Norma Egan - Boy-craving wife

"Did I ever tell you you, have a great-looking pussy?" He chuckled.

"No, dear, you never did," Edie said in amazement.

In fact she'd never heard him use the word pussy before. Her wonder grew as Harold slipped his hand into her crotch and tickled the steamy slick flesh of her gash. She gasped with pleasure. Harold gave that wicked chuckle again.

"I hope you're ready for some good stiff cock," he said.

Edie was too mind-boggled to answer. Suddenly she felt Harold's cock slamming into her, spearing her cunt and ramming her womb. "Uhhhh!" she gasped.

He seized her hips and began fucking her like crazy, panting and yelping as he crammed his rockhard dick again and again into her snug, come-slick cunt. Edie stopped wondering what in hell had gotten into him. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the terrific fucking he was giving her.

"Ohhhhh, Harold, it's good!" she cried. "Yes, yes, darling, fuck me hard. Ahhh, yes!"

"You like it this way, don't you?" Harold panted. "You like getting fucked really hard?"

"Shit, yes!" Edie moaned, clawing the bed in her excitement. "Fuck it to me hard, Harold, fuck me silly. Ooooooo, yes, I love it!"

Harold grinned maniacally and rammed his swollen hard cock against her womb. His small ass jerked tautly as he fucked the shit out of his howling wife. His belly smacked her ass, and his bloated, hairy balls spanked her thighs. His thick hard meat reamed the cream right out of her cunt, making an obscene sucking noise.

"Take my dick," Harold panted. "Take it, bitch. Tell me you love it."

"I love it!" Edie screeched. "Oh, shit, hove you to fuck me, Harold. Fuck, it'sgood!"

Whatever had happened to Harold – even if he'd flipped out completely – she welcomed it. Now she'd have two nice hard cocks at her service. Because, of course, she didn't intend to give up Jack.

Behind her Harold was grinning like an idiot. As he rammed his steely prick into his wife's gushing hot cunt, he was thinking of another woman. He knew something Edie didn't know.

An hour earlier Harold had been strolling through the woods with his butterfly net when he came upon a small pond. He stopped and stared, wide-eyed. It wasn't the pond that held his attention. It was the stark naked girl cavorting around in the middle of it.

The girl was petite, with long dark hair, and she was just a teenager. She had a pretty, tan face, firm orange-size tits, and a small pouting bush of brown curls. Her body was sleek, slim but curvy. Harold watched her splashing and swimming, and he thought about fucking a girl that young. He dropped his butterfly net and moved closer.

She hadn't seen him yet. He moved right down to the water's edge and stared at her hungrily through his rimless glasses. After twenty years of fucking the same woman, Harold was ripe for some novelty. He wondered if he stood even the slightest chance with this pretty little teenager. Just then she caught sight of him. To his astonishment, she grinned.

"Oh, hi there," she said. "Where did you come from?" She had a country twang to her voice.

"I was hunting for butterflies," Harold said. "Where did you come from?"

"I live on a farm not far from here," she replied. "My name's Ruthie." She just stood there naked, without shame, grinning at him.

"I'm Harold," he said.

"Well, Harold, why don't you all take off your clothes and join me?" Ruthie said. "It's a mighty hot day."

As a matter of fact, it was hot, but Harold would have accepted her invitation even if it was snowing. He nodded and quickly started to undress. Ruthie gave him another big grin and plunged into the water again. Harold decided that she was either trying to seduce him or she was a little cock-teaser. He was willing to take a chance. Naked, he hurried into the water.

"What do you do for a living, Harold?" the girl asked, swimming up close to him.

"I'm a teacher," he said.

Ruthie wrinkled her face. "Ugh, I hate school," she said. "In fact I dropped out. There's only one thing that really interests me." She had moved so close, she could see his pale limp cock floating in the water.

"What's that, Ruthie?" Harold said. "What's the only thing that interests you?"

"Boys and fucking," she said matter-of-factly. "Ooooo, it's so much fun. In fact that's why I came here today. I needed to cool myself off. There weren't any bays around, and I was feeling soooo horny."

Harold could hardly believe his ears – or his eyes, for that matter. Ruthie had moved so close to him that her large pointed red nipples were almost touching his chest. The water current moved his limp floating cock so that it tickled the wet curls of her bush. She felt it, looked down, and grinned.

"Maybe you could help me out, Harold," she said.

"Why, uh, certainly, I'd be glad to," Harold stammered. Could this really be happening? He'd fantasized for years about fucking a tight-cunted teenager, but he'd never dreamed it would really happen.

"Good," Ruthie said, "let's go up on the bank."

She led the way out of the water, and Harold's hungry eyes followed her adorable little wobbling ass. She had a blanket spread out on the grassy bank, and she lay down on it, on her back, and spread her legs wide, bending them at the knees. Harold gawked. Her teenage slit was moist, rosy and fringed with delicate brown curls. He dropped down beside her.

"You ever eat a girl's pussy, Harold?" Ruthie said with a wicked grin.

"Oh, yes, I know all about it," Harold lied. In fact he'd never given head before, but he didn't want to spoil his chances.

"Ummmmm, great," Ruthie sighed. "I just love having my pussy licked. Here, help yourself."

She drew apart the dark-furred lips of her muff and showed him the red bud of her clit. Harold went belly-down between her legs and brought his face up to the moist fragrant heat of her pussy. Praying he wouldn't bungle the job, he stuck out his wet red tongue and used the pointed tip to tickle and lash the juicy scarlet lump of her clit.

"Oooooo," Ruthie squealed. "Yeah, yeah, that feels great, Harold. Keep licking meeee."

Encouraged, Harold slipped his hands under her wriggling little ass and drew her closer to him. Ruthie, obviously experienced in these things, flung her legs up around his shoulders, opening her pussy to him completely. Harold tongued her clit, lashing and lapping the throbbing pea-size lump of flesh, and the girl squealed and moaned. He felt scalding-hot cream trickling from her little cuntmouth and wetting his chin.

Well, this pussy-eating wasn't bad at all, he decided. He liked the taste of her hot gushing juice, liked the sensation of tonguing her slick little joy button. Most of all, he liked getting her so hotly excited. If she got really horny, she might let him stick his cock in that tiny wet fuck-hole. Harold shivered with horny anticipation as he lapped and tongue-lashed her clit.

"Oooooo, shit, that feels terrific," Ruthie whined. "Keep doing it, Harold, keep eating me."

Her fiery-hot twat-juice was gushing out now, soaking his chin and cheeks. Her pussy felt swollen and steamy against his face. Harold licked harder and faster on her swelling red clit, wanting to drive her into a frenzy of need. As he thought of fucking that tight teenage cunt, his balls filled with hot jism and his cock twitched into engorged hardness.

The girl began moving her hips, slamming her tiny hot clit against his mouth. "Now suck me off!" she cried hoarsely. "Suck my clit and make me come."

Harold jammed his lips against the throbbing slick bud and managed to suck the tiny thing between them. He started sucking her flaming-hot joy button fast and hard. Ruthie screeched and drenched his face with a blast of sizzling pussyjuice. A few more moments of hard noisy sucking, and the girl wailed and went into the powerful convulsions of orgasm.