Rex Taylor: Overeager wife

David was on the floor beside her, pulling his shirt over his head. Clothed, he had a skinny look to him, but she could see now that his body was strong and wiry. He was no music man but he was handsome, and Maggie sat up, still rubbing her cunt, waiting with bated breath as he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers.

They dropped to the floor easily and she was astonished to see that he wore no underwear at all. Trousers fallen, his ready, hard cock was sticking out for her inspection, for her touch if she so chose.

She chose. Her hand shot out and she wrapped it round David's cock. So warm, so thick, so hard, she thought. Not as fat as Ted's it was longer, and right now it gleamed like a purple lance, the scrotum beneath small but obviously full of balls.

Maggie leaned forward and kissed the big knobby tip of David's cock. Her lips parted slightly and she sucked the point into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it in the way Ted had always liked. David moved closer, and she made the O of her lips bigger to allow him a deeper penetration. Her hand held his cock at the base, thumb and finger molding a shape of there own, the other fingers dangling to stroke lightly at his sac of balls. Maggie's right hand was busy in her own crotch at that moment, fingers teasing and pinching her clit, and she knew that this was going to be one of those nights, when her body hungered for satisfaction upon satisfaction. Frantically she stabbed fingers into her still-tender cuntmouth, her mind full of the beautiful memory of David's invading hand, and then she released his cock from her lips.

Maggie lay back on the bed, still fingering herself, her knees up and apart. Her eyes focused upon David and she raised a hand toward him. "Now," she whispered. "I want it now!"

He flopped onto the bed between her spread legs. The time for warming-up was long past. His cock ached with a hunger that matched Maggie's cunt, throb for throb, and he crawled into the gap she had made for him, fingers guiding his prick straight toward her waiting pussy.

Maggie laughed as he knocked her masturbating hand aside, and she screamed as she felt him fill her cunt on his first thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she began to pull herself up and down, fucking herself on his long, powerful prick.

He matched her, thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke, and she felt the bumping of his cockhead in the very depths, of her cunt. Only in very special positions could Ted ram his cock against her womb, for she seemed to have a slightly elongated cuntal passage, but their fucking had always been so good she had never regretted the rarity of that indescribable feeling.

Now Maggie was getting it on every penetrating jab and she wasn't prepared for it. Each time his cock thrust fully home, pushing as if it meant to ram all the way into her womb, she screamed, tightening her legs upon his body and pulling herself up to intensify the fullness of his entrance.

Her eyes were rolling in their sockets, her hair streamed and flowed around her head, and her fingers dug into David's neck and shoulders.

"Oh, Christ!" she moaned. "Yes, yes! Give it to meeee!" Her ass broke into delightfully rhythmic twists and wiggles of its own and she knew that within moments her body would dissolve under the irresistible onslaught of multiple orgasms. She hoped he was as worked up as she was, hoped that they would come together. From the tight, tense look on his face she knew that he was, that he was fighting his natural passions in an effort to hold back his jism until she was fully over the top.

Maggie chewed her lips, mumbled and wailed every obscenity she could think of, and she worked demonically to give her body the total release that it craved.

"Oh, fuck me, David, fuck me! I love you! Fuck me! Fill me with your cock! I love you! Oh! You son of a bitch, I've got to have it all!"

"Take it, Maggie," he groaned in reply, "take it all! I'm going to give it to you – right NOW!!!"

The bedsprings sighed mightily beneath them, a sigh that mingled with the mutual moans of David and Maggie. She gave in to the lust that racked her body and her entire crotch burst into flame. David sensed the massive orgasm that was coming up her cunt toward him and he fucked her hard, four, five, six times, his balls so tight, so tender they were about to burst within their sac, and burst they did.

The tip of his cock split open and poured a river of hot cum into Maggie's flaming cunt. Again and again he thrust and stabbed, each time dumping a fresh load of his jism up her sucking cunt, and he collapsed upon her, their mouths meeting, their hands stroking and petting one another's sweat glazed bodies. It was better than good for both of them.

"Since the ice has definitely been broken, why don't the two of you scoot over and make room for us?"

Maggie's head spun in the direction of the voice and she gasped at the sight of Belinda and Ted standing in the doorway. Both of them were naked and the other woman was holding Ted's cock as determinedly as if she'd just bought it at a rummage sale.

They bounced across the floor, Belinda's lovely, full tits swaying gracefully, and they piled onto the bed beside David and Maggie. Sitting up hastily, her knees drawn up to shield her body, Maggie watched them.

Ted's prick was rock hard, and Belinda guided him onto his back, his cock thrusting up like a flagpole. With a blown kiss to her husband, the blonde woman hoisted her loins above Ted's, her hand snatching hold of his dick to steady it for her descent.

Close enough to touch the other couple, Maggie realized for the first time that Belinda's cunt was entirely hairless, the deep pink of her gash blatantly exposed. Maggie's eyes stared at that cuntal crevice, watching as Belinda eased it down upon Ted's waiting cock.

"Ohhh," Belinda whispered as the cockhead slid between her glistening cuntlips, the fat bulk of Ted's prick spreading her deliciously. She thrust herself down upon it, taking it all the way home in one smooth action, and her hands came down to grasp Ted's hipbones. She swayed from side to side, her big tits wobbling, and Ted's fingers shot up to capture her pink nipples. Belinda leaned forward so that he could cup the ends of her tits, and she began to fuck him, riding above his body, ass lifting and falling on his impaling cock.

Ted manipulated her nipples as though he were a farmer and she a cow. His fingers pulled her nipples, dug into the soft breast tissue, squeezed and molded the pliable mounds. Belinda's head was thrown back, her long hair falling and swishing, and purring sounds bubbled from her lips.

She was beautiful, Maggie thought. No wonder Ted had been so anxious to fuck her. Strike that. He'd already been into her. At least two weeks ago, or so David had confided. Had they been planning for tonight all that time? Part of Maggie felt resentful, as though she'd been manipulated into doing something against her wishes, but the rest of her, still shivering from the come she and David had shared, didn't really care.

And could she blame her husband? Belinda and David were a beautiful couple, obviously quite persuasive. She assumed Belinda had made the overtures at work. Somehow she couldn't see her husband sidling up to the socially prominent volunteer welfare worker and drawling, "Hey, babe, you wanna fuck?"

But once it had started, she could understand why Ted had gotten so involved in the idea of free access to Belinda. The woman was incredibly lovely, with that wholesome, Miss America face and blonde good looks that seemed ignorant of what voluptuous curves and contours lurked below her neck. And her body – Maggie had always envied girls built like Belinda. She'd been on the tall side all her life, very slim with small tits that, even the stimulus of the Pill hadn't rescued from B-cups. Oh, Maggie had everything she needed, true enough, but sometimes, when she saw Ted's eyes wavering to take in some other woman's shapely figure, she had yearned wistfully for the visit of a fairy godmother who could wave a wand ad turn Maggie into Raquel Welch's twin sister.