Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"I will."

"Hurry!"

Dr. Dubois hurried. He removed her skirt and panties. Kitten squirmed into fucking position, then gasped with surprise as the elderly doctor dipped his head and planted a resounding kiss on her pussy.

She pushed his mouth away from her tingling twinkie and hissed, "Not that way, Jason. Your cock. I want your cock."

Dr. Dubois sat up with a chuckle. He didn't take off his pants. He simply unzipped and hauled out his whang. Kitten's eyes widened at sight of it. She swallowed hard. Damn, his prick was longer and fatter than Dan's!

"Ready?" he asked.

"I think so."

Dr. Dubois lifted a knee and moved in between her yawning legs. He took her hands and placed his prick between them, then said, "Guide it inside your juicy cunt, Katherine."

She hesitated.

"Do it, now."

Kitten obeyed. Her fingers coiled around Dr. Dubois' pulsating prod. She squeezed his rod tightly for a moment, then tucked the pointed knob between the wet lips of her quim. The thrust that followed took her breath away, and once again the ice of disinterest chilled her cunt, but now it was too late.

Fucked.

She was fucked.

Kitten gritted her teeth to keep from screaming as Dr. Dubois forced her shoulder blades to the seat and buried his veined prick deep in her juicy cunt. Pain entered her twat. It didn't remain long. Pain left. Then came the heat. Strange heat. Filling her cunt. Making her aware of the fact that she was responding to the cock now sawing in and out of her hole.

"Still hurt?" her lover asked.

"No," Kitten replied as her hips began to twitch against the big prod that continued to snake in and out of her cunt. "No more pain. All I feel is the sweetness of your big sausage. So wonderful! So damn, damn wonderful! I love your cock. It's going to make me come, I know it is! I want to come, Jason. Make me come. Fuck me, fuck me!"

Dr. Dubois withdrew his cock a few inches, then slammed it home again. A low animal moan of pleasure escaped from between Kitten's lips as their bodies fused together. A savage hunger obsessed them, and now they were hungry for each other… in every way.

Their lips met and locked in an embrace of their own, and Dr. Dubois' hands massaged her tits as he poured the peter to her bubbling cunt. The kiss lasted a long time. Kitten was the first to break away.

"Ah," she sighed as his cock stroked in and out of her cunt, "don't be gentle, lover. Treat me like a whore. Ram that sweet fuck-stick of yours deep and make my ovaries scream!"

"Like this?" Dr. Dubois panted as he attempted to cram his balls beyond the wet lips of her pussy. "Like this?"

Kitten whimpered, and then she coiled her legs around his bucking butt. Her spiked heels hit the cloth-covered cheeks of his ass like jolts of electricity and made him shiver with delight. He laughed and kept humping. A heartbeat later Kitten grunted as he tried to stuff his balls in her pussy again, and shrilled, "Oooohhh, you almost made me come that time! Do it again! Again! I'm almost there! Don't fail me, lover! Ring my chime!"

Dr. Dubois tried. He ignored the sweat that trickled down into his eyes as he bucked toward a climax of his own, and a few seconds later he buried his boner deep and filled Kitten's box with a hot and generous load of sperm.

Kitten shivered and flirted with an eruption of her own.

It came a moment later.

Her hips jerked, her eyes rolled back in their sockets; then she screamed and exploded with a vicious come that almost rendered her unconscious.

Dr. Dubois exhaled loudly and backed his wilting whang out of her cunt. She felt his sperm ooze from her cunt and soak into the seat. Her legs uncoiled. She squirmed out from under his weight and sat up, smiling like the proverbial cat that had just finished dining on canary a la king.

"My first climax," she said, her voice edged with awe. "You gave me my first come, and turned me into a complete woman. Thank you, Jason."

He shook his head. "The pleasure was all mine, Katherine. But I'm glad you let me help you get over that penis fear of yours."

"So am I, lover." She reached for his cock and found it softer than a tube of silly putty. "Let me pump you up so you can fuck me again."

Embarrassment crawled across his face. "Pumping won't do a damn bit of good, Katherine. Once a night is the best I can do when it comes to fucking. At sixty-three I consider myself lucky to be able to do it that often." His voice turned sly. "But if it's another orgasm you want, I'll gladly eat you into one."

Kitten laughed and patted him on the cheek. "Another time, Jason. Tonight I'm only interested in rounding out my education with cocks, not tongues. Maybe I'll drop by your office tomorrow and let you lick my pussy, okay."

Dr. Dubois nodded solemnly. "Whatever you say, Katherine. I can always find the time to take care of someone as young and dewy as you." He glanced at his watch. "Speaking of time, I'd better get home before my wife reports me missing to the island police. Is your trunk unlocked?"

"Yes." Kitten caressed him with her eyes. "And thanks to you, so is my pussy."

Dr. Dubois threw back his head and laughed.

Kitten was still naked when she pulled into the seashell parking lot that fronted Cleo Brill's Old Bottle Inn. Her eyes passed over the other vehicles in a sweeping gesture that missed nothing. She failed to find Dan's pickup among them. This suited her just fine. In her present mood, determined to pick up another man for a fuck-session, the last person she wanted to have a confrontation with was her husband.

Cock.

She was on the prowl for cock.

Any man's cock.

Her smile sagged. What a pity Dr. Dubois couldn't have treated her to another lesson in sex with that over-the-hill whang of his. Jesus, he had made her pop like a giant firecracker!

"In his prime, he must have been a bigger stud than Gil Savage," Kitten said aloud. "Judging by the size of that tool lie carries between his legs, he must have been a popular one, also. Long. Thick. Like a chair leg. Damn, just thinking about it is making me feel creamy all over!"

Kitten stopped talking to herself and crammed her colossal jugs inside the half-bra, and slipped into her blouse. Her motions were frantic. There might be another juicy dick in the offing; she wanted it. She dressed hurriedly and went inside the tavern. She paused near the entrance and some of the heat in her tush began to cool as she took a quick look around. Customers were few; pickings were poor. Even Steve Trent was among the missing.

Cleo Brill was running her own business, for a change. Catching Kitten's arrival, a pleased expression softened the lesbian's face as she trotted up to Kitten and said, "You look like an up-tight pussycat who could use a drink."

"What makes you think that?"

Cleo took a deep breath that shook her massive knockers. "You're here, aren't you?"

"So I am."

Cleo brayed a laugh. "Well, now that we've settled that bit of crap, how about the drink I think you can use?"

Kitten frowned at the lesbian she had once watched eat her late mother. "How come you're hustling your own customers tonight?"

"Blame it on your husband."

Kitten's eyebrows arched. "Dan's here?"

Cleo shook her head. "Not now. He showed up earlier and conned me into giving Steve the night off. Last I saw of them, they were stoned out of their gourds and bound for the mainland. Anything I can do for you?"

Kitten made no answer. She was busy thinking about the lipstick traces she had discovered on Dan's cock this morning, and wondering if he had gone to the mainland to get more of the same from his mysterious lady friend. A wicked smile tugged at her lips. It didn't matter. After tonight, when she learned how to be a whore in the bedroom, never again would her husband turn to another woman for sexual comfort…