George Perry - The willing wife

The panic of thinking he was losing her was too great for Tom and he didn't want it to happen again. He tried to reach down to capture her, to hold her down on his cock so he could release his juices. But Jan squinned out of his grasp and pushed him back on the bed, adding to her pleasure when she realized the control this position actually gave her. She lifted herself to the tip again, watching the agony on his face at his involuntary withdrawal, and the sudden relief as she slid down on it again. She slipped back up to the tip and down again, faster this time… and even faster the next.

"Oh, Tom," she sighed, and dropped to his chest, pressing her body tight against his and locking him firmly inside her. "Oh Tommmm… Tommmm…" she repeated over and over, gritting her teeth as she tried to squeeze the explosion from his cannon without success.

"What the…?" she said with alarm as two hands pressed down on her buttocks, driving Tom's cock deeper into her body. "Oh no!" she cried, knowing instinctively that it was Al behind her, but not knowing what he had in mind as he forced her into his favorite position.

The urgency of her present involvement with Tom became uppermost in her mind. She wasn't going to let anything deprive her of the treat she had worked so hard to build. She began a feverish assault on his cock to set off the explosions she wanted. Every muscle in her body seemed to be squeezing and jerking to reach a climax as fast as possible, fearing that Al would do something to make her lose it.

At that moment, as she teetered at the peak of excitement, she felt Al's moist tongue stab at her anus. She bit Tom's shoulder to keep from screaming at the sensation of it. And she found she was able to hold back the tidal wave of her orgasm by sinking her teeth into Tom's flesh… just long enough to let Al snake his tongue into her rectum… secure it there… and release the floodgates!

Al became more of an asset than a liability, she realized as his hands pressed down on her buttocks, forcing Tom's throbbing meat into her right up to the hilt. And Al's tongue worked that strange magic of his on the sensitive opening of her ass.

"OH AL!" she screamed as his tongue reamed the walls of her rectum. "I can't breathe!" she gasped, grinding her pelvis harder and faster on Tom, whose ballooning meat felt like it was stretching her insides to the very limits.

At the peak of excitement she felt Tom's huge cock roar inside her, the first shot of it drenching her insides and washing everything from her brain. She answered his volley with her own, giving it all she had, finally relieved of the pent-up tension in her aching muscles.

When she finally found herself breathing normally again, she wondered if she had passed out at the height of the battle. Her mind went blank, she told herself, but she vividly remembered the flood of Tom's cum meeting the tide of her own and the snaking tongue in her ass that was present throughout it all.

She felt Al's hands kneeding the firm flesh of her buttocks, reminding her that he was still there. And she could feel Tom's cock slipping limply from her cunt. Al's fingers dug into her hips and she felt him pulling her up and back.

Jan's ass rose as Al lifted it to the right height, while her head rested on Tom's chest. Al eyed the fleshy mounds, then separated the smooth, white globes and stared at the buttonhole he found so captivating. He loved the way it blinked at him, frightened by his threat of invasion. Without hesitation, he planted his blunt cockhead at the entrance and smiled at the increased fear his knob created there.

The pink bud opened as he pushed forward. It was a slow, agonizing penetration that came to an end with little more than the very tip of his cock seated. He panicked, realizing he'd never accomplish this feat without lubrication, and he was already feeling the surge of his cum boiling and bubbling in his balls.

Again he tried to push forward and couldn't. The thought of spending his cum with his cock precariously locked at the entrance to her deep dark tunnel was more than he could bear, and he quickly plucked it out, hoping to ward off the explosion. Then his eyes fixed on another bull's-eye a few inches lower and he buried his throbbing shaft to the hilt in the heat and moisture of her cunt.

"Mmmmmm… that's better," Jan cooed, pressing her cheek into Tom's chest and breathing heavily again.

But for Al, the swishing sounds of the combination of her juices and Tom's, stirred by his pistoning shaft, reminded him that it was the other entrance he longed for, and he could settle for nothing else. He jerked his cock out swiftly, taking Jan's breath away, and planted it back at her unsuspecting asshole.

Al's cock glistened with lubrication now as the spear ran up the tight sleeve with much less resistance. He groaned, watching it disappear between the globes of white meat.

"Oh Al," Jan sobbed, once again finding the strength to flex the muscles in that tight sleeve, to massage and milk his pulsing cock.

Tom's mouth closed over hers then and she heard Al's panting, animal-like sounds ringing in her ears as he delivered his sperm up inside the depths of her clutching ass.

Jan felt a strange, empty feeling in the house when she went downstairs to see about getting something to eat. It was getting dark and she realized she had slept past dinner. When she got to the kitchen, Tom and Al were going over some maps on the table and there wasn't any sign of anyone else in the house. Tom offered her coffee and toast, explaining that it was the only thing left.

"Pa thought it would be best if Al and I drove you to a spot where you could contact your husband," Tom said with a note of seriousness in his voice. "Everyone appreciates what you did, but Pa and Ma didn't want you to get any more involved in this than you have already. You know how Pa feels about lying. So he felt it would be best if you told the police everything… and just a little white lie about getting the money at gunpoint."

"Just don't tell them you did it on your own," Al added with concern. "Otherwise you'll get in trouble as an accessory."

"That's right," Tom said. "And Pa said it would be best if you didn't ask any questions or… anything… so you won't have to cover up or worry about getting caught in any lies trying to protect us."

Jan was too choked up to speak. She had dreaded this moment and wished now that she could remain with the group as David had suggested. But she listened in silence, taking the edge off her hunger with a piece of dry toast and the warm coffee. She knew there was no possibility of her staying with them and put the idea out of her mind.

This was it, she told herself as they drove in silence, feeling thankful that she was sandwiched between them for the last moments of her adventure.

Their final farewell came on a deserted road south of the old house. Jan's eyes filled with tears as she kissed Tom and Al for the last time and got out of the car.

"Just walk straight ahead," Al said through the car window. "You'll come to a gas station with a phone and there's some change in your purse to call your husband."

Then the car drove off quickly, leaving her at the side of the road alone, frightened by the darkness and crying. She remained motionless, watching the red taillights disappear in the distance.

The state police picked Jan up about an hour after she stepped from the car. She had called Charles and he sent the police to the phone booth to get her and take her to a nearby station. She went over the details of her captivity for the police, who knew nothing about her abduction, while they waited for the F.B.I. agents to pick her up.

Then she called Charles again, who had seemed too upset to talk when she had called him the first time. He was so anxious to send help that he almost hung up before she could tell him where she was. But on the second call he seemed to have gained his composure and sounded like the Charles she remembered.