George Perry - The willing wife

Charles reluctantly started the ritual. She had made him go through this before in a motel room and he wondered if it really did excite her. He thought about Jan as he stepped out of his pants and threw them to the heap on the chair. Jan was turned on at even the hint of sex, he told himself, wondering why this little tease had to be entertained. He also wondered if that was what attracted him to Laura and turned him off with Jan. Or was it the fact that he felt obliged to "service" Jan once a week, just to keep her contented and so she wouldn't get suspicious of his working late so often, that turned him off? He wasn't sure.

"Hold it there," she said, when he was finally naked and heading toward the bed. Then she reached back and aimed the reading light, like a spotlight, on his stiff cock. "Mmmmmm… that's better… much better."

The sight of her wide, dancing eyes devouring his cock made it all bearable, he told himself. And those full, pouty-red lips suggested a sensational thrill as he pictured the mushroom head of his prick entering the moist cavity of her mouth.

"Now take it in your hand and massage it," she whispered hoarsely.

"Oh really, Laura," he groaned.

"Stop being so difficult," she cut him off. "I want to see you hold it and shake it. Then when it's in me, I'll go wild with the thought of how it looks."

Charles took the shaft in his fist and quickly jerked it several times. He was so close to the point of ejaculation that he feared he might trigger the climax with his hand.

"More," she said, crawling to the foot of the bed where her face was only inches from his throbbing organ. "Turn sideways." Her hand reached out to turn him by the hip, giving her a profile view. And as he turned, her fingers lingered on his cool buttock, pushing him closer to his unwanted climax.

"In another second I'm going to pop off and come like this," he pleaded.

"Oh, yes!" she gulped. "Yes! I want to see you shoot cream from that giant cock!"

"Please, Laura…"

"Don't get your balls in an uproar," she said, smiling up at him. "I'll see to it you get what you want. And it will be twice as good when you're not so anxious."

He felt her fingers groping over his buttocks to the deep crevice and slithering down it, searching for the sensitive opening there. Then her other hand was cupping his balls and he lost track of everything.

"Oh, Charles," she purred, squeezing his balls tightly and cutting off his climax for the moment. "It's going to explode… and I love it…"

Her finger found the small opening of his asshole and squirmed into the tight tunnel. Charles found himself pumping his hand furiously now. Sweat was pouring from his body and his cock ballooned bigger. He could see her pretty face, just inches from his stroking hand, staring intently at the head of his cock. Her hands were busy creating havoc with his senses. Then her lips puckered and her tongue made a tantalizing sweep from one corner of her mouth to the other, suggesting she wanted to kiss him and then lick him.

"Make it spit, Charlie!" she shrieked. "Make it spit for me! I've gotta see that big gorilla-prong shoot… so I'll know what's happening… when it's inside my slit! Mmm… you big stallion, you bull… show me how it works."

Charles closed his eyes and felt his legs grow weak. The juices seemed to be getting a push from her twisting finger in his rectum. Then his knees buckled slightly as the cum started gushing up the throbbing meat. He felt her finger drive deeper into his ass and realized it was the way he had come down on it, like sitting on a spike, that caused the penetration. All the strength seemed to flush from his body, bringing him down further on her twisting digit. He loved and hated that finger all at the same time. It was an unusual sensation that he had to keep testing to see if he liked it or not.

"Ohhhh, Charlieeee!" she shrieked as his cock fired its first volley of cum. "I love it! I love it!"

Charles watched helplessly as his sperm shot across the room, landing on the green carpet that was only a few months old. He groaned at the thought, but couldn't stop. Another, then another glob fired in the direction of the first… four… five… six, he counted helplessly, while Laura's "ooowwws" and "ahhhhs" rang in his ears.

"Terrific! Terrific!" she cried, popping her finger out of his ass so fast it gave him a stinging sensation.

"Nnnnnnngggghhhh," he groaned. "Ohhhh… it hurts… so damn good…"

"You're great, Charlie! Terrific!" Laura exclaimed. "Wow! You really turned me on with that performance. You've got me all twitching and drooling inside."

"Great. Now it's too damn late," he moaned like a sulking little boy.

"Don't be silly," she purred, coaxing him onto the bed, where they knelt facing one another. "The best is yet to come. We've got all night… and you'll be begging for more before you know it."

At the moment he couldn't believe a word of it, but watched as she reached back to open her bra. She moved with deliberate slowness, her eyes dancing with delight as she watched the intent interest in his expression. When she unleashed the pear-shaped orbs, she saw the hungry look come into his eyes as he stared. Her protruding, hard nipples quivered.

"Oh, baby," he sighed, swooping down to capture a pink, bouncing nipple in his mouth, then hand-feeding the firm, smooth white meat in with it. His tongue fucked at the rock-hard tip before sucking as much of the tit into his mouth as he could, while feeling its twin with his free hand.

"Mmmmmmm…" she moaned, wrapping her arms around his head and stuffing his mouth with more of her aching breast. His tongue made a pulsing motion on the underside, while he sucked the ache from it. Then she eased it from his mouth and moved his head to the other side. "You make me tingle all over," she whispered.

Pangs of frustration began to build in his groin. Just moments ago there was only numbness in that region. Now there was some feeling. A new sense of confidence seeped back into him. This redheaded wildcat had a way of bringing out the beast in him, he thought, and he began sucking harder on her tit.

Laura leaned back, her legs still tucked under her, and supported herself with stiff arms. "Lick me all over," she moaned. And he immediately released the saliva-soaked tit from his mouth to lick a path up to her neck, around her neck, under her chin and back to her neck.

"Down… down… down…" she gurgled breathlessly.

Like an obedient dog, he licked his way back to her breasts, painting them again with a fresh supply of saliva.

"More… more," she coaxed. "Go down further… further."

His tongue traced a path over her stomach ann toyed with her navel. He lingered there. She had thrown her head back and closed her eyes, he noted with a quick glance, and was obviously delighted with his work. But he also realized he was running out of lickable skin. Then his mouth went dry! It suddenly occurred to him that she expected him to go further down, bullshit! he told himself firmly. There was a point where he drew the line…

"Take off my panties," Laura was saying. She was looking down at him with those saucer-big eyes and he went limp. "Take them off with your teeth… I want to see you take them off without using your hands."

Again he found himself obeying her without question. His teeth gently closed on the top of the black panties and started pulling them down. She straightened up to make it easier, but he still couldn't get them down without using his hands, he realized. But when he reached behind her to help the situation, she stopped him.

"Use your teeth," she giggled. "No hands."

He couldn't even bring himself to show his annoyance. He crawled behind her and started pulling the back down with his teeth. As the sheer garment moved down, he found his nose entering the cleavage between two mounds of glistening, white flesh. It caused her to shiver and make noises deep in her throat. With one hard pull he managed to get the panties completely over the mounds.