Well, I hope you guys like this one as much as you did 'Aunt Raven'. I've worked on it just as hard and have high hopes for it.
I'm off to start what I hope to be a great new chapter to 'Aunt Raven', wish me luck.
Thank you for all the wonderful comments and emails.
L.A.Wicker.
She lay under her extremely, overweight husband hoping, praying that tonight would be her lucky night and Bill would last longer than his normal thirty seconds. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had an orgasm and it was slowly taking its toll on her. It just wasn't normal to go three years without being pleased by your husband.
He humped her like some whore he'd picked up. Not caring if he pleased her or not, it was always him and never anything for her. Never a soft kiss, never a warm hug, never, ever did he even bother to once touch or suck her very large and supple C cup breasts that she loved to have fondled.
It was nothing for her to explode into a mind blowing orgasm just having one of her tender nipples sucked. Before she met Bill, she lived to have a guy suck them and afterwards, they'd be rewarded with the best blowjob a man could ever dream of, but Bill just focused on himself and she was sick of it.
He grunted thrusting his small six inch dick in and out of her as fast as he could move, not caring anything about her or if she ever came. He needed to pull a nut as he thought about the new girl in the office. She was so young, alive and he loved flirting with her. Her tiny ass filled his mind as he used his wife's sloppy, old pussy, wishing all the time that it was the girl from the office under him.
She just lay there knowing that he'd be cuming and she'd be left with the same empty feelings as always. 'Why don't you touch me anymore?' she asked herself as his pace quickened. 'I love you to suck my tits and I'll do anything you want,' she thought again, knowing he'd never do that. He hadn't sucked them in so long and she missed it so much.
He grunted again and it was over, just as fast as it had started. He'd gotten his nut off and it wasn't his beautiful wife that did it. He climbed off her, not a thank you; kiss my ass or a single word. He walked to the bathroom to wash off and that was it.
She turned on her side as tears of more hurt than any woman had ever felt and she cried. Praying that he'd start loving her or she knew they were over. She couldn't live like this anymore. She was in her prime and she needed to be fucked by a skilled man and to orgasm around a nice, big cock.
'Fuck it!' she thought wiping her eyes. 'I'm finding me a guy and I'm going to fuck him to death!' she thought again as Bill sat on the bed smoking. 'Can I have one, please?' she asked sitting up next to him.
He just tossed her the pack, lighter, and didn't even look at her. For some reason it made him sick to look at her anymore. He could barely stand to fuck her, but he hated to jack himself off, so he used her old, sloppy pussy.
'I hate you,' she said to herself as she lit a cigarette and moved to her side of the bed, trying to think of a man that liked her. She needed someone that was kind, loving and would want her and not just to fuck. She thought and thought, but no one came to mind. 'I'll find somebody,' she said to herself with a smile, put out the cigarette and lay down to sleep.
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The next morning she sat at her dressing table brushing her long, black hair trying to think of a man she knew that would want her. She was still a great looking lady at thirty six. A few winkles here and there, but nothing that bad.
She opened her panty drawer and pulled out a tiny pair of sheer white ones. They always made her feel so innocent, but so sexy. She slowly pulled them up her slender hips, enjoying the feel of the delicate material gliding over her flesh, until they were covering her excited pussy. 'Oh God! Why in the hell do I wear these things?' she moaned, rubbing two fingers over her wet pussy, wishing a handsome man would come into her miserable life and end her loneliness. 'Someday soon,' she smiled pulling on her thin, silk robe, walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and a cigarette.
She sat dreaming of a loving, caring man to hold her in his arms while fucking her brains out. 'Why me?' she asked feeling juices pouring from her lonely pussy, wishing for a man to come and love her. She wanted to be held while a long, hard cock slid in and out of her tight pussy. She wanted her breasts sucked and in turn, she would return the favor by sucking his cock for as long as he wanted, with no complaints what so ever.
'Knock, knock!'
'Who in the heck is that?' she said drifting from her dreams. 'It's too early for this shit,' she added, figuring it was some salesman or some of those annoying church people that lived to harass people. She pulled her robe together and walked through the house to the front door. She looked out the peephole and smiled. 'I forgot about you coming over!' she swung open the door and smiled. 'Hi Pete, I forgot you were coming over to help me today,' she smiled looking over the tall and very handsome young boy.
Pete and her son were best friends until last year, but for some reason last year they stopped talking and she never knew why. Pete was tall, maybe six foot with brown hair to his shoulders and his big, brown eyes were just wonderful.