Norman Singer - The Hungry Husband

He saw her squeeze something from a tube and dab it between her back-cheeks, and he felt a little better about the whole heady operation… as she let the tube drop to the floor, then dipped and swung her body in his direction once more, David wetting the palm of his hand and running it up and down his still-hard and ready phallus… thinking: I'm her prisoner but she's gonna sit on my cock… ooh wild wild jailer, don't never wanna leave your lockup!

Hazel neared the bed now, her hips swaying suggestively, and then, with a quick backward look at her long thick destination, she zeroed in on him… lifting her lithe white bottom high above him, and then, like a ballerina being photographed in slow-motion, she carefully lowered her buttocks until his coveted rod tapped exactly between them. She reached a hand around to clutch and aim the throbbing instrument, and David let out a wail of awe and suspense as he felt the head of his cock dab against the soft puckered furnace of her asshole. The girl heaved out a grunting sigh as she sank fully down on his searing protrusion… slotting it deeply up the adhesive warmth of her channel.

"Ahhhhhhh! That's the ticket, fat-hung blond-boy… slice it all up in me… oooooh! Tear it and dig it and rip me in two!"

"Aw honey!.. God, how that feels!" David cried out, panting and squirming as that velvet swarm of heat and girl-guts gripped and surrounded his cock. "Christ, baby… it's so tight and oozy!.. Man, it's squeezing and juicin' me up into you…" And he knew that the euphoric idiotic joy he felt was too unbearable to endure for more than a moment… uumgf!.. Couldn't hold back any more now the way she was flying that sweet rump up and down on it… aw no!.. Not after such a mouth on it, and now this pearly-white humpin' ass of a tall showy glamour-gal… ooh Jesus, look at her sittin' on me and makin' herself at home and floppin' up and down… her body going so frantic and violent, as if there were no pain for her, and hell… there must be… 'cause all of it's grinding up in there, every inch bangin' away at her bowels, unn… right up her secrets… and damn, look at those pretty red-blonde curls bobbin' against her shoulders while she jumps for joy and gash and ooh man, if only he could raise up and reach her body and pull her back onto him so he could play with those perfect tits of hers!

Then David gaped as he dimly saw that she was playing with herself in front while he fucked her up the rear, and the mere idea got him so fretful and hot, he knew he'd have to pop in another second. 'Cause look at those long ladyfingers working and jabbing away at her crotch… damn!.. If only he was enough of a contortionist to reach around and do that for her… jammin' up one hole and masturbating another… unnn boy, what a double-scoop of female jazz that would be!.. and David thought about it, thought hard… and knew he'd have to come now… ooh! No more savin' that thick poppin' load… heavy rich juices ready to gush up and out and in her… "Oh honey… you are riding the hell out of that tiger… aw honey… tiger up your tail, baby… oooh!.. up you pretty girl!" He reached up and clutched the sweet bouncing ass of her, pounding and sludging his member in as deep as it would go, loving the frenzied joyous sounds of her… and then… (aw Jesus, it's gonna hurt, there's so much!) David sighed and licked his lips and heaved out the final breathless gasps for it. "Here we are, baby… it's doin' it! Aw milk me up that tight hot ass of yours… squeeze it… and get it… and ooohhahh!.. now… here!" And he felt the quick rushing-out as he emptied himself in her… spurted and groaned and fell back on the bed, wanting to say a special prayer to what he was feeling in this blinding white moment of purest joy… ooh, the drowning anguish of the hot-tongued intestines inside her body that had clenched and sapped him…

He heard a low throaty growling sound from her lips as now Hazel seemed to be joining him at the front, wailing out the warning-signals of her own climax. "OoohmyGod, you big-hung piece of hot-guy trade, I'm comin' too! Feel me, honey… come on, Goddammit, reach up and feel your darlin' girl pop her G-string!"

Dreamily, David saw her toss a flimsy white garment off the foot of the bed onto the floor-the G-String in question, he thought, as he felt her rectal muscles still pulling at his flowing residue… Hazel flinging her body backwards until she lay flat on top of him, his rod pulsing and spraying out its last traces inside of her… unn!.. the endless hot jets of it! Then, as David still gasped and moaned from the foaming feel of loss and exultance, he let her take his hands in hers and guide them about her waist… then down over her naked abdomen. "Oooh, feel me come now, big blond bully-boy… and grope my fuckin' fountain!" David sighed and quivered from his own thudding shock-waves and grazed his fingers down through her furry public ringlets… (ooh Lady-muff!)… fingers trailing and making love and then… lower…

And struck a jutting impasse, his blood turning to ice in his veins… for his fingers now tapped a hard creaming cock every bit as large as his own.

The shock was something galvanizing. His whole body froze. He couldn't move or speak, but could only clutch this suspended moment in muted horror. Hazel let out a wild, hilarious shriek and forced both his hands around this surprise member of their wedding, making him jag the instrument up and down until its flowing rivers ceased…

"And that ain't no Dildo, sonny-boy!" Hazel roared, her voice lower now, a man's… "it's ME! And sweetie, my balls are fat too-want another hot kiss while I tell you about it?"

Now David felt the revulsion begin as he fully realized what a monstrous prank this person had played on him, how outrageously he'd been used… taken in, the total impact and its dread significance careening and taking hold inside of him. And then… oh God, how he cringed and howled… a savage, throat-tearing sound, as if to refute that thick throbbing evidence he had touched. He slid his body back and away from this jeering, masquerading flesh that had so rampantly usurped his passions, rocking back and forth and groaning aloud as newer waves of this horrendous reality revealed more and more of this whole night's truth… aw Jesus God!.. it's a boy… a tall willowy boy… with a prick and big balls and big mouth… and oh Christ, how I was kissing that mouth… like I wanted to die with those lips on mine…!

Hazel-or whoever he was-shot up off the bed and turned on the glaring overhead lights. A tall lanky flat-chested boy, who now yanked the honey-blonde wig off his head and tossed it between David's legs, where it scratched his semi-hard cock… and he muttered to think where that member had been only seconds ago… slamming up those sweet-girl haunches that had been mocking him with every bounce.

"Call me 'Harry,' honey!" said the laughing voice, many octaves lower now. Then she-he romped about the room retrieving some of the telltale garments. Padded foam-rubber falsies that looked and felt exactly like the real thing. And the G-String turned out to be a specially-designed truss-support. "I tape my prick flat up against my tummy," he explained, "and strip my nuts down the other way. Then I put on this supporter and wear a tight girdle over that, and presto, baby! I'm the girl of your dreams!.. Wanna kiss, honey? Wanna fat and juicy kiss? Or am I the first all-boy cocksucker you ever necked with?"

In a dazed and trembling stupor, David stared and gaped at this foam-rubber travesty… couldn't take his eyes off that face and body and graceful girlish legs… and oh, the mouth! A boy's oversized mouth, never a woman's! But how he'd lusted for it! God, how he'd let that mouth ignite the most soaring passions he'd ever known… let it drink and swallow and taunt… and oh damn!.. the lips and ass of this "thing" had made him feel more like a man than he ever had in his life… and it, too, was a man! Minutely, he reviewed all their kisses, recalling his wild response… oh the clinging, tonguing, caressing! But ugly and wrong and distorted now… like the nightmares involving Linda's father, only much worse, because he had let this reality happen to him, when he should have known… some deep, unflinching manly instinct should have told him this was a boy.