George Perry - The willing wife

"Like this?" he growled, jabbing his cock into her cunt first, then into the small bud of her asshole. But the tight tunnel offered enough resistance to make him linger there a little longer and he suddenly became fascinated with the tight fit of that orifice.

"Ohhhh yesss," she moaned, remembering a boy and his hunger for the feast her body offered at that opening.

"I'll be damned!" Charles mumbled as he watched his stiff rod sinking into the tight-fitting sleeve of her body. "Damned if it don't feel good… in there… never imagined it could be… done like this befoe… oh! Don't squeeze it like that! Stop that, Jan! You're squeezing the life out of me! Ohhh… Jannnn… what are you doing to me?"

"How's it feel in there, Charles? Does it make you want to show me what a terrible time you've had these past few days?"

"Your sucking the breath right out of me!" he groaned.

"Pull it out if you don't like it!" she cried back.

"I… I… can't! You've got me locked in there…"

"GO on, pull it out," she breathed, releasing her tight grip on his throbbing cock and straining her muscles now to expel him from the depths of her ass.

"No! No! Not yet… don't… oh, Jan! Why'd you put me out?"

Jan turned and pulled Charles onto the bed, pushing and pulling him until he was on his back and she had managed to straddle his waist. "You're an animal, Charles. But I'll tame you if it kills me!"

His eyes grew wide as he watched her fist his cock and start to impale herself on the threatening spike. He wanted to tell her how beautiful her body was, but couldn't swallow hard enough to get rid of the saliva that kept filling his mouth as he watched his cock being devoured by the hidden well of her body.

Jan smiled down at him and brought the full weight of her body down in one last, quick thrust, seating his cock to the hilt. She suddenly realized that she was experiencing Charles for the first time. Perhaps, she told herself, their sex life was just beginning. Like meeting someone new each night.