Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"Like make a first-class whore out of her?" He made a clucking sound. "So you booted your first screw with Dan, huh? Looking back to the one time I tried to get in your panties, I'm not surprised. Remember? You went for the tit-kissing bit, you even let me touch your pussy through your panties, but the moment I whipped out the old business machine and showed it to you, the game ended."

"I remember."

"Cocks seem to turn you off."

"Not any more. At least, Dr. Dubois' didn't. I let him fuck me earlier this evening. I even climaxed."

"Taking one cock doesn't mean anything, little bird. You could still be afraid of them."

"I know. Only I don't want to be afraid of them. I've got to find out if I'm over this damn hang-up. Help me, Gil." Her voice turned begging. "Want me, Gil. Please want me."

"I do want you, Kitten," he said harshly. "I always did."

"Then take me… in every way."

He locked glances with her. "Every way includes sucking my cock, and taking it up the ass."

Breath caught in her throat. "I know."

"Have you ever taken a cock in your asshole?"

"No."

"Ever sucked a prick?"

"No, but I'd like to learn how. Dan seems to go for blow-jobs." Annoyance traced its pattern across Gil's face. He didn't relish playing the shadow role for any man. She said hastily, apologetically, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Gil studied her for another long moment. Then the cloud passed from his face, and he reached for her. Arms tightened, cock stiffened. His mouth was hard and demanding, but the feel of it, pressing down over her own was enough to send shivers up and down her spine. He growled deep in his throat and started to grind his prick against her crotch. For a moment she was a little afraid, but the feeling passed quickly. Without warning, Gil started to run his expert hands up and down her butt, caressing her gently with his blunt fingers, making her ache and tingle all over with pleasure.

She sighed and coiled her arms around his neck, mashed her parted lips against his in a second kiss. Without having to be told how, she sucked his tongue inside her mouth, french-kissing him eagerly while her passion continued to mount…

Gil was lost now, caught up in the whirlpool of his own lust. He jerked his tongue out of her mouth, kissed her cheeks, her throat, her hair… all the while grinding his stiff cock into the softness of her right thigh.

"I don't want a leg job," Kitten said breathlessly. "I want to get fucked."

Gil laughed and stepped back to shuck out of his clothing. Kitten folded her arms across her tits and watched him undress. When he was naked, she took a close look at his stiff cock and compared it to Dan's and Dr. Dubois' before she said, "Big rascal, isn't it?"

"Most men are pretty well-hung."

"I'll have to take your word for it."

"Does the size of mine frighten you?"

"I'll let you know… after you fuck me with it."

"Spoken like a true wanton."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "That's right, and at the moment I'm a wantin' your big whang."

Gil laughed. Then he placed his big hands on her boobs and loosened the top button of her blouse. Kitten stood like a statue and let him disrobe her. Gil finished unbuttoning the blouse and helped her out of it. Then he unclasped the bra and bared her tits.

He smacked his lips. "Damn, those tits of yours look good enough to eat."

"So eat."

"No way," Gil rasped as he removed her skirt and panties. "The first thing I'm going to do is take the tip of my cock and tuck it between the lips of your tight little pussy. Then I'm going to start shoving it into you… until my cock-head goes so far back you'll be able to use it for a taillight."

His words excited her and made her say, "Tell me more, lover."

"Once I get at that juicy quiff of yours," Gil continued, "I'm going to start bucking like a fucking horse. I might even try to cram my balls in your tush. I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before, and fill your box with so much jism even your eyeballs will start floating… and after I finish cream, I'm going to jerk my cock out and make you lick and suck me into another hard-on. How does that grab you?"

"Wild," Kitten said as she sank to the floor and drew Gil down beside her. "Do your stuff, stud."

Gil did. He came up off one elbow and lowered his mouth to the peaks of her boobs. He sucked her nipples. First one then the other. He sucked furiously, and in a few seconds Kitten's ass was squirming all over the deck.

"Ummm," she murmured, "your mouth feels wonderful on my titties. Keep working. Suck me into a juicy come."

Gil permitted a nipple to slip out from between his lips and rasped, "Take my juicy cock in your hand and play with it while I chew on your tits."

Kitten needed no encouragement, for at this point she was so blinded by the inferno like heat in her cunt she would have done anything to please him. She found his hard dick and hugged it with her warm fingers. She stroked, clumsily, and silently wondered if getting stuck in her hairy cunt with this drooling sausage would make the world spin like a runaway toy top…

Gil stopped sucking and gnawing on her tits and crawled to a kneeling position between her widely scissored legs. He took his cock in hand and started to feed his throbbing meat to her burning pussy. Then he changed his mind and moved out from between her yawning legs. She stared at him and said, "What?"

Gil grinned. "I changed my mind about fucking your tight little twat. I think I'd like a blow-job instead… for starters."

Kitten sat up and stared at his hard-on. She swallowed hard. Doubt edged her voice. "I don't know if I can take that big bugger inside this small mouth of mine, Gil." She pouted prettily for a moment, then laughed. "But I'm sure as shit willing to try."

Gil stretched out on his back and laced his big hands behind his head. His cock stood proudly, swaying towards his belly like a young sapling in the wind. Beneath it the sac containing his balls was clearly visible, the base of his shaft surrounded by a thicket of dark, curly hair.

Gil grinned at her. "Don't just sit there looking at it, little one. Take my rod in your mouth and suck the milk out of it. Try it, you'll like it."

She scooted over against his left hip. "I hope I like it. Let me know when you're going to come."

"You'll know. Believe me, you'll know."

Her eyes remained glued to the tip of his swaying prick. Worry crawled across her face. "I hope I don't get sick when you pop in my mouth. I've never tasted cock-cream before."

Gil reached out and fondled her nearest tit. "You won't get sick, little one. Trust me."

"I do." She smiled shakily. "Tell me what to do."

"That won't be necessary. Just be careful with your teeth. Don't bite. The rest will come naturally. Let me see your tongue."

Kitten's pink tongue peeped out from between her lips.

"Good! Now take my cock in your hand and lick my knob with it."

Kitten reached for his prick with both hands.

She hesitated for the space of one or two heartbeats. Then she pulled his meat towards her and approached it with parted lips. Her tongue raked the underside of his knob, and she discovered that the taste was not unpleasant.

Gil shivered and croaked, "The mouth, little one. Take it in your mouth."

Kitten didn't. Not right away. Her mouth dropped and she proceeded to tongue his balls. His nut-sac was salty with sweat and the faint odor of soap, but again it was not unpleasant. She licked his nuts for a minute or so, then slowly worked her way back to the velvety tip of his dong.

"So much for the tongue-bath," Gil rasped. "Now how about taking my whang in your mouth and doing me up brown? Just keep your teeth away from the bone, okay? Use the pressure of your lips and tongue."