Sally and Michael
Despite making herself come with her fingers on Sunday morning, Sally was going mad with sexual arousal by the middle of the afternoon, and with no-one else available, she decided that her husband would have to satisfy her.
"Michael darling," she called from the bedroom as she stripped her clothes off, "I need you urgently."
As her husband walked in through the bedroom door she grabbed him and started pulling his clothes off him.
"C'mon baby, I need you now!"
Michael didn't need telling twice, he was naked in less than a minute and started to push his wife back onto the bed, but she turned him round and pushed him backwards.
"On your back baby, I want to ride you." Sally insisted.
Michael didn't mind what position they were in, he just wanted sex with his horny wife.
"You'd better use your tongue first, you know you don't last long baby." Sally instructed as she climbed up until her pussy was directly over her husband's face, then lowered herself slowly down onto his waiting mouth.
Although licking his wife's wet sex wasn't exactly what Michael had been hoping for, he reasoned that it was better to do it before he came inside her rather than afterwards, when his desire had gone, and she was full of his come.
"Oh yes baby, that's so nice." Sally cooed as she rocked up and down her husband's sticky face, using his nose to rub against her clit.
After only about three minutes Sally had her first orgasm.
"Mmmnnn...that was nice baby, but I need a lot more. Give me two more, then you can enter me. I'll ride my cowboy's cock until he squirts inside me, then I'll get back on your face until I'm totally satisfied!"
Michael was horrified by what he'd heard. He assumed that she would only come once on his face, and then he could fuck her and that would be the end of their session. He couldn't believe that she wanted two more orgasms, and only then could he fuck her, or, rather, be ridden by her, and after that she was planning to get back onto his face. The drug was making her a totally different woman. Demanding, and in control, and unbelievably horny, and while Michael was enjoying the extra sex, he was finding it hard to keep up with her demands.
Sally's second orgasm took a bit longer, about five minutes, and her third took nearly ten minutes, by which time her husband's tongue was aching, and his nose was blocked by her juices.
"Ok sweetness, time for your little dickie to get some action....oh dear, it's gone soft, don't you want me anymore?" Sally teased as she stroked her hand up and down her husband's tiny penis. He quickly became hard, but Sally kept stroking, hoping that it would get bigger, but after a couple of minutes she concluded that five inches was all she was going to get. After having two big cocks inside her the previous evening, she didn't think she would even feel her husband's tiny pecker.
Sally positioned herself over her husband's crotch and lowered herself onto his erection. It was just as she feared, she could hardly feel him, and she was sure that he wouldn't make her climax with it, but then she never had climaxed on his tiny cock.
Michael was thrilled to be inside his wife's pussy at last, but was then quickly horrified. She was riding up and down on him, but he could hardly feel anything. She seemed to be much bigger than he remembered, could the drug have done that? Was it because she had already had three orgasms?
Sally realised that there was a problem and decided she had to fix it, otherwise he would never come, and she was getting impatient, she wanted to get back onto his face. She reached down between her legs and grasped the base of his prick, and started pumping it.
"Oh that feels good baby."
"You can come my love, don't hold back, I can't wait to get back on your face, I'm still so horny." Sally told her husband.
This was the last thing that Michael wanted to hear, and he tried his hardest to hold back his orgasm, but the combination of his wife's skilful hand, pumping his cock, and the sight of her gorgeous breasts bouncing as she rode him were too much for him and he quickly felt his orgasm approaching.
"That's good baby, fill me with your come, I'm so fertile at the moment, we can make a baby."
Sally congratulated herself on her brilliant idea. She was actually at the least fertile part of her cycle, but she decided to tell her husband the opposite to the truth in future. She would only start to get fertile again in about a week, so, hopefully, she could fuck Tom like crazy when she was fertile, and only let her husband explode inside her during her 'safe' time.
"Is that it babe, are you all finished?"
"Yes, look, do I have to eat you out now? Aren't you satisfied?" Michael asked, hoping she would let him off.
"Yes you do baby, I'm nowhere near satisfied. I think in future I shouldn't make you come, you just have such a bad attitude afterwards." Sally threatened.
"Please don't say that baby." Michael pleaded.
"Well then, eat me out like a good boy, and don't gripe about it." Sally retorted as she lowered her come filled pussy onto his reluctant mouth.
She rode her husband's face to a further three orgasms before she felt satisfied enough to stop. By the end he had semen in his nose, in his mouth and all over his face, and it occurred to him that it was very unlikely that she would become pregnant, since none of his ejaculate was left inside her vagina.
"Mmmnn...that was so lovely darling...even though your prick is so small....you were still able to satisfy me." Sally complimented her husband on his oral skills.
"Small?" Michael asked, shocked that his wife would think his cock was small.
"Yes of course darling, you know your prick is small, don't you?"
"Well, I suppose it's only average." He suggested.
Sally decided not to humiliate her husband further, so she just let it go at that.
Michael, however, started to worry. Firstly, it occurred to him that if she was this horny on Sunday, when he was with her, what would happen from Monday to Friday, when they would both be at work. In addition, he started to worry that if she thought his cock was small, she might want to try a bigger one, or maybe more than one. He vowed to use his tongue on her pussy as often as he could to try to keep her faithful to him.
Sally had similar thoughts to her husband. She realised that she was going to have to get herself fixed up with several big cocked lovers to help her deal with this ridiculous sexual hunger, which was turning her into a nymphomaniac, and she was also going to have to insist that her husband lick her to several orgasms every evening.
At least both husband and wife were in agreement.
By the middle of Monday morning Sally knew that she had a problem. She was really horny. Not the sort of horny that she used to get occasionally, where she would smile to herself, and decide to give Michael a treat that evening. Usually those sort of feelings drifted away in the drudge of work, and she would forget all about Michael's treat.
The horny she was feeling on this Monday morning was nothing like how she used to feel in the past. This was a craving which had to be satisfied, and soon! But what could she do?
Out of sheer desperation, she went to the ladies toilets and quickly fingered herself to orgasm, which didn't help at all, if anything it made her even more horny. She knew that what she needed was a big hard cock to give her some really amazing orgasms, but where would she find such a cock, and, of course, the man attached to it, on a Monday morning at work?
Suddenly she remembered someone. A young lad who worked in the loading bay, he couldn't be more than nineteen or twenty, quite skinny, and scruffy, and certainly not someone she would have really bothered talking to in the past, let alone having sex with. The thing which swamped her brain on this occasion, however, were his lewd comments whenever she'd had to walk past him. He would always suggest that she go with him into the little, lockable, storeroom, so he could give her a good fucking, which, in his opinion, she really needed.
She may not have needed it on any previous occasion, but she certainly needed it on this particular day. She made an excuse about feeling sick, and headed for the loading bay. On her way to the bay, she had a moment of panic, 'what if she got pregnant by this moron?' Having done some quick calculations in her head, she concluded that she was fine for at least another couple of days.
Almost as soon as she entered the loading bay, she saw him, stacking some boxes onto a pallet, looking very fit and desirable, at least to her sex addled brain. He also saw her.
"Mornin' darlin', you realised you need a good fuckin' after all?" He opened with his best line.
"Yes, you're right, where shall we do it?" She replied.
He, of course, assumed she was joking, winding him up, but as she got nearer to him he knew that he had to at least try to fuck this gorgeous woman.
"In there, I can lock the door, so we won't be disturbed." He answered, pointing to what looked like a little wooden hut in the middle of the bay.
"Perfect, come on then, what are you waiting for?" She replied, anxious to get his cock inside her.
Sally walked purposefully towards the little hut, cautiously relieved that she might get some satisfaction, and also disgusted with herself that she was so depraved that she was intending to have sex with this filthy idiot.
Once inside the hut, the boy shut and bolted the door then dropped his trousers and grey underwear and started stroking his cock. Sally lifted her tight skirt and pulled down her tights and panties, vowing to herself that in future she would wear hold up stockings to make access easier. She sat on the little table, which rocked under her weight, and opened her legs wide.
Having got herself ready Sally had a chance to look at the boy, and, in particular his cock, which is when she got the shock of her life. He was huge! Both long and thick, and very hard.
"You're gonna get a real treat when I stuff this monster inside ya!" He exclaimed, grinning broadly.
"Christ! Yes! Come on then, fuck me you big fuck machine!"
He didn't waste any more time. He positioned his cock at her wet pussy, and pushed really hard.
"Oh fuck!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Fuck me as hard as you can!" She almost shouted.
Sally knew straight away that this was the best fuck she'd ever had. His cock was long, certainly nine inches, and it was fat. As a result she felt the fullest she'd ever felt. What's more, he was immensely fit, as a result of his physical job, and, most amazingly of all, he seemed to be able to just go on pumping in and out, in and out, in and out, for what seemed like an eternity. She lost count of the number of orgasms she had, and still he kept going.
Sally was in heaven, having the best sex she'd ever had in her entire life, with a moronic warehouse guy, who was half her age.
