She was having trouble convincing herself.
"Ummmm," Marsha cried out. "Oh David, you're making me feel so nice! Fuck my asshole, baby! Fuck it good!"
"Oh shit, baby," David moaned. "Shit yeah!"
He started driving his cock into her asshole with deep, brutal strokes. Nancy could see his lean hips working furiously, almost like he was trying to punish her with his thick cock. She could hear Marsha making small sounds in her throat, but they weren't sounds of pain.
Marsha was really starting to enjoy herself.
"You big hot bastard," Marsha cried. "You big hot beautiful cock fucking bastard!"
Marsha's ass was lunging powerfully back to meet his every hard thrust.
"Put it in me deep," Marsha screamed. "Oh God, get that thing in me deep!"
David tried to ram her faster. Nancy could tell that he was putting all he had into every furious stroke. Nancy imagined what it would feel like. She closed her eyes. She was sweating. She could taste the salt on her lips.
God, she was getting randy.
Nancy nearly lost her balance on the ladder. She opened her eyes quickly and grabbed hold. She couldn't close her eyes a second time. She couldn't take her eyes off David and the massive prick that he was ramming savagely into Marsha's asshole.
Nancy wanted to play with herself. She a unbuttoned the top of her tight jeans but she could barely get her hand inside. It wasn't nearly enough. Besides, she knew that playing with herself would only leave her as frustrated as she'd been the night before. Her fingers wouldn't help the heat that was boiling in her now.
Only a hard cock would help!
"Oh fuck me hard!" Marsha screamed. "Oh fuck me really hard! Give it to me good!"
It was what she wanted and it was what David tried to give her. Nancy watched him pull his cock half out of her and then slammed it back into her again. He started fucking her asshole as violently as he could. Still, it wasn't enough for her. She kept begging him to fuck her harder.
His fingers kept plunging into her pussy and made wet sounds as he played with her.
"Yessss," Marsha suddenly screamed. "That's how I want to be fucked. That's what I want!"
Nancy knew she wouldn't have known Marsha if she had seen her like this without hearing her name. The sweet widow woman had turned into an animal. Her hair had fallen across her sweet plump face and was drenched with sweat. She was panting loudly. Her face was a mask of pure lust.
"In my asshole," Marsha groaned. "That's what I like. Fuck my asshole good!"
David used his free hand to grab one of her big tits. He was brutally teasing the nipple while he fucked her faster and harder.
"I'm going to come," Marsha gasped suddenly. "I'm going to come! Oh David, it feels good. It feels good. Oh Daviddddd!"
Nancy wanted it badly. She wanted it to be her who was taking David's big cock. She could see the shivers going through Marsha's body as she came. It must have been good because Marsha almost jumped away from David's big cock.
"You bastard," Marsha moaned finally, as the shivering motions stopped. "You sweet, sweet bastard!"
Nancy was beginning to feel a little cramped on the ladder but she knew she couldn't leave until they were finished. She wanted to see everything that happened.
David was fucking a little slower but Nancy knew it was only to put off his climax a little longer. She could see the hunger in his face and she knew he was getting close.
"Oh fuck, babe," David finally yelled. "Oh, I'm going to fill up your asshole. Fuck it feels good. So fucking good! You got a sweet ass, bitch. Sweet assed bitchhhhhh!"
Nancy watched him drive his prick into her asshole one last time. She saw his body start to jerk and she knew it was because he was pumping her ass full of jism. Nancy squirmed. She wanted to feel his cock so badly.
Marsha kept squirming until David had no more jism. They were both breathing deeply as they fell apart.
"Damn," Marsha said.
"Double damn," David said loudly.
"And I'm double damned because of what I'm thinking," Nancy said softly, as she climbed down the ladder.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nancy was badly shaken as she slowly climbed down the ladder. She started back toward the house but, she suddenly realized that she was as horny as she'd been the night before. She couldn't go back to the house with the fires burning so hot within her. She wanted a hard dick in her pussy.
She hardly thought about what she was doing as she hurried toward the field where her husband was working. He looked up in surprise when he saw her coming. He had his shirt off but he didn't look as good as David. He had looked like David once but now he was getting slightly flabby.
Still. She remembered him the night before and there was warmth between her legs.
"What you doing out here, honey?" Mark asked.
She was hot, so damned hot. And she was tingly. Her pussy was dripping cunt juice. She knew he would never understand if she tried to explain. He had the kind of mentality that believed sex should be in bed, and not out in the wide open spaces. Mark was not anything like his brother.
She didn't try to explain. Instead she pressed herself close to him. She knew he could feel her aching, swollen tits against his chest. She started rubbing her boobs back and forth against him.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Baby," she said. "I need some loving from you. I need it bad. Really bad!"
He looked at her in mild shock. Perhaps he couldn't understand what had gotten into his wife. She didn't want to spend a lot of time talking about it.
She spread her thighs and captured his knee between them. She started rubbing up and down his knee. Her pussy could feel the hard line of his legs. It helped. She wasn't feeling as itchy anymore. She rubbed faster.
"My Gawd, honey," Mark said, "I don't know what's gotten into you. Have you gone crazy?"
"Ummmm," she answered. "I've gone crazy, all right. I've gone crazy for love. I need some loving!"
She didn't need it from her husband. She needed it from David. But she knew she could never tell Mark that. It would hurt him too badly. That was what bothered her most of all. Mark was such a good husband. She would have to go a long way to find another like him.
She kept rubbing her aunt against his knee. With her hand she massaged the front of his trousers.
"Gawd," he said. "You have gone any. Someone could come walking along here at any minute."
She wished he could be more like his brother. David sure hadn't cared that someone could walk in and catch him fucking Marsha. He just went ahead and did what he wanted to do. He took pleasure in her body and there wasn't a worry in his mind.
Her husband would worry all the way through. A sense of moral values had been one reason she married him. But now she didn't need a preacher. She needed a man who would give her cock.
"I don't give a damn about anyone coming by," she said. "I'm hot and horny. That's all I know. I'm hot and I'm ready for a good stiff prick!"
"Gawd," he said. "You have gone crazy."
She put her hand between his legs. She rubbed his cock. She felt it stir a little. So he wasn't completely dead. She rubbed harder and she felt his prick swell up into a rock like hardness. She was so used to the feeling of his prick. She knew every inch of it. But she never touched it without feeling excited.
Especially at moments like this when she could feel it stirring and she knew it was because he was excited by her.
She traced the long length of his prick with her fingertips and he shivered.
"You're crazy as hell," he said. "You're crazy as fucking hell! I guess we both are."
Then he became the Mark that she had once known. He dropped his swing blade and he picked up her body easily. He carried her into some bushes. He put her down on her back. He stood over her panting, and she suddenly had the feeling that this time was going to be very, very good. Even better than it had been the night before. Mark had an animal look of lust in his eyes.