Norma Egan - Boy-craving wife

Edie watched with hot horny eyes as the boy took off his clothes. His chest was sleek, tan and hairless, his arms nicely muscled. As he lowered his jeans and shorts, she gawked hungrily at his crotch. It was just as she'd hoped, a magnificent stiff hard-on. The kid was as urgently horny as she was.

Jack's fine young cock was a good six inches long and quite thick. It sprang stiffly from a neat blond bush, the shaft pale and blue-veined, the head dark red and knobby. His balls were swollen, rosy, and hairless. As he slipped down beside her on the rug, her starved pussy felt ready to explode with hot need.

"Ummmm, you have a gorgeous cock, Jack," she said hoarsely.

"Why, thanks, Edie," the boy said, reddening a little.

"May I touch it?" she asked.

"Oh, Jesus, sure," Jack sighed.

Again it was like a dream – the beautiful headmistress, of his school reaching out and curling her fingers around his naked rock-hard prick. She was smiling lustily as she playfully pumped his throbbing meat, running her hand up and down the granite column of his dick. Jack had fist-fucked himself a lot since he became a horny teenager, but it had never felt as exciting as this. Hot cream bubbled from the slit-mouth of his cock.

Edie leaned down and lapped up his prick-juice as fast as it came. "Ummmmmm," she murmured, "your cock-juice tastes so good, Jack."

"Oh, Jesus," the boy moaned.

Her slick hot tongue felt fantastic on the sensitive head of his cock. She dug the pointed tip of her tongue into his oozing cock-mouth and reamed out, all the tasty cream she could get. Jack shivered, whined, and damned near popped his rocks. The beautiful older woman was driving him crazy with lust.

"Oh, shit, Edie, I just gotta fuck you," Jack whined. "I'll die if I don't fuck you."

She grinned at him and licked his cream from her lips. "Have you ever fucked before, Jack?" she asked.

"Naw," he sheepishly admitted, "but you could show me. I could learn."

"I'm sure you could, dear," Edie purred.

She was hotly excited to learn that the boy was a virgin. It added to her wicked pleasure in seducing a kid young enough to be her own son. She gave his rosy cock-head one more thorough lashing, gobbling up all his dribbling cream, and then she lay down on her back again and opened her legs wide, bending them back at the knees. Her soaked red gash was completely exposed, her small cuntmouth leaking a little stream of sticky juice.

"All right, Jack," she breathed. "I'll let you fuck me."

"Oh, Christ," Jack moaned.

It couldn't be true, but it was happening. He was crawling between Mrs. Burns' legs, kneeling there, pressing the swollen hard head of his cock against the fiery-hot oozing mouth of her cunt. She gave him an encouraging smile, and Jack took a deep breath, then rammed his steel-hard young cock deep, deep into her.

"Uhhhhh," Edie gasped.

"Aw, Christ, terrific," Jack moaned. "Jesus, your cunt's so fuckin' hot!"

It wasn't just hot – her molten box was deliciously tight around his deep-thrust prick, squeezing his meat in a sheath of juicy wet flesh. It was even better than Jack had dreamed. Though he'd never fucked before, his natural instincts drove him to raw his rigid cock into her hard and fast and deep. He shoved his knobby cock-head against her womb, and his bloated balls spanked her ass.

"Uh, uhhhh, uhhh," the boy grunted, fucking into her with all his strength.

"Oh, my God," Edie whimpered.

It was even better than she'd hoped for. Already the inexperienced kid was fucking her better than Harold ever had. This was the kind of fucking she'd been craving for so long. She needed it fast and hard, she needed it brutal and pounding – and Jack was giving it to her, cramming his thick swollen dick like a pile driver in her searing-hot famished pussy.

"Oh, God, yes, fuck me," Edie moaned, crazy with pleasure. "Fuck your big cock into me, Jack, fuck me hard!"

Jack, panting and humping and sweating, took a moment to look down at his beautiful headmistress. Her face was flushed and twisted, her eyes rolling, her huge tits wobbling like jello. She gave him a lewd grin and jerked her boiling wet pussy in time to his furious strokes. Jesus, he thought, I'm fucking Mrs. Burns, and she loves it!

It was a mind-blower.

It was hard as hell not to come, he was so excited, and her pulpy cuntal walls were gripping and tugging his meat so hard. Her sizzling twatjuice boiled around his lunging dick and overflowed her cunt, soaking his balls and her thighs. Her box was scorching hot. She whined and jerked her hips, slamming her pussy up to him each time he drove his rigid hard cock to her womb.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me!" she babbled.

"Awwwww, Christ, it's so fuckin' good," Jack whined.

He ached to shoot his load, but he wanted to make Mrs. Burns come first. He wanted her to be well-fucked so she'd ask him back again. He gritted his teeth and slammed his swollen prick into her pulpy little fuck-hole again and again reaming the hot cream out of her, his belly smacking loudly against hers. Edie screeched with pleasure and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

"I love it, I love it," she wailed. "Shit, yes, fuck, fuck!"

Sweating and panting, Jack pistoned his prick deep into her gripping flooded cunt. He felt her juicy cuntal walls squeezing even tighter around his hammering cock. Suddenly she stiffened, then quivered and screamed. Her lush body began to rock violently, and Jack had to grab and hold her grinding little ass to stay in the saddle.

"I'm coming," she moaned, "yes, right now. Ohhhhh, aaagghhhh!"

Jack clung to her desperately, frying to keep his dick deep in her spasming cunt as her body shook and writhed in an explosive climax. His cock, balls and belly were drenched with her spurting twatjuice, his prick squeezed almost flat by her convulsing box. She wailed hoarsely for long delicious moments before finally going limp beneath him.

"Don't take your cock out of me," she panted. "Keep fucking me."

"Sure, Edie," Jack gasped. "Sure, I'll fuck you as much as you want."

He wished he really could do that. But he was so close to popping his rocks, he could hardly stand it. He began ramming his aching prick into her again, and she was just as hot and eager as ever. One orgasm clearly wasn't enough for the sex-starved teacher.

"Fuck, fuck," Edie babbled, "fuck me with that great big cock. Oh, shit, Jack, I love it. Fuck me silly!"

Jack was giving her the long savage fuck she so desperately craved. Harold had fucked her too little, too fast, and she had a torrent of stored-up lust to unleash. She felt she could never get enough of Jack's ramming, rock-hard young cock. But at last the inevitable happened – the blissed-out kid yelped and shot his sizzling load of come.

"Awwwww," Jack bawled, "Awwwww."

As he came down from his climax, Edie wrapped her legs around his taut ass, holding his limp cock deep inside her hungry little cunt. "Keep your cock in me," she panted. "We'll get it hard again in no time."

"Yes, ma'am," Jack said helplessly.

Edie coaxed Jack into fucking her until the boy simply couldn't get another hard-on, but it still wasn't enough for her. She woke the next morning as horny as ever. Her years of frustration weren't going to be wiped out with just one fuck. She plotted to see Jack again that afternoon.

It seemed as if Harold would never leave. Finally, around three o'clock, he put down the book he was reading and said, "Well, I think I'll go try to catch a few butterflies."

"Wonderful!" Edie exclaimed.

Harold stared at her. "You were never so enthusiastic about my hobbies before," he said.

Edie reddened and said quickly, "Oh, I just thought the open air would do you good, darling. You've been looking rather pale lately."