John Damon

Balling horny wife

CHAPTER ONE

Susan Landry peered up at her husband as he knelt over her naked body. Even though the room was pitch dark, she could visualize his features, could imagine his nice, thick cock, ramrod stiff, poising itself to plunge into her hungry pussy.

She wanted to shout at him, "Fuck me, John, fuck my pussy!" However, she kept her silence, well aware that if she made any such remark he would have been terribly upset and also very turned off. Sex with John Landry was all too seldom anymore for her to risk blowing any of her occasional chances.

She felt his cock head touch her cunt, his knob shoving aside her pussy lips and pressing against her ovaled cunt slot, already oozing thick cream from her anxious body. Susan just wished sex could be as important to John as it was to her, that her needs and desires could somehow be matched with his.

She heaved a heavy sigh of relief as his cock head penetrated her pussy and wormed its way into her. She tried to hold him there, with just his prick knob inside her foamy cunt so she could work her pussy lips around his cock, make her strong muscles hug and caress his cock head until he screamed for joy.

Unfortunately, he cared little for such subtle pleasures. His prick plowed into her body, driving through her warm cunt tunnel until he was buried to the hilt, his balls flapping against her ass, his stomach pressed against hers.

Susan felt like crying at the sameness of their sex life. She could already see in her mind every movement that would be made by her husband.

He held himself in the depths of her cunt, warm pussy juices swirling around his fat cock shaft. He pulled back to his cock head and then began stroking her pussy with short, powerful thrusts, in and out, his tempo never changing. His prick drove into her pussy until he had it completely buried and then he slid it back out, his prick stalk smeared with her sticky cream, and then plunged back in, repeating the process over and over until he was done.

Susan closed her eyes. Even in the dark, it was too painful any more to even watch. It was at times like this that she was glad she had enjoyed a somewhat full sex life in high school and college. She could at least remember how good fucking could be. Or maybe it would have been better not to know, then she wouldn't know what she was missing and might be less sad over it.

John thrust in and out of her cunt, his even tempoed strokes gliding with almost predetermined rhythm in and out of her cunt slot. She humped her hips upward, her pussy throwing itself at his cock, banging her body against his, forcing the pleasure into her cunt, making it enjoy what little there was to be found in John's robot-like fucking.

Susan could feel her clit throbbing with pent up desire, begging her for the touch of a hand, the softness of a pair of lips or the darting joy of a warm tongue.

She kept pace with his body, clashing against him in a steady gait. She flexed her cunt muscles, tightening her pussy lips around the thickness of his cock shaft as he drove in and out, forcing his stalk to massage her wet, fleshy cunt. Her cunt lips clung to his cream-covered prick as it slipped in and out of her pussy. She milked his cock with her cunt, almost as if she were masturbating him inside her fiery pussy slot.

His prick plunged in and out as he drove at her cunt, his speed never changing, one even stroke after another. Her pussy sizzled with fire, flames consuming her clit, the tensions so tight inside her that her pussy hurt and her belly ached from the hard knots tied inside her stomach.

She could tell that he was fast approaching his climax. His cock was swelling inside her cunt canal, expanding with each stroke into her creamy pussy. She humped faster, trying to force him to speed up, racing her body in a dismal effort to squeeze some bits of pleasure from his cock. Her pussy clung to his prick, her fires burning, but not yet ready to burst inside her to afford the precious, wonderful relief she needed so very badly.

His explosion came. John's body went suddenly stiff and he emitted one long, low moan and sprayed his hot jism against the inner walls of her pussy. She tried to picture the scene in her mind, as though that might help her own body to reach the cunt tearing orgasm she wanted to feel. She could almost see his fat, stubby cock spewing his thick, rich cum into her pussy as she felt his prick leap and twitch inside her cunt. His prick was pouring squirt after squirt of his spunk into her pussy, mixing it with her own creamy cunt juices, letting it swirl around his shaft and drown his thick cock head with its sweet nectar.

Susan felt his hips shove his cock at her pussy as he fired off the last of his load. John pulled out and her body quivered as she felt his cum follow, draining from her pussy gash, her body, aching from the frustrations that had built up inside, a tightness from which there seemed to be no escape.

But, she told herself, when a rubber band gets stretched too far, it breaks. And she felt just like that rubber band ready to break at any moment. Only, she thought, when I break, it will, be to break loose!

She reached for his cock, but he turned his hips away from her.

"What are you doing. Sue?"

She smiled at him, unseen in the dark. "I thought you might be a little messy. I'd be glad to clean you up. I've got a mouth and a tongue here that would just love to lick your prick shiny clean."

"Susan Landry!" She could hear the shock in his voice. "Watch your language!"

"What's wrong?" she taunted. "Let's fuck again, John. Come on."

"Susan! You know I don't like to hear that kind of talk."

She rolled over onto her side. "Come on. Big John. Let's fuck some more. This time we'll turn the lights on and I'll get on top."

"That does it," he announced, almost grandly. "I'll sleep in the other bedroom tonight."

"Don't be stupid, John. Get back in bed."

He paused at the doorway. "No. I don't know what's gotten into you lately, Sue. A lady doesn't use the kind of language you seem to favor these days. I really don't want to be around you when you get like this."

She watched his shadowy form disappear. If he didn't make her so angry, she would have cried.

What has gotten into me? She had asked herself the same question many times lately, and she knew the answer. Nothing. That was the root of her problem, she was certain. Nothing had gotten into her lately.

She stretched out on the soft bed and cupped her tits with her hands, unable to remember the last time John had felt the fleshy mounds or sucked her hard nipples with his warm mouth.

Her hands traveled across her flat stomach until her fingers touched the bushy hair that covered her cunt in a soft, tangled mat.

She let a finger brush lightly up and down her outer cunt lips, running it over her long pussy slit, still damp with her juices and Johnny's cum. Her pussy hurt, it throbbed with the desire to be allowed some kind of release from the tensions that hammered at her clit. She scooped some of the jism and juice from her pussy and licked it off her fingers. Oh God, she thought, it tastes, so good!

It had been years since she had tasted a delicious cock in her mouth. John would never dream of doing such a thing. Sex was to be done in the bedroom in the dark, with her lying passively on the bed while he shoved his prick in and out of her pussy a few times. And after he blew his load, it was time for a cigarette and then, a good night's sleep.

Susan knew, regretfully, that she didn't have good night's sleep any more. How could any one sleep when her cunt hurt so badly?

She spread her pussy lips with her fingers and gently stroked her pussy slit. She toyed with her clit, felt its hard, throbbing stiffness as it poked its little head from her cunt. She touched it lightly and felt a jarring shock blaze through her pussy. She massaged it gently, wishing there was some way to get her mouth against it, to draw it sweetly between her lips and let her tongue roam freely over and around it. She wanted to suck it until her pussy exploded in a million shooting stars that would fill the room with light and smash the dam in her cunt that held back the awful pressures of her body that cried out in the dark for an escape from the prison of her pussy.

Susan eased a finger into her cum-filled cunt slot and circled it around her opening, her entire body tingling as she touched herself. She slipped three of her fingers inside her creamy cunt and began stroking herself slowly. Her pussy throbbed with desire, as steaming hot as a fiery torch.

Susan's fingers stroked in and out of her cunt slot. Her hand was covered with her creamy juices and the sticky remains of John's cum.

She let her thumb roll around her clit, her tiny love button twitching with delight from her soft stroking. She could sense the building up of the fires in her body, her cunt humping against her hand as her fingers slipped deeply inside her burning pussy gash.

It was nice, very nice, but it still wasn't a cock and that's what she wanted most of all. Not just a cock that would plow her cunt opening and fill her with jism, but one that would make love to her. It seemed a strange term to her, but that's the way she had come to think of it. John had sex with her she didn't even have that with him. What she really wanted was a prick to make love to her pussy.

Her fingers moved faster as they slid into her cunt, massaging her pussy to its peak, an intense heat searing the inner walls of her cunt slot.

Faster and faster, she plunged her hand in and out of her pussy gash, her sweet juices pouring over her fingers. What a waste, she thought, when John could be drinking them from her body.

Her firm ass bounced up and down on the bed as she finger-fucked herself, her pussy readying itself for her explosion. Her cunt was tightening itself around her hand until the bombs burst inside her loins and her body bucked and leaped against her fingers as she fired off her load, creamy nectar flowing from her body to soak the bed covers. Her cunt squeezed her fingers, hurting to feel the touch of flesh, any kind of flesh, within her pussy.

She stretched out on the bed, curling her toes and letting the warmth of relaxation flow over her long, lean torso. It hadn't been much of a climax, she admitted, but, then, it never was when she had to bring herself off with her hand.

Her mind drifted, imagining all the things she would do with John, if he just wasn't so puritanical. Somehow, she thought, he had never escaped from the Victorian Age, and he just was not enough to satisfy her pussy's needs any more.

She imagined the thrills she could have sucking his nice fat cock and feeling him blow his thick wad into her throat, creaming her mouth with his hot jism while her lips sucked at his prick shaft and her tongue bathed his hard cock knob.

She felt a shiver pass through her cunt slit when she thought about having his lips pressed against her cunt, his tongue stabbing her hot pussy, scooping out her pussy honey and stoking the fires that blazed in her body, his lips sucking at her clit, tapping it with his warm tongue.

She even dreamed of him rolling her over, his hands spreading the cheeks of her ass while he plunged his fiery prick into her asshole, reaming her out, flooding her bowels with his steamy spunk.

It could all be so wonderful, she thought, if there was just someway to get John to cooperate, or, at least, try. But, she wondered, what will it take to do it? What sort of shock will it take to jolt him out of his set, deeply ingrained habits? How can I make him see what sex can really be like, the fun, the pleasure, the enjoyment that could be had if he would make the effort?

Susan was certain of one thing. Whenever he wanted to try, he would find his wife a most willing and anxious partner.

She let her mind roam freely in the dark, her cunt still bitterly disappointed. A few steady, uninspired strokes, with no build-up, no foreplay, just couldn't appease the hurt that lingered within her hungry pussy and her own fingers would never be a proper substitute for a real prick.

She thought again about buying a vibrator. It was an idea she had had with increasing frequency lately. Again, she decided that it might be nice and interesting, but it still wasn't what she wanted a man's prick.

She even allowed her thoughts to drift to another woman, something she had never tried before, but which had begun to greatly intrigue her. After all, she thought, sex with another woman wasn't really like sex with another man. It almost didn't even seem like cheating on John, at least not the way being with another man did.

With visions of beautiful women floating through her brain, Susan's eyes grew heavy and she closed them, falling into a troubled, restless sleep, her pussy still burning beneath the thin sheet tossed over her naked body.

CHAPTER TWO

John tightened the knot of his tie against his collar. He checked himself carefully in the mirror, insuring his own ego that he presented the proper appearance for a young, upcoming attorney.

He turned toward the bed as he slipped on his suit coat. "The TV repair man will be here about ten. Now, be sure that he sees how badly the color is messed up."

Susan leaned against the headboard. She let the sheet slide down just the tiniest bit, allowing a hint of her dark nipples to show, testing the effect it would have on him. She could have guessed the answer without even bothering to try anything.

He bent over, kissed her lightly on the forehead and said: "I'll see you this evening."

She sat with her eyes closed, hardly aware that be had gone. The old aches from last night were still there, bubbling just below the surface. They were ready to explode without warning. Susan sometimes wondered what would happen if she ever really did break loose.

She hopped from the bed and stood before the full length mirror. It was still one hell of a body, she told herself. There wasn't anything there for a twenty-nine year-old woman to be ashamed of, that was for sure.

The black hair swung freely to her white shoulders, framing a face that was a vision of loveliness in itself. Her legs, long, slender, and firmly muscled, flowed into rounded, firmly curved hips that dipped sharply into a narrow, flat waistline. Below that was the hair, thick and full, that covered her pussy.

Her tits were full and firm, ripe melons that jutted high and proud on her chest, each capped by a large, dark, highly sensitive nipple that ached to be sucked. Her tits were heavily marbled with faint blue veins that disappeared in the rich darkness of her nipple.

No, she told herself, it can't be the body that doesn't turn John on. Any man should be happy to find himself in bed with a body like this.

She settled back down on the bed, dangling her tiny feet over the edge. No, she thought, it's certainly not the body that is the problem. Others had found it very attractive, even when she had been much younger.

She closed her eyes and saw Ben plainly in her mind. So handsome, she had thought. And the star of the football team, too. It had been such a surprise that the hot shot senior had even known the shy freshman existed, much less had asked her for a date. How could any girl refuse?

The next surprise had come when he had casually unbuttoned her blouse at the drive-in, his hand slipping under her bra to fondle her still budding tits. The fiery wave that suddenly rushed through her body at that moment had stolen all of her willpower!

She helped him slip off her panties and thought for a moment she would die when his strong hand covered her cunt, his thick finger pushing her pussy lips apart and rubbing up and down her cunt slit. She couldn't keep her ass still on the car seat as he massaged her pussy gash and she grew wetter with each stroke of his hand.

His cock was free of his pants and Ben guided her head toward it with surprising gentleness. She kissed his cock head and let her tongue slip between her lips to bathe his prick knob with her saliva.

She had shocked herself that night, never having done any such thing before. Later, she had decided that perhaps her one special gift was being a cock sucker, because she most certainly was a natural at it.

Her lips parted and she placed them around the top portion of his prickknob and slowly sucked his cock head inside her mouth, her tongue working ceaselessly as she licked his quivering cock head, probing with her tongue into his tiny opening, squeezing from it her first taste of pre-cum. She rolled the drops around in her mouth, pleasantly amazed at the strange, salty-sweetness of his juice, before she swallowed eagerly, her cunt sending her signals that it wanted some of him, too.

She licked his cock head thoroughly, her tongue stroking around the underside where the shaft and knob joined together. She heard Ben moan softly before he moved his head closer to her, freed her tits from the confines of her bra and drew her nipples into his mouth, sucking them as though he were a baby in his mother's arms.

Susan bobbed her head lower, gulping more of his hard prick shaft into her mouth. She supposed, in her ignorance, that she was obliged in some manner to cram his entire prick into her mouth, never imagining that it was for most women, a rather difficult feat.

She slid his cock in and out of her mouth, slipping lower and lower on his stalk each time her head went down. His hips thrust upward, driving his prick deeper into her mouth, her lips pressed tightly against his hot flesh, sucking at his cock shaft as it stroked in and out of her mouth, her lips tingling against his root.

She had, of course, heard the girls talking about going down on a guy, sucking his cock or giving him a blow job. It seemed strange to Susan that it was something her friends had turned their noses up at as something not to be done. It seemed like something terrific to her and she was enjoying every minute of it as he fucked her in the mouth, his cock-knob plunging into her throat, filling her mouth with his hot prick. Her cheeks drew inward as she sucked his long prick, keenly aware of the heat that his cock gave off inside her mouth.

She had never had such a sensation in her tits before. They seemed so alive, so burning with fire as he sucked on them, his tongue lapping at her nipples their tiny tips jutting outward like hard, little fingers, smoldering with the heat of her desire.

Susan sensed the dampness in her pussy as it filled itself with her honeyed cunt juices, spilling out and dripping onto her leg, wet and sticky, gleaming brightly in the faint light.

She had never known such emotions in her loins before. They seemed to fill her from the inside and make her suck faster and harder on the prick that filled her mouth with such tasty delight.

She bobbed her head faster and faster as Ben thrust his hips at her face, plunging his cock in and out of her throat. She felt his cock was growing inside her mouth, expanding, thickening, stuffing her mouth with more prick than she could handle.

Her nipples slipped from his mouth and he groaned as she worked on his prick, moaning as the waves of pleasure swarmed over his body.

"Oooohhh, Jesus! I'm coming!" He meant it as a warning to her, but she neither understood nor cared.

His ass flew upward from the car seat and he blew his wad into the depths of her throat, creaming her mouth with his hot cum. Susan didn't know what else to do but swallow as she gulped as rapidly as she could to keep up with the river of jism that sprayed from his pulsating cock.

Ben squirted wad after wad of thick, white spunk down her throat and she ate every drop of it, her body alive and tingling as she felt it slosh around in her mouth and slide down her throat, warming her body as it flowed down into her belly. When he stopped firing, she carefully licked his prick clean, sucking up the remains of his cum with her lips, playing his cock with her tongue, folding and curling it around his thick prick shaft, feeling it soften even as she licked.

She liked it even better the following Saturday night when Ben had pulled her over onto his lap, his mouth seizing her stiff nipples as he positioned her over the head of his ramrod prick head and slowly lowered her body onto his.

She jerked at the first touch of his hot cock-knob against the opening of her creamy cunt slot. His cock head penetrated her pussy and she nearly fainted with joy right there on the spot.

His fat cock-knob pushed open her pussy and she felt herself descending on his long prick shaft, filling her cunt with his fiery cock the same way he had filled her mouth.

Susan slid lower and lower until her pussy swallowed all of his prick, their bodies meeting at the groin, his cock embedded in her cunt. She nearly drowned his prick in her cunt juices, pouring her cream around his stalk, filling her pussy tunnel with her sticky honey.

With the slightest pressure from his hands, she knew what to do next. Ben mouthed her tits and nipples as she rose and fell on his prick, sliding upwards until nothing more than his fat cock-knob lay hidden in her pussy. And then plunging downward, dropping her body down his prick shaft until he was driven up to his hilt in her burning pussy.