George Perry - The willing wife

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" she asked finally.

"Huh?" he gulped. "Oh… yeah… sure."

He lowered himself, pressing the large, blunt cockhead at the entrance to her drenched honey-jar. Jan arched up to meet him, trying to suck his big cock into her hot cunt. The huge shaft moved slowly into the velvet-soft den, driving her wild with its thickness. She imagined it was stretching her insides to the limit, which added to the sensuous effect of its slow penetration.

"I never knew anything that felt this good," he whispered in her ear. "It feels so hot and delicious in there… and you're so beautiful…"

"Unnngggghhhh," she groaned. It seemed like a giant spear had pierced her body and was coming up her throat. When she tried to speak, her voice seemed to be a series of gurgling sounds. And when his thick cock throbbed, her whole body screamed with delight.

When Tom felt her legs swing up and over his hips, and her heels come down on his buttocks, driving him deeper into her, he suddenly realized it was Jan who held them captive. His sexual fantasies hadn't prepared him for a situation where the girl actually wanted him. Somehow he had developed the idea the act was painful for girls and only men enjoyed doing it. But now his young mind was convinced he was in love with her and that she loved him.

"INnnnggggbhh," she groaned, gurgling deep in her throat and feeling him respond with greater lust. "Ahhhh… ooowwwww… OH! Unnngggghhh… mmmmm… good, good mmmmmm."

Tom didn't understand what was happening to her. He suspected he was actually inflicting pain. But her squirming, bucking body excited him even more and he could only grit his teeth and try to get it over with as fast as possible.

As Jan's orgasm peaked and she slid breathlessly dawn the other side of the mountain, she picked up the tempo of his throbbing cock. And suddenly she was faced with another mountain to climb, another peak to be reached and another gratifying ride down from the top. Without hesitation, she started the climb.

Serious doubts were creeping into Tom's head. He had been at the point of exploding for so long, he began to wonder if something was wrong with him.

"Come, you bastard," he mumbled. "Come, come, come… you sonofabitch."

Jan thought he was coaxing her on and she was lifted to the peak of excitement. She hung there breathlessly, waiting for the signal that he was going over the top so she could ride the thrill with him.

"You fuckin' bastard," he groaned helplessly. "Come, you sonofabitch."

At that she realized he was having trouble. When she opened her eyes, she could see the anguish on his face. It almost triggered her own climax, but she managed to hold it in check.

"Mmmmmmm," she whispered in his ear. "Just relax and let me feel that delicious cock inside me." The tip of her tongue circled his ear, then darted in teasingly. "You're the greatest," she purred, emphasizing the point with a slight squeeze of his captured cock by the aching muscles of her cunt.

"I want to come," he moaned, "but I can't…"

"Mmmmmm, that's okay… the longer it takes the better."

The fear of failure suddenly slipped from his mind and he relaxed, convinced she was the most wonderful woman in the world. He concentrated only on the sensations she was producing on is body: the slow grinding of her hips that caused a sensuous massaging on his deep-seated prong, and the teasing, tinging feeling her tongue was creating in his ear. Then he felt the volcano rumble and the hot lava starting to rush up the center of it, burning the inner tube with a stinging pain that brought relief to his tortured mind. That burning sensation told him there was really nothing wrong with his sex equipment after all. And the moment that first squirt of hot lava cleared the volcano tip his whole mind washed clean of any thoughts of frustration and concentrated on the delights the girl under him was working on his body.

With the first spray of his cum on the white-hot walls of her cunt, Jan slipped from the peak of her orgasm and joined him in the convulsions of a combined climax. His juices mixed with hers and they were both gasping for air, grunting, moaning and lost to the excitement of the moment.

Jan had to lock her legs around his waist to keep from losing him as he pumped his cock harder and harder into her. Shen she had him fully seated and securely held in place, she found herself on a breathtaking roller coaster ride of orgasms. The warm sun and gentle afternoon breeze, along with the trees, the open space, the sky and even the blades of grass tickling her bouncing ass, made the whole thing dream-like. It made her feel so young and carefree, she thought with delight.

"Ohhhhh, Tom," she sighed happily. "Ohhh… Tommmm… it feels sooo good… I love it, Tom. I love it."

"I love you, too," he gasped, squeezing out the last of his climax.

"Mmmmmmm…" she purred, and suddenly found his open mouth covering hers, with his tongue darting around the cavity in search of her tongue. The escape from reality was over, she realized. She could feel his huge cock soften in her juice-filled cunt. And she knew her ordeal would resume when that organ slipped from her clutches. But there was no holding the limp meat now, she told herself as she tried to respond convincingly to his passionate kiss.

"We'd better get going," he said, lifting himself back to a kneeling position.

As he helped her to her feet, she asked in a pouting voice, "Do I have to get back in that dirty, cramped trunk?"

"I'm afraid so," he answered. "But it's for your own good. Believe me. As long as you don't know where we're taking you, we can let you go when we get the money from the bank."

"Do you expect me to believe that I'm going to be freed, when I've seen all of you?" she asked with a sulking voice.

"I give you my word," he said. "I won't let anything happen to you. You know that."

After Tom hastily pulled on his pants, he helped Jan into her slacks, allowing her to give him instructions so they didn't go on backward this time. Then he led her back toward the car. The kids in the car stared at her with wide, questioning eyes. Al was leaning against the back fender, pretending casualness, but she knew he was anxious to ask Tom what had happened. She could only hope now that Tom wouldn't tell the boy about his error in judgment.

"How much time did we lose?" Tom asked as they got to where Al was standing.

"Almost an hour," Al answered.

"Then we'd better get the show on the road."

"I put some cookies and stuff in the trunk for her," Al said a little sheepishly. "I figured she'd be getting hungry before we got there."

"Thank you," Jan said, before Tom could say anything. She noted that Al avoided her eyes and felt that was a good sign too. She had even gotten to the tough guy, she told herself as they helped her into the trunk. It was a reassuring thought and she felt she could use him to her advantage when the time came.

As soon as the trunk was closed she began eating the cookies, trying to concentrate on some kind of a plan to use when they got to where they were going. But as the car began to move and she settled back into a comfortable position, she realized she was so exhausted she couldn't concentrate on anything. She found herself dozing off to sleep and tried to fight it. Then she decided a little nap might not be a bad idea. She'd certainly want to be alert when they got there, she told herself, and realized the muffled sounds of the car on the road had a hypnotic effect.

Charles Latimer's thoughts were back at the bank when he opened the front door of his house. He had decided to go home for lunch today so he could change his clothes from the trip and tell Jan about his plans for working late that night. It seemed natural, he told himself, that being away for a few days would require him to catch up on his work.