Rex Taylor: Overeager wife

Suddenly his tongue went stiff, the way Ted's cock sometimes did when he came upon Maggie unexpectedly naked, and he poked her cunt savagely, stabbing it in and out with quick, sharp strokes. Maggie jumped at the first punching thrust and she moaned aloud, for his fingers had seemingly turned to steel pincers, two of them snapping at her vividly pink cunt, the others squeezing her hair-fringed outer cuntlips. It was as if David's engine had been kicked into roaring life.

He used his mouth and his teeth on every square inch of her exposed cunt, and Maggie felt the preliminary buildup that announced the onset of her climax. This was how she liked it! Frenzied cunt-lapping, with plenty of fingering and sucking! She grabbed her tits and squeezed them like wet sponges, watching the nipples sticking out between her slim fingers. Her eyes closed and she reveled in what he was doing to her. That it was unconventional no longer mattered. What Belinda had been doing to Ted wasn't quite conventional either, and Maggie felt that she was entitled to this, even if she hadn't expected it to happen.

And then David's mouth drifted off her cunt, his lips kissing their way across her perineum. Maggie's ass jerked in surprise but she had never been in command of this situation and she was not in command now. David raised first one of her legs, then the other, letting them come down to rest on his shoulders, and he raised himself slightly, pulling Maggie's ass from the bed. She was jelly in his hands.

He was almost kneeling on the bed, propping her lower body up at a sharp angle, his knees pressed against her back. David's face was crammed into Maggie's crack and he used his hands to pull apart the cheeks of her ass.

His tongue shot out once more and she felt its soft wet tip knocking impulsively at the puckered, light ring of her manhole.

Magic squealed, for she wan sensitive there, so much so that she'd never been able to gratify her husband in his desire to fuck her. Every lime he had brushed the greased point of his cock across her jumpy. Maggie had shivered and trembled and wailed, and Ted, for fear of hurting her, had always shifted his attentions to the eager mouth of her juicy cunt.

"What are you doing?" she asked, although she had a good idea. David's tongue was pushing provocatively at her manhole as if he meant to thrust it right up her shit chute. Her fingers trembled so vigorously Maggie was massaging her cunt without know it, and the ripe mounds responded with throbs and tremors of their own. She could feel her heart pounding rapidly inside her body, pumping and beating as if it were trying to hammer its way into the open.

Again and again David licked his way across her manhole and up and down the cleavage of her asscheeks, tickling her in places she had never dreamed were ticklish. Ted had never done that – used his mouth on her asshole. He'd fingered it, and of course he'd tried to fuck it, but some squeamishness had prevented him from applying his lips to her manhole. Until tonight, when David had begun to do precisely that, Maggie had never even noticed the omission.

As the first bubbling orgasm rippled through her cunt, however, she knew she'd found a virginal erogenous zone and a marvelous way of stimulating it. Ted would have to learn to touch her there, just as David was doing. After what she'd seen of him and it was the least her husband could do to make amends.

David palmed her cunt, feeling the quivers that shot through it, soaking up the juices that flowed forth. Maggie took delight in the sure grip of his hand and she felt a new shudder of ecstasy ripple up the path of her cuntal canal. He eased her ass onto the bed once more, and still clutching her cunt, he crawled up to kiss her mouth.

She gurgled as she sampled the lingering fragrances of her cunt juice on his lips and her mouth opened, drawing his tongue inside. She did it without thinking and, only when his tongue was thrust fully between her lips, did she wonder if it might not taste ever so slightly of shit. Apparently not. All she could detect was the aura of cunt that coated his mouth, and she licked and kissed at it hungrily, half delirious from her own sweet secretions.

His fingers toyed with her creaming cunt, squeezing it, rubbing it, and she felt two of them slip into the hot hole, slithering up her cuntal passage with no trouble whatsoever. Maggie squirmed as he impaled her with his fingers and she twisted her body to accentuate the sensation.

Two more fingers wiggled inside, spreading her cunt noticeably but not uncomfortably. Maggie twisted her ass and accommodated them with ease. Her cunt was young, fresh, and elastic. The four fingers inside her were bunched together, and really they were no more bulky than Ted's thick cock. And that, God knew, she had taken fully inside hundreds, perhaps thousands of times. Only when David's thumb popped in to join its companions did the pressure on her cuntal walls increase noticeably, and even so, the sensation was comfortably stuffing.

Maggie kissed him eagerly, playfully. She pulled her lips away, letting his tongue ooze from her mouth, and then attacked him with her nipping teeth. She bit his chin, chewed his neck, his ear, let her tongue glide along his cheek and upper lip, leaving his oral region even wetter than her cunt had left. And when his tongue tried to loll across her face in return, she mapped at it lovingly with her teeth, flapping it she sucked it once more into her mouth, and his face pressed close against hers, their open lips trading saliva back and forth.

At the same time she humped the hand that lay squarely upon her cunt, all its fingers thrust inside, and she wrapped a leg over to entrap it. He slid closer to her and she could feel the hard cock in his pants. In his pants? Good Lord! Maggie thought. He hadn't even taken his clothes off!

She broke off their kiss once more and purred into his face, "Come on, take yours off. Let me do you!"

His only reply was to jab his hand harder against her cunt. Maggie felt it move beneath her overlying thigh and she moaned at the delicious shudders that resulted from his finger-fucking. She squeezed with her thighs, wishing she could open her cunt to unheard-of dimensions and suck his entire body into her hungry cuntal channel.

Even as she contemplated that idea the shoving of his hand became more insistent. So far he'd been bumping her cunt with his knuckles as he finger-fucked her, but she felt her cunt yield slightly and before she knew it his knuckles were inside her hole, spreading it further than she had ever thought it could be.

And there was more to come. With part of his hand embedded, David kept up the steady reaming of her cunt and she felt more and more of his fist oozing inside her. A lump seemed to form in her throat and she had trouble breathing for just a moment. One careful jab and… "OH MY GOD!!!" Maggie screamed in a voice that should have made the ceiling above her crack and fall. David's entire fist was snugly, inescapably thrust into her cunt, filling her, causing her ass to shake in frightened panic. She unclamped her over flung thigh and spread herself as much as she could, fearful that he was splitting her cuntal flesh itself. Her toe clawed at the bedspread as it scooted across the mattress, but the more she opened herself the tighter her cunt became on David's hand.

"Take it OUT!!" she begged him, her fingers clawing and digging at her throat. Her cunt was sopping wet and he slid out much easier than he had entered. Maggie imagined that she could almost hear the sudden snapping as her cunt resumed its natural dimensions. Incredulously she reached down to touch her pussy, wiping a finger through the dripping juices that had made a swamp of her cunt hair. She looked at the wet finger, satisfying herself that she had not been ripped. The bed gave a yielding creak and it too snapped back into place.