George Perry - The willing wife

Then, during a brief interval when her mind cleared of the fog and dizziness, she wondered why she had never fantasized about this when her days were filled with dreams of every other sex, act. But Al's driving tongue seemed to be reaching up through her body and was almost reaching her brain now, and the fog rolled in again. The thought of his tongue reaching straight up from her asshole to her head drove her to the brink of a breathtaking orgasm. She felt the tongue wiggle and squirm up into the red-hot walls of her shit chute.

"More… more… MORE!" she cried out, suddenly addicted to the sensation of it, then suddenly stunned by the realization that it was retreating, not advancing. "Oh Al! I want more… more… more…" And it was gone, leaving her grasping frantically for the feel of it, slipping backward from the peak of excitement.

There were a few moments of nothingness. But his fingers remained firmly pressed into her fleshy mounds, still spreading them wide apart, giving her reason to believe he would return to the meal when he got another breath. It seemed to take forever, she thought, but she finally felt the touch of it again on the puckered mouth of her whole and she sighed with relief.

It took several seconds for her mind to sort out the facts, but she suddenly realized the tongue was blunt and thick now, stretching the little opening much wider than before.

"Oh no! NOT THAT!" she cried out as it pressed into the too-tight sleeve. "Don't do it! It's too big! AL! It's too big!"

"I gotta do it," he moaned in answer to her plea, watching the thick mushroom head of his cock stretching the little bud of her asshole.

"You'll split me apart!" she cried back over her shoulder.

"But I gotta do it," he grunted, finding the task more difficult than he had imagined. But he continued to force the blunt cockhead forward, not gaining any ground in the process and getting a little frustrated.

"Soap it up first!" Jan cried, realizing he was determined to have her this way. "Soap it up, Al, so it slips in!"

He thought about that for a second, then released his gritp an her buttocks and turned to lather his thrbbing cock with soap. As an after thought, he dipped his finger in the soap dish, gathered a supply of the melted lubricant and, turning back to her, ran his finger up her ass.

"OH!" she screamed at the sudden invasion. "Please don't…" the finger popped out, "… hurt me!"

He planted the knob of his cock at the sucked-in bud and began again. Her sphincter muscle opened easier now and he watched intently as his cock penetrated the tight opening. The shaft slowly disappeared into the heat of her and he watched every inch slide breathtakingly into the furnace of her ass.

For Jan, the snail's pace advance was agonizing, filled with doubt and fear. The fit was so snug she could feel the popping veins and the throbbing pulse in his thick cock. Her throat began to constrict, and the further it entered the tighter her throat got, until she thought she was going to gag.

"Ahhhhh…" he sighed with pleasure, releasing her buttocks now that his cock was in the hilt. He slid his hands to her hips, forcing her tightly against his groin, enjoying the cushiony feeling the mounds of flesh created there. The muscles in the globes of white meat gave him the feeling they were sucking at his loins.

Jan sighed with relief too, realizing the cock was fully seated and she wasn't going to be split in half. She breathed normally for a few moments, giving her a chance to survey the situation. It was a filling experience, but she admitted the strangeness gave her pangs of excitement. She slowly straightened up from her bent position and the sensations it gave Al were expressed in animal-like sounds in his throat.

"How's it feel?" she breathed over her shoulder, squeezing his cock as she asked.

"Ohhhh… FANtastic…"

She reached down and lifted his hands from her hips, bringing them up to her breasts. Her body responded with pangs of new excitement as he milked the ache from her. Then, holding one hand on her breast, she slid his other hand down her stomach to the patch of hair between her legs, then deftly taught him how to bring delight to her clitoris.

"Ohhhh, yeah!" he groaned with new delight.

"Mmmmmm…" she answered.

"I'm… gonna… come," he gasped. "Don't move… don't move… I can't hold it if you move…"

Her attention shot to the thick cock filling her ass and she tried to imagine how it was going to feel when he released his juices in there. It drove her wild with the lustful need to know.

"Give it to me!" she cried, bending forward again, his hands still clutching at her, still milking her tit and toying with her clit. "I want it… I want it… give it to me!"

"Yeah! Yeah! It's… it's coming… yeah! Now!"

She felt the spray of his cum add new delights to the inner depths of her body, his toying finger bringing her quickly to the peak of her orgasm. But she held back the tide for one moment of final enjoyment, savoring every sensation and then giving in to the urgent need to release the flood of juice from her body.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" he cried as she squeezed his cock harder than she realized. "Wow! It's great!"

"Mmmmmm…" she answered, grinding out the last drop of pleasure. "Take it out… fast."

Al gripped her buttocks and quickly withdrew his cock, watching with fascination as the little eye blinked furiously at him. "Man! That was something!"

Jan turned the shower faucel and they both came down to earth when the ice-cold water shocked their senses. She quickly turned off the cold and turned on the hot water. And they got under it together to stop the chills from the first spray.

"I should have done that when you started to get ideas," she laughed.

"I've had enough cold showers to last a lifetime," he answered seriously. "But today well, you made everything worth… you know… worth living."

"It was fun," she said. "But now we have to think about tomorrow. Let'see if your clothes fit me."

"You know…" he said as Jan began getting dressed in his clothes. He paused for a second before continuing. "Tom is upset about what happened out in that field… He says you're too nice a person, to do what we did. I shouldn't even be telling you this… He's sorry. And it was my fault anyway."

"If anything happens and I don't get back tomorrow, you tell Tom that I understand."

Just before three in the morning, Jan, Tom and the old man got into the front seat of the old car and headed south. The air was charged with excitement and danger, she thought as they began their trip to rendezvous with Charles. She was dressed in Al's clothes and held a ski-mask on her lap for the final disguise. But the darkness that surrounded the car and the droning sound of the engine began to make her drowsy. Back in her room she couldn't sleep and now she couldn't stay awake. Within minutes her head began to dip and Tom slipped his arm around her so she could doze on his shoulder. The next thing she remembered was Tom nudging her to wake her up.

"You know what to do?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, suddenly alert. "I hide in the bushes until my husband gets there. He opens all the doors on the car and goes to the phone booth. When the phone rings, I snatch the suitcase with the money, dump the money in the laundry bag and put the suitcase back. Then I sneak back to the bushes and into the woods behind the station."

"It shouldn't take him more than five minutes to drive from where he is now to where you'll be," Pa added. "So the police won't have time to check the place out first. But you can be sure they'll be there by the time he leaves. That's why it's important that you get away from there as fast as possible. The fact that he won't know the money is gone will work for us. And I'll give him instructions that will make them think the next stop is the money-drop. They'll be more anxious to get to that point."