She knew she was going to have to cream more than once before she was satisfied today.

Her eyes closed. She remembered her husband's head, buried in the maid's crotch as he hungrily sucked her off. Jealousy sparked her lust. Her hands moved faster, working towards the first creamy climax. Her fevered mind was as hot as her cunt, images and fantasies dancing wildly through her thoughts. She was trying to concentrate on remembering John and the maid, but images of the donkey's huge cock kept coming into her mind. It was unwholesome to think about animal pricks while she frigged off, she knew – but it was so fucking exciting!

A rippling wave shot through her belly. Gasping, she shoved all four fingers knuckle-deep up her cunt hole, twisting them around inside the soaking tunnel as she frigged her clit furiously with her other hand.

The peak hit her abruptly.

One instant she was hovering just before the crest and then she was there, her cunt erupted like a volcano.

Wave after wave lashed through her and spasm after spasm shook her loins as she clung to the peak, her coming prolonged. She felt as if her whole body was melting, her nerves sparking in a million separate climaxes, her bloodstream filled with cunt juice, her mind exploding.

She bowed down, then arched back, frigging steadily away, milking her cunt off ecstatically as the peaks rushed through her in chain reaction. Pussy nectar foamed in her crotch and streamed down her legs. Her clit detonated again and again, and each time that it did so it set off a creamy explosion in the depths of her fuck-hole.

A last wild spasm rattled her and Valerie gasped and slid back in the chair, smiling. Her hands continued to move, making sure she had worked off every pulsing thrill. Her excitement ebbed slightly. But as she continued to rub her pussy, her clit began to tighten again. With scarcely a pause, the oversexed woman was working herself back up towards a second coming.