David Martin - Loaned wife

Koenig brought one hand up from behind her and with it lovingly lifted one abundant breast to his lips. He fastened his mouth over her nipple, sucking and licking it enthusiastically. Her nipple blossomed fully in his mouth, pulsating with arousal.

Janet groaned and shivered at his knowing caress of her sensitive tit-flesh. With one arm still wrapped around her, Koenig guided her backwards until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed.

He eased her gently down till she lay supine, his mouth remaining glued to her resilient richly curved breast as he bent with her.

Koenig went to his knees beside the bed and kept up the telling movements of his lips and tongue an Janet's tits, working his way from one to the other and back again.

She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling magnificently under his ministrations. Her belly rippled, contracting with the pleasures the Koenig was giving her. Her hips rolled slowly from side to side, her elegantly farmed legs opening and closing in slow motion preview of orgasmic jerks to come.

Koenig slid one hand down over her bare stomach, past her navel, across the waistband of her faded, shrunken shorts to glide across the flat, taut expanse of her abdomen.

Janet brought one hand up to hold his head against her, to press his mouth more firmly into the soft, flowing flesh of her ripe, full tits while the other hand slid slowly down the hairy, heavily muscled length of his arm, finally coming to rest over his hand just as his fingers and palm slid between her thighs.

She arched her hips up in earnest, pressing her pubis firmly against him, reveling in the sensation of his hand on her cunt lips through the fabric.

Koenig began moving his hand, grinding his palm down on her clitoris through the tight fabric.

He slid his hand back up, running one fingertip beneath the flap of her zipper until he came to the end and deftly unhooked the snap at the waistband. Slowly, he drew the zipper down.

The flat, smooth expanse of her lower abdomen came into view between the ever widening zipper, and as more of Janet came into sight, Janet became more aroused.

She was completely lost in her lusts and desires, utterly abandoned to the need for a man's hands on her, a man's lips over her, a man's cock driven to the hilt in her.

The zipper reached bottom, and already some of the luxuriant bush of her pubic mat was visible. Long, smooth tendrils of chestnut brown fur, silky and curled, soft and inviting to a man's lips, poked out.

Koenig slipped his hand inside the tight fabric, wedging his thick fingers lower till they encountered the wet folds of her pussy.

His fingers immediately moved between those luscious extensions of blood-swollen, sensitive flesh, sliding down the length of her labia. His fingertips traced down until they came to the wrinkled, delicate flesh between her pussy and ass. Then he began bringing his hand back up, again skimming lightly over the soaked slot of her twat till they reached her clitoris.

He stroked her love nub, gently caressing the tip of the stiff, throbbing little shaft.

Janet gasped and jerked upward hungrily.

His head turned and he began kissing his way down between the sweet mountains of her breasts, in the warm valley of her cleavage while his fingers continued to work expertly at her pulsating clitoris. He kissed down over her belly, running his tongue into the tiny, dimpled depression of her navel, then continued to her abdomen.

Koenig slipped both hands up to Janet's hips, catching at the fabric of the open shorts and pushing it lower on her. She bowed upward, lifting her soft ass cheeks so the lusty man could finally remove that last article of clothing. Then she brought her legs up so he could pull her shorts off.

The shorts gone, Janet let her legs fail wide apart, offering herself without reservation to Koenig's hotly working mouth and hands.

His lips moved down still lower on her, and she could feel them moving in the upper reaches of her pubic forest. Again, it seemed to her as if he were speaking into her flesh, but whatever he was saying, it was working marvels inside her already overheated, long-frustrated body.

Koenig nipped at the crease of her thigh and Janet automatically bent her legs at the knees, pulling them still wider apart. Then she slipped one arm off the side of the bed and let it trail down over Koenig's powerfully muscled chest and hard stomach, down to the wiry growth above his shaft.

Her fingers finally reached his dick and she sucked in her breath at the size of it. It was every bit as large as she'd imagined it would be.

As she thought of having that rigid length of cock driven all the way into her hungry cunt, Janet let go another low groan of pleasured anticipation. She began jerking her hips up towards Koenig in short, sharp spasms just as his lips were working over inner thigh flesh to her quim.

"Oh, yes, that's it, that's it!" she cried as his mouth moved to cover her cunt. He sucked her blood-gorged pussy lips into his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the length of them. The tip of his tongue flickered over her thrusting little clit and Janet shivered at the shock waves of ecstasy he was sending rippling through her.

She felt Koenig's knee nudging her shoulder and she eased herself over on the bed.

Koenig climbed atop her, his thick, hard prick bumping against her tits, nestling in the softness between them and sliding back towards her face as he positioned himself once again for his muff diving.

She looked up and saw his hairy, dark balls throbbing over her face. Janet drew in a deep breath, savoring the musky male odor. She brought her own hands up to his hips and guided him still farther back over her.

He knelt with his thighs to either side of her, great, thick, strong columns of hairy muscle and sinew that led upward to his throbbing, swollen cock.

Janet felt his mouth again move to her cunt, but this time he thrust his lips between her cunt lips, his tongue reaching out to lap and explore inside that wet, warm passage. She felt his mouth muscle delving into her tight quim and groaned in fervent appreciation.

Janet grasped his broad hips, and guided him down lower above her. The underside of his broad shaft was within reach of her mouth, and she eagerly began tracing every vein, every sensitive bump along the length of it with her tongue.

It seemed to swell still larger and grow yet harder at her touch.

She brought one hand up and grasped the shaft of his cock, halfway down, and bent it towards her. She opened her mouth wide, tilting her head back. His prick was thick and at first, she could do no more than press her lips over the glans and suck at the little slit in the tip of it, working the tip of her tongue at the tiny opening. Koenig shuddered and jerked over her, sighed deeply into her honey hole.

But she kept wetting the knob of his dick, then opened her mouth to its widest and took the glans between her lips, sucking and working at it till her lovely, full lips were closed about the depressed ring of the flange behind the head of his cock, along the shaft.

She sucked at his dick, sending flames of pleasure shooting through the already aroused man. Koenig reciprocated, moving his mouth till his lips were fastened over the thrusting nubbin of her clitoris. He moved his lips from side to side, tightening and loosening them about the shaft of the erected little bud. His tongue whip lashed the tip of it, and Janet began writhing beneath his touch.

She continued sucking and working at the glans of his cock, pulling it more deeply into her mouth. Her tongue rasped over the velvety soft flesh, pressing and testing it till she could feel the steel-like stiffness behind the soft outer flesh. She worked her hand up and down over the rest of the shaft as if to masturbate him, her fingers light enough to glide easily, yet tight enough on him to squeeze and milk his prick.