Mark Smith - Red-hot wife

Still the thing within her continued to pulse, making her cunt quiver and tremble for what seemed like an eternity.

I don't know how many times she came, but when it looked like she was going to faint from exhaustion, she finally reached down and withdrew the vibrator.

Almost immediately a gushing torrent of cum shot out of her cunt. I almost creamed all over myself just watching; she looked like a fountain erupting.

Then she clicked off the vibrator and held it up in front of her. For the first time I noticed that it was glistening with honey.

Ginny's love juice.

Without hesitating for a single second I reached out and took it from her. It was warm and wet, and reacting to my first impulse I put it in my mouth.

Immediately I had my first taste of a woman's honey, and I found myself wishing there were more for me to taste.

It was delicious.

When I had gobbled down the last of her cuntjuice, I hesitantly clicked on the switch at the bottom of the cock-shaped tool.

It came to life in my hands.

Even though it didn't make any noise, the feeling that it gave me was one of total electricity. My hands began to quiver and tremble almost immediately; their reaction was so strong that the thought of what this thing might do to my cunt almost made me faint.

Ginny, her eyes no longer glazed, moved closer to me and began to take off my clothes. A few moments later I was completely naked, still holding the humming instrument in my bands.

She took it from me.

"Lie down, hon. Let me do this."

I nodded.

Once I was on my back, I couldn't see the vibrator any more. But I could see Ginny's face, and the result was that I knew she was staring directly into my cunt.

I spread my legs wider.

She smiled, and I could imagine what she was looking at as she moved the machine closer and closer to my pulsing slit.

Then she touched me with it.

"Aaaahhhhhh…" I groaned, feeling sudden shock waves shoot through my entire body.

"Relax."

"You're kidding."

Ginny smiled. So far she hadn't inserted the pulsing wand into my cunt, but had only let it run lightly around the outside.

Now she began to move it up around the fringes of my cunt, brushing over my hair, sliding across the skin of my stomach.

"I…"

"Shhhhhh."

I shut up.

A moment later she touched my left nipple with it, and I thought I was going to go crazy. My whole body seemed to catch in. My legs began twitching, shoving in all different directions until she mercifully lifted the vibrator away from my tit.

I tried to lie still, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, but it was no use. My body wanted to squirm, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Then suddenly, without warning Ginny rammed the entire dildo up my cunt, shoving it in to the hilt with a motion so swift that I had no chance to react or prepare myself.

"Aaaaiiieeeee!" I screamed.

My whole body went berserk. My legs kicked up wildly in the air, my crotch began thrusting around a if it had a mind and will of its own, and my back began to arch and throw me about the couch as if I were a rag doll.

I came almost immediately.

The first wave shot through me like a cannon ball, wrenching my breath from my lungs and causing me to whimper and moan like a scared puppy.

But that a only the beginning.

Again and again waves of release shot through me, only to be bottled up by the pulsing plug inside my cunt. I was able to come, and yet somehow it was incomplete.

Finally Ginny took pity on me and clicked off the vibrator.

"Ohhhhhhh, Goddddd," I moaned.

"Spread your legs."

I did as I was told, aware that my pussy was as totally worn out as I could ever even imagine it being.

But what was Ginny doing?

The haze that had descended over me in the first moments after Ginny had turned the tool off was beginning to leave me. I looked down to see if I could tell what was going on.

Ginny was bending over, her tits brushing against the couch beneath her. After a few moments she seemed satisfied that she was in the correct position; her face was just a few inches from my cunt.

I still didn't know what she was going to do, but I didn't have to wait very long to find out.

She reached up with both hands and pulled out the dildo.

Almost immediately I felt a quick rush of cum shooting out of my suddenly empty slit. But before any of the creamy fluid could reach the entrance Ginny had her mouth in place. She didn't miss a drop.

I thought about all the oils I had seen shooting from her cunt the moment she pulled out the dildo, and now I realized what she was doing.

Not a drop was going to be waited.

Eagerly she licked and sucked, gobbling down all I had to give her. I didn't move; there was nothing I could do at this point. My mind was foggy, and I had no objection to what she was doing.

Why should I?

Besides, I was utterly, totally exhausted.

Howard was waiting for me when I got home. Two things were obvious right from the beginning: one, that he was drunk and two, that he was mad.

I didn't want to be bothered with any of it. I was tired, frazzled, and not the least bit interested in anything he had to say or do.

"Carol." His voice was stern.

"I'm going to bed, honey," I said, trying to be nice so as to avoid a fight. For a moment I thought it worked, because he allowed me to go upstairs to the bedroom without saying anything else.

Unfortunately, I was wrong.

He followed me up the stairs and, as I was undressing for bed, walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

"You look tired, Carol."

"I am."

"Why?"

"Look, I'll tell you tomorrow. It was my first day on the job and I'm pooped. You can understand that, can't you?"

I looked up into his eyes, trying to look as sweet and innocent as possible. It didn't fool him.

"You've been fucking your cunt off all day," he stated, his voice grating like two rocks being rubbed together.

"Oh, Howard. Really!"

"Sit down and shut up."

I looked at him, and was surprised and a little bit concerned to note the look of intensity on his face. He was really hot.

Oh shit.

"I know what your job is, Carol. You're nothing but a fucking whore for doing it."

I didn't say anything. "Aren't you going to say something?"

"I'm tired."

"I'll bet you are. Let me see your cunt."

"Howard!"

"Let me see it!"

He raised his hand as if he were about to hit me. After looking at him for a moment, I determined that he wasn't kidding.

I pulled down my panties. "Now spread your fucking legs."

"Jesus, Howard."

"Do it!" I did it.

He grabbed me roughly, spreading my legs even wider, then pulling apart my pussy lips. When he was finished, he looked inside me for a second, then jammed two fingers into my cunt.

"Owwwww!" I wailed. "Hurts, huh? How's that?"

He jammed another finger into me. This time I didn't cry out; obviously that was what he wanted to hear, so it wouldn't do me a bit of good to do it.

"How many, Carol?"

"How many what?"

"How many cocks have been in there today?"

"Fuck you."

He slapped me. Hard. Harder than he ever had before. I felt hot tears rush into my eyes, but I held them back. It would do no good to break down now; none at all. He would love it if I did, and then things would only get worse.

But they got worse anyway.

"You listen to me, Carol, and listen good. I've taken your shit just about as long as I'm going to. Do you understand? Now tell me! How many men did you fuck today."

"You're a bastard."

"Answer me."

"One."

"Stop lying."

"It's the truth. Just one."

"Well," Howard grinned lewdly, "he must have had quite a cock to mess up your cunt this badly. Quite a cock indeed."