Frank Markser - The Next Door Couple

“Oh God,” Joan whispered, her eyes still closed and breathing hoarsely through her mouth. “Your penis feels so… so beautiful!”

“You, too, baby. Your cunt’s the greatest,” he said through gritted teeth. Wow, John could feel her deeper vaginal muscles going to work, squeezing and milking his painfully throbbing cock. The excitement really was almost more than he could handle when he made love to his wife, no matter whether it was oral love or fucking… always the same… so good that he had to use every bit of self-control to keep from. cumming at once.

He pulled his lust-hardened penis midway out, then stopped and stared down at his beautiful wife’s fluttering eyelids. Then, he rammed forward, thrusting it back in all the way, slamming up between her legs to the very sensitive tip of her womb with body-jolting force.

“Oh yes… yesssss… darling,” she moaned, “That’s it, like that! Fuck me… fuck me…”

John grinned at her use of the obscenity. In the beginning of their marriage, she wouldn’t use anything more vulgar than damn, but, when he’d told her he liked to hear her spewing out lewd phrases while he made love to her, she caught on in a hurry. At first, she said it quietly, seeming to cringe at each word, but that didn’t last long. Soon she was talking like a street whore in bed, and, what was even better, acting like one too.

Goaded on by her words, John began fucking up into her hungry little cunt faster and faster, forcing his long pulsating rigidity to go in even deeper up inside her rippling belly than before. At the same time, the naked young husband lifted her lewdly squirming buttocks up higher off the bed, thus allowing his sperm-bloated testicles to slain into the dampened crevice between her writhing ass-cheeks.

This woman was a special one in bed… and she was his wife, who really knew how to keep a man happy. It always pleased him to hear her low groans, her mewlings of lust, and her undisguised delight as he rammed up into her ecstatically clasping pussy with everything he had. It gave him a real sense of power, one that added to his strength, to the knowledge that this sensually ripened blonde was satisfied with him. Now, using an age-old rhythm, his hips moved up and down, and his penis pistoned in and out with strokes that shook her naked young body as his huge blood-inflated cock drilled inexorably into her hungeringly upturned pussy.

Joan continued to moan almost mindlessly in an unending series of rasps of delight under the relentless assault of his lust-bloated cock-shaft. Her groans were echoed by his own as she used her right hand to lovingly and gently massage his cum-filled balls… urging them on to even greater heights of glory.

“Ahhhh… ooohhhh… that’s beautiful darling… so good…” she crooned, her lust-contorted face dripping with perspiration.

John could hear her rasping breath, and could feel her nakedly quivering beneath him as her legs opened and closed continuously around his hips. An unforgettable ecstasy blossomed as the velvety sheath of her wetly heated vagina slid back and forth over the entire sensitive length of his hard-driving cock. Each time he fucked this wildly passionate woman, he was sure it was the best he’d ever had.

“Oh shit, baby… your cunt’s so tight… so warm and good…” John gasped.

Then, abruptly, he realized that things had begun to change with her. He felt her tightly clasping pussy begin to flow with hot moisture, and tiny little fingers of fire began a tantalizing massage of his lust-agitated cock-head. Close to climax, Joan’s breath had become even more shallow and uneven now, and she had both hands working at his back again… cupping his hard-tensed buttocks and forcing him deeper and deeper up into her wildly writhing belly.

“Darling… honey… I’m cumming I’m… ccccuuuu-uuummminnngg,” she wailed loudly, tossing her head back against the pillow and lurching upward with her pelvis with a strength that almost pushed him back off the bed. Then she simply exploded around him in a cataclysm of guttural gurgling sounds, uninhibited motion and violent abandon as she came.

Her legs locked around him like flesh-colored steel girders, forcing him in and out of her convulsively squeezing pussy, and her strength was such that he was almost incapable of moving contrary to her wishes. Insanely, she pumped her sweat-streaked naked body up and down on his long rigid penis as she came, then came again, pouring out her passionate release… again… her movements so wild that John couldn’t hold back his climax any longer.

He felt a sudden buildup in his sperm-swarming testicles, felt his throbbing cock-head suddenly growing like a mushroom, then the inexorable tingling and spasms began deep in his balls. “Oh shit…” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, baby. Here it cums… I’ll give it to you now… all for you…”

‘‘Yes… darling… cum… in me… cum in me… cum…”

she chanted, her voice trailing off into incoherent words as she orgasmed once more when his hot liquid release spurted against the wildly sucking mouth of her womb and flooded her vaginal passage with his thick lust-heated cum.

It filled her belly and then flowed like a lewd white stream of lava down past the still-pumping crevice of her buttocks to drip onto the satin coverlet. Her deeper vaginal muscles continued to swell and contract in violent rhythm around the sensitive head of his penis for at least two minutes after he had cum, and the exquisite motions resulted in the first tremulous beginnings of another erection. They both lay still, their heavily breathing bodies heaving in naked exhaustion.

John felt his penis growing as it slowly filled the tightly clasping sheath of her pussy, and he smiled to himself. He’d never seen anything like it. He could fuck her again and again and still want more. He felt a small fluttering in her vagina and knew that she, too, was beginning to feel his cock throbbing again deep inside her. But, too weary to move, they lay for several minutes until their breath slowed and their bodies calmed, and then they both began to move against each other again.

“Aren’t you getting hungry, darling?” Joan whispered, feeling his warmly pulsating hardness taking command of her aroused little cunt again.

“Uh-huh,” the desire-filled young husband moaned, “for more of you.” His head lowered to her lushly ripened breast, and they began, all over again, to climb the volcano of ecstasy.

All day Friday, Joan rushed around, finishing her chores in time to get to the airport to meet Aunt Sara. It was a long drive to the Los Angeles International Airport, and the freeway was sure to be glutted with traffic. At two o’clock in the morning, the trip from Newport to the airport could take perhaps fifteen minutes. This afternoon, it took almost an hour and a half.

Just as she pulled into the air terminal parking lot, Joan saw a sleek PSA silver jet slowly dropping down to land. She sensed that this was the plane that Sara was on, so she quickly parked the car and ran into the building. She searched for the PSA lounge and arrived at the gate just as she saw the raven-haired, stylishly dressed woman coming down the loading ramp.

She stared at the youthfulness of the glamorous older woman. My God, she thought, as she watched her saunter into the room hanging onto the arm of an obviously enamored young man about twenty-two or twenty-three, smiling up into his face as if he was delectable enough to eat. She’s really changed! Joan thought, she looks so much younger and a hell of a lot more exciting too! God! She even has a better figure than I do.

Joan saw Sara kiss the young man on his cheek, and then wave good-bye to him as he left the lounge area.