Robert Vickers - Hungry wife

"Okay, honey, you wanted it and here it comes. Just like a freight train out of control!"

The impact knocked her forward. His cock seared all the way up into her cunt. His balls wetly splatted against her cunt lips and made her all quivery inside. She felt weak and watery inside from the force of his fucking. Never had she gotten this rubbery so soon when they'd fucked. He was going to get her off, she knew it.

He pulled back and then hammered into her cunt again. She tried to make it worth the trip for him. She tensed and relaxed her pussy muscles in such a way that ripples of cunt wall caressed his deeply buried cock.

"Christ," he moaned, "it feels like a hand in a velvet glove is gripping my dork. How do you do that? Never felt that before!"

'Fuck, you goddamn son of a bitch," she cried. "Don't talk, fuck! I need your cock all the way up in me. Tear me apart to the chin with your fucking!"

"Shit," was all the answer she got.

He pulled back and then shot all the way up into her pussy again. She felt so weak in the arms that she couldn't keep her body level with the floor any

longer. She collapsed, resting her head on crossed arms. This elevated her ass even more and allowed the man even deeper penetration.

She began slamming her ass back to meet his every forward thrust. She felt the sexual tensions building up inside her, like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. He still didn't have the proper rhythm to get her oft but he would. She knew this time it would be different from all the other times they had fucked like rabbits.

She groaned softly as his prick moved in a tiny circular motion, as if trying to ream her out and make her cunt even larger. She loved the feeling of his cock corkscrewing into her tight, juicy twat. The woman reached back between her legs and grabbed the man's balls.

"Hey!" he yelped. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I want more. And this way I can get it!"

She felt his balls collapse into a hard little sphere. Inside the hairy bag his balls tumbled and lurched in wild desire. The thick stew of his jism was coming to a boil. She let loose of' the sac so that he wouldn't get his rocks off too soon, He still had a lot of fucking to do to make her go the

She moved her hands to her cut. She could stroke up the side of the pea-sized little organ and send deliciously sinful shudders of delight into her belly. Each time she lightly flicked the tip of her dit, her pussy tightened a bit more around the

thick plug of cock inside.

"Wanna fuck you all the way to your tonsils," the man said, his voice getting husky with the fucking.

"Do it, do it!"

He fucked her faster. She moved her fingers back so that she could press into her own cunt lips. His cock shot between her fingers, and then surged far up into her cunt. She was able to press hard into her cunt lips and make it seem as if her twat was even tighter than before.

The man noticed instantly. He grunted and said, "Oh, oh sweet Jesus, this is it!"

And Carole felt the sudden surge of his come into her cunt. She didn't want it this soon. She was being robbed! He had gotten off too soon!

She felt the liquid heat of his jism filling her pussy as he continued to fuck the best he could. Then his prick melted like an icicle in the sun and dribbled from her pussy.

The unfulfilled need in her loins burned brightly, taunting her, telling her she would just have to suffer.

She almost cried with unfulfilled desires, necessary drives. She fell forward, a thin trickle of his jizz coming from her pussy. She rubbed her legs together to try and quell some of the burning need she felt. It didn't work. If anything, it only increased her hominess.

"Fuck me," she moaned weakly, fuck me some more. I'm burning up inside and I need more

prick!"

"Huh?" Larry said, not sure what to say. "I just got off What do you want from me? You're doing great, honey. I bet you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"Damn you, I'm still as randy as can be! Eat my pussy! Get me off! I need it so muuuuuuch!"

She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs so that he could get in to her pussy. The man simply sat there on the floor staring at her and her naked twat.

"You gotta be out of your mind. Your pussy's filled with jizz. I'm not licking you with your cunt filled with that. Go douche and maybe that'll get

you clean."

Carole closed her legs and went into. the bathroom. She turned on the shower and got herself off with the flow of water across her cit. But even this wasn't as good as it had been before. She had sampled a real man's prick and had gotten off on it. No amount of masturbation could match that thrill.

She'd have to go and find Michael and beg him for more of his prick. That was the only solution to her dilemma.

Carole lay in the bed, feeling the springs shiver slightly every time her husband snored. The tremors made her uncomfortable and built up the extreme guilt she was feeling. The fucking with Larry that afternoon had been different and she still hadn't gotten off on it.

Larry had. He had fucked her like a dog and had

gotten his rocks off and felt happy. He simply assumed that because he had enjoyed it, so had she. It wasn't like that at all. If anything, Carole felt worse about the little session than she would have if he'd fucked her in the missionary position and she hadn't gotten off.

She had almost forced him to screw her with the windows open wide, in the middle of the afternoon and in a position they weren't used to using. All that she had made him do against his will and she hadn't been any better off for it.

Carole tossed and turned, the bed seeming like a prison to her. She felt across the trim bulge of her belly and prodded lower. The top edge of her pussy fur stroked across her fingertips. She pressed down hard into the pubic bone. She groaned and thrashed around a little more on the bed. Suddenly afraid of waking Larry, the woman got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

With the lights out, she closed the door and sat on the toilet lid, her fingers drifting lower and lower until she found the puffy cunt lips. They were tensed and unfulfilled. The turgid flaps of. blood-engorged flesh quivered at her lightest touch. She pressed down harder, and felt the cunt oils begin to sluggishly flow.

Guilt hit her like a hammer in the head. She shouldn't be doing this. This was as unfaithful to her husband as going to the PTA meeting and allowing Michael to eat her pussy and then fuck her with. the pornographic movies flashing

obscenely on the wall of the projection booth. Michael!

The name seared across her brain and had her shuddering in wild desire in less than a minute. Her finger flew back and forth across her now slippery cunt lips. She stroked and caressed and sent heavier and more insistent demands into her cunt. The tiny pussy convulsed and begged for cock, hard, throbbingly alive, virile cock.

She couldn't deliver.

Her finger sought the tiny opening of her cunt. She plunged it in, a pale imitation of a real prick. She finger fucked herself as she sat on the john, her thoughts turning from Michael to her husband. Larry wasn't a bad sort. He brought home his paycheck and didn't fuck around on her. He seldom left the house when he got home from work.

Why did she want to cheat on him?

The answer was at her fingertip. She wasn't getting the kind of hard loving she needed. His fucking wasn't very good and she felt so damned uptight all the time. If he could only get her off, then it would be all great between them. But he wasn't. His fucking was more of the "Wham, barn, thank you, ma'am type than anything else.

And he had even stopped saying, "Thank you, ma'am" to her after they'd screwed. The ritual had been established and she had silently allowed it to continue until she wasn't able to break out of the sexual rat.