Janet McCoy: The wife next door

She raised her ass from the couch as he pulled down her skirt and panties. "My God, you're a beautiful woman!" With her skirt and panties still clinging to her knees, he leaned forward and began to suck her nipples, first one, then the other.

"Ooohhh… oh God, that's good-d-d!" She felt so free, so sexy, to be sitting naked on the couch while this stranger made wonderful tender love to her. The restriction of her clothing around her knees made her feel daring, excited. He wanted her so much, was so overcome by the sight of her naked body, he couldn't wait to investigate her hills and valleys.

His mouth moved down over her stomach, her belly. Emma slumped farther down on the cushions, rested her ass on the very edge. She wanted to give him room to work. Her unacknowledged wish was that his lips would keep on moving down…

"Your skin's so soft, Emma. Tastes so good."

The young housewife hadn't known such sensuous men existed. He was licking her all over, covering her body with a fine film of his saliva. The cool sensation as it evaporated made her tinge all over. She could feel him finally wrestling her skirt and panties free of her feet. Then his hands were pushing her thighs apart.

"Uuuuhh… oh God! Ohhhhhhhh, it's wonderful!" His tongue was licking her pussy-slit, as it had licked her flesh. The sensations were a hundred times as intense as they had been so far. She was so excited, she lifted her ass right up off the couch, following his mouth with her cunt, begging for more.

He looked up at her, through the thick thatch of her pussy-hair. "Mmmm, tastes fine, Emma. You like that, don't you?" She could see the drowsy lust in his eyes. It made her hard little clitoris pulse with desire.

"Yesss… ooohhhh, yes, I like it!" She wriggled her pussy-mound greedily, pleadingly. She looked at him. Her need had made her face slack. "Could you do it some more, please?"

"I want to do it some more, Emma. Just you relax. I'll make you feel real good." Bob was congratulating himself on his good luck. He had discovered early on that one of the fringe benefits of his job was the horny housewives along his route. This one was prettier and sexier than most. And she was hot! The hottest woman he'd seen in a long time!

He began to suck on her clitoris, to tease her pee-hole with the tip of his tongue. She went wild.

Her cunt was thrusting up at his face so hard, he had to grip her ass-cheeks from beneath to hold her firmly.

"Aaaiiieeeee! Oh Gawd, you're killing meeee! It's sooo good-d-d… oh God, almost too good to stand!" Emma closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side. Into her mind flashed an image of Ken and Helen wrapped in a sixty-nine. Now she was getting hers. She had found a man who really knew how to eat her cunt, and who obviously really liked doing it. It was unbelievable!

Urged on by the woman's excitement, Bob worked his tongue back and forth along the trembling flanges of her pussy. He licked and prodded at her clitoris. He slid it all the way down to her asshole and circled her sphincter.

"Oooohhh… ooooooohhh!" Emma had lost all touch with reality. All she knew was, it was getting better and better. Her whole being was aflame with passion.

For the coup de grace, Bob shot his tongue up inside the brunette's pussy. He began to investigate the folds and valleys of her soft inner flesh. Her cunt-walls clenched spasmodically, trying to catch hold of his tongue, to draw it deeper… deeper.

"Uuuuuuhh… oh God, oh God… I'm cummmm-ing-g-g-g!" It was the most overwhelming orgasm she had ever known. Her mind was a maze of lust. Her body was reeling in orgiastic bliss. There was nothing, nothing in her universe but pleasure. And then the relaxation, the blissful relaxation.

"I can taste it, Emma. You're so wet down there!"

While she moaned softly on the couch, he stood up and started to remove his clothes. As soon as she was aware of his movement, she watched him. She admired the full firm swell of his barrel chest. His strong stomach muscles. His cock was long and hard, ready for her. She swallowed hard as she watched it throb eagerly.

"Your cock… I want your cock!" she murmured mindlessly.

"It's all yours, baby!" Once again he knelt on the rug in front of her. He eased himself in between her thighs and pulled her ass forward. His hard cock smacked against her wet cunt-slit. It found the yielding place and shoved.

Emma closed her eyes. Her face was wreathed in a broad lusty smile. She had what she wanted. His cock was so big and filling in her. "Oooooooohhhh… oh, it's good-d-d! Oooooohhhh, I love it! I love your cock!"

Like a primitive creature, all body, no mind, she ground her ass down against him while he began to thrust his penis up into her. His strokes were slow and rhythmic at first. Then he began to move faster, to vary the rhythm. At times, he would hold back, with his cock-head lodged just inside her cunt. He made her beg for it.

"Oh God, fuck me! Please fuck meeeee!" Her voice betrayed an edge of hysteria. She had never been fucked like this before, by a man so big, so talented. She had never lain naked on her living room couch with a cock fucking relentlessly in and out of her hungry pussy. It was thrilling, totally exhilarating! "Mmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm… mmmmmmmm… yes, yes, yes… Do it like that!"

Bob caught the contagion of the woman's abandoned excitement. He relished the way her cunt-muscles massaged his cock, drew him into her. He loved making her beg for more.

Emma's living room was a hot den of lust. Pants and groans and wriggles of urgent need made the atmosphere heavy with eroticism. Man and woman writhed together in passionate abandon. They were searching each other, investigating each other's inner depths, climbing to the heights together.

"Uuuuhh, oh… You're making me feel sooo… uuuuuhhhhh!"

His lunges were deep and hard now. He was too far gone to bother with the subtleties of playing with her. He wanted guts fucking. He wanted to ream her pussy wide, to blow his wad deep into her jigging belly.

Like two demented animals they lunged their groins against one another. Both gritted their teeth, fighting the seething passions inside. It was a hard climb, but they made it.

"Ooooooh, oh God, I'm cummmmming!" She knew it was the final swell of his hardness that had brought her over the edge. That swell meant that he would not be far behind.

He wasn't.

"Jee-zuz! I'm filling you, Emma baby! Uuuuuhhhh!" The force of his release drained him. He lay his head on her breasts and clung to her for several long minutes. At last he had the energy to pull his prick from her pussy. A long thread of cum connected them. He sat on the couch next to her and held her in his arms.

"Wow, Emma… that was fine! You were right! There was no way I could have spent my day better than this!"

"You did things to me, Bob! Things I don't even understand! I've never felt so… soooo…"

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Her face wore a look of ecstasy. She was remembering.

"It was good for me too. Dried me out, though. How about a pick-me-up?"

Their experience had revitalized Emma. She leapt to her feet, full of energy. She went into the kitchen and fixed them a tray of cold cuts and a salad. They sat at the dining-room table, naked, and ate hungrily. A bottle of cold Blue Nun accompanied their meal.

Emma was celebrating. She was celebrating her coming of age as a woman. She had never felt so free, so sensual – and so free to be sensual. Bob had brought out the woman she had been trying to liberate last night.

"More wine?" Her blue eyes assessed him hungrily as she lowered the bottle to his glass.

"Not too much. I don't want to lose control of myself. There's a lot more I want to find out about you this afternoon."