Sam Stone - Turned on wife

"Try treating me nice."

She wet her lips. "By letting you stuff your dong up my butt?"

He nodded. "How about it?"

Liz glanced down at his stiff tool. Doubt edged her voice. "I don't know, lover. That's a pretty big hunk of meat for this little girl to take up the old dirt road."

A suggestion of mockery lifted one corner of his expressive mouth. "Well, if you aren't woman enough…"

Liz laughed suddenly. "You raunchy son of a Greek dog, I knew you were going to say that! Not woman enough, eh? I'll show you how much of a woman I am. My asshole is yours – have at it."

"I can't. Not while you're sitting on the sweet thing. Let me see it."

Liz stood up and skinned out of her bikini bottom. Then she thrust her butt towards his face and said, "How's this, lover?"

"Not so good. I don't want to fuck your ass standing up. Get on your hands and knees."

Liz dropped to her all fours. "Better?"

Dan nodded as he melted to his knees and moved into position behind her. He fisted his cock and said harshly, "Ready or not, here comes the Greek."

Liz giggled and thrust her gleaming butt-cheeks back towards his hard-on. A heartbeat later she shivered as he placed both hands on her unmoving hips, and asked, "Ready?"

Breath hissed out of her in a long sigh. "Ready. Just don't hurt me."

"I won't." He tightened his grip on her motionless hips and worked the knob of his cock inside her pouting bung. "I won't."

Liz grunted. And then whimpered like a spanked puppy as he hunched forward and fed her asshole a couple of inches of his throbbing meat.

"Ouch!"

Dan ignored the sweat that ran down into his eyes and hunched forward once more. Gently.

Liz moaned like a sick wind.

He feared hurting her with his awesome cock and withdrew a little from her tight shitter.

"No," Liz said breathlessly, "don't take it out, Daniel. I'm all right. Your juices are starting to oil me. Go ahead. Fuck my ass. Treat me like the bitch you know I am. Ram that big dick of yours all the way in my ass and make my pussy jealous."

"Like this?" Dan asked as he shoved his rod into her butt-tunnel and brought his balls to a rest against the cheeks of her ass.

"Yes, yes!" Liz shrilled. "Oooohhh, that feels so delicious!"

He laughed, froze.

"Don't stop," Liz begged. "Wriggle your prick back and forth. That's it. Make me live. Pour that lovely sausage of yours to my asshole and give me a wild come! Ream me, lover, ream me!"

Dan released his grip on her writhing hips and palmed her tits. He kneaded them while he slapped the pork to her. He fucked her ass good. In and out. Hunching and puffing. Sawing through her butt hole like an insane Greek on a rampage in a boys' reformatory. He didn't miss a stroke. His knees ached and sweat ran down into his eyes to sting and almost blind him, but his cock kept worming in and out of Liz's asshole, and approaching orgasm made him oblivious to everything except his own pleasure.

Liz shuddered. And flirted with a come of her own. Her hips rocked, then went berserk. Her voice lifted. "That's it, lover! Hump me! Grind that meat in my ass and make me climb the wall! Oh, God, that big cock of yours feels like a telephone pole inside of me! I love you, I love your prick! Oh, Jesus, I think I'm gonna come!"

Dan's hands kneaded her boobs and his fingers found and trapped her jutting nipples. He wished he could take her tits in his mouth and suck on them, but in order to do this those boobs of hers would have to be between her shoulder blades, and so he remained content to fondle them and add to her pleasure while doing so.

"I'm getting there," Liz panted as her hips increased their speed and lifted him to new and greater heights of passion. "Faster. Fuck me faster!"

"How's this?"

"Faster!"

Dan tightened his grip on her tits and bucked her ass with his prick. Three strokes later he locked his dick deep in her bowels and groaned, "I'm coming!"

"Oh, sweet Jesus – me, too!"

They both shuddered. And erupted together.

After a minute, Dan backed his withering whang out of her asshole and sat on his heels to watch her. A grin split his face as he saw his sperm ooze from her shitter and splash against the blanket like tears from a one-eyed whore with a bad case of the blues.

Liz came to a kneeling position. More of his jizz ran out of her asshole. She shifted position to face him and grimaced. "You're a creamy old hole-hound, aren't you? Jesus, the way your sperm's gushing out of me, you must have come a gallon!"

She laughed and then she reached for his pants, one leg of which was dangling over the edge of the pool. She wrung it out and crawled over to him. She frowned at his shit-smeared prick and said, "We'd better clean you up a bit, lover."

"Yeah."

She wiped his cock clean, then dipped her head and took his rod in her mouth once more. She sucked him into a hard-on, removed it from between her lips and said, "No reunion would be complete without a pussy nightcap, Daniel. Do your stuff – fuck my cunt."

Liz started to drop to her back. A heartbeat later she scrambled to her feet and said, "Oh, oh!"

Dan blinked. "What?"

Liz snatched up her halter and covered her dancing jugs. "Company's coming." She pointed. "It's Steve. I recognize those wobbly headlights." She picked up her bikini bottom and stepped into it. A laugh ripped out of her.

"The way my luck's been running during these past few hours, I'm not surprised."

She reached down and flicked a finger against his wilted whang. "Cheer up, Daniel. There'll be other nights for me and thee to do our thing."

Dan gathered up his pants and shorts. "Yeah. Guess I'll just have to take a raincheck on your cunt, for the time being."

"Do that."

Dan laughed and crunched his way across the seashell driveway to enter his cabana. He went into the bedroom and found it empty. He went into the living room, got a fifth of rye from the liquor cabinet and carried it back to the bedroom. He drank straight from the bottle. Halfway through it he forgot about Kitten… and all about being mated… or angry.

Drunk, he stretched out on the rumpled bed and stared at the ceiling.

He fell asleep with the overhead light on to betray Liz Trent's lipstick traces on his tired cock.

The couch routine was out. Kitten occupied a chair in Dr. Jason Dubois' office while she stated her problem. She sat with her legs crossed, dimpled knees showing. She felt uncomfortable in the tall and distinguished-looking man's presence. It had something to do with the way he stared at her.

She finished telling him her problem and lapsed into silence. She watched the frowning man, waited for him to speak.

The silence went on for a few long-winded seconds. Then Dr. Dubois stopped making doodles on the pad before him. He smiled and leaned across his cluttered desk. His smile relaxed Kitten.

"I'm not a psychiatrist, Katherine," Dr. Dubois began, "but I think we can safely assume that your problem isn't a mental one."

"Meaning I'm not out to lunch."

"Meaning you're only human… and inexperienced in the art of making love." He paused, wet his lips, continued. "More virgins are turned into ice in a honeymoon bed than anywhere else, Katherine, and most of the time this form of frigidity is caused by impatience on the part of the husband. However, the damage can be repaired."

Kitten uncrossed her legs and stood up. She crossed over to the window that overlooked the Gulf of Mexico, feeling Dr. Dubois' eyes on her ass as she stared out at the rippling water. She spoke without turning: "What's the alternative, Doctor?"

"For repairing the damage?"

"Yes."

"Sexual therapy."

Kitten gasped.

"Shocks you, doesn't it?" Dr. Dubois stood up and walked around his desk, hands in his pockets to hold down the beginning of a hard-on. "It shouldn't. By your own admission, until yesterday you were that rarity known as a virgin, filled with the usual uncertainties that accompany most brides on their honeymoons. Too, you expected gentleness and failed to receive it. However, that isn't what really turned you off. No, blame that on inexperience, Katherine."