Viola James - Getting Hubby Promoted

Even Tom was stunned by the sudden appearance of his boss' lust-hardened organ. His mind couldn't understand how his wife could have taken its huge thickness inside her tight little cunt… but he had to believe for the fact was that she had been fucked by this man the day before.. while he had fucked Gay.

Gay sucked in her breath when her husband exposed his desire thickened penis. She gazed warmly at his black-bushed groin and warm throbbing cock, and her mouth salivated with heated intensity. Slowly, with motions practices to perfection, she loosened her diaphanous wrap and threw it back upon the chair. She moaned in her pagan nakedness, and rubbed her passion-quivering breasts with her hands… she was alive and wild, and was totally beyond any control of modesty.

Tom panted and moaned, the sight of this bewitchingly naked woman making agonizing flare-ups of sexual fire fill his blood. Jill, captivated as she was by Harry's hotly throbbing cock and balls, could only move her hands across the sheet to the "vee" of her thighs and pull and prod her vaginal area through the material in an effort to assuage some of the consuming lust which was making her body an electric ganglion of thrills.

"Come," beckoned Harry to Jill, his face a mask of carnal lechery and his hand stretched out to her in summons. "I want you… now, my dear. And you want me. And let's leave Tom and Gay to their games of love while we indulge ourselves in the same. Come.

As if mesmerized by the sights and sounds which engulfed her, Jill could only whimper and respond mechanically. She breathed harder and harder, her lungs almost bursting, and faster her hands moved as they teased her wetly pulsating vagina through the cloth. She looked from Harry to his wife and saw that she was not alone in the lewd throes of self-masturbation… Gay's hands had left her full sensuous breasts and were rubbing her pink fluted cunt, her outstretched right forefinger a blur of frenzied motion.

No! Jill's mind screamed, but her brain was a whirling dervish of seething erotic desires, and the dual display of naked lasciviousness, and her own husband's complete arousal sent it spinning yet faster. But her resistance was useless, and she found herself pulling back the bed sheet and exposing her own fine and lusting body.

"Come.. come…" intoned Harry, stepping back a pace.

Jill crawled over the almost uncovered Tom, and as she did, the sheet fell down farther and her husband's desire-bloated penis and heavily straining testicles hove into view. Jill hardly took notice, for her senses were as if gauze had been placed over them, so great were her inner furnaces of unrequited craving. She took Harry's extended hand, and together they nakedly stepped through the door into the living room.

She did not see Gay's eyes widen in sudden hunger at the sight of Tom's thick waving penis as it stood proudly from his groin, or hear the woman's guttural cry of passion, nor even Tom's parting words to her.

"I love you, Jill… remember, darling, I love you"

Then Gay's tongue fell upon his eagerly jerking cock. She moved onto the bed and dropped to her knees, never letting her voraciously licking tongue slide from his lust-thickened pole of hot male flesh. She pulled away and Tom moaned as she bathed his quivering thighs with warm wet lappings, and then she touched the sac of his testicles lightly and returned to his long hard cock. She licked and licked… and then took the entire penile shaft into her hungrily clasping mouth. She sucked greedily and Tom forgot about his wife.

About what had happened in spite of his and Jill's fervent avowals to resist. Forgot everything in the world except the feeling which was emanating from his warmly suckled cock.

"You're more beautiful today than you were yesterday," breathed Harry Sommers into Jill's shell-like ear. "I can't wait to have you."

The two had made their way, completely naked, through the privacy of the connecting garden between their two cottages. Harry led the hypnotized young girl quickly into the bedroom of his cottage, aroused beyond belief by what he knew was going to happen. Jill would be aroused, too, from the surprise he had in store for her, Harry felt sure. Now, if John Barnett only carried through his part of the plan.

Harry eased Jill onto the bed, lay her gently upon the sheets, and then joined her. They lay together, breathing each other's passionate fragrances, and then he reached down and touched one of her now heavily quivering breasts. She sucked in her breath and shuddered, and mewled excitedly as he stroked the sloping plane and teased the cherry colored nipple to erectness. His other hand moved to the "vee" of her loins, felt the moistness of her secretions, slipped his outstretched middle finger along the damp, pink furrow tentatively… and then with increased fervor she moaned and twisted, spreading her thighs with one leg straight out upon the sheets and the other bent upright.

Harry located the distended tip of her tiny quaking clitoris and tantalized it for a moment, then returned to the warmly throbbing cavern of her cunt. He slid his finger inside, letting the wet, muscled walls of her vaginal tunnel close around it and seemingly suck on it as though for nourishment. Against her ear, he whispered:

"Touch me, Jill. Touch my cock. Reach down and feel me as I am feeling you."

She obeyed, as she had obeyed his order to follow him to his bed. Mindlessly, without thought of consequences to herself or others, she was his slave to do with as he willed, and he willed for her to feel his penis. She slid her hand down between their pulsing stomachs, past his hand which was fucking in and out of her begging vaginal slit like a long slender penis, and seized his hardened rod of flesh in her fevered hand. She slid her palm up and down the thick pulsating shaft, played joyously over its ridges, and strummed the smooth, rubbery head with her nails before moving back to grasp the base and caress his soft sac of throbbing testicles.

"Ohhhhh yessssss, Jill, that's it! That's it!" groaned Harry as his own fingers churned faster and faster in her coral sheathed cunt. "That's so good so good… but I'll cum if you keep that up. I'll cum right here right on the sheets, and I want to be inside you for that. I want to fuck you now, Jill

I want you now..

"Yes," Jill heard herself murmur in response. "Yes, now… Fuck me, Harry, fuck me."

Harry removed his fingers from between her wantonly open legs, raised himself up and then told her to do the same. Jill thought that he was going to take her from the rear just as he had the day before, and she quivered with the expectancy of the orgasm it would bring. But then his hypnotic voice was whispering other, more licentious words into her panting brain, and he pressed the hotly pulsating head of his cock against one of her eagerly trembling ass cheeks.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Jill… I'm going to fuck deep and hard. in your anus! I'm going to push my penis up into that beautiful little asshole of yours… I've wanted to from the first, and now I will!"

"Harry!" cried Jill. "Please… no, not that! I… I've never had it there… It'll hurt! I know it'll hurt me terribly! Noooooo!" She geared her mind to the fighting of the pain… but instead, his first contact with the tiny puckered lips of her anus was one of softness and pleasure, and she was unprepared for it.

Harry had leaned forward and planted a warm wet kiss upon the soft, fearfully contracting opening to her rectum. He felt her quiver in fright and excitement beneath him, and he kissed her teasingly there again, then again. The young housewife moaned slightly as her voluptuously kneeling body trembled from the moist contact, and she involuntarily clenched her buttocks together.

Harry knew from experience that this was the time for patience, that she had passed the first stage of the ultimate conquest and now he must win her mind and spirit over, and it had to be done by the softness of touch. He dropped back and placed his thumbs on either side of her warmly soft buttock cheeks and pressed out gently. Bit by bit, the straining muscles of her tautened inner thighs relaxed, and as he watched they slowly parted before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. His eyes were at the same level as the rich red folds of flesh which covered her vagina, and he could see a slight moisture forming and glistening on the softly curling pubic hair, framing the pink mouth of her cunt. The odor was one of sweetness and it drifted enticingly out to flare his nostrils. A moment later, he swallowed deeply, for his thumbs had opened enough of her wetly pulsating vaginal lips to see the complete panorama of pink inner flesh, all smooth and pearlescent.