Janet McCoy: The wife_s new pet

"Aaajiieeee! Oooohhh, Hank-k-k!" The unexpected titillation of her husband's lewd probings drove Ellie right over the top. Never before had Hank teased her asshole with his tongue. The tantalizing pressure… the very thought of the bold act he was performing… opened her trembling body up to the tumultuous avalanche of release. "God, darling, I'm cumming-g-g-g! Ooooohhhh!"

Hank kept on working until he was sure Ellie was safely over the hump into the pleasure zone. He licked greedily at the hot juices that flowed freely from her spasming twat. Then, when she lay moaning beneath him like a mindless heap of flesh, he scrambled quickly to his feet and pulled off his shoes and pants.

Within moments, he was poised over her, naked but for shirt and socks, his throbbing erection poised menacingly over her blonde-thatched cunt. Holding his breath against the insistent pull of his own excitement, Hank slipped his cock in along the slit of her pussy-lips, relishing the wet hot feel of her. His prick was aching for cunt… aching to surge deep on up inside… but Hank wanted to tease himself, and her, just a moment longer. The longing was so sweet. The sure promise of reward so gratifying.

Though she had been drifting off in her own little world of pleasure, Ellie was not too far gone to recognize that firm pressure against her labia. She began to moan softly, then to wriggle her pussy gently up against her husband's prick. Her eyes still closed, her face still wearing its dreamy smile of climax, she reached for Hank's buttocks and began to try to pull him into her. "Mmmmmpphh!" Her lips pouted in frustration when she was not successful.

Hank loved her child-like self-absorption. Her rule for pleasure was: she wanted what she wanted when she wanted it. Nothing was to stand in the way. Normally, Hank was happy to oblige. But every now and then he liked to tease her… to make her beg for it a little. "What's the matter, baby? Something you want, maybe?"

"Mmmm-mmm! Come on, Hank! Do it for me! Your cock feels so good against me! I want it, Hank!"

"Aren't you being awfully greedy, Ellie baby? After all, you just came! You mean you want to do it again?" The feel of her twitching pussy under his turgid organ made the blood pound through Hank's veins. He wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer. The thought made him push her a little harder. His voice grew more stern. "Tell me, Ellie. Tell me what you want!"

The young blonde wife could feel the juices surging from her pussy. She knew what her husband wanted, and she knew her part in the game. She liked to play hard with Hank. It made the reward all the sweeter when he finally sank it home. "I want your cock, darling! Please! Give it to me!"

Still Hank hesitated. He looked down at her, his eyes glowing with lust. "Name it, Ellie! Tell me you want me to fuck you!"

His cock twitched against her passion-swollen pussylips. It was more than she could take.

"Oh God, Hank! Fuck me! Fuck me, darling!"

In less time than it took for the echo of her voice to die out, his hard cock was driving deep into her hot hole.

"Aaaaiiieee! Ohhh! It's SOOOO good! I can't tell you how good it is to feel you fucking me!" Six months ago, no four-letter word had ever escaped the 18-year-old's lips. They still came hard, but Hank was teaching her… everything he liked to do and hear. For his pleasure, she spat them out. And she learned to respond to them too. When she said "fuck me", her pussy flared with greedy primitive desire.

Hank was too excited now for anything but a hard, no-holds-barred fuck. He drew his swollen prick all the way out of her tight snatch, until just the tip grazed cunt-flesh. Then, without pause, he drove all the way up inside once again. And again. And again. Until his cock was hard as a steel bar. And her cries reverberated all around the living room.

Ellie squirmed wantonly beneath her husband's remorseless cock-blows. She could feel her buttocks stinging from rug-burn, but the sensation managed to blend itself with the ricocheting pleasure let loose in her lush, aroused body. It all felt good. Pleasure washed over her in wave after powerful wave, making her lose her breath, making her struggle to the surface for a gasp of air before immersing herself once again… in the feel of her husband's shoulder bearing into her face… in the touch of his hand fondling her breasts… in the sound of his harsh breathing, telling her how much he was enjoying her. And most of all, in the long filling strokes of his hard prick.

"Oh, do it to me, darling! Fuck me! Aaaahhh! It's so fine!"

Like a rutting bull, Ellie's powerful husband drove his cock time after time deep into her wet receptive cunt. He relished the way her rubbery, slick flesh grabbed onto his organ, struggled valiantly to keep him from escaping. He loved her hot moist welcome each time he lunged his cock deep back up into her smoldering hole. His cock was growing bigger and harder with each pleasurable stroke. He was lost in the devastating world of sensation. Nothing mattered now but getting off… and getting her off. He worked like a bulldozer toward his goal.

Time stood still for Hank and his eighteen-year-old bride. Every time they had ever made love – and there had been hundreds in the last six months – blended together and became one. It was like the first time, and the last time, and the only time. They were blended, made one, in the primitive urgency of primal union.

So much in touch were they that they even came together. It seemed a natural outcome of their close, intense mating.

"Oooohhh, Hank, I'm cumming! I'm cumming, darling!"

"Me too, baby! Ah, Jee-zuz! I love you, babe!"

"I love you too, Hank!"

They lay quietly embracing for some time, until at last harsh reality interrupted. "Oh Hank, I've got to get up. My ass hurts like crazy!"

He grinned at the blazing red welts on her round ripe ass-cheeks. He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly on her tender buttocks. "There. That'll make it go away."

She smiled down at him. "I'm not so sure I want it to go away. Already it's turning me on again. It makes me think of what you were just doing to me."

She warmed up two turkey pies for dinner. They ate naked on cushions around the coffee table. They had never been more close. When Ellie brought in the dessert, Hank brought out his own surprise. "Champagne! Tonight we're celebrating, baby!"

Her blue eyes beamed with excitement. She liked to see Hank so animated. Often, after a long day at work, he was tired and discouraged. She knew he wasn't satisfied with his job. "What are we celebrating, Hank?" She held up her glass to toast. "To the start of a new life!"

She stared at him dumbfounded as he drained his glass and poured himself another glassful of bubbly. Her own champagne remained untouched. "What is it, Hank? That sounds pretty heavy!"

"It is, baby! Wait'll you hear! You remember Greg Bantam? I told you him and me were best buddies in college?"

"Oh yeah. You wanted him to be our best man, but he couldn't because he was out hunting seals in Alaska or some place." Ellie was still wary. She was normally an optimistic, cheerful person. But, like any animal, she couldn't help getting uneasy when she was told her whole life was about to change. She had kind of liked things the way they were.

"That's the guy! Old Greg and me used to have some great times! Anyway, I got a letter from him today, and guess what?"

"What?" Ellie felt a cold chill run down her spine. She took a long swallow of her champagne.

"He's just staked a mining claim up in Northern California. He needs someone to help him dredge for gold! Can you imagine that, honey? Gold! He wants me to go work with him. And you know what? I'm going to do it!"

"You mean you're going to quit your job at J-Stores?"