Sam Stone - Turned on wife

Breath whooshed out of Kitten in a ragged blast as the entire length of his cock filled her pussy. Her tits trembled, her stomach muscles quivered, and then she went limp with a suddenness that startled him. She didn't bring her hips to life again. Why bother? He had her. His cock had her… but good!

Dan kept hunching, hunching, hunching, until he exploded and filled her aching pussy with a hot load of jizz.

Kitten sighed. It was all over, thank God!

Dan came to his knees. His cock remained in her throbbing, unappeased cunt.

Silence filled the room. Tense silence.

Kitten felt his sperm oozing out of her twinkle. She stared at him with wet eyes, hating him for the agony that still fed on her body. She winced inwardly. This fuck had been no better than the first. If anything, it had been worse. She hadn't enjoyed the fuck he had just thrown into her. Nor was she enjoying the stickiness of his fuck-juice as it trickled out of her cunt.

Why?

Why!

Dan's softening prick slipped out of her pussy. He looked almost embarrassed as he stood up and stuffed it inside his pants. He locked his fly. Then he studied her for a long moment and said quietly, "It didn't work, did it? The booze thawed you a little, but not enough. The minute I climbed aboard and shoved my cock in your twat, you froze."

Kitten wanted to apologize, but all she could say was, "You hurt me."

He smiled a twisted smile and said sharply, "I won't hurt you again, dear wife. Count on it. A man wants to make it with a woman, not a fucked-up kid."

Kitten's naked tits danced in rhythm to her ragged breathing. "Dan, I tried."

"Not hard enough." He turned to leave.

Kitten sat up and swung her legs to the floor. "Dan, please don't go."

He shook his head. There was no give left in him. His voice flattened. "There's nothing to stay for, Katherine. Making it with a frigid juvenile isn't my bag. Call me when you decide to grow up."

"Dan, please."

"Please, my ass." His lips stretched in a sneer. "I won't call you. You call me."

"Dan."

He turned away from her and clomped out into the early night. A minute or so later she heard him drive off in his pickup, but not towards the village.

Was he going to see that other woman? The one who had sucked his cock last night?

"Maybe I did the wrong thing," Kitten said aloud. "Maybe I should have taken his cock in my mouth and sucked the cum out of it."

Too late.

Kitten stood up and more of Dan's jizz trickled out of her throbbing twat. She made no move to wipe it from her thighs. She was too preoccupied with crying. She had failed with Dan, again. Miserably. She hadn't been able to do the whore-in-the-bedroom bit. Shame traced its pattern across her face. She hadn't even had the decency to pretend. That damn panic. She had been afraid to act like a woman. What was wrong with… Interruption of her thoughts brought annoyance as Liz Trent entered without knocking. She paused inside the doorway to admire Kitten's nakedness before she said, "I saw Dan cut out, and I thought you might want some company."

Kitten made no attempt to cover her naked pussy, or to wipe off the cum that glistened on her inner thighs. Annoyance drained from her system. She smiled through her tears at the redhead who had once tried to eat her cunt and said, "Your timing's perfect, but I think you knew it would be before you came through that damn door."

Liz shrugged, then asked, "Can I stay?"

"I wish you would." Kitten glanced down at her cum-stained thighs. "I'll be with you in a minute. Help yourself to some booze while I rinse off."

A taut smile moved across Liz's lips. "I came here for more than a drink, pussycat."

An involuntary shiver passed through Kitten. She felt herself blushing. "I know you did."

"I came here to help you."

"By seducing me?"

Liz smiled enigmatically. "Maybe. Or maybe it will turn out the other way."

Kitten blinked. "I don't understand."

"Then perhaps I can show you something that will explain your true purpose for existence, pussycat."

"As a lesbian's menu?"

Liz shook her head. "As a lesbian."

Kitten forced a laugh. "You're out to lunch!"

"Am I? Let's find out, shall we?" Liz reached out and touched a naked tit. She pinched a nipple. Then she laughed softly. "Gets to you, doesn't it, pussycat?"

Kitten made no move to push Liz's hand away from her boob. Their eyes met, held. The silence ribboned on for a few seconds. Then the kneading hand dropped to her pussy, and Liz said huskily, "I'd be willing to eat a yard of your shit to get my tongue inside your quim, pussycat."

"I know."

"And maybe you'd be willing to do the same thing to get your tongue in mine."

Kitten said nothing.

Liz was persistent. "Would you like to see my pussy?"

No reply.

Liz smiled wickedly. "Be honest with yourself for a change, pussycat. You would like to see my quim, wouldn't you?"

"I don't know," Kitten said miserably. "Right now I'm so damned mixed up I don't know what I want."

Liz's voice softened. "Maybe I can help you make up your mind by showing you my juicy cunt."

Kitten shrugged.

Liz Trent was dressed in snug shorts and a halter that barely covered the peaks of her large jugs. Kitten tried to not look at the lovely tits that were on the verge of escaping from behind the scrap of cloth that held them captive. She shifted her glance, but to no avail, for momentarily her eyes dropped as though they had a will of their own – to Liz's crotch!

Liz seemed to sense the strange mood that rode Kitten. She laughed wildly and hooked a finger behind her halter, bringing attention to her boobs once more. She teased Kitten for a few seconds. Then she jerked at the halter and brought her tits tumbling into view. She shook them at Kitten and said, "Take a good look at them, pussycat. See my long nipples? Aren't they lovely?"

Kitten's heart pounded against her ribcage like an angry fist. Her mind whirled. She was becoming excited. She swallowed hard and said, "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Your titties are lovely."

"That's more like it." Liz brought her heaving jugs closer. "Touch them."

Kitten hesitated.

Liz's voice frosted. "Damn you, touch my tits!"

Kitten obeyed. She touched one. Then the other.

"Nice," Liz said, sighing luxuriously. "Your hand is gentle. Most men try to tear a girl's tits loose when they fondle them, but a girl never does." She shivered. "Your hand is nice, but your lips will feel better. Go ahead, pussycat – kiss my boobs."

Kitten stiffened; she was shocked.

Liz's lips curved in a sneer as she tugged the halter back into place over her knockers. "So much for that. I didn't think you'd have the balls to go through with it."

"I can't. I'm not a lesbian."

"You're not a good wife, either."

Kitten glared at Liz for an eternity of seconds. Then she found her voice and hissed, "Get out, you bitch!"

Liz shrugged and made her tits tremble. "Whatever turns you on, pussycat. I only came here to help you, but I guess the only person who can do that is Dan – or some other man."

"Get out!"

Liz Trent did.

Alone again, Kitten padded into the bathroom, hating Liz with every step for putting her through the tortures of the damned. Being conned into fooling around with Liz's tits had nothing to do with her acid mood; it was what the bitch had said that bugged her.

The words skittered around inside her brain: The only person who could help her out was Dan… or some other man.

Kitten stepped under the shower to clean Dan's cock-juice from her cunt and thighs. She ignored her pussy for the present and lathered her tits. The nipples were jutting, itching. She trapped one between thumb and forefinger and pulled on it. The heat in her discontented quim became hotter. Like an inferno.