Carlotta Graham - The lap dog

"Hey, wait a minute," she heard Jack say, but then his voice choked off as his lovely torturer's tongue shot out and stabbed against the tiny opening in the head of his cock. Under that maddening stimulation his throbbing penis burst into its full glory, rearing up like an angry cobra.

"Mmmm, it likes me," Sylvia said, and then opening her lips she slid them moistly over the now swollen purplish head and began to suck the tip of her willing victim's cock. Staring down in amazement the surprised young man looked in awe at the beautiful dark head poised over his trembling loins. He knew he could probably just reach down and push Sylvia away, but at that moment it seemed like an impossible idea.

Instead his eyes closed as erotic feelings of sensual pleasure began to shoot upward from his hotly trapped penis.

"I-I, we shouldn't be…" he began, knowing that Angela was watching, but then with an incoherent groan the young husband reached down to wrap his hands tightly in the thick lustrous halt that spilled over his loins, and with a jerk he pulled Sylvia's lips down farther onto his pulsating cock-shaft. To hell with Angela, he thought. After what he had caught her doing it would serve her right to have to watch this! For her part, his gaping wife stood watching in appreciative awe. She had been through too much already today to be very upset by what was happening before her. What was mostly bothering her was the unfulfilled feeling deep in her own hungry loins which had been rudely deprived of the lust-sating dog-penis only a few minutes ago. Staring hungrily at her husband's desire-thickened shaft disappearing up into Sylvia's ovalled mouth, Angela found herself wishing that somehow it were being thrust up her own wanting pussy instead.

The whole little scenario didn't take long, maybe less than two minutes, and then true to form, Jack could feel the familiar bliss-filled churning in his balls.

"Holy God," he half-shouted, "I'm gonna cum! For the love of Christ, don't stop sucking!" Then his blood-rigid rod of flesh began to vibrate as the first hot jets rushed its swollen length. This was the first time in his life the young man had ever had his cock sucked, and he was unprepared for the incredible sensation as Sylvia sucked madly on his spurting member, working him to heights of passion that were almost unbearable. As his head arched back in ecstasy he was able to see out of the comer of his eyes the almost ludicrous picture of Sylvia's cheeks ballooning out from the pressure of his gushing sperm and then hollowing again as she sucked madly. It seemed to go on for an eternity and then the depleted young husband slumped back in the chair, his exhausted penis deflating in Sylvia's mouth. The smiling widow let the limp organ slip wetly from her mouth and licked the last traces of hot sticky sperm from her lips.

"A new record in the hundred yard dash," she said wryly. Turning to Angela she added, "I see what you mean. A girl would have to be a real sprinter to keep up with that." Her words deflated Jack who thought she was making fun of him but the lovely woman got lithely to her feet. "Now it's time for the resurrection," she said. Even though he had just cum, Jack could not help staring at the beautiful sleek body now standing nakedly before him. For a moment his tortured eyes couldn't decide whether they wanted to focus on the high, proud, dark-tipped breasts or feast on the softly shadowed pussy that nestled up between Sylvia's smooth ivory-white thighs.

Moving closer to the still seated young man, her hips swaying provocatively, Sylvia reached out for one of his hands and then pulled him unresistingly to his feet. As soon as he was standing before her, the exotic beauty moved closer still and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Even before she pulled the garment completely from him, the brazen seducer leaned forward and traced her stiffening nipples in tiny circles over his naked chest. Immediately the gasping husband felt a faint lurching in his tired loins. Even though he knew he should resist, Jack made no move to stop Sylvia as she began undoing his belt. Before he knew it his trousers were in a heap around his feet.

"Kick off your shoes," Sylvia ordered, and he did. Jack was now standing wearing only his shorts, and while his penis, poking through the opening was not exactly erect, it was also not as shrunken and lifeless as a moment before. His lovely seducer began to work the shorts down over his hips, letting the elastic waistband rub across the end of his still dripping cock. Once the thin garment was down around his ankles, Jack automatically kicked them free, at last standing completely naked, his reviving cock now at half-mast. Without a word Sylvia moved into his arms so that finally Jack was able to feel the full, sensuous, naked length of this desirable woman against his own trembling flesh. He pressed his lips down on hers, and for a long moment their tongues met, darting together inside the moist caverns of their mouths, and then she was slipping down, her soft flesh sliding lingeringly over his until she was on her knees before him. Reaching forward, Sylvia took his cock in her hands and placed it gently in the valley between her large taut breasts, then, sensuously, provocatively, the experienced woman pressed the soft white mounds together, trapping his penis between their seductive warmth, and began voluptuously working their tender beauty back and forth over his ever growing penis.

From a few feet away Angela watched, fascinated by the smooth competent manner with which Sylvia managed her difficult husband. The younger girl was teaming, all right, and vowed that from now on she would use the beauty of her own body to better advantage.

"I think we can start over again," Sylvia said. And sure enough, Jack was acutely aware of the huge throbbing member that disappeared between his sultry neighbor's high-mounded breasts. Never had it felt so big – never had he been so aware of its hardness. Wondering what this incredible brunette would do next, the young husband was totally unprepared for her next words.

"Okay, big boy," she said moving back a little so his cock leaped free of her imprisoning flesh, and sweeping an arm grandly toward Angela, she ordered, "Go fuck your wife." For a moment neither Jack nor Angela moved, but their eyes met, shock registering on each of their faces at these totally unexpected words. Then suddenly the raging need in the young blonde's unfulfilled pussy overflowed to sweep over her entire body in a wave of red-hot lust.

"Oh, Jack," she moaned, "Take me, please take me." And with that she lay down on the rug, her legs lewdly parted and her graceful arms held upward invitingly. Jack stood in dumb shock, wondering how his day had ever managed to turn out like this. Looking down in amazement at his shamelessly aroused wife, ready to fuck him in front of another person, he began to realize that he definitely didn't know her. There was a lot more to her than the timid faithful young woman he had imagined her to be, but one thing was sure: she was ready to fuck and so was he!

Quickly Jack positioned himself between his wife's long widespread legs, holding his erect penis in his hands as if it were something he was going to beat her with.

"Oh, lover, fuck me," Angela pleaded, her ass-cheeks grinding down into the carpet. Needing no further encouragement, Jack fell forward on that soft needing body, worming his cock up against her readily pulsing slit until the blood-swollen head popped up inside her hungry vagina. From the very first thrust, the eager husband knew he had a tiger on his hands, a mewling, straining, clawing she-wolf who made anyone he had ever known look like a frigid old maid.

After only a few second's frantic action Jack was beginning to wonder if he would be able to handle his wife's long surpressed needs all by himself. Damn, she was a really hot little ball of sex today, he thought. Hadn't she even been fucking a dog when he came into the room?