Mary Moore - Whore wife

"No, not out here it didn't," Gordon answered, rubbing his crotch.

"You poor boy. You must be starved for sex. Look, I'll make it up to you, what all those priggish girls did to you." She rubbed his gigantic hard-on affectionately. She traced its entire length with her fingers. She patted it fondly and struggled to her feet.

"I'll be right back."

"No!" he said, and pulled her back down. His voice was insistent. Determined. "You aren't going anywhere until you put out for me."

Linda frowned. "That's a disgusting expression." She scratched her head. "It sounds so… so forced. Like it's work or something. A chore. I never found sex a chore in my life, dear. And I'm not about to for a long, long time. Now will you let me get up and get that blanket, or do you want to get it?"

"I'll get it," Gordon said. He struggled to his feet and hobbled over to the car, clutching his groin all the while. He certainly did have a hard-on, Linda observed. It pushed his scout pants out, giving them the look of a pup tent.

Gordon came back with the blanket and a contorted expression on his face. "Here," he said and tossed the blanket to Linda. She immediately spread it out and began pulling off her dress.

Gordon sank to his knees and unzipped his fly. His cock came crashing out of his boxer shorts.

"Can I call you Linda?" She nodded and looked at him questioningly. "I-I'm afraid I haven't been a very good scout. I didn't come prepared. You know. Prophylactics." He blushed.

"They make them now in the color you're blushing. Did you know that?" Linda smiled gently. "No need for them, Gordon. No need for rubbers. I'm on the pill."

"Oh."

"You know about the pill, don't you?" Linda stood up and wiggled out of her panties. Gordon's eyes were riveted on her pelvis, pussy and thighs.

He only nodded, and kept staring at her. She was naked now except for her bra which clung at an awkward angle around her chest.

"Would you, please, Gordon?" she asked and twirled about so he could reach the clasp. She bent down so her ass jutted practically in his face.

He nodded again and was still nodding even after he finished unclasping her bra. She turned around again so he could see her entire naked body.

"You're beautiful," said Gordon. "Ravishing. Stunning. I don't know why you're doing this for me. I don't know why you want me."

"Why not? Just call it my good deed for the day, Gordon."

Linda was on all fours now on the blanket and crawling toward him. A loon's wail pierced the quiet. It was dusk.

Linda's breasts hung like mammoth melons. Gordon seized one and squeezed it as she came near him. Her hand grasped his boxer shorts and squeezed the mammoth cock. She quickly made him stand and pull down his pants and shorts.

There, before her eyes, was the largest cock she'd ever had the pleasure of tackling.

She took his long, thick instrument in both her hands. She whacked away at it. His staff was a pleasure to hold. It was stiff and cocksure and she felt its muscle work in and out of her hands.

"See?" she said to Gordon. "I'm not one to kiss and run. I go through with things. Because I want to. I like sex. I'm leaving my husband because he can't give me enough. Are you clear on that point?"

"So that's your story, huh? Ohhhh, Linda, that feels good. Mmmmmm, oh, that's great. Oh, help, I can't hold it for long."

"Yes, that's my stow. You're good for several rounds, aren't you, dear?"

She jacked him off even harder now, feeling around the moist, circumcised, cockhead and the narrow ridge under it. When she leaned to kiss the sensitive puckered area beneath, to touch it with the very tip of her wet tongue, he went ape.

"Ohhhhh, my God, oh, I'm going to come, uh-oh, you don't want me to come in your mouth, do you? Don't do that. Better not do that. I-I'm Catholic, Linda."

"You don't want to confess it?" Linda gasped between licks, horrified. "Well, honey, better to have loved and repent, I guess, than never…"

She couldn't help it. She had to lick it. She took the whole cockhead in her mouth and sucked on if voraciously, like a crazed, half-starved woman, like the woman that she was.

She licked rapidly all over the cock's surface. His attempt to tug away from her quickly faded under the expert persuasions of her warm moist tongue.

She licked all the way down the cock shaft to the base, lodged in a mass of black pubic hair. She squirmed down for a better lick at his balls, bobbing below the hair and she lapped those too. He squirmed and moaned his pleasure.

He clasped her head in his hands and ran his fingers down through her long hair that was now tousled around her arm and his cock.

Linda kept jacking the stiff flesh as her mouth made its way back to the cockhead. Then she lay down. Gordon positioned himself over her head, and she took his cock down her throat.

"Fuck me, fuck my mouth," Linda crooned with Gordon's meat in her mouth. "Fuck my throat. Go on. I dare you, cage scout. You'll get an award if you do."

Gordon, mounted on her, moved his pelvis and hips and huge, muscular thighs rapidly back and forward, plunging in and out of her gaping mouth. "More, more, Gordon," she mumbled.

He penetrated her mouth further, working the cock back more and more touching the back of her oral cavity. Her moist lips sucked on it and her hot oven-like breath wafted sweetly over it. Finally the cockhead found its way down into her throat cavity.

It made her gag at first. She felt like she was choking. Then she began breathing easily, around the sides of the cock, taking pains not to gag. The cock felt so good lodged in her throat like that. He fucked her throat gently then she signaled him to give her the works.

Meanwhile she played with her pussy. Gordon was a beginner. He couldn't be expected to think of things like that. So she fingered her own sizzling pussy flesh, penetrating her cunt hole, juicy and dripping, and bringing out the thick honey, twirling her fingers around her gaping hole.

"Nghnnghngh," he was groaning as the first few drops of come were dribbling from his slit.

She held tight to his thigh with one hand, bracing her weight against it, as she continued finger-fucking her wet pussy with the other.

She licked and sucked his prick feverishly now. She knew he was going to come any second. And he did, gushing into her mouth and pouring cum down her throat.

She nearly gagged on it, the fluid was so thick and prolific. But she took it, a little at a time, a mouthful at a time. She kept swallowing as fast as it came. She gulped and sucked and sucked and gulped. She sucked all the remaining fluid out of the shrinking prick.

Then she let the penis fall out of her gasping mouth. Her chest heaved. She was panting. Then she went to work on her own pussy. She was so hot and horny she could hardly stand it.

"Oh, Gordon, help me, help me, honey." She began shoving both her hands and all her fingers into her twat.

Gordon eased down onto the blanket, exhausted. And just in time, for a car was going by very slowly. The two lovers looked up. The could barely see it through the bushes. It continued on out of sight.

"How do I help you?" asked Gordon. "Boy, I feel great. Terrific. Wait'll I tell the guys in the troop about this!"

"Better not," Linda advised. "At least don't tell them who your partner was." She pushed her finger over her clit and rubbed frantically.

"But they'll never believe me unless I do," Gordon said. He turned on his side and began feeling her pubic hair, rubbing his hands in the thick blond growth and pulling the hairs till they made little raised places on her pussy flesh.

"Ow, don't pull my hair," said Linda. "Please, help me, Gordon. Get down to business. We don't have much time."

Gordon leaned over and kissed and sucked on her tit as he mauled the other with his left hand.