George Perry - The willing wife

"Don't do it," he gasped, trying to make it sound like a desperate plea.

His hot breath swept through her pubic hair and she lowered herself to rub his nose in it. And she could feel his tongue stretching out of his mouth, trying to get at her cunt, but she kept it just out of his reach, tantalizing herself as much as it tantalized him.

Then, still pretending it was all a game, she quickly turned her body to face his cock. Her eyes locked on the giant prong and she found she had lowered herself onto his protruding tongue without thinking and was being drained of her strength by the invasion of it. Then, slowly, without disturbing the sensations he was whipping into her cunt, she lowered her body and reached for his cock.

She could feel him say, "Ahhhhhhh! Mmmmmm…" into her cunt when she touched his hot, throbbing meat, and she got chills from the vibrations his voice caused in her pussy. A glistening drop appeared at the tip of his cock and she brought her puckered lips down to sip it away. His mouth and tongue instantly communicated the delight she was causing and inspired her to see how much more of a tonguing he could deliver.

"Mmmmmmm…" she breathed, slithering her tongue down the throbbing length of his shaft, curling on the way to get an idea of the thickness. "Unnnnggggghhhhh," she groaned when he whipped his tongue furiously around her dew-lined cunt.

Her silky hair was cascading down the throbbing meat and his body quivered from the touch of it. Then his tongue withdrew so he could catch his breath. She knew that at any moment be would release his cum and she quickly slipped her satiny lips over the cockhead to catch every drop of it.

Tom was gasping for air, his lungs burning from the moist heat he was sucking from the well of her cunt, and his brain was going numb from the need for oxygen. Then he worked his mouth and nose like vacuum cleaners, sucking up the taste and smell of her cunt and asshole.

The heat of his breath on her asshole and the suction of his open mouth on her panting cunt bathed Jan in pleasure she tried desperately to repay on his swollen cock. She kept her eyes wide open as she fed his sword into her mouth and reached fingers down to feel the big sac at the base of it. The tempo of his thumping meat quickened as she cupped and weighed the package in her hand, the short hairs fizzing out straight at the tingling sensation of her touch.

Then his cock recoiled and fired, filling her throat with his thick syrup, causing her mind to record everything in slow-motion. And with the first squirt of mouth-filling cum, she felt his tongue penetrate deep into her weeping cunt, gagging her at both ends. She wanted to scream out to let him know how good it all felt, but that was impossible to do with her cheeks puffing out from the flood of his spurting cum.

"Mmmm… mmmm… mmmm," she gurgled, taking the last of his cum and grinding his face into the junction of her legs for the last drop of her own orgasm.

"How was that?" she asked, turning to face him.

"I've never felt anything like that before," he replied, trying to put enthusiasm in his words, but finding his tongue too thick and fuzzy.

"See? There's no reason to go moping around with your tail between your legs any more."

"I won't," he laughed.

The sound of the door opening caused Jan to freeze where she was. She felt sure it was the old woman coming in to find her corrupting one of her boys. And there was little doubt about who was doing what to whom, she had to admit, sitting on Tom's stomach and waiting for the worst to happen at ahy moment.

"I just wanted to say goodbye," David's voice finally broke the silence.

"Oh, David," Jan sighed, turning to see him standing in the doorway. "Come give me a kiss, doll."

He ran to the bed, kissed her quickly and turned to leave. "I'll always remember how nice you were to us," he added before opening the door. "You're the greatest!" he exclaimed, and was gone.

The door closed and Jan felt a warm glow come over her. It was great to be alive, she told herself. Especially when everything turned out as well as it had with her. Though she did have some pangs of guilt about the selfish pleasures she got from her acts of kindness.

"You are the greatest," Tom was saying as she started to drift off in her own thoughts. "And I'm not just saying that because you're beautiful you're just great about everything. The way you treat everyone… the way you… err…"

"The way I let you seduce me?" she laughed.

"You always confuse me when I try to tell you how much I like you… other than for sex reasons."

"I know," she said. "I love to see you try to talk your way out of it and always end up back where you started."

"So you were trying to take advantage of me all along," he said, sliding his hands up her smooth legs to her hips. "The next time I rape you I won't feel so bad."

"Mmmmmmm," Jan purred with a twinkle in her eye. She lifted herself off his stomach to have a look at his cock, and was pleasantly surprised to see it standing at attention. "Come to think of it, I believe I was sidetracked in my attempt to rape you. But now… I'm back on the track."

Tom gulped when her fingers wrapped around his prick and his eyes widened as he watched her move into position above it. He longed to reach down and run his hands over her body now, but he knew by the intent look on her face that she wanted to be alone with his cock. The love affair was apparent by the way she handled it and stared at it with such longing.

"Mmmmm… my turn…" she purred, "…to take what I want!"

"Don't tease it!" Tom said, swallowing hard as she pressed the knob into her cunt and circled the entrance with the lightest of touches. "It's yours… take it. Rape it. Do anything you want… but don't tease it! Please don't tease it!"

"Shhhh," she whispered back, never taking her eyes off the blinking eye at the tip of his cock.

"This is my rape… suffer…"

From her position over the upright organ, it seemed much longer and thicker than she remembered it to be. Her fingers circled and measured it, and her slow-motion moves fanned the flames of desire within her body and made her hunger for it almost unbearable. This self-inflicted punishment, she told herself, would triple the final reward when she devoured it.

For Tom, the agony of her slowness was laced with fear. The fear of not gaining entrance, the fear of not being able to hold back his building climax and the fear of ultimately disappointing her. But he remained motionless, paralyzed by the sight of her intense longing for his throbbing cock, displayed in the way she looked at it and handled it.

"Mmmmmm…" she breathed, talking to the shaft in her hand as its blunt knob massaged her puckered, sipping cuntal lips. "It's going to be like sitting on a flagpole. A giant flagpole, with a big brass ball at the top. Mmmmmm… I can't wait… to sit… on this flagpole."

The waiting was nerve-racking for the boy, who was now convinced more than ever, by the apparent agony she was displaying, that it was a painful act for her. Then he found himself holding his breath as she started to impale herself on his cock.

"Ohhh!" she cried when the knob was consumed. "Unnnnngggg… unnn… unnnnnnggghhhh," she groaned as she slid lower and lower on the shaft. "So big… oh so big! And more to go… have to get it all… every last inch…"

She couldn't stand the torture any longer and brought the full weight of her body down on the pole, sending it scorching up her insides in one swift thrust, to satisfy her need to know its total length right now.

"Don't take it out!" he yelled with panic when she lifted herself back to the tip again.

"Ooooawwww," Jan sighed, not hearing his plea, feeling only the void inside her. Then she came down again with all her weight.