scorching juice-flooded cunt. Mona gave a little gurgle of pleasure, then reminded herself to knock it off. If she wanted any more of her husband's magnificent rigid dick, she'd have to be on her best behavior. She struggled not to jerk her hips in time to his increasingly fast rhythm.
Jerry recovered from his little temper fit very quickly. His cock was so achingly swollen, his balls so taut and full with their hot load of jizz, that he just had to have her. He began moaning and snorting again as he fucked faster and faster into her fiery wet little pussy. His thick meat made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the boiling-juice from her twat.
Mona stifled another gurgle of ecstasy. Jerry's huge hard prick felt so damned good as it reamed and crammed her lusty little fuck hole. She just couldn't get enough of it. If only Jerry weren't away so much, if only he'd loosen up in bed – but there was no point thinking of that right now. She'd better enjoy this good stiff fucking, because it was the last she'd be getting for a week.
'Ahhhhhhhh, God, awwwwwwww!' Jerry moaned.
He was pulling out all stops now, fucking her so hard she thought her teeth would rattle. Mona shivered with ecstasy and felt herself climbing fast toward another orgasm. There was one small movement she thought she could get away with. She started squeezing his prick with her powerful cunt muscles, gripping and releasing. Jerry whined with pleasure.
Each time she tightened her greedy little fuck hole around his slamming prick, she felt delicious friction. The pleasure built and built in her hungry cunt as Jerry's big boner raked and bruised her gushing cunt tube. She loved it when he lost all self-control and fucked into her like a pile driver.
Fuck me to death, you big bastard, she thought dizzily, fuck the living shit out of me!
The room echoed with the groaning bedsprings and Jerry's loud harsh panting. Mona felt his sweat dripping onto her, and she knew he was close to shooting his hot load. If she wanted to get off again, she'd better do it now. She tightened her juicy little box as hard as she could around his plowing prick. The delicious friction triggered her climax, pleasure blasting and exploding deep in her cunt.
This time she managed to confine herself to a muffled moan and a violent shudder. She hoped Jerry was pleased, damn him. He probably didn't even notice she was coming, anyhow, for now he was groaning loudly and hammering his dick into her with lightning speed. She could always tell when Jerry was coming. It was the only time he allowed himself to swear.
'Awwwwww, Jesus Christ, awwwww!' he bawled.
A second later Mona felt the first scalding blast of his jizz against her womb. The delicious flood of sizzling juice intensified her own climax, and she whined with ecstasy, knowing her sounds were drowned out by Jerry's lusty bellowing. He spurted load after load of steaming jism into her tugging cunt. The thick juice overflowed her bole and dribbled down the crack of her ass.
True to form, Jerry had no sooner squirted the last hot drop of his come into her than he rolled off and pulled up his pajama bottoms. In a few seconds he'd be snoring. They were a nice decent couple again, and all that wild loud fucking just hadn't happened. Jerry moved a decent distance from her, plumped up his pillow, and crashed.
'Good night, dear,' Mona said.
'Uh-huh,' he yawned.
As he rapidly fell asleep, Mona lay awake feeling restless and unsatisfied. She loved Jerry, but the time had come to admit that he was a lousy lay. Their sex life was boring and unsatisfying because he never did anything different, never let Mona participate. Silently she cursed his parents for raising him to be a complete prude.
What to do about it? That was the question. Mona felt she'd go crazy if she didn't get some decent fucking pretty soon. Jerry would have to change his ways, or – but she couldn't bring herself to think about leaving him, not just now. She only knew she was going to do some long hard thinking while he was away this week.
CHAPTER TWO
Mona awoke to find herself alone in bed. Jerry had gotten up at the crack of dawn to get started on his haul. Now she faced a whole week without sex, and just thinking about it made her achingly horny.
She didn't want to just ramble around the apartment feeling lonely and lusty, so she put on some old jeans and a jersey and got out her scrub bucket. She vowed to wash down the place from ceilings to floors, if only that would keep her mind off the burning need in her pussy. She'd been scrubbing away furiously for about an hour when the doorbell rang.
Peering through the peephole, Mona saw that her caller was Stan Meyers, their landlord. Stan always came around personally to collect the rent each month. He was a handsome man of about forty, lean and tan, with black hair graying at the temples. Mona had always liked him, and she opened the door and let him in with a smile.
'You've come to gouge more money out of us, I suppose,' she teased.
'That's right,' Stan joked. 'Either pay up, or I'll have you thrown out in the snow.'
'All right, Stan,' Mona laughed, 'just a second. Jerry left me some money in an envelope in the bedroom.' She went for the money and counted out enough for the rent.
'Jerry's not here?' Stan asked as she handed him the money.
'No,' Mona sighed, 'he's gone on another haul – a whole week this time. I'm just keeping as busy as I can, so I won't think about it.' She indicated her scrub bucket and sponge.
'Well, that's a helluva note,' Stan said soothingly. 'There ought to be more pleasant ways to occupy your mind.'
Mona could think of one right away – but unfortunately her husband and his tireless big cock were hundreds of miles away. 'This is the best I can think of,' she sighed.
Stan slipped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. 'Poor baby,' he said, 'a girl as beautiful as you shouldn't be all alone with her scrub bucket.'
Mona felt an unaccountable rush of lust as she leaned against Stan's tall hard body. She'd never been attracted to another man before, and at first she couldn't understand what had made her suddenly dizzy with horniness. Then she realized that for more than a year she'd felt sexually starved. Naturally she was going to be turned on to the first new man who touched her.
Stan must have felt something, too, because he didn't let go of her as fast as he should have. Both of them seemed paralyzed with indecision. Mona was a married woman. Stan and Jerry were good friends. But at the same time, Mona and Stan had always secretly been attracted to each other. Mona's thoughts became a blur, and she felt her hungry pussy swelling up and getting hot and wet.
'Oh, Jesus,' Stan said hoarsely, 'I just can't resist.'
He tilted Mona's chin up and kissed her on the mouth. Her lust flared up like a brush fire in the wind, making her weak-kneed and trembling. She melted against him and let him slide his hot wet tongue deep into her mouth. She and Jerry hadn't kissed in weeks, she realized, and Stan was a very exciting kisser. She felt sizzling pussy juice soaking the crotch of her panties.
Stan pulled her tighter against him, and her tender mound encountered a huge rock-hard bulge. Stan had an enormous hard-on for her! More scalding juice gushed from her starved cunt mouth and drenched her panty crotch. Mona struggled to regain her self-control, but all she could think about was Stan's prick, stiff and hard and ready for action.
'Oh, my God, Stan!' she gasped, pulling back. 'What are we doing? We have to think of Jerry.'
Stan's eyes were hot with lust, his face flushed. 'What Jerry doesn't know can't hurt him,' he said. 'And we want each other. Come on, Mona, admit it – you'd like me to fuck you.'
Mona blushed hotly. 'Oh, God, it's true,' she said miserably. 'I love Jerry, but things haven't been too great that way lately. I don't know what to do, Stan.'
He put his arms around her again. 'You have to look for other solutions,' he said. 'You won't know if you've found one till you try.'
'But Jerry…' she began.
'Forget Jerry,' Stan said.
That wasn't hard to do, because suddenly Stan was picking her up and carrying her to the couch. Mona felt
