Jason Cannon - Stripper wife

Meanwhile, his hands were equally busy. He pushed them both down between their bodies, caught hold of the underside of her quivering thighs, and lifted her legs up and out. Then he moved his hands in and ran his fingers through the gooey, sopping, twitching slash of her cunt.

Barry sucked her other breast before continuing his trail of kisses down over her satiny belly.

At last his mouth neared the fur his hands had already found. The fragrant smell of her cunt filled his nostrils and fanned the flame of his desire. The crisp fleece of her pubic hair tickled his nose as his lips burrowed down into her cunt hair. His tongue coursed first over her sticky inner thighs, tantalizing his taste buds with a sampling of her juices, then he was nibbling at the quaking folds of her cunt lips.

Ellie writhed in delirious abandon as his mouth caressed the outer edges of her cunt. She moaned in anticipation of the wanton tongue that would soon enter her seething, sopping sheath.

Barry moved, his body around on top of her until he was in a crouched position at a forty-five degree angle to her. With his hands he spread her legs further apart, leaving her entire cunt helplessly and deliciously vulnerable to his avid mouth.

Ellie cried out against the electric sensation that shot through her veins as his lips fused around her pulsing love-groove and his tongue snaked inside her sopping sheath. Expertly, knowingly, the wet muscle delved and stroked in and out around her hole, striking with a teasing pressure every trigger-point of desire imaginable.

Now totally possessed by her passion, Ellie began rotating her hips in a fucking motion. Barry quickly adopted a corresponding tempo with his lapping tongue.

Wave after wave of crimson-tinged desire engulfed her as the hungry mouth at the center of her being now concentrated on her clitoris, causing it to rise to new heights, generating hotter and hotter jolts of ecstasy by its unceasing attack.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, he began moving his hips around toward her head. Without disengaging his hold on the girl's straining cunt hole, without even missing a tongue-stroke across her blood-engorged clitoris, he lifted his right knee and came down on the other side of her head, straddling her in a sixty-nine position.

For a full minute, Ellie was too deliriously intoxicated by his practiced attack on her slit to know what had happened. Only the hot, urgent pressure of his cock against her cheek awakened her to this new source of delight.

Without hesitation, her hands came up and, caught hold of the rigid pole hanging above her and brought it down to her open mouth. So thick and unwieldy was his powerful meat that she could just barely insert the fat head of it between her lips. She began to suck avidly on the huge cock fucking her mouth.

Simultaneously, Barry's tongue lashed away at her sopping cunt-flesh with renewed vigor, striking blindly, erratically at the crimson-colored inner surfaces of her cunt and then boldly teasing her exposed clitoris.

The panting and groans of their swirling, intense pleasure filled the room.

Their naked, writhing bodies were now slick and glistening with perspiration.

Faster and faster they lucked with their mouths. Ellie's over wrought senses cried out against the pleasures that were racking her body, pleasures that had now reached agonizing proportions. The insane delights created by his tongue inside her cunt had become unendurable. Consciousness threatened to leave her unless she found relief.

Orgasm became her obsession. It became the only meaningful goal in her delirium, the only release for the fierce emotions that now literally shook her body.

The cock-stick in her mouth suddenly stiffened with a ferocious intensity, almost wrenching itself loose as it gathered up a foreboding, independent strength.

At that very instant, Ellie's alarmed senses suddenly broke. A blinding, incredibly intense sensation seized her body and began shaking it in violent convulsions.

So feverishly consumed was she by the intensity of her own climax that she was only subconsciously aware of Barry's cock jerking off jet after jet of hot spunk into her sucking mouth. She swallowed the jism with the same abandon that controlled her jerking, spasming snatch, gulping with each powerful release, rhythmically, in the same unconscious manner her tightly compressed lips continued to suck harder on the spewing cock.

At last it subsided and the wild, seething tension in both their bodies drained slowly away.

Strangely, Ellie was acutely aware of the last drop of semen that she gulped down, and of the quivering, twitching aftermath of her own climax.

For a long moment they remained in the sixty-nine position, their mouths still lapping, almost involuntarily, the last dregs of each other's love juices. Then Barry slowly rolled to one side and slumped heavily onto the bed, exhausted.

Ellie turned to her side with him, refusing to release her grip on his fast-wilting cock.

They lay like that for several minutes. Finally, with a great deal of effort, Barry disengaged his limp cock from her mouth, and turned around on the bed until his head was pillowed beside hers.

"Well, you're still a virgin," he said.

"I know," she replied.

"Happy about it?"

"I don't know," she said truthfully. "I don't think so."

Ellie stayed, and she remained a virgin for another week.

Five weeks after that, they were married. It was good for Barry. It gave him some direction. He got a steady job, and even a second job.

Things went well for a while. Then, one afternoon, he came home and found Ellie wildly making love to another woman.

"How long…?" he asked after he had kicked the other girl, out and calmed down.

"Since about six months after we were married," she replied.

He left that night and started downhill.

Chile Day awoke with a feeling of being right with the world. She sat up in bed and the blanket slid away from her voluptuous, naked body. She yawned and stretched, her body still luxuriating in the wonderful battering it had received from Barry Price's beautiful, rigid cock.

She slid from the bed and moved to face the mirror. Narrowing her eyes, she critically evaluated her reflection. She saw the high, large but firm breasts, their silver-dollar-sized areolas still swollen with lust. She smiled at the incredibly narrow waist and full, flaring hips. She mentally critiqued the lean length of her thighs, and the blonde-covered pinkness of her pussy that lay between them.

One hand floated to her bulging crop of pubic hair and patted it lovingly. This was the thing that attracted men. It was her source of pleasure and power.

There had been many men who had sweated over her beautiful body, giving her pleasure, and there would be many more.

"You're a pretty uncomplicated kid, aren't you?" Chile said to her reflection in the mirror." All you need is a good fucking every day and you're happy. That is, if the asshole men who do it aren't overbearing, chest-thumping and possessive."

She thought about Barry Price, her most recent-and perhaps her best to date-acquisition. He was none of the things she hated in a man and everything she loved and wanted.

Maybe, just maybe, he would last a lot longer than any of the others.

The reflection winked back at her, and the fingertips of that glass figure lovingly stroked the taut inner flesh of its thighs. She caressed herself until she felt excitement building almost to the pressure point. She felt his creamy cum oozing into her hand from the still syrupy lips of her pussy, and suddenly wished that be were there still, his rigid cock poised above her willing cunt, ready to strike.

"Ohhhh, shit," she groaned, and tore herself away from the mirror.