J Watson - Eager beaver housewife

Joe started fucking her in violent thrusts. His big balls slapped against her. Barry grabbed her head and pulled her lips down to his prick.

"Suck on me now," he said.

Her mouth covered his cock. She could feel cum on the roof of her mouth. His prick was growing and she suddenly realized that he didn't have long left. She could taste her own cunt juices on his prick as she took his cock into her mouth.

"Oh, shit yeah," Barry groaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come. Oh, shit yeah. I'm coming! Oh, fucking shit, baby!"

Barry rammed up into her mouth. She had to have his cum. His cum began spurting up against the roof of her mouth. She had to let some of his cum drip out of her mouth, but then she started sucking and wallowing as fat as she could.

At the same time, her body started twisting around. She felt the sudden jolts of pleasure. She couldn't say anything. Her mouth was still filled with cock. She kept sucking and tasting his jism at the back of her throat. She couldn't stop twisting around as the sweet pleasure rocked her again and again.

"Oh shit!" Joe groaned. "I'm going to fill her cunt up. I'm going to flood her cunt. I'm going to flood her fucking cunt. Oh, fucking shit. It's good! It's fucking good. Shiiiit!"

He yelled again as he fucked his prick powerfully into her cunt. His cum started spurting again and again. His cum was filling her up. His hot jism was spilling out of her cunt and wetting her thighs. His cum was dripping down between her asscheeks. He kept ramming her pussy harder and harder.

Finally, he gave her one last spurt of jism. It filled her cunt and dripped out to wet her thighs. He kept fucking in and out for a few moments longer. Then his limp prick slipped out of her cunt and his cum wet her asscheeks.

"Oh shit," Barry said. "I never expected this. I never expected this!"

"I never expected anything like this either," Joe said. "But I am sure glad it happened."

So was Janet.

Janet found a job as a waitress in a town where nobody knew her. She did all she could to control her fuck-lust. She wore clothes that bid her lush body. She had her hair cut and trimmed. She wore glasses. She didn't joke about sex and she never flirted with any of the men customers. Sometimes she would find them looking at her in hungry ways, but she would look away shyly.

It seemed to work. None of the men made passes at her. At times she almost wished they would. At times she even wished they would throw her on the floor and rape the shit out of her. She wished, but it never happened. At night she would go back to her apartment and she would think about her husband or about Stuart.

She should have known that she could not keep her fuck-lust under control for long. Perhaps there was some kind of aura she put off, because somehow seemed to know all about her.

Her boss was the one who really made her nervous. His name was Albert Wilson and he was constantly looking at her or rubbing against her. She tried to stay away from him. A couple of times she had thought about changing jobs, but she didn't really want to. She was comfortable where she was.

"Hey, Janet," Albert said. "I think I'm going to close up early this evening."

She looked around. The little diner was nearly deserted and she was secretly that he was going to close up early. She went over and shut the door and put the closed sign in the window. Albert was counting the money in the cash register.

She waited until the last few customers had left and then she locked the door. She walked back to where Albert was standing. She finished cleaning off the counter. She was going to let herself oat the back door when she found her way blocked by Albert.

"I said I was going to close early," Albert said. "I didn't say I wanted you to leave early."

"There's nothing else to do," she protested.

"You know better than that, baby," Albert said. "You know I've had an eye on you. I can't understand why you try and cover up that luscious body."

"I have to go," she said.

"It doesn't work though, baby," Albert said. "One look, and a man can tell you love sex. I know that tight little ass of yours has nearly driven me out of my mind."

"Please leave me alone," she said. She tried to get past him. It didn't work. Albert reached out and caught her around the waist. He forced her back until her ass was against the counter. His lips felt hot as he pressed them against her mouth.

"Stop it," she said.

"Come on, baby," he said. "You like it. I know you like it. I'm going to make you like it!"

His tongue pushed at her lips. She didn't want to open her lips. She kept them tightly closed. Albert was grinning as he pulled his head back. She knew what was going to happen. He punched her hard in the stomach and she gasped.

"Now you're going to be nice to me," Albert said. "You're going to be nice or I'm going to hurt you bad!"

He punched her again in the stomach. She was gasping for breath. He kissed her mouth again. This time she opened her mouth and tasted his fat tongue sliding into her lips. He moved his tongue around inside her mouth. In a moment he started sucking at her tongue. She couldn't escape the awful taste and touch. He kept pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth.

"Yeah, baby," he said. "You're going to be nice to me. You're going to be really nice. I'm going to enjoy having you around, baby. We're going to be real good friends."

He had taken her arm and he was forcing her into the back room where she knew he kept a cot for quick naps in the afternoon. She only vaguely heard the sound of broken glass but she was suddenly aware that Albert had released her and was facing the door.

"Who the hell are you?" Albert asked. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I want the lady," a man said.

It was a voice she had heard so many times in her dreams. She couldn't believe it. She turned to find her husband Bob standing in the doorway. He had forced the door open by the lock. She had never seen him looking so big or so fierce.

"You want the lady?" Albert said. "What's she to you?"

"She's my wife," Bob said.

"Well, that's all right, then," Albert said. "I'll send her out to you. You go wait in the car until I'm finished."

"I don't think that will be possible," Bob said. "Unless she wants me to do that."

"Oh no, Bob," she whispered.

She was suddenly afraid for him as Albert started toward him with a yell of anger. Bob was smaller than Albert and it looked like he might have problems. He didn't. Bob stepped aside deftly and he smashed a fist into Albert's fact Albert went down on his knees and he was holding his face. She could see a bright-red smear of blood under his nose.

"Let's get out of here," Bob said.

She put her hand in Bob's big hand and it felt comfortable. She let him pull her out to the car.

She didn't say anything as they walked out to the car. She sat down the seat beside him. He didn't start the car. He seemed to be catching his breath.

"How did you find me?" she asked.

"It was hard," he said. "But I managed to do it because I wanted to find you. I know everything."

"You do?" she asked.

"Stuart admitted what he'd done after I beat the crap out of him a couple of times. He was nothing but a pansy when it came to fighting like a real man."

She shivered. There was something about the thought of her husband beating up Stuart that excited her. She could close her eyes and picture it. She squirmed a little.

"I never thought of you as violent," she said.

"I am where you're concerned," he said. "I know I was angry at first, but then I think I understood. You have needs and I wasn't satisfying them. Well, I'm going to satisfy them from now on."

"I believe you," she said.