Mandy

"No!" she wailed. "I can't! I'm afraid! I won't!" Oh God in heaven, thought Mandy, he is surely going to tear me to pieces. But she was helpless against his every wish. Her body ceased to struggle and strain, and much to her astonishment the needles of desire and thrills of excitement began again, prurient flames of eroticism flooding through her loins.

"Please put my cock in your pussy," implored the young man who lay below her, still leering.

Oh God. How did I ever get in a position like this? But she obediently reached out her hand and guided his lust-distended hardness toward the small quivering mouth of her vagina. As she somewhat gingerly parted her soaked vaginal lips to guide the blunt-nosed shaft up into the depths of her belly, her earlier passion began to return.

Unable to wait another second, the lusting youth with the big penis flicked his muscular hips upward and plunged his aching hardness deep into her open cunt without thinking whether he was hurting her or not. Sharp needles of sensual agony shot through her impaled body. The young man's massive thickness was thrust inside her. His mammoth hardness throbbed within the suffering walls of her stretched cunt. And then before she realized what she was doing, she began to undulate her own firm-fleshed ass-cheeks around the obscenely impaling rod of hardened male flesh, all traces of pain easing until she was floating in between hurt and happiness, between pain and pleasure, far away from reality.

Something was so erotic, so forbidden about being fucked half to death by a stranger, away from her family, away from home. A powerful wave of pleasure rippled through her over-stimulated body. "Oh, yes," she breathed. "Yes, fuck me like that."

Eager to oblige the lust-ridden woman the young man began to fuck his pulsating thickness hard up into her heated vagina with smooth straight strokes that sank all the way to her spongy cervix. At the same time, he teased his thumb wildly at the sensitive bud of her throbbing clitoris. Incoherent gurgles of joy spurted from Mandy's lushly parted lips, and her ripe body squirmed in orgiastic ecstasy. She felt his hand attack her vulnerable anus with savage insistence, as the outstretched finger wormed its way up into her clenching rectum, to move back and forth in time to the wild fucking strokes of the youth beneath her. She felt herself floating higher and higher, far removed from space and time. Then, suddenly, the long desired climax hit her like a jackhammer.

Unexpectedly it came over her aroused flesh and she howled like a wounded animal, as great swirls of incredible pleasure stormed through her overloaded nervous system. And at precisely the same moment, the plunging penis that brought her to such heights came also, expanding to spurt its hot load of semen deep into her convulsing body. Maddened by the pungent aroma of sexual release, Mandy fucked wilder and harder down upon his stiff exploding penis. Orgiastic liquid poured from her convulsing body and overflowed upon the bed below them. She swallowed in the delights of orgasm and the slippery warm cum.

Early in the morning, John tip-toed quietly into the bedroom to find his wife curled up in the fetal position, sound asleep. Moving to the bed, he slid between the sheets, wondering what the detective would discover about his wife as he went to sleep.

***

A week later the phone rang in John's office, "Hello," he answered, and then listened intently to the caller. The lead detective was busy explaining to John how his best detective had determined that without a doubt, his wife was not involved with anyone in a relationship, and had rebuffed all their attempts to trip her up, case closed.

As the lead detective hung up the phone and yelled down the hall, "Hey, rookie, get your ass in here."

Sticking his head through the door the 'rookie' announces, "I gotta name boss, why don't you use it?"

"Fuck you, Tom, I like rookie better. Here's another wife gone wild case for you, see what you can find for me."

"Great." Tom replied.

As he walked back out of the office, the lead detective shook his head and muttered, "I've never seen anyone so enthusiastic about wandering wife cases."

John came home in a great mood, ready for some good sex and tender loving. Mandy couldn't figure what was up with John's attitude lately, but as long as she was able to keep up her pretenses "all's well that ends well". They quickly retired to the bedroom and dove into the sheets.

"God, you are beautiful," Mike sighed, leaning forward. His mouth found her tit and he kissed the rubbery bud of her nipple. He tugged on it with his lips. Then he ran his tongue around it, bathing it with saliva.

As Mandy let her head roll, her dark curly hair fanned out on the mattress. Lust was penetrating deep into her bones, setting her soul afire. Blindly, she reached over in the direction of John's crotch. She fumbled through the soggy, matted kinks of his pubic hair and located his semi-erect penis. Curling her fingers around it she felt a sticky slime on his warm flesh from the pre-cum fluid. As she squeezed the rubbery cylinder she felt his organ growing in her fingers. Slowly and gently she pumped her hand up and down on her husband's cock.

John was suckling happily on Mandy's breast. Opening his mouth wide, he tried to suck her entire full, firm breast into his mouth. His teeth nicked her delicate flesh. Closing his mouth, he trapped her nipple between his teeth, and then battered the resilient tip with his tongue.

Mandy's chest heaved in response to the attack. Her head rolled and she sucked in her stomach as the fires in her belly blazed higher. She pumped John's cock in her fist, and then squeezed it to test its hardness. She pressed her fingers against the underside, finding the spot of greatest sensitivity by touch alone and teasing it with one delicate fingertip. With her fingers closed around the hard penis, she stroked the sensitive pink glans, smearing a new wave of fluid over the hot flesh. The heat of John's blood pouring into his organ dried the slippery lubricant into a sticky gummy coating between her hand and his hardening staff.

Still chewing gently on the exciting soft meat of Mandy's breast, John slid one hand down to her stomach. She felt her gut suck in involuntarily from the touch. Reaching her navel, he probed the hollow with one finger, pressing into it deep and hard. Her entire body lurched under the hard probe. Digging his finger deep in her belly button, John wiggled it in her guts.

"Oooooaaaww," Mandy growled mindlessly. Her fist clenched tightly around the hard shaft of John's bludgeon-like masculine tool.

John gnawed on Mandy's breast as if he were actually trying to eat it. His jaw muscles clenched as he resisted the urge to inadvertently bite hard into her tender body. Leaving her navel behind, he slid his hand down over the soft swell of her belly. He scratched the top curls of her pubic hair. Never lifting his mouth from her tit, he blindly explored the fringes of her pubic triangle. He stroked his fingers along the lower border of her body and one thigh, then carefully skipped over her labia to the other side and dragged his fingers through the indentation upward and back to the top of the vee.

Mandy's body lurched and writhed from the delicate exploration. She wanted his hand on her sex, his fingers pressing her clitoris or driving into her channel. At the same time, she relished his restraint, relished the way he tortured her by coming so close to the heart of her sex, and yet avoiding it.

She smeared another wave of his thick juices over his cock, massaging them into a paste between her hand and his hot prick. When she remembered how good Tom's cock had tasted, saliva flooded her mouth. He was still chewing on her breast, making it feel bruised and abused and adored all at the same time. That one breast was so engorged with excited blood that she felt lopsided.

Then he lifted his head, leaned over and transferred his attention to her other breast and the blood streamed into that soft mound, her nipple hardening and jutting into his mouth. His tongue scraped over her turgid, tender, nerve-filled bud and new flames roared through her.

John pressed his hand down on Mandy's sex, crushing the curls against the warm mound. He felt her labia mash to a pulp under his fingers as he cupped her crotch warmly. Her vagina tried to suck his finger inside, but he didn't want that yet. He wanted to raise her to an even higher point before he gave her that. Cupping her sex carefully, he massaged her expertly, making his fingers wriggled rhythmically. His center two fingers threatened to plunge into her body, but he held them back. He ground his palm down on the arch of her pubic bone. He knew he was crushing her clitoris against that hard arch.

Mandy's legs spread wider, her knee dropped sideways to open the heart of her sex to her husband's exploration. She was still fondling his cock, more carefully now, so as to prevent a premature explosion. With her other hand she touched the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in the thick brown curls there.

"Oh, John," she whispered softly. "Dear, dear John."

"MMMmmm," John replied, his wordless hum drumming through her body as he kept his mouth pressed to her breast. Leaning toward her, he pressed the length of his body against her side.

The feel of John's warm, strong body pressing against her gave Mandy a marvelous feeling. In response she rolled toward him slightly.

Under the harsh light, husband and wife fondled each other intimately, his hand at her crotch, her hand gripping his powerful cock. Her small hand was dwarfed by his massive tool. His hand was huge and solid-looking as it completely covered her pubic vee. His head shifted and moved as he devoured her breast.

Then, slowly and tantalizingly, one of his fingers vanished into the dark, wet opening of her sex. He drove his longest finger deep into his wife's soggy opening, sinking it out of sight in her vagina.

Mandy's head rolled and twisted as she felt her body being invaded by his finger. It was small, so much smaller than the cock she wanted, knew she was going to get. But that single finger probing the heart of her sex was wonderful, capable of things no cock could do.

John wiggled his finger deep in the hot, clinging, wet folds of Mandy's channel. He pressed his hand down on her sex hard, trying to touch bottom with the tip of his finger though he knew that was impossible. He wiggled his finger hard in that drenching socket. His other fingers were back between her buttocks and he dug them into the soft pliable flesh there and again tried to touch bottom in her vagina. Her crotch was soaked, hot, and sticky with her juices. Mandy couldn't take it any longer. She had to have more in her. Just a finger probing her vagina wasn't enough. She rolled toward her husband without releasing his cock. Forcing his head up and away from her breast, she pressed the warm, soft length of her body against his. She threw one thigh over his hips and maneuvered her hips toward his. Their hands were trapped between them as they came together.

At last John withdrew his sticky fingers from her crotch and Mandy guided the head of his cock to her now empty opening. She squirmed her hips down on the curving point of his ready phallus before letting go of it. Then she yielded to a wanton impulse and slipped two experienced fingers into the upper end of her crevice. Finding her clitoris, she rolled it against the bone backdrop it had, while working John's prick up into her vagina.

Lying on their sides, the two lovers coupled again, John's cock sinking deep into his wife's hot, wet opening. Her hand was trapped between the sticky, wet hairy tangles of their crotches. Her fingertips worked at her clitoris, rolling and pinching that miniature penis, her knuckles digging into John's body as they moved.

John moved, driving his cock deep into Mandy's body. The feel of her hand between them as she played with herself was an incredibly erotic sensation. He didn't know if it was the knowledge of what she was doing to herself, or the feel of her knuckles digging in to his own groin that was so great. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was sunk in her and she was engulfing him and they were linked again, siamesed by his cock in her guts.

John shifted, sliding his cock almost all the way out, then driving it deep into her pussy again. His body crushed her hand against her, and still she managed to wriggle the tips of her fingers in insane stimulation of her clit.

Mandy's body was bathed in fire. She didn't know what had led her to start stimulating her own clitoris. But now that she was doing it, the sensation was magnificent. The feeling of his cock in her belly was a magical fullness. The pinching and rolling she was giving her own clitoris was better than simple intercourse could ever be. And this wasn't the simple, mindless pinching of her clit between two pubic arches; this was a sophisticated torture of her nerve-filled little button.

But it took concentration, too much concentration. Her mind was sinking into a fog of total pleasure. Finally, what she needed more than her fingers on her clit was her husband's entire cock buried full-depth in her vagina. Her hand was in the way. She wrestled it out of the trap between her and John, drove it under his side and clutched at him as she jammed her hips for ward to skewer herself more completely on his prick. John pounded his cock in Mandy's vagina, pistoning harder and harder. With her hand out from between them he was able to press his entire body tightly against hers, crushing her breasts flat against his chest.

The two lovers struggled against each other in a carnal reverse of a tug-of-war, striving to make their two bodies one. Mandy clawed at her husband's back as he rammed his masculine spear into her guts. She tried her best to get herself run through on that powerful tower.

She felt John stiffen and ram at her harder and pulled him tight against herself as he climaxed. Her own orgasm roared through her, a tidal wave of pleasure that burst over her consciousness. John poured his semen into her belly, his body convulsing with every powerful shot. Semen oozed from around his prick to form thick glue between them, sticking their warm bodies together, even as their exhausted muscles were slumping into quivering relaxation.

Mandy clung tightly to John until his prick was a withered remnant nestled between the lips of her pussy. Then she rolled onto her back and savored the feeling of cum drying on her thighs and belly. She felt her husband roll onto his back. Side by side they lay on the mattress, their eyes closed, and their chests heaving with exhaustion.

***

Later that week, while at the gym, Mandy spied Tom at his work out talking with friends. Approaching him from behind she heard him say something to the effect that he "had been screwing married women who had been the focus of adultery investigations and had a stable of 'talent' to draw on." His buddies laughed-Mandy cried as she stormed from the gym, her body wracked in agony, she was duped by a fraud. But what did he say about being investigated? Could John have distrusted her so, to have her followed? She had to find out.

John was still at work, so Mandy called Tom, "Hi, want to get together tonight?" She asked.

"Sure. I missed you at the gym tonight."

"I was in a hurry to get home, so I left early." She lied.

"Come on over." He entreats.

"No. Let's use my place tonight."

"Uhh…Ok…I guess." Tom said, grudgingly.

Within minutes the two illicit lovers are making their way to the guest bedroom. Mandy was first to make a move she carefully bathed Tom's penis with her tongue, licking it languidly from base to tip on all sides. She had to pause and pick a wiry pubic hair off her tongue. Then she resumed her meticulous bathing of his stiff tower of flesh. The skin was warm and yielding and soft against her tongue. She could feel the ridges of distended veins just under the skin, and the rippled hard interior under them.

Tom was slumped back spineless. His hands were rhythmically squeezing the mattress. That and the film of sweat on his face were the only overt signs of his excitement. He watched as Mandy's tongue bathed his sensitive phallus, feeling like warm, wet velvet as it swept up the length of his tower. She licked the under side again and the delicate touch of her tongue there sent a shiver through him, making him wet his lips with excitement. Her dark curls brushed his bare skin, adding a sensuous tickle to the other sensations. Then Mandy closed her lips around the peak of his cock, engulfing it in her warm, wet mouth and Tom felt like it was melting. She touched just the head, rubbing it lovingly with her tongue and Tom thought it was going to burst into flame.

Mandy felt a quiver of pleasure at taking Tom's cock in her mouth, something about having a lump of living flesh between her lips, against her tongue, triggered warm sexual pleasure in her belly. She drew her head upward, letting his cock slide out through her lips. When she lowered her head again, she took a bit more of his hot staff in her mouth. She pressed her tongue against it firmly and scrubbed the velvety skin, now slick and wet with her skewer. There was a warm salty taste in her mouth and she knew she had milked some of his excited juices from his organ. Her head was filled with the smell of him.

Tom, too, had felt that burning drop ooze from his channel. His prick felt like it was being bathed in blood-warm water. There were textures and hardness's that no vagina had. There was the sensuous tickle of long curling black hair on his bare thighs, and the feel of fingers gripping the base of his prick. And there was the sight of the working mouth skewered on his towering penis.

Mandy pumped her head, taking the massive, blood-loaded organ deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was overwhelmed by his smell and his taste. Her own guts were now burning with a perverted lust, and her vagina was twitching hungrily. But she still had no desire to be screwed by Tom. That, as much as was possible, would be her husband's privilege from now on. There was nothing wrong with finding pleasure in giving Tom a thorough devoted cock sucking, though.

She reached between his thighs, under her own chest, and lifted and shifted his balls in their sack. Handling them gently, she stroked and tickled up behind them. Without losing the rhythm of bobbing of her head on his prick, she fondled his testicles and tickled the foundations of his phallus.

She was jamming his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with every bob of her head. She was glad Tom wasn't gripping her hair, urging her on. She wanted to be able to set her own pace, to avoid gagging and choking on his huge shaft.

Drawing in timed breaths through her nose, she pumped and pumped her mouth on Tom's phallus. She felt the rubbery head jamming to the back of her tongue, poking into her throat, and redoubled her efforts. Her nose was being tickled by his pubic bush at every downward drive of her head.

She felt his buttocks beginning to twitch and thrust and knew he was getting close to a climax. She increased her efforts. She was beginning to look forward to the load of hot, gooey fluid he would shoot into her mouth.

Tom was wriggling and shivering. A hot puddle of semen was accumulating at the base of his cock, gathering in the muscular pocket like a lava pool at the base of a volcano. The pressures were building and building and building. All the sensations of the blow job were melting together—the feel of her pumping mouth, the feathery touch of her hair, the tickling of her fingers around and under his balls. It was all coming together into one searing knot of pleasure.