Sheila Kane walked briskly into the tiny bedroom on the second floor of her home. Moving quickly across the thickly carpeted floor, she threw open the heavy blue drapes. Sheila turned around and nervously brushed back her long blonde hair, smiling at the tall, black-haired man who had followed her up the stairs. She could sense that he was becoming more interested in her big tits and firm ass than he was in the room.
"It's not exactly the White House, but it is cheap," Sheila said, feeling torrents of hot blood fill, her spongy cuntlips in spite of every attempt to calm her snatch down. She almost groaned with delight as she felt her pussy membranes slowly stretch and throb.
Stop it! Sheila screamed to herself as she curled her fingers into her palms and dug her fingernails into her sweaty skin.
"Like I said, I don't need a palace – just some place where I can get away for a few hours a day," the stranger remarked offhandedly as he continued to stare at her swelling tits.
"Mister – ah," Sheila began, moving away from the bed and toward the doorway. She was fighting an almost overpowering urge to roll over on the mattress and toss her feet high in the air. Sheila could feel torrents of hot twat juice oozing through her bristling cunthairs as she tried to keep her legs from trembling so uncontrollably. But her body seemed to be spiraling out of control. Sheila felt her pussylips springing widely open then slamming shut as she pictured this man's cock growing and stiffening against his hot, hairy, powerful belly. These were thoughts she knew were improper for a woman with two teenaged sons to have.
"Anthony. Frank Anthony," he said warmly, flashing a broad smile at Sheila.
"Yes, Mr. Anthony. You know, I've got two sons living here," she started. Sheila wanted to let him know that she wasn't taking him in just because she wanted stud service. She was a respectable woman whose ex-husband refused to make alimony payments and who had to take in boarders to keep the bill collectors from beating down her door.
"Really? Maybe my daughter can meet them sometime," Frank said, still grinning at her. Sheila felt her nipples scratching angrily against the stiffened cotton material of her bra. They seemed to be broiling in those big cups, and Sheila would have given anything to unbutton her sheer white blouse and unsnap that uncomfortable halter.
"Oh, then you're married?" Sheila said uncomfortably, wondering just what he needed the room for. She hoped he wasn't some kind of freako who was into whips and dead bodies or something.
"Widowed – for about three years. Marianne's been living with me since then. It hasn't been easy being father and mother to a eighteen-year-old," Frank said as his smile faded slowly.
"I'm-I'm sorry," Sheila said, a little ashamed of herself for prying.
"Don't worry about it," Frank said, brightening, obviously pleased with Sheila's concern. "I don't groan about it any more. All I want is some place where I can do my writing. You know, Marianne and her friends turn the house into an asylum sometimes. Even the basement sounds like a bomb-testing site when those kids are over," Frank said, laughing loudly.
"I know what you mean. It isn't much easier with two sons that same age," Sheila agreed. She felt herself relaxing now. Any worry that Frank might be a weirdo was gone now. That meant all he had to do was make the first move and she'd be shoving her burning pussy into his face.
"You're widowed too?" Frank said, slowly moving his right hand across his leg toward his bulging crotch.
"No, divorced," Sheila said, opening her mouth slightly and wetting her lower lip in excitement as she watched the muscular man begin to squeeze the rock-hard protrusion between his powerful legs. "Then you're alone too?" Frank said as he began to play with himself openly.
"Oh, I date occasionally," Sheila said breezily as she hid her cold, trembling fingers behind her back. It was the last attempt at trying to keep her pussy respectable. Since the divorce five months ago, Sheila hadn't had a cock in her twat. She was trying to live down the scandal that had thrown her boring marriage of eighteen years into the realm of public outrage. If she hadn't changed her name, and if it hadn't been for the surprising support she'd received from her two sons, Sheila knew she'd have plunged into a nervous breakdown.
"I wish I could be that outgoing, but I've got trouble communicating with women," Frank said, running his fingers up and down the clear outline of his now fully extended prick.
Not with that dick you don't, Sheila thought to herself as she felt her snatch blow apart like an overheated blast furnace. What did this man need to get into action – neon lights that blinked "FUCK ME"? To hell with the scandal and respectability. Sheila felt five months of carefully cultivated chastity fall into ruin as she watched Frank's prick throb against his tight-fitting Levi's. All the blonde could think about was how deliciously stretched her pussy membranes would feel as Frank's meaty prickhead pushed them slowly apart and sank down deep into her sucking snatch.
"Uh, what do you write?" Sheila asked, feeling her brain spinning with passion. She didn't know how long she could keep up with this kind of small talk. Her breathing was becoming more shallow and rapid as her heart pounded like a triphammer, threatening to rip through her rib cage. Sweat poured out from under her arms and down her forehead as she felt her pink silk panties clinging wetly to her stiff, sparking pussy hairs.
"Well, I hope you don't mind, but I write porno," Frank said hotly.
"Oh God!" Sheila said, feeling her knees finally buckling from under her. That last bit of information sent an explosion of mind-ripping contractions through her smoldering snatch. She reached out and grabbed the bedpost for support as she stared lustfully into Frank's glowing blue eyes.
Sheila couldn't hide her passion from him any more. She felt like a bitch dog in heat. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted to feel inch after hot meaty inch of stiff prick meat driving deeper and deeper into her heaving gut. It had been pricks that had gotten her into trouble and the divorce courts in the first place, and Sheila had tried to get off them the way a junkie tries to kick heroin. She had about the same kind of success. After a few months, she was readier than ever to get back into the habit.
"Something wrong?" Frank asked curiously as he walked over to her.
"I, uh, uh," Sheila stammered. She wanted him to fuck her right there, but didn't have the courage to come right out and tell him what she thought.
"Do you have a fever? Christ, your skin's about as hot as a stove," Frank said, pretending to be naive at first. Then Sheila looked closely and saw that he was grinning slyly at her.
"I've got a fever, all fight. But it's not the flu," she said huskily, surprised at her sudden forward attitude. It was her cunt speaking. Just like some people claim to be possessed by the devil and act completely different afterward, Sheila was possessed at times by her snatch. One part of her body occasionally took over every other part, making her act like one giant sex organ until her cunt was completely satisfied.
"Well, the old doctor here can fix that up," Frank said, running his hands slowly up her heaving belly to her huge tits. "You know, I may write porno, but don't, get the idea that I live in a paper world. I live that shit too," Frank almost moaned as he leaned forward and clamped his thick, sensuous lips tightly to Sheila's.
"Mmmggggfffff!" she cried out weakly as she felt the man's tongue shoot past her front teeth and drive against her tonsils. At the same time Frank began milking her big hot tits, pinching her twitching nipples as best he could through the tight-fitting bra as he ground his bulging crotch against her throbbing groin.
"Let's get it on," Frank said as he slid his hands around to her back and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"My sons!" Sheila said, suddenly coming to her senses.
"What about them? Aren't they in school?" Frank said, stopping his undressing actions for a second.
"Yes, but they'll be home in an hour. Oh God, if they ever knew that I…" Sheila started to say, then stopped short. She didn't want Frank to guess that there was something else besides normal female reluctance to non-marital fucking behind her speech.
"Don't worry," Frank whispered hotly as he buried his mouth and nose in the nape of her neck. "I'll be in and out of that hot little pussy of yours before they open the front door."
"Ummmmmm!" Sheila moaned, unable to argue any more. Five months without dick meat was long enough for any woman. She couldn't live like a nun for the rest of her life, no matter what had made her make that kind of promise to her sons. It was unfair. She was a normal woman with a strong sex drive. If her sons didn't like what she was about to do, they could – "Aiyeeeeeee! Ohhhh, fuck meeeeee!" Sheila cried out wildly as her cunt started snapping and sucking in sexual frenzy.
"Ohhhh, baby. You're so – fuckin' hot you're gonna cum just like this," Frank hissed in her ear as he slid his right hand down to her thigh and slowly hiked up her short black skirt.
"Don't!" Sheila wailed, backing away from him.
"You don't want to get fucked?" Frank cued out in disbelief.
Sheila's eyes opened wide in surprise, then narrowed with passion as she smiled coyly at him.
"I don't want to cum standing in the middle of a bedroom fully dressed," she corrected him. Sheila continued to smile at Frank, riveting her eyes on his throbbing crotch as she reached back and finished unbuttoning her blouse.
"Let me see those tits," Frank moaned as Sheila shrugged off her blouse and let it float lazily to the carpeted floor.
"Ummmm," the blonde groaned, teasingly reaching up and cupping her slender fingers around her big boobs. To her surprise, Sheila felt her snatch lips fly wide open when she squeezed her hot, throbbing knockers together. "OHHHH!" she cried out as her nipples tinged and twitched uncontrollably. She had to tear her tits out of her bra. It was too hot in those tight cups and they were burning up with sexual heat.
"That's it, babe. Let those jugs out," Frank groaned as Sheila fumbled for the snap to her bra.
"I can't!" she wailed in frustration as she searched for the snap.
"I'm not gonna wait all day," Frank hissed as he ran up to her and wrapped his powerful fingers around her bra cups. With one quick downward jerk he ripped the bra off Sheila's chest.
"Ohhhhh!" the woman cried out as her tits flew into the air, then slapped down noisily on her body. Frank took them tenderly in his hands, running his thumbs lightly over her brown, stiffened tit tips as he mashed his mouth against hers.
"F-f-fuck m-m-meeeee!" Sheila wailed, breaking away from Frank and feeling the edge of the bed touch the backs of her legs.
"Come on," Frank said, moving up quickly against her and wrapping his powerful arms around her waist. As he drove his tongue between her parted lips again, Frank reached down and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down past her firm thighs to the floor. Sheila stepped out of the pile of material and kicked it to the far corner of the bedroom as she continued to suck in more and more of the man's thick, hot tongue.
"Mmmmmfgggggffff!" Sheila groaned happily as she felt Frank's fingers drive past the tight elastic leg band of her panties and snake through the damp, tight curls of her pussy. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhieeee!" Sheila shrieked as she felt his fingers sliding closer and closer to her highly sensitive snatch. Her cuntlips rubbed together automatically like lips smacking for a hot meal. Sheila had never felt this incredibly horny and uninhibited before in her life. She was ready for anything and anyone.
"Into the bed with you," Frank grunted as he pulled his fingers back out, then moved them quickly up to her waistband and yanked the panties down to her knees.
"Oh God, hurry!" Sheila pleaded as she stepped out of her panties and rolled onto the groaning bed.
"Jesus!" Frank whispered as he stared for a few seconds at Sheila's writhing body. The blonde snaked across the king-sized bed, grinding her thighs together and milking her snatchlips against one another with her fingers as she dug her heels and head into the bed. The man unzipped his Levi's and pushed them down to the floor.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Sheila groaned as she opened her eyes and saw the jerking bulge in his white cotton shorts. A tiny dark stain was slowly growing at what Sheila guessed was the tip of Frank's ten-inch dick. His cock was drooling as excitedly as her pussy.
"It's been a while since I've fucked a hot snatch," Frank said excitedly as he drove his thumbs under his jockeys and slid them down to the floor. Sheila gasped again as his dick sprang free from its tight cotton prison and bobbed lazily in the air. Sheila closed her eyes and pictured how all the hot, white jizz would be spraying out of the tiny hole in his cock, blasting down deep into her ravaged pussy. "Let's see just how hot you are," Frank said as he walked to the edge of the bed and reached down toward her pussy.
"Ahhh! Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Sheila wailed as Frank began to work his fingers over her plump, hot cuntlips. He milked them together with his powerful fingers, rubbing the puffy edges together as he reached up with his thumb and trailed the callused skin over Sheila's twitching, blood-filled clit.
"Babe! Babe!" Frank groaned as he strummed her clit like a hot, tight guitar string.
"Aiyeeeee!" Sheila screamed. She found herself squirming more frenziedly on the bed, digging her sweaty asscheeks into the wrinkled top sheet. Her legs flew up in the air and kicked wildly as she begged for Frank's big cock.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!" Sheila cried over and over as the man continued to massage her aching, throbbing clit.
"I can't take much more of this," Frank groaned as he backed off and unbuttoned his shirt. Sheila stopped her bucking for a second and watched as Frank revealed his muscular, hairy chest. She felt her skin tinge deliciously as she thought of how the man's skin would feel ripping across her swollen tits.
"Ohhhhh, Godddd!" Sheila groaned as Frank rolled onto the bed and crawled slowly between her widely splayed knees. Torrents of steaming cunt juice flowed freely from between her swollen, reddened pussylips while her stiff nipples tingled and ached for a pair of lips to suck them off into relief.
"Ahhh, fuck meeee! Fuckin' Jeeeeesus,fuck meeee!" Sheila cried out crazily as Frank bent down and cupped his lips tightly around her hard right nipple.
Sheila threw her thighs in the air as she felt the man draw the nipple into his mouth and flick his tongue over the long nubbin. At the same time, Frank ran the fingers of his right hand slowly up and down Sheila's fluttering cuntlips, teasing the woman nearly out of her mind.
"Nooooo! Yesssss! Noooooo!" Sheila shrieked mindlessly. She wanted him to grab her clit and pound on it like a crazy man. But all Frank did was run his hands up to the miniature organ, then back away just before touching the incredibly sensitive mound of hot flesh.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" Sheila wailed as Frank spat but her right tit and clamped his lips over her left one. He sank his teeth gently into the taut flesh, stuffing as much tit skin into his mouth as he could with his left hand while he continued to drive her crazy with his clit-teasing right.
"Don't! Don't!" Sheila protested as Frank suddenly let go of her tit.
"Babe, there's more where that came from," he grunted as he began to slide his thick, wet lips down her heaving belly. Sheila felt her skin glow with lust as he came down to her navel and dug his tongue deeply into the tiny hole. Then Frank slid lower and lower, until Sheila felt her snatch lips stretching up to meet his swirling tongue.
"Ohhhhh, Noooooo!" Sheila groaned as she felt Frank's tongue begin to snake through the thick, blonde bush of cunthairs that surrounded her quivering twatlips. She felt the tongue swirl around her beating clit, licking teasingly at the sparking organ for a few seconds while Frank's fingers toyed lazily with her wiry cunthairs.
"Goddd! Do s-s-somethingggg!" Sheila cried out, arching her back and tossing her ass high into the air once more. She felt her cuntal walls rubbing together as her snatchlips sprang open again, begging and pleading for a thick, meaty cock.
"You asked for it," Frank grunted as he blew lightly against her throbbing clit.
"Wooooooohhhhhhh!" Sheila cried out as she threw her arms into the air, then brought them down on top of Frank's head and drove it into her crotch.
"Mgfffff!" he groaned, losing his breath as he felt Sheila's fleshy, sweaty thighs clamp tightly around his face.
"Fuck meeeee!" she cried out again, driving the man's head harder and harder against her aching pussy.
"Try this," Frank mumbled as he opened his mouth and closed his thick lips around her tiny knob. Sheila felt the world explode into white, blinding lights as he started sucking at her erect clit. She heard explosions go off in her ear as Frank tongued and sucked at her sparking, beating clit.
"Aiyeeeee! Aiyeeeee! Ohhhh, Fuck! Fuck meeeeee! Omigod! F-f-fuckmeeeee aiyeeeeee!"
Sheila shrieked, bucking like a wild horse on the groaning bed.
"Wooooooeeeeee! You're a hot one to fuck! I think I want to drag this out a little bit before we blow off!" Frank gasped as he pulled his head free of Sheila's grabbing snatch.
"Don't! Don't leave me like this," she panted, opening her eyes in disbelieving honor.
"Shut that mouth and use it a little better by sucking me off," Frank said as he crawled up higher.
Sheila wanted him to bury his dick in her snatch now. Every nerve ending in her crotch was fibbed raw now and ached for relief. But she didn't have any right to bring herself off when Frank wanted a little pleasure with her mouth. She could wait. Or at least Sheila prayed that she could.
"Take the whole fuckin' rod," Frank grunted as he moved his knees to either side of her heaving chest. Sheila looked up at the dark-red prick and watched the thick veins throb wildly with passion. Droplets of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit, and his heavy, hanging balls contracted with each cock-jerk. Sheila smacked her lips hungrily as Frank inched down and shoved his dickhead against her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" the woman groaned as she reached up and slowly slid her right hand down the long, thick shaft toward Frank's muscular belly. She ran it through the thick matting of cock hair until her fingers began to knead the hard, hot flesh of his belly. Rivulets of sweat trickled off Frank's heaving butt, matting down the forest of crotch hair that bushed around the base of his throbbing rod as Sheila's hands crawled hungrily over his skin. They dug into his thighs, sending Frank into a frenzy of lust as he arched his powerful back and drove his prick deep into Sheila's sucking mouth.
"Uhhhhh!" he cried out as she slid her mouth up and down half of Frank's cock. She thought her jaws would break apart from the incredible thickness of his dick, but gradually Sheila felt her mouth loosening up and accepting more and more of the groaning man's ramming cock.
"Ohhhhhh!" Sheila cried out, throwing her head back and releasing the hunching man's prick from her lips. She moved her head down quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it slowly up the tough, wrinkled skin of Frank's swaying balls. At the same time Sheila reached down and grabbed her snatchlips with both hands, pulling them apart and stabbing her fingers deep into her hot hole for relief. She didn't know how long she could keep her pussy from exploding into brain-ripping contractions. Sheila wanted Frank's cock shooting its load into her fuck tunnel. But she couldn't hold out much longer.
"Unnnghhhhhh!" Frank cried out again. Sheila felt his prick bouncing against her cheeks as she continued to slather the man's fuck sacs with her hot spit.
"I don't want you cumming all over my face," Sheila said, popping the balls out of her mouth and sliding back up the bed.
"You could eat my cock all day," Frank groaned as he moved back down the bed. Sheila closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she felt Frank slide his hands under her squirming ass and hike her legs high into the air. This was it! For the first time in five long months, her itching pussy was finally going to be scratched by a drooling, hot prick.
"Goddamn it!" Frank suddenly said, dropping her legs and rolling back from her twat.
"What is it?" Sheila groaned.
"The fuckin' phone. You'd better answer it," he said frustratedly as he climbed off the bed.
"The hell with them!" Sheila shrieked, thrashing on the bed like a crazed snake. She didn't care if the Pope was calling. All she could think of was the incredible heat and ache that was clawing at her snatch.
"It could be important," Frank said, wrapping his fingers tightly around his dick in an effort to bring it down soft again.
Sheila watched him and sighed in disappointment. He was right. Besides, they could get back to business as soon as she got rid of whoever was calling her.
"Don't jack off." Sheila said as she rolled off the bed and started toward the doorway. She almost collapsed on the floor from sexual weakness as her knees quivered under her.
"This'll be hot and ready for you when you get back," Frank said, grinning at her as she ran out into the hall.