Don Scott: The doctor_s horny wife

For all his early hesitation, Bob hadn't been a bad man to start her lusty campaign with. Still keeping his prickhead between her full lips, Christina gulped down his cum and sucked his prick until his cockshaft was soft and clean. Finally, she let his prick staff slip from her lips tender embrace, and she looked up at her lover.

"Well, how was my cocksucking?"

"Fantastic! I've never known anyone who could suck cock so good!" Bob slumped against a tree weakly, his knees suddenly threatening to buckle. "I think you sucked the very life right out of me and my prick."

"Come on, I'm not that good," Christina said, getting to her feet.

She looked at Bob and frowned. He looked almost green. Maybe he wasn't in as good shape as she had earlier supposed.

"We'd better go for a walk. You never can tell if someone called the cops. Besides, a good walk will restore your energies and then you can fuck me."

Bob looked at her incredulously. His face was a mask of sheer horror. "Are you out of your mind?" he asked, stepping farther away from her and pulling up his pants at the same time. "Are you trying to kill me? Is that it? You get your kicks from working over old men like me! You suck the life out of their bodies, and you work them over until they have a heart attack. That's it, isn't it?"

Christina looked at the poor, frightened old bastard. He had never come across a horny woman quite like her before. With her hands on her hips and a strange, condescending smile on her lips, she shook her head.

"Go on, little man. Run home to the wifey. And next time you cuddle up to that fat body of hers, you think about me and what you passed up."

Bob walked home on weak legs, stumbling occasionally. Christina watched him go, mildly amused at how weak he was. Yes, indeed, Christina thought, you've got a knack for blow-jobs, old girl. You've got the knack!

In the distance, Christina could see a couple kids – boys in their teens – moving closer. Time to make a hasty escape and figure out what the fuck to do about the incessant itching in her cunt, Christina decided.

The bar was a tacky little joint in the Beacon Hill section of Boston. The brick streets were so narrow, there was not even enough room for cars to pass each other. And all the buildings in the area were anywhere from 130 to 200 years old.

Christina sat at the bar, rather than one of the quaint tables, and ordered a gin martini. She lit a cigarette and smiled at the bartender when he gave her the drink.

"Where the hell does a girl find some action around here?" she asked, her eyes holding a hint of mischief in them.

"I'm not altogether sure I know what you mean," the bartender replied.

He was in his middle forties and had been a bartender most of his adult life. He had seen just about everything, but a woman as good-looking as Christina looking for action was something way the hell out of the ordinary.

"If you're looking, for a little rock and roll with the lights out, I'm up for the taking," he said.

Christina eyed the man. He had a slight pot belly, but that didn't bother her. The bartender seemed educated, even if he did work in a small bar that didn't have a lot of customers. You never can tell who does and who doesn't have an education, she thought.

"Yeah, I think I tan handle that easy enough." Her eyes met the bartender's. They both knew fucking the night away was in their future. "When do you get off?"

"I can get off on you," he said with a leer, "but I have to work until two. That's when the bar closes."

Christina glanced at her watch. It was a little past midnight. What the hell? Why not drink for awhile before getting some hard cock shoved into her cunt?

By two, Christina was drunk. The bartender, afraid that she might suddenly back down on her part of the deal, kept making her martinis stronger and stronger. By the end of the evening, Christina was virtually drinking straight gin.

"By the way," the bartender said, openly staring at Christina's massive tits, "my name's Tony. Tony's the name."

"Darling. You can call me darling." Christina giggled at her own joke and downed what remained of her drink. It was nearly two, and Tony was already putting the chairs on the tables and chasing out the customers.

"Come on," Tony said after the last of the customers had left. "I've got a friend I want you to meet." He grabbed his cock through his pants, motioning for Christina to go outside. Christina, drunk, didn't realize that Tony's friend was actually his cock.

"Are we going to get in a three-way?" she asked, her tongue feeling thick. "Oh, no, I'm afraid I've gotten drunk. Isn't that something? Funny how things like that seem to make me more hornier."

She put her arm around Tony's waist as they walked down the dimly lit street. He put his arm around her shoulders, his hand dangling very close to her pleasantly plump tit.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to fuck your eyes out."

"They say love is blind," Christina replied, then started laughing again. Somehow she just couldn't take Tony seriously. After Bob had turned into a complete dud, except, of course, for the bellyful of hot jizz he had provided, Christina just couldn't take anything seriously. If Tony turned out to be a dynamite fucker, then she'd see him again. And if he turned out to be a bum fuck, well, that wouldn't hurt her, anyway.

Tony let his fingers graze Christina's tit, and when Christina didn't make any move to stop him, he boldly cupped her heavy, firm tit mound. Even through her blouse and bra, Tony could feel Christina's hard nipple pressing out. Never before had he felt a tit as large and firm as Christina's.

He, too, had had more than a couple drinks. He had convinced himself they were only to calm his jagged nerves so Christina wouldn't know how nervous he was. And now his mind in a pleasant buzz from the booze, he was ready for fucking.

Christina felt him squeeze her tit and fondle her hard nipple. Instantly, she wanted to fuck. To fuck immediately. She turned to Tony and moved closer. She wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck and pressed her fat tits against his chest, driving Tony mad with lust.

He pushed her back into a doorway where it was dark and secluded from any traffic that might come by. Christina didn't protest. A little foreplay in the streets wasn't so bad, she decided. Not many hours earlier, she had sucked an old fart's cock in the Commons, why not do a little necking in Beacon Hill?

"You're somethin' else," Tony hissed, pressing his body against Christina's. He felt her tits mash against his chest, felt Christina rub her pussy against his throbbing cock. Tony pressed his lips down on Christina's, his tongue searching, frisking, playing in her mouth. Both their tongues darted, playing a silly, passionate, lusty game. Tony's hands slithered between their bodies, cupping a tit in one hand while unbuttoning Christina's blouse with the other.

"Yessssssssss!" Christina said as Tony buttoned her blouse and started kissing her neck. The clasp of her bra was between the cups, and after Tony's trembling hands proved too clumsy to unhook it, Christina helped him along by unfastening it herself. A moment later, her tits – all thirty-eight inches of them – popped into view, drawing a gasp of absolute erotic delight from Tony.

"Ho-lee-shit!" he gasped then buried his face in the milky smooth tit-flesh. Tony inhaled deeply and drank in the sweet fragrance of her perfumed tits. He wanted Christina. He wanted her more than anything in the world. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything.

"Ooohhhh!" Tony groaned as his hungry lips captured Christina's large pink nipple. The nipple, engorged with lust, stood out solidly in the middle of the pliant titflesh. Tony almost cried he was so happy. Many times he had watched the guys picking up girls in the bar. Sometimes he even managed to get a date with one customer or another, but nothing like this ever happened to him before.