"Oh God!" Sheila said, feeling her knees finally buckling from under her. That last bit of information sent an explosion of mind-ripping contractions through her smoldering snatch. She reached out and grabbed the bedpost for support as she stared lustfully into Frank's glowing blue eyes.

Sheila couldn't hide her passion from him any more. She felt like a bitch dog in heat. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted to feel inch after hot meaty inch of stiff prick meat driving deeper and deeper into her heaving gut. It had been pricks that had gotten her into trouble and the divorce courts in the first place, and Sheila had tried to get off them the way a junkie tries to kick heroin. She had about the same kind of success. After a few months, she was readier than ever to get back into the habit.

"Something wrong?" Frank asked curiously as he walked over to her.

"I, uh, uh," Sheila stammered. She wanted him to fuck her right there, but didn't have the courage to come right out and tell him what she thought.

"Do you have a fever? Christ, your skin's about as hot as a stove," Frank said, pretending to be naive at first. Then Sheila looked closely and saw that he was grinning slyly at her.

"I've got a fever, all fight. But it's not the flu," she said huskily, surprised at her sudden forward attitude. It was her cunt speaking. Just like some people claim to be possessed by the devil and act completely different afterward, Sheila was possessed at times by her snatch. One part of her body occasionally took over every other part, making her act like one giant sex organ until her cunt was completely satisfied.

"Well, the old doctor here can fix that up," Frank said, running his hands slowly up her heaving belly to her huge tits. "You know, I may write porno, but don't, get the idea that I live in a paper world. I live that shit too," Frank almost moaned as he leaned forward and clamped his thick, sensuous lips tightly to Sheila's.