"Aaaaaagh, yes!" Stella hollered, squeezing her fingers harder and twirling her clit with her other hand. This was the perfect way to come. Her pussy was sucking and nipping and Hank's cum was flying up her cunt. She was sure that this fuck was going to last her a long time… maybe even for two whole weeks.
Hank's cock hosed and pumped. His cum shot up Stella's pussychute until it was full, it oozed out of her nipping cuntmouth and fell in sticky puddles on the bed. Stella didn't even notice. She was too interested in storing up the good feelings happening in her pussy to notice things like cum stains on the sheets.
"Jesus!" Hank gasped, when his cock stopped coming at last. He pulled his cock out of Stella's pussy and stood up. Then he looked around the bedroom and pinned.
"It's a damn good thing I'm going for two weeks," he chuckled. "I think it's going to take you that long to clean up this bedroom. We really made a mess in here."
Stella grinned but her heart wasn't in her feeble attempt at laughter. She couldn't help but notice the clock. In ten minutes Hank would be leaving. She didn't know what she was going to do when he was gone. Her pussy was starting to cream already and they didn't have time to fuck again.
CHAPTER TWO
Vicki woke up long before the alarm dock went off. The sheet was twisted between her legs and she rubbed her swollen tits and moaned sleepily. She knew why she had awakened so early. The nearness of Pete's body was making her pussy twitch again and causing the dull ache in her pussy.
Vicki snuggled up closer to Pete. She remembered what day it was and she shivered a little. Today was the day that Pete left on the two-week run with Hank.
"Mmmmmm," Vicki protested, not wanting to wake up all the way. It felt wonderful to rub her tits against her husband's strong arm. If only Pete would wake up in a good mood… a sexy mood. Vicki was just dying for a fuck.
Pete grumbled sleepily. He felt Vicki's body press up against his and he rolled away from the heat of her body. Even though he was still half asleep, he knew what she wanted. That was all Vicki ever seemed to want. Pete just wasn't in the mood for fucking. He rolled to the far side of the bed and tried to drift back off to sleep. He didn't see how Vicki could want more fucking again this morning. They'd just done it last night. Once a week ought to be enough for any woman. Pete was beginning to think that there was something wrong with Vicki. She never seemed to be satisfied.
Vicki felt Pete draw away from her. She sighed out of frustration. There was no use trying to wake Pete up and get him to fuck her. That would only make him mad. Pete had definite notions on what a new wife should need. Vicki had found that out. Pete thought that fucking more than once a week was a sign of sinfulness. Pete thought a lot of things were sinful, including wives working. Vicki was beginning to wonder why she had ever married Pete. He didn't seem so straight where they were going together. He didn't mind her working then. Their marriage had changed all that though. Now Pete seemed to think that Vicki should stay home and spend her days doing housework and sewing. She was permitted to do volunteer work at the church too.
Vicki sighed again as she thought of her dreams before she had married Pete. She was planning on going to school at night and taking a course in how to be a legal secretary. The job sounded fascinating. Vicki loved to be in the middle of things, busy and on her own. Married to Pete had put a definite crimp in her plans. Pete had positively forbidden her going to school. He said it wasn't proper for a married woman to seek a career.
Vicki tried to think of something more pleasant. She supposed site ought to be happy. Pete was a good husband in most ways. He didn't drink and he didn't fool around with other women. He brought home all his paycheck too. Somehow though, that didn't help Vicki's uneasiness about her marriage. She knew that there was something wrong but she wasn't quite sure what it was. Maybe Pete was right. Perhaps she was expecting too much of marriage.
Vicki grimaced as she thought about that other problem that was bothering her more and more lately. She was convinced that she was a nympho. Fucking with Pete once a week just didn't seem to be enough for her. It wasn't that she didn't like fucking with Pete. It was fine, she guessed. But she never felt those wild thrills the other married women talked about. The sky didn't brighten and she didn't hear rockets or see colon dancing in front of her eyes. Maybe that was why her pussy was so demanding all the time. She warded to feel those marvelous feelings that everyone else talked about. Vicki thought that if she kept trying, she might have an orgasm with Pete.
Vicki's face burned as she thought about sex. She guessed it was wicked of her to keep asking Pete for it. She should be content and satisfied with what he gave her. She wasn't though. Vicki wasn't satisfied at all. Maybe she expected too much from fucking. She had been a virgin when Pete married her. She didn't really have any idea of what fucking was supposed to be like. Maybe what she'd heard about tingles and thrills and ecstasy had been just talk.
"Ooooh, darn!" Vicki breathed softly. She could feel her tits throbbing again. Her nipples were swollen where they were rubbing against the sheet and her pussy itched something awful. She wished that she could talk Pete into fucking her again before he left. That was impossible though. Pete had made that clear last night.
Vicki's finger plucked at the rosy nubs of her tits. They stood straight up and quivered, pulsing and throbbing. She had the terribly naughty desire to press them to Pete's face and make him suck them. That was terrible! She knew that nice girls didn't do things like that.
Pete mumbled something in his sleep and Vicki's body tensed. She hoped he wasn't awake. It would be terrible if he caught her pinching her own nipples. Pete wasn't awake though. His eyes were closed and he was sound asleep. He was only dreaming.
Vicki's slim fingers trailed down her body. She knew it was sinful, touching herself right in front of Pete. It was sinful to do it at all, but doing it in the same bed with her husband was doubly sinful. The ache in her pussy was too strong to ignore though. Vicki just had to stroke her quivering pussyflesh with her fingers.
Vicki thought about her wedding night. She had been so excited. She was sure that fucking with Pete was going to be wonderful. She shivered as she remembered her lusty feelings as she waited in her new nightgown. Pete was in the bathroom when she undressed for bed. Vicki knew that she looked sexy. Her nightgown was filmy and it was the kind that you could sec right through. She trembled as she waited for Pete to finish his shower. She could hardly wait to lose her cherry.
When Pete came into the room, she was ready for him. She hugged him tightly when he crawled under the sheets and pressed her body up against his. Then she kissed him eagerly, expecting him to rip the nightgown from her body and fuck her.
When Pete didn't take off her nightgown, Vicki pulled it off herself. She snuggled right up against him and nuzzled the side of his neck. At first she was a little worried about Pete's lack of interest in her. Then she realized that he must be holding back, trying to be considerate of her feelings.
"Let's do it," she giggled, grabbing his hand and putting it right on her tit. "I want you to fuck me, Pete. I can hardly wait."
Pete had rolled her over almost dutifully. He spread his legs and sighed as his cock pressed up against her moist, quivering pussymound.
"We… we could wait until tomorrow," he suggested. "I know you're probably nervous and everything, honey."
"Oh, no!" Vicki exclaimed. "I want to do it now. I'm not nervous, honey… really! I can hardly wait to try it."