"Don't you want me to fuck you, darling?" he asked. He rubbed his dick through his shorts and stared hungrily at her hairy, wet cunt, like a starving man confronting his first meal in weeks. "Tell me about it. I'll bet you can't wait to have your pussy filled by this nice, thick prick!"
Donna hesitated. Her conscience was returning now – she remembered her husband, their marriage. She'd already cheated on Roy, but she hadn't actually fucked the salesman yet. She could still get out with some of her dignity intact.
Then Townes pulled down his shorts, revealing his nakedly throbbing hard-on. Abruptly all thoughts of conscience flew out of Donna's mind.
"Stick it in me," she begged hotly. Staring at his long, thick dick, she wiggled her horny ass to the edge of the couch and fingered her pussy before his eyes.
"Okay. You win. Just raw it in me. Right now, Mr. Townes! Fuck my cunt hard!"
Chuckling triumphantly, Townes leaned forward until the rosy crown of his cock touched the hairy slit of her pussy. For awhile he teased her with the tip of his prick, holding the veined shaft in his fist and rubbing the spongy knob all over her cunt opening until Donna thought she'd go insane with desire.
"I said fuck me!" she shouted. Wantonly she began humping her ass, feverishly trying to lift her pussy to the satisfying shaft of his cock. "Fuck me with it, fuck me with that big dick! Fuck meeee…"
Townes bucked his ass, stabbing the first three inches of his throbbing cock into the buttery sheath of her cunt tunnel. He gasped as he felt what a tight, hot pussy Donna had. Then he began to pump rhythmically, forcing inch after inch of his meaty hard-on into her sucking, burning cunt.
"Oh God," Donna whimpered. She shut her eyes and winced as he fed her his dick, crying with pleasure and shaking her head repeatedly back and forth. "Oh fuck, Mr. Townes… oh fuck, oh shit… oh Godddd…"
When he had all of his prick embedded in her pussy Townes immediately started fucking her hard and fast, savagely pounding his cock into her cunt. Donna didn't take a moment to respond. She locked her thighs around his waist and wildly started screwing him back, gyrating her nimble ass like a bitch in heat.
"Does it feel good, baby?" Townes grunted. He steadied the rhythm of his fucking, slipping his prick in and out of the hairy bush between her legs. Donna's pussy was so wet that his rod was already greased with her fuck juices. "This is what you wanted, right? I'll bet you needed a good fuck a lot more than any of my old brushes!"
"H-h-harder!" Donna hissed. She humped her ass so hard that the couch jiggled on the floor, punching her pussy onto his big dick. "I love it, Mr. Townes! Oh Christ, you're making me horny again! Horny, so fucking horny. I'm gonna come again! Keep fucking me, oh yes! I want to feel your cream!"
Donna lifted her arms and clung needfully to Townes' shoulders. Her big, creamy-white jugs jiggled with every fucking motion of her hips, and the luscious nipples goose-bumped with their stiffness.
Townes couldn't keep his eyes off her huge jugs. Finally he lowered his face into her cleavage as he continued to ream out her pussy. Catching one rubbery-stiff nipple between his lips, he sucked it hard. The taste excited him. Townes fucked her cunt harder than ever before, feverishly pumping his cum oozing cock into the sopping, clinging tunnel of Donna's cunt.
"I'm coming again!" Donna cried. Helplessly she bit Townes' shoulder as the heat suddenly exploded inside her pussy. "Unh! Oh yes, there, oh there! Unggghhh! Fuck me, Mr. Townes, fuck me with your big prick."
Donna's pussy clutched the hard center of his thrusting cock, as if to milk his hairy balls into her cunt along with his cock. Townes couldn't stand it. His nuts swelled with his jism; his prick began to jerk and throb painfully as he prepared to unload.
"Ahhhh, yessss," Townes sighed. He delivered a few more quick, savage thrusts, then collapsed on her voluptuous nakedness and rammed his cock as far up her cunt as he could.
The creamy jism gushed out of his swollen cockhead, deluging Donna's pussy with cum. Donna had never felt anything like it; in a year of fucking, her husband had never shot off so much so hard.
Again and again the white cream shot out of Townes' pulsing cock, until his balls were completely drained of seed. Donna felt his jism filling her small cunt. It dripped out of her hairy slit and ran down her thighs, forming a sticky stain on the couch.
"Oh, Mr. Townes!" she sighed. Hotly she continued to pump her ass beneath him, milking his dick with her pussy long after his climax was through.
She'd finally fucked another man, and she knew she'd enjoyed it. Now Donna had to worry if she'd give in to temptation again.
CHAPTER THREE
Roy never discovered Donna's fuck session with the traveling salesman, but that didn't make her feel any less ashamed of herself. She'd been stricken with remorse as soon as Townes had left that afternoon.
How could she have given her pussy to another man? It didn't matter how horny she was. When Roy returned from work that evening, Donna showered him with attention, purging her guilt by being as nice to him as she could. She swore to herself that she'd never cheat on him again.
But that was before Phil joined them, for a drinking party a few nights later.
Phil was one of Roy's buddies at work. At twenty-six he was closer to Donna's age, and he still had the long hair and beard he'd grown in college. Donna had been secretly attracted to him for a long time – as horny as she was, she was attracted to a lot of men – and several times she'd caught Phil glancing hungrily at her big tits and shapely ass. But if they hadn't been drunk she would never have dreamed of doing, anything about it.
Now Phil, Roy and Donna had been sitting in the living room guzzling booze for the past several hours, and Donna could feel the conversation becoming dangerously loose. Roy was stoned enough to make sexual comments about her body, and Phil didn't seem to mind looking where her husband was pointing. Donna kept fidgeting. She didn't like the way she felt, but the talk was turning her on.
"Tell me the truth," Roy said drunkenly, swinging his glass and spilling scotch all over the sofa. "Does my wife, or does she not, have the biggest fucking pair of tits you've ever seen?"
Donna blushed embarrassedly. Roy was showing her off like a prize-winning dog.
"They're pretty big, all right," Phil said, staring pointedly at her breasts.
"They're fucking huge!" Roy shouted. "Biggest tits you ever saw! Least on a girl who ain't fat! Shit, her whole body's fantastic! Old Donna's gotta have the best fucking body this side of Acapulco, I swear to God!"
"I think I have to agree with you, old buddy," Phil leered. "But it's kind of hard to judge when she still has her clothes on."
"Roy, please stop it," Donna interrupted desperately. Every second her pussy grew wetter and hotter. "It's not right to talk this way in front of company."
"Company, hell!" Roy grunted. "Phil here's our friend and you God damn well know it! C'mon, Donna, do a strip for us! Show him I'm not bullshitting! Show my buddy here what I get to sink my dick into every night!"
"Roy." Donna gasped.
Then, abruptly, Roy passed out. As he started laughing his shoulders sagged, and his mouth hung open. Phil and Donna watched as his body crumpled on the sofa. The next thing they knew he was dead to the world.
It wasn't a complete surprise. Roy had never been particularly good at holding his liquor, and he'd been drinking heavily all evening. But now the air was charged with sexual tension, and Donna couldn't help noticing the bulge in Phil's pants. Suddenly she was alone with a drunk and horny man.