Robert Vickers: Hungry wife

The skin around her snatch tightened up with the entry of his cock all the way up into her pussy. This made her cut stand rigidly at attention. His pubic hair dragged over the tip of the sensitive little organ. The pea-sized clit sang a song of carnal joy. The man kept grinding his bush into her snatch until he got tired of it.

She could have spent the rest of the night like this. The woman was turned on in a big way by the feel of the heavy, pulsating prick resting inside her fuck channel. Her cunt walls gripped down with feverish intensity to hold the cock in place.

It filled her up and made her feel wanted. This was the most secure she would feel all night long. She knew it. That was the way it always turned out, no matter how good or bad the fucking from

here on out.

"Shit, it's so damned hot in your pussy. How do you do it? Keep yourself so tight up the cunt, I mean?" The man grunted the words, almost a ritual with him. He thought they would please her. Once they did. She thought he had meant it. She practiced for hours tensing and relaxing her muscles to get her pussy into fine fucking shape. After she'd had Buddy fourteen years ago, she had been terrified that harry would leave her if her pussy grew slack.

Exercise. Lots of exercise. She practiced holding in her piss. That seemed to tense up all the right muscles. It must have worked because Larry had begun to compliment her on how he loved fucking her, how fight she felt around his surging prick, how juicy her twat became, even more so than before Buddy was born.

She had believed him then. She had been relieved that he still loved her after their son's birth. But Larry hadn't changed his line in fourteen years. Carole doubted he meant it anymore but it was part of the fucking, like sucking on his prick.

She had enjoyed that, too, once. The smell of a man's musk scent drove her wild. She could get all wet and weak just thinking about how a man s prick tasted.

She still got off oh it, but not like before. Everything was according to the book. The schedule had to be followed. No deviation from the timing or battle plan allowed. They fucked on

Tuesday, Friday and Saturday nights. And that was

it. She could see the dates in red on her calendar. They used to mean something special to her.

No longer.

She sobbed with real joy as his prick drove in an extra half inch. She felt her puffy inner cunt lips lewdly kiss and caress his cock. Then he was pulling out of her. She tried to hang onto his retreating prick. Her pussy walls collapsed around his cock and she felt every single contour on the surface of his virile, throbbingly alive fuck stick.

She even stopped his with drawl for a moment. Her powerful cunt muscles allowed her to feel the broad arrowhead shaped glans through her delicate membrane. The sides of his shaft pulsed and throbbed with more life than she had felt in a long time. And his balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass.

Her body betrayed her. She was getting hotter and hornier by the second. When her cunt began drooling out its Luck fluids, his prick became too slippery to hang onto any more.

It slid easily from her madly clinging cunt walls.

"God," he panted, "you sure have a tight cunt. So damned tiiiight!" he cried. He balanced on his hands, placed on either side of her straining body. She looked up into his grey eyes, now almost black in the dim light.

Once, just once, she wished they could Luck with the lights on. She would love to see the play of his powerful muscles as he pistoned in and out

of her. Reaching down, she put her hands on his firm buttocks; Not much flab on him for a middle aged man. Larry kept in shape. She appreciated that; she just wished he were more inventive, too.

His prick slammed into her swollen cunt lips like a battering ram. The impact jolted her, rattling her teeth. She softly moaned and begged him for more. He expected it. And she got it.

His prick slipped quickly from her pussy and returned. She shuddered under the sudden intrusion. She let her entire body build with the sexual tensions of the fucking. His cock,communicated to her cunt. The heat of the fucking was good. She loved it.

The tiny fires of lust that had been born inside her when his prick first bucked and jerked around inside her tight cunt- passage now blazed a little higher. Every stroke built the fires up. The fucking tempo mounted and soon she was gasping for breath like a fish out of water. She was so close to coming.

It was just inches away. His cock, slamming hard into her cunt. The way her blood raced. The cunt lips shivering with desire. Her tits ballooning up, filled 'with excited blood. The nipples springing erect with desire.

So close. Almost ready to come. "Larry, oh sweet Jesus, Larry, keep fucking, keep fucking! I neeeeeeed it!"

He slowed down and stopped, panting. She wanted to cry. The deliciously close orgasm eluded

her. He had to stop to keep down the fiery tide of his own jism. He didn't want to cream inside her like some teenager getting his first piece of ass. That was the way he explained it to her. He had to stop and rest every now and then.

Even if it robbed her of her climax.

"You'll get it, honey. Just wait. Let me get my breath back. God, it's good tonight! I can feel you responding like a bitch in heat!"

She wondered what he knew about a bitch in heat. She wondered what he knew about women. Or even her and her own special needs.

Nothing.

But he was a great stud. That was one reason she had married him. He could fuck with the best of them all night long.

"Please, Larry, give it all to me now! All of it!"

"Still afraid of the right words?" he taunted her. "Tell me exactly what you want." She could see the sweat beading his forehead. The man was about ready to fuck her again. But the fires of desire were dying down inside her cunt. He would have to start all over again and she doubted if this time would be any different for her.

"Your cock!" she pleaded. "I want to feel your cock fucking me. My cunt! I want it fucking my cunt! I need it, Larry, oh dear God, how much I really need it tonight! I'm going mad without it!"

She wondered if it were possible to go crazy like this. How many times had he pushed her to the edge of her come and then denied it to her? She had

lost count. The hominess was at the point where she masturbated a dozen timer a day and that still wasn't good enough. She wanted a man, any man; to get her off with his prick. That was a fulfilling come in some way that jacking off with a vibrator wasn't.

"Here we go again!"

He started fucking her. She laid back and locked her legs firmly around his waist. This pulled him deeper and deeper into her pussy. His hot cock touched all the right places along her cunt walls. She felt a new flood of her love oils gush from her cunt. The come was almost there. Almost. She started shoving her hips to greet his incoming prick. This added to the sensations mounting in her belly.

The sexual tensions were almost at the breaking point for her. A good, hard, satisfying orgasm was almost hers.

He came.

His jism blasted hot and thick into her taint. The greedy cavity sucked every single drop of jizz from his cock. She could feel her pussy walls clamping down on his, hidden fuck stick and the gallons and gallons of his sperm and semen whitewashing her walls.

But she didn't get off. She had to have even more of his hard, steely hot prick. The prick that was inside her cunt and now beginning to deflate like a balloon pricked with a pin.

"No, oh, nooooo!" she cried out.

She was robbed again. His cock was slipping, limp as a piece of cooked spaghetti, from her cunt. But he mistook her cries of frustration and rage for a climax.

He rolled over and put one arm around her tits to pull her close. The touch on her turgid nipples was almost painful.