Janet McCoy: The wife_s new pet

Six months ago to the day, Ellie Jones had lost her virginity. On her wedding night. To her husband, Hank.

Ever since that fateful occasion, the teen-aged blonde had been riding a peaking wave of self-discovery. She wanted to fuck every chance she got. Hank was obliging. She got lots of chances.

When he came home from his job as floor manager in the hardware department of a discount store, Ellie was waiting for him… in something skimpy and provocative. On the night of their six-month anniversary, she wore the see-through top of a pair of pink baby-dolls… and nothing else. She pirouetted before him, holding out the hem of her top as she twirled. Her movements gave Hank a fine view of the round swelling cheeks of her ass and the blonde thatch of her young fiery pussy.

She giggled as she stole a peek at the lusty look on her husband's face. "How do I look, Hank? I got them just today… specially for you."

"They better be specially for me!" he growled as he grabbed for the firm globes of her ass and pulled her to him. He planted his mouth hotly down on hers. His tongue darted deep into her mouth, challenging her tongue, taunting her libido. It always pleased him, the way she shuddered each time she surrendered her lush young body to him. Her tongue snaked out and began to duel wantonly with his.

"Mmmmmmm!" With a natural sexuality that had displayed itself the very first time Hank had sunk his prick into her cunt, she began to squirm against him. She ground her asscheeks salaciously back into his hands, urging him to explore the crevice between the resilient fleshy moons. Then she undulated her pussy forward, rotating it against his pants-shrouded groin. The bulge there was growing perceptibly. She groaned with anticipation. "Oh, Hank… you feel so good, darling! I need you so bad!"

"Jeez, you're a sweet, hungry little bitch, Ellie! You know it's only been ten hours since we screwed the last time!" Hank liked to tease his wife. But he still hadn't gotten over the thrill he had experienced on his wedding night when he discovered just what a find he had made. Ellie's exuberant sensuality had been more than he had hoped for… even considering the enthusiasm she had always displayed during their necking sessions on dates. The young man had long before given up trying to find a woman who could match his own active sex pace. Ellie had turned out to be a gift straight from the Gods. Sometimes she even wore him out.

Her full pink lips pouted appealingly as she looked up at him. Her wide blue eyes and her thick long blonde hair made her look half-angel, half-temptress. The longing in her face made Hank's cock throb to urgent hardness. Reveling in the effect she was having on her handsome husband, Ellie ran her tongue lewdly over her lips. "But you know I can never get enough of you, lover. Why do you torture me like this? You are going to give it to me… aren't you?"

Only a man of stone could resist a look like that, Hank thought as his lips bore down once again on hers. While one hand continued to explore her ass, to prod a finger against the tiny pucker of her asshole, the other headed for her pussy. "Mmm… wet already, you greedy little piggie, you! What am I supposed to do with a wet little thing like this?" His teeth clenched as he shoved a finger deep into the tight hot hole of her cunt. He buried his head against her neck, nipping the tender flesh, while he finger-fucked her pussy mercilessly.

"Ooooooohhhh… aaaaiiieee! Oh Hank, baby! It feels wonderful!" Parting her thighs, she ground her cunt lewdly up and down over her husband's bold finger. She stood on tiptoes, straining with her urgent need to absorb every ounce of pleasure he could give her. Already she could feel herself trembling out of control it was an effort for her to remain upright. The overwhelming passion was consuming her like a sponge absorbs water.

Hank sensed that his wife's arousal was making it hard for her to stay on her feet. Picking her up as easily as if she were a doll, he lay her down on the rug and crawled in between her thighs. His hands reached for the pink swollen lips of her pussy and parted them obscenely wide. Her hot hole peaked out at him, surrounded by a fine mist of blonde pubic hair, dotted with glistening drops of moisture. "Ooohh, baby… what a sweet hungry little pussy you've got!"

His obscene praise made her writhe impatiently on the rug. She pulled her flimsy top high up over the heaving mounds of her breasts. She pinched her nipples wantonly while she ground her cunt upward, beckoning to the man. Urging him to slake the thirst that was torturing her. "Uuuuhh, Hank, darling… I'm hungry… yes… so hungry! Make me feel all filled up, baby!" She was speaking in a little-girl voice, the one she knew turned Hank on. The more voracious and vulnerable she seemed as she squirmed under him, the better he liked it.

Too excited himself to tease his wife any longer, Hank bent his head to her appealing pink snatch. He extended his tongue and licked all the way up one pussy-lip. He nibbled for a moment on the blood-engorged peak of her clitoris. Then his tongue ran down her other pussy-lip. He savored the salty-sweet flavor of her ample juices that trickled from her cunt, down over the slit between her thighs. "Mmmmm… yummy!" He licked his lips lewdly as he looked up at her passion-distorted face.

Ellie's eyes were closed tight. Her lips were parted slightly. Her neck strained backward, so every tendon stood out. He saw her frown as she realized his tongue was gone. "Oh golly, Hank… Give me more! Ooohh, please! It feels so good!"

Before she could miss him any more, he returned his mouth to her moist genitals. He puckered his lips and pulled gently on her fleshy labia, then on her hard sensitized clitoris. Her groans grew louder and more abandoned as he worked. They goaded the man on to greater efforts. Hank loved this woman as he had loved no other female in all his 25 years. She was precious to him. Her every groan and moan and wriggle made him love her all the more. She enjoyed him so much, everything he did to her. How could a man not love a woman who appreciated him so totally? Ellie thought he was Romeo, Adonis and Robert Redford all rolled into one. And her adoration made him feel he could match any one of those guys, any day of the week.

"Christ, you taste delicious, Ellie! You've got the sweetest little pussy in the whole wide world!" He began to stab his tongue deep into her hot tight cunt-hole. At once, she began to squirm more urgently than ever beneath him. She drove her pussy up into his face, urging him to tongue-fuck her deeper.

"Oooooooohhh! Hank-k-k! I love you-u-u!" Hot flashes of pleasure darted through the shapely blonde's lust-possessed body. Her fingertips clutched feverishly at her round bouncing tits, exciting the nipples to hard peaks of arousal. She opened her thighs as wide as she could get them. She wanted her husband's tongue deep, deep, deeper in her pussy. All consciousness vanished, she was nothing but a writhing moaning heap of sensation. Programed for pleasure. And the pleasure was ready to bust loose… to catapult her into the dynamic dream world of orgasm.

So attuned was he to his wife's every pant and wiggle, Hank could tell that she was riding close to the point of no return. There came an added tension to her wanton undulations, as she strove to grasp hold of the elusive powder-keg of release. Just a little farther now, he knew, as she humped her pussy harder against his face.

Summoning up every reserve of energy he possessed, Hank worked like a demon to bring his wife the satisfaction she craved. His tongue darted machine-like in and out of her wet clenching pussy. His lips nibbled her cunt-lips wantonly. He worked down, down over the hot fluttering flesh… all the way to the puckered recess of her anus. His tongue prodded her asshole obscenely.