David Brown: Always horny wife

Johnny could take no more. He reached up and, taking Amber by the shoulders, pulled her down beside him. Before she could protest, he knelt between her thighs, lifted up her legs, and slammed his pulsating prick up her helpless snatch. The brunette trembled. She reached up and pulled him down on her. His head was buried between her tits. She wrapped her legs around his ass and locked her ankles together. He felt her pulling his cock inside her snatch.

For the next five minutes, Johnny pumped her wildly, ramming her tube and slamming his cock all the way inside. Amber was writhing and panting. Her arms and legs lashed out wildly, slamming against him. She raked his back with her long fingernails, making him wince. All the while, her snatch muscles tightened and loosened spasmodically around his throbbing meat.

Then he was spurting his load inside her, causing her to jerk and pound her gash brutally against his spending shaft. Eight angry jolts of thick semen penetrated her, filling her up and causing her tubes to gush hotly. She sucked him dry, until he went limp with a weak groan.

A few minutes later, he fell to her side and lay panting and heaving in exhaustion.

Giggling, Amber jumped up from the bed.

"Christ!" she squealed, walking over to the bathroom. "I've been needin' a good fuck like that for ages!"

Drying herself off, Amber walked into the bedroom.

Johnny wasn't there. She noticed that his dotes were not in the room. For Chrissakes, she thought angrily. Is one lousy screw all I'm gonna get?

He was in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette and sipping a drink from the bottle on the counter. He smiled at her naked body and then noticed that she was angry. "Whatsa matter?" he asked.

"What the hell you doin' in here?"

"You couldn't be lookin' for more action, couldja? I mean, after a screw like that…"

"I'm horny," she explained. "Why the hell did you follow me here, anyway? I kind of thought you wanted to fuck, too."

He shrugged. "I did. But what about your old man? When's he gettin' back…"

"Just forget about my old man," she said, reaching out to take his hand. "We still have nearly an hour left. Let's not waste it, for Chrissakes."

Picking her up, Johnny laid her down on the kitchen table. She just looked up at him and waited for him to do more. Her legs were dangling over the edge of the table. Suspecting what was going to happen, Amber spread eagled her arms and gasped the corners of the table. Then she closed her eyes and waited.

Kneeling on the floor between her spread thighs, Johnny soon discovered that he was at the perfect height. Moving closer to the edge of the table, he licked his lips and began tickling and fondling Amber's pussy and clit with his tongue. The brunette wiggled, shaking the table. She parted her thighs farther and moaned when Johnny rested his hands on her warm thighs.

He tongued her ferociously, his tongue climbing into her greasy, lapping up the pussy milk, beating her insides. Amber kicked and, groaning, popped her rocks in his face. Johnny fingered her hole until she popped again and again.

When be thought she was ready to be fucked, Johnny picked her up and let her rest on the table. Her legs still dangled over the edge. She wrapped her arms around him and they kissed deeply. Then he lifted her up and waited until she had wrapped her legs around his waist. When she had locked her ankles just above his ass, be wrapped his arms around her waist. They kissed again. Amber's arms tightened around his neck. She felt him rubbing the lips of her quivering gash with his fingers, and she moaned. Her titties were mashed against his chest.

Wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock, Johnny pressed the tip against the lips of her wet match. Amber immediately pounded herself against him, and her pussy lips swallowed his dong head whole. In one motion, she thrust her lower body downwards. Squealing in delight, she felt the hot meat sliding up her tube. Struggling in his arms, she pounded out fresh pussy milk and waited for him to completely fill her insides.

Then she was jumping on him wildly, like a bronco rider. Her swollen pussy raced up and down his throbbing rod. Her screams were loud in his ears. He tightened his grip around her, felt her strong slit muscles fastening around his thick hose, and gasped each time her pussy swallowed his cock in one greedy gulp.

While she was dancing on his prick, Johnny walked over to the doorway. Amber felt her back rubbing against the wall. She sucked in her breath and pounded herself even more brutally on his swollen cock. Johnny just closed his eyes, held her by the waist, and felt his jism erupting within his dancing balls.

Amber began to twitch and quiver in his arms. Her ass pounded, and her slit dripped milk over his thighs. Johnny watched her titties as they bounced everywhere. He buried his face in their softness and took hold of a thick, cherry nipple with his teeth. The brunette nearly jumped three feet in the air. Her scream was so loud that it made him wince. He felt her rocks popping again and again, but he did not release the thick nipple. He continued sucking it and biting it while the woman pounded her gushing honey hole onto his swollen snake.

A minute later, Johnny's rod flushed her tube with thick sperm. Amber went crazy, moving her hips and cunt on him like a jackhammer and pounding her titties in his face. She felt his balls slapping her in the ass. Crying out, the brunette sprayed his spurting snake with honey water again and again, until she went limp in his arms.

She woke up in her bedroom. Johnny was already dressed. When he saw that she was up, he sat down on the edge of the bed, bent over, and kissed her on the lips.

"You're not leavin' yet," she said, sighing deeply.

"I'll be back," he promised.

She looked at him. "You're not just teasin' me, are you?"

"Nope. How often does the average guy find a cunt as creamy as yours?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. How often?"

"Once in a lifetime."

He put on his coat. "Is your number in the phone book?" he asked.

She nodded.

He bent over and kissed her. "I'll call you tomorrow," he said.

Then he left the house.

Amber, as usual, had dinner alone that night. Hal had not come home yet. She had known better than to expect a phone call. Hal never called her to tell her that he'd be late.

She didn't care. She was so used to this treatment that, if Hal did act differently, she would think something was wrong. It wasn't his fault really. It was just the way Hal was.

After she cleaned up the kitchen, Amber took a long, cool bath, washed her hair, and lay down in bed. Half an hour later, she began to fall asleep.

An hour later, Hal came home.

She awoke to see him undressing a few feet from the bed. "You just get home?" she asked groggily.

He turned around and looked at her. "Didn't mean to wake ya up," he said.

"That's all right." Amber lay back down and closed her eyes.

"Anything exciting happen today?" he asked, getting into bed beside her.

"Nope. Nothin' you'd be interested in."

"Same old thing, huh?" He yawned and lay down. "Night."

"Yeah." For the next fifteen minutes, Amber watched the heavy, motionless form of her sleeping husband. Then she suddenly found herself growing angry. "Bastard," she said, tossing the sheet off and getting up. She went into the bathroom to change.

"Bastard," she repeated angrily as she dressed. "I'm gettin' hornier while the only thing he ever gets is fatter!"

Johnny was standing just inside the doorway as she entered the club. She just couldn't believe it. Suddenly she felt as though she had been waiting for this moment for years.

He led her over to a table and they sat down.