Norman Singer - The Hungry Husband

David sank it in and held his own streams in check, waiting and rolling and oooh damn!.. Savoring the feel of warm gushy joy that flooded his flesh-buried prick. But now, suddenly, while she was still in the girl-heaving throes of it, he hit on a masterplan. Keeping her legs clamped upwards, he jerked fully out of her wet throbbing cavity, celebrating the arrival of all this glorious lubrication, which he would need now… as he listened to her whimpering sighs and rolled her bottom higher, his gleaming rod out of her now and waiting for the new entry as his big hands slid down and clutched her white-hot buttocks. He trailed his moistened knob down along that sweet dividing valley… Ooh down that crucial inch or two, until first he let it dampen her tight rectal opening, and then ruthlessly slotted his cock's tip right there… and then… oooh!.. Zoom went the whole flaring head of it, right up her hot-girlie asshole… too fast for her to tighten up or fight it, as David gloried in the guttural shrieks this impalement brought from her… "Ooh, God… no… no!.. what're you doing?… aw, not like that, Goddammit… You're splitting me… wait…!"

"Total experience!" he shouted, pressing her pudgy toes against the pillow and banging it. "Isn't that what we agreed on?"

"Ooummmgf!.. yes, but wait…!" She lunged her bottom back, his cock making a noisy smacking sound as it slapped out of her. Then, scurrying like a beaver in heat, Valerie flipped over on her belly and shot those alabaster round-assed beachballs up to the skies… Oh Christ, he thought… just what he wanted, one more surefire way to strip this bitch of all her phony poise and glamour. David wet his palms and rubbed them gleefully together, giving his mirror-disciples a look of crazy conspiracy. Then he knelt behind her and gave the girl the most pulverizing rump-blast she'd ever known, taking supreme delight in the grunting sounds of her… ooh, listen to the agonized squeals and watch her bounce back for more… twisting her around to give their audience a full profile-view, and hoping to Christ they'd all remembered to bring their blotters…

"Ahhhh!.. Rip it into me, David… right up my girlish fanny… oooh!.. Slice it and carve it and hump it…!" The more he pounded and belted it, the more Valerie rocked and received, groaning out insanely… David gazing at the mirror again and gesturing lewdly, as if to say: 'Dig this! Am I givin' her what-for, or not?' Then stretching her hot little ass-cheeks even wider apart and battering his long hot whip more deeply in and sludging tightly against her colon. Cruddy little bloodsucker… made scum out of me, so now I'll plow the same dirt back inside of her where it belongs… Ooummff!.. Where it'll become fungus and rot and… awmyGOD! But it's tight in there, like a whole bunch of soft wriggly leeches squeezing my cock and making it sting… oooh!.. I'm gonna pop ass-over-balls right up in her… umm, the pull of it, the suction up this squirmy behind of a lady-vulture… cheating little maneater… feel that?… and that…and oooh Christ!.. wait… wait!.. but then he gasped and nearly thumped her off the bed… and came and shot and moaned and oooh!.. gripped her shoulders to slam her fully back onto it, waiting, wanting to be sure that every drop was left and planted inside those festering hot bowels and spleen and jungle-swamp. Then, with a vicious swipe, he pulled it out, and heard her gasp with pain, as he roared: "JesusGod, I've used your body like a spittoon!" giving the mirror another wink.

She hurled over on her back, panting heavily, still dazed from the thrill and the abrasion of what he'd done to her, but peering up at him rather questioningly. "It was lovely and dirty and sweet, David, but… I don't remember hearing you talk like that before, like a big hunk of rough-trade, which you're quite definitely not, you know…"

"Prick-peddlers like me get awfully tough after a while," he said. "Especially when we've been trained by swingin' professionals, like you."

"Is that a compliment?" she asked; but looked much too spent and euphoric to be suspicious.

"Who knows, maybe it's a character sketch," he said. "But if the shoe fits, you know where to shove it."

She laughed. "Ooh my, but aren't we naughty today? All that profanity from such thoroughbred lips!" She shot up on her knees and faced him. "Now tell me, darling, what are your next orders, since you're the one who's cracking the whip today…?"

He held his long languid tool in his hand and said: "Suck me off, boss-lady. Get this thing all bright and shiny again…"

She gave a sharp intake of breath, and he knew his words had excited her. Then she glared defiantly at him. "That sounds like a dare. Is it?"

"Right," he said. "But I want you to do it while I'm standing up, so I can look down and see you on your knees. Now come on, follow me, we'll stand on the floor. Near the mirror. That way I can watch those suckin' lips of yours from all angles."

"Oooh honey!.. You're givin' me goose-pimples, talking like that…!"

With a laugh, David leapt out of bed and strode towards the mirrored wall, until he stood within inches of the two-way panel.

David was sure she wasn't in the least suspicious as he watched her slowly follow him across the room, her eyes staring between his legs, too devoted to that low-slung cause to think of anything else. Goddamn, he really had her panting for it this time… Now David felt the jerking tremors of a new erection as he recalled how her cute lispy mouth had felt down there earlier, the head of his cock throbbing for the feel of her lips, the whole heavy structure now rising as he watched her eyes on it.

She stood before him, looking down. And he said: "Kneel down and slide it into your mouth, real easy, And leave it there 'til it's all baby-fresh and stiff… and explodes again…"

In the living-room there was a frantic, scurrying movement among the spectators, all of whom had been gasping wordlessly until this moment, but now expressing critical opinions as they left their seats and rushed forward to kneel and stare and ogle, their hands busily worming inside their pants or briefs or garter-belts. None of them touched one another, naturally, since these proxy-thrills represented the sole and main sperm-event of their lives.

"That's awful!" muttered one of the lesbians, a sachet-hanky blotting laboriously between her thighs, "to make her kiss him there now, after where that thing's been!" But the beatific grin on her manly face belied this professed revulsion.

Valerie, brilliant esthete, harlot and bunco-artist, got to her knees. The sideview of her plump protrusive breasts was truly magnificent, and on the other side of the mirror several homo-voyeurs got even hotter watching the hetero-voyeurs, furiously masturbating themselves inside their pockets, reeling from the heady effects of this close mammary-view…

Valerie now took David's semi-hard prong in her hand, eyed it lovingly and then watched it sprout up in her palm… until it became too thick and billowing to hold, so she took her hand away and smiled to see how it stood straight out, all by itself. She placed her hands on David's tan lithe hips, then leaned forward, slipping the rearing fruity head of it between her lips and flicking her tongue around the velvety resilient man-flesh… ummm!.. Her very favorite spigot…

"Ahhhhh!" gasped the living-room audience, one of the men trying to grind himself and his camera at the same time.

David began to groan with the feel of her mouth on him, licking his lips and swallowing and gasping, and none of this for show, because he had learned to dearly love these oral diversions… oooh God! watch that bulbous thudding knob right smack into the curve of lush womanly mouth… surely that was heaven's own design… and feel that soft girlie-tongue… ummm… So much more independent than her clitoris, so free and ad lib and inventive…