Penny Driscoll: Sister_s husband

And then she was nakedly straining to cum, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her lust-constricted lips. Her frenzied motions became faster with each second as the tempo of her thrusts up against her dream husband became more and more urgent. The slippery juices of her wildly gyrating vagina were beginning to flow down and around her fingers, and a loud wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement rose and filled the room. Her back arched up off the squeaking bed as, with her feet planted flat on either side of the bed, she bucked upward wildly. It seemed to be going on forever.

"Oh God, yes Jim, I'm cumming… oh darling, I'm cummminnnggg at laasssst! Aaaaaaaaargghhh!" With a harsh deep throated groan Kay's hopelessly aroused body began to vibrate with the uncontrollable emotions that welled up inside of it. The wet, white orgasmic fluids flowed from the throbbing inner passage of her climaxing cunt and drowned her impaling fingers with its sticky warmth, before trickling down the shadowy crevice between her quivering young buttocks.

Kay felt as though her insides were splitting painfully as the length of her bunched up fingers desperately imitated the hugeness of her husband's penis. She could feel the pores of her tingling cunt clasping around it, forcing it to erupt in answer to her own excitation. Indeed, her lustfully dreaming brain created the sensation she needed… the feel of white hot spurts spewing from the big, thick head, filling her womb and foaming out of the contracting fleshy lips around the base of Jim's wildly jerking cock. One day this wonderful life-giving fluid would give her a child… and the hot walls of her quivering cunt hungrily sucked at the imaginary pole of Jim's hotly throbbing hardness until she felt that the last drop was sucked from it.

"Uuuuunnnnngh!" Kay lay still for a long moment, her fingers aching from the awkwardness of their position high inside her flooded vaginal passage. Slowly she recovered her strength, and with it came the gradual realization that Jim was not with her at all. He had seemed so real… the substance of him so close that she would have sworn she felt his weight upon her still nakedly vibrating body, his breath coming near her ear.

"Oh my God!" she cried, suddenly, raising herself up as her eyes blinked wide. There was a horrible thudding in her head as Kay sat bolt upright, completely sober in an instant.

With a terrible expression of disgust on her face which hardly began to describe what she was really feeling inside, Kay removed her fingers with something akin to horror as the drenched digits slipped slowly out of her battered young vagina. Looking down she could see the wetly matted hair of her finger-fucked furrow glistening in the faint light. It was almost dark outside!

The inside of her white thighs were lewdly smeared with a clear stickiness, and there was a wet circle staining the covers beneath her.

"I… I did it to myself!!" she cried in horror. She hardly ever touched herself, much less down there. Jumping up she hurriedly scrambled from the bed and dashed into the bathroom, where she began to draw the water for a steaming, hot bath. Her wrist watch told her that it was nearing 6 PM, and Jim had not yet come home.

The sound of the woman's voice on the phone rang repeatedly in her ear. Between her legs she felt a disconcerting sense of satisfaction, but her mind told her it was unreal… she had dreamed it all, while her own fingers had shamefully given her forbidden pleasure. Filled with torment about what she had done, she stepped into the filled tub, letting the piping hot water cover her nakedly trembling body. She felt the liquid warmth seeping in to soothe the burning of her sensitive cuntal lips, and rising to cover her healthily blushing breasts. Kay slid down as far as possible into the peace-giving liquid, leaving only the very tops of her creamy shoulders showing.

"I… I've got to get control of myself!" the dazed young blonde said, her closed eyelids fluttering as she spoke aloud to herself. The hot water swirled softly around her still body. "457 Turnabout Lane… 457 Turnabout Lane." She knew that the address was one of the most sought after neighborhoods in Granger. Her husband Jim had often spoken of moving there after his next promotion. Now they might never move anywhere, she thought bitterly… their marriage might not last that long unless she did something about it!

Already she knew that she was going to go that night to the address she'd been given over the phone. "What other choice do I have?" she asked herself, shuddering as she thought what she might discover later on that evening.

Ginnie shivered deliciously as she pulled the tight fitting shorts up over her trim little hips. She wiggled a little, and turned around so that she could see the deep outline of the cleft between her neatly rounded buttocks. The hot pants were of a shiny satiny purple, and Ginnie enjoyed the cheap look they had about them. Everybody was wearing them, she knew, and the tighter the better. Her long legs looked just perfect, she thought as she surveyed herself in the bedroom mirror, and the high heels with the open toes set the whole outfit off perfectly. She wore a pink silk blouse over which she pulled a hand crocheted "pot holder" vest with many colors in it. She looked gorgeous… pretty enough to convince Jim Carroll for good that he ought to be going with her… just the way the note said.

She herself had mailed the note to Kay Carroll the evening after she had visited Jim at his office in the bank, and she smiled a little now as she thought of what its impact might have been on the young matron who was the banker's wife! Ginnie had heard a lot about Kay Carroll… enough to know that she was stuck-up and thought she was better than just about everybody in the small town of Granger. The teenaged girl had seen her, too, several times… the most recent, shopping at the A amp; P, and she had wrinkled her nose a little bit when she'd noticed her picking out items in the gourmet food department. As though regular food wasn't good enough for her. Ginnie was certain that Jim was not at all happy with a woman like her… She'd been certain about it for some time really, especially since that night he'd come to the Reordon house, and she'd seen him take off his coat to have a fast drink with her father before borrowing the snow-plow.

God what a beautiful hunk of man! That's what she had thought then, and that was what she still thought. And her emotions were even stronger now that she could bring back the delightful memory of Jim's tongue licking steadily and wonderfully up between her legs. She parted those same legs now, and placed her hands defiantly on her hips, tossing her auburn hair back as she posed in a super-woman stance. She wore thin transparent tights that gave her well developed legs a naked appearance while at the same time casting a peachy glow upon them.

"Tonight, I get to feel more of his tongue…" she mused. "Tonight I'll get it all! ALL!" She would show Jim that he would really be happy with her… she was a little young, true, but she knew that she more than made up for that in experience. She bet that that Kay didn't even know how to give him a good fuck! She visualized that she and Jim would go together for a few months… maybe even a year… and then after his divorce… (she'd make sure that there were sufficient grounds all right) well then, she'd be the new Mrs. James O. Carroll. She'd be a very sensible wife, and take care of Jim the way a man of his looks ought to be taken care of! They'd travel a lot… and they'd make love just about all the time. And when they got a little bored they'd go out to parties together… like the party she was going to get Jim to go to that night. It was always nice to have a little variety she thought, having read an article to that effect in Cosmopolitan only the day before.