Michael Bender - Mrs . X_s desires

"Stick it up my box. Oh, Jesus God, Ralph, I love that, what you're doing to me. Ohhhhhhhh!"

Sally opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling and bit down on the wadded piece of sheet in her mouth. While her head was still as a statue, her hips writhed like a hula dancer's. She couldn't stop them. Ralph's head kept bobbing up and down hard between her smooth, ivory thighs and his red tongue stabbed out and darted into her love box.

Sally was naked on the bed. Her golden skin looked out of place on the white sheets. Her lush breasts were two hillocks topped by cherry nipples that were usually soft blobs of putty, but now were pointed peaks. She was sweating a little. The soft sheen of dewy moisture covered her body in response to the urgent probing of Ralph's tongue in her crotch. And when she arched her back and pushed her cunt in Ralph's sex moistened face she sweated some more. With passion! And with dread.

Ralph's tongue was like a soft cotton ball jazzing in and out of her slot. The result was a constant hot feeling, the sparking of electricity shooting up and down her body. She wanted more and more by the minute. Her face screwed up ecstatically and her fingers wound tight in the bed sheet. She was thankful that Ralph couldn't look at her and see how helpless she was. If he did, she knew he'd find some way to make her pay for what she was getting.

"Lick it, baby," she moaned. "Lick my clitoris. Suck that little lollipop, baby. Bite it. Suck it and fuck it."

The words tumbled out of her, tinkling like ice cubes in a gin fizz glass. But what it meant was that she was getting head – for the first time. She was thirty-one years old and she was getting her cunt sucked and dying with each pulse beat of pleasure.

If my husband saw me now… The words seared her brain like a hot brand. She whimpered at the sudden fear of discovery that crowded her brain. Crowded, because the thoughts were already sandwiched in by pleasure. Ralph's tongue was reaming her sex slot. Around and around it went. The hot probe sought out the velvet lining of her box and touched every part with authority.

"Tongue fuck me, Ralph. Honey! Don't stop. Not now."

Her golden thighs opened and slowly engulfed Ralph's head. Then they clamped down trapping his face in her crotch and she thrilled with the sudden realization of new power. He had to breathe her scent. His lips couldn't move without touching her pussy lips or rustling her pubic hair. Each moment was filled with dreadful anticipation full of pleasure waiting for the new assault on her crack to begin.

She lay on her back on the bed and stared at the ceiling and breathed hard. And slowly she raised her hands to her soft breasts and trapped her own nipples with her fingers and rolled and tweaked them until they were rigid pebbles, harder than cut glass.

The panicked movements, the frantic pleasure, both had slowed down and Sally's hips began fucking Ralph's face as if they had done it all her natural life. Up and down, and she felt his tongue respond. Up and down her slit. The hot, wet, wiggly flesh forced her labia apart and exposed the soft, inner lining of her twat.

Then the rubbing of his hot skin on hers intensified. Tremors of pleasure sprang out of her hole. Tendrils ran through her body under her skin like hot wires. More and more she was being swallowed up by the fantastic tempo of Ralph's educated tongue.

"Stick it in deeper," she moaned. "Deeper. Plug me deeper!"

Ralph strained to do as she asked. His cheeks rubbed enticingly against the soft, inner skin of her hot thighs. His nose dove and dug at her erect clitoris when he sank his tongue to the hilt in her hot well. And all the while Sally writhed in obscene pleasure thinking, If only Hal would do this. If only Hal wasn't such a prude. We could still be happy if he'd get off his soap box. His holier than thou trip…

"Oooooooh, God," Sally grunted. Ralph had lanced his tongue deeper into her sex hole than anything had been before. She almost fainted as the new waves of pleasure shot through her vibrating body.

And then, nothing…

"You're ready," Ralph said. The almost-boy had raised his head and was staring in to Sally's lust filled eyes and she was having trouble staring back without thinking about how close his beautiful soft lips were to the puffy swollen cunt that felt like a basketball hoop between her legs.

"Ready for what?" Sally asked tremulously. She knew she didn't want to hear the answer. It would be something rank and vile and disgusting as she had noticed all of Ralph's suggestions were when examined in the light of day. Of course, she didn't examine many of his suggestions at all, much less in daylight.

"I want to tie your legs down?" Ralph told her.

"Tie my legs down?" Sally stared down at him crouched between her spread apart knees. "What for?"

"You'll see," the boy said. Before she could offer an objection, he was tying her ankles to the corners of the bed, spreading her sex hole wide open to further observation.

Sally closed her eyes and tried not to think about how she looked, her red lined cunt gaping open, the halves fringed by soft, downy reddish-brown hair that made the raw meat somehow obscene.

A sudden tingle invaded her crack. She squeezed her eyes tighter shut and tried not to think about it. She knew it was her juice, come boiling out of her to now in a small flood in her slot.

Shameless hussy. Whore she thought, berating her weakness.

But heat flooded her skin. She was hot with the knowledge that Ralph could see her now in a way that she'd never been seen before. It was that excitement with the knowledge that at any moment Ralph was going to be dipping his tongue in her crack that kept her clitoris and nipples diamond hard and needle sharp.

And then she cried out. Ralph's head had disappeared between her felt-soft thighs and she experienced his tongue licking at her cunt. "More, more, more… eat me more."

She couldn't tell him, but something strange had happened to Sally. She couldn't close her legs and Ralph's tongue squirreling around inside her box seemed twice as big and twice as good.

"Oh, uh, uh, uh…" She heaved and strained, throwing her crotch up in the air. She wanted to be tongue-fucked.

"Do you want to be fucked with a prick, Mrs. Dexter?" Ralph asked pleasantly. He had moved on the bed on his knees and was controlling her uncertain hips with his fingers buried knuckle deep in her soggy snatch. Her cunt was putty around his probing fingers. Her sex tunnel responded by frantically twitching and clasping greedily at the flesh between her cunt lips.

"Oh, Lord!" Sally sighed. She felt the cords on her ankles holding her legs wide open. It was kinky of Ralph, his wanting to tie her down. She wasn't going to go anywhere. But she was so helpless this way.

"Uhuhuhuhuh!" she breathed suddenly, the breath exploding from her lungs at the sudden touch of his slick, wet tongue playing with the entrance to her sex. Her cunt lips hardened and tried to clasp the teasing intruder. The muscles in the soft inner flesh of her thighs jerked spasmodically as she tried to shut her legs and trap his head, forcing that wonderful tongue to lance even deeper into her cunt.

And then he was lapping at her slash and she laid her head back and closed her eyes. She was floating on a wonderful cloud of feeling. She wanted it to go on and on forever.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, Mrs. Dexter!"

Sally's eyes snapped open. Ralph stood over her stripping his T-shirt off. His muscles rippled in the dim light of the motel room. His pants were already gone and his penis stuck out in front of his groin like a flesh spear.

Sally stared at it with dreadful fascination. She hoped he wouldn't want her to suck it, she told herself. That would have been too gross. But she couldn't completely quell the shiver of excitement that shot through her body just thinking about taking that throbbing flesh joint in her mouth and touching it with her tongue.