Mary Moore - Whore wife

"Oh, you're beautiful here. My God!" he leaned over to kiss her upper thigh, flesh all over, and to nibble on its tender white skin.

Then his lips found their way upward and over to her pussy flesh, moist and clothed in their white panties. He cupped his palm over her mound.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. She pulled the elastic waist open herself and pushed his fine, large hand in, stuffing it down her groin.

He was quick to pick up on the idea. His fingers filled her magically and she lay back and squirmed and moaned, clapping her hand over her mouth at intervals to prevent her moans from being heard downstairs.

She was wet, so wet. "You're very warm here," John said, rubbing her pussy. "Your temperature is higher here than anywhere else."

"Sez who?" Linda snickered. "Oh, do it, do it some more. Please." The cravings were getting too much for her, in her pussy.

He fingered her clit and cunt hole fast and hard. She moaned and twisted and turned on the blue bandanna handkerchief. Soon she was groaning and her breath came in thick gasps.

"Please, more, more, oh, do it deep, John, oh, please." She spread her thighs as wide as her panty hose would allow. They clung around her calves, binding them together. But he was still satisfying her, and fast.

As he brought her to a climax, she shuddered and laughed deep in her throat. He kept jutting a finger in and out of her soft, moist cunt hole, and she found it deeply satisfying.

When she felt she'd had enough, given their short time together, she began fingering his zipper mid finally got it down. She dipped into his shorts and came up with her prize. His dick was as long as her husband's, yes, even a little longer, she thought. And a little thicker.

She clasped it gratefully, hard and erect. "Bring it here," she advised him. He came closer to her, walking on his knees, and she began sucking it until it was rock-hard. "Oh, put it in me, please, PLEASE!" she pleaded. She loved sucking him, but she didn't want to waste their brief moments on that, when she needed him so desperately inside her hot and juicy hole.

"Sure, sure, Linda, anything you say," he said gently. He pulled his pants down to his knees and mounted her, at the same time freeing her breasts from her bra and pushing her red blouse up. "Oh, they're beautiful," he gasped.

He touched them tenderly and leaned to suck them both, one at a time, squeezing and kneading the nipples and feeling the firm breast flesh. Linda moaned.

Then he entered her, at first the firm cockhead and then the whole staff. "Oh, give me your cock, give it here. Oh, plug me with it. Oh, please, please," she moaned, and she felt the cock filling her, stuffing her, filling her to capacity. Oh, it was that feeling she craved so terribly all the time.

"Oh, you're beautiful," he said, looking down and eyeing her half-clad, half-naked body beneath him. She looked up at him tenderly and felt his cock withdraw.

Then he choked her full of it once more, leaning over at the same time to caress her tits.

He held her thighs apart and began fucking her good now. And hard. When he tired of the in-out motion, he rotated his thick dick around and around inside of her.

It didn't take long till he was hammering home. Linda felt the hard dong press deep. Her blood ran hot. Her heart pounded. He fucked her rapidly and she loved it.

"Ohhhhh, John! You're great, oh, you're wonderful! Oh, you're the best teacher I ever had! Ohhhhhh! AIIHHHHH!"

In that moment, he clapped a hand over her mouth. He had climaxed just in time to stop her shrieking. His thick, warm semen was already dribbling out of his block.

Linda had felt it when he came. It was all she needed to feel fulfilled. The spunk had spurted against her cunt walls and was now dripping slowly, pleasantly, out of her. She'd felt the hand on her mouth right after that and her last screw was emitted into a muffling hand. Then John kissed and tongued her gaping mouth once more.

"Ohhhhhhh, John, ohhhhh, John, that was terrific! Where'd you learn to fuck like that?"

"Many years ago," he whispered, his lips still close to hers. "I used to be a hippie on the Lower East Side of New York. They call it the East Village. We used to fuck every night. And all day, too."

"Your girl friend and you?" asked Linda, smiling brightly. She hadn't really expected an answer, and any mention of another sexual experience he had had was inappropriate in such an intimate moment as this.

"Whoever," he answered, shrugging. "There were many. Sometimes several at one time."

"Must have been nice," said Linda, pulling away slightly and letting his now slack dick fall away. "Nice for me now. But somehow fucking in a music school becomes you, John, more than screwing half the East Village." She reached her arm as far as it would go and picked up the alto recorder which had somehow rolled off the music stand.

"Oh, I didn't mean to hurt you," said John sympathetically. "That was a long time ago."

"That's okay," said Linda. "Tell you what you do, to make it up to me."

"Sure, anything. But it can't take long."

She shoved the recorder at him. "Fuck me with this." She kept a straight face. "Please!"

John frowned. He gulped. "This?" he said.

"Yes," Linda cooed. "I want you to fuck me with it." She parted her thighs and held her pussy lips apart for him.

"I'm not sure it will fit," said John, trying to be good-humored, but hesitating. "Which end, the bell or the mouthpiece?"

"Well, which end looks to you more like the male sex organ?" Linda asked sweetly.

"Uh, you're right. Okay. Here goes." He inserted the mouthpiece end just inside her pussy lips.

"Ohhhhhh," moaned Linda. There was a sharp wooden edge on it, but the wetter she got, and the more her cunt hole expanded, the better it felt. The circumference was the size of any man's cock. And beyond the slat, where the air vibrated, it tapered slightly, and continued on, unlike any man's cock, for eighteen inches.

The recorder slipped further up her pussy. John rotated it around and around her inner cunt hole. It was touching her in all the right places now. It was a snug fit. He flitted his finger against her clit as he manned the recorder fucking-machine.

"Ohhhhhhh, John, do that, yes, like that! Oooooooh, that's good. Ohhhhhhh, it's so nice. Mmmmmm."

"I feel a little inadequate for you, Linda," said John evenly.

"No, don't, please, don't," she said. "Mmmmm, that feels so good. I just thought this a fitting climax to our lesson, don't you agree?"

Linda, in the middle of her pleasure, saw him close and open his eyes in mock impatience.

"Oh, please. Just a little more and I'll be satisfied. Okay?"

"You know if you masturbate too much, you'll never want to practice," warned John, fucking with gentle in and out motions of the recorder.

"This will be for the last time," sighed Linda from another pleasant and erotic world. "I promise." Her face was rosy and relaxed. Her breath was coming more slowly, deeply now. "Oh, I'm just about there! Oh, please God, now, let me come again! Now! Mmmmmmm."

She began humping herself hard against the recorder. Her breath came in short gasps. She began moaning. The instrument, planted deep inside, was too much for her. Her moans changed to deep guttural groans as the hot pleasure flashed through her groin.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned.

"Okay, time to get dressed, student. You're all mussed." John took a protective attitude toward her. As he helped to brush her skirt off, he said, "Don't forget now. Practice every day. Your music, that is. And try to keep your recorder dry. I know that might be difficult for you!"

When she straightened her clothes, he handed her purse and the recorder. John unlocked the door, and a young girl with long, straight brown hair, carrying a clarinet case, stared at Linda, as she entered.