Ron Taylor: Wife on call

Pam Wilson slinked one very slinky leg across her husband's body and she eased her pussy with sophisticated ease against the lump in his shorts. She put a hand on his waist, another on the side of his head, and she began to kiss him awake, the way he loved to be awakened.

Kerry's eyes opened slowly, fluttering as he awoke, and then he understood what the ticklish pressure on his mouth meant. "Hello, baby," he said, embracing Pam and angling his crotch into hers. It was all he got to say. She felt the sudden growth of his cock and she slammed her mouth down upon his, tongue jabbing furiously into Kerry's mouth as he sucked it just as furiously.

If he'd been lumpy between the legs a moment ago, he was absolutely rocky now, his dick as hard as granite, his balls big and swollen just beneath. Pam had already tugged up the tail of her nightie and she was rubbing his shorts with her bare flesh.

Kerry groaned and embraced her more tightly, and then he was moving his wife onto her back as she spread her legs to greet him. Was there any better way to start the day off? Pam didn't think so. Neither, from the way his hands attacked her body, did Kerry.

He pried his mouth loose and hovered above her, kicking away the comforter under which they'd slept. It wasn't anchored to the bed, and the swing of his foot sent it fluttering to the floor. Now they lay upon an uncovered bed, and Pam's nightie was slowly being lifted even higher, up the slight swell of her tummy, over the much more delicious swells of her tits. Kerry hiked the filmy garment between his wife's nipples and chin and for a moment he stared down at her almost completely nude body, the bulge in his shorts growing larger with each flicker of his eyes. "Jesus," he said, "most women don't look as good any time as you do first thing in the morning."

"I practice," she smirked, a slender hand reaching up to pet and stroke his pecker lump.

Ooooohhh, Jesus, he was hard! Hard and ready! She hooked her thumb in the waistband of his shorts and started to pull them down. "Hurry," she said. "It's almost seven o'clock."

And he had to be at work by nine. Thank God they lived so close to the plant! They could start the morning off right, and still have time far a nice breakfast together before he left for work. Pam tugged a little harder, and Kerry's rod sprang into view, standing up all big and red and ferocious, the way site loved to see it, the tip already moist and glistening with his pre-cum. She squeezed the tip of his dong until he moaned, and when her fingers came away they were damp with the sticky juices that already flowed from deep inside him.

He touched her pussy, and he smiled. She was damp, too, the lips of her cunt coated with a dewy ooze of moisture. God, when weren't they? His fingers slid up and down the gash of Pam's cunt, occasionally slipping through the meaty gates, and she said, "Oh, Christ, baby, don't make me wait any longer!"

Her hand flew to his cock and she began to play with him in a teasing, come-on-baby-let's-do-it fashion, sliding up and down his stiff quivery length in the slow, erotic masturbation she'd learned years ago in high school. "Mmmmm," Pamela moaned. "Mmmmm, it looks like you don't want to wait either!"

"Fuckin' A!" he grunted, throwing himself upon her. She groaned as he fell upon her body, but it was a groan of pleasure, and she spread her legs even wider, splitting her gash to its limits while he struggled to get his cock inside her.

"There," she sighed, "there! Put it right there! Ooooohhh, YESSSS! That's it, baby, that's it!"

And he was ramming deep, his big cock slamming through the tight clutching ring of her cuntal sphincter, going all the way. She could feel him banging on her cervix. Jesus, he was hot for so early in the morning, but so was she – God, wasn't she always this hot? Pam's legs shot up into the air, toes quivering toward the ceiling, and Kerry made the final lunge, burying his dick in her cunt, and she enfolded him, wrapping her heels around his body, tying them together.

She remembered seeing dogs fucking when she was a child, fucking with such fury and passion that sometimes the bitch's cunt froze around the dog's prick and the animals had to be doused with water, shocked out of their fuck-fever, before they could disengage from one, another. Wouldn't that be a trip? she thought, looking up at her husband, sliding her fingers up and down his back. Wouldn't that be a trip? "Oh, faster," she moaned. "You can do it a lot faster if you want to, baby."

Pam reached lower, cupping the cheeks of his ass. She dug into the tight, hard-muscled flesh squeezing with all her might, and felt him tense and shudder in reply. The tips of her fingers moved into the crack of his ass and she started tickling his nuts from behind. Big nuts, she thought. Big nuts that went beautifully with a big hard cock. Damn him, he was the best! The fucking best! And she ought to know!

"Screw me like a whore," she panted into his ear as he chewed on her shoulder. Her fingers pinched at one of his balls. "Screw me like a whore. Get your hundred dollars worth out of me, baby!"

And did he screw her like a whore? Goddamned right he did! He loved to hear her say all the dirty words. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Use your big cock!"

He really got horny when he heard her saying things like that. Most men did. Well, what the hell? Pam liked to say the words too, but even more than saying, she liked to feel it, a big fierce cock burrowing in and out of her snatch like a jackhammer gone bananas, and she clenched her legs on Kerry while she kept toying with his ass and his balls.

"Hurry," she moaned, "I'm almost there!"

"You're not the only one," he grunted in reply. God, he smelled so good this morning! All clean and fresh, but with an underlying texture of arousal, the sweat forming in his armpits and around the root of his cock, the sweat that she could smell, that made similar beads of perspiration form all over Pamela's body. They were great together, really great. She gave him all he could handle, and then some.

His cock rammed hard, fast, six or seven strokes a row that left her breathless, a hot explosion building in her guts. "Again!" she husked. "Again!" And he did it again, and this time she erupted around him, her pussy full of bubbly girl-milk, the muscles dancing along the shaft of his cock. "Come in me," she invited sensuously. "Shoot me full of your hot juicy cum!"

"I can't wait – Jesus – here goes…"

And he was doing it then, blasting her guts full of jism, fucking in and out through the combination of male and female juice that filled Pam's pussy, fucking with squish-squishes of excitement that made her toes tingle and the nipples of her tits throb against his hard, hairy chest. She lurched upward, sucking his pecker up her cunt, drinking the hot man-milk he fed her hungry animal of a hole, and they pressed together for what seemed an eternity, her legs tight around him, her cunt massaging his prick, their mouths glued together.

Kerry went soft at last – she sighed – and his dick began to retreat down her pussy tube, finally slipping out altogether. He yawned, then grinned, slid off his wife, and lay down beside her. Pam looked over, taking in his smug, satisfied expression. She touched his lips with her finger. "Stop smirking," she advised, "or all the guys at the plant will know what you've been up to. And before breakfast, yet! Sometimes I think you don't have a lick of moral sense."

"Let 'em eat their hearts out, too," he said contentedly. "Anyway – I'd rather knock one off with you than eat breakfast. Any day of the week. If that's being immoral, then let's hear it for immorality."

"Rah rah rah," Pam giggled, snuggling close. She squeezed her thighs together, relishing the feel of hot cum as it leaked from the tender, well-fucked lips of her snatch. The bedsheets would have to be washed soon, or else they'd be spotted with jism. But what better proof of a good marriage could you ask for than cum stains on the bed linen? And she and Kerry had a good marriage. The best.