John Damon - Balling horny wife

Susan eased a finger into her cum-filled cunt slot and circled it around her opening, her entire body tingling as she touched herself. She slipped three of her fingers inside her creamy cunt and began stroking herself slowly. Her pussy throbbed with desire, as steaming hot as a fiery torch.

Susan's fingers stroked in and out of her cunt slot. Her hand was covered with her creamy juices and the sticky remains of John's cum.

She let her thumb roll around her clit, her tiny love button twitching with delight from her soft stroking. She could sense the building up of the fires in her body, her cunt humping against her hand as her fingers slipped deeply inside her burning pussy gash.

It was nice, very nice, but it still wasn't a cock and that's what she wanted most of all. Not just a cock that would plow her cunt opening and fill her with jism, but one that would make love to her. It seemed a strange term to her, but that's the way she had come to think of it. John had sex with her she didn't even have that with him. What she really wanted was a prick to make love to her pussy.

Her fingers moved faster as they slid into her cunt, massaging her pussy to its peak, an intense heat searing the inner walls of her cunt slot.

Faster and faster, she plunged her hand in and out of her pussy gash, her sweet juices pouring over her fingers. What a waste, she thought, when John could be drinking them from her body.

Her firm ass bounced up and down on the bed as she finger-fucked herself, her pussy readying itself for her explosion. Her cunt was tightening itself around her hand until the bombs burst inside her loins and her body bucked and leaped against her fingers as she fired off her load, creamy nectar flowing from her body to soak the bed covers. Her cunt squeezed her fingers, hurting to feel the touch of flesh, any kind of flesh, within her pussy.

She stretched out on the bed, curling her toes and letting the warmth of relaxation flow over her long, lean torso. It hadn't been much of a climax, she admitted, but, then, it never was when she had to bring herself off with her hand.

Her mind drifted, imagining all the things she would do with John, if he just wasn't so puritanical. Somehow, she thought, he had never escaped from the Victorian Age, and he just was not enough to satisfy her pussy's needs any more.

She imagined the thrills she could have sucking his nice fat cock and feeling him blow his thick wad into her throat, creaming her mouth with his hot jism while her lips sucked at his prick shaft and her tongue bathed his hard cock knob.

She felt a shiver pass through her cunt slit when she thought about having his lips pressed against her cunt, his tongue stabbing her hot pussy, scooping out her pussy honey and stoking the fires that blazed in her body, his lips sucking at her clit, tapping it with his warm tongue.

She even dreamed of him rolling her over, his hands spreading the cheeks of her ass while he plunged his fiery prick into her asshole, reaming her out, flooding her bowels with his steamy spunk.

It could all be so wonderful, she thought, if there was just someway to get John to cooperate, or, at least, try. But, she wondered, what will it take to do it? What sort of shock will it take to jolt him out of his set, deeply ingrained habits? How can I make him see what sex can really be like, the fun, the pleasure, the enjoyment that could be had if he would make the effort?

Susan was certain of one thing. Whenever he wanted to try, he would find his wife a most willing and anxious partner.

She let her mind roam freely in the dark, her cunt still bitterly disappointed. A few steady, uninspired strokes, with no build-up, no foreplay, just couldn't appease the hurt that lingered within her hungry pussy and her own fingers would never be a proper substitute for a real prick.

She thought again about buying a vibrator. It was an idea she had had with increasing frequency lately. Again, she decided that it might be nice and interesting, but it still wasn't what she wanted a man's prick.

She even allowed her thoughts to drift to another woman, something she had never tried before, but which had begun to greatly intrigue her. After all, she thought, sex with another woman wasn't really like sex with another man. It almost didn't even seem like cheating on John, at least not the way being with another man did.

With visions of beautiful women floating through her brain, Susan's eyes grew heavy and she closed them, falling into a troubled, restless sleep, her pussy still burning beneath the thin sheet tossed over her naked body.

John tightened the knot of his tie against his collar. He checked himself carefully in the mirror, insuring his own ego that he presented the proper appearance for a young, upcoming attorney.

He turned toward the bed as he slipped on his suit coat. "The TV repair man will be here about ten. Now, be sure that he sees how badly the color is messed up."

Susan leaned against the headboard. She let the sheet slide down just the tiniest bit, allowing a hint of her dark nipples to show, testing the effect it would have on him. She could have guessed the answer without even bothering to try anything.

He bent over, kissed her lightly on the forehead and said: "I'll see you this evening."

She sat with her eyes closed, hardly aware that be had gone. The old aches from last night were still there, bubbling just below the surface. They were ready to explode without warning. Susan sometimes wondered what would happen if she ever really did break loose.

She hopped from the bed and stood before the full length mirror. It was still one hell of a body, she told herself. There wasn't anything there for a twenty-nine year-old woman to be ashamed of, that was for sure.

The black hair swung freely to her white shoulders, framing a face that was a vision of loveliness in itself. Her legs, long, slender, and firmly muscled, flowed into rounded, firmly curved hips that dipped sharply into a narrow, flat waistline. Below that was the hair, thick and full, that covered her pussy.

Her tits were full and firm, ripe melons that jutted high and proud on her chest, each capped by a large, dark, highly sensitive nipple that ached to be sucked. Her tits were heavily marbled with faint blue veins that disappeared in the rich darkness of her nipple.

No, she told herself, it can't be the body that doesn't turn John on. Any man should be happy to find himself in bed with a body like this.

She settled back down on the bed, dangling her tiny feet over the edge. No, she thought, it's certainly not the body that is the problem. Others had found it very attractive, even when she had been much younger.

She closed her eyes and saw Ben plainly in her mind. So handsome, she had thought. And the star of the football team, too. It had been such a surprise that the hot shot senior had even known the shy freshman existed, much less had asked her for a date. How could any girl refuse?

The next surprise had come when he had casually unbuttoned her blouse at the drive-in, his hand slipping under her bra to fondle her still budding tits. The fiery wave that suddenly rushed through her body at that moment had stolen all of her willpower!

She helped him slip off her panties and thought for a moment she would die when his strong hand covered her cunt, his thick finger pushing her pussy lips apart and rubbing up and down her cunt slit. She couldn't keep her ass still on the car seat as he massaged her pussy gash and she grew wetter with each stroke of his hand.

His cock was free of his pants and Ben guided her head toward it with surprising gentleness. She kissed his cock head and let her tongue slip between her lips to bathe his prick knob with her saliva.

She had shocked herself that night, never having done any such thing before. Later, she had decided that perhaps her one special gift was being a cock sucker, because she most certainly was a natural at it.