J Watson: Hot country wife

"Oh fuck," Don moaned. "Oh fucking Jesus!"

"Come on my titties!" Lynn cried out. "Please come. I want to feel your hot cum all over me. I want to rub it into my hot skin. Come on me, baby!"

"Oh Christ!" Don cried out savagely. "Christ, this feels good. Christ, you little cunt. Use your Goddamned cunt hands on me! Oh, you sweet cunt! Cunt!"

Nothing could have made Judy take her eyes off that red bloated cock. She was fascinated as she saw the first pearly drops spurt from the end. She would have thought that Lynn would try to escape from the shower of hot cum. Instead she saw that Lynn was rubbing the cum into her skin. Then the thick wad of jism spurted from his swollen knob all over her trembling belly and tits.

"That's what I like," Lynn told him. "Cover me with it!"

Judy kept her fingers working inside her cunt as she watched the young couple. Don rubbed his knob against the girl's belly and then her cunt. Lynn was smiling as she touched his cock gently.

"Did it feel good?" Lynn asked.

"It felt very good," Don groaned.

Immediately the young couple was in a great hurry to leave. In a few minutes they had dressed. Lynn started to look a little guilty as the heat of passion passed. Don gave her no time to start an argument. He hustled her into the car and Judy watched until it had pulled away.

Judy leaned back against the tree and shut her eyes. Her pussy felt so hot as she worked her fingers against her cunt. It wasn't the young man fucking her, but Judy was dreaming that it was.

She was dreaming that the young man was on top of her, ramming his prick into her hungry cunt.

"Oh God," Judy moaned. "God, God, oh goooood!"

She felt her pussy juices soaking her fingers as her belly tensed up and then exploded in a shiver of pleasure. It was so damned good, but it left her with a feeling of guilt. She had been doing something wicked. She had been playing with her pussy like some kind of juvenile. She had not acted anything like a normal adult woman should be acting.

Judy got up and straightened her clothes. Her knees still felt a little weak. It took her a long time to walk back to the farmhouse. The first thing she did was take a little drink from the whiskey bottle Buford kept hidden in the kitchen cabinet. He called it his medicine bottle. She was glad he wasn't home. She would have hated to explain her shaken condition. She couldn't explain it to herself. She didn't know why she had acted as she had, but she knew that the episode in the woods had been the most exciting thing that had happened to her in a long time.

Judy wondered what was going to happen the next time she got so horny she couldn't control herself.

Judy heard the screeching tires and she immediately knew who it was. There was only one person who drove like an idiot on Collins Road. She turned her head long enough to see the fire engine red Ford pulling up beside her. Buddy Wright put his head out the window.

"You want a ride?" he asked.

"No, thank you," she answered.

Buddy Wright had a reputation as a wild young man. Often Judy had caught him looking at her oddly, as if he could see right through her clothes. Judy usually didn't like the feeling. Today his gaze made her feel horny.

She realized why she felt that way. Buddy looked like Don. Buddy had the same powerful shoulders as the boy she'd seen in the woods. She found herself remembering Don's hard cock. It was a crazy way to feel in the middle of the afternoon.

"Are you sure I can't give you a ride?" Buddy asked again.

Judy kept thinking about what had happened in the woods. She started to get hot. She made her decision. When she nodded, she saw the look of surprise on Buddy's face. He had never expected her to accept his offer. She walked around and got into the car.

Judy noticed that Buddy had a six pack of beer on the floorboard. She licked her lips. It had been a long time since she had tasted beer. Buford refused to have it in the house. Her husband thought that it wasn't right for a church member to have beer around the house. He considered beer a redneck drink.

Judy could remember the taste she'd loved as a teenager. She was tempted to ask Buddy for a can, but she didn't want to act too free with him. The young boy had enough wrong ideas. It wouldn't do to give him any more.

"How do you like my car?" Buddy asked.

Buddy was a very fast driver. She leaned back in her seat as Buddy shifted gears. She could hear the tires screeching each time he changed a gear. He was taking the corners too fast. It was frightening. It made her a little tingly.

"You drive it too fast," Judy said.

"Yeah," Buddy said. "But most people like to go fast."

There was a lot of suggestion in his words. He drove right past Judy's house but Judy didn't say anything. She was waiting to see what he would do. He turned off on the road that led to the area where the teenagers had parked the night before. One thing about Buddy. He had a lot of nerve.

"What are you doing?" Judy asked.

"I thought we might stop and have a beer."

"You're crazy," she said.

"Don't you like beer?" he asked.

"Of course I like beer."

"Then have one with me," Buddy insisted. "They're ice cold. I just bought them."

It was pure foolishness. Judy was a married woman and anyone could have seen them drive into the woods. Her house was just around the bend. It was within walking distance. She should walk away right now. But she couldn't resist. She found herself reaching for the beer that he popped open for her.

"Ummmm," she said, as she sipped at the liquid. She felt the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her. It was a nice feeling. She stretched her legs out in front of her. The end of her skirt slid up past her thighs. She felt Buddy's eyes on her but she didn't give a damn.

"Do you like it?" Buddy asked.

"Oh yes," she said. "I haven't had a beer in a long time. It's really good."

Buddy moved closer to her in the seat. She knew he was about to put his arm around her. She wondered how she was going to react. Buddy was a young man and he couldn't have had a lot of experience with girls. He would be hesitant about trying anything with an older woman.

Judy was very wrong. Immediately Buddy slipped his arm around her shoulder. She felt his strong fingers caressing her skin. She started getting hot.

"What are you doing now?" Judy asked.

"I thought we could be more comfortable," Buddy said.

"Take your arm from around me. I agreed to have a beer with you. That doesn't mean you can start pawing me. I'm a happily married woman."

The tone of her voice made Buddy back off. She saw that she had bruised his ego. He sipped on his beer and stared out the window. She suddenly realized that he really thought he stood a chance with her. He had already mentally stripped her naked.

Judy thought about the lean young man of the night before. She remembered the powerful hardness of his big cock. She remembered how her fingers had felt as she had massaged her tender, swollen cunt. She had been really excited.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but I am a married woman."

"You don't look so married," Buddy said. "You look better than a lot of girls I go to school with."

"That's not true," Judy said. "I've seen you with some really pretty girls."

"They're just children," Buddy said. This time it was Judy who moved closer to Buddy. She put her hand on his knee. She could feel the heat of his body right through the material of his tight bluejeans. She had the feeling that things could start getting out of hand. But somehow she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to see how wild things could get.

"I'd like to kiss you," Buddy said.

"All right," Judy agreed quickly. "But only one kiss. I owe you one for the beer."