"Mmmmmm, yesssss," she sighed.
She slumped back against the couch and closed her eyes, blotting out everything but the good feelings she was giving to herself with her rimming fingertip. Her clit was supersensitive, reacting even to her most light and feathery touch. Very slowly and gradually she increased the speed of her rimming, working herself to a fever pitch of arousal. Soon her finger was dripping with her molten cunt cream.
Even as she played with herself, she couldn't help thinking that she'd never masturbated during the first ten years or so of her marriage. It hadn't been necessary. Gil had, always taken super care of her in bed. But since all these money worries had come up, and he'd been working overtime, she just wasn't getting laid enough. And that was when she'd started playing with herself for relief.
She'd been awkward at first, but it hadn't taken her long to develop a few favorite and sure-fire techniques. This was one of them, rimming her juice-slick joy button with a fingertip, increasing the tempo till she was panting with need and jerking her hips in an urgent fucking motion. When she got to that stage, she could come in an instant.
"Oooooo, shit, yesssss," she moaned.
Just one firm stroke of her fingertip, and she was going to be in orbit. Brenda knew that, and she needed to come desperately, but she greedily prolonged that exciting moment when she hung on the very brink of orgasm. Very very slowly she twirled her finger around the violently throbbing shaft of her clit, giving herself hot little pleasure-stabs. Finally she couldn't stand it any more. She pressed her fingertip to the center of her swollen clit and caine like a bomb.
"Ohhhhhh God, yes, yessssssss!" she wailed.
Her whole body seemed to melt with that blast of ecstasy, sizzling and writhing and throbbing. Her whole hand was drenched with a heavy flood of molten come-cream. Brenda sobbed with relief as the powerful climax ripped through her, but even as she started coming down from it, she knew it wasn't going to be enough. One climax was rarely enough for her these days, she had so much bottled-up lust to take care of.
As the last delicious after-spasms of her climax faded, she switched to her other favorite way of playing with herself. She quickly tugged her panties down to her feet and slipped halfway out of them, letting them dangle from one slender ankle. That way she could pull them up fast if anybody came to the door. Then she spread her legs very wide and bunched three fingers together, imitating the size and thickness of a cock. She pressed her fingers against the juice-filled mouth of her cunt and started pushing them inside.
"My God, yes, get into me," she gasped.
She always pretended some faceless stranger was fucking her when she masturbated this way. She'd started out using only one finger in her cunt, then two, and finally three. Three was a lot more like the real thing. Gradually she crammed her cunt with hot stiff fingers, pretending the stranger was gliding his stiff prick her, filling her deliciously full of the hard throbbing meat.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, ft's good," he moaned.
She pushed her bunched fingers into her cunt as far as she could get them, then started jerking them in a fucking motion, pretending it was the stranger's cock hammering in and out of her famished pussy hole. It felt fantastic. In fact it was almost as good as actually getting fucked. Almost.
"Unnnnhhhhh, yes, do it to me, fuck me hard," she moaned to her imaginary lover.
Her fingers were making a loud obscene sucking noise as they reamed the thick juice from her hungrily gripping box. She was scorching hot inside, and her cream was coming in helpless thick floods. After two weeks without a man, she was ragingly horny, as needy as she'd ever been in her life. Frantically she pistoned her fingers in her starved cunt, working them faster and harder by the second.
"Fuck me, dammit, fuck me to death," she babbled.
She arched her body up, taking her jerking fingers as deep as she could get them in her flooded box. She felt the hot pleasure building in her slit, building to the point where she could hardly contain it any longer. Her whole hand was drenched with cream by now, and she was working her fingers with lightning speed. She soared to the very brink of orgasm and hung there, moaning in ecstasy.
"Ooooooo, fuck, make me come, make me come," she whimpered, "I'll go crazy if I don't get off."
Her fantasy lover obliged hammering the stiff meat into her, making her sol with pleasure. She closed her eyes tightly, and her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace as she hurtled toward climax. She felt her cunt clamp hard around her fingers as the first delicious spasm wracked her body. With a hoarse howl she began to come, her tall body bucking and writhing, her high-heeled shoes beating out a helpless rhythm on the rug.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, ohhhhhhh!" she wailed. It was a violent body-wracking climax, and it left her breathless and gasping. But it didn't leave her satisfied. She really hadn't expected it to. It would take care of her lust for a few minutes, but it wasn't what she really needed. What she craved was a man's thick hard cock. She needed a good hard fucking. Dizzily she glanced at the clock and saw that it was half past ten. Where in hell was Gil?
She went to wash here cream-soaked hand, feeling more horny and frustrated by the second. Then just as she was coming out of the bathroom she heard a car pull up to the house. She gave a yelp of delight and hurried for the front door. Sure enough, it was Gil. She threw the door open and ran down the steps in her negligee, not giving a damn what the neighbors thought.
"Oh, honey, I'm so glad to see you," she cried, throwing herself into Gil's open arms.
He laughed and kissed her and carried her into the house. Brenda could tell he was exhausted. He'd overdone it again. After setting her down, he collapsed into his favorite chair, and she hurried to bring him a cold beer. He downed it very quickly. She perched on the arm of his chair and leaned down to give him a sensuous kiss, darting her tongue into his mouth. To her disappointment, his response was feeble, and as they broke the kiss he gave her an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, honey," he said, "but I'm just bushed. Maybe tomorrow morning we can get off a quickie before I leave."
"Before you what?" Brenda exclaimed.
Gil looked sheepish. "I signed up for another haul," he said. "It'll only be a week this time, and you know we need the money."
Brenda groaned. She'd been two long lonely weeks without love making, and now he was proposing to be gone for another week? "Gil," she sighed, "I have to be honest with you. I'm gonna go crazy if I don't get laid pretty soon. Here, maybe I can help things along."
She slid down to kneel between his legs, and she reached eagerly for the fly of his jeans. Luckily he almost never wore shorts, so her work was easy. All she had to do was unzip his fly and ease his cock free. She fisted the thick hairy base of his big prick and stuffed the rest into her mouth. Gil flinched and groaned, and as she began to suck loudly and hungrily on his prick, she knew she had his complete attention.
"Ahhhhhh, Jesus," he moaned.
He might have been exhausted, but there was plenty of life left in his cock. It responded fast as Brenda noisily sucked it. She felt the huge slab of meat swelling up hard. It pushed her lips wide apart and butted into the back of her throat, almost choking her. She drew back a little and gurgled with excitement as salty cream dripped from his cock onto her taste buds.
"Mrnmmmm, uuummmnim," she sighed.
"You got what you were after, baby," Gil leered, "so you better get those panties off and get over to the couch."
Those were just the words Brenda wanted to hear. Releasing his rigid spit-soaked cock, she skinned out of her clothes and ran naked to the couch. She flopped down on her back and flung one long shapely leg up over the back of the couch, lewdly exposing her wet pink slit. Gil ogled it as he tore out of his clothing. He lumbered toward her, his eight-inch dick weaving lewdly and stiffly.