Robert Vickers - Hungry wife

He parted her legs and guided her so that she straddled his head. With a firmly succulent thigh on either side of his head, he craned his neck a little and buried his face into her snatch. The

warm, musty odor of an aroused woman hit his nostrils and sent them flaring. This was living!

His tongue shot out and dragged roughly along her cunt lips. The woman's entire body shivered in response to that light touch. He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking up all her leaking cunt oils. She was slowly sinking down to shove her pussy firmly into his face. The man realized her desires were at a breaking point. She was firmly drawn to a fine sexual tension and the lightest of touches on his part would send her soaring in orgasm.

Working his way forward along the puffy cunt lips, he parted them and dug around, looking for her cunt. The pea-sized organ of delight had begun to slip from its sheath of protective flesh and peer wound, trying to get into the hot and heavy action.

The man didn't hesitate. He started stroking around the base of the slippery cut with his tongue. This produced an earthquake in the woman's body.

She momentarily abandoned his cock to cry put, "That's it, darling, that's what I want so badly! He… he doesn't even touch my cunt. But you do! You can get me off! Tongue fuck me, but make sure you're stroking my cunt when you do!"

The words were hardly coherent, but Michael made some sense out of them. So her old man ignored her cut and just plugged her pussy. That figured. Ignorant bastard. Michael would show her

how a real man made love. He enjoyed the feeling of power over her. He could make her jump through hoops and all because he had his tongue pressed firmly into her go-button. That cut quivered and throbbed with life under his tongue.

He flicked the slick little pillar of erectile tissue back and forth until the woman was gasping like a fish out of water. He continued to toy with her cit until his jaw muscles began to tire. Then he changed his tactics. He sucked the little spire between his lips.

She moaned softly and collapsed onto his firmly muscled belly.

he teased it with his tongue. Sucking harder, he pulled more of her snatch into his mouth. He played with her, stringing her out until he thought she would explode, then backing off just a little bit. He did this over and over until he was positive she could not take another single feathery touch.

Then he allowed his tongue to go crazy. It flew back and forth boxing with the little clit. He pounded and pummeled it until his jaws were about ready to crack.

She came. She came so hard her entire body turned as stiff as a board. Her muscles locked in the pleasant rictus of climax and then shook. She moaned and cried and shoved her pussy down into his face. He kept his tongue working all over her cunt, stroking and pressing it down into the flaps of her cunt lips, then sucking it back out to torture it with his lips and tongue again.

She came and came and came. She blasted off.. like a rocket launched from Cape Canaveral. She soared. She shuddered. She enjoyed the first real come she'd had in years.

And then she was begging, "More, give me more of your mouth! Tongue fuck me as hard as you can!"

He leaned back and reached up to pull at her asscheeks. He kneaded the firm. flesh of. her buttocks as well as guiding her snatch down to his face. He managed to get a mouthful of pussy. His tongue followed one of the 'blue-tinged, blood engorged cunt lips back to her pussy hole. His tongue shot out, cock-hard, and buried itself to the roots in her cunt.

Feeling the velvety walls of her pussy surrounding his tongue, the man began slithering around in her guts. The cunt walls were cloying. He tasted the wondrous Woman-wine of her love juices and felt the velvety soft walls crush down arrogantly into his tongue.

His tongue wasn't that thick and still he felt he tongue fucked into a small passage.. This amazed him. He could hardly believe this was the same cunt he had fucked with his cock earlier in the day. So small! And so damped hot! Why. hadn't she burned his cock down to a charred nubbin?

"Good," she moaned like a small, trapped animal, "it's so damned good! I don't deserve this! It's too good for me!"

He managed to say, around the thick furry

mound of her pussy, "Too good for you? Bull shit! You deserve the best! You're a hot-blooded woman. You need a really virile man to service you!"

To prove his contention, he began tongue fucking her. His pink tongue shot out and buried itself far up into her seething cunt. The man repeated this as fast as he could. The feel of her hot, clutching cunt all around his tongue made his prick buck and pulse with renewed need. But he wasn't going to pull his mouth away from the taste treat of her cunt to tell the woman to suck on his cock.

He loved the taste of an aroused woman. The flowing juices were tastier than any wine he had ever sampled. And the heat and tightness of her flick tunnel turned him on in a big way.

This communicated to the sex-starved woman. Her entire body tensed and she almost came as his tongue whirled around inside her cunt like a berserk tornado. But it was the combination of his

tongue in her pussy and the man's finger digging into her asshole that set her off. He finger fucked her ass as he tongue fucked her cunt…

She came. The intensity of the orgasm racked her up but good. She gasped for breath and clutched wildly at the man's body. She came again and again until she was completely drained.

And then he insisted on fucking her. She surprised herself. She got off seven more times before the sweet rush of his jizz filled her cunt to overflowing.

Carole was almost at the point of tears all through breakfast. She hoped that Larry wouldn't notice that she hadn't been in his bed mast of the night. It had been after four in the morning before she had returned from Michael's, her cunt blazing with the friction of his cock against the smooth, slick walls. Her clit still pulsed and felt deliciously

sinful in its arousal. She hoped he wouldn't notice that she had been gone to fuck another man.

She was even more crushed when she realized he didn't have the foggiest idea she had been missing from his side most of the night.

That was all he cared for her. He didn't even know she was absent. The woman served the man his breakfast and didn't trust herself to speak in more than occasional grunts.

"You sure are in a lousy mood this morning," he observed. "What's wrong?"

She almost told him. Then she alibied, "You know. It's that time of month again. I just feel rotten." Her haggard expression and bloodshot eyes seemed to give some element of truth to her claims, even though Larry should have known At was still another week or so till her period began.

"Hope you feel better." The man finished feeding his face, dropped the newspaper to the table and left for work. He didn't even bother giving her more than a quick kiss, almost chaste and not what Carole needed from him at all. If she could have put it into words, what she needed was one hell of a good fucking from her husband.

Since he didn't seem willing to give it to her, she would have to go elsewhere for it. To Michael.

The woman finished breakfast, her mood improving steadily as she thought of the wonderful night they'd spent together. The cunnilingus and fellatio hadn't been more than the first round of a championship match. Her pussy had felt tired out

and her entire body drained of emotion when he had finished tongue fucking her cunt.

She'd thought that would have been it. With Larry, it would have been.

Not with Michael. The man insisted on fucking her. He had told her she'd gotten him hard and she could get his rocks off. The woman isn't about to argue with him. The burning need in her pussy had returned slowly, but when he dipped down between her legs and shoved his cock balls deep into her pussy, that had been it. She had responded fully to him. Nothing in the whole world was better than cock to a hungry cunt.