She had his zipper down now and her hand was inside his pants. She grasped his cock and pulled it into the open before he could stop her. She closed her fingers about his cock and began to jack his prick furiously, panting. Rob was so startled, he could not stop her. All he could do was sit there and look about, hoping desperately that no one would see what his wife was doing, hoping that his son would not suddenly show up.
“Let that little teenage cunt make your cock hard, will you?” Sandy was saying in a thick, hoarse voice. “You sit there, watching her swing her little ass around, your cock hard, wishing you could fuck her hot little teenage cunt! Well, Rob, this cock is mine! And I’m going to show you just what sex is all about!”
Before Rob knew what his wife was up to, she darted her face down to his lap. He grunted when he felt her hot lips kissing at the swollen head of his cock. He looked about fearfully, not able to stop her.
Sandy kissed hotly at her husband’s cock, not caring that crowds moved all around them, that she might be seen by any one of them. She licked her tongue about his cock, feeling the throbbing hardness, the heat of his prick against her mouth. She had sucked him off only twice in their marriage. He had never let her suck him again, telling her that wasn’t the right way to fuck. But Sandy dearly loved to suck cock. She had gone into her marriage at an early age, virginal but not entirely innocent.
Rob was the first to fuck her, but she had sucked a few cocks off before she met him.
She opened her mouth and sucked the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue fluttering furiously about his now-dripping piss hole. She gobbled the full length of his thick cock into her mouth, feeling his prick probe at her throat. She held his cock tightly with her hot lips, then began to suck up and down in a sexual frenzy. She made whimpering sounds as she sucked him, her ass twisting about, her cunt boiling.
Soon, Rob was moaning his pleasure. He placed his hand on the back of her head, and sat there looking straight through the windshield, trying his best to pretend he was alone, that his wife was not sucking his cock hungrily.
Sandy mewled in pleasure as she sucked up and down her husband’s cock. She loved the way his prick stretched her lips, loved the heat of his cock, the thickness of his prick. She loved the way his cock filled her mouth, leaving hardly any room for her to lick with her tongue. She loved the way his piss hole dripped so much that she had to swallow frequently. The taste of his hard cock sent her emotions reeling, made her cunt clench, her clit swell. Even her asshole became tighter. Mewls of intense pleasure came from her, and she began to croon as her lips slid up and down his cock faster and faster. Soon, her face was bobbing very fast, fucking his prick with her mouth.
“Oh, God, Sandy!” Rob moaned, his fingers in her hair. “Oh, God! Oh, God!”
She sucked stronger yet, making a tight, wet, hot suction with her mouth. Hearing him moan increased her hunger for his come juice. She strove to make his cock spurt into her mouth, sucking furiously. Her body was shaking as the ecstasy grew, and she knew that she, too, would come… come in such a powerful manner that she wasn’t sure her body could stand the violent emotions.
Sandy felt Rob’s cock jerking between her lips, and she increased her suction again. Her mouth flew up and down his throbbing cock, her tongue licking as best she could. Her pussy was about to explode, and she wanted to shove a finger up her cunt to bring her climax on. But she didn’t. She clawed at his hips and thighs as she gobbled his cock, whimpering as her pussy boiled. She was totally mindless of everything except the huge, throbbing, very hard cock inside her mouth, and her pussy about to explode.
She did not hear the shouts of the crowd, nor did she know anyone was around. She did not care if someone saw her sucking furiously on this deliciously hard cock. None of that mattered to her, only that she was sucking a cock. That, and that alone, mattered.
She had her husband’s cock deep in her mouth when he began to come. She felt him trying to jerk her mouth off his cock, but she fought him, clinging with her lips.
“Stop it, Sandy!” she heard him snort. “Stop it, damn it! I’m about to come! Stop it!”
But she clung to his cock tightly, her lips tight and hot, wet and hungry. When she tasted that first squirt of his come juice, her pussy seemed to bust apart. She groaned deep in her throat as he filled her mouth with his thick, slippery come, her pussy coming in strong waves of spasms. Her slender body shook, and every muscle and bone of her being seemed to suddenly become liquid, jello-like.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she heard Rob moaning. He was no longer trying to make her stop. He sat there, his body shaking, his cock spewing so much come juice that Sandy had a problem swallowing all his jism. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she gurgled, her throat working, her lips sucking. She now held his cock by its swollen head, and her tongue flew swiftly about the piss hole, tasting each squirt of his come juice before she swallowed.
Even when he stopped coming, Sandy continued to cling to his cock with her tight, hot lips, her pussy still going through tight convulsions. She whimpered and mewled with mindless ecstasy, her tongue swiping over his slightly seeping piss hole.
“Sandy! Stop it, Sandy!” she heard him say, his voice stronger now. “You want someone to see you? Sit up, damn it! Sit up!”
Slowly, she released his cock. But before she left his prick, she kissed his cock quickly, hotly and affectionately. Then she sat upright, grinning wickedly at her husband. Around them were crowds of parents and students, but no one had seen her sucking Rob’s cock.
Rob stared at his wife as if she were a stranger, a flush on his face. She stuck her tongue out at him, then took his hand and shoved it under her skirt. He tried to yank back, but she held his wrist tightly.
“Feel that hot cunt, darling,” she said in a half whisper. “Feel that hairy, hot pussy! It’s a good cunt, darling, a nice hot, wet cunt! My cunt knows how to take care of a hard cock, Rob! That teenage pussy wouldn’t know how to handle a man like you, but my cunt knows! Let’s hurry home, Rob! Let’s hurry home and fuck! I want to fuck, darling, fuck hard!”
“You’re out of your mind, Sandy,” he said, almost in anger. “Stop this nonsense right now! You’re forgetting we’re out in public. What in the hell is wrong with you all of a sudden? I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“I’m hot,” she said. “I’m hot as hell! I’m tired of this wham-bam, thank-you-ma’am, bullshit! I have a hot ass, Goddamn you, and I want to be fucked… and fucked often!”
The rear door opened, startling them both. Sandy released Rob’s hand, turning to see her son getting into the car. “It’s about time, Joey,” she said, sitting up straight. “Come on, Rob… let’s go home.”
She sat close to him, her hand resting on his thigh, her fingers near his cock. She knew he was nervous, and it amused her. She was surprised at herself, too. She had never so much as thought of doing something like sucking his cock in public. In fact, she had never been so aggressive with her husband before, not even in the privacy of their bedroom. But Sandy knew one thing — she loved being aggressive.
She nibbled at his ear, making Rob jerk away. She laughed softly, seductively, then whispered in his ear, “Wait until I get you in bed, darling. I’ll turn you every way but loose!”
CHAPTER TWO
It was almost midnight.
Sandy sat on the edge of the huge bed. She was naked, her firm, upthrusting tits swollen. Her brown nipples were enlarged. She cupped her tits, brushing a thumb over her sensitive nipples and making soft crooning sounds of delight. Rob was undressing, a frown on his face as he talked to her.
“Sandy, that was not very proper of you,” he was saying. “Anyone could have seen what you did in the car. My God, there were people all around us, kids, too. Don’t you have any decency? What has gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so crazy before! Perhaps you should see a doctor, a mind doctor!”
She looked up at him, a sweet expression on her face. She spread her knees wide, un
abashedly exposing her cunt. Sandy’s pussy was quite hairy, the strands long and curly, with a very thin line going up to her deeply indented belly button.
“A pussy doctor would be of more benefit,” she said softly. “At least he would show a little interest in my cunt. You certainly don’t show any.”
He looked at her, seeing the sweet expression on her face and the lewd way she sat, cupping her tits in both hands. His cock stirred despite himself. Sandy dropped her eyes to his shorts and saw his cock starting to swell. She glanced into his eyes.
“Maybe you do think I’m nuts, darling,” she said in a soft voice, “but your cock seems to have other ideas.”
“Is that all you can think about?” he almost shouted at her.
“You want that teenage cunt, don’t you?” she yelled back at him. “That was why you got so fucking hard! Rob, you might have been afraid in the car, but you can’t deny your cock was pretty fucking hard! And once I started sucking it, you stopped trying to pull my face away. Oh, I noticed all that!”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Like hell I don’t!” she shot back at him. “You and Joey both! Like father, like son! You both want that little sexpot! And Joey so young he has no idea what it’s all about! Maybe you want your son to be with you when you fuck her! Oh, I know you want her; you just don’t have the fucking nerve to make a pass at her! You’re afraid of her because she’s so young, that’s all that stops you! You’re a fucking hypocrite! Did you know that, Rob? A hypocrite!”
“I just use my head, that’s all,” he said, unable to look at his wife now.
“Sure you do!” she spat. “You want pussy so fucking bad, you’re willing to suffer with frustration. You won’t even fuck me anymore! Come on, Rob, what’s wrong with me? My body is just as it was when we were married. I haven’t changed in appearance. I’m still a beautiful woman… so what the fuck is it you want?”
Rob turned his back to Sandy, unable to say anything. Sandy stared at her husband, seeing the muscular cheeks of his ass encased in his white shorts. He was a tall man, a handsome man. When they had first been married, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her body, always fucking her vigorously. She had loved his fucking tremendously. The only thing she had not liked was his inhibitions. He did not want to experiment, want to do other things. He wanted only to be on top of her, no other position. She had managed to suck him off twice — three times counting this night. Sandy knew, despite his protests, that Rob had enjoyed those blowjobs.
She suspected that deep down inside her husband, somewhere, there lurked a sexuality that was begging to be released. She was determined, now, to find that release for him, to let his sexual nature come to the surface. She wanted him to be totally uninhibited, eager to try different positions, to experiment with various sexual methods. She wanted him to derive as much pleasure from sex as she did.
Her marriage had been a good one, except for their sexual frustration. Rob earned a great deal of money and provided well for her. He never questioned her spending habits and made sure she had more than adequate funds to operate the house. He was attractive and concerned, affectionate in private but a bit distant when they were in public. He never brought work home and spent as much time as he could with her and Joey. He was a good husband and father.
“Rob,” she said softly. “Please, darling, let’s not fight.”
He turned to face her, and Sandy saw that his cock was quite hard inside his shorts. She wanted to laugh and grab his prick, play with his cock, kiss his cock, fuck his cock. But she held off.
“I’m not fighting, Sandy,” he said.
“Why don’t you talk to me, darling?” she asked. “We never talk anymore.”
“We talk,” he said.
“Sure, about your business, inflation, what’s happening in other parts of the world!” Sandy had to swallow a sudden surge of anger. “We don’t really talk, not about what’s important to us.”
“You mean sex?”
“Yes, sex!”
“That may be important to you,” he said, “but I find other things important, too.”
“Of course other things are important,” she conceded. “But sex is extremely important to a happy marriage. I’m very interested in sex, Rob.”
“Obviously.” He frowned. “You showed that tonight.”
“Rob, oh, darling,” she sighed. “Don’t you understand what I’m trying to tell you?”
“You confuse me, that’s what you do.”
“You try to deny sex, Rob,” she said. “You go around pretending you’re not at all interested in pussy, yet you can look at a beautiful teenage girl and get a hard on that almost bursts your pants! That’s what I don’t understand, darling. Someplace in you is an animal that wants sex — wild, abandoned sex! Why don’t you face it, enjoy it?”
“You’re crazy.”
“Maybe I am, but I’m happy in it,” she said. “At least I admit my desires. That’s more than you do. Look at you,” she said, pointing to his cock. “Standing there with a beautiful, hard cock, and still you won’t admit you want some pussy!”
He did not answer. He looked down at the floor, like a small, shy boy.
“When a cock is hard, Rob,” she said, her voice softer, “a man wants to put it someplace. He wants to put it in a nice, furry cunt, or in a hot, wet mouth. You’re no different than other men — you only try to pretend you are.”
When he still remained silent, she went on. “You loved being sucked off in the car, possibly being seen with your hard cock stuffed into my mouth. It was a thrill to you. You came so fucking much you almost choked me! That’s evidence enough that you wanted me to suck your prick.”
“Sandy, this is getting us nowhere,” he said, but there was no conviction in his voice.
She stood up, arching her hips forward and spreading her feet on the floor. She framed her pussy with her hands, fanning the dark hair away from the pink, moist pussylips. “Look at my cunt, Rob,” she said. “Look at my pussy; and tell me you don’t want to fuck me. It’s a nice cunt, darling, a hot, wet cunt. My cunt is just as tight as it was when we were married. It’s just as hungry for your cock, too.”
Rob looked, his eyes starting to glow. Sandy noticed the bulge in his shorts, saw his cock jerk. There was a wet spot forming where the piss hole was, his swollen cockhead outlined.
“Can you deny it isn’t a pretty cunt?” she asked, moving toward him. “Can you deny your cock isn’t hard, that you want a piece of my ass? Take those fucking shorts off and see how hot my ass is, Rob!”
When he made no move to strip his shorts away, Sandy stepped closer to him. She shoved her hand into the waistband and yanked. There was a ripping sound, and his shorts fell in tatters to his feet. His cock sprang free, and she gripped his prick in her hot hand, squeezing.
“Do I have to rape my own husband?” she asked, shoving her mouth against his. She kissed him hard, the tip of her tongue licking at his lips. She pumped on his cock with a tight fist, feeling moisture oozing from his piss hole, smearing along the hairline of her cunt.
“Come on, darling,” she whispered, pulling him toward the bed by his cock. “You’re going to fuck me. You’re going to fuck me, and you’re going to have a ball doing it.”
She felt him give in and was pleased. She knew, somehow, that he was still thinking of Lori, the hotlooking teenager. She didn’t mind, not at this moment. If that was what it required to make him hard and want to fuck, so be it.
“You just lie back, darling,” she whispered in a hot, throaty voice. “You just lie back on the bed. This time we’re going to fuck my way. You’re going to lie there and enjoy it. You don’t even have to move, darling. I’ll do all the work. I’ll fuck you with my hot, wet pussy… make you feel so fucking good!”
“Sandy, I’m not sure…”
“Shut up, Rob,” she said, her voice firm. “Just shut the fuck up! Don’t say a damned word! This time we’ll do it my way, do you hear!”
He lay back passively. She knelt on the bed, seeing his cock stand up straight and hard. His balls were loose and very hairy. His body was shaking, she noticed, and hoped he was trembling with anticipation. She ran her hand over his balls, then cupped them gently. Her other hand stroked up and down his throbbing cock slowly.
“You have such a beautiful prick, Rob,” she murmured huskily. “Much bigger than most, I suspect. You could do wonders for a girl, if you’d let yourself go.” She gripped his prick hard, squeezing and making him moan.
She leaned down, and immediately he started to stop her. But she wouldn’t be put off, not now. “You just relax, I said. I’ll do this my way for once.”
She began to run her moist, hot lips about his cock, kissing and sucking along his hard cockshaft, then she shoved her face into his balls, kissing them. Her tongue fluttered out, and she licked his balls. “Mmmm, nice,” she murmured. “Very nice. I’ve wanted to kiss and suck on your balls ever since I saw them!”
“Sandy, this…”
“I told you to shut the fuck up, Rob,” she said. “So do it and enjoy this.”
She lifted his balls in her hand. Her mouth opened and she sucked them, one by one, into her mouth. With both his balls between her lips, she pumped on his cock, her dark eyes blazing up at him. Her tongue swirled about his hairy balls and her fist jacked. She could feel her cunt growing hotter and wetter, and she lifted her ass into the air, pulling her knees underneath. She wiggled and swayed her naked ass, positioning herself so that he could feel her ass if he wanted to.
She left his balls, licked her way up his cock and tickled his piss hole with her tongue. “Mmmm, delicious!” she murmured, still looking up into his face. “You have a delicious cock, Rob. I could lick and suck on your prick for hours and hours.”
“I don’t want you to…”
But Sandy swallowed his cock quickly. Her eyes burned up at him as her nose pressed into the wiry hairs at the base of his prick. She held his cock tightly, rolling his balls about her chin. Then she began to suck up and down slowly, making soft mewls of pleasure deep in her throat. Her chestnut-colored hair swirled about her lovely face, spreading like a curtain over his hips and thighs.
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