Ron Taylor - Wife in the middle

"Is that your mouth, Caron, or did I take a wrong turn and wind up in somebody else's bed? I can't fucking believe it. You're really sucking me! I can feel your tongue floating around, and your mouth is full of spit. I'll bet that if I went deeper, if I gave it a nice big hard shove, you wouldn't even gag. You'd open your throat and take me as deep as I wanted to go. Right? Grunt if you want to put any money on it, Caron. Don't want to bet? No matter. You're getting it anyway, and… here goes! Oh, hot shit!"

He grabbed the sides of her head, lifting her slightly from the pillow, and humped his cock into her mouth for what seemed an eternity. He was true to his word. The head of his dong slipped into Caron's throat. She wanted to gag, but she couldn't. It wasn't that bad. She'd done this very act for Paul, more times than she could count, and the trick was simple. It had to do with breath and muscle control. Anyone could learn it, anyone who really wanted to. And now she was using her sexual education, using it for the pleasure of a man she hated with all her heart and soul.

He was big, thicker than Paul. Why didn't she remember that? Could seven years wipe out all those memories? But she'd never really sucked him when they were man and wife. She'd pleasured him in bed as infrequently as she could manage.

"If I'd known you were this talented," she heard him say, "I'd never have left you. You open any deeper, I'm gonna be fucking your throat. Would you like that, baby?"

He tasted salty, like ham, she decided, and when the end of his cock brushed the tip of her tongue, she could taste the faintest sampling of the jism that was already starting to leak from his pecker. His jizz? Once she'd have been ready to puke at the thought of sperm in her oral sanctuary, but that was a long time ago, and another Caron. She'd sipped gallons of sperm since the last time she'd seen Lou. It tasted good and she loved to drink it. But not Lou's. Oh, she'd show the cocksucker! She'd take his cum into her mouth, suck till he'd finished shooting, and she'd collect the stuff in her cheeks, under her tongue. Her throat would be shut off tightly, by God. And when he was done coming, when his cock had softened and slipped from her greasy mouth, she would look up at him. No. She'd get up, as soon as he was off her, and she'd put her arms around his neck and she'd give him the biggest wettest kiss he'd ever gotten.

Oh, what a kiss it would be! She'd spit his cum into his grinning superior face. She'd spit it all over him, every fucking drop of his lousy seed! And she'd laugh like a hyena while he turned purple and green and every other color under the sun, trying to wipe the scum off his features. Yes, Caron thought, the upper hand is coming back to me. But that would only be the start. When she was finished, his ass would be better off dead.

"Suck harder, baby, I think I'm almost there," he was telling her. "Jesus, you have a mouth and a half. Feels like two chicks giving me head at the same time. I don't know who taught you how to blow, but he deserves a medal. I think I came home at just the right time, baby. I've caught you in your prime. May not go away again. Suck in your cheeks. Vacuum me. Mmmm, yeah, I could sweep floors with that mouth of yours. Do it tight. I won't break. Mmmmm, Caron, honey! Did you ever see Jennifer Welles suck cocks in a dirty movie? You should. Oh, fuck, what the hell for? She couldn't teach you a Goddamn thing you don't already know. I could make you a porno star, baby. Would you dig that? Heyyyy!! That little twat Melissa was born with a dick in her mouth, but you could give her lessons. Maybe after we get this all straightened up, the three of us can shack together. You ever make it in a threesome, Caron? You'd dig it. Melissa is as queer as a six-dollar bill. She'll go down with anything. Man, woman, fag, dyke, German shepherd. She made an eight millimeter movie out on the coast where she jacked off a Shetland pony. The RSPCA has her on their permanent shit list, but she doesn't care. Come on, suck me. I can tell you're holding back a little. Don't hold anything back. Give it all to me, Caron."

She sucked obediently, her tongue moving, in circles around his thrusting cock. Part of her mind was repelled by what he said, and the images it created in her mind. Melissa. If anyone was born to jack off a horse, it had to be that little blonde twat. And part of her was strangely fascinated, top. She tried to conceive what it would be like, watching Melissa and the horse. It was a tantalizing thought, one that sent hot tingles racing through her body. Oh God, the hapless woman told herself, I shouldn't be thinking that! I shouldn't even be doing this!

"Open your throat, Caron, I want to fuck you deep and hard. Suck sweet, baby. Use your tongue. Make it good for me. I'm… easy, now, baby… watch those teeth… I'm almost… hold on, Caron, hold on… you're gonna get a mouthful… tighten that mouth… don't want you to miss any of it… lot better than blowing a pony, isn't it, baby? Get ready… here it… here it… coommmmmmmmmmmmmmmesssss!"

And his dick began to pump hot thick semen into her mouth. Caron wasn't at all ready, and her throat had apparently forgotten all about the master plan she'd prepared. The first gush of Lou's jizz went right down her throat, and she gulped it without even thinking. Her lips tightened on Lou while he kept squirting and gushing, his hands fierce and possessive on her head, and she realized to her shame and horror that she was actually drinking his cum, allowing it to pulse in viscous gobbles down her throat and into the pit of her churning belly. Tears invaded her eyes. She wouldn't even have her dearly cherished revenge! And she couldn't stop milking him with her lips. Her mouth tightened and sucked, and each time she pulled another spurt of cum poured into her sucking mouth.

"Good job, Caron." Lou grinned, pumping into her. She might as well drink his seed now. She'd already allowed it to happen. Grimly, Caron sucked and drank. The taste was bitter as gall in her mouth. And then her lower body jerked. Lou had reached around and, without warning, stuffed one of his fingers – the middle one, to judge from the feel – into her raw, itchy cunt!

She lurched and bucked under him, almost swallowed his stiff rod, right to the balls, and he fired the last salvo of his wad directly down her throat. His tool throbbed and pulsed against her tongue and when he came out of her mouth he was still hard as a rock. He tapped her mouth with the wet slimy end of his pecker and he announced, "Okay, Caron, now that we've gotten the preliminaries out of the way – let's fuck."

She moaned, her throat gurgly and full of jizz, and his fingers worked savagely in her pussy. Caron moaned and writhed, and she understood that, short of Paul's early arrival, there was no way she was going to escape being fucked too. Semen dripped from her mouth and she was trying to talk, but couldn't. Lou eased off her, still using his fingers in her cunt, and he kissed her sticky mouth. His tongue grazed the sensitive rims of her lips and she shivered on the bed. She didn't want him to fuck her. Oh, God, she couldn't endure the thought of being screwed by this man!

He worked his finger deeper into her cunt and her body convulsed. Sick, Caron realized that she was perilously close to yet another orgasm. Two or three more jiggles of his finger and she would – she would – she didn't know what she'd do. Lou turned her over, onto her side, and he lay down behind her, his cock pushing hard at the round cheeks of her ass.

"Open your legs, baby," he purred into her ear, and she realized that she had opened her legs, realized it as his cock began to slide up and down the cleft of her pussy, gathering momentum for its stabbing entrance. Her breath was ragged and her nipples ached. There was a drool of froth on the slash of her pussy and it bubbled as he continued to rub her, rub her, rub her with his throbbing pecker point.