the delicious moment of putting his cock into her, feeling the velvety hot walls of her cunt slowly around his swollen meat.

"Oh, Christ," he panted, "so damned tight."

Ginger heard the hoarse excitement in his voice and realized that she'd better stop luxuriating and get to work if she wanted to come before he did. She drew his hands down to her pert little ass, and Tom knew what she wanted, slipping his hands under her butt and lifting her so that the hard stalk of his cock rubbed her sensitive little clit. Then he began to ball her hard and fast.

"Ooooooo," Ginger squealed, "OOOOOOO."

Tom had such a great cock, long and thick and hard, and she loved the way he used it, almost like a pile driver in its speed and force. She liked the way their bellies smacked loudly together with each hard thrust of his prick, the way his swolen nuts pounded her ass with each lunge. His erect cock rubbed deliciously back and forth over the hot eager button of her clit, giving her sharp bunts of pleasure.

The trouble was, it never lasted long enough to suit her. She could have gone on balling all night, but Tom rushed their fucking like he rushed their foreplay. He humped furiously over her, breaking into a lusty sweat, moaning, and Ginger could tell from his hoarse excited sounds that he was about to come.

"Just a little longer, darling," she groaned. It was the first time she'd ever asked him that.

"Can't," Tom gasped, "gonna come right NOW." Ginger felt the first fiery blast of jism from his cock, and she quickly tensed her cunt muscles around his straining meat, doubling the hot friction, and just managed to bring herself to orgasm, a dizzying explosion of pleasure that made her writhe and moan.

"Oooohhhhh, God, yes!" she wailed.

Not a moment too soon her spasms were still going on as Tom's limp wet prick slipped from her cunt. She could have wept with frustration. She still wanted him inside her cunt, wanting to go on fucking and have more and more orgasms, as her healthy young female body was equipped to do. Tom must have felt that if one came was enough for him, it was enough for her, too.

"Ahhhhh, that was nice," he sighed, rolling off her.