J Watson: The unfaithful wife

"Goddamn it," she said. "Do it to me. Get it done."

But he wouldn't be hurried. His mouth moved from one rosy petal to the other. His lips and teeth worked at her flesh until her lust-swollen titties itched with a desire she had never known before, it wasn't fair. She was trying to be a good wife. She was trying to control herself. But Greg seemed to know so much about a woman's feelings.

"Now you're starting to like it," Greg said. "I knew you would."

His lips trailed wetly down her stomach. She knew what he was going to do but she didn't have the strength to stop him. She cried out softly as she felt his lips press gently against her venus mound. This was something she thought was disgusting. Yet, she could feel shooting fires coming from her cunt through her body as his lips began to press closet.

His tongue stabbed at her and she felt a hot shiver of delight go up her spine. Again she tried to steel herself but there was no use. Greg was doing things to her cunt that had never been done before. He was sucking the plump flesh of her cuntlips into his mouth. He was driving his tongue in between her cuntlips and deep into her pussy. He was licking and swallowing her tangy tasting juices.

"Oh, stop," she cried. "Please stop."

"Baby," he said. "You don't really want me to stop."

"Oh yes," she sobbed.

"No, baby," he said. "You're just like any other piece of pussy. You like to have it eaten. You like to have a man's tongue in your pussy."

He quit talking and started eating her again. She couldn't remember ever having such feelings before. She knew that her bottom was starting to wiggle on the bed. It was a sure sign that she was beginning to bet turned on and that he was winning. But she couldn't help herself.

"Oh God," she whispered. "Oh please stop. Oh please stop doing that."

"Yeah, baby," he said. "I'm going to stop. Right now. I'm going to fuck you!"

She knew that she had traded the frying pan for the fire. She was already hot and she knew what was going to happen when he put his prick into her. She wouldn't be able to resist the feelings.

He stretched out on top of her. His hard chest pressed her titties flat. She gasped as she felt his big prick right at the entrance to her hot hole. He began to move his hips from side to side and she felt his prick-head rubbing her groove. It didn't go in. It just rubbed back and forth over the entrance. She felt her pussy getting wetter.

"What are you doing?" she asked, gasping.

"I'm going to let you tell me when to put it in," he said. "You beg for it."

"Never," she moaned. "I'll never do that."

He slipped his hands underneath her ass and lifted her slightly. His prick was nudging at the plump, sensitive lips of her cunt. She felt herself humping up to pull his prick into her hot hole.

"I'll never beg," she moaned. "I'll never beg you. Put it in. I won't beg. Oh God, just put it in!"

She was ready to explode. She needed that big hard prick in her pussy. She needed it bad. She couldn't beg him. She told herself over and over that she couldn't beg. He would lose control first. He would lose control and slam it into her. He was a man. He couldn't last as long as a woman. He couldn't control his hungry desires as she could.

"Oh God, please," she said, hardly realizing that the words were finally being torn from between her lips. "Oh, please put it in. I need you to fuck me. Please give me your cock. I'm begging you. Goddamn, I'm begging!"

Greg had won. He laughed savagely as he felt her wiggling body beneath him. He could feel her wet slippery twat sucking at his prick as he heard her beg. He had knocked that smug look off her face. Now he would give her a fucking she would never forget. He drove his prick savagely between her legs and he gave a loud cry of victory, like a savage man taking his mate in conquest.

"Ohhh," she gasped, and her eyes popped open wide in amazement. She had never felt her cunt so full of cock-meat before. She felt like his big prick was deep in her belly, almost driving up into her mouth.

"You little cunt," he said, as he began to drive his prick in and out other cunt.

"Oh yes," she cried. "I'm a cunt. I'm a cunt."

She had lost all her inhibitions as his big cock filled her pussy. She loved that big piece of meat between her legs. She humped back at his cock as hard as she could. LOW sobs broke from her throat.

"I fucking love it," she sobbed. "I love, it. Oh Jesus, I love it!"

"I know you do," Greg said. "All you women are just alike when I get my cock in. You're all just pussy when it gets down to it."

"Give it to me harder," she groaned.

He gave her the fucking she'd needed for so long. He treated her like a cunt and he drove his cock in deeper than any man had ever gone. He ass mauled her ass while his big prick kept thrusting into her.

"Oh Jesus," she cried. "I'm coming! I'm going to come. I'm coming. Goddddddd!"

Her shattering climax rocked her body and left her limp and exhausted. Her pussy made loud wet sounds as Greg continued to drive his prick into her pussy.

"Fuck me," Greg moaned. "Move your ass. Ahhh, you sweet bitch. I'm going to give you my fucking juice. I'm going to blow your ass off. God, you bitchhhhhh!"

His thick cum squirted into her cunt until she could feel it wetting her thighs. Almost immediately he pulled his prick from her cunt and started to get off the bed.

"You're not leaving," she said.

"Of course," he said. "I raped you, remember. I'm going to give you a chance to call the cops."

He dressed and left, but she never called the bops. She couldn't have told them about the sweet, wonderful feelings he had given her. It might have started out to be rape but it hadn't finished that way.

And suddenly Cynthia knew that there was a damn good chance that this would happen again.

Elaine watched Stella and the tall, good looking stranger walking up the path together. Elaine didn't know how her daughter managed to do it, but somehow she could pick up handsome men in the middle of nowhere. And she did it time and time again.

Elaine wondered if they had fucked and she decided that they had. There seemed to be something about the man that gave him the look of being well satisfied. Elaine knew that her daughter could really give a fuck to a man.

Elaine put on her brightest smile as she went to open the door.

"I see you've found a little lost lamb," Elaine said to her daughter.

"His name's Alan," Stella said. "He had an accident on the road. This is my mother, Alan."

"I'm Elaine," she said, extending her cool fingers for him to shake.

She saw Alan study her face and then look at her daughter. Like most men, he was startled by the close resemblance between mother and daughter. They both had bright red hair and stunning figures.

"You certainly look like your daughter," Alan said.

"Everyone says that," she said, laughing. "A lot of people think we're sisters."

"I can see why," he said.

Alan looked around, and she could see more puzzlement on his features.

"This is where you live?" he asked Stella.

"What did you expect?" Stella asked him. "A lot of little log cabins?"

It was plain to see that a log cabin was exactly what Alan did expect. He certainly hadn't been prepared for the pretty brick home. Neither had he been prepared for the good looking green eyed carbon copy of her daughter that met him at the door. Alan had been feeling frightened and guilty about having fucked the young girl. His only consolation was in telling himself that she was an ignorant woods girl and she probably did this sort of thing all the time.

He already had a picture of what her parents would look like. Uneducated rednecks who would probably think it wonderful that their daughter had a city man.