Tom Allison: In heat wild wife

Cindy's most telling natural attribute was her enormous sex drive. She was the horniest girl around, bar none, and she could suck and fuck any man under the nearest table. Fucking was on her mind almost twenty-four hours a day; she lived for cumming and for getting off on stiff, spurting cocks.

She'd only been a kid when she'd lost her cherry, but that event had been preceded by four years of compulsive, feverish finger fucking. After getting her pussy pierced by her first cock, Cindy went on to fuck half the boys in her high school. Her parents didn't know what to do with her. Other girls at school called her whore, slut, or mattress-back. Cindy didn't care.

Part of her schoolmates' scorn was motivated by jealousy, as Cindy had a perfect body. She was a petite girl at five-foot-three, with slender legs, a nipped-in waist was a girlishly small, rounded ass. But her tits were huge, two firm, obscenely oversized melons that jiggled provocatively as she walked and could barely be stuffed into a D-cup bra.

Boys invariably looked down at her because of her height, at wavy, long brown hair parted down the middle, and an angelic face that was always bright with a smile. Then they looked down farther and saw those enormous tits, so wonderfully out of place on her girl's body, capped by big, dark-red nipples that seemed to always protrude stiffly through whatever clothes she wore.

Then the boys would grow nervous as their pricks swelled painfully in their jeans. In high school, Cindy had loved to watch young studs get hard-ons in front of her. She never teased them, except as foreplay. She was always eager to take them to the nearest place where they could fuck.

Cindy graduated from high school and spent the next two years living at home and working at odd jobs, while spending all her free time dating and fucking.

She met Todd Sullivan while working as a cashier at a fast-food restaurant. Todd fell in love with her the moment he saw her huge tits jiggling under her smock; later that night, his love was confirmed as she sucked the cum out of his cock again and again.

Todd was different from most of the men Cindy fucked. At twenty-eight, he was older, and he had a real job, as the highly paid manager of a factory in the city thirty miles away. The parent corporation had great things in mind for their young, handsome, ambitious and hard-working manager. For most women, Todd was the ideal catch.

He was innocent sexually, though, and he mistook his lust for Cindy's tits and pussy and mouth for true love. In any case, he continued to court her long after other men would have realized that she wasn't meant to settle down.

His parents and friends told him to find another girl better suited to helping him up the ladder in his career. Even Cindy's parents hinted as much, but Todd didn't care. He proposed to her shortly after her twentieth birthday, and then took two weeks off for their honeymoon following the marriage.

"Uhhhhh! Oh yes, oh Jesus Christ! Do it, fucker! Nnnggg! Oh yes, I'm gonna cream!"

Two days after the honeymoon, with unpacked boxes still stacked in the halls, Cindy was sprawled naked on her double bed. Her enormous, firm tits jiggled as her ass wiggled on the mattress. Her legs were spread-eagled, and her little arms pistoned between her thighs, ramming an eight-inch dildo in and out of her black-haired cunt.

A porno magazine rested on the bed beside her arm, open to a spread of a hung stud feeding his cock to a sleazy-looking blonde. Hornily, Cindy studied the picture as she slammed the big dildo in and out of her greasy, sucking pussy.

She wasn't thinking about Todd, though she'd only been married to him a few weeks. She wasn't thinking about anyone. A man's face didn't make too much difference to her. Cindy just craved stiff cock.

"Cu-cu-cumming," she hissed.

She fucked her ass off the bed as she felt her cunt tunnel sucking convulsively around the dildo. She stuck her hand in her mouth, grimaced, and bit her fingers as the satisfying spasms swept through her pussy.

"Unnnggghh! Fuck me, fuck meee… oh shit… nnnnggggg!"

Afterwards, she tossed the dildo and the porno magazine onto the floor and lay staring at the ceiling for a moment, thinking of nothing in particular. Less than a minute later, she was playing with her pussy all over again, fucking her fingers into her pouting cunt slit while she rubbed her clit with her thumb.

I need some prick, Cindy thought hungrily. It didn't matter to her that she was practically still honeymooning, or that she was supposed to be faithful to Todd now that she was married.

She loved Todd okay, but that wasn't the point. What was she supposed to do for relief while he was away at work? She had had plenty of studs to fuck her when she was still at home. She needed to get fucked.

The doorbell rang. Cindy took her hand from her aching cunt and sighed as she reached for her bra and panties. Then, mischievously, she decided to put on her little robe instead.

The robe barely covered her ass cheeks and pussy triangle, exposing all of her slim, shapely legs. It tied with a sash around her waist, and the halves could barely contain her grapefruit-sized tits.

Cindy admired herself in the mirror, giggling as she watched her cleavage undulate with every breath she took. I hope my caller is a man, she thought, hurrying to the front door.

The caller was a sloppily dressed door-to-door salesman in his early thirties. A gleaming vacuum cleaner sat on the step beside him. Mechanically, he launched into his pitch as soon as Cindy opened the door.

"Insto-cleaner calling, ma'am! Look, I know you're busy, so if you don't mind, I'd like to just demonstrate a couple of features that will show you that you can't possibly survive without owning one."

Then the salesman saw what Cindy was wearing. He stopped talking as a flush spread through his face and his gaze riveted to her huge tits.

"Hey," Cindy said aggressively. "What are you looking at?"

The salesman just stood there. Cindy's pussy immediately started to burn and juice with anticipation. Taking a step back, she brazenly pulled apart the halves of the robe, exposing her huge, firm tits.

"Were you looking at my tits?"

"Oh, Jesus!" the salesman gulped. His cock swelled stiffly in the crotch of his dress slacks, stretching obscenely down his leg.

"God, you must really get horny selling that shit all the time!"

Giggling, Cindy stepped close enough to give his cock head a playful pinch through his pants. Then she stepped back and wantonly massaged her tits with her little hands, rolling and kneading her huge, sensitive tit-flesh, making her crimson nipples pop out stiffly.

"Do you want to suck on my tits, mister?" she purred. "Is that why you got that huge boner in your fucking pants?"

The salesman's mouth sagged open as if he'd fallen into a trance. Dazedly, he moved towards Cindy as she backed to the center of the living room, leaving his vacuum cleaner on the steps. His big prick twitched noticeably. He left the door open behind them.

"Well, you can suck my tits if you want to. I'll even let you fuck me." Cindy lay on the living room's shag carpet and continued to rub her tits as she splayed her legs wide, revealing the hair-fringed fissure of her burning cunt. "But first you got to suck on my cunt!"

At the sight of her delectable pussy, the salesman licked his lips like a hungry animal. Then he literally dove to the floor between her legs, groaning with lust as he buried his face between her thighs.

Cindy stared down between her enormous tits, watching his head wiggle as he savored the tantalizing, salty aroma of her wet pussy. He thrust his hands under her thighs, cupping the rounded cheeks of her ass.