Chapter 3
Jean Clark lay totally nude on the bed with her legs spread wide. She closed her eyes and ran both hands slowly over her tits, massaging her tender tits as her nipples grew heard and erect.
"Oh, God. How I want to be fucked," she whispered softly. It was early morning and Sam, her husband, had gone off to work again without giving her a kiss, much less the fuck she wanted.
"Damn his fucking ass," she cursed, pressing her mounds of tits together. How can he ignore men How can he ignore these large tits? They are just what a man wants to suck on! To lick!
The more she thought about sex, the wetter she got between her nicely tanned thighs. Leaving her tits, she raced her hands down over her flat stomach and caressed both inner thighs, always inching the fingers closer to her wanton cunt.
Fucking was what she wasn't getting from her husband. What the hell was he doing? Sam must be fucking some whore at the office! she thought. Keeping that thought in mind, she considered taking the same action. She needed a man who was willing to give her his cock!
"Ooooohhh," she moaned, feeling the wetness of her cunt lips as she parted them. The hotness of her pussy radiated upon her fingers. She moved her fingers slowly, softly touching the hungry lips of her cunt as she buried her fingers deeper and deeper into her tight pussy canal.
She had been masturbating for some time and her husband wasn't the least bit interested, not even when she finger fucked herself right next to him in bed. Sam just didn't care about her health and sexual being.
"Uuuurrghhh!" she groaned, ramming two fingers inside her pussy as far as they could go and closed her thighs around her hand. "Oh, it feels so good. Oh, fuck me," she said.
She felt the cool morning breeze coming In through the window and she turned onto her side. Opening her eyes, she started to move her fingers slowly in and out of her hot, burning count. Damn him! she thought, still thinking about her husband. She should be wrapping her wet cunt lips around Sam's fucking cock and not her own fingers. Jesus, he even refused to play with her pussy, to give her the simple satisfaction of a finger fuck!
Jean let out a sigh of relief as she felt an orgasm approaching and fucked her fingers in and out of her cock-hungry pussy hole, spreading her thighs, placing one light an angle.
She had even gone as far as trying to stroke her husband's cock to a hardtop in his sleep, but as fate would have it, each time she tried, he would stir to semi-consciousness and roll over onto his stomach.
There was no chance of sucking his cock and mounting him in his sleep, hoping he would think it to be a realistic dream. She was beginning to think that he would never get the message she was trying to get across to him.
And after each failure with hire, she had no choice but to spread her thighs and ram her fingers into her begging pussy to rid her of inner tension.
This was no life for a young married couple in their late twenties. She was reaching her prime sexual years, the time when she needed and wanted all the cock that a man could give her.
"Yesss," she hissed, biting the pillow as electric shocks passed through her body. Her clit trembled. "Oh ... come on ... baby ... come," she moaned, fingering her clit. Her orgasm was almost upon her. She rubbed her sensitive clit with total, relentless lust.
Her fingers were dripping with the fuck juice that flowed freely from her opening and closing cunt lips. Her pussy lips were swelling from the fucking friction, and soon the contractions sailed her body into a heavenly come.
"Aaaaaarrghhh!" she gasped, thrusting her cunt up against her hand as her orgasm broke. Pussy juice surged down her cunt canal, and she quickly filled her pussy hole with her fingers, continuing to fuck her cunt with them.
"Oooohhh ... thank you," she muttered, sensing the joyful moment of pleasure passing. Not wanting to let her climax pass, she closed her thighs tightly together and squeezed the muscles of her cunt around her fingers.
Now that her pussy was drenched with orgasmic juice, the doorbell rang.
"Jesus ... who the fuck can that be?" she cried, taking deep breaths. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, cursing whoever was at the door.
"Go away!" she said in a louder tone when the doorbell rang again. Ignoring the bell, she washed her fingers in her sloshing cunt.
When the doorbell continued to ring, she let out a sigh of frustration and sat up on the edge of the bed, reluctantly removing the fingers from her cunt. With her fingers gone, globs of pussy juice poured out her cunt, smearing both her thighs and the bed sheets.
"All right ... all right. I'm coming!" she screamed, quickly throwing on a short robe. Walking to the door, she felt an itch under her nose and scratched it, inhaling the aroma of her own sexuality. On an impulse, she licked her fingers, finding herself rather tasty.
Sam, her husband liked her cunt juice once but then something happened. Now she was licking her own pussy juice and liking it.
"Oh, hi," Jean said, changing the tone of her voice instantly as she stared at the tall handsome man in the doorway. She could see the muscles on his body bulging. The horny itch returned between her thighs.
"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you," Tom Smith quickly replied, seeing how she was dressed, thinking he had awakened her from sleep. He could see her large tits straining against her rob, and her hard nipples were only too clearly piercing the fabric.
"It's ... it's all right," she said. She placed both hands in the side pockets of her robe and slipped her fingers towards her pussy, squeezing the muscles of her cunt. The action only forced a larger amount of pussy juice to flow from her gasping cunt.
Tom Smith couldn't help himself. He felt his cock getting hard as his eyes took in her perfect body and zoomed in on her pussy region. He could swear that he saw puffy juice running down her legs and he quickly looked over her shoulder to see if he was disturbing her at the wrong time.
No man seemed to be lurking around, and he felt a bit better, but it didn't help with the erection.
"Can I help you?" she inquired, catching his stare and smiling at his discomfort. She moved her fingers ever so slowly over her crotch. He saw her action. His hard-on grew rapidly in the front of his pants.
"Excuse me," he said, forgetting why he was here.
"You ... you wanted to see me?" she murmured, stepping back into the room.
"Ah, yes ... I'm with the Census Bureau. We seem to have misplaced your form. May ... may I come in?" he said with a slight hesitation. Looking at her face, he saw her licking her lips with the tip of her tongue.
"I think you had better," she replied, remembering the state of had dress. People were walking by, and this was no way to greet a stranger. "Come on in before I get arrested," she added with a slight smile, catching sight of a young kid across the street.
"Thank you," Tom said and walked in stiffly.
"Like a drink? Of course you would," she asked and answered with the same breath. She walked into the kitchen, giving him a good look at her asscheeks. Tom moved up to a chair as his harden continued to throb.
Jean returned in a flash and said, "I hope you like bourbon." She sat down on the sofa directly opposite him and crossed her legs, giving him ma shot of her cunt.
Tom took a short sip and then ran his tongue over his lips, shaking his head. It couldn't be, he thought. It must be the aroma of her sex in the room. Jean, meanwhile, watched him closely and saw that he had tasted her cunt on the glass. While in the kitchen, she had smeared the glass rim with her pussy juices
"What would you like to know?" she said, breaking the shore silence, uncrossing her legs and spreading them ever so slightly. Only a moment ago she had been thinking about finding another man for cock and one had appeared like magic!
Tom clearly saw her pussy and swallowed, not taking his eyes from her cunt. The pussy juice was making her cunt lips shine with invitation as she spread her legs wider. It now dared on him what she had done with the glass, but he had no complaints.
"Aaahh ... yes ... your ... correct name?" he stammered trying to hide the throbbing bulge inside his pants. He quickly placed the folder on his lap and opened it.
Jean let her robe fall open and cupped her tits, lifting them, pinching her hard nipples.
"Forget the forms, Tom. Come over here and eat me," she said softly as if she was inviting him over to dinner.
The rapid throbbing of his cock caused the folder to fall off his lap. Tom left it on the floor and loosened his tie as he suddenly became hot.
Come here," she continued in a gentle voice. She was cock hungrier and he was just too damn good looking to let go. Fuck my husband, she thought. Two can play at this game.
She shifted her asscheeks to the edge of the sofa and released her tits. She took hold of her cunt lips and pulled them apart, exposing her inner pulsating pinkness. "Yummmmy," she murmured, smacking her lips. "Come on, you have already tasted me and I could see you liked it! Now treat yourself from the well."
Tom dropped to his knees and moved quickly between her legs, feeling the pressure of his cock against his pants. He couldn't wait to take his prick out and sink his cock into her dripping, wet pussy hole.
He placed his hands on her legs and slowly started to kiss her inner thighs, working his way down to her cunt lips which she kept open for him. He inhaled deeply the aroma of her sexual heat and licked the pussy juice on her thighs.
"Ooohhh," she moaned as he kissed her cunt fully and wetly. With his mouth on her burning cunt, she released her cunt lips and pulled his head down closer, thrusting herself up against him.
"Eat me ... eat me. Lick out my pussy juice. Lick me clean," she said, rotating her pussy against his licking tongue and mouth.
Tom thrust his tongue deeply into the pussy, licking her cunt juice hungrily, forgetting the forms and his job. He fat the pulsating walls of her moist cunt grasping his tongue. Her cunt lips drew his tongue in deeper and deeper.
As he sucked her pussy hole, he slipped both hands under her ass and lifted her up off the sofa. He massaged her two asscheeks and ran his fingers along her crank. Jean buckled under his soothing licks and prying fingers.
Tom could feel his balls producing cum by the ton as he tongued her eager pussy. She closed her thighs around his head and cried, "Suck my clit! Suck it ... lick it!"
Tom slipped his tongue over her quivering knob of erect flesh and instantly sucked her clit between his lips. Because his cock was throbbing madly inside his pants and his load of cum was becoming unbearable, he reluctantly released her clit and said, "Oh, please, let me fuck you. Let me fuck you."
Without waiting for her answer, he dropped his pants, releasing his hard-on from the confines of his pants.
"Tom ... you're so big!" Jean exclaimed. Because she had not had a cock inside her cunt for sometime, she knew it would be a tight fit indeed. She lifted her legs and held them totally spread for the fucking.
Tom moved up over her body and kissed her wetly on the mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply inside. Jean returned his kiss. Sliding her own tongue past his, she could taste the juice of her pussy.
"Ooohhh ... aaahhh ..." he gasped in frustration as his prick continued to miss the mark. With each hasty thrust, his cock slid over her pussy mound and for a moment he thought about coming inside her navel!
"Damn ... Tom ... here ... let me," she said, reaching down and taking hold of his cock. She felt the total hotness of his prickshaft and gave his cock a few strokes, sensing the blood rushing through the veins, giving his prick firmness and penetrating hardness.
When Tom felt her cunt lips around his bulbous cockhead, he plunged firmly, burying his prick inside her pussy and starting to fuck her like crazy. The spasms were coming quickly as his cock jerked within the moist walls of her tight cunt.
"Jesus ... Jesus!" he cried, bouncing her up off the sofa with each thrust. "I'm coming ... coming!" he cursed, feeling cheated of a good fuck.
"Aaaahhhhh," Jean moaned, feeling his cock stretching the walls of her cunt. "Oooh ... baby ... shoot it into me. Fill my cunt with your cum."
She returned his thrusts with lustful eagerness.
Tom continued to fuck and groan as the first load of boiling jism erupted from his cock. His cum shot straight for the heart of her pussy, and his first blast was immediately followed by another and another glob of sticky whiteness. As he fucked his prickshaft in and out, he smeared cum against the clenching walls of her cunt. He fucked her until the last drop of cum left his balls.
Jean sighed with relief. She felt a hundred times better now than she did when she woke up this morning. Getting an orgasm from her finger fucking and having a cock inside her, even though for a short time, had worked wonders for her. She smiled and silently cursed her husband, Sam.
"Oh ... you were good. Really good," she said, comforting him. Although she had hoped for a long hard fuck, he had still been good and she told him so. Besides, a quickie fuck was always better than no fuck at all.
"Here, let me suck your beautiful cock back to total hardness," she said, pulling his partially hard prick from her dripping cunt. She moaned as her pussy was suddenly empty but she slid happily down off the sofa, holding his cock before her mouth.
She started to stroke his softening prick and blew lightly on his bulbous red cockhead, shining with jism and cunt juice.
"Ooohh, shit," Tom muttered, feeling weak in the knees as she started to lick his cock, running her tongue up and down his prickshaft slowly, swirling her tongue over the cockhead. "Oohh ... yes ... aaahhh ... go to it, baby!"
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, running her lips over the redness of his prickhead, probing at his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. She squeezed his cockhead and opened further his pee hole, pressing the tip of her tongue into the prick opening.
"Suck it ... suck my cock!" he cried, not able to take the teasing longer. He held onto the sofa as she slowly started to swallow his prick, licking his cockshaft as his prick passed through her stretching lips and kept on sucking until his balls were slapping her chin.
After a time, Jean felt her jaws ache from sucking his cock but she didn't stop for a moment. As she continued to suck, she rotated his bouncing, cum-filled balls on the tips of her fingers.
"Uuuuuuurrrrrrgh!" she gasped as he took the initiative, fucking his cock in and out. Just as quickly, he stopped as she grasped his balls and squeezed. Tom was only too happy to let her continue at her own pace.
Feeling the strain, he lay down on the sofa as she, without releasing his cock, shifted her position and continued to suck his prick without missing a stroke. Jean welcomed his finger penetrating her dripping cunt lips and remembered the good fucking she wanted. She reluctantly freed her mouth from his cock.
"You owe me a fucking, Tom," she said, licking her lips, stroking his totally hard prick. "You should last a good while now," she added, positioning her pussyhole above the throbbing mass of his fuckable cock!
"You're right. And I always pay my debts," he replied.
"Glad to hear it," she said, lowering her cunt onto his prick. "Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me as hard as you can!" she screamed, clenching her teeth as his harden impaled her pussy totally and fully. "Ooohhh ... that's it ... fill me ... fill me with your hot burning flesh until you erupt and flood me!"
Tom felt a shudder go through him and he rammed his cock into her. With self-control, he started to fuck her to one orgasm after another, feeling the fuck juices pouring out of her, covering his groin and plastering his crotch hairs to her own.