Chapter 1
"Harder, Frank! Unnnnnggghhhhhh! Fuck me, lover, fuck my cunt! Pump all of your dick in me and fuck me hard! I want to cum! Awwwwnnghhh! Fuck me, Frank, fuck me, fuck meee ... "
Frank Redman, a forty-year-old executive with a big company in a small town, panted hoarsely. He continued to hump his ass feverishly between his wife's nakedly splayed thighs, ramming his cum-soaked cock furiously into the clinging wetness of her gushing slit.
He was a very good humper. Before his marriage, many girls had considered him the best fuck they had ever had.
But still, his wife Angela wasn't satisfied. She needed to be fucked harder to get the drenching cum spasms she so desperately needed. She wanted to feel her husband's brick-hard prick burning through her hairy pussy lips, filling her hole to the bursting point with the thick stiffness of his throbbing meat. She needed Frank to give her the fucking of her life.
"Frank! Awwww, God, my pussy is so hot I can't stand it! Fuck me harder! Fuck me as hard as you can! My cunt wants to cum so bad! Harder, lover, fuck my cunt! Unnggghhh, unggghhhh, unnhhhh ... "
"I'm trying, honey ... unnggghhh ... your pussy's so tight I fucking can't stand it ... awwwnngggghh ... oh baby ... gonna shoot my wad in your snatch any second ... so good ... so fucking good ... "
Frank moaned and again stepped up the rhythm of their fucking, pumping his purple-knobbed rod into his wife's tight pussy so hard that the whole bed began to shake beneath them.
But Angela knew she still wasn't satisfied. Sighing, she relaxed her ass back into the mattress and whimpered with a mixture of pleasure and frustration as she felt her husband's blue veined prick pounding through the juicy tightness of her pink slit.
At the age of forty, Frank was still a very handsome man. His tanned body was lean and muscular, and his square jawed, dark haired good looks would have been becoming to any movie star.
Much more importantly, Angela knew he had one of the best cocks she had ever seen. It was almost nine inches long and incredibly thick, like a fat, pink, fleshy length of iron pipe.
She could still remember the first painful nights of their marriage, when he had taught his then teenage wife how to take the whole of his pulsing meat into her little virgin cunt.
She was thirty-five now, older and more experienced, and she needed a much harder, more eager fucking to give her the pleasure she needed.
"I'm gonna unload, baby," Frank whispered. He gasped and convulsively thrust his hips between her eagerly spread legs, sinking every throbbing inch of his bloated tool between the pouting lips of her hungry pussy. "Your cunt is so fucking tight ... I'm gonna pop my rocks now ... shoot my cream ... all the way in your pussy ... oh, God, yeah ... unnnngggghhhh ... "
"Go ahead, Frank," Angela whimpered.
Her expression became obscene, and she suddenly felt more horny than she'd been all night. There was nothing she loved more than feeling her husband's creamy jism spurting deep into her pussy, pumping out of his pulsating cock head again and again.
"Shoot your wad, Frank. Go ahead and squirt your cum all the way up my cunt! It feels good, lover, I love it when you cream so much!"
Frank flushed red with excitement. Slowly, wincing with intense pleasure, he worked his ass cheeks and slid his steel hard dick in and out of the clasping lips of his wife's wet pussy.
Finally, the sucking tightness of her cunt became more than his burning organ could take. The thick white jism began to squirt out of his dick's shiny purple knob, gushing into the depths of her slit again and again.
Angela moaned and worked her rounded ass cheeks off the mattress, encouraging her husband to drain his nuts completely into the burning tunnel of her fuck hole.
"Oh, baby," Frank gasped. "That's so good ... so good to fuck you ... love to fuck your cunt so much!"
Frank continued to pump his stiff meat into Angela's dripping pussy as the last droplets of his cum oozed from his glistening prick head. Then, with a heavy moan, he rolled off of her and lay on the bed at her side.
Angela stared at the ceiling and idly fingerfucked her hungry pussy for several minutes, dreaming of what it would be like to have her husband give her the thrilling fuck she so badly needed.
She rolled next to him and tried to make his cock grow hard again by giving him an expert blow job. For a full ten minutes she worked her mouth over his soft tool, jerking off the shaft of his prick and feverishly sucking the pink knob as hard as she could.
But it was no use. Frank was just lying there and happily taking it, with no intention of giving her pussy another fucking. He had drained the very last of his cum cream into her clinging tight cunt, and that was all there was going to be for some time.
Angela moaned and reluctantly released the spongy flesh of Frank's cock. She loved to feel the salty taste of his prick while she sucked it, and she would have loved nothing more than to feel his meat grow stiff and hard and throbbing between her lips.
But it was no use. She'd just have to rub off. While Frank slept beside her, Angela lay on her back with her legs spread and her hand working feverishly between her thighs, anxiously fingerfucking her juicy pussy while dreaming of better days with her husband.
It just wasn't fair. At the age of thirty-five, Angela was still an extremely beautiful, desirable woman. Her wavy blonde hair was long and thick, cascading down her back like the naturally pretty hair of a little girl. Her cheeks were plump, her eyes wide and blue, and she had the full, reddish-pink lips of a starlet.
The best part of her appearance was her voluptuous body, and Angela could still remember the early days of her marriage, when the mere sight of her long-legged, big-titted figure had made her husband's big tool grow stiff and hard on the spot.
She had been eighteen on the day of their wedding, but things were changed now. Her handsome sixteen-year-old son Randy was a little man now, and her fifteen-year-old, Karen, already had tits almost as big as her mother's.
Angela knew that her own body was as good as it had ever been and, in a way, maturity had even made it a little better. When she went shopping in sheer clothes, men stared at her body, admiring the creamy whiteness of her long, tapering legs, the slimness of her waist and the incredible size of her tits. Most of them would have done anything to fuck her, and she could tell by their expressions that a few of them got so excited looking at her that they had to go home and beat their meat raw.
It was too bad that Frank wasn't as turned on by her body, but he was forty years old now, and when he did, his fucking wasn't nearly hard enough to give her the violent cumming she needed.
It was too bad she had to be faithful to him, Angela thought, and felt a faint, frustrating pride that she had not cheated on Frank once in seventeen years of marriage. No, she hadn't cheated on him, not yet. She just gave herself sexual satisfaction by masturbating.
Angela groaned and looked down her body between the spongy mounds of her enormous, stiff nippled tits, watching the curly cunt hairs as her finger pumped hotly in and out of her gurgling pussy. Her cunt was getting really hot now, and her clit was very hard, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she had a shaking, raging cum.
Angela cried, caught her breath and grimaced with her horniness, closing her eyes and lifting her jiggling ass cheeks off the mattress as she began to fingerfuck her burning pussy as hard as she could.
If only my husband was still as excitable as a teenager, she thought hungrily. Those teenage boys are something else.
Angela knew she was turned on by some of the young studs her son brought home, and sometimes she had to rub off for hours, thinking about the body of one of his friends: always so lean and hard and handsome, with nice big dicks that got stiff and throbbing in seconds. Those teenage boys were horny all the time, and from what she'd heard, they fucked their girlfriends constantly.
It would be nice to be fucked constantly, Angela thought, pumping her finger hotly in and out of her dripping cunt slit. It would be so nice to get one of those teenage boys naked and lying on top of her, his cute little ass humping between her creamy white thighs, fucking her hairy pussy as hard as he could.
Even her son, her beautiful young son Randy, with that nice big cock she'd seen a week ago in the bathtub ...
And Angela blushed furiously, ashamed of her forbidden, incestuous desire.