"Come on, George. Wake up and fuck me!" Lydia Myers demanded. She pouted her luscious red lips and sighed in exasperation. Then she rolled over on her firm, large titties and stared at her sleeping husband. George Myers was too drunk to even respond. He just continued snoring deeply. He was completely unaware of his horny wife's request.
Lydia reached over and jerked the covers off George's sleeping body. Her eyes blazed lustily. She was determined to feel his nice, hard prick in her burning cunt. She had been thinking about George's thick, long cock all day. She wasn't about to be cheated out of her nightly fun!
Lydia had worked herself up into a fine, horny frenzy by the time George had come home from work. She had been slipping her fingers in her throbbing, creamy snatch all afternoon, pinching and tweaking her sensitive little clit and rubbing her palm against her moist cunt. She had almost come to a climax when she heard the car in the driveway, she had been so horny.
Lydia was to be disappointed, though. The minute George came home he had headed straight for the shower. Then he had gobbled dinner without even noticing the gleam in his wife's eyes. Before Lydia could even suggest going to bed for a nice evening of fucking, he had disappeared over to Sam's house, leaving Lydia waiting impatiently for him to come home. Finally, at midnight, George had stumbled through the door. He barely made it to the bedroom before he passed out cold. He hadn't even noticed the sexy new negligee Lydia was wearing!
Lydia was really mad! She had a good notion to get dressed and go out for a drink. She wasn't the kind of woman to give up so easily, though. When Lydia wanted to be fucked, she would go to any lengths to get the satisfaction she craved! She was going to force George to cooperate if it took her all night! She was going to get George's limp cock hard if it was the last thing she ever did!
Lydia ran her hand down George's chest in a light sweeping motion. Her slim hand stopped at the base of his sleeping cock.
"Wake up, sweetie," she purred, her fingers expertly manipulating the length of George's limp dick. "I'll bet you can't sleep through this!" she muttered.
She firmly massaged George's soft prick, stroking up and down with rapid little jerks of her fingers. She knew George loved to have his cock played with. Usually by this time, he was already groaning and pushing her over so he could sink his rigid cock in her steaming pussy. Nothing happened though!
Lydia continued to stroke and pull her husband's cock in the way she knew George loved best. She was sure that he would be awake and horny in just a minute. Long moments passed and Lydia sighed in frustration. George was sleeping peacefully on. His cock was still in the shape of a wet noodle.
"All right, bastard!" Lydia growled, frustrated. She lowered her wet, red lips to her husband's soft prick. "Let's see you snore through this!" she challenged.
Her face took on an expression of fierce determinations. She closed her lips around the tip of George's soft cock-head. Then she sucked and licked with her smooth, hot tongue. She started at the base of his still-soft cock, traveling slowly up to the velvety head. She covered every inch of his shaft, licking around in tiny circles. It was just the way George loved. Then she took his whole shaft into her hot, wet throat. She gulped and sucked like a starving baby with a bottle of milk. She was going to give George the most superb blow-job of his whole life!
Lydia sucked in with force, feeling George's soft cock-head rub and nestle against the smooth, satiny surface of her mouth. She probed with her hot tongue, guiding and pressing his limp cock against the slick, hot roof of her mouth. She gobbled his shaft noisily, with great force, sucking and gulping. George groaned.
"Oooooh, baby," he moaned, "what are you doing?"
Lydia giggled. Her voice was low and lusty. George was finally coming alive.
"God!" George gasped as she licked and sucked his cock fast and furiously. "You're so good, baby. You're the best cock-sucker in the whole world."
Lydia felt George's small, soft prick begins to change in her hot, wet mouth. It grew with leaps and bounds. It swelled on her tongue and became hotter and much heavier. It started to push farther and farther into her hot, slick throat, nudging up against the back of her mouth. It filled her wet, smooth throat with its pulsing length. Her lips stretched widely, frying to swallow the whole swelling shaft. Lydia loved to feel George's cock grow in her throat. There was nothing more exciting to her than to feel his prick grow long and hard in her wet, hot mouth. She felt her pussy begin to twitch and a flood of creamy cunt-juice filled her aching snatch.
"Take it all, baby," George muttered, shoving forward. He tried to force every inch of his big, long cock into her steaming throat. "Suck me off, baby. Make me come!"
George's face was contorted with blissful lust. Lydia had found the perfect way to wake him up. There was nothing he loved more than a nice, sexy blow-job!
"Oh, baby," he moaned in ecstasy. "Ooooooh!"
Lydia felt his cock-cream dribbling down her hot throat. He began moving his hips back and forth. His cock swelled to mammoth proportions. She could feel his rod grow hotter and hotter and bigger and bigger. It wouldn't be long before he shot his load of jizz right down her throat.
Lydia jerked her head back. "Fuck me!" she demanded. "Put your hot, hard cock in my pussy and fuck me!"
George groaned. He was fully awake now and as horny as hell. He didn't really want to fuck, though. The blow-job had been so nice. He tried to force Lydia's head down again, attempting to impale her wet, hot throat on his rigid, pulsing shaft.
"Come on, baby," he begged. "Blow me. I'm too tired to fuck."
Lydia rebelled.
"Oh, no you don't!" she yelled, twisting away. "You've really got some nerve, George Myers! I've been horny all day and I've been lying here wanting it all night and then you want me to blow you! No way, George! You're going to fuck my wet, hungry pussy! Either that or you won't get any at all!"
George sighed. He knew that there was no arguing with Lydia once she made up her mind about something. He was too horny to argue anyway. His hard cock jerked up and pointed straight at the ceiling.
"Come and get it if you want it," he muttered, not moving a muscle. "You're gonna have to get on top."
Then he closed his eyes and waited, a smile on his face. He knew that Lydia was too horny to refuse to get on top.
Lydia sighed. She might have known that she'd have to do all the work. George was too lazy and too drunk to do more than just lie there with his long prick standing straight up. It certainly was a beautiful hard-on, though. She loved George's long, hard cock. It was just the right size for her wet, hot cunt. She moved forward eagerly and straddled his body. Then she positioned her wet, hungry cunt-hole right over the tip of his hard cock.
"Aaaaagh!" she moaned as she moved down slowly.
She could feel his long, hard shaft enter her twitching pussy and the sensations running through her were almost too wonderful to be real. Her steaming cunt clamped gratefully around his hard cock. She grasped him tightly, pulling his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, wet depths.
"Aaaaagh!" Lydia moaned again, moving around in circles.
It was a beautiful snug fit. George's cock filled her tight pussy completely. His soft cock-head nudged right up against the spongy hotness of her womb. She felt her pussy-juice flow, flooding her juicy cunt and dripping down onto his hard, throbbing nut-sac. She let out a little gasp of pure lust and began to pump her wet pussy up and down. Faster and faster. She rode him like a stallion, feeling the bed creak and groan with her pumping motions. This was good!
"AAAAAGH!" she squealed in pleasure, her pussy muscles throbbing and twitching in delight.
George grunted in enjoyment. He gripped the quivering globes of her ass-cheeks and squeezed. He could feel his balls twitch in excitement. He was almost at the busting point. He was almost ready to fill Lydia's hot cunt with his burning blasts of cock-cream.
Lydia shuddered. She was reaching the very edge of orgasm. Just a few moments more and she would come. She pumped up and down with furious motions. Her pussy flooded with the juices of her passion.
"Grab my ass harder, George!" she squealed. "Make me come with that long, hard cock of yours!"
George grunted. He never could hold off coming when Lydia talked like that. It excited him beyond belief. His huge prick quivered and pulsed and suddenly he was coming. Blast after blast of hot, burning cock-cream jetted from his hard shaft, soaking Lydia's soft, twitching cunt.
"Ahhhh, Christ!" he whined. "Uhhhhhhhh! Awwww, Jesus!"
Lydia felt George collapse beneath her. His cock went soft and shrank quickly. She humped in frenzied abandon, but George was through with a soft plop his cock slid out of her burning cunt. Lydia groaned. She was frustrated like she had never been before. All that work, and then George hadn't even waited for her to come!
"God damn you, George!" she muttered softly, climbing off her husband. George had dropped back into sleep the moment after he had come. He didn't even hear her muttered curses as she rolled over and got out of bed.
"You're great, George!" she muttered angrily. "What a fucking stud I married!"
Lydia knelt by the side of the bed and opened her bottom dresser drawer. She groped around in the dimly lit room until her hand felt a familiar object.
"Well, at least I've still got this!" she muttered drawing out a small, hard plastic vibrator.
She considered switching off the dim light by the bed and then gave a slight giggle. She'd be damned if she'd turn off the light! It would serve George right if he happened to wake up and see her playing with her own pussy. Maybe he'd get the idea that she needed more than a few quick thrusts of his cock to satisfy her lusty urges.
Lydia thought of the way she and George used to get it on in bed. George used to take the time to fuck her properly, licking her pretty pink nipples and playing with her large, firm titties until she was really ready to be fucked. He used to get her so horny that she would be screaming for cock by the time he got ready to stick his stiff pecker in her wet pussy. Lately, though, George had been much more interested in getting on, getting off and getting to sleep than he had been in seeing that she got her satisfaction, too. Lydia liked a little more action than that. She couldn't even remember the last time that George had licked and sucked her perky little nipples!
Outside Lydia's bedroom window, Betsy Dillon gasped softly. She recognized the object in Lydia's hand. She had one just like it at home. Then Betsy clamped one hand tightly to her mouth. She had to be careful not to make any noise. Lydia's bedroom window was open and she certainly didn't want to get caught prowling around in front of the window and crouching in the bushes!
Betsy had been peeking at Lydia for several weeks now. She was fascinated by her lovely, sexy neighbor. At first Betsy had been horrified by her lewd thoughts regarding Lydia's lush body and her sweet pussy. Those feelings had become so strong that she couldn't ignore them any longer, though. Alter Sam went to bed, Betsy had taken to walking softly across the lawn separating the two houses and taking up a position under George and Lydia's bedroom window. At first her peeping activities had been entirely an accident.
Betsy had been up late, sewing, and had run out of cigarettes. She had walked over to Lydia's to see if she could borrow a pack. When she noticed that the house was dark, she had gone around the back, hoping that Lydia would still be up, perhaps reading in bed. Instead of reading, Betsy had seen her lovely neighbor spread-eagled on the bed, buried beneath George's lanky body. Betsy couldn't help herself. She had known that she should turn around and go straight home, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the object of all her daydreams. She had sunk to her knees in the soft grass beneath the window and watched George fuck Lydia. As Betsy had watched, her hand had slipped down to her own neglected pussy and grasped the hard little bud of her throbbing clitty. With every bounce of Lydia's creamy white ass-cheeks, Betsy had given her own throbbing clitty a little tweak. She watched the quivering mounds of Lydia's proud, firm titties jiggle and wiggle as George had fucked away at her sweet pink pussy. As George's rhythm increased, so did Betsy's until all three of them had come in separate but satisfying climaxes.
The mat morning Betsy had been ashamed, hardly daring to speak to Lydia. Gradually, though, she had come to grips with her strange desires. Now Betsy sneaked out of the house almost every evening to peer in excitement and fascination at Lydia and George in the bedroom. Over the past few days, Betsy had known that Lydia wasn't getting the kind of satisfaction she needed from George. Perhaps after George's little flub tonight, Betsy could actually put some of her daydreams into practice. She knew that Lydia was about ripe for a little woman-love!
Betsy watched with fascination as Lydia opened a bottle of hand lotion. Betsy could see the creamy pink lotion seeping down into Lydia's cunt-hole and running down to her tiny, puckered asshole.
Betsy gasped in excitement. Her hand dropped to her own flooding cunt and spread the slick, hot pussy-lips. She let out another anguished moan as Lydia guided the head of the vibrator into the small, damp mouth of her pussy. Lydia gave a thrust that wedged the plastic cock right up inside her cunt, almost burying it in her steaming box. Betsy trembled, just watching the scene in front of her.
Betsy worked her fingers frantically in her own hot pussy. She frigged herself furiously and imagined that she was right there beside Lydia, jamming the vibrator in her pretty, pink pussy. Betsy knew that she could afford Lydia more pleasure than that little plastic vibrator. She knew just what to do to make Lydia come. She had practiced it enough times in the girls' boarding school her parents had shipped her off to. Betsy knew just how to please a woman and she could hardly wait to please Lydia!
Lydia threw her head back and rammed her pussy again and again. Betsy could see the cunt-cream boil up and froth around the edges of the slim vibrator as Lydia jammed it again and again into her glistening hot cunt. Betsy's hand moved faster in her own pussy as she sensed Lydia's excitement intensify.
Lydia's head was hanging to one side and her eyes were glazed with passion. Her little pink tongue licked her lips eagerly and Betsy almost came right then, as she thought of that very same tongue licking her own sweet, pink cunt. Lydia was using one hand to tweak and pinch her long, pink nipples. The other hand was ramming the plastic vibrator into her flooding pussy. Betsy could see the long plastic prick hover for a moment on the very brink of Lydia's cunt-hole and then surge forward as she slammed it home, again and again.
Betsy was panting just as hard as Lydia was.
Their titties heaved in perfect rhythm as they both thrilled to their separate delights. Betsy shuddered and her fingers moved even faster. She sank three fingers into her wet, hot slit and rubbed the hard little nub of her clit with her flat thumb. She could feel her pussy twitch and throb. She was aching to come, but she forced herself to wait, pacing her excitement to Lydia's. It was agonizing, but she wanted to climax at the exact instant Lydia did. She could hear Lydia groan and squeal softly. Her creamy pussy-juice gushed forth from her honeyed snatch. She rolled her head wildly from side to side as she gripped the whirring vibrator tightly in her snug, hot twat.
Betsy cast a quick glance at George. He was sleeping soundly. Even the bouncing of Lydia's smooth white ass-cheeks on the bed hadn't bothered him. Betsy could understand Lydia's frustration. George was a complete and total dud!
Lydia battered and assaulted her steaming pussy. Her wet, burning snatch was stretched open by the whirring plastic dick. Betsy knew that she could have shouted and thrown rocks against the window and Lydia wouldn't have even blinked. Lydia was completely intent on getting herself off!
Lydia's legs tensed suddenly, and then trembled like leaves in a storm. She plunged the vibrator fiercely in the fiery depths of her throbbing pussy. She rammed it home so hard that it sank completely out of sight in her throbbing, grasping cunt. Spasm after spasm of pleasure shot through her body as the hard plastic vibrator sank out of sight in her hot, wet cunt.
Lydia squealed shrilly and her face contorted with pleasure. The vibrator whirred away softly as she began to come, twisting and writhing in ecstasy.
Betsy sank her whole hand into her pussy and felt her own climax rip through her tortured body. Her gasps of joy filled the warm fall air. Next time, she was going to be right there beside Lydia's lovely, lush body, giving her much more pleasure than that silly plastic vibrator ever could. She would show Lydia how her hot, smooth tongue could lick and slurp her little hard cunt and dip into her steamy hot cunt-hole. Lydia was ready for Betsy's kind of woman-love. Betsy was willing to stake her life on that!