Mary Moore - Whore wife

"Atta, boy," sighed Linda. "Mmmmmm, oh, yes, like that. Make the nipple wet. Lick on it. Suck on it. Ohhhh, that feels good." She kept finger-fucking her pussy rapidly. "Now drop your left hand to my pussy. I'm Gordon. Please. Oh, I need you there."

Gordon did as he was told. His large fingers delved into her pussy hole as her own fingers reluctantly abandoned it. He inserted one thick finger deep into her hole and she cried out in wild abandon.

"That's it, Gordon," she panted. "Like that, boy. Ohhhhh, deep, go deeper, go clear up to the cervix. Yes, there, that's the cervix. Roll your finger around inside of me! Mmmmmmm!"

"You're so wet," he said, looking at her. "Is that alright?"

"Yes, of course, Gordon, it's all right. Just do more of it. See? Mmmmmm. I'm getting bigger. I'm gaping. Oh, feel me, feel me inside, Gordon! Use two fingers!"

Gordon inserted his forefinger into her cunt along with his middle finger.

"Yes, oh, yes, oh, that's wonderful! Mmmmmm!" Two of his thick fingers filled her to capacity. She was now chock full of Gordon's fingers.

Her own finger was flitting rapidly over, her clit now.

"Show me how to do that," Gordon begged. "What is that there? What are you doing?"

"Mmmnmmm," Linda moaned as she whacked away, rubbing hard, making her love bud swell. "It's-it's my clit. Clitoris. Can't be technical at a time like this, Gordon. Just rub it. Rub it hard!"

Gordon did so. "There?"

"Over to the right a bit."

"There?" Gordon changed position and leaned now full length over her. He had a bird's-eye view of her pussy.

He was examining the fleshy folds of her pussy cleavage with the eye of a lab technician. He parted the slit lips and saw where she was pointing.

"Yes, there," sighed Linda when he found her clit. He rubbed. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, honey!"

He was a good lover, that Gordon. Already his hands and finger were going every which way our her fine luscious body, tweaking her nipples and mauling her tits, gouging deeply into her craving cunt hole, and rubbing her budding clit, until her whole groin exploded into a flew orgasm!

She humped against his hands, panting and craving to satisfy herself once and for all. "Oh, morn, more, Gordon, oh, da it more!" she cried. "MORE!"

He rubbed frantically and she humped frantically. The itching reached a crescendo in her body once again, higher the second time, and subsided.

Her chest heaved. "Oh, that was wonderful. Oh, Gordon, thank you. Thank you, honey. Oh, I feel good. I feel great again. Mmmmmmm."

"In what way?" Gordon couldn't keep his hands off her. "How do you feel when you come? You look terrific. So sexy."

Linda opened her eyes. "That's sweet. You're so much nicer now. You've improved a hundred per cent in the last half hour. See what sex does for you?"

Gordon laughed. She went on.

"It's just like an itching and a rising and a craving for release, from the itch and from the tightness, the tension. Then zoom! You're off and exploding. It's tremendous. You must feel something like that."

"Well," sighed Gordon. "A pay just aches to release it, I guess. His balls chum. The gunk has to go somewhere."

"So you know all the words after all."

"Never used them with anyone before. I've filled the toilet with gallons, with buckets of my cream. It gets lonely stroking at midnight."

Linda looked at him and smiled. She passed her hand over his brow and raised herself to kiss him. "I imagine it does," she said gently. "You'll just have to find yourself a girl friend."

"I don't know anyone who does it, who'll do it with in," Gordon explained.

"Seek and you shall find," said Linda. "Now that you aren't afraid anymore, now that you know what it's all about, I predict things will get better for you."

"I wasn't afraid before," said Gordon defensively.

"No, I know you weren't," said Linda. She paused. "You know there's something else a woman likes to feel."

"What's that?" said Gordon, looking up and tousling her hair tenderly.

"She likes to be filled. She likes to be filled with a man's giant hard cock. She likes him to fuck her and empty his spunk right into her cunt. That's what it's all about. As far back as Adam." And Linda's hand went to Gordon's slack penis and began jacking it.

"Oh," said Gordon smiling. "Well, good luck, if you can. I imagine you're good at that, getting it up again, I mean. Tell me, how many men have you had?"

"Oh, I lost count," Linda said, not wanting to discuss the subject.

"Really?" asked Gordon, perking his ears. "Boy, I hope I can say that some day."

"You will, you will," Linda said confidently. "With a slick like yours, you'll need a manager."

Gordon laughed. "You know something? You make me feel good."

"I'm glad, baby. Now make me feel good." And she felt the boy's cock respond to her slow and patient whacking.

"Mmmmmm," moaned Gordon softly. Disbelievingly, he watched his stick grow, he watched his muscle stuff itself with blood, blood rolling through his veins. His balls stirred again.

"Mmmmmmm, I knew you could do it, I knew you had it in you, Gordon."

There was silence for a minute. Linda rubbed and rubbed until she had a good stiff erection going. Then she rubbed some more to make sure it was rock-hard.

She carried saliva from her mouth to the hard cockhead and lubricated it. No need to get involved with sucking him off again. She wanted to make sure he got it in her pussy where she needed it the most.

She jacked the engorged dick a few seconds longer, then tugged it gently towards her. "You can put it in, Gordon. Go ahead. Your first woman. Mount me. Get on me."

Gordon clambered awkwardly atop her and assumed a high push-up position. His stiff cock jutted straight out in front of him and grazed Linda's soft thigh.

She spread her legs wide, exposing her juicy cunt hole to the proddings of his cockhead. "Go in, go in," she coaxed him.

He rammed against her pussy hard and bumbling. He couldn't find the hole. Linda grabbed his stiff staff and nudged it against her inner pussy lips. Gordon gasped. So near to the pot of gold.

Linda guided his prick into her, finding the hole and letting him thrust his cock in. He sent his prick flying halfway up her cunt hole.

"Nghnnghngh," groaned Linda. "Go easy. Be gentle. Ah, that's it. Easy does it." She bore down as Gordon moved the remaining part of his dick deep into her. "Ohhhh, tooooooo much! Fuck me now, Gordon! Fuck me!"

Gordon plunged his dick straight up her again, after pulling nearly out.

"Nghnghngh," moaned Linda. "N quite so hard, I told you!" She guided him by setting up a rhythm of her own. She thrust back with her hips. Then she thrust her pelvis up and forward and grabbed his hard, muscled buttocks, pulling him forward at the same time.

Linda had a chance to freshen up in the motel restroom before entering the noisy party. She didn't look too bad for having just seduced a Boy Scout at the reservoir. She paper-toweled herself between her legs when no one else was looking. She toweled the musty, easily detected odor of semen away.

She quickly dropped her dress-skin when a woman entered. The woman, young and pretty, entered a stall, weaving.

Linda shrugged. Boozing it. She'd never notice. Linda brushed off her dress with her hand. She applied her make-up quickly. I need more dresses, she was thinking. I must have time for that sewing class. How can I sandwich it between the assertiveness training class and the flute lessons? Well, I'll manage it, she thought.

It was now or never. Linda gave one last look into the mirror. She emerged from the restroom and made her way to the large dining room. No one stopped her as she entered.

She edged between people, smiling at each man who looked her way, till she got to the bar. "V.O. and seven," she said.