Ron Taylor: Wife on call

Tongue swirling around and around inside her mouth, Pam lowered her head on Kerry until nearly all his dick was encased in her warm wet cavern. She heard him groan, and a little purring noise escaped her lips, vibrating around the almost totally immersed eight-inch tool. Pam cupped his balls neatly in one hand, planted the other amid the hair on her husband's chest, fingertips just brushing one of his nipples. It was the left nipple, and she could feel his heart pounding inside him, matching exactly the pulse that shivered and raced against her flying tongue, transmitted through the hot club of his cock.

Pam moved slightly as she pulled on his rod with her lips, and she managed to plant her snatch upon one of Kerry's bare feet. He was really into being sucked right now, but he wasn't selfish about it. As soon as he felt her pussy hair grazing his toes, he got the idea. His big toe traced the line of her gash as Pam rocked her cunt to help out that toe, and then he was in her, wiggling like crazy, and thank God he kept his toenails in good order! She pumped her pussy vigorously on his toe, squeezing him with every cuntal muscle she possessed, and her clit began to throb excitedly, pulsating almost as fast as Kerry's cock was pulsating inside her mouth. Time to get cracking, she thought.

"Ahhhh – Jeeeesussss!" Kerry bellowed from deep in his guts as Pam began to move her head up and down his dick in fast sweeping plunges and lifts. She rammed down, swallowing nearly all of him in her evidently bottomless gullet, cheeks pulled in tight to make the suction a memory worth treasuring, and she lifted, freeing all of hit cock except the tip, which she nursed between her pursed, pouting lips, tongue flying around and around and around the swollen knobby crown. She used her tongue on his cum slit, she made her teeth gnaw with just the right amount of careless sadistic pressure on the sensitive ridge of his knob, she squeezed his balls in a constantly varying one-two-three rhythm that made the big stones rock and roll like bearings inside their tight sac.

He thrust up with his toe in her cunt, and she wished he could get his entire foot inside. But – if not a foot, she was soon due to get a sweet, hot eight inches inside her, and that would have to do for the time being. Pam sucked up and down faster, even faster, and she kept her hand jiggly and unpredictable on his balls until Kerry's cock began to shake, rattle and roll in her mouth and she knew he was on the verge of shooting off.

Her hand slipped down from his chest, wrapped around the base of his dong, and she began to shuck him with her fist while her clutching lips made Goddamned sure he wasn't going to slip out now, not now! She worked herself on his fucking toe and felt warmth and cheer spreading through her pussy, oozy wetness already leaking out onto Kerry's foot. Pam stroked harder, faster, letting her fingers do the walking now, and she coaxed and pleaded with her gliding tongue, moving it back and forth across the swollen, fiery-hot knob of his dick. She began to hum, too, and it was the humming, apparently, that did the trick.

"YEAHHHHH!!" Kerry shouted, thrusting into her pussy with his toe, into her mouth with his cock. His ass started to swivel around, and having a rug here on the floor was a nice idea; it made things softer for him – for her, too, if she happened to be on the bottom when they made love here in the living room. And as he started to move, so did his cock.

It swelled even bigger inside Pamela's mouth, and her tongue made one last foray into the cum slit before the slit was suddenly and deliciously full of cum. Cum that squirted from him in hot thick lashings, cum that invaded her mouth, filled her cheeks, oozed down her gulping throat as she tried to keep up with its abundance. She could, feel it rising through his shaft as she handled him, feel it blasting into her mouth as she sucked and swallowed, and she drank greedily, knowing that he had plenty more. He was young, strong, healthy – there'd always be plenty – and it belonged to her. Exclusively.

A gout of cum dribbled from Pamela's mouth as she released him. The sticky semen trailed down her chin, clotting here and there, and she gave his cock a tight wrenching squeeze that made him cry out in a deep voice but made Goddamned sure he wouldn't go soft. Not soon, by God! Not when she needed him, wanted him, hard and stiff.

"Fuck me now," Pam trilled, lifting her pussy from his foot. She threw herself onto Kerry, cunt rising as she straightened up his pecker, cunt falling as he slid into her wet gash without the slightest difficulty. "Aaaggghhh!" Pamela screamed, romping down upon him as if she meant to suck his balls, too, up her twat. Her legs went around him and they fucked, Kerry still sitting up, Pam sitting on Kerry, and though the position didn't give them much freedom of movement, neither of them needed to move. She'd already blown his nuts for him, and now all she required was the steady, filling presence of his hard rod, glutting her tight cunt with its thick male bone.

The pleasure built in her womb, and Pam leaned back, her large, big-nippled tits lifting. They wobbled dramatically as her breath quickened, and Kerry was swift to dart in, his tongue and lips hungry for her boobs. Pam threw back her head, as he started suckling one nipple, and she ground her pussy down upon his loins, gobbling up the full stiff length of his pecker. Her mouth opened – the same kind of red-lipped oval thar had swallowed his cock not long ago – but this time her mouth was agape for her own selfish sake. She trilled a cry of gratification and her pink tongue fluttered in the air.

"Ohhhh yessss!" she squealed, and her pussy melted around him, hot snatch honey flooding her twat, coating the rod that filled her hole. She felt her nipples burst aflame, one of them in Kerry's mouth, the other trapped between his thumb and finger, and she wrapped her arms around him, smothering bet husband between those hot, sweat-moist boobs as she rocked in tiny but telling spasms on his stiff prick. She scissored on him with her clutching legs until her clit surrendered in abject exhaustion, and then she seemed to melt, just as her pussy had already melted. Warm and damp and sweet-smelling and full of love, Pamela Wilson embraced her husband, hugging him, kissing him, petting him, until his cock finally grew soft inside her.

"It's nice to have you home," she said at last.

"It's damned nice to be here," he replied. "Is this the treatment you always give guests?"

A quick shower seemed in order, and it seemed just as much in order to save water by bathing together. Or so it seemed, until they both squeezed into the tightness of the shower stall and Pam turned on the water, her lush ass bumping accidentally into her husband's crotch. "Uh-oh," she said, "I think you're getting out of control."

She turned swiftly, just in time to see his cock spring up. How could two people shower at the same time, anyway? Especially when one of them had the biggest hard-on she'd seen all day and the other one of the pair was quite hungry for that big hard-on? Every time they took a bath together this problem seemed to come up. Well, there was a surefire, never-miss answer. She took him up her pussy tube again, and it was a real kick to feel him all hard and stiff inside her while they soaped one another's bodies and sucked one another's tongues. He especially seemed to enjoy washing her tits. "Maybe I'll get you a pair for Christmas," she teased.

"What's this?" he said, rinsing soapsuds away with his hand. Pam looked down. She couldn't see anything. "A bruise," he said. "On the underside of your cutest titty. Black and blue mark, about the size of a fifty-cent piece."

"Oh." Pam tried to collect her thoughts, come up with a believable story. "I bumped myself today," she said, "while I was getting a bra out of the dresser."