J Watson - Weekend wife

Ted rolled over on top of her. She felt his huge prick at her cuntlips, felt him pressing against her. She opened her thighs wider to permit him easier entry.

"Go ahead," she urged him. "Fill me up. Give it to me good."

He pushed into her. She shivered as her cunt stretched out of shape to permit entry to his gigantic cock. She pushed her pussy at him, trying to suck him in.

"Hard," she moaned. "Push hard."

Ted gave his hips a twist and pushed hard. His cock went into her juicy pussy deeper than any cock had ever gone. She felt his prick almost in her stomach.

"Oh shit!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard! Fuck me like a whore! Treat me like a whore! Rub your chest against my titties and fuck me hard!"

Her words urged him on. He was no longer gentle with her. He pushed his cock into her to his balls and he began to fuck her with hard, violent strokes. It was like they were angry at each other instead of making love. Gayle felt her body shake and tremble at each long stroke of his monster cock.

"Jesus Christ," she moaned. "Oh fuck! Give it to me! Fuck me good! Give it to me good, baby! Hard! Fuck me harder! Please fuck harder!"

He slammed into her viciously. He cupped her ass with his skinny hands and kept jabbing his huge hunk of meat hard into her cunt.

"Jesus!" she cried. "It's so good! I've never felt it so good! Oh give it to me, baby! Give it to me good!"

She could feel his prick expanding, getting ready to shower her with his cum. She raised her legs and crossed them behind his back and his cock was going deep into her cunt.

"Fuck!" she cried. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"

She felt his prick jump and then the gusher of sperm came. She felt him shooting deep inside her, felt his cum running out between her legs, felt his prick jumping and trembling.

"Oh shit," she moaned. "Oh shit. I loved it. I love every drop."

He finished and fell away from her with a loud sigh. He lay on his back for a long time looking up at the sky. His limp prick still oozed sperm. She touched it. She circled her fingers around it and began to massage him tenderly.

"We should get back to work," he said. "We've got a lot to do."

"Do you really want too?" Gayle asked.

And Ted realized that he didn't want too. What he wanted to do was fuck with Gayle all day long. To hell with the project and to hell with high grades and to hell with his mother. He found something he liked better than getting good grades in science.

"Hell no," he said softly. "All I want to do today is fuck. Just fuck."

Gayle giggled softly and kissed him.

"Then that's what we'll do," she said.

Mark and Alan were sitting on her bed when she came in that evening. She noticed that Alan had kept his promise. There were about fifty plants tagged and bundled in a corner.

"You looked wrecked," Alan pointed out.

Gayle realized that her short blonde hair was a tangled mess and that her clothes looked as if they had been slept in. Plus she had a weary look on her face.

"Thanks," Gayle said.

"I mean you look tired," Alan said apologetically. "I really didn't mean to say that you look bad. You could never look bad."

"Well I feel bad," Gayle said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I feel terrible. I feel like I've gone through a wrecking machine."

"Well what happened?" Mark asked impatiently.

"I kept him from doing a thing all day long," Gayle said. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"You mean he didn't do anything?" Mark asked.

"Not a thing," Gayle said. "And I think he'll be too tired to do much tomorrow."

"Gayle," Alan said with a grin. "You're a sweetheart. I knew you could do it."

"Right now," Gayle said. "I could do with a shower and about six months' rest. Don't call me. I'll call you. In about a week."

"I think we're being told to leave," Alan said.

"I think so too," Mark said.

Mark reached down and fondled her bare knee. Alan gave her a soft kiss on the mouth.

"Thanks," Alan said. "We appreciate it. You're a wonderful girl."

"I'm just a tired girl," Gayle said. "Now get out and leave me alone."

Alan and Mark left her alone. She leaned back on the bed and closed her eyes. Every muscle in her body ached. She wanted to go to the shower but she was afraid she'd pass out going there.

Finally she gathered up the strength to move. She undressed and dropped her clothes on the floor. She walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. She made it hot enough so that she could just stand it. She knew the steaming water would bring back a little feeling.

Just as she started to step into the shower, she heard her door open.

"Goddamn it," Gayle said. She really was angry. "I told you I'd call you."

Gayle grabbed a towel and walked back out of the bathroom. She was glad she had. Sharon stood there. Pretty little Sharon with the perfect figure and the long blonde, hair that just touched her ass.

"Hello, Sharon," Gayle said. "I didn't expect you. I thought it was the boys again."

She realized that she really didn't have a good reason for the boys to be coming into her room, but she didn't much care about that. She felt like Sharon would already know what was going on. Sharon didn't look like the kind of girl that men kept things from.

"I know," Sharon said. "I shouldn't be bothering you. I know you've had a rough day but I had to come… I had to say thanks. You don't know how much that jobs mean to me."

"I suppose I do," Gayle said. "But listen. I'm very tired right now and I was about to take a shower. If you don't mind, we can talk later."

"I'll help you," Sharon said.

Gayle froze in her tracks. She couldn't believe she'd heard what she thought she'd heard. She looked back at Sharon. Sharon's face was so sweet, so innocent. Gayle thought that it was impossible to have heard her correctly.

"What did you say?" Gayle asked.

"I said I'd help. I know you're tired. You might need help scrubbing. I'm a good scrubber."

"You don't know what you're saying," Gayle said.

"Of course I do. I'm twenty-one years old and I know a great deal. Let me help, Gayle. I can be very nice to you. Very nice."

"Sharon," Gayle said harshly. "I'm very tired and I haven't time for games. Go away. I'm going to take my shower."

Gayle went back into the bathroom. She dropped her towel and stepped into the stall. She had to admit to herself that she was intrigued by Sharon's proposition.

Gayle had never had an experience with another woman, although there had been opportunities. She wondered if Sharon knew exactly what she was suggesting. Having her back scrubbed by another girl in the shower could lead to some interesting things.

She heard Sharon's soft step. She looked at Sharon and her eyes opened wide. Sharon had stripped off her blouse. She had tanned, full titties with large nipples. Those nipples became hard under Gayle's gaze.

"I owe you something," Sharon said.

Sharon took up a brush and began to rub Gayle's back. For a moment she was going to protest, but then Sharon's soft hands began to give her pleasant sensations.

Sharon scrubbed her back and then dropped the brush to Gayle's buttocks.

"Feel good?" Sharon asked.

"Oh yes," Gayle said.

"Turn around. Let me do your front."

Gayle had a moment of embarrassment as she turned, but Sharon seemed to be at ease. Sharon soaped Gayle's large titties and then her stomach and then soaped the place between Gayle's legs. Gayle realized she was sore down there but Sharon's fingers were gentle.

"I used to work as an aide in a hospital," Sharon said. "I'm really very good at bathing people."

"Yes," Gayle agreed.

Gayle had not believed it possible but she was getting some warm feelings between her legs. After all the fucking that she had done with Ted, she had believed herself incapable of feeling for a long while.