"Oh God!" she moaned.
Now two fingers were in her cunt and Randy had started to quicken his pace. She felt his prick slamming into her with a rapid violence.
"That's it!" she moaned. "Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me hard!"
She started protesting as he jerked his cock out of her ass.
"Turn back over," he said.
She turned back over and he pushed her legs up above her head. She thought he was going to fuck her pussy, but again she felt his cock against her anus.
"This should keep you quiet," he said.
He pressed one hand against her mouth as his prick went into her ass. It was good. It was so good. She found herself going crazy against the stiffness of his wonderful prick.
It was a good thing that his hand was once again damped over her mouth because she screamed each time his prick plunged into her asshole.
"Oh!" he said. "I'm going to come. I'm going to flood your ass! Oh shit, baby, I'm going to come."
She screamed again as her own hot juices flooded her pussy and his thick cum juice exploded into her ass. She collapsed an the bed as his prick slipped out of her.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God!"
She couldn't ever remember feeling so good.
"You're a good fuck," he said. "But you should get back to your husband now."
"No, Randy," she protested. "Let's do it some more. Please fuck me some more!"
She couldn't help, how she felt. It seemed like she couldn't get enough of Randy. The more she fucked him, the more she was hot for him. Already she could feel her pussy heating up, starting to get hungry for the feel of his pulsating cock. She reached for his prick, but he brushed her hand away.
"We can't," he said. "Not tonight."
"But I need you, Randy," she said. "My pussy just gets hotter and hotter for you. I want your hard cock inside me, filling me up."
"You'll have me some more," he promised. "But not tonight. Baby, I'm exhausted tonight."
"Please, Randy," she begged.
"No Goddamn it, can't you see I'm tired?"
"But your cock doesn't feel tired," she said. "Your cock feels like it's getting ready again."
He seemed angry with her as he pushed her away. "Get your robe on. Go back to your husband. Maybe he can satisfy you."
She was hurt and bewildered by his attitude, but she got up and put her robe back on. She didn't go straight back to her mom. Instead she went downstairs and finished off half the bottle.
She was feeling a little high as she came back upstairs.
"Damn," she moaned. "I need Randy. I don't know what's happening to me, but I wasn't like this until Randy came. Oh what's wrong with me?"
Bill was still snoring as she entered their room. She sat down on the edge of the bed looking at her husband and a lot of guilt came over her. It wasn't fair to Bill that she behaved the way she did. Bill was a nice guy, a wonderful guy who had tried his best to make her happy.
So why was she betraying her husband's love and confidence by having sex with Randy. She put her hand on his warm thigh and kit her body tingle.
"God," she said softly.
She needed him. Randy had fucked her, but she still needed a cock and if she couldn't fuck Randy's then she would fuck her husband's. She didn't care that he would be surprised at her waking him.
She didn't care about anything except that she needed his thick prick inside her pussy. She bent her head and slipped her lips around his cock-head. His prick started rising immediately. She sucked on his cock until she had his prick hard.
She didn't even know if he was fully awake when she positioned herself on top of his cock and pushed her cunt down onto his stiff rod.
She started riding him quickly. She bounced up and down and massaged her own titties as she felt her pussy getting hot. It didn't take very long. She was already hot enough.
"Oh Bill!" she moaned. "Oh Bill!"
And then his cock was spurting into her cunt and was flooding him with her cunt juices. She fucked him again and again until his cock quit spewing cum.
She stretched out on top of him and nibbled on his ear. He had never said anything.
In fact, as she drifted off to sleep, she wasn't even sure that he was completely awake.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Randy," she said. "When are we going to get together again?"
Judy didn't know what the problem had been for the two days following the night she had visited Randy in his room. It had seemed like he was avoiding her. Every time she tried to get him alone he would invent some excuse. He seemed to spending more and more time with Bill and Trish.
Today she had cornered him.
Trish was puttering around in the kitchen and Bill was already outside. She put her hand between his legs and he pulled away.
"I mean it," she said. "You're acting like I'm poison or something."
"It's not you," he said.
"Then what?" she asked. "When are we going to get together again."
"Are you sure you want to?"
"Do I want to? Of course I want to."
"Why?"
"Why?" she was stunned. "You know why."
"Tell me," he said.
"Because I'm hot for you," she said. "I can't stop thinking about your cock."
"Okay," he said. "This afternoon you take another walk. Trish's family will be gone again."
"Oh Randy," Judy said happily.
She pressed herself against him. He pushed her away and slapped her lightly on the ass.
"You be there," he said.
"I will," she promised. "I'll be there. I promise I'll be there."
Judy didn't understand why she was so hot for Randy. Bill was just as much a man and his cock was also satisfying. It was just that Randy had a way of treating her that made her feel good. She felt hot each time she got around him.
She was glad that he wanted her that afternoon. She dressed in a simple yellow dress and decided against wearing any panties. She giggled as she thought of what he would look like when he touched her cunt.
She just didn't see any sense in wearing them when he was going to take him off so quickly.
She was humming a little tune to herself as she left the house. She felt good. Her naked thighs rubbing together as she walked kept her aware of the hotness in her pussy.
There was no one around the house when she arrived. She decided that Randy was probably spending a few minutes with Bill before he came. She sat down on the porch swing to wait.
She waited only a few minutes before she was aware of someone standing behind her.
"Randy," she said, turning in the swing.
It wasn't Randy. There were two boys standing there. She recognized them as Trish's brothers. They were both big, broad-shouldered boys with red faces and work-worn hands. She had never cared much for them the few times they had come around her home.
"No, it's not Randy," one brother said. "It's only Jake and Ralph. You know us, don't you, Mrs. Bowers?"
He was grinning in a way she didn't like.
She got up from the swing. "I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone would be around. I got tired and I sat down. I hope you don't mind."
"We don't mind," Jake said. He ran a hand through his stringy yellow hair. "I know how busy you've been. It's enough to make anyone tired."
"What do you mean?" Judy asked.
She was getting a little frightened and she was wishing that Randy would show up. Randy would know how to handle these two country boys.
"Trish has been telling us how busy you've been lately," Jake said. "With your cousin."
Judy blushed red as she realized what Trish must have been telling her two brothers. She decided to leave. She didn't want to wait for Randy with these two around.
"I should be getting back," she said.
"What's your hurry?" Ralph asked. He licked his lips. She was reminded of an animal looking at something good to eat.