David Crane - Horse-loving farm wives

"N-no! No, I won't!"

"C'mon, baby – suck my cock. You know you want to," he urged, speaking softer now, persuasively.

"Maybe I want to but I'm not going to," she said.

He leered. His fist pushed down and his naked cockhead throbbed, straining and swelling. That bead of pre-cum slid down the dark purple slab. Claire watched it, her mouth watering. The pink tip of her tongue slid across her lips and Mike grinned.

"If… if I suck your cock and let you come in my mouth… will that be all right?" she asked. "I don't want you to fuck me but I'll suck you off if you want it… if you'll promise not to tell my husband that we were fooling around. Okay?"

Claire had decided that it was the best way out of the situation, as long as Mike agreed to it. Blowing him wasn't as bad as fucking him, she guessed, as far as infidelity went. Claire reasoned that she was justified, that it was the lesser of two evils to take him in her mouth instead of up her cunt, as long as her husband never found out.

But the truth, of course, was that Claire was drooling for Mike's cockmeat.

"Yeah! Gimme a blowjob!" Mike said, enthusiastically. "I won't tell old Harry if you drink my jism, baby."

Claire hesitated for a moment, then sighed and sank gracefully onto her knees in front of the seated man. He pushed his legs out and thrust his loins upward. The purple head of his prick was shaped like a mushroom and the fat, dark vein that seamed the underside of his cockshaft was as big as Claire's little finger. His balls were enormous. Although the woman was being forced to do this, she could not deny to herself that she wanted to do it, as well. She hungered for his tasty looking prickmeat and for the jism it held.

She blew her warm breath over his cockhead.

Mike worked his cock muscles, causing his big fuck-tool to throb. He was leering at her, looking over the head of his upthrust prick as if it were a gunsight.

Claire reached out and she folded her fist around the stem of his prick, squeezing, feeling the hardness and the heat. Then she slowly stroked his cock up and down.

"I ain't gonna settle for no fucking handjob," he snarled. "Use your mouth, baby. Suck me off with those sweet lips and that hot tongue and swallow my cum."

That, of course, was what Claire wanted, despite herself. She slid her hand down from his pounding fuckrod and cupped his balls.

She leaned closer.

She could feel the heat of his cock and balls waft into her excited face and she knew that her face was flushed and glowing. The cock-hungry wife had lost all her inhibitions now that she was so close to Mike's massive prick, her mouth watering for it.

Claire managed to smile, she said, "Oh, yes… I'll suck you off, Mike. I'll milk your prick and drink your cream."

"Yeah!" he grunted, aroused, perfectly happy to settle for a blowjob instead of a fuck… but thinking, too, that maybe he would make her fuck him afterward, as well. His blackmail had worked the first time and he figured it would be good again, that he would come over for a blowjob or a fuck whenever he felt like it.

Why, he might even fuck the cock-teasing bitch's asshole, he thought.

But there was no hurry. First he wanted to enjoy her mouth. He wanted to see his fat prick going in and out of that haughty, aristocratic face, between those lips that had denied him. He wanted to drench her with jism and watch her swallow the stuff, both for the pleasure of it and to humiliate the woman who had toyed with him and teased his prick.

He could see that Claire was getting enthusiastic about blowing him, however. He rather wished that she was more reluctant, that she was forced to do it without enjoying it, herself. But he knew that a woman gives better head when she is in the mood for it, and he was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Claire leaned in, pushed her tongue out and started licking his bloated, hairy balls. Mike groaned. His hard balls jiggled around inside the loose skin as she lathered his sac with saliva. The bitch knew how to tongue, all right! She knew that she shouldn't just pop it in her mouth and suck, but that she had to work up to it gradually.

She lifted his balls, tonguing under them.

"Yeah, lap my cockmeat, you bitch!" he rasped.

Claire began to lick up his prickshaft, her hot, nimble tongue slipping back and forth, tracing up the line of his dark vein. She fluttered her tongue against the underside of his knob, where it flared out from his cockshaft and the vein spread out into the fat, bivalved head. Mike moaned with the wonderful feeling.

"You cocksucker!" he growled. "Lap it up, bitch! Tongue my cockmeat, you cum-drinking whore!"

But he failed to humiliate the woman. Claire was far too aroused for that. She looked up at him, amusement showing in her eyes. "Yes, Mike," she purred. "I'm a cocksucker. I love sucking cocks. And I'm going to milk you to the bone, you bastard."

Lowering her face, she began lapping him from his balls to his cockhead once more, running her tongue up with moist, slurping strokes, then zigzagging it up and down. A nugget of jism squeezed from the tip of his prick and ran down his cockshaft. She lapped it up with her tongue, and he saw her throat work as she swallowed it. It thrilled him to know that some of his cum was in the elegant woman's belly, that he was defiling her with his jism.

"Ummm, yummy," she purred.

"Jesus! Suck it!" he rasped, humping up from the chair, afraid that he was going to blow his wad before he got his prick into her mouth. As he thrust up, Claire tilted her head and fitted her lips to the underside of his cockshaft, playing him like a flute. His cockhead was leaking steadily now, foaming with jism. Some of it stayed on the tip of his cock, frothy, like whipped cream lathering his dark purple prickmeat. The rest of it trickled down into her lips. Her mouth slid up and down, slurping the stuff up.

"You're a bastard… but your cum is delicious," she purred. "I hope you got plenty of it because I'm real hungry."

"I got plenty!" he growled.

Christ, he thought, what if she milks me dry and doesn't get enough? That would humiliate the living shit out of me! But he wasn't really worried. He always came by the bucketful and had never had a complaint.

Claire slid her lips up to the tip of his prick now. She kissed his throbbing knob, then let her lips part and slowly fed his cockhead into her mouth.

"Ahhh…" he sighed as he felt his blazing prickmeat enveloped in her soft cheeks and pursed lips. She nursed on his cockhead, her cheeks drawing inwards on both sides and her lips peeling outwards. Her tongue was working against the underside of his knob, flashing back and forth under the fat wedge.

"Ummm," she purred. She glanced up at his face and was pleased to find his features contorted by lust. She knew that she gave great head and she wanted to drive Mike wild.

She only had the head of his cock in her mouth so far. The rest of his long, thick fuckrod stood out between his balls and her lips, throbbing violently. She had his balls in one hand. Her other hand flattened on his belly.

"Suck it! Suck my prick!" he wailed.

Claire began to bob up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel, the hairy apples of his balls. Each time she bobbed down, she took a little more of his cock into her mouth. Mike groaned and thrashed about as more and more of his meat went into her hot mouth. He reached down to place a hand behind her head, urging her to take more of it, to take it all.

"Swallow it, baby," he moaned. "Swallow my cock, get it all right down your fucking throat!"

Claire whimpered and bobbed all the way down. His fat cockhead wedged into her gullet and every inch of his formidable prick vanished into her greedy mouth and throat. Her nose rustled in his wiry pubic hair and her chin caressed his balls. He stared down, amazed to find that the woman had swallowed every precious inch, that she was deep-throating him, her lips parted at the very base of his fuckrod.