Norma Egan - Boy-craving wife

Edith snaked out, her wet pink tongue and lapped the swollen rosy head of his cock. "Jesus!" Harold gasped. It was the first enthusiastic response she'd gotten out of him all evening.

She'd never gone clown on him before, but right away she knew she was going to love eating cock. His swollen hot prick-head had a nice salty taste. As she lapped the gleaming knob, the slit-mouth of his cock began to leak bright bubbles of juice, and that tasted even better. Edith lapped up the sticky stuff and swallowed it. Harold stared at her, wide-eyed, shocked and thrilled at the same time.

"Ummmmm, ummmmm," Edith murmured as she lapped up his hot salty cream. "Your cock tastes so good!"

Harold's face flushed, and he began to quiver as Edith lapped and lashed his sensitive cockhead with her hot slick tongue. Growing bolder, she licked her way down the rigid throbbing pole of his cock, lapping right through his wiry brown bush and onto his bloated hair-thatched balls. Harold groaned as she tongue-lashed his swollen, pulsing nuts.

"My God," he gasped, "Christ!"

It must have been a mind-boggling experience for him, Edith realized. She'd always been a meek little wife, never an adventurous in bed. Well, she hoped he was enjoying it, because tonight she felt so damned horny, so wild to fuck, that she was ready to do any kinky thing that came into her head. Like licking his balls. She tongue-lashed the rosy sacs, soaking them with her spit.

Harold was moaning and, panting, and thick hot juice steamed from his swollen cock-head and ran down the rigid shaft of his prick. Edith realized that he was about to come. Not without her, he wasn't! Reluctantly she left off her cock-eating and moved to straddle her husband's body, her knees hugging his hips. She brought the soaked eager mouth of her cunt down to touch the hard hot head of his cock.

"Stick your cock in me, Harold," she said hoarsely. "Fuck me. Hurry!"

Harold cast her a glazed, horny look and then obeyed, ramming his steel-hard six-inch cock up her juicy, starved pussy.

"Ahhhhhhh," Edith cried. "Oh, shit, yes, honey, stick that nice hard cock in me. Fuck me!"

She groaned hoarsely with pleasure as Harold started to fuck her hard and fast. That rock-hard meat felt so damned good in her sex-starved little cunt. Her pussy creamed around his slamming dick, her hot juice overflowing her twat and running down her thighs. This was the sensation she'd been craving for weeks – Harold's stiff swollen dick cramming into her horny little cunt.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she babbled. "Oh, shit, Harold, I love you to fuck me. I love your big hard cock in my cunt."

She knew she was desperate to fuck, because she'd never used that kind of language before in her life. Harold gawked at her wonderingly as he worked his swollen meat in her pulpy hot pussy. But she knew her filthy talk was turning him on. He didn't usually fuck her so hard and fast. She loved being fucked this way, his rigid meat ramming clear up to her womb with each furious thrust.

"Fuck my cunt, FUCK!" Edith howled.

She couldn't hold still. She began to slam her drenched hot pussy up and down the stiff pole of his cock, seeking all the delicious searing friction she could get. She could have fucked that meaty column all night, it felt so great. She felt the pleasurable tension building, in her pussy, and she knew she'd be coming very soon.

Harold's mild blue eyes were glassy and rolling, and his teeth flashed as he panted and groaned. His face was red with lust. He rammed his dick into her like a jackhammer, reaming the thick hot cream from her cunt, his cock making a loud squishing noise. It was a savage, lewd fuck, and Edith loved it.

"Fuck my cunt," she whined. "Fuck the shit out of me. Yes, yes!"

She was very close to coming, very close to the explosion of pleasure she so desperately craved. Bringing herself off with her own hand couldn't compare to the ecstasy of taking a rock-hard ramming cock. She threw back her head and howled with horny pleasure.

Just then Harold yelped and came. "Awww," he bawled.

Edith stared down at him as she felt her cunt flooded with sizzling-hot jism. God damn him, he was coming too soon! He hadn't even tried to get her off! Bastard, shit, cocksucker – in her rage and frustration, she couldn't think of words bad enough. She felt his cock go limp inside her, and she wrenched her body off his, seething with anger.

Harold didn't notice her distress. Smiling blissfully he crawled under the covers and murmured, "My goodness, Edith, that was, uh, very enjoyable."

Enjoyable? Edith could have told him how she felt about that. But what good would it have done? It wouldn't make his cock hard again, and it wouldn't make him into a decent lay. He was already drifting off to sleep. Edith leaped out of bed, too angry and horny to lie still.

"I'm going for a little walk," she said. "I don't feel sleepy yet."

"Uh," Harold said, practically asleep.

Edie – his pet name for her, the schmuck – didn't bother to get dressed. She just grabbed a robe from the closet and stalked out of the bedroom. Her poor starved pussy was still red hot with need, and thick steamy cunt-cream coursed down her thighs. She prayed that a brisk walk would dull her lusty need, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep.

Edie and Harold had their apartment on the top floor of the old Victorian mansion that housed the Burns School for Boys. The second floor contained the boys' dorms, the first floor the classrooms and dining hall. As Edie stalked down the stairs, she heard noises from the boys' floor. The little rascals should have been in bed an hour ago. She decided to investigate.

Moving quietly clown the hall, Edie discovered that the noise was coming from the shower room. The door was open, and she peeked around the corner and looked in. Half a dozen naked boys were romping in the steamy showers, hooting and pushing each other. Edie's eyes widened. Other than her husband, she'd never seen a naked male.

She knew she should announce her presence and order the boys to bed, but somehow she couldn't move or speak. All she could do was stare at those luscious bouncing young cocks and balls. These teenage boys had fine sleek bodies, tan and firm, and their pricks and balls were pure and hairless. Edie felt a hot spurt of cream from her famished twat.

Why hadn't it dawned on her before? There were two dozen nice hard cocks just waiting for her, right here in the school. She knew the boys were neatly always horny. She'd heard them whispering and snickering about it, and every day in her classroom there was at least one embarrassed guy with a hard-on. For a horny sex-starved woman, Burns School could be a regular gold mine.

Edie feasted her lusty eyes on flopping, wagging young cocks. For one impulsive moment she thought of throwing off her robe and racing into the showers naked, inviting the boys to fuck her. But no, she'd have to be more careful than that. She must pick her young lover very carefully. But meanwhile she could at least look.

One of the boys grinned and called out, "How about a shooting contest?" His suggestion was greeted with whoops and cheers.

Edie recognized the kid, Jack, a husky blond boy. She watched him back up against the wall and fist his droopy pale cock. He began to pump his prick, and the five other boys joined him, leaning against the wall and pumping their milky-white, blue-veined cocks. Edie reddened as she realized what was going on.

Her pussy felt molten-hot as she watched the handsome young teenagers jacking off. It wasn't long before six droopy limp cocks had stiffened into healthy hard-ons, and the youngsters were flushed with horny arousal, panting and pumping their rigid dicks. Edie almost moaned with need. What she wouldn't give to have one of those steel hard cocks jerking in her famished cunt!