Wife and the Old Man

Every once in a while, a name or a surname fits a person so damn well it feels like it was written in the genes.

Laura Wilde was definitely one of them.

Like her family line had been breeding for generations just waiting for a woman rotten and insatiable enough to finally do the name justice.

At thirty-one, Laura Wilde stood 1.68 metres tall, with a face so beautiful that she could classify as a model and a body built to ruin men.

Her skin had the soft, permanent flush of someone who spent her days half-undressed, and her hips carried the lush, full weight of a woman who knew precisely how to use them.

She was married; had been for the last five years, but since she felt like she wasn't ready to be a mother, the couple were cautious about any accidents; using condoms almost everytime, saving raw for safe nights.

Her husband was keen on having a child but she didn't want them for now.

Not that she hated kids,

Mostly because she loved sex.

Loved it so much that she was addicted to it.

She wanted to get fucked every single minute of the day.

And if she got a child, it would be inconvenient, so better not have one.

Back in her college years, she was the ultimate campus legend--the kind of girl every guy wanted a piece of and every girl envied.

Sex was a 24/7 sport.

If a guy was lucky enough, he got to taste the warm mouth and tight, greedy throat of the school's most notorious slut.

If he was sturdy enough to keep up with her relentless pace, he got the ultimate prize: a chance to thoroughly ravage the knockout every man on campus dreamed of.

And, if she ever caught a well-hung guy, the moment she laid eyes on a delicious piece of meat, she'd lick her lips and practically drop to spread her cunt right then and there.

That non-stop train didn't slow down through her twenties, either.

She rode the whole decade hard.

Eventually, though, she actually settled down.

She got a job at a local high school with a decent salary, met a guy she was genuinely drawn to and tied the knot.

But some things are just hardwired.

Like an insatiable, bottomless lust.

Nobody goes straight from being an absolute whore to playing the dutiful, quiet housewife.

It just doesn't happen.

Sure, her husband gave it a solid effort.

With his thick cock, he kept her satisfied for a while, filling her up and trying his best to match her pace, however, he wasn't an inexhaustible machine. He had limits; the woman in her didn't.

After a while, his best just wasn't cutting it anymore.

She tried to hold back, grit her teeth, and endure the dry spells, but eventually, the itch got too loud to ignore.

She needed what she was missing.

She needed enough.

And that's when things really started getting messy.

With a body built for absolute ruin, where every curve, arch, and parting of her thighs felt like an invitation to total addiction, even if she didn't look, most would come... and now she was actually looking.

One noon Laura was preparing lessons in the office as usual when the door suddenly opened.

She looked up and saw the vice principal.

He was a man in his fifties who looked like a gentleman, but she knew he was up to no good because she had heard that the vice principal was an old pervert.

Although no one had ever filed official charges against him, she had heard enough whispers to know that the bastard had harassed plenty of female teachers and staff members over the years.

​And today, it looked like it was her turn.

Looking at his grinning face, it was just as expected.

Yet Laura felt a surge of excitement in her heart.

After all, it's been a while since she had been fucked good.

While her nights were completely booked, the empty school afternoons and lonely office hours always left her pussy aching with a familiar, needy throb.

While he stood there salivating over the thought of plowing a young married teacher, her mind was racing just as fast.

Although she had seen girls fuck old man in videos before, like there was a whole website filled with them... she had never tried an old man's cock before.

A shiver of pure curiosity mixed with lust went straight down her spine as she wondered what an older, seasoned shaft would feel like stretching her out.

​God... she genuinely couldn't survive a single minute without a heavy cock filling her up.

​The vice principal stepped closer, flashing a greasy smile as he murmured, "Laura, I need to discuss the mid-term exam questions with you."

​In her early thirties, Laura was at the absolute peak of her sexual prime--radiating a ripe, irresistible allure.

​Not only did she possess a gorgeous, striking face, but her body was an absolute wet dream.

The light blue, semi-transparent dress she wore clung to every curve, making her look agonizingly sexy.

The old man was practically drooling at the second sight of her her.

​Hearing his transparent excuse and watching his predatory gaze roam over her as if he wanted to rip her clothes off and pound her right there on the desk, Laura didn't shrink away. Instead, she flashed a slow, deeply seductive smile and purred back,

"Oh? Vice Principal... just how do you want to discuss it?"

As she spoke, her gaze involuntarily dropped lower--and her eyes widened in genuine disbelief.

​Holy shit.

​Driven mad by raw horniness and desperate need, his trousers were straining violently at the crotch.

A massive, thick ridge pressed outward against the fabric, bulging so heavily it looked like a loaded weapon ready to rip through the seams.

Even without him spelling it out, that monstrous package pressed against his pants made his exact intentions crystal clear.

And...

​My god... just how packed was he down there under those slacks?

Even though she hadn't seen it bare yet, the sheer, staggering size of that thick bulge left her momentarily speechless, her breath catching in her throat.

​Her throat went bone dry, letting out a sharp, audible swallow in the quiet office, something he heard clearly.

She knew he heard it clearly because she watched that massive bulge twitch and swell even further against the tight fabric.

​"Yeah... I want to discuss it so damn hard."

His voice sounded so hoarse that he knew he was desperately suppressing something. She was too.

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So the two of them moved over to the sofa.

The moment she sank onto the cushions, the old man completely lost whatever remaining control he had.

He hauled her back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her with rough possession as his hands roamed wildly up and down her curves, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all over her neck and jaw.

Her face flushed with a heavy, intoxicating blend of faux shyness and blatant lust, her eyes half-closed and swimming with desire as her breath came out in warm, shuddering sighs.

"Ah! Vice Principal... we're supposed to be discussing the exam..."

"Ah... what are you even doing...?"

"Oh... ah... Vice Principal... you're so bad... you're making me all itchy inside..."

It took barely thirty seconds of his heavy hands and wet lips, and she went from a reluctant teacher to offering half-hearted, breathy protests, before completely melting into the touch and letting out soft, needy moans of surrender.

Stirred by the sweet sound of her turning compliant under his hands, the old man shifted his grip.

One large palm locked hard around her slender waist to pin her in place, while the other slid straight down the front, hooking into the neckline of her dress.

He grabbed a heavy, fat tit in his fist, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh roughly as he rasped right into her ear, "Baby... does the vice principal need to help relieve that itch for his favorite teacher?"

Without waiting for an answer, his mouth crashed onto hers in a lewd, sloppy, deeply French kiss.

His tongue pushed past her lips to duel aggressively with hers, tasting of old coffee and a raw, masculine musk that made her head spin.

Laura was kissed so hard and so deeply that her whole body turned instantly to jelly.

As he worked her mouth over, her heavy tits jiggled and bounced against his groping hand.

She leaned into the kiss, pressing her chest harder against him, and whispered breathily against his ear,

"Ah! Stop touching... it's so itchy down there, I can't even stand it..."

He completely ignored her helpless gasps.

While one hand kept punishing and kneading her breast, his other hand dropped unceremoniously between her thighs.

He shoved the fabric of her skirt up out of the way, dipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties, and pressed directly against her plump pussy.

The heavy, soft bush of her mound was already slick with anticipation.

He stroked through her warm pubic hair for a second before sliding his fingers lower.

The entrance of her cunt was a swamp of thick, dripping juices.

His eyes locked onto the soaking pink folds with predatory hunger, and he pinched and rolled her sensitive clit between his fingers, coaxing even more wetness from her aching slit.

Under his relentless, expert assault, her lips trembled and her entire body flared up with a feverish, burning heat.

Panting wildly, she threw her head back and whined, "Oh, Darling Vice Principal! Stop teasing me... my slutty cunt is driving me crazy, it's so damn itchy... I need your big cock to fuck me right now..."

At the exact same moment, her hands dropped down between his thighs.

Her fingers flew to the zipper of his trousers, hauling it down with a sharp rasp.

Slipping her palm straight inside his open fly, she hooked her fingers into the band of his boxers, pulled the underwear down out of the way and dragged his rock-hard shaft out into the open air.

Laura wrapped her trembling hand around his thick, heavy shaft, marveling at how iron-hard and burning hot it felt against her palm.

For a man in his mid-fifties, his cock was nothing short of an absolute monster; thick-veined, heavy, and shockingly pristine, pulsing with a fierce, primal life of its own.

No wonder the rumors were true.

No wonder he had harassed so many women over the years.

With that thick, violent tool raging inside his pants day and night, it needed an outlet, a living hole to vent its constant, burning fury.

And right now, her hot, slutty, soaking-wet cunt was the ultimate release for all that pent-up lust.

Without a second thought, she guided the thick, throbbing head right to the soaked, aching lips of her pussy, pressing it firmly against her dripping entrance before gasping, "Please... shove it in, Vice Principal... fill me up right now..."

The man looked at the slutty scene with greedy, bloodshot eyes and then drove forward in one merciless, unceremonious shove, burying his entire length deep inside her dripping, welcoming cunt in a single brutal stroke.

"Ah... Ahhh!" Laura shrieked, her back arching violently as the sheer size of him stretched her wider than she could have ever imagined.

Inside her, her walls instantly spasmed and clenched around the thick shaft, milking every sensitive nerve ending with electric precision.

She had never expected an older man to feel this incredible, this overwhelmingly massive.

"Oh... Vice Principal! I'm being fucked to death by you... It feels so damn good... Oh... So good... ah... thrust harder! Ah... Oh... So good... Ah... It feels so fucking deep... Oh... The Vice Principal's big meat pole is literally fucking my slutty cunt to pieces... Ah..."

Laura whined and moaned at the top of her lungs, shamelessly playing the part of a hungry whore, swinging her heavy, plump ass backward, swallowing every inch of his hard cock and inviting him deeper into her honeyed depths.

"Ah... Vice Principal... Ah... So good... Mmm... I'm cumming... I'm going to cum for my dear Principal... Ah... It's coming... Ah... Ahhh... Cumming... I'm cumming..."

Under the vice principal's sudden, savage pumping, the tender, swollen flesh inside Laura's cunt contracted in violent, rolling spasms, gripping his thick meat so tightly it nearly made him blow his load on the spot.

Groaning in sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, he locked his heavy hands onto her narrow waist, anchoring her against him as he jackhammered into her with all his raw, animal strength, dead-set on plowing this willing slut straight into oblivion.

He had been salivating over this gorgeous, seductive teacher for weeks.

Not only him, perhaps every man in the department secretly wanted to throw this bitch down and pound her brains out.

So, seeing her alone today, he felt like it was the chance.

Since there were no scandals around her, he thought she was a woman loyal to her husband.

To be honest, he thought it would be difficult.

He thought she'd put up a token resistance, force him to use his position, make him threaten her or lean on her career just to get a taste of that sexy body.

He never, in a million years, expected her to roll over instantly, parting her legs and welcoming him like she had been starving for his meat all year.

No... this filthy slut wasn't hiding from him at all.

She was just sitting here, soaked and waiting for someone to finally ravage her.

Damn it.

Goddamn it.

Since you want to get fucked so much... then I'll fulfill your desires.

'I'll fuck you until your brain melts, pound this slutty cunt so deep and so hard that you forget your own name, forget your husband, and remember only whose meat is owning your insides right now!'

A dark, feral grin stretched across his face as he hauled back and slammed into her harder, his balls slapping wetly against her thighs with every deafening rhythm.

"Fucking slut," He snarled, his grip on her waist tightening until his fingers dug deep into her soft flesh. "I'm going to fuck this slutty cunt until your brain turns to mush and you can't even remember what day it is."

"Yes! Fuck me! Oh god, yes!" Laura shrieked, her nails digging deep into the leather of the sofa as he slammed into her with savage, unrelenting fury. "I'm such a dirty bitch! I've never been fucked by an older man before... ah... I never, ever thought it could feel this good!"

She threw her head back, her voice dripping with shameless ecstasy as she rode his heavy strokes. "Ah... Vice Principal! No wonder you've harassed so many female teachers... ah... yet not a single one ever reported you! With a monster cock like this, who would ever want to leave it? Ah... they were all addicted to you, weren't they? They couldn't bear to part with this meat!"

"Damn right, you filthy bitch! I've broken in plenty of women over the years, but none of them are at your level. You're the sluttiest, dirtiest, most insatiable piece of meat I've ever had my hands on!"

He had taken his fair share of women over the years, but none of them compared to this.

Laura was on an entirely different level--her striking, gorgeous face, her heavy, soft, massive tits begging to be squeezed, her thick, perfect ass molded for a man to grab, and a body that practically radiated pure, unfiltered sex.

And that sopping, greedy pussy... fuck.

He had never in his life felt a hole like this. It didn't just take his cock; it felt alive, a writhing, greedy piece of flesh that actively squeezed, sucked, and coaxed his shaft deeper with every single twitch, milking him dry from the inside out.

"Ah... Vice Principal... I've been fucked plenty of times in my life, but none of them... none of them ever managed to fuck me this good!" Laura cried out, her voice breaking into hysterical, whoring moans as she bounced her hips to meet every savage thrust. "You've got such a thick, heavy cock... ah... you're still moving like an animal at your age! Even men half your age don't have this kind of stamina... ah... you're the absolute best!"

"Damn it, you love it, don't you?"

The old man roared, his vision swimming with lust as he buried himself to the absolute hilt, his heavy balls slapping rhythmically against her soaked folds, fucking her wild.

As he pounded her into the cushions, his mind raced with sheer disbelief at how incredible she was.

Out of all the women he had fucked, she had the finest body, the most magnificent tits, and a cunt that was simultaneously the tightest, creamiest, softest, and sluttiest he had ever tasted.

There was no fucking way in hell he was ever letting this go after just one time.

"Listen to me, slut!" he barked into her ear, his breath hot and ragged as he gripped her jaw and forced her to look at him. "I'm going to fuck you every single day from now on!

Right here in this staff room, up in hotel rooms, anywhere I want with your filthy, used body. Your useless husband probably can't even satisfy you anyway--why let you look for anyone else when I can keep this slutty hole completely satisfied?"

"Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me every single day!" Laura shrieked, tears of sheer pleasure streaming down her face as her sanity completely fractured under the weight of his massive tool. "Ah... Vice Principal! Your cock is so good... so fucking good! I want to get wrecked like this every single day! I couldn't ask for anything more! My husband is utterly useless... oh, he can't even fuck me a tenth as good as you! You fuck me a hundred times better! Please, keep fucking me like this every single day! Fill my cunt with your thick cock, old principal... mmm... I'm cumming... I'm cumming again!"

A gush of hot, syrupy cream surged straight from the depths of her womb, completely bathing his throbbing glans in a warm flood of female nectar that sent electric waves of agonizing pleasure straight to his spine.

Concentrating every ounce of his remaining stamina into his heavy shaft, the man slammed forward in a desperate, frenzied rhythm, roaring, "Take it all, you little slut... grind that fat ass harder... I'm about to dump my load inside you..."

Laura instantly obeyed his command, bucking her ass upward, clamping her slick, exhausted cunt walls and cervix into a vice-grip around his thick shaft, milking every last drop of friction from his cock head.

"Ah!... I'm cumming again...!"

After more than an hour of relentless pounding, of riding wave after wave of shuddering, body-shattering climaxes, the two finally collapsed against each other.

They hugged with fierce desperation, their sweat-drenched bodies trembling uncontrollably as they sucked in lungfuls of heavy air.

It was well past the time for her class, but Laura was entirely paralyzed, her legs shaking too violently to even stand.

In the end, under the vice principal's call, saying that she was busy with some documents, a substitute teacher took her place.

Meanwhile, the pair lay entangled in each other's arms, letting their lingering body heat stoke the flames until that wicked, insatiable lust began flaring up all over again.

And just like that, the office sofa started rocking wildly once more.

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From that afternoon onward, the vicious, depraved affair between Laura and the vice principal started.

Whenever a quiet hour opened up, she would sneak into his office like a certified sex-addict, locking the door and immediately dropping to her knees or bending over his desk, letting herself get utterly ravaged until both of her soaked holes were flooded and overflowing with his heavy, potent seed.

On the weekends and late weekdays, they escalated their secret game, booking high-end hotels across the city to fuck through the entire night.

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Under the continuous creampie,

Laura soon became pregnant, breaking the news to the men.

The first man was overjoyed; the second was even more ecstatic.

As for who the real father was, she didn't tell a single soul.

After all, it's good when life is full of surprises, no?

So, they all thought the child inside her belly was theirs, thus treating her with even more care, fucking and filling her everyday.

As for why it's all, not both.

Heh!