Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"One of us changed along the way," Liz said, jerking Dan back to the present. "It wasn't me." She smiled sadly. "After Kitten arrived on the scene, nothing stayed the same. Damn you all to hell, why did you have to fall in love with her?"

Dan exhaled loudly. "Why does anything have to happen?"

"You tell me."

Dan shook his head. "I can't, pussycat, so let's drop the subject, shall we?"

"Whatever you say, Daniel. How about some more booze?"

"I've had enough."

"Enough of what? Not sex, that's for damn sure. Why, that big cock of yours is so hard right now a cat couldn't scratch it. Want me to soften it for you?"

He made no reply.

Liz smiled impishly. "Kitten won't be home for a while. Come on, Daniel. Let's have our own reunion."

Dan laughed suddenly. "Know something, Liz? My first opinion of you was the right one. You really are a bitch."

"Only where you're concerned, Daniel." She reached for the zipper on his fly. "Now, let's get that cock of yours out in the open where I can get at the big rascal."

"Here?"

"Why not? I'm not bashful."

Dan shrugged. Hell, why not? After the way Kitten had treated him…

His fly zipper hissed in the thick silence and a whisper later his whang felt the coolness of the night and the hotness of Liz's eager hand. Without being aware of what he was doing, he undid Liz's halter and tumbled her big boobs into nakedness.

"I like that," Liz murmured as the air kissed her nipples into full blossom. "It's been ages since any man, including my husband, took the time to bare and fool around with my boobs. I always did like a tit-player." Her voice turned sly. "Would you like to take a tit in your mouth and suck it a little?"

"I might," Dan said as he watched her fingers coil around his cock. "After you do me."

"A fuck job?"

He shook his head. "A suck job."

"You want me to play a tune on your skin-flute?" A pleased expression crawled across her face. "Baby, you have changed… for the better. You never used to like to go that route before."

"I like it now. Do you?"

"Are you kidding? Baby, I've swung from more vines than Tarzan since Steve took the cherry out of my mouth with his."

"Are you good at it?"

"The best."

"Show me."

Liz did. Eagerly.

Dan watched her nudge his foreskin back and lick the knob of his stiff cock with the tip of her pink tongue. She caressed the underside of his cock-head, then looked up at him and remarked, "Your sausage is drooling like crazy, Daniel. I like that. The more the better. I love the taste of sperm. I hope you come a lot."

"I haven't had any complaints yet. I only hope you know your business. Most of the girls I met didn't know shit about sucking a prick."

"This girl does. You'll see. I'll suck your cock like it's never been sucked before. You won't leave here as a dissatisfied customer. When I finish eating your meat, you'll know it. I'm not like those hookers you made it with in the service. Liz knows how to eat her meat."

Dan bared his teeth in a wolfish grin. "Then Liz better start eating before she talks me into coming before she gets this cock in her mouth." He grabbed a delicate ear in each hand and pulled her slightly parted lips towards the glistening tip of his prick. "Blow me, babe."

Liz averted her head so that her lips moved away from the moist and velvety knob of his cock, but she continued to hold it in her hot little hand.

"Steady as she goes, Daniel," Liz laughed as she used her free hand to loosen his belt. "I want to get your pants down so I can really get my mouth on you. I'll suck your fuck-stick while I toy with your nuggets, and then I'll take those nuggets in my mouth and really make you climb the nearest palm tree. Humor me, lover."

Dan sat and let Liz have her way. A few seconds later he was naked, his cock jutting skyward like a post of flesh. He waited for Liz to make her next move, silently wishing to hell she would hurry up and put that pretty mouth to work on his whang. She did.

"I'm all set," Liz purred. "Are you?"

He fisted and shook his prick at her. "Does this answer your question?" His voice turned into a growl. "Hop to it, you pretty little meat-eater."

"Yes, master."

"Now, damn you."

"I hear and I obey, O Horny Master."

He gritted his teeth. "Come on, Liz, cut the shit and take my cock in that sweet little mouth of yours."

"I'll smear it with my lipstick."

"Smear away."

"You asked for it."

Liz's naked boobs mashed against his perspiring thighs as she stretched her jaws and took the swollen tip of his dick between her soft lips. Dan shuddered convulsively as her mouth tightened over his knob. He glanced down and watched the length of his whang worm deeper and deeper into her mouth, and then he sucked wind as she cupped his balls in her dainty hand and tickled them with the sharp tips of her squirming fingers.

"You're doing fine," Dan croaked as he pressed his hands against the back of her skull and crammed more of his cock in her mouth. "Now keep those hot lips of yours nice and tight and start blowing."

Liz mumbled a yes around his oozing prick, then compressed her lips and proceeded to devour his meat. There was no hesitation. He wanted her to suck him off and she was eager to suck him. He fed more cock to her mouth and sucked wind again. She made a small sound as the tip of his tool tickled her tonsil area, and then she did something that permitted his shaft to slither down into her throat. A moment later his balls came to a rest against her chin; he was all the way home.

He stared, shook his head in disbelief. There weren't too many girls he had known during his twenty-eight years who could take a cock down their throats the way Liz was doing, and now he knew that she hadn't been lying when she told him that there wasn't anyone around who could hold a candle to her when it came to playing a solo on the old skin-flute.

He tightened his grip on her delicate ears and encouraged her on. "Suck, babe, suck!"

Liz responded. She made strange gulping sounds in the thick silence. Noisy gulps. Greedy gulps like a starving calf feasting on an udder.

"I'm getting there, babe," Dan rasped. "Damn, am I ever getting there! It shouldn't be long now. Go, pussycat, go!"

Liz kept going. She sucked and gnawed on his pulsing dick until he erupted. Fuck-cream gushed out of his cock and spurted against the back of her throat, flooding it to the point of overflowing.

"Don't spit it out!" he croaked his fingernails biting into her earlobes. "Eat my cum! Swallow babe, swallow!"

Liz obeyed, making loud gulping sounds in the thick silence. Happy sounds. Lewd sounds. Gulp, gulp, gulp!

Dan finished blowing his mind and his nuts and relaxed with a heavy sigh. He thought Liz was finished with him; she wasn't. She let his withering whang slither out from between her lips, and then she attacked his nuts. She took one ball in her mouth and milked it with her lips. Then she did the same thing to the other ball. By the time she finished sucking and licking his nuts, he found he had a hard-on once more, and now he helped her to a sitting position and said, "No more blow-jobs tonight, babe."

She cocked an amused eyebrow at him. "Don't tell me you've had enough?"

He shook his head.

She pouted prettily. "Then why toss in the towel?"

"I'm not tossing it in, babe." His voice licked at her. "I want something else from you."

A muscle twitched at the corner of her slightly smudged mouth. "A piece of my pussy?"

"No."

"Then what the hell do you want, lover?"

"You might not go for it."

"Try me. What do you want from Liz?"

"Ass. I want to fuck you in the asshole."

She laughed. "Man, talk about war being a corruptor! A young man goes into the service liking nothing but pussy, and returns hungry for blow-jobs and tight assholes. Daniel, Daniel, what on earth am I going to do with you?"