Peter Ryan - Sex clinic wife

"Please, please, now, now," she begged, hardly able to utter the words, her hands squeezing blindly on his throbbing rod of flesh.

Finally, she felt him slithering farther up onto her, and she swung her thighs outboard and up again as she felt the smooth pulsing head of his penis brushing against the eager warmth of her vagina. She gripped both of his shoulders very tightly with her hands and felt her whole body quivering uncontrollably with emotion.

She ground against him, longing for his to plunge into her hot, liquid depths immediately. Abruptly, because she could stand it no longer, she released her hold on his shoulders and moved her hands downward feeling for and then finding his hardened throbbing cock. She held it gently, holding her breath at the same time, then guided it between her open legs toward the beckoning warmth of her cunt.

Now! Now! her mind screamed at last in a final moment of fierce violent joy. Now! She felt him thrust in with a long, excruciatingly slow pressure… all the way in a bursting, agonizing movement that lasted through a blinding eternity.

A soft choking scream escaped her clenched lips, changing to become quieter and muffled, and then she was motionless except for the spasmed quivering in her thighs. She was still for several seconds until she again drew her thighs up and clasped them across his back her teeth nibbling into his shoulder.

"AAAhhhhhhh," her moans continued on a slightly lower key, a continuous gentle, lost groaning… the soft mewling moans of ecstatic emotion and passion.

The lustful blonde opened her thighs farther, giving him wider access, and moved them back toward her shoulders, then she brought them back to his hips, moving and slithering against them as he pistoned his body, his huge swollen prick moving in and out of her hot, eager cunt. Her breasts flattened and rounded under his varying pressure and her eyes opened to took abandonedly into his as her groaning lips sought to kiss, then to bite and caress his face.

Her whole body seemed aflame, consumed in the ecstatic relief of her clenching containment… she could feel the fires building until it seemed that she must be dying. She knew that her orgasm would come quickly and there was nothing she could do about it. She tried to urge him to meet her quickening speed, to have him reach the same climatic completion simultaneously… Oh God! Oh, my God! her mind screamed out again and again in the velvet darkness of her senses. What's happening? What, dear God, is happening to me? That fire burning in my body… that fire…!

Over and over her mind cried out indiscernible screams of desire and pleasure. She had never known anything… never anything like this!

She squirmed under him thrusting and pulling at him, grinding her hips and her love-starved cunt up onto and around him… her lust building up into intense final pressure… She moved her hands around him, over his shoulders, down his back, to his buttocks. She pressed on them, pulling him deeper into her churning depths, swinging her legs higher to encircle his thighs, then pulled them up even further to grip his waist. Her head began to flail from side to side on the sand and her legs fell from his waist and swung down, straightening and flattening, gripping him again before failing away, almost at right angles to her body.

Her lover's fingers slipped from the liquid heat of her wetly clinging cunt and ran up the soft jerking crease between her buttocks. He pulled the smooth, rounded cheeks apart, and she gave a gasp of passion through her moaning. He plunged a finger against the small tight barrier of her rectum and felt it give, his finger breaking through the soft, inner flesh inside.

"Oh, oh! Oh…!" she gasped again and again.

She began to writhe as if in a trance. It had to be soon! her mind screamed, It had to be! The only thing she could feel was the all-consuming fire as he pounded into her, pulling back and thrusting again, with each thrust coming faster and more furiously.

Her eyes bulged wide and gaped up at him desperately. They seemed to be speaking to him, pleading with him, abandoning herself to him. Her mouth opened and her tongue came out – a long, point-tipped, moist and perfectly smooth tongue. The unknown lover lowered his lips to hers and bit her tongue gently. He ground into her clasping cunt now with slow, strong strokes.

She wriggled furiously, her shoulders quivering, and her breasts under his face. She groaned and looked into his eyes in a last gleam of passion and then her mouth opened wide, her head dropped back, her thighs clasped him, and then she came…

Rasping, aching gasps broke from her mouth, another and another, finally dwindling into body-wracking sols of ecstatic passion.

Still cupping her churning buttocks in his hands, and fired by the sight of her fulfillment, her lover trembled on the brink of release. Her beautiful body, heaving with passionate sighs, was totally his. He looked down and saw her thighs hanging over his palms as he held her bottom. Her huge breasts swayed and heaved below him, and her flat white waist undulated above the hips he held off the sand.

He thrust savagely into her and felt his prick growing and swelling as it would expand a thousand times larger and ultimately burst into a million shattering pieces. He ground slowly, extracting every blinding sosation from the slow, long stroked. His breath was rising up from his chest, rising up through his throat in great bellowing heat. He felt the quick fire darting through his loins and come racing into his mind and senses. He surged up into her belly as the breath broke from his throat, twisting his mouth out into an agonized explosion. He felt the pressure of her thighs renewed and fleetingly heard a faint gasp echoing her recognition of his orgasm as it ricocheted wildly through the depths of her smooth, quivering belly.

For several moments he slammed into her, then slowly he collapsed onto her warm, cushioning flesh and felt her arms circle him gently and her lips, tight and tender, on his cheek…

"Miss Haywood, please send in the next applicant." Dr. Lionel Parker released the switch on the intercom and leaned back in his chair, absent-mindedly reaching down to straighten his cock in his pants. He glanced up as the door opened and a beautiful black, girl entered, peering around uncertainly. "Good afternoon, Miss… Uh…"

"Sykes… Doctor Parker… Winona Sykes. I've-I've come about the job."

"Yes, yes, I know," he showed her to a chair. "Please sit down." Taking her application, he returned to his chair, then carefully studied the paper he held in his hand. "Mmm, very good, Miss Sykes… you seem well suited to the job. However," he surreptitiously fondled the rising bulge in his pants, "there are a few specific qualifications that are definitely required that we did not have you list on your application."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Now, the Parker Clinic is not just another private, high-priced medical facility… It is what I fondly call a 'Sex Clinic'. Our work runs along the same line of that of a marriage counselor. But we go one step further… we are concerned with aiding couples with sexual problems."

Winona Sykes fidgeted restlessly. What is he getting at? she wondered. I wish he'd come right to the point!

Dr. Lionel Parker quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock, pumping his hand up and down behind the desk. "Since we deal with sexual problems, there would be times that you will see active involvement in… uh, solving these specific problems. Do you understand what I am talking about?"

"I-I'm not sure, Doctor Parker," she stammered.

"Well, it's quite clear, my dear," he leered at her from across the big desk. "Simply, you must pass one test before you are eligible for the job in my clinic."