Viola James - Getting Hubby Promoted

"Well, my dear Jill?" he asked softly. "How did you like that?"

"Oh… oh God, Harry…" she managed hoarsely. "It… it was beautiful… " She was still floating and drifting, and her descent from the heights was far from being complete. The impact of her cumming was still strong on her brain.

"And what do you think of your initiation rite?" asked Harry, pleased in spite of his knowledge of his own prowess.

"I… I liked it!"

"I thought you would, baby," Harry said. "And this is only the beginning, you know, of the evening's festivities."

Only the beginning, Jill thought drowsily, satiatedly. Only the beginning. Yes, this evening was going to be one of the most significant in her life, for at its close the old Jill Parker would be dead and gone and long-buried… and the new Jill Parker would be forever inviolate.

Only the beginning.

Jill lay resting for a long while, luxuriating in the aftermath of her splendid cumming by the mouth of Harry Sommers, cradling his head on her lower belly and thinking how truly wonderful it was to be a free and emancipated woman. The room was silent around her for a time, and then there were stirrings here and there and some of the actors in this orgiastic play began to take new roles.

Jill watched as John Barnett crawled over to where Gay Sommers lay stretched out on her stomach, his glistening cock half-erect with newfound passion. He placed a hand on one of her smoothly curving buttocks and began to caress it tenderly. Gay turned her head, looking sleepily at him, and then smiled and rolled over. Barnett lay down beside her and began to kiss and lick one of her ripe, full breasts, while Gay toyed with his thickening cock to bring it into rigid erection once again.

Smiling as if with some secret inner peace, Jill observed the rekindling of their passions for a moment, then tenderly, she raised Harry's head from her belly and languidly gained her feet. She stood there for a brief time, swaying ever so slightly, looking down at the supine form of the man she loved, her husband Tom. He lay as if sleeping, his head turned to one side and his eyes closed, his right arm around the shoulders of the nakedly sensual Edie Prescott. Edie was curled into a tight little ball, like a contented kitten, her head resting on his hirsute chest and smiling a similar smile to that of Jill's. Tom's cum-glistening cock was cradled in the spent hammock of his testicles, and looked to the young wife as if it were a very fragile, very beautiful sculpture which had to be handled with the utmost of care, even though she pined for the angry hardness of it inside her belly and the intense pleasure it could give.

I love you, my darling Tom, she thought. I love you more than I love life itself and now we'll be together always. When we make love after this party reaches is culmination, it will be for both of us the finest hour of our lives.., but only the first of many, many such finest hours.

Jill touched him gently, tenderly, with her big toe and he opened his eyes and saw her and smiled with the same light of love which was in her eyes. His lips formed the words, "I love you", and then his eyes closed again. Jill, feeling tranquil and fulfilled, moved off toward the bathroom.

When she came out, Will Prescott was standing there with his thick, blue-veined cock at full erection. His features were split in a wide smile, and in his eyes was a smoldering fire.

"Hello, Jill Parker," he said softly, coming toward her across the bedroom carpet to stand inches away, the already lubricated head of his great cock almost but not quite touching the velveteen softness of her belly.

Her eyes lowered to the throbbing head of his cock as if drawn there by some unseen magnetism, and she moistened her lips.

"Hello, Will," she murmured, tightening the muscles of her chest so that her ruby tipped breasts were tautly upthrust on her proud, silken chest. She could feel the first tentative stirrings of a new arousal in her loins, and the tender walls of her cunt began to seep forth new secretions. Her nipples hardened into diamond chips, and she knew she wanted him, wanted Will Prescott and his big stiff penis.

Prescott reached out a careless, gentle hand and stroked one of her ripe young breasts with the tips of his fingers. She shivered. He traced a pattern from one breast to the other with his fingertips, then moved them down over her flat-planed stomach to the still damp triangle of her pubic mound. As he did so, he leaned slightly forward so that the unseeing eye in his cockhead was pressed firmly into the indentation of her navel. Again, she shuddered, more violently this time. Prescott's eyes never left her face; they seemed to glitter with some inner power like the eyes of a hypnotist's.

Jill's cunt had flowered wide with the juices of her renewed passion, and her eyes were locked irrevocably with Prescott's, making her a willing slave to his slightest whim. His outstretched middle finger was moving insinuatingly up and down the warm, wet furrow of her cunt now, slowly, slowly, stoking the fires in the young wife to blazing magnitude once again.

"Would you like to suck me, Jill?" Prescott asked very quietly, his finger moving slowly, his cock still pressed into her navel like a firebrand. "Would you like to take my hard, long cock inside your mouth and suck me and suck me and suck me until I cum?"

A third time Jill shuddered, much more violently now, and her mouth opened and she said, "Yes, Will, yes I'd like to suck you. Oh yes, Will, I would! I want to, Will! I want to suck your cock!"

Prescott smiled casually and put both hands then on her hips, drawing her down onto the soft carpeting at the foot of the bed. "Right here on the floor," he whispered. "Right here where we have plenty of room to stretch out."

Then they were kneeling on the rug, and Prescott leaned forward, still holding her hips in his hands, and kissed her. Her mouth opened and she accepted his tongue eagerly, sucking on it madly in a preview of what it would be like when she took his hotly throbbing cock between her lips. Prescott's breath began to spew jaggedly from his nostrils, and after a moment he broke the kiss and stretched out on his back with his legs spread wide and his huge throbbing cock standing straight up into the air from his hair-covered loins. Gently, he guided Jill to the kneeling position between his legs, his hands stroking her blonde hair, and she assumed the position he wished her to take. Her moist young mouth was poised above his trembling erection now, and her glazed eyes stared at the hardened shaft of male; flesh as if it was some incredibly beautiful monument almost too worthy of her attentions.

Her lips parted expectantly, her feasting mouth lowered, and her moistened tongue came into view. Her left hand came up to tenderly stroke his scrotum, heavy with his new load of cum. She massaged the base of his now gently jerking cock, encircled it in her hand… and suddenly her head darted down and her famished, moistly ovalled mouth seized what it wanted and needed so desperately, the only nourishment it cared about at that single, ecstatic moment.

Jill began to slowly suck his cock, running her tongue wetly around and around the warmly pulsating head. She teasingly put her tongue into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as if it had a life of its own and would gush forth at any second a great, never-ending fountain of creamy white cum.

Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the tree-stump like shaft of flesh now, sucking harder, her tongue swirling faster, and Prescott's buttocks twisted wildly on the carpet. His hands tightened into fists in her silken tresses, pushing her head down hard over his gigantic column. Jill could feel its hot spongy head batter against the back of her throat, but she made no move to alleviate the intense ramming pressure there, ovalling her lips to suck maddeningly, striving to draw the very essence of his being out of the little hole at the end of his penis.