Sam Stone - Turned on wife

She straightened, bed the hip-huggers aside and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Max watched her like a hawk. She unbuttoned the blouse and shrugged out of it. She draped it across the back of a nearby chair.

Max walked up to her. "Turn around."

Kitten obeyed, giggled. "I'm gad I'm still wearing my panties so you can't get at my asshole with that big dong of yours."

Max chuckled and reached between her shoulder blades to unclasp the bra. Then he peeled it free and tumbled her tits into nakedness. He spun her around to face him, to watch the air rush against her nipples and harden them. They reminded him of miniature pink pricks in search of a faggot to suck them. He wasn't interested in sucking the sweet things. Not now.

Nor was Kitten. She melted to the floor and stretched out on her back. She smiled at him over the peaks of her quivering boobs and said, "You're going to get the last cherry on my body, Max. Have at it."

"Christ," Max rasped as he straddled her warm stomach, "I hope I don't pop before I get at those pretty jugs of yours."

Kitten took his hard-on and tucked it between her tits. A moment later she lifted her head and licked his huge knob, then said, "Big as you are, if I keep my mouth open while you diddle me between the boobs, I can get a suck each time you hunch forward. With luck, I might even be able to catch and swallow your load. How about that?"

"Yeah, how about that."

"Get with it."

Max did. He mashed her boobs together and felt them scorch his prick. He started rocking back and forth, and each time his whang popped into view, Kitten took a suck of it, making air whistle from his lungs.

"Keep doing that," he panted, "and it ain't gonna take me long to pop my wad."

"Do it in my mouth, not over my face. Let me know when you're going to come."

"I'm almost there… take me!"

Kitten lifted his bloated cock from between her jugs and took it in her mouth. Max groaned. Every inch of his body felt aroused, awakened to every sensation as her lips gripped his huge prick, and gave it a violent suck. His asshole tensed; his balls began to ache.

"Ah!" he said, nothing more.

Sensing that he was on the verge of eruption, Kitten cupped his balls in her right hand, then kneaded them with a determined, caressing movement of her fingers, her mind begging him to flood her mouth with a big load of cum.

Shock thrills of agony continued to shoot through Max's system like wild bolts of lightning as climax threatened, and continued to threaten. He forced his eyes open and looked down at Kitten's face. Her eyes were closed as her lips worked over the cock that filled her mouth. Watching her, feeling the pressure of her lips on his dick, added to the agony in his nuts and brought more heat to the impending orgasm sloshing inside his loins.

"Finish me!" he said through clenched teeth. "Christ, Christ, Christ, finish me!"

Kitten raked his cock with her teeth and made him groan, louder this time. Then the sound belching from his throat dropped to a weak gurgle. He felt his prick twitch, and a heartbeat later thick blasts of sperm gushed from the nozzle of his hose and splattered against the back of Kitten's throat.

Kitten gagged, then gulped, retched, gulped again. She swallowed his spunk and kept swallowing, until he finished shooting, and then she permitted her lips to loosen, causing his cock to make a wet popping sound as it jumped out of her mouth.

Max grinned down at her and asked, "Your first blow-job?"

"What makes you ask? Was it that bad?"

"No, it was good. But you gagged."

Kitten laughed. "That damn knob of yours tickled my tonsils. I damn near threw up."

"I'm glad you didn't."

"So am I. Losing that meal of cum would have ruined my whole day."

"You liked it, huh?"

"Loved it."

Max's cock was stiffened again. He lifted it with both hands and pointed it towards her mouth. "Would you like another batch?"

Her head wobbled from side to side. "Some other time, Max. At the moment I'm more interested in getting a come of my own."

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

He frowned. "Do you think you can take this dick of mine inside that tight little box of yours? Damn few broads I've made it with could. That's how come I started fucking them between the tits. I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Kitten said, mentally adding, I hope. "Come on, Max, fuck me." She lifted her ass from the floor. "Take off my panties and fuck me – fuck me!"

Max needed no coaxing. His trembling fingers clawed at the waistband of her panties, and moments later they lay in a tiny wad on the floor. Kitten spread her legs and purred, "Fuck me."

Max grinned and crawled between her legs. Kitten trapped his slobbering dick in her right hand, tucked the knob between the wet lips of her quim. She grunted as he rammed his prick home with one thrust and brought his nuggets to a rest on her asshole.

"I can take it!" she screamed as her hips came alive and started grinding away at the cock that filled her cunt. "I can take it!"

"Christ, I'll say you can!" Max laughed. "First woman outside of Liz who has in a long time."

Kitten barely heard him, for suddenly her mind began to spin like a top. Her heart hammered, her eyes closed, and behind the eyelids stars and pinwheels exploded against a backdrop of deep midnight. She felt herself being sucked into a vortex, held fast to the whirlpool's cone by a sucking force which was draining every ounce of reason out of her. She moaned and writhed and blindly groped for Max's mouth with her own. She found, pried his lips apart and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her legs coiled around him, her arms tightened around his neck. She sucked his tongue, dug long fingernails into his back, made him whimper. Their bodies fused; they grunted into each other's mouths. Then, suddenly, the vortex released her. She stopped sucking on his tongue, jerked her mouth away from his and panted, "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Max's body pounded against hers. His big hands stroked her tits, his fingers tweaked her nipples, and now she was in a state of complete helplessness. His cock hammered in and out of her cunt. Kitten moaned, clawed, and chanted obscenities that would have made a cab diver blush.

"Ram that big whang into my box, Max! Bury your prick deep in my quim! Go, Max, go! Fuck me, fuck me!"

Max looked down at her passion-twisted face and saw her eyes glaze, and then turn completely blank as torment turned into the sweetness of climax.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Aarrgghhhh!! Aaaaaahhhh…"

Kitten's cries turned into a long sigh as she tightened her legs around his butt and shivered her way through a delicious come. The tips of her boobs stabbed at his chest as she strained her crotch to his. Max's own masculine response was immediate, and a clock tick later he matched her explosion with one of his own.

A few moments later he lay spent on top of Kitten, his sweaty face buried between her equally sweaty tits, his cock still stashed inside her cunt.

"There," Kitten said as she felt his sperm drain out of her quim and tickle down into her asshole, "that should hold both of us… for a while."

Max chuckled and came to a kneeling position between her yawning legs. His softening cock made a sucking sound as it slipped out of her soggy cunt. He exhaled and said, "It'll have to hold me longer than that, Kitten."

Her brow wrinkled in a frown. "Oh?"

Max caught her hands in his and lurched to his feet, bringing her up with him. "Gotta boat over to the mainland and pick up a few guests who think that driving here over the toll bridge would ruin their vacation. Christ, I never saw anything fussier than a pack of tourists."

Kitten laughed softly as she located some tissues and proceeded to wipe away the jizz that was still oozing out of her cunt. "It's just as well, you old leech. I've got a jillion things to do before the party tonight."