Winston McElroy: The honeymoon couple

Frank was in a trance of sexual rapture, lost in a cloud of pleasurable sex sensations, and he was moaning almost constantly now, as Jim Harding's lovely, black-haired wife sucked his vibrating cock with increasing speed and tight-lipped pressure, her tongue now swishing teasingly around the lust-inflated head on every up-stroke.

Her face working over him, he noticed, seemed to be changed. Her eyes were closed and there was a certain sereneness there in the smooth whiteness of her face, untroubled, unlined, as though she were really enjoying what she was doing, as her head moved salaciously, urging him ever closer to that explosive moment of his orgasm. Little gasps of air moved in and out of her flared nostrils in tempo with her bobbing head, the glistening shaft of his cock now plunging in and out of her mouth with desperate demand as he thrust his hips insanely up at her.

God! He was going to cum… soon and quick! Dropping back onto the bed, he reached out to her head with both hands. He entwined his fingers in the shiny black strands of her hair and guided her mouth up and down his constricted rod of male-flesh, lunging his hips up at her ever more forcefully, fucking his desire knotted penis deep into her working mouth and throat. Placidly, she accepted his lewd guidance, sucking still harder, her full red lips tightening and relaxing with rhythmic regularity, increasing the almost unbearably intense sensations gathering and concentrating there in the lust-bloated head of his penis. Inside her mouth her tongue rotated swiftly, whirling around and around and making his aching cock-head feel as though it were the eye of a miniature storm. He was there in its vortex as a maelstrom of erotic sensation swept around him. He could feel the pounding blood in the desire-engorged shaft… feel it growing larger every moment, expanding tormentingly on each stroke as he hung there on the brink of his explosive climax.

"Goddamn!" he breathed. The sweet agony of it was building unbearably, his swelling testicles demanding that his load of sperm be jettisoned, now! Then, he was groaning aloud, his mouth working almost incoherently, as he mouthed, "Oh, Christ! Oh, that's good… Charlotte! A little more! Just a little bit more… and I'm going… to cum!"

Frantically, he guided her head up and down his agonized cock. Strangling noises came in place of words. His breathing was raspy and coming faster in and out of his tortured lungs. He was going to cum, now! Now! Goddamn it! NOW!

With furious strength, Frank rammed his cock up into her mouth, feeling the full turgid length of it go all the way to the hilt as his pubic hair smacked tight up against the tip of her nose, mashing it against the hardness of his belly… and she had all of him that she could possibly absorb in her mouth and down her throat. Son-of-a-bitch! It felt good! He slammed his hips up harder at her, fucking into her mouth, as he relieved the frustrations of the last few years of his marriage to Cheryl, and everything was there in the exploding head of his cock… everything that Cheryl was not to him. Never in their seven years of marriage had she consented to use her mouth on him. God knows he had tried to get her to do it. He had even begged her, pleaded with her to give him that satisfaction, at least!

And suddenly he was there. Cumming like a volcanic eruption as spasmodic jets of his hot white semen, thick and copious, pumped through the wildly expanding length of his cock to spray from the slitted head deep into the honeyed moisture of her sucking mouth.

"Now! Damn it!" he grunted. "I'm cumming! Now!"

His hands on her head pulled her roughly down on his spending penis, while his hips thrust convulsively up at her. He held her head in a vise-like grip, immobilizing it, as he shot his cum deep into her straining oral cavern. He felt her throat spasm with her swallowing movements, and she was still sucking him, greedily drinking in his viscid sex liquid as her mouth worked to get every last drop of it.

Suddenly all of his tenseness flooded from him, and his grip on her head relaxed, his hands moving down to her cheeks to fondle and caress her there for a moment before falling on down to her shoulders. Never had he felt such satisfaction, especially since Charlotte was still gently nibbling and sucking on his spasmodically lurching penis. "AAAaaaaaaagh!" he sighed, feeling completely drained.

Gradually, his satisfied cock began to soften in her mouth, and Charlotte with a final lick and a contented sigh, lifted her head and allowed the flaccid length of his penis to pull from between her lips, glistening moistly with his cum.

Her gray-green eyes looked up at him warmly. She smiled and said, "Now, that takes care of your little problem… for a while!"

Rising to her feet, she slithered up over him, to lie on top of his supine body and offered him her lips. His arms went around her, crushing her nakedly voluptuous body tight to him, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, where he tasted the tangy essence of his climax still remaining there. Long and deeply they kissed, mouths melding together as tongues jousted in a longing communication of mutual desire. After long moments, Jim Harding's wife pulled her mouth away from his and asked, "Did you like it, Frank?"

"You know I did!" he affirmed. "Christ! I felt like everything was squeezing out of me… right through my cock!"

"I'm glad of that!" she smiled. "You acted like you'd never had your cock sucked before…"

"Do you want the truth, Charlotte?"

"Yes. I'm kind of curious!"

"Cheryl won't do it to me! She's always refused!"

"No other women…?"

"No… not until now!"

Her silvery, throaty laugh tinkled in the room, as she rolled from on top of him and snuggled against his side in the crook of his arm.

"Poor baby…" she commiserated, "you've been missing out on a lot of the fun!"

"Yeah, I know!"

"But in a little while, after you've rested up a bit, the fun'll really begin, because then we're going to have some real fucking!"

"I'll take care of you, right!" he promised.

"Oh, I know you will, now!" Charlotte smiled. "You should be able to last long enough to bring me two or three times, at least… shouldn't you?"

"I'll sure as hell try!"

"Why don't you get the rest of your clothes off, now, Frank… and we'll crawl under the covers and snuggle together…"

"Okay… but just until I get it up, again!"

"And, while we're snuggling, you can tell me all the ways you want to fuck me… Okay?" she suggested lewdly.

Reining his horse to the left and urging it into an easy trot, newlywed Gene Barber rode up alongside his young wife Nancy and growled, complainingly, "I've just about had it! We've been riding for hours tracking those damned elk, and my tail is beaten to a pulp!"

"Well… if you kept yourself in shape, it wouldn't bother you!" Nancy said it flatly.

"We should've turned back when it started snowing! I can't seem to get it through that damned Indian's head that it's no life or death matter!" Gene grated. "Personally, I don't give a damn one way or the other whether I get to shoot an elk or not!"

"This is what we came up here for… isn't it?"

"No, darling, we came up here so that we could talk… about us… remember?" he shot back. "But, so far we haven't gotten to first base!"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Well… for starters, I think we should talk about our almost non-existent sex life after only a year of marriage… or rather my non-existent sex life!"

"What's that supposed to mean, darling?"

"Where the hell were you for over an hour last night?"

"That's none of your business!" She reached up with a gloved hand to brush flakes of soft snow from her face.