"Come for me," she burbled breathlessly. She sucked his cock as hard as she could, rhythmically puckering and bellowing her cheeks as she struggled to breathe around the thickness of his tool. "Come on, baby! I want to taste it! Shoot your load and let me gulp it down!"
"Ahh, ahh, ahhh," Roy gasped. Wincing, he pulled Donna's hair and hammered his ass off the bed in a driven frenzy of lust. "Okay, Donna! Oh shit, oh fuck, here it comes… nnnahhh."
Roy jerked his hip suddenly upwards, ramming every inch of his throbbing, jerking dick into the buttery wetness of his wife's throat. Donna nearly gagged around the thickness of his cock. But she managed to keep sucking harder than ever, anxious for the hot spurts of his cum.
A long stream of jism erupted from the knob of Roy's prick, shooting violently down Donna's throat. The first spurt pumped out so hard that she never had a chance to taste it. Then more cream flooded out of his dickhead, and Donna moaned with satisfaction as her mouth was deluged with thick, salty cum.
Roy held her head and continued to rock and buck his ass, wincing and swearing as the jism burned out of his cum slit. Greedily Donna gulped down every drop. Afterwards she held his still-pulsing meat in her fist and lovingly licked and kissed the swollen knob, refusing to allow even a single delicious drop to escape the swipes of her tongue.
"Now you get to fuck me," she purred. "Oh Roy, your prick's still so long and stiff. Now you get to ram it up my cunt."
"Unh-unh, baby," Roy muttered. He shook his head and pushed Donna away. "You already begged one come out of me, and that's all you're gonna get. I have to go to work tomorrow. I'm going to [missing text]."
"Awww, Roy!"
Roy shut his eyes and started to roll onto his side. Donna couldn't let it happen. Sucking his dick had made her unbearably horny. She could feel her heartbeat throbbing in her pussy, and her clit was so stiff it hurt. She had to pack Roy's dick up her cunt.
Thinking quickly, knowing she had to act before his cock softened, Donna climbed on top of him. Her knees dug into the mattress to either side of his hips, holding his ass flat on the bed. She grabbed the veined shaft of his cock and directed the bloated knob between the pouting lips of her dripping cunt.
"God damn it, Donna!" Roy muttered. He gaped at her, surprised that his young wife could be so bold. "Didn't you just hear what I…"
"I don't care!" Donna squealed. "You're going to fuck me! I need to get fucked!"
She bucked her round little ass in a downward, spiraling motion, forcing the first several inches of his cock up her aching cunt. Immediately she felt her pussy walls stretching to accept her husband's dick, the slit of her cunt gaping as it sucked around his invading shaft.
His prick felt so big and good. A flush spread over Donna's huge tits as new wetness coursed into her pussy. She leaned forward, gripping her husband's shoulders. Then she rhythmically pumped and humped her ass, forcing more and more, of his dick inside her burning cunt.
"For Christ's sake, Donna, would you cut out the crap?" Roy protested. "I'm not horny anymore! Can't you just, beat your meat or something? I got to get to sleep!"
"F-f-fuck meeee," Donna gurgled. She rested with all of his cock throbbing inside her, savoring the way it felt to have her cunt packed with hard dick. "Just fuck me… I'm so horny… fuck me haaaard!"
Donna started humping again, fast and hard, hammering her hungry pussy onto his dick. Roy started to respond in spite of himself.
His cock grew to total stiffness as her cunt muscles sucked around it, as if he'd never come at all. A shudder passed through his body. His expression glazed with lust. "Oh Donna," he sighed. "Your cunt… it's so tight. Oh fuck!"
"Fuck me," Donna pleaded persistently. Her stiff, crimson nipples brushed his chest as her mammoth tits swung with the motions of fucking. "Come on, darling! Make my pussy cream!"
"You little cunt," Roy swore savagely. "You always got to get what you want!"
Roy locked his powerful hands around the jiggling globes of his wife's ass. Then he began to buck his ass to meet her strokes, stabbing his bursting hard-on wetly through the grip of her sucking fuck tunnel.
"Unggghh! Harder, Roy, fuck me harder!" Donna shouted. She pistoned her ass so feverishly that the bed began to shake beneath them. "My pussy's getting hotter now! Oh yes, I love your stiff cock! I'm getting close, Roy, I'm gonna come!"
"Little bitch, little fucking bitch!" Roy repeated. He sounded furious with himself for giving in to Donna's desires. "Always horny, always want to get laid! Fucking nympho bitch!"
Donna didn't care what names her husband called her – his rage only made him fuck harder. Happily she pumped her pussy onto his driving prick, moaning and grimacing as the burning heat built in the depths of her cunt. Any moment, she thought. Any second oh yes… oh there… ahhhhh!
"Coming, Roy!" Donna gasped. She clawed his shoulders and fucked him as hard as she could, shrieking as the wetness of her pussy soaked his cock hairs with juice. "Awwww yes! Awwwww fuck, oh shit, Roy, fuck my cunt!"
The spasms exploded deep inside her fuck hole, making her clit tingle and her pussy clamp needfully around Roy's cock. Roy sighed in agony and stabbed his rock-hard dick as far into her cunt as he could.
The second load of jism cascaded from the tip of his dick, anointing her ravaged cunt with cum. Roy held onto her ass and kept pumping his rod into her pussy until all of the cream had drained from his swollen balls.
Roy pulled his wilted cock unceremoniously from Donna's pussy and rolled over, already preparing to sleep. Donna lay on her back and stared at the ceiling long after he'd begun to snore. Soon she began to finger-fuck herself, still shamefully horny for another climax.
She didn't want to cheat on him, she thought miserably. Donna loved her husband – why wouldn't he just give her enough fucking? Men propositioned her on the street all the time. Pretty soon she might take one of them up on it. She didn't want to, but she was so horny. She was horny all the time.
CHAPTER TWO
His cock… long and thick and stiff. It's throbbing, for me. He wants to stick it in my pussy – now… oh yes, all the way in… all the way up my juicy cunt…
Donna lay naked on her bed, deliriously finger-fucking herself to another come. It was two in the afternoon, but she hadn't gotten any housework done. Four days had passed since Roy had fucked her. She was hornier than ever.
He's fucking me now! Oh fuck, I can feel it, it's all the way inside! He's fucking my pussy… in and out… fast and hard! Oh God, I need it… I need to get fucked so bad… ummmmm…
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Swearing irritably, Donna withdrew her fingers from her sopping pussy and rose from the bed. She threw on a terrycloth bathrobe and headed impatiently to the door. Whoever it was would be gotten rid of in a hurry. Donna didn't like to be interrupted when she was about to come.
But her visitor turned out to be an unusually handsome man. Donna almost gasped when she opened the door. He was about forty, old enough to be her father, with a solid, masculine build, a square jaw and a full head of gray hair. The man was wearing a suit and carrying an enormous briefcase – a traveling salesman.
"Harry Townes, ma'am, representative of the Atlas Brush and Cleanser Company!" the man said brightly. "Mind if I invade your lovely home for a minute or two sand show you my wares?"
Donna was so flustered by Harry Townes' good looks that she forgot her resolve to send him away. "Why yes, of course," she replied awkwardly, and held open, the door. "Come right in."
The salesman grinned and walked straight past Donna into the living room, finding it as instinctively as a bloodhound following a scent. But as he passed her she saw him glance at her big, braless tits jiggling under the bathrobe, and she knew he'd become aware of the extreme voluptuousness of her young body.