heating it over the stove. When it was just about to boil, he added cocoa mix. Then he poured the whole, lot into Felicia's favorite mug, which he carried back into the bedroom.
By this time, Felicia was sifting on the bed, brushing out her glossy dark hair. After she had douched, she had showered and then dressed herself in one of her least flattering nightgowns, hoping this would keep David from coming on to her.
'For me?' she said, smiling sweetly when he entered the room. 'How thoughtful, dear.' She took the mug from him and sipped the cocoa slowly, while he took off his robe and climbed into bed beside her. When she finished, she set the mug on the bedside table, flicked off the light and slid deep under the covers, turning her back toward David.
Clumsily, he reached under her nightgown and laid his hands on her cunt mound. But she gently pushed his hand away and whispered softly: 'Not tonight, dear. I'm very, very tired.'
Felicia fell asleep immediately. But about an hour later, she awoke in a sweat, her hair damp and tangled, her legs trembling. The throbbing in her clit was becoming unbearable that, and the violent contractions in her cunt.
Her nightgown had ridden up past her thighs, giving her easy access to her feverish cunt, and she moved her hand down through her thick, matted cunt hair, easily sliding two fingers of her right hand into her frothing fuckhole while she squeezed and pulled at her cit with her left.
After only a few moments of finger-fucking, she felt the first stirrings of orgasm, and with a wild wrenching of her slippery cunt, she brought herself off so hard that her entire body shook and spasmed with the powerful release.
But to her amazement, when the ecstasy of her come had passed, her clit and cunt burned even more with the need for satisfaction. The itching, the little shocks of sensation within her cunt and cut were like nothing she had ever experienced before.
She glanced at her husband, who lay motionless beside her, and she was tempted to wake him with a blow job, so he could fuck her. But she knew very well how exhausted he was after his trip to Chicago, and it would be cruel to interrupt the first good night's sleep he'd had in three days. There was simply no choice; she'd have to jack herself off hard.
'Ungh!' she grunted, turning on her side away from David, bunching herself into a little ball. She squeezed her thighs together and, exerting maximum pressure, once again pistoned her fingers in and out of her cunt. This time, she bent her fingers so that her nails dug into her inner cunt flesh.
She was sweating hard, her breathing coming in sharp, raspy gasps, her body quivering so that the whole bed shook.
'Ah, God!' she gasped, rocking feverishly as a searing climax burned through her cunt and clit and ravaged her guts. She closed her eyes tightly, but behind those closed lids, she was bombarded by what looked like a storm of red and orange sparks. They were the color of fire, and that seemed fitting to her since it felt as if a flame were burning in her cunt. No sooner had the relief of her climax faded, then she felt an urge to fuck again.
'Can I join the party?'
Immediately, Felicia stiffened, her finger frozen above her hairy cunt. She was ashamed that David had caught her in the act of jacking off.
''I-uh, er
'Well do you wanna get laid?' He reached over her shoulder, cupping one gorgeous tit in his hand.
He didn't wait for her to answer, but pressed his body against hers, so her smooth, hot ass molded perfectly against his belly and thighs. His hard-on pulsed along her ass crack.
The feel of David's flesh against hers aroused Felicia wildly. Cunt juice flowed rapidly from her pulsing cunt, trickling down her thighs, its sharp aroma filling the air.
She twitched with spectacular, electric-like jolts of excitement each time she felt the hammering of his stiff prick against the sweaty cleft between her ass buns.
'Oh, God, baby! I need you so bad!' Felicia moaned. She had not left off diddling her cunt, and now she reached back and grasped her husband's thick, rubbery cock, delighting in the heft of it in her palm. Then she slid her fingers along her slippery slit and held open her two fat cunt labes so she could get the tip of David's cock more easily into her pulsing cunt.
When she felt his knob pressed firmly into her fuckhole, she groaned with pleasure, her eyeballs rolling up in their sockets, her nipples so long and hard with arousal, they pointed out stiffly, like little daggers.
She waited for David to thrust forward, ramming the length of his rigid cock deep into her cunt, but when he merely continued to tease her by rubbing the head of his prick up and down her slick pussy gash, she took matters into her own hands, pushing back onto his amazing prick, impaling herself to the hilt.
She wailed like a siren as another chain of orgasms ripped through her guts.
'Jesus! God, help me!' she cried, clutching and tearing at the sheets in a frenzy of ecstasy.
David could hardly believe how tightly her cunt was clasping his thick, throbbing prick. But he knew that the Spanish fly would last all night long, and if he shot his wad now, he'd be needlessly cutting things short.
He gritted his teeth, holding back the surging, roiling mass of jism that threatened to burst from his full, tight balls up through his shaft and into Felicia's supple cunt.
Felicia, barely recovered from the last orgasm, began to squirm and buck now. Holding onto the side of the mattress for leverage, she pulled herself forward so that only the head of David's cock clogged her cunt hole. Then she shoved backward, delighted by the way her husband's prickmeat pushed against the elastic walls of her pussy, the head jarring against the end of her cunt tunnel, shaking up her guts.
'Oh, David! Fuck me!' she cried. 'Give it to me!'
David, feeling himself once again master of the situation, reared up, grasping Felicia tightly at the hips. And all at once, he charged forward, slicing into her hard, his prick head slamming against the narrow tunnel leading to her womb.
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'Sh-shit!' Felicia groaned, tears to flow down her cheeks as the violent thrust sent scores of sharp-edged sensations through her body. 'Shit! Shit! Shit!'
David reared back again, unsheathing his cock completely, and Felicia groaned as she felt her cunt completely emptied of all that fabulous prick meat. Swiftly, David re-aimed his enormous prick, and with another mighty lunge, shafted his wife to the hilt.
She bucked forward, pressing her right fit hard into the mattress, grabbing onto the edge. This last assault set her up for yet another orgasm, and, reaching down and mashing her clit against her groin, she set it off
'Oh my God!' she wailed, the tears now streaming down her face. The contractions of her cunt were so tremendous, they pushed David's cock right out of its warm hiding place in her fight cunt.
Shuddering, close to the edge of his own orgasm, David grabbed his prick at the root and watched wide-eyed as his wife suffered through a storm of sensations, her lovely body shuddering as spasm after spasm of orgasm ripped through her.
At last, she seemed to quiet down a little, the twitching and wrenching becoming less violent. She turned over on her back and let her head rest on its side, so that she was facing him.
'Thank… thank you, darling!' she gasped.
Though the light was dim, David could make out the tired smile on her face, the look of contentment. But this did not last long. He was fascinated by the way the hunger and need slowly began to creep back into her. And her body, which had come to be still for a few minutes, was now beginning to move at the hips, twitch at the thighs. The nipples, which had softened, grew hard again, pointing straight toward the ceiling.
'You want it again, don't you?' David rasped, reaching out and tweaking one nipple.
She yipped in surprise and pleasure, squeezing her thighs together. She nodded, not looking him in the face. Her lust was embarrassing her now. It wasn't normal. He would think her a maniac.
But he only smiled, and rolling onto his back, nudged her gently. 'Get on top this time, babe. I'm going to ream you out.'
Relieved, Felicia scrambled up onto her knees and then straddled her husband's hips, leaning over him, her forearms on either side of his biceps, her tits dangling over his chest, the nipples lightly pricking his flesh. She could feel his erect cock behind her. When she moved back, the head nudged her ass, sending shivers of delight up her spine.
