Robert Vickers: Hungry wife

"It's getting hard. Go on. Suck some more on it, honey."

Larry couldn't see the grimace on Carole's face as she tugged a little bit at the man's cock. It was still half-limp, hardly what she could use for a full, all-out fucking. She dropped her face to the cock again and started licking it. Her tongue raced up

one side and down the other. Rough; wet and pink, that tongue sought out all the right spots to lightly brush, to press, to caress, to stroke.

She was expert at giving head.

Taking the entire end of his prick into her dank, humid mouth, she started to suck. The pressure mounted on the tip of the man's pecker until he was writhing around on the bed. His ass crinkled up the fresh sheets and made a shambles out of her carefully made bed. She. tried to push that out of her mind. All that she was supposed to be doing now was giving the man a blowjob and, when he was good and hard, they would fuck.

Like always.

And, like always, it wouldn't be all that ex6iting for Carole. Sure, she tried but it never quite reached the intensity she'd felt when they'd been engaged. She remembered with fondness the sneaking out to go to some lover's lane and the frantic fucking in the backseat of Larry's car. It had been a '59 Ford. She could remember the lumps in the backseat and the single spring that leaped out and poked at her when it was least expected.

It hadn't been all that fantastic a lovemaking, but it had gusto. It had a spontaneity that was lacking now. She couldn't really put her finger on why the tucking wasn't the thrill it used to. be. Maybe she'd been at it too long. Maybe she should have become a nun as she'd once thought, she would when she was a young girl.

Carole shook her head and knew that wasn't the answer. Larry was the reason she didn't like sex any more. He was always the same. Never any change. The same old position. He enjoyed being on top. Period. Every time they fucked it was like an instant replay of the last time.

And, as always, the instant replay exactly duplicated all the plays. She never quite enjoyed it. Sometimes she would get to the edge of coming, but Larry would blow his wad then and come in her grasping pussy and then roll over and go to sleep. How she hated hearing him snore! It was always worst just after he had plugged her she could no longer call it making love. He'd fuck her a few fast times and get her all revved up, he'd come, then he'd go to sleep and leave her awake and worried that something was wrong with her.

Carole blamed herself. Larry's sex drive hadn't diminished but it seemed to her his skill at fucking had. Or maybe she was a little more sophisticated now than when she'd been a kid fucking in the backseat of her boyfriend's car. She expected more and when she didn't get it, she felt uneasy, hurt, even guilty that she might be turning into a frigid woman.

Frigid.

The scare word of the '70s. During the '50s it had been Commie. During the '60s it had changed to nigger. Now it was frigid. Any woman who didn't immediately respond when a man's prick drove hard and fast into her tender cunt was frigid.

"Ummm, God, Carole, your mouth feels fabulous. Keep licking," he told her. She almost dropped the hairy little bag containing his balls and told him to shove it. But Larry wouldn't understand. When he wanted to fuck, they fucked. When she felt like it, they might or might not. And always when he felt like it and she didn't they screwed. Those were the unwritten laws.

"Want me to suck on your cock some more?" Her voice was listless but Larry didn't notice. Her mouth love was giving him too much pleasure for that When he got hot and hard, nothing penetrated his brain except the erotic messages from his cock.

"Yeah, suck harder this time. Give me all you've got!"

She gave it to him.

Her tongue looped put and around the most sensitive portion of his cock. Carole, had learned all the right moves a long time ago. She knew how to make his half-alive cock into a real fucking tool. She sucked a little bit more on the purple knob at the end of his cock. The pulsing shaft throbbed with new life. She started face fucking herself. The man groaned louder and then started shoving his hips into her face.

She took every stab with the rolling motion she had developed over the years. It was one of the few things she felt any sense of achievement in. She could tease his prick harder and harder and then, just at the right moment, her head, would bob forward and she would Let the rubbery tip of his

cock bounce off the roof of her mouth and go sailing down her throat.

She took a couple quick breaths and then shoved her face forward. The cock shot past her tonsils and lodged firmly in her throat. She swallowed hard a couple of times to give the man s prick a tiny massage. Her throat bobbed up and down across the most sensitive portion of his prick. The underside would begin to fill with more and more of his excited blood. She could feel his cock growing as it stayed in its warm, snug berth in her throat.

No longer able to hold her breath, and having her throat blocked with the meaty shaft of his cock, she moved her head back. His cock slipped from between her ruby lips.

The man protested. "My cock's getting cold out there. Get those legs of yours spread wide. I'm gonna get aboard and ride."

She felt him move her along the clean white sheets with a powerful surge of his shoulder muscles. Nothing subtle about Larry. When she was stretched full length on the bed, he rolled between her legs. His hand went down between her thighs and prodded them open.

To be perverse, she resisted. Let him work a bit at it this time. His prick shoved insistently along the insides of her tender, smooth thighs. She sighed and felt her legs drifting open of their own accord. She enjoyed fucking. She just never got off on it like she once did.

"That's right, baby, open up. Here comes the old battering ram of cock flesh." He moved with a swift, sure motion. His cock sailed up to the gates of her pussy like a torpedo shot from a submarine.

He stopped for a moment, as if to let her appreciate the nearness of his cock. The heat boiled from her pussy. The cunt lips fluttered and rippled as if in a high wind. He parted the love-juice-drenched cunt lips with a quick motion that sent his cock an inch up her cunt hole.

The woman tensed and clawed at his shoulders. The man smiled. She was responding to the fucking already. She was a hot bitch. He loved fucking her because she always responded so nicely when he drove that steely hard spike of cock all the way up into her juicy twat:

"More," she moaned softly, "give me all you've got."

"All I've got? All of what?" he demanded. "What do you want from me? Tell me! Tell me right now!" He gave his prick a little twitch to emphasize the words.

"Your cock, damn you,"' she sobbed. 'Fuck me good. Get on and ride me, ride me hard!"

He almost laughed. This was the way it was supposed to be. A woman wantonly spreading her legs for him after sucking him hard. His prick inching up into her cunt, slow and sure and unstoppable. When he got all the way up to his balls, he'd change his tactics and pull out. Then he'd fuck the living hell oat of her hungry cunt.

The woman lifted her legs and felt the prick sink another couple inches up into her belly. She sighed with anticipation. Although she knew she probably wouldn't get her rocks off tonight why should it be any different than last night or any of a hundred other nights when they'd screwed she was still able to enjoy the feel of hot manmeat pressing lustfully against her still tight cunt walls.

"Here it comes!" he warned.

She shrieked with joy as he rammed himself balls deep into her. But she knew what would happen next. It was like reading a book for the thousandth time or seeing summer reruns on television. He rolled his hips around a little bit and she enjoyed the hell out of it.