Robert Vickers - Hungry wife

Quiet," he hissed, "Watch the action. You'll be quizzed on it later..

Carole turned and slumped down a bit on the man slap. This was disgusting. And what they were doing on the screen was disgusting, too. She couldn't imagine that people would allow such lewd things to be photographed. Yet, something began to stir inside her.

She hadn't realized such a position was possible. The woman in the picture, a lovely blonde, was holding onto the back of a chair. The naked man with the huge prick moved up behind her and

lifted her legs off the floor. Holding her legs like the handles on a wheelbarrow, he moved into the vee of her crotch.

His cock was a monster. Carole cringed a little as he drove that prick directly into the woman's cunt.

"Oh, God, yes, fuck me! I needed it so badly. You're such a fucker!" the woman on the screen said. And then there wasn't any more dialog. They didn't need it. Carole felt herself holding her breath as she watched the man's long cock part the pinkly scalloped cunt lips and then plunge deep into the woman's pussy.

She felt herself responding to the pictures on the screen. Her own cunt remembered what it was like getting that much cock and all at once. The smooth fucking rhythm, the growing sense of tension inside followed by the atomic bomb release of orgasm.

And the position. She wondered how they maintained it. She could see their muscles straining as the man fucked the woman. The woman's arms were tensed, as was her entire body.

Michael whispered hotly into her ear, "The straining to keep the position makes everything more intense. When she comes, it'll be one hell of a big one."

Carole looked in open mouthed awe as soon as she saw the man was right. She wondered what it would be like to have a come that powerful. She had had some nice ones in the past, but nothing so potent. She felt hands working up under her

blouse. She tried to push the hands away but something prevented it. Her own body was rebelling against her!

"Relax and watch the film. Enjoy it. And we'll both enjoy each other. I promise it, beautiful lady."

She shivered a little as his hands worked off her bra. The snaps came loose easily under his deft touch. Larry had never mastered the art of getting her out of her bra. She shrugged her shoulders once and found herself naked to the waist. In the flickering light cast by the movie, she saw her tits standing firm and conical and ready for anything.

He cupped her boobs with his hands and lifted. She sighed and fell back against the man's broad chest. It felt as if he were the first to ever touch her tits. She was as excited as a teenaged girl going out on her first date. When his fingers closed on her nipples, she almost came.

The reaction surprised her. Larry had fondled her tits for fifteen years and she'd never gotten a thrill like this from it. Michael took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and started rolling the hard little nubbins of flesh around in circles. She sighed and pressed forward to fill his hands with her tit flesh..

"You like it, don't you?" he asked, his breath hot in her ear. She didn't answer. His tongue began working against her ear. This turned her on in a big way. Her ears were sensitive as was the skin around her neck. His tongue lightly brushed across the

nape of her neck.

She felt her pussy begin to flow. With her eyes half open, she could see everything happening on the screen. The man was stuffing his long, hard prick all the way up into the woman's pussy from behind. He was fucking her like a bitch in heat.

A bitch in heat. Just like Carole felt inside!

"Fuck me, Michael. I want your prick moving back and forth in me just like that!" She pointed weakly to the screen. All she could see was a closeup of a cock sliding quickly in and out of an agitated pussy. Her own cunt was drooling obscenely in its need.

"Yes, of course I will. Soon, very soon." His hand began kneading her tits as if they were hunks of dough. She sobbed out her need now. He was lighting fires in her body she'd thought long dead. No matter how she turned or twisted, he was there to give her fresh, new excitement.

His thumbs pressed down firmly into her nipples, making the hard pebbles of flesh vanish in the marshmallowy soft underpinning of titflesh. He started rotating her boobs, one clockwise and the other in the opposite direction. She thought he was trying to rip them from her chest. And she didn't care.

The flames of desire blasted down into her lungs. She felt her tits filling with more and more blood as her excited heart beat faster and faster. She sucked in liquid fire and her throat felt as if it were coated with sandpaper.

Reaching back over her shoulder, she pressed her fingers to his head, holding it close to her shell-like ear. She moaned out, "My cunt! Fuck my cunt! I need your prick fucking me. I do, I doooooo!"

His tongue shot bard into her ear, fucking it like a cock fucks a pussy. She was putty in his hands. Anything he wanted, she would do unquestioningly. She had thought she was sophisticated and a woman of the world. How little she really knew of her own body, her own desires. She had been deprived of satisfying fucking for too long not to respond to the man's masterful touch.

She was in a daze as she felt his hands working her skirt up around her waist. Her cunt gleamed in the reflected light from the movie screen. She glanced down at her pussy and. saw tiny dewdrops of fuck fluid glittering in her thick brown bush. She had the wild thought that her pussy was even prettier than the one of the actress in the pornographic movie flashing across the screen in front of her.

"It's a lot prettier," said Michael, as if reading her mind. "And. I love it even more than any on the screen."

He moved her with assured hands. She lifted and put her hands down to the thick bulge in his pants. Running the zipper down the track with a metallic hiss, she released his cock. It snapped to rigid attention. She sucked in her breath when she saw how huge his cock was..

"It… it's even bigger than the one that guy

has!" she marveled, looking up to the screen to compare sizes. She'd thought the actor was well hung, but Michael's cock would have pleased any stallion. He was hung like a bull!

"And it's all yours, if you want it," he teased her.

"I want it! I want it all in my cunt, fucking me hard!"

She positioned herself over that long pole of hard manmeat. She guided the purpled head until it was pressing against her pussy lips. For a moment, she savored the feelings racing through her body. She hardly recognized some of them. This was the way fucking should be. She shivered and anticipated. And the woman rammed the cock all the way up into her pussy.

The impact made both of them gasp. She felt the long, hot pole of cock rip into her tightly clenched cunt. She hadn't thought he would be this big around. Long, sure, but guys with long cocks tended to be thin. Or so she'd thought. Michael was huge in circumference as well as in length. He had a real pussy pleaser.

The woman felt robbed of all her strength. She could only sit there, the cock pulsating wildly inside the tight confines of her fuck channel. Moving a little to one side made the long cock swing around inside her pussy. The cunt walls twisted and turned with her movement, making her passions soar.

"I never thought it would be like this," she

moaned.

The man whispered hotly into her ear, stimulating and sensitizing the already aroused flesh even more, "It'll get better. Believe me. It's going to be the best fuck ever!"

She believed him. She peered through half-opened eyes at the screen and the movie going through the wild gyrations of a frantic fucking. She knew how the actress on the screen felt. She was experiencing the same wildly rampaging emotions inside her own body.