Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"Your private seduction chamber?"

"Only if you're willing."

"Why not?" Kitten said as she slipped in ahead of him and flipped the light switch. "Dr. Dubois' two-ball remedy worked before. Let's find out if it works again."

"It'll work," Jason said as he locked the door and proceeded to skin out of his clown costume. "You might have to pump a little to get me started, but it'll work."

The webbing of Kitten's panties threatened to strangle her pussy as she watched Jason slip out of his clown costume to expose his flaccid cock. A frown wrinkled her brow. Could she get him stiff and ready for action? She damn well intended to try.

"Let's see what happens," Jason said as he trapped her hand and placed it on his dangling cock. "If it hardens, I'll fuck you. If it stays soft, I'll eat you off."

"I can do without the cunt-lapping," Kitten said as she stroked his dick and felt it begin to stretch and harden in her hand. "I'd much rather get my pussy massaged with this big sausage of yours."

"Keep playing with my cock like that and it won't be long before you get your druthers."

Kitten laughed and tightened her fingers around his now fully erect cock. "We're in business, Doctor! Start filling my prescription."

Jason smirked. Then he lifted his hands to her tits and hugged them with his hands. He kneaded them slowly, tenderly, and afterwards he opened the zipper that ran down the front of her bunny outfit. Kitten's glance lowered to watch her bra-less boobs dance into nakedness. Jason cupped them for the second time and his hands sent a hot bolt of electricity shooting to her cunt. She gasped, then told him how wonderful it felt to have him toy with her tits, that it made her feel creamy all over, and as she talked she continued to stroke his rock-hard prick.

Jason Dubois paused with his hands on her tingling jugs and asked, "You ready for your massage?"

"What a dumb question!"

Jason chuckled like a ruptured prairie dog and helped Kitten out of her costume. He forced it downward until it dropped down around her ankles, then left it there while he went after her bikini panties.

Kitten stood frozen and waited for Jason, Dubois to lower and remove her panties, to make her all the way naked. Impatience gripped her. She was anxious for him to bury his cock deep in the cavern of her quim.

She watched Jason's slightly quaking fingers crook and hook into the waistband of her briefs and tug them down over her unmoving hips. Jason followed the panties down to her ankles, and it was with great reluctance that she allowed his throbbing tool to escape her greedy grip. She lifted one foot, then the other, and momentarily her rabbit costume and bikini panties went flying across the room.

Jason remained on his knees. Kitten exhaled loudly, and sagged down beside him. She stretched out on her back, spread her legs invitingly, and whispered, "Do your stuff, Doc. Check my temperature with that big thermometer of yours."

He crawled between her open legs and admired her cunt for a second before he rasped, "One thermometer coming at you."

Kitten felt his swollen knob touch the lips of her twat. She shivered and murmured, "Fuck me."

Jason didn't. Not immediately. The tip of his prick moved away from her melting cunt. She held her breath, waited. Moments later she felt his fingers find and part the lips of her twat. He checked her cunt for wetness, took his fingers away, replaced them with his cock-head. There was a brief twinge of discomfort as he shoved his prick in. She thought his rod was all the way in her cunt it wasn't.

Jason hunched forward and stuffed more of his magnificent meat into her hole.

Kitten tensed beneath his pressing weight and begged, "Take it easy, lover."

Jason withdrew a portion of his cock, then slowly worked it all the way into her cunt until his balls touched her asshole. There was no pain. There was nothing except the wild howling in her cunt – the wild howling for a come.

"You're in," Kitten shrilled. "Now start fucking me!"

"Don't let me do all the work."

Kitten didn't. The instant his cock came alive in her cunt her passion took full charge. Her hips went berserk, and so did the rest of her body. She got with it. She coiled her legs around his rump and met him thrust for thrust. She twined her arms around his neck and mashed her jugs against his face. Ripples of pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being, her stomach churned in delight, and momentarily she was flirting with orgasm.

Jason's cock kept pounding into her cunt tunnel. Her tits tightened against his face, then slid down and away as he brought his mouth to hers for a kiss. His tongue slipped past her teeth and prowled among the moist sweetness it found inside her oral cavity. They frenched while he gripped her thrashing haunches and snaked his whang in and out of her pussy. It was madness. Sweet madness. It was sex! Kitten felt herself leaving the launching pad and blasting off into space, bound for the distant asteroid of ecstasy where she would momentarily go into the orbit of climax…

"Doctor, Doctor, your cock feels so good to me! So damn, damn good! Fuck me harder, harder! Pour the prick to me! Ah, I'm getting there! Whee! One more buck and I'm going to cream all over this sweet cock of yours!" Jason kept bucking.

His cock kept snaking in and out of her snapping pussy.

"Ready to cream all over this darling fuck-pole of yours!"

"Cream away, Kitten," Jason croaked. "I'm almost ready to get my own rocks off. Let's make a double."

"Do it. When Kitten comes, everybody comes!"

"Go, Kitten, go!"

Kitten went. Her ass-cheeks slapped against the floor as she hunched to meet his every thrust, and a few seconds later their bodies fused as they growled and shivered through a mutual release.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm coming! Coomminnggg!!"

Jason's fuck-juice scorched the inner walls of Kitten's cunt and drove her berserk with joy. This was it! The moment of truth, the mingling of juices! Her ass thumped against the floor, her eyes floated in their sockets, her thighs twitched, and screech after screech ripped out of her throat. Some of his sperm oozed out of her quiff and stung the crack of her ass. She didn't flinch. She didn't give a damn about the cock-butter stinging her pouting shitter. All she cared about was the wild sensations shooting through her system, the cock-juice gushing into her tush, and the sweet knowledge that she had been royally fucked into another wild orgasm by a truly expert cocksman.

She relaxed suddenly, and waited for the room to stop spinning like a toy top.

It did. Finally.

Jason finished getting his jollies and backed his peter out of her slippery cunt. He rocked back on his heels and watched her closely. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died unborn, for at this particular moment the doorknob rattled, startling them.

Kitten squirmed out from under Jason Dubois and scrambled to her feet. The doorknob rattled again, and then a familiar voice called through the timber, "Open up, Kitten. It's me. Max."

Kitten breathed a sigh of relief and unlocked the door. She smiled at Max and said, "What's up?"

The fragment of a wry smile tugged at the corners of Max Markie's mouth. "I just phoned the motel to check with the guy I hired to take my place for the night." His smile widened. "It's Dan. He's back from the mainland, and wondering where the Christ you're at. I think you'd better hightail it home before he comes here, finds you, and wrecks this fucking place."

Kitten laughed. It was a husky sound deep in her throat, and her tits danced in rhythm to laughter as she started dressing, then said, "I'm practically there, dirty bid man."

And ten minutes later she was.

The relief man was standing in front of the office when Kitten drove up. He recognized her convertible, pointed a bony finger in the direction of the gulf and drawled, "He went that away, Mrs. Hunter."