Don Scott: The hottest wife

A drop of cum oozed out the tip of John's cock, tasting sharp and potent. I tightened my lips around the knob, squeezing the hot flesh and scrubbing the tip with my tongue. Up and down I bobbed, sliding my face over the fat roll of blood and muscle.

"You're a real good little cocksucker, Amber. No shit, you really know how to suck a mean cock."

I twisted my hands in opposite directions, flicking my tongue in the tiny pisshole. John's breath wheezed through his nostrils so apparently I was getting to him.

"Suck my balls, cunt," John demanded, jerking my head up by yanking my hair. It hurt like hell but I tried not to show it. At this point I was sure that anything would set him off.

The tight, curly hair on his nutsac tickled my nose as I rolled my tongue over the big rocks. When both nuts were suitably moistened I tucked one in my mouth. John's smoldering cock rested against my forehead as my nose pressed in that little space between his nuts and cock.

I stroked the entire length of John's cock, tightening my grip slightly when I reached the cockhead. Maybe once his massive balls exploded all that pent-up cum, he would release me unharmed. With that in mind I nursed on the egg shaped nut and serviced John's cock with my hand, working my fingers over every inch of rigid meat.

"I've finished my breakfast, cunt, now clean the table and be quick about it."

I cleared the table faster than I ever had before. John eyed my every move, taking in the swinging tits with their cherry nipples and my pink-slitted twat. When I finished he led me into the bedroom, motioning for me to remain standing while he sat on the edge of the bed.

John reached between my thighs, running his middle finger up and down my snatch. I felt a strange tinge each time his finger rubbed against my clit. I didn't want to respond to his caresses, but I couldn't control my body's reactions.

"You're getting wet. My, my, my! You really are a hot little slut!" John studied my face as he eased his finger between my pussylips and up my snatch. He pushed his finger deep into me until his palm rested against my crotch, then pulled his finger out, nice and gentle.

"Suck my finger," he said, holding his hand up to my face. "Find out what your cunt tastes like."

I held his hand by the wrist, closed my eyes and puckered my lips around John's middle finger. The cunt juice tasted mild and pleasant. I sucked on his finger, moving my head back and forth, glad that John's attitude toward me was more sexual than violent. Also, it was the first time I had ever tasted my own juice and I liked it.

"Now I want you to play with your pussy. Spread those pink lips and let me see you finger yourself."

With one hand I spread my puffy cuntlips and with the other I rubbed my hard, juicy clit. Since my fingernails are very long I had to be careful not to hurt myself as I pushed one up my snatch.

"Ohhhhh," I hissed softly, feeling a warm glow building in my body. I pushed my finger hard in me, trying to jam it in as far as possible. John watched my progress with wide, excited eyes. His big cock twitched and jerked, standing straight out from his body.

Deeper, harder, faster I stabbed in my twat, feeling the rising tide of an orgasm approach me. My hips undulated by their own will as my finger jerked frantically to and fro. Soft, squishy noises came from my cunt as it oozed thick, clear oil on my finger and hand.

"Oh, John, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum on my own hand," I sighed, looking down between my trembling tits to see my finger jabbing in my dewy slit.

"On your knees! Suck my cock, you dirty cunt, while you finger yourself off!"

This time I really wanted to suck his big tool. Dropping to my knees, sitting on my ankles, I grabbed the heated prick and aimed it at my open mouth. My lips stretched massively, making room for the bulbous prickhead as I lowered my face over it. His cum leaked out onto my tongue more quickly than before. The tip beat harder, throbbing lustfully on my tongue.

"Finger your asshole! Do it quick, you dirty bitch!"

I pulled my finger from my twat and reached around my side to coat my bunghole with cuntjuice. Though I had often thought of getting cornholed I had never taken a finger up my ass. Releasing John's cock, I used that hand to tantalize my clit while I cautiously tested my asshole's ability to accept my finger.

Within seconds I had both hands stabbing frantically, one jerking a finger in and out my overheated quim, the other plunging up my virgin bunghole. To feel something wedged in my ass was a new, sultry experience for me and one that I enjoyed more than I dreamed I would.

"Mmmmmmmm! Arrggggggg!" I groaned, thrashing my head over John's cock. I tightened my lips around it, urging it to spit out his passion over my tongue. My hair brushed over his naked thighs as the hard nipples rubbed against the bed.

My body quivered, trembled, shook fiercely and then I reached my peak. Cum streamed from my pussy, flowing down the inside of my thighs and soaking my hand. I momentarily stopped sucking on John's tool, just letting it rest in the moist warmth of my mouth.

Even before my cum had finished John picked me up and threw me belly down on the bed. At that point I was so crazy with lust I didn't give a damn who or what he was, I just wanted to feel the delicious orgasm take control of my body.

At the same moment I jammed a finger in my twat John's cockhead pushed through the tight opening of my bunghole.

"Nooooo! John, you'll killing me!" I screamed, my fantastic cum having been cut short with the searing pain in my butt. I felt John's muscular chest press down on my back, heaving and sweating with his exertion. His hot breath burned against the side of my face as his unyielding cock was thrust full-length up my ass. Bright, flashing colors burst in my head as I went crazy with pain. John's cock was just too big, too hard for my tiny, virgin ass to accept. I tried to twist away from his heaving body but his weight was too great for inc.

John's hips smacked against my firm, tortured butt as he bore into me, driving me down on the mattress. The big, cum-laden balls flopped against the inside of my thighs, jumping with anticipation.

"I'm gonna cum. You beautiful bitch, I'm gonna cum!"

"Don't! You're tearing me apart! Stop, please! Let me suck you off, John! I'll suck you off!" The agonizing pain in my backside subsided only marginally when I felt John's cock jerk and pump his cum up my bunghole. His prick rammed into me, seemingly tearing my ass apart as he tilled my ass with his spunk.

Finally his balls released everything they had and John rested on top of me, his chest heaving for air, his cheek pressed down against mine.

"If you tell anyone about this," John panted, "I'll kill you and your husband."

"I won't tell anyone. I'd be too embarrassed to tell anyone about this. I feet so ashamed."

John stayed on top of me for a long time, his massive cock slowly shrinking in size until it slipped from my ass. He kissed me on the back of the neck, then got up and left the room. I stayed there on the bed, feeling John's warm cum inside me, wondering what had just happened to me. I wanted to cry because I had been so terribly violated, but I just couldn't. The pain in my bunghole had dwindled to just the memory of a hot, urgent cock plowing up me until a big load of my rapist's wad was squirted. I wanted to cry, but the memory of my own orgasm kept me from crying. I recalled how my neglected body had responded to John's fingers. I tasted his cock in my mouth and remembered how I had dropped down on it, wanting it to jerk and pump his cum against my tongue. No, I wouldn't tell the police about what John had done to me. Perhaps, though I really didn't know it, he had done exactly what I had been afraid to ask him to do.