Robert Vickers: Hungry wife

She fried to itemize all the things the teacher was doing to her. She could see the couple fucking on the movie screen that made her feel horny just seeing it. But his hands were relentlessly stroking and caressing and fondling her tits. He knew all the right ways of drawing this fingers across the bumpy plains of her aureoles. A quick stab with his fingers pressed already taut nipples down into a sea of fine tit flesh. She felt growing excitement every time he moved against her tits.

And then his hot breath on her earlobe was superb. When he began nibbling and gnawing on the tiny flap of flesh, she came. The woman tried to hold it back, but she couldn't. She'd never realized her ears were this sensitive.

But maybe it was the combination of things. She had never had a man nibbling at her ear while

fondling her tits,, while watching a porno movie and while having his bucking, virile cock planted a11 the way up her pussy.

"More," she begged piteously. "I need more of your sweet cock. fuck me as hard as you caaaaaaan!"

He had already begun to lift her up and off his prick. As she said the final words of her plaintive demand, he dropped her. The woman's hips came rocketing down around the swiftly impaling spike of his cock. He rammed all the way up into her tenderly yielding pussy.

She got the idea. He was sitting in the chair. She was the one who could move. She moved. Slowly at first, then with growing confidence. The woman felt a surge of freedom that she hadn't felt since she was married.

She could control her own fucking!

She went wild. Her hips flew up and down the now well-lubricated shaft of his cock. She felt her cunt walls stretch and tremble as they expanded to take the huge girth and length. She fucked herself faster. His hands on her tits encouraged her. The sight of what was happening on the screen made her feel guilty she wasn't fucking herself fast enough. She speeded up.

For a moment, she worried the man might not like this. But his quick squeezes on her tits reassured her. And the way his tongue shot in and out of her ear told her all she needed to know.

He loved this fucking as much as she did.

Straining, arching her back a little, the brunette fucked herself faster and faster until she thought her cunt would burn up with the friction of cock

against cunt. She came. She came like a ton of bricks falling off a tall building. She wanted to stop, to rest, to let the man catch up with her.

He didn't do it. His hands on her boobs kept her frantically fucking herself. She shot up and down like a rocket. The sudden intrusion of his cock into her seething pussy was second only to the suction formed by his prick as it left. She thought her guts would come out after his prick. But they didn't. Only her passions flowed.

"I can't take any moooooore!"

"You can. You will!" he told her.

And she did.

Her mind refused to comprehend all that was happening to her body. The sexual tensions that usually mounted and weren't released had been set free. She came and came and came. And his hard fucking prick built up the tensions inside her belly again. And released them again.

She was dazed, her mind numbed by all the fucking. She could only gasp and ride his prick harder and harder. She felt the warm, throbbing, prick in her pussy expand. She vaguely realized he was going to blast off into her sucking cunt at any second.

She fucked herself even faster.

When the sweet rush of his jism hit her agitated cunt walls, she got off again. She fucked herself as hard as she could on his prick while it was still firm and hot against her cunt walls. His hand on her clit set her off again.

Everything conspired to get her off. She soared on the hot winds of orgasm until she was drained and weak.

His prick slowly went limp and slipped from her cunt amid a flow of her own fuck juices and his come.

Never had Carole felt this drained and wonderful after fucking. She had come like a string of firecrackers going off. She could hardly believe this had happened to her.

And he said, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For coming so soon. But you're a real fox and your cunt sort of sucked it out of me. The next time will be better."

She didn't believe him. But she should have. The next time they fucked, like in the movie, it was the best ever for her.

Quote sat and thought the rest of the afternoon about what she and Michael had done. Adultery. That was the legal word for it. She knew, from her religious training, that it was also a mortal sin. But she didn't feel any guilt. There was no sense of having violated a law.

She felt good, damned good.

She leaned back on the sofa and idly rubbed her well-fucked snatch. It had been a long, long time since she'd felt this good after a fucking. The warm glow refused to go away. Her insides were still trembling a little from the force of the fucking, the furious attention of his cock to her pussy. She had needed something like this to prove to herself that she wasn't turning into a frigid wife.

Carole remembered how she had responded to Michael's cock, the fucking, the movie he'd shown her. She smiled a little thinking of that hot movie. The very idea showing something like that in a public school!

But it was kinky enough to appeal to her. She had been in a sexual rut for far too long. Michael had lifted her out of that rut. He had shown her new ways of doing the old things. When he'd eaten her out in plain view of everyone in the auditorium, she had been terrified and shocked.

And turned on.

When he began showing the dirty movie upstairs in the projection room, she had been intrigued enough to sit on his lap. And feel his hands moving with sureness across her tits, down to her snatch, onto her cit. She sighed deeply remembering the thrill she had gotten when his prick penetrated her for the first time.

Being able to regulate the pace of the fucking had gotten her off more times than ever before in the past. Carole hadn't even known she was capable of having so many orgasms.

Heaven alone knew she'd gotten off more times this afternoon than she had in the past ten years.

And Michael had kept her panties. A reminder of a fantastic afternoon, he'd said. She had felt sinfully sexy going out to her car and getting in, knowing that a breeze might whip her skirt up and reveal her naked secret to the entire world. And all the way home, she had slid back and forth across the vinyl seat rubbing her naked ass into it. The very idea had made her wet in the crotch again.

He turned her on, her son's science teacher turned her into a real woman after years of sexual slavery. She hated herself for being unfaithful to Larry, but she couldn't deny herself the pleasures she had received. They had set her free of guilt about her own needs, at least for a while.

"Honey, I'm home!" called Larry.

"You're; early. Buddy's not even home from school yet," she answered, not bothering to get up and give her husband a kiss. That was part of a ritual she had participated in for fourteen years. Break out of it. After all, she had broken free of it in a big way earlier that clay.

"Yeah, he said he was trying out for the football team. I think he's too young to make it, but it gives the kid a chance to get out and see how the big kids play. How was the PTA meeting?"

"Different, very different." She sighed, remembering the feel of Michael's hand moving up the inside of her thigh and pressing into her snatch.' She almost came just from the memory of his

fingers poking far up into her pussy.

"Glad to see you getting out, too."

"Larry?" she called, suddenly sure of what she must do. "We're all alone now."

"So?" He came into the living room, a can of beer in his hand.

"We can fuck. Buddy's not going to interrupt us"