Marvin Cox: Swinging secretary

He thrust his prick deep into her cunt, crushing the tight, sucking rim with the base of his prod. He stayed inside her for a couple of seconds, then slowly withdrew. He held his body there, his ass in the air, before hammering back in. When be did, they both cried out with pleasure.

"Fuck me!" Sara grunted. "God, I love it when you fuck me doggy-style! Your cock feels like it's about ten feet long!"

Greg held her hips and pumped her backward, thoroughly impaling her pussy with his prick. Finally, he could take the torture no longer, and he began drilling furiously, each move faster than the one before. He was grunting, his eyes closed tightly, an expression on his face that spoke of pain.

"Goddamn you, you cocksucking whore, take it!" he moaned, leaning forward.

He kissed the back of her neck, then sat back up, slipping from the bed. He pulled her with him until her head hit the edge of the bed. Standing up and stretching her legs wide like a wishbone, he poked into her cunt with every ounce of strength he could muster.

"Like this!" he spat. "Take my big dick… just like this!"

Sara's cunt was growling for release, her cunt canal churning and rippling with towing pleasure. She held her breath for a few seconds, then hissed out a gasping moan, her climax storming into her guts with unbelievable force.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted, her words punctuating the delicious throbs that blasted her clit into a million pieces.

Greg shoved forward suddenly, his orgasm taking him by surprise. One moment his cum was churning inside his nuts, and the next it was spitting from the end of his prick. He yanked her fully off the bed, letting her head drop to the floor.

"Goddamn you!" he grunted, his muscles ribboned with a slick film of sweat. "Oh, baby… take… UNHHHHH!"

Sara felt her body go limp from sheer exhaustion. Never before had she been so totally drained. Her pussy was raw and swollen, her mind about to explode from the pleasure he was giving, that she was too tired to accept. She realized she had met her match, and she loved him for it.

Later they sat on the bed, holding each other in a tight embrace. For several moments they didn't speak. Communication wasn't necessary; their eyes told everything. They kissed and stroked each other, as if discovering love for the first time.

"Greg," Sara said at last, "have I told you lately how much I care for you?"

"About a minute ago?" He grinned. "But that was too long. Tell me again."

"Let me show you," she said, kneeling before him. She took his cock in her hands and guided the half-hard shaft to her mouth. Brushing her lips over the soft, smooth surface of his cockhead, she whispered, "I sometimes still think this is all a dream. A beautiful dream… and I don't want ever to wake up!"

"Don't talk," Greg murmured. "Save your mouth for better things."

He humped his body forward, sliding his cock fully into her throat. As his balls nudged her chin, he felt his dick spring to life. He held her head and leaned back.

"Suck me," he whispered. "Suck me all night. Don't ever stop. Suck me to sleep and lick me awake."

Sara bobbed her head back and forth, giving not only him pleasure, but causing her pussy to stir. A hot trickle of juice slipped down the insides of her thighs, burning into her flesh like acid on glass. She murmured softly, her voice lost in the mass of dark hair – a purring sound like a kitten over a bowl of warm cream.

"Yes, Sara… my God, yes," her husband moaned, his mind lost in the barrier that separated reality and sleep. He had thoughts of lying on a cloud, his entire body worked over by her hot sucking mouth. "Yes, Sara," he moaned. "God, yes!"

After she sucked him dry, she pulled his legs over on the bed and once again knelt between his thighs. For hours she sucked him, and even after he was dry, his cock hopelessly limp from exhaustion, she never took her mouth away.

"Greg?" she asked sometime in the night.

"Yes, precious?"

"I always loved you," she said. "Even when I thought I didn't. I'm sorry if I hurt you."

"I'd rather be hurt by you than loved by anyone else," he murmured, pulling her close. "I only wish…" he began, the words obviously painful to say, "…that I didn't… have to share you with anyone."

"Would you share me?"

"Of course," he answered. "If that would make you happy?"

"Then you will never have to share me. I'm yours, and yours alone."