Jane Fox - The horny wives

"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!