The continuation of Donna's sex desire... Part 1 here www.sexstories.com/story/103354/
The continuation of Donna's sex desire... Part 1 here www.sexstories.com/story/103354/
She knew she ought to spare herself any more frustration and just quit looking, but somehow, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the naughty scene in the pool. It had been so long since she'd even looked at a cock. Donna couldn't resist the sight.
Obviously, Terry had practiced this routine. He was floating around effortlessly, his hot horny eyes focused on the sky as he furiously pumped his rock-hard teenage cock. Matt was almost as good as his brother, but once in a while, he had to paddle to keep afloat. Bernie was no good at it at all.
As with girls, poor Bernie had always tried to keep up with his older brothers in whatever they did, and the jack-off contest was no exception. The kid was valiantly beating away, but he wasn't so good at floating, and he kept getting water in his face and coughing. At last, he reached out with his free hand and grasped the gutter which at least kept him afloat while his fist pounded on his huge hardon.
Soon all three fists were working at lightning speed. As Donna watched, she felt her pussy swelling and flooding. She had a wild urge to stick her hand down inside her shorts and play with herself. She resisted it. It would be too embarrassing if one of the boys happened to glance into the house and see her.
Still, she couldn't ignore the blazing need in her pussy. It was more maddening than ever. She didn't think she could last another day without a man, yet where was she going to find one? And how could she take a lover without Carl finding out? He probably had a private investigator watching the house to catch her in the act, right now!
So, she stood there and ached with sexual longing, a longing she could do nothing to appease, staring at her three teenaged sons jack off. She couldn't believe she was watching three gorgeous young hard-ons being wasted, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Terry was the first to get off, winning the contest hands down. But his two brothers were only seconds behind him. Suddenly the pool seemed to have acquired fountains, as three streams of jism arched high in the air and splattered down into the water. The boys came and came, shooting their loads in every direction.
"Oh, my God!" Donna moaned, forcing herself to turn away.
She hurried to her bedroom, knowing she wouldn't be able to think straight till she'd masturbated. She wasn't proud of having to beat off so often, but it was the only thing saving her sanity these days. It was always so frustrating to walk into the master bedroom and see the king-size bed she'd shared with Carl for all these years, lying empty every night. They might not have had the perfect marriage. but they sure had had some terrific sex.
"Damn you, Carl," she moaned, "I hate your guts, but I wish you were here right now... with a hard-on."
It was true. She was furious with Carl for running out on her and the boys, furious that he'd run off with some girl young enough to be his daughter, but right now she would have spread her legs for him in a second. She would have begged him to cram his cock into her. She didn't have any pride left, she was so horny. She missed her asshole of a husband... he was the only man she'd ever fucked.
Carl had taken her cherry when she was still in high school. He'd gotten her pregnant with Matt, so they'd had to get married in a hurry. They'd fucked like sex-starved bunnies ever since, and Donna was used to it. She needed that regular good fucking, needed it desperately, although she hadn't been aware of her need till Carl suddenly left her.
Now she stripped hurriedly and carelessly, tossing her clothes in every direction. Naked, she headed for the bed, only to pause as she caught a glimpse of herself in the big dresser mirror. She changed directions, walking over to the mirror and inspecting herself at close range.
That was something she hadn't dared to do in three months. When Carl left her for that 'drop-dead gorgeous' young secretary of his, Donna was really humiliated. She figured that, in her thirties, she was too old to be attractive. But now she forced herself to study her naked body in the mirror, deliberately looking for flaws. There weren't any.
She saw a petite beautiful blonde, a pretty woman with a great body. She studied her full ripe tits and saw that they were as firm as ever. Her skin was smooth and creamy, her honey-blonde hair cascading thickly to her shoulders. She was a very lovely and desirable woman in every respect.
"So, Carl. you prick, what's wrong with this?" she said. "... Nothing. Nothing at all!"
Feeling much better about herself, Donna marched over to the bed and stretched out, already growling with lusty anticipation. She wasn't proud of jerking herself off, not exactly, but once she got started, she put her whole heart into it. It was the only sexual outlet she had, so she liked to do her best.
She began by cupping and fondling her big, firm tits, just the way Carl used to do when he was getting her turned on. She hoisted and molded her large breasts, massaging them till they began to swell with arousal, using her thumbs to tease her cone-shaped nipples into erect little buds.
"Mmmmm, yessss," she gurgled.
While she played with herself, she liked to pretend she was getting it on with some stranger. One thing she was looking forward to after the divorce was finally fucking somebody besides her husband. All her life she'd fucked only Carl, and despite the intense pleasure he'd always given her, Donna could hardly wait to find out what it was like with other guys.
The moment she was a free woman, she intended to find out, but for now, all she had was her fingers and her fantasies. She imagined some gorgeous young hunk coming on to her, fondling her naked tits and driving her crazy with need. She screamed furiously, soaking her probing fingers with her scalding pussy-cream.
Then she trailed her hands down her hot sleek little body till she was touching the soft golden fur of her cuntbush. She rubbed her palm over the hairy triangle, pressing down to stimulate her swollen pussy mound. Then very slowly, she slipped a hand between her legs, opening her thighs wider and wider as she did so. She touched the scorching wet flesh of her cunt and shivered with excitement.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yes, honey! Play with me down there," she moaned to her fantasy lover.
Of course, she knew just where to touch herself and what felt best. First, she explored her whole cunt slit, caressing the hot puffy flesh and shivering with enjoyment. Everywhere she touched herself, it felt nice, but some places were even more sensitive and receptive than others. The most sensitive place of all was her stiff, throbbing clit. She found the small hooded lump of flesh and began to stroke it with the tip of her index finger. Even the featheriest touch felt fantastically good on that super-sensitive little button. She whirled her fingertip around and around the stiff little shaft... creaming like crazy.
As if in a dream, Donna felt the molten liquid overflowing her cunt and trickling down into the hot, quivering crack of her ass and she whimpered helplessly. Images of her sons' long hard cocks flashed through her lust-crazed mind as she rubbed her slippery cuntslit frantically. She couldn't help herself.
She pictured them standing in front of her, jacking off as they'd done in the pool, only this time their hard young cocks were only inches from her face. Their smooth young hands were all over her... squeezing her big, sweaty tits and rubbing sensuously between her widely-parted legs.
"Unnnhhhhh, yesssss! Touch me! Rub Mommy's hot pussy!", moaned Donna, completely carried away by her incestuous fantasy.
Faster and faster, she worked her finger around the swelling shaft of her fuck button, bringing herself to a fever pitch of excitement. Soon she was panting, moaning, and clawing the bed with her free hand. She caught her wildly throbbing clit between her thumb and index finger and began to knead it.
"Ohhhhh, God, yessss," she groaned.
In her mind's eye, Matt was rubbing his cock over her face as he squeezed her left tit... Terry was jerking off over her belly as he fondled the right one, and Bernie... Bernie was rubbing her wet, hairy slit, sticking his young fingers deep into her boiling cunthole.
That steady firm penetration was ecstasy to the sex-starved young housewife. It gave her a steady buzz of pleasure that made her cream like mad. She closed her eyes tightly, shutting out every other sensation. Nothing existed for her at that moment but the marvelous sensations radiating from her cunt. Molten cream spurted and flooded from her overheated cunt.
"Make me come," she moaned to her imaginary lovers. "Oh, God, I need to come so bad."
Usually, Donna brought herself off by kneading her clit. It always worked fast, and it gave her good sharp orgasm. But today she craved a cock so badly. She ached to feel something big and hard in her cunt. Impulsively she released her clit and slid her middle finger into her steamy pussy, pretending it was Bernie's big, hard cock.
"Unnnnhhhh, yessss! Fuck me, baby... fuck meeee!" she gurgled.
It was the first time in three months that she'd had anything in her cunt, and it drove her wild. In her fantasy, she was being fucked by her youngest son's huge cock, then Bernie's face dissolved into Terry's and it was he who was fucking her. Finally, Matt's handsome features loomed into her blurred vision and it was her eldest son who was grinning down at her with that self-satisfied look of his, plowing her horny cunt with his massive cock, deeply and deliciously.
Donna began to piston her stiff fingers hard and fast into her cream-flooded cunt, jerking her hips in a hard fucking motion, just like she did with Carl when he fucked her, only in her lust-clouded brain it was her sons fucking her... First Matt, Terry... then Bernie, each boy taking turns slamming his big thick prick into her yearning cunt, trying to outdo the others.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she howled.
Some fuzzy part of her mind was thinking logically and hoped the boys were still in the pool because she knew she couldn't be quiet. She couldn't stop moaning and squealing as she worked herself quickly toward that urgently needed climax. She arched her body so she could dig her stiff fingers as deeply as possible into her molten fuck-hole, simulating the cocks in her fantasy as best she could.
Even as a violent orgasm began in the fiery depths of her cunt, and Donna imagined all three of her randy young sons fucking her at the same time, one in each hole, she knew she wasn't going to be satisfied. It was a body-wracking orgasm, flaming out to sear through every vein, making her buck and writhe all over the bed. Yet it wasn't enough. Her starved cunt could tell the difference between a slim finger and a thick hard cock. And the erotic, incestuous images of her handsome young sons only served to heighten her sexual frustration even further.
"Ohhhhhh, God, unnngghhhhh!" Donna sobbed.
It was better than nothing, but it wasn't the real thing. As she came down from her powerful orgasm, Donna knew that she just couldn't go any longer without a man. The fantasy concerning her sons was instantly buried in post-orgasmic bliss. Fantasies were just that... fantasies. What she thought about as she brought herself off wasn't real. It could never happen, but the stark truth remained... She'd go out of her mind if she didn't get fucked right away. That much was very clear to her.
But it was also very clear that she couldn't take a lover before her divorce was final. If she was to get the settlement she wanted, the house, and the college money for the boys, she simply couldn't afford to have a man in her life. And that left her in an impossible dilemma.