Heather Brown: Wayward wife

The instant he felt his prick being sucked, he went wild, reaching down to grab my head as he began to frantically fuck me in the mouth. Within seconds, his cock was all the way down my throat, his tight balls squashing against my chin.

I was so excited and hot from the mouth fucking he was giving me that I was already having miniature orgasms, one following on the heels of the other in devastating fashion. The more choking the penetration of his cock became, the more I loved it, reveling in my gagging fight for breath.

Grabbing his trousers at the waist, I pulled his jeans and underpants off his hips, anxious to get all our clothes off us so we could roll nakedly on the floor, going all the way… a teen and a mature, married woman. Quickly all his clothing was heaped on the floor, and my skirt was off, and we were both completely nude. I had kept my promise about sucking his cock and now I was dying to fuck.

I collapsed lewdly on the floor, spreading my legs as far apart as possible so that my open, hairy cunt became the oozing focal point of my body. His prick was so hard that when he dropped between the obscenely inviting well of my thighs, it actually caused pain in my pussy region. A wonderfully bruising pain that I couldn't get enough of.

"Hurt me," I moaned. "Hurt me, fuck me, hurt me!"

Grasping his cock firmly, I steered the wildly agitated organ to the mouth of my slobbering pussy lips. I could feel his prick-head chafe maddeningly against the ultra-sensitive gates of my womanhood.

He had a long, slim cock, designed like a rapier.

It had no difficulty in sliding into my pussy all the way to the hilt on the first thrust. My cunt squeezed around it tightly, clasping his prick in a perfect frenzy of rapture, while my hips bucked out of control.

He battered my body as only young men can do, with a lightning speed and surging penetration that went deeper with every sharp stroke. The intensity of my ceaseless orgasms continued to increase now that he was within me, my lungs gasping for air as I deliriously accepted his pumping, swollen cock in my pussy.

When he came it seemed as though he were unleashing eighteen years of stored-up sperm in my cunt, bathing my insides with an ocean of teeming stickiness. I was determined to drain him of every drop of his marvelous goo, doing things with my cunt that I wouldn't have believed I was capable of, wringing his prick like I was trying to rip it off his body.

He was no jack-off artist, I told myself, as his spurting went on and on, filling my pussy cavity to unbelievable proportions with his steaming come. It was the greatest sexual thrill I'd ever experienced, being the recipient of perhaps fifteen years of accumulated cock juice.

Finally his scalding offering stopped. However, he continued to fuck me as though he were just starting, his cock shooting in and pulling out of my cunt at an even faster rate of speed than before he'd come.

His boundless energy seemed to turn me on even more than the fact of his cock engorging my pussy, and it was then that I had my greatest orgasm. The spasming was so intensely shuddering that had I not had been anchored under his muscular body, I would have jack-knifed in agonizing ecstasy. The possibility of being infinitely fucked by this junior super-stud was more than I could bear without feeling like I was flying apart in tingling sensuous joy. I had no choice but to scream to release some of my bubblingly pent-up excitement.

"My God," I cried, "are you going to fuck me forever?" I prayed that the answer was yes, yes, yes!

But he said nothing, his thrusting loins and stabbing prick doing the talking for him. His naked body continued to pump ceaselessly away at my clutching cunt, his cock, if anything, growing stronger by the second.

And then once again he was pouring his scalding goo into my cunt. All the orgasms I had experienced were surpassed by a new climax so cataclysmic that I couldn't believe it was happening to me. I was coming so hard as he spurted within me that I was beyond screaming as a means oh expressing my joy, and began whimpering like a tortured puppy. I was totally helpless… completely subservient to the rampaging cock that was splitting my loins.

But no matter how I reacted, the young man paid no attention. He was completely single-minded, concentrating entirely on the business at hand-fucking my guts out, and filling the depths of my cunt with bucket after bucket of fresh semen.

Eventually, the spurting stopped again, but not the pumping of his prick. His cock was as hard as ever, and even more active. I gasped as I realized he was trying for yet another ejaculation, a third explosion in my cunt.

I was on the verge of total exhaustion, my pussy starting to ache from the reaming it had taken. However, the limitations of my body seemed meaningless as I found myself praying that he could once again manage to come inside me.

I pressed my hands palms downward on his bare ass, holding him in place on top of my slippery, sweat-slickened flesh. To keep him pumping away inside me I wrapped my legs around his, hooking my toes underneath his calves for a firmer grip. Finding his mouth with my lips, I started kissing him passionately as he fucked me with the wild, reckless, tireless fury that only a young man could possess.

God, how wonderful it was to have a young man on top of my nude body, pumping a swollen cock into my cunt. This was what I wanted out of life. I pitied all the poor women in the world who were stuck with just their tired, office-weary husbands as their only source of fucking.

As though he could read my mind, the young man placed his hands under my ass and clutched my buns fiercely, accelerating his furious fucking movements. His cock went deeper and deeper within me until it seemed to engorge my belly, filling me with its tumescence.

"Oh God," I moaned, breaking off from our kiss as another orgasm shook me to the roots of my being, "you're going to kill me. You're going to fuck me to death."

He came in me at that precise moment. His come was as thick and rich and hot as it had been the first time. "Oh Jesus God," he cried, the first words he had spoken since I had steered his prick into my cunt.

His cock squirted once more, he shuddered, and then proved that he was human after all by collapsing on top of me, at last ceasing to move within me.

He lay motionless on top of me, his entire weight resting on me, too weary to move a muscle. It had been fantastic having him come and come and come again inside me, but now it was heavenly having this nude and sweaty young man draped on top of me, crushing me with his exhaustion.

But the best part of it was that, despite his exhaustion, his cock miraculously remained as hard as ever inside my cunt. I couldn't believe it, and was sure that it was just a matter of time before it would finally go soft.

"You're a wonderful fucker, Ron," I told him, patting him affectionately on his hard ass.

"You're… awful good… too," he panted.

"Doesn't it ever go soft on you?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"I… I don't know," he gasped.

"What do you mean?"

"Well… I, uh… I've never had it up a woman's cunt before," he said, obviously shy about his admission. "But I think I could fuck you until the sun goes down, Mrs. Fredericks… You don't mind me talking like this… dirty, do you?"

"No," I laughed. "As a matter of fact, I love it. In fact, I'd like to hear you say that word again, Ron. Please say it again."

"Which word? You mean… fuck? Is that what you want to hear?"

"Yes," I literally drooled, repeating it myself, long and slowly. "Fuuuuuuck."

And then while I was starting to uncontrollably writhe anew under his body, secretly hoping to get him to come a fourth time, he said, "Ma'am… uh, Mrs. Fredericks, could I ask you a favor?"