Jason Cannon - Spouse in torment

Connie came, too, pushing the meaty flesh of her pulsing cunt into the younger girl's face, and squeezing her head with trembling thighs. As she sucked and swallowed the shower of juices from Lisa's tender pussy, she continued grinding her own hips to get all the relief she could out of the joyous contact with Lisa's sucking mouth.

"Oh, Connie, that was wonderful… beautiful," Lisa said, finally puffing her lips from the gooey mass of Connie's pussy.

Connie kept her head between Lisa's legs, gently licking the still flowing juices from her dark cunt. "It was beautiful for both of us," Connie said huskily. "I could come and just stay with you."

"I wish you could, too," Connie sighed, pulling her body around until their faces were close together. But Connie knew that would only happen when Lisa could get Ken out of her system. Maybe, just maybe, Ben would be able to help accomplish that. Then Connie would have the best of all possible worlds – Lisa and Ben.

"Do you have any customers tonight?" Lisa asked. "I'd like to stay."

"No. But I have a friend coming up. I'd like you to meet him, honey."

"A man?"

"Yes," Connie replied. "But Ben is a very special man."

Milt Harris held the receiver in his hand for a moment and then set it back on the cradle. He had a bad taste in his mouth after he talked with his wife, Nancy. But Nancy served her purpose. The young boys she brought home loved to fuck her, even though, with her narrow hips and tiny tits, she looked just like a teenager.

He patted his chest absently, searching for the pack of cigarettes he usually carried in his shirt pocket.

But there were no cigarettes. Nor was there any pocket. In point of fact, there wasn't even a shirt.

Milt Harris was naked.

And so was the young girl just finishing up her mysterious preparations for the evening's fun in his bathroom.

He left the phone and went down the short hall to the bathroom door. Through the thin wood paneling, he could hear the gurgle of the sink, and above it the throaty sound of the girl humming to herself. The richness of her voice brought the memory of her nudity strongly into his mind, and he rapped his knuckles against the door.

"Just a minute, honey. I'll be right with you."

"Hurry up," he said. "I'm getting anxious."

"Oh, me too, honey. But I gotta get all kissing sweet before you and me can get started now, don't I?" she laughed.

The sound made him think of her round breasts and flat ass.

"I'll wait in the bedroom," he answered.

"You won't have to wait long," she called back, still laughing.

He went the rest of the way down the hall and into the bedroom. His cigarettes were on the nightstand and he lit one up and pulled the ash tray to within reach as he reclined on the bed.

Nearby, piled on a chair, were her clothes.

Again he thought about the girl in the bathroom, about her lovely body. She had tried to panhandle him outside the hotel. All she had wanted was a lousy dollar, but she had turned him on.

She came into the doorway and stopped. He raised his head a bit to look at her large toothy grin was slashed across her face.

"My, my," she said. "Don't you look ready to go."

He stared at her. She was carrying a glassful of ice cubes in one hand. In the other she held a second glass of faintly steaming water and a washcloth draped over her wrist.

But those weren't the details he noticed.

Her breasts were beautiful. They were small. The areolas were dark pink and took up nearly all the melon-sized tits. Milt knew he could get all of one tit in his mouth, and his cock jumped and throbbed at the thought.

Her hips were very narrow. Her bones were visible as faint protrusions on each side of her flat tummy. She had a spume, sandy mat of cuntal fur. She barely had enough fur to cover her pussy lips.

He wondered. "You're not a virgin, am you, honey?"

She smiled. "Whatta ya think?"

He smiled, fisted his cock, and completed his inspection. Her legs were slender. Her calves were subtly muscled. When his eyes finally came back to her face, her smile had grown. "Like what you're seeing?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

"There's more and better to come. Wait'll you see me close up."

She crossed the room to the opposite side of the bed, and set the glasses and the washrag down on the table.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"Clean you off with," she said.

"Clean me? I don't get it."

"Well, honey… after all."

He grinned. "Oh."

"Didn't a girl ever do that for you before?"

"Not wash me, no."

"Hum." She made a face. "Well, some girls don't never wash themselves neither. But I ain't like that. I like to be all nice and clean. Then they can kiss me just about any place they want to."

"You mean, eat your pussy?" Milt said. "Yeah."

"Do you like to suck cock?"

"I asked you first."

"I'm bigger than you are."

"I love to suck cock. Most of the time it's better'n fuckin'."

He smiled again. "Then I like to eat pussy."

He wondered how many cocks she had sucked. But it didn't matter. Her body was good.

He rolled away from her until he could reach the ash tray and stubbed out his cigarette. When he dropped onto his back again, she was wringing out the washcloth.

"Well," he said. "There it is. Do it any way you like."

"There you surely are," she said, gazing at him appreciatively. "You don't see cocks like that every day."

"I bet you say that to all the boys," he replied, grinning.

"Oh, no, honey. Only to the men."

She dropped to the bed and folded her calves up under her, edging around until she was kneeling next to him. When she unfolded the washrag and gave it a shake, he felt tiny droplets of warm moisture spatter across his stomach.

Then, suddenly, the washrag touched his cock. He could feel her fingers through the cloth.

"We're gonna have us a whole load of fun," she said, chanting her words in a gusty, sing-song deep inside her throat. "You got all any girl could ask for, and this gal's gonna like it, and some more besides. You'll see, daddy… there's lots in store for you." She looked up at him with mischief in her eyes. "I'm gonna suck your dick till it's so hot and hard it can't help but shoot. Then I'll taste your cum and drink it down. I'll even suck your asshole for you, daddy. You'll like that. You like to have girls suck your asshole."

He listened to her as she went on with a smoking description of the fun she had planned, but he wasn't really paying any attention. The touch of the cloth against him was driving all reason out of his brain. There was nothing for him to do but let the cloth wash against him and let the tingling pleasure mount.

Something changed. He felt a momentary chill, and realized the rag was gone. He was about to open his eyes and look at her when fingers suddenly came to take its place.

Her fingers were slender and warm on his cock but he could sense a surprising strength in them.

His hands moved down to her knees and then back up again until he was cupping her bare buttocks. "You little devil," he laughed, and pulled her to him, grinding his hard cock over her belly.

She slid her hand between them until her fingers combed through his pubic hair. Then they found the root of his cock and curled around it. She squeezed, bringing a satisfying groan to his lips.

"You're big… real big," she said.

"Too big?" he asked.

"Never too big."

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"Anything," she replied. "Everything. Whatever you want." She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. "I've never had one this big before."

"You'll be ready for it," he said.

"I'm ready now," she laughed.

The girl was touching him now with both hands. She crooned on. "Nice honey… sweet honey… all groaning for me… and you're gonna have me, too… you're gonna have me, and I'm gonna have you, and we're gonna have each other."