George Perry - The willing wife

"How'd you like to play with my cunt, Jeff?" she asked, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray she held on her stomach and then stretching over him to replace the ashtray on the night table.

"I'd like that," he gulped, eyeing the big tits as they passed just inches from his nose. He quivered from a delightful chill that was caused by the sensation of those short, curly hairs between her legs gently brushing against his hip. A reflex action caused his left hand to lift a few inches off the bed and brush over the fluffy hairs, giving Jan a chill similar to his own.

She was already above him as she placed the ashtray gently on the table next to the bed, but she discovered her leg had completed the follow-through and she was straddling his stomach. His eyes were wide with anticipation and he stared open-mouthed at the bushy triangle of hair.

"There's no need to be scared," she said with a smile. "It's just a velvet-lined pocket for boys to nestle their cocks in. So soft and delicious you'll never want to be without one. Go ahead, touch it."

He wanted more than anything to touch it… but for some insane reason, he was also afraid. His fingem began combing through the thicket, spreading the foliage to reveal a soft pink entrance that beckoned him on.

"Ohhhhhh… Jeff," Jan sighed as his finger came to the sensitive lips. Her eyes closed, but she knew he was spreading the lips with his thumb and forefinger to look inside, and the thought drove her wild. "Put your finger in, Jeff. Feel the softness… no, no, the middle finger… that's the way! Just think how nice it would feel to dunk your great big cock in that sweet softness. Mmmmmm."

Jan placed a hand on his, guiding his thumb to her clitoris and showing him how to stoke it while exploring her insides with the other finger. And it convinced her more than ever that the secret to her sexual desires was with young boys. She could mold them so easily. Make them do whatever she wanted.

"Mmmmmmm…" she cooed, encouraging him to explore and probe deeper into the sucking, squeezing cove. "It feels so good," she added, opening her eyes to watch his delighted, intent expression as he whipped pleasure into her cunt.

For a few moments she rocked back and forth on his finger, but suddenly realized a rubbery, ball-like object was pressing into the deep crevice between her buttocks. The sticky sap that oozed out of it warned her that he'd built to a climax in the warmth of that cleft, rather than where she wanted him to explode.

With a gentle press of her hand on his, his finger slipped from her cunt. She moved back a few inches, took his throbbing cock in one hand, and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, watching the expression on his face at all times, she impaled herself.

She marveled at the length and fullness of his cock. The exciting new position, with her on top for a change, excited her even more. And she loved the control she had over the penetration.

"Oh, Mrs. Latimer, I love you." He forced the words through clenched teeth and tried to keep his muscles from lifting him off the bed to meet the invading warmth and moistness slowly sweeping over his throbbing, panting cock.

"It's not me you love," she whispered. "It's the sensation surrounding that big cock of yours. You love the hot thrills my drooling cunt is adding to your virgin prick… making your balls ache with desire."

"Oh, yes, I love it… I've never loved anything better… in all my life."

"Then say what you mean," she said, tantalizing him with a slight withdrawal. "Tell me you want to fuck me… tell me you want to fuck the ass off me."

"I do… I do," he groaned.

"Then say it!"

"I want to fuck you, Mrs. Latimer. I want to fuck your fuckin' ass off… and suck your fuckin' tits off… and stick my cock up your asshole and… and everything else…"

"Mmmmm… I love to fuck and suck too," she cooed, once again slipping down the pole and loving the torture she created for both of them with her slowness. And she loved to hear them call her "Mrs. Latimer" too, she decided. It was a reminder of the difference in their ages. She didn't want to be a squeamish little girl again, afraid of every touch because she didn't want to get in trouble. She wanted to be just what she was: a housewife cheating on her husband and tricking young boys into fulfilling her wanton desires.

"Your legs are so smooth and beautiful," he began again, this time stroking her thighs as he spoke. "And I can't get enough of your ass. I wish I could tongue your asshole right now… while we're fuckin' like this."

The boy surprised himself with what he was saying and doing, but found it wasn't really difficult with Jan.

"There!" she sighed. "That big love-stick is seated deep in my belly… feel good?"

"You fuckin' well better believe it does!" he gasped. His groin hit hers as he bounced off the bed to make the point, forcing the air from her lungs with the extra penetration and almost setting off his stick of dynamite in the process.

But in that instant, when he thought the ultimate climax was about to take place, Jan lifted herself high off his groin, causing his involuntary withdrawal to the very tip of his cock. The fear of losing the prize was enough of a shock to halt the explosion. Her hands on his hips kept him from arching off the bed to seat his prong again.

He saw her eyes were locked on his cock and decided to see what she found so fascinating. For the first time he realized why she kept calling it a "big cock". It even seemed gigantic to him, with her sitting on the tip of it. And he tried to imagine what it must feel like to her when it was seated inside her. His eyes widened at the sight of her impaling herself again, watching the thick meat, with veins popping, slowly being devoured by her cunt. He quickly clamped his eyes shut. But even with his eyes clamped shut he could, vividly see the triangle of black, curly hair parting, and the pink lips nibbling away at his stiff cock.

Jan watched every inch of the thick, white, throbbing meat penetrate into the sucking sleeve of her pussy. The sight was almost as breathtaking as the feeling it created inside her. In her mind, fleeting thoughts flashed about, causing a frenzy that brought her to the peak of excitement. She bounced up and down, bringing her full weight down on his groin, sending his cock deeper into her cunt each time.

"Unnnngggg…" he groaned each time her full weight came down on him. "Unnnngggg… unnnnnggggg… unnnggg…" Then in a high voice, with a note of panic, "I'm gonna come!"

"Oh no you're not," she shot back, lifting herself high, withdrawing his cock to the tip, pausing long enough for him to overcome the crisis of ejaculation, then swiftly impaling herself again when the threat subsided.

"Let me come, Mrs. Latimer," he moaned. "Please! My head will blow up if you don't let me come! Unnngggg… unnnngggg."

"Mama knows best, honey-child," she managed to say. "Mama tells you when to fuck and when to suck and when to come."

"Unnnhhh… my balls hurt… can't hold it… oh! Please don't take it out! You're driving me crazy!"

But Jan paid no attention to his pleading and quickly lifted herself again. "Oh Jeff!" she cried, suddenly caught in her own trap and finding herself losing control of her own orgasm. "Fuck me now, Jeff!" she cried, coming down on him hard, then flattening herself on his chest. "Fill me with cum… fuck me forever! Ohhh, Jeff, I want it… I want it… all that creamy cum splashing around the hot, burning walls of my cunt… I want that, Jeff."

His hands gripped her buttocks, forcing her down with all his might, while he lifted himself up with as much force. He could imagine her nice thick black bush of hair pressed tight against his groin. He grunted, sweated. Jan was actually crying, gurgling, moaning and groaning in his ear. And he could feel her trying to mash that bush of hair into his groin. Then he felt the hot lava cum up through the shaft of his quivering cock. The first spurt rushed up the tube and found freedom in a waiting well of warmth. Again and again he shot his hot cum into her spasming cunt.