Heather Brown - Hot and wild wife

Beneath me, my female lover seemed to be experiencing the same sensations. The sounds emitting from her ecstasy – twisted lips were no longer words but animalistic cries. It was obvious that she no longer had any control over herself, completely turning over her body to coming.

Every orgasmic shudder of our bodies engorged our cunts even further. The pussy juice flowed thicker and greater than sperm, drenching our loins with hot stickiness. The room sweltered with our musk, the scent overpowering.

Ai we reached the peak of our coming, we kissed, our tongues shooting into each other's mouths the same way we were reaming out our cunts. Spit welled in our mouths from the agitation and then dribbled from the corners. It trickled down our chins, just as if we had each just swallowed an eruption of too much sperm.

Trembling and shaking, we writhed around on the floor, rolling and tumbling. Her fist slammed and pounded into my cunt while my dildo did the same thing to her pussy. Every bump on the floor was further impetus for deeper fucking.

We savagely screwed each other, pummeling our cunts into insensitivity. After this was over, neither of our cunts would be the same.

Then we fell to the floor with a thud and squished apart. For the first time in minutes my dildo was out of her pussy. Her fist was out of my cunt.

Leaning against my lesbian lover, I looked down between my parted legs and laughed hysterically when ill I could see was the big, long dildo twitching between my legs as enormous and hard as ever from my crotch. I couldn't believe how perfect it all was. If a woman had been born with a cock, it would have been like this one – able to fuck all night without stopping.

Beneath it, although I couldn't see it, my cunt was spasming. It was still quaking from the fist-fuck it had just had thrown in it. Slipping my hand under the dildo, I laced my fingers in my pubic floss and ran them over my pussy lips. I started stroking the dildo with my other hand. Moving my fingers like a boy masturbating, I jerked off the cock as though it were really my own. It felt heavenly on my fingers, slick with pussy juice, and reeking of raw sex.

"What're you doing?" my partner asked, her eyes bugging out in amazement at my continuing passion.

"Something I've always wanted to do," I said. "Something that at first I thought wasn't possible, and that now I realize I was just to scared to try."

"Oooohhhhhhh," she said, her face splitting into a wide, knowing grin as she nodded her head.

I just returned the nod.

"Everybody wants to after they've played with that toy," she winked.

Preparing for the greatest experience of my life, I rocked back on the floor and spread my legs. Bending down the snake of the dildo, I pressed its cruel head against my slimy pussy lips.

Then I started pushing it in, bit by bit. Finally, with at least six inches of my own cock crammed in my pussy, I started moving my hips, fucking myself!

No orgasm was ever more instantaneous. The rush of blood from the rest of my body toward my cunt was so great that I trembled in shock. The air seemed to be sucked from my lungs, while my head became lighter and lighter. With one last thrust of my dick up my cunt I lost consciousness, blacking out completely for the second time in an evening.

The last thing I remember I was wishing myself a Merry Christmas.

I was back in the deep freeze again.

The chill was unbelievable. I felt like a popsicle.

There was no light. Everything seemed black.

I shook my head and opened my eyes as far as I could, trying to force some light into them. Slowly, everything turned from pitch-black to dark gray.

I kept on concentrating, certain somewhere in the back of my mind that my life depended on it. Gradually the gray started to lift. There was still no definition of objects, but things continued to get lighter.

Then, astoundingly, the color before my eyes was white. Pure white. Snow white.

Having forced myself to my senses through sheer subconscious will-power, I quickly surveyed the scent. I was lying nude in a doorway on a deserted city street. My motorcycle-punk lover had stolen my raccoon coat and abandoned me.

I was so furious that it seemed to charge my energy. Suddenly I felt thawed enough to get up and begin making it down the street.

Like a toddling penguin I plodded along the ice until I made it to my house. After letting myself in, I fell stiffly onto the living room floor like a frozen halibut, neither knowing or caring, if Leo was home.

He wasn't. Things were exactly as I had left them. The son of a bitch was still in the sack with his campus cutie.

During a hot bath that lasted for hours until I was thawed out, I thought about my future. I decided, that Leo served some purpose, after all. For instance, he made a pretty good living as a college professor and wasn't too stingy with his money. At least I didn't have to work. In addition, he gave me a good front. Nothing's more respectable than the wife of a college professor.

All of which gave me freedom to do whatever I wanted when Leo wasn't around. Which was increasingly the case. Even the fooling around I was certain he was doing had its virtues. It just gave me more time and excuse to do what I wanted.

His lack of sex drive had turned into a virtue in my mind also. The more he failed to provide me with hot cock, the hornier I got. The hornier I was, the more I was driven to go out and do the thing I loved best: hitchhiking for sex.

As far as I was concerned, anything that got me out on the road was good.

I saw now that I could never give it up. Even when I was at the old folks' home I'd be sneaking out onto the interstate and trying to flag down truckers willing to take on a little old cunt.

The fact of the matter was that I no longer wanted a normal relationship with a man. I wanted to have a thousand different sexual experiences, not the same boring routine once every two weeks. I wanted to be sucked, raped, buggered, licked, degraded, and on and on – everything that could be done to me before I started all over again.

And I wanted to do it with the widest variety of partners available. Now I saw that strange women were no more off limits for my desires than strange men. Who needed Leo's cock when I could have all the prick and pussy I wanted.

Even a snowy night would no longer deter me. As soon as it cleared up, I was going down to the nearest adult book store and buy me the biggest dildo available. Then, the next time a storm closed down the city, I'd just cuddle up in my own warm bed and fuck myself crazy.

During twelve hours of deep sleep after I finally got out of the tub, I dreamed of nothing but cocks and pussies. They fucked incessantly, engorging my unconscious with dreamy screwing and coming.

When I awoke I had never felt so refreshed. I sprang out of bed and walked to the window to see what had happened with the weather.

The sun was shining and the sky was blue. I could see birds flying outside the window.

Everything was okay.

Just then I heard the door opening and footsteps. I jumped when I heard Leo tall, "Merry Christmas! Is anybody home?"

"Just me, sweetheart," I grimaced, already tired of having him home. "I'm in the bedroom…"

"Are you decent?" he asked from the next room.

"Well, Leo, we're married, for Christ's sake," I said, his presence thoroughly irritating me.

"Well, after that big fuss that might the Marx Brothers were on, I don't know," he said.

"Suit yourself," I said tersely, and walked over to the closet to get some clothes. Suddenly all I wanted to do was get dressed and get out of there. Being around Leo for ninety seconds was enough to make anyone want to split.

"Where are you going?" he said when he finally came into the room and saw me dressing.