J Watson - Eager beaver housewife

He fucked his finger even deeper into her asshole. He started fucking his finger into her ass with the same tempo of his fucking cock. "You like that, baby?" he asked her. "You like that?"

"Oh yes," she whispered. "I like that. I like your cock. Keep giving it to me like that!"

He seemed determined to fuck his prick all the way into her cunt. His big balls slapped her again and again. She shook her head from side to side. He kissed her mouth and he started thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She sucked gently on his tongue. He started ramming his tongue even deeper into her mouth and he started ramming his cock even harder into her.

She hated herself for wanting to come, but she knew she was going to have to. She was hot inside. She couldn't control her desires, no matter how badly she had been used.

"I'm going to fucking come," she moaned. "I'm going to fucking came and it feels good coming. Oh shit, it I'm fucking coming it feels good. It feels so fucking good. Oh, shit!" She screamed again as the wild jolts of pleasure went through her body. She found herself twisting all over, the bed. She couldn't seem to get his prick deep enough in her pussy.

"That's it, baby," he groaned. "Shake your fucking ass. Shake your ass. That's fucking it!"

He didn't stop ramming his prick into her. He seemed to be trying to push his cock all the way through her body. His fat cockhead was filling her completely.

"I'm going to come," he groaned. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to fill your pussy. I'm going to fill your cunt! I'm going to fill your fucking cunt. Oh, fuuuuck!"

He fucked into her deeply and his prick exploded in a flood of cum that filled her pussy. She started moving her ass again as she drained his cock.

"That's it, baby," she moaned. "Fill my cunt. Fill me up. I love your cum!"

His prick kept spurting jism into her cunt. He fucked his prick in and out, of her cunt and his cockhead spurted again and again until her cunt was filled with jism. She kept moving her ass until she was sure she had drained his balls dry.

Finally, the accountant gave a soft sigh and she knew he was finished. He slowly pulled his prick out of her and he moved away. He started putting his clothes back on.

She knew that she couldn't allow this to happen again. She had enjoyed fucking but she couldn't keep allowing herself to be used. She had to do something before she was nothing but a cunt.

Janet didn't know where she was going or what she was going to do when she got there. All she knew was that she had to tear herself away from the humiliation of Stuart. She also knew that she couldn't face Bob with the truth. She might be able to face him after a while, but it would take some time.

She had packed her bags after Stuart had left. She had dressed in a wrap-around skirt and a full blouse. She had taken a taxi to the bus station and had bought a ticket to the next town. There, she had bought another ticket. She had traveled most of the day on the bus.

It was getting dark when the bus stopped at a rest station and she saw the two young marines get on. The bus was empty except for them, and she wasn't surprised when they sat near her. She was surprised at the sudden rush of passion that went through her body. She hated herself for it. She was sure that she was turning into some kind of wicked nymphomaniac.

"Would you like a drink, lady?" one young man asked boldly.

She couldn't help smiling at him. She could tell that both of them were scared to death to be talking to a lady on a bus. She shook her head. It wouldn't be a good idea to start drinking.

"Where you from?" the same young man asked.

"I'm from around here," she said.

"We're not," he said. "We're moving onto our next duty station. We just got out of boot camp."

"Yeah," the other young man said. "Sixteen weeks of nothing but ugly men."

"It must have been very hard," she said.

The two young men sort of blushed and she hated the choice of her words. She was sure that they were both hard and ready. Another flush of desire went through her. She was going to have to control herself.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?" the same young man asked.

"Maybe I will," she said.

She suddenly wanted to show them that she was one of the crowd. She drank the whiskey from the bottle in the paper bag, and, she gagged. It burned all the way down.

"I'm Barry, and this is Joe," the young man said.

"Janet," she said.

"I hope you don't mind my saying this," Barry said. "But you are the best-looking woman that I've ever seen!"

"Thank you," she said.

A hot flush went through her body as she looked at the two good-looking young men. They were obviously coming on to her, even though she wasn't sure what could be done on a bus.

She was sitting near the window, and Barry moved over to sit beside her. Barry handed her the bottle again. She knew she shouldn't, but she sipped at the bottle. Again the alcohol warmed her.

"I never expected to see a good-looking woman like you on the bus," Barry said. "You're really nice!"

"You're just saying that because you haven't seen a woman in a long time," she said.

"You're right," Barry said. "But you sure are pretty."

She laughed. Things were happening so fast. Barry was moving closer and pressing his body against her. It was making her nervous. She wasn't surprised when Joe moved into the seat in front of them. He was partially blocking the driver's view.

"Why are you on the bus alone?" Barry said. "I wouldn't let you travel alone if you were my wife."

"I'm not your wife, though," she said.

"I only wish you were," Barry said. "You're so gorgeous that it hurts just to look at you. It hurts all over!"

The young man was coming on stronger than she would have expected. A month ago, it would have scared her to death. Not this time. This time she could feel a hot tingle of excitement burning her cunt.

"Another drink?" Barry asked.

"I'd like that," she said.

She knew things were starting to get a little crazy but she didn't care. She sipped at the bottle and the alcohol was warming her. Also she was having some fluttery feelings in her belly. She squirmed in her seat. She put her thighs together, but that didn't help stop the tingles.

"How about a kiss, baby?" Barry asked.

She knew she was going to do it. She turned her head and kissed him gently. His tongue pushed at her lips and she opened her mouth. She sucked gently at his tongue. She could feel the tension that went through his body.

"Hot damn," Barry said. "You kiss nice!"

"So do you," she said.

She still didn't understand how anything was going to happen on a bus – but she knew it was going to happen. She had let things go too far and she couldn't back out now. She settled back in her seat. Barry put his hand on her knee as he leaned over and kissed her again. His wet tongue probed at her mouth again.

"Let me have some tongue, baby," Barry said.

She pushed her tongue into his mouth. She let her tongue slide in and out of his mouth until her mouth was filled with his spit. He finally jerked her away.

"Let's get in the back seat," Barry said.

It a an old-fashioned bus that had a back seat that went all the way across. She nodded. Janet suddenly didn't care what the bus driver thought. She moved into the back seat between the two young men.

"That's all there is in the bottle," Barry said.

"I don't think we need the bottle," she said.

"Hell no," Barry agreed.

Barry kissed her again while Joe moved closer. She finished kissing Barry and then turned her head to Joe. Joe's mouth was hot and hard. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and moved it around. She started shaking all over.

Barry's hand was on her knee. He was moving his hand slowly up her leg as Joe kissed her. She squeezed her thighs together, but it didn't help the itch in her pussy.