George Perry - The willing wife

"Oh, Charles… lick my ass," she moaned in an almost pleading, begging voice.

He was breathing harder, he realized, and there were signs of life flushing into his groin. And the two matched globes of flesh seemed inviting enough to kiss, he admitted, pressing his burning lips against the firm, cool flesh. When he opened his mouth he could sense she was holding her breath in anticipation. He licked the spot, then all over one cheek of her ass, repeating it again on the other.

"Lick the crack!" she cried, bending forward to give him better access and pulling her panties down to her knees, to get them out of his way. "Please… Charles… lick it! I've gotta feel your tongue slither down the crack of my ass…"

Starting at the top, he slithered his tongue quickly down the crevice, stopping about three quarters of the way down. He was surprised that he had done it. It also surprised him that it wasn't as bad as he had imagined. He repeated the sweeping stroke to convince himself.

"Ohhh… yeah…" she cried over her shoulder. "More… lick it more! Spread my cheeks and lick it all!" She was panting with excitement. "You're driving me wild! I want you to lick it from top to bottom… then lick it back up again… right across my asshole! Please… I've got to have it!"

Charles placed his hands on the mounds of flesh and spread them, eyed the small blinking bud with indecision, doubting he could bring himself to lick it. But he closed his eyes and began the trip from the top of the crease to the bottom, just as she wanted, not skipping the little pink bud. Then he licked his way back to the top. Laura screeched and wiggled with delight.

He puckered his lips and, keeping his eyes open this time, planted a kiss on the little pink bud, opening his mouth to let her savor the warm, moist sensation of his breath. Then the tip of his tongue circled the opening.

"Oh… yeah!" she cooed, knowing he wouldn't disappoint her now. And when the tip of his tongue touched the ultra-sensitive opening, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. The floodgates holding back her orgasm seemed about to burst open. She could feel his wet tongue curl into a thin tube and penetrate the hot, tight tunnel of her ass. She held her breath, fighting off the rushing tide of her climax, to see how far his snaking tongue would penetrate. But the twisting, wet serpent was driving deeper than she could bear.

"Oh… ohhhhh… OH!" she cried out. "Give me all you've got. Fast… I'm going out of my mind… I can't wait any longer! Give it to ME! YEAH!"

He felt the vise-like grip of her muscles in that tight tube grip his tongue and hold it, while she bounced and wiggled with delight. And he loved it. He felt strong and confident, having driven her to a climax with his own manipulations. But the best part of all, he told himself, was the new erection building between his legs.

Laura squeezed his tongue from her rectum, turned over on her back and pulled his face into the flaming red hair of her drenched cunt. It took Charles by complete surprise and he tensed up as she buried his nose in the damp patch of hair. His lips were clamped shut as she started to grind her juices across his mouth. The frenzy of it, the aroma, the wild gyrations and the animal-lust sounds she was making swept away his inhibitions and he found himself opening his mouth to lick at the dew oozing from her panting cuntal lips. The girl's cries grew mewling and frantic as his warm lips encircled the clit, then his tongue penetrated her cunt with tantalizing stabbing motions. Laura tossed and heaved madly, tortured by the thought of what he could do with his snaking, twisting tongue.

And for Charles the intoxication increased. He'd never before felt such an insatiable need tearing at his loins and welling up in his chest and throat as he lost himself in the hot, clinging whirlpool. He stretched and flung her thighs even wider apart to fully open the way for his tongue.

With a frenzied convulsion of legs and pelvis, Laura screamed out the breathless warning to him. "Oh Charles, Charles… CHARLES! I'm coming I can't hold it back. I'm coming!"

Suddenly grateful for this signal, Charles reared back on his knees and lunged his body down and forward, sending the full length of his throbbing cock in and up to meet the gushing flood of her cunt.

"Nnnnnnnn…" she sighed in his ear, grateful for the sudden switch to the only instrument that could truly satisfy her.

Charles lifted his chest from her flattened tits and clutched her hips with his hands, digging his fingers into the flesh, and gave her every joyful inch of his long cock. He basked in the warm fluid rushing from her cunt, knowing that her first explosion was already giving birth to another. He slid his cock out again until only the swollen head of it remained to prod and tease her cuntal lips, the way his tongue had. But she quickly pressed her legs around his haunches, jamming him firmly inside her again. And he had to concede that he was in love with the feel of this girl.

He roamed his hands up over her heaving breasts, seized her by the shoulders and plunged his searing thickness straight up into the gurgling nest. She shot her little bottom upward, arching off the bed, moaning with hunger for his throbbing thick meat. But he forced her body lower in the bed and flipped her legs high over his shoulders, steadily spearing his cock more deeply into her.

Charles rode up and down on her, going crazy with the burning feel of his cock in her cunt. His concentration was total now as his hips pounded and slapped against her yielding flesh… faster and faster now… feeling her wriggle more fretfully… hearing his own cries mingled with hers… a tidal wave rushing at them that would soon engulf and drown them. Then he was coming, shooting his load of cum into her hot cunt, feeling her milking it from him, like she'd die without it.

They clung in silence for a long moment, letting the tidal wave sweep by. Then Charles slowly moved back and away from her, to gaze at the beauty of her face. He leaned down and kissed the warm, full lips. Without opening her eyes, she smiled.

"That was the greatest," he said, heaving a sigh of total exhaustion.

"But only the beginning," she purred back, opening her eyes wide and causing his groin to heave one last throb of delight. The fire and sparkle in her dancing green eyes told him she meant what she said.

Jan awoke with a start. The car had stopped and she heard voices. There was no telling how long she had been asleep, she realized with alarm, frightened now that she hadn't worked out a plan for this moment.

The trunk opened and she immediately spotted Tom, then an older man. Much older, she noted, with a thin, wrinkled face and balding head. He stared down at her with a stern expression that suggested meanness. Then a woman stepped up alongside him to stare down at her with the same stern expression. Judging by her age, she was probably the man's wife, Jan decided. She too was very thin, with gray hair pulled straight back in a bun. Her housedress was so old, Jan noted, that the print in it was almost completely washed out.

Tom reached in to help her out of the trunk, but Jan suddenly didn't want to leave the security of it. Then Al appeared and they practically lifted her out bodily, holding her by the arms while her legs wobbled uncertainly under her. She ached all over and was famished, which probably explained why she wasn't as frightened as she should be, she decided.

"Everything went just as planned," Tom was saying with a proud grin.

"You're late," the man said dryly. "Shoulda been here about two hours ago."

"She had some kid in the house overnight," Tom began to explain. "We had to wait for him to leave. And we didn't see her husband at all, so we weren't sure if he was still in there."