Unknown - Mother Eager Beaver

Tom smiled at Barbara as his fingers weaved through the softness of her naturally red hair. A twist of fate had brought them together and nothing would tear them apart, not ever. The past thirteen years had brought them more love and pleasure than they realized possible. They were glad they'd been deserted by their first marriage partners.

They didn't even know each other before the desertion hearings, and that is the fate which brought them together. The twist of fate was due to the fact their first marriage partners had run off with each other. Since their case was so closely related and involved the same persons, the judge called them in at the same time. They'd both been deserted and each of them had been left with a child. The hearings were a simple formality. It took a very few minutes for the judge to grant their divorces.

Tom had looked at Barbara during the hearings, trying to figure out what kind of woman she was. He'd never liked a woman who pretended to be something she wasn't, and that's exactly how she appeared to him. That fiery hair hanging down below her shoulders was "false. It just had to be dyed. Her skin was smooth and creamy, very unlike the freckled redheads he knew-hell, she didn't even have a freckle. He found himself wondering if anything else about her was false.

He walked up to her after the hearings were over and smiled as tenderly as he knew how, then asked if she'd like to get a cup of coffee. She didn't smile back but accepted his offer. That was the first of their meetings but it surely wasn't the last.

They started dating, then Tom discovered there was nothing false about her, not even that glorious red hair. She was a real woman in every sense of the word.

It didn't take either of them long to realize they were meant for each other, then the inevitable happened-they were married.

That seemed like such a long time ago as his fingers entwined in the curls of her hair, then he smiled at her again.

"What are you thinking?" she asked sweetly as she looked up at him. "You seem so far away."

"I was thinking about us," he answered. "I was remembering how you and I came to be together in the first place. Are you happy?"

"Oh, darling, I've never been happier," she smiled. "There are many times I thank God for letting Ben and Jo Ann leave us. It opened the door to my happiness."

"Our happiness," he corrected her gazing at her sensual lips as they pursed with anticipation. "Our happiness is forever.

He leaned over and kissed her tenderly, his hand easing beneath her short nightie as her head slid back to the pillow. Her breath quickened and became raspy as his hand covered one of her heaving breasts, then when his fingers brought her nipple to a pert hardness she began to quiver with desire. Her asscheeks started to churn expectantly as the crotch of her panties became damp with anticipated pleasure.

"Mummmm Hummmm!" she purred as her hand eased between his legs to tease at his growing hardness. "Go all the way darling! Fuck me tonight pleaseeeeee! Don't leave me! I need you!"

He glanced at his watch as his hand slipped beneath her panties to caress the soft fullness of that delightful pussymound, then his fingers eased into the puckered cleft of her sensual treasure as the flesh of his thumb teased at her swollen clit. God, her pussy was slushy with desire. He wished he could fuck her but there wasn't enough time.

"It's past ten o'clock and I must punch in by eleven," he groaned as his index finger found the entrance to her vagina, then he shoved it into her hot depths and worked it around in her trembling belly. "God knows I want to fuck you, but I'd be late for work,"

"Please fuck me darling!" she moaned as her legs opened for him. "I need your prick so much! It won't matter if you're a little late for work."

"Yes. It will matter. I must be there to keep things running right," he answered apologetically. "I'll fuck you tomorrow night."

Barbara hated it when Tom was on the night shift. He always managed to prepare her for his cock but he never had enough time to complete the job. Her cunt was left throbbing with desire after he went to work and her pussy juices spilled themselves on the covers till she did something about it. She usually fingered herself to a sort of satisfaction, but that wouldn't be enough tonight. Tom's prick felt so good in her hand. A hard cock would be the only thing that could possible satisfy her needs.

"Please Tom! I need to be fucked! Don't leave me like this!" she begged as her cuntal sheath contracted desperately on his thrusting finger. "Don't build me up and run off. I need a hard cock in me. Don't do this to me!"

"Ill have tomorrow off, then 111 be on the day shift for awhile," he smiled as he continued to frig her hot pussy with his finger. "You can surely wait until tomorrow night. Hell, I can hardly wait, myself."

Could she wait? She wondered if that were possible. Her cunt frothed as he worked his finger around inside her. Pussy juices flowed into the crack of her churning asscheeks as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Her cunny was beginning to quiver in ecstasy as his finger slipped from her pussy, then it was all over.

"Pleaseee darling I need a cock," she whimpered as the burning in her pussy shot deep into her belly. "I need to be fucked!"

"I'm afraid you'll have to fuck someone else if you need a cock so badly," he smiled teasing at her. "I can't fuck you till tomorrow night."

"I can't stand it, Tom. Damn it! I can't wait! Don't you understand?" she groaned as she removed her nighty and panties, letting her hand ease between her legs to cover her undulating red brush, then a finger slipped into the slippery folds of that seething, delightful crease. "I need to be fucked now, not tomorrow night."

He got up and smiled down at her as he watched the length of her finger disappear between her puckered pussylips, then he knew she was working it around inside the vagina.

"That's it, baby! Finger that pretty little pussy for the time being," he suggested as he slipped on his clothes. "If I'm not too tired when I get home in the morning I'll fuck you. Maybe you won't have to wait till tomorrow night."

"Ooohhh Tom aaaahh! I can't wait till morning," she writhed as her churning cunny began to fuck at her finger. "You've built me up' every night for two weeks, then you've run off to work. I can't stand it any more. I need your cock so badly! I need somebody's cock! Pleaseeeeee fucckkk meeeee!"

He slipped on his jacket, then he leaned over and kissed her as he patted the hand on her pussy.

"It'll keep, darling," he smiled at her. "Just have it good and hot by the time I get back."

"Pleaseeeee darling! Don't do this to me!" she begged as he slammed the door behind him, then she opened her legs wide as possible and thrust another finger into her cunt. "I need a cock! Ooohhh my God I need a hard cock!"

Tom had already left for work when Barbara rammed the third finger into her seething tunnel. She was desperate and there seemed to be nothing else she could do. Tom had left her wanting pussy burning and itching for the past two weeks. She'd frigged herself with her fingers a few times but it hadn't really satisfied her. If it were possible to ram her whole goddamned hand into her snatch it wouldn't satisfy her. She needed a hard cock and she knew it. Any cock! Any size! It didn't really make any difference as long as it was hard.

The fourth finger was slipping into her overflowing sheath when she heard the knob of her door jiggle a little. Her fingers very quickly slurped from her hot snatch as she turned to her side. She didn't even have time to cover herself before her