Wendy's Lament: Prolog
The comforter tore from her teeth as her body strained again. She'd
been biting it, fighting to muffle her cries of pleasure. Her breathing
was rough and she gasped like a diver surfacing. Her lungs pumped hard.
Her heart pumped hard.
Her hips and tight, grinding pussy pumped hard.
Short brown hair was plastered to her head in a combination of epic
bed-head and sweaty exertion. Hunched over her husband's legs, her
modest breasts dangled invitingly, her nipples and areolae engorged.
Her panting grunts and soft squeals were loud in her ears but she was
beyond caring now.
His hands felt powerful yet somehow loving grasping the globes of her
ass as she rode him frantically. His thumbs intruded into her ass crack
teasingly. Her pale, shapely back writhed as she sought to wring more
and more pleasure from their coupling.
Stacy was racing the clock. The alarm would go off at 7 and her husband
had work today.
Her eyes were closed in concentration. She'd already climaxed several
times but they had only served to elevate her lust. Now she was working
up to a good one, holding back and resisting release as long as
possible. as long as she could stand. She needed it to finally put out
the fire between her legs.
The alarm went off, the local classic rock station kicking into gear.
Crying now with the need for release, she reached for her clit, rubbing
the tiny little pea desperately. She shouted, unable to contain her
pleasure. The urgent tightening of her pussy caused Jared to snort and
buck beneath her.
The sheets were drenched as theirs often were. Jared had already filled
her cunt with his glorious essence once and her own secretions had
flowed like a river over and over again as she came. The sheen of their
fluids had spread as far as Jared's chest and down past his knees. It
collected thickly across his hairy balls and Stacy smeared her hand in
their leavings.
She brought the dripping hand to her mouth and sucked their juices
down. The salty tang tripped her over the edge. Her hand clawed out of
her mouth down her body as she slammed down onto her husband a final
time. Shaking and grinding and moaning all over her husband's beautiful
prick. "Please." she groaned, barely able to form the word. "Shoot.
Cum. CUM!" she said, straining to form each syllable.
Jared's clasping hands wrenched at her buttocks, twisting her back and
forth roughly. With each twist he gave a coughing, laughing grunt. One.
Two. Thrrreee. FOUR!
Already buried in his wife to the root, still Jared surged up against
her, muscles straining as his cock blasted her with his love once more.
Stacy was seeing stars. Each burning surge of semen across her womb
sent floods of syrupy pleasure to her brain. Muttering silently, she
said "thank you, thank you, thank you." over and over again as her
beloved erupted and her body shimmered with ecstasy.
The radio played on as she rolled off her man and collapsed to the bed.
A minute later, her heart still racing but breathing almost under
control she whispered "Your turn to make coffee. And don't forget my
mother's here so put something on!"
She was slightly amazed when her man was actually able to lever himself
out of bed. Thirty seconds later, she heard him start the shower. She
was asleep before he was done and later woke to find him at the bedroom
door, dressed and groomed with a piece of toast in his hand. "Gotta go,
honey. Your mom's set up in the kitchen; better get in there soon
before she starts organizing your pantry." With a grin, he was out the
door.
God, what a miserable, freakish night it had been. Stacy felt like she hadn't slept a wink. Only as dawn approached and she guiltily succumbed to her animal urges and vigorously screwed her husband for an hour had she finally collapsed, worries forgotten. Finally satisfied and at peace, primitive happy chemicals flooding her brain and blanking out thoughts about her mother, Stacy had slept soundly.
For about half an hour.
Now in the shower, she was a nervous wreck. Why the hell did she have to get randy yesterday? Her stupid body. It was fine for Jared to laugh and smile and talk about never knowing when she'd get horny but for her, living inside this confusing hormone factory, it sometimes made her feel like she was going mad.
Maybe it was Jared's puppy-dog eyes that morning. Stacy knew why he was getting mopey and fidgety. She'd even counted up the days that morning. Six. They hadn't made love in six days. With work and knowing her mother was about to come visit, Stacy had been focused on other things and just hadn't felt that nice old burn for a little while.
But realizing she'd been neglecting her husband a bit got her thinking about him and his smile and laugh and gorgeous cock.
By the time she got to the office, she was horny. No big deal. She'd coped many, many times before. Hell, looking forward to jumping Jared's bones the moment she got home usually made a day fly by and put a bounce in her step. And maybe a bit of a wiggle as well.
But she didn't get to go home that evening. She had to go straight from work to the airport to pick up her mom. Then to the restaurant to meet Jared. Then an evening at home, the three of them in the living room catching up all normal like. Except that both mother and husband kept giving her looks when she got bitchy about tiny little things.
She really wanted Jared's cock in her. She found herself running her fingers along the couch cushions, thinking about Jared bending her over the back and pounding her burning little.
It had been torture.
And the guest room Wendy her mother was staying in was right next to theirs. Stacy liked making noise when she got fucked. The freedom to climax loudly was one of the reasons she'd been eager to get their own house. It certainly wasn't because either of them liked yard work.
She couldn't bring herself to have sex with her mother in the next room. No matter how much she needed it. By that time Jared had realized what was bugging her. The horndog had thought it was hilarious. In the privacy of their bedroom, he was all over her, laughing and pinching her tits and suggesting that they let her mother watch.
Cheeky bastard.
But she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She refused to fuck with her mother in the house.
So Jared had fallen asleep, somehow, with a leer on his face and a woody under the covers. Stacy had had to shift herself to lay above the sheet so she wouldn't just roll into his arms and start fucking in her sleep.
Bringing herself off wouldn't work. it wasn't good enough and she'd still end up making noise.
Midnight came and went and still her body boiled with need. She counted sheep and invoices.
2am. Take a cold shower? No, if Jared woke up, she wouldn't be able to resist his advances again. Maybe fort up out in the living room? No damn it. she'd noticed that evening that the couch still smelled faintly of their sex; it would push her over the edge.
So she wrestled on with her inner daemon.
4am. She stood in the hallway and listened at the door to the guest room. She heard a faint movement or two and couple of heavy breaths. Was her mother asleep? Maybe Stacy could get by with a quick round with one of her toys.
No damn it, she'd been horny for too long; only a good screw from a hot, hard dick could hope to put out the fire.
As 6am approached, Stacy was kneeling beside their bed, staring at Jared in the dim glow of the alarm clock and the lights of the neighborhood filtering in through the curtains.
She could hear his gentle breathing. His slightly parted lips glistened. He smelled like soap and Italian food and Man with a capital mmmmm.
She gently laid a hand on his chest, feeling his heart slowly beating. She closed her eyes and took in his scent deeper. Oh god. Her other hand toyed with her nipple. The gentlest touch of her finger tips on the swollen pearl felt like pure sin. Stacy continued to breathe deeply. Her entire body felt hot like she'd overexerted herself. She could feel the heat radiating from her flushed skin.
No part of her desperate body was hotter than between her legs. She didn't need to feel her mons to know she was slick and swollen and ready. So ready. Past ready. Demanding and eager and not to be denied.
Irresistible.
She stood, sweeping the covers off the bed. Before Jared stirred, she pressed a hand across his mouth and lithely mounted her man.
His eyes opened in bleary surprise, a pointless question muffled beneath Stacy's tense muzzle. She was dimly silhouetted above him. tall seeming and feminine and slightly mad. He groaned as her dripping beaver slid against his sleeping manhood and ground against his groin.
She stared down at him, her need communicated without words. In thirty seconds he was as hard as her ardor. With practiced ease she hitched her hips, captured the swollen crown of that glorious cock and took him right to the balls.
Then the Lancasters fucked.
And eventually Jared left for work. Wendy was down in the kitchen and Stacy was here in the shower, dreading the day of "mother daughter time" ahead. What would Wendy have to say to her shameless, randy daughter?