Heather Brown - Wayward wife

"This is the best fuck I've ever had," I moaned each time he rammed his cock all the way to the stretching limits of my incredibly elastic pussy. "My cunt will never be the same. Ram that monster in my cunt. Fuck me, make me scream. Split me in two. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

I was so excited that I raised my head so I could watch his beautiful cock slide in and out of my tightly gasping cunt. Just watching the pumping motion of his sleek tool in my pussy was enough to make me start coming. I started to whimper, and then groan, louder and louder, until I was screaming at the top of my lungs, begging to be fucked harder and harder, deeper and deeper, more and more brutally. My pussy throbbed and spasmed and sucked and shuddered as I came like I'd never come before.

I was still screaming when he placed his hands under my legs and pushed them up to my shoulders. Then he dropped to his knees between them and rammed his horn of a cock into me like an enraged bull, deliciously goring me. In and out it traveled, until my cunt began to constrict and the volume of my screaming increased to a deafening wail. I'd already come mare in a few minutes with this big-dicked stranger than I ever had with my puny endowed husband, and it seemed like I was just beginning, my cunt creaming like someone had emptied a jar of mayonnaise between my legs.

When my lungs were burning and I had temporarily ceased to scream, he pulled his wet cock out of my foaming pussy and pushed me toward a chair.

"Bend over the chair," he commanded. "I'm going to dog-fuck you like the animal my cock has turned you into."

I did as he ordered, feeling complimented that he'd recognized I was nothing more than a bitch in heat. I gasped with delight when he promptly leaned over my naked back to plunge his huge prick into my gaping pussy.

The sensation of the full ten inches of his cock filling the core of my body from behind was more than I had bargained for, even in my unquenchable lust. "Oh my God," I yelled. "You're going to rip me apart!"

"No, no, baby," he whispered hotly in my ear as he hunched over me, mercilessly fucking me. "That's the beauty of being dog-fucked by a giant prick like mine. It just feels that way. You get all the thrills of feeling like you're being fucked to death, only you wake up the next morning as good as new, ready to go again. Actually your cunt was just made for a cock like mine. A big, thick cock. Your cunt fits me like a glove."

His prick made wet sucking sounds as it went in and out of my pussy. Then, after about forty massive strokes, he gave one mighty thrust and buried his sword-like dick in me to the hilt, his rolling balls squashing maddeningly against my hopelessly aroused clit at the top of my cunt. There was no alternative but to scream like he was branding me with a red-hot poker when I felt his sizzling hot come shoot up into the convulsing depths of my pussy.

He pulled out, then rammed it in again, repeating the process over and over again as his cock spurted endlessly up my cunt. The center of my body was swamped with his thick fluid, all my internal organs feeling like they were drowning in the ocean of his sperm. And my own coming soared to new heights, the orgasmic feeling within me totally dominating my body so that I shivered like I was having a massive seizure.

Then, finally, after what seemed an eternity of spurting, he stopped ejaculating and draped limply over me with his cock still in my pussy. His rich come started rolling thickly out of me. It ran down my legs in a syrupy torrent as he slowly withdrew his spent prick and moved back to the couch. To my astonishment, his cock was still standing straight up as he sat down, despite the obvious exhaustion of the rest of his body. It was like his fabulous cock was an entity separate from the rest of him, operating with a mind and nervous system of its own.

The incredible sight of his cock, still impossibly standing after all that had happened, turned me on more than ever before. George always went limp after a mere two or three minutes of what he called fucking, and here this guy looked like he could screw forever, even after coming like a fire-hydrant in my aching pussy. Suddenly the only thing I wanted in the world was more!

"You son of a bitch," I said boldly, the harshness of my words astounding me. "You've fucked my pussy until it's sore and think you can just let it go at that. Well, you better catch your breath, because now I'm going to fuck you!"

I straddled his legs and grabbed his still-hard cock. With excitedly fumbling fingers, I guided the head of his fantastic tool to my sopping-wet pussy and slammed down on it. He was up to his balls again in my cunt and I loved it.

As I watched his huge prick drive into my hungry pussy again, I went insane with arousal. I bounced up and down on his cock furiously. He grabbed my pulsing tits and hung on for dear life while I turned the tables, sliding my pussy on his greasy pole until he was babbling in exotic agony, the total prisoner of my fiery loins.

My cunt throbbed and tightened until I thought it would shred his meat into hamburger. The noose of my pussy seized his prick at the root and came just short of snapping within me that it seemed to engorge my womb. His cock was buried so deep within me that I felt like it was part of me, and that I would spend the rest of my life with ten inches of male organ wedged irrevocably between my legs.

My coming grew beyond all limits of definition, the orgasmic flames licking against the banks of my soul until I was a primitive, shrieking animal, frothing at the mouth in my quest for release. When it was abruptly over, I felt like I had been kicked in the head by a mule, consciousness instantaneously escaping me, my senses being inundated in a black pool as the lights went out.

"Mom, mom, are you all right?" I heard Bobby's familiar voice piercing through the leaden veil that enveloped me. "Did you have an accident, mom? Where are your clothes?"

Yes, that's right, son came in and found me lying in a naked, oozing heap on the living-room floor, fucked out of my mind. That bastard brush salesman hadn't even had the decency to cover me up before he'd left. All he'd been interested in was an easy fuck, and then he'd forgotten all about me.

If it hadn't been for Bobby, God knows what would have happened when George came home from the office and found me like this, nakedly unconscious on the floor with my cunt drooling rancid sperm like it was an open wound.

"What's the matter, mom?" I could hear Bobby asking worriedly. I opened my eyes and saw him tugging nervously at the bill of his baseball cap. "It looks like something's wrong between… between your legs," he stammered with concern. "Did somebody hit you between your legs?"

"Is that what it looks like?" I muttered, stalling for time until my head cleared and I could think of a believable explanation for my nudity and the sopping condition of my cunt.

"Gee, mom," he said, "it looks like somebody hit you with a coconut cream pie. Just like on television, except between the legs instead of in the face."

I breathed a sigh of relief. At nine he was still so innocent. Here he was, standing there looking right down into his mother's shockingly open, fuck sloppy pussy, and all he could think of was something he'd seen on cartoons Saturday mornings.

"Mom had an accident," I said. "And remember, not a word to anyone. Promise?"

"I guess so."

Breathing a deep sigh of relief, I picked up my scattered clothing and fled into the safety of the bedroom. Anxious to get rid of the evidence, I threw my rumpled skirt and sweater into the dirty-clothes basket and got ready to go into the bathroom and bathe the come from my body. But before I left the bedroom I stood for a moment in front of the vanity table and looked at myself one last time in the huge mirror, checking the reflection of my naked body to confirm what had happened to me this afternoon wasn't just some figment of my imagination.