Robert Vickers: Hooker housewife

And he stimulated Denise to the point where she was constantly bucking and thrashing about under him, too. The touch of his tongue and lips on her bloated gash pushed her higher and higher up the peak of sexual fulfillment. The lightest caress with his tongue was like a flame thrower searing her guts. When his probing tongue thrust into Denise's greedy cunt, the beautiful woman came.

All the suppressed sexual desires she had penned up inside erupted in a mighty explosion. Clark was almost drowned by the increased torrents of cunt juice, but be held on and continued to slurp up the tasty, tangy fluid.

As Denise's body relaxed slightly from the orgasm she had experienced, Clark again shoved his tongue up her quim. He tasted the salty cunt juice, swirled his tongue around the pinkly scalloped inner pussylips and along her velvety cunt walls. He was lost in the wonderland of Denise's seething snatch.

His nose pressed firmly into her perineum while his chin rubbed her pussy mound. Clark began to move his tongue like a snake's, darting it in and out of Denise's dainty, pink-lipped cunt, each thrust allowing him to suck up more and more of the brunette's tasty twat juice.

Clark soon tired of this and moved backward a bit to find Denise's clit. The tiny pillar of pink flesh poked up and out of the flaps of her pussylips. He instantly engulfed the clit and began to suck as if his very life depended on it.

It was as if the slightest sucking pulled Denise's entire body off the bed. Waves of erotic sensation surged throughout her body when her lover touched her go-button. Explosions of carnal intensity began in her belly and spread throughout her cunt and up her spine. Warmth filled her body like water poured into a pot.

Denise was totally captivated by Clark's mouth on her passion bud. And Clark knew it. In fact it delighted him to know that he held her captive with nothing more than his mouth. He could suck and she would begin to writhe about with intense pleasure. He could flick his tongue across her clit, and Denise would cry out. Clark ran his teeth up and down the tiny spire that was the center of all of Denise's erotic sensations, and she came.

"Aaaiieee!! Ooohhhhh God!"

Clark continued to torment the woman with his mouth and tongue. He wanted to bring her off again. He wanted to make sure that she knew it was a man sucking on her and not some twit like her namby-pamby, lousy lay of a husband.

Clark succeeded.

Denise moaned, "Fuck me! Oh, Clarrrrk! Tongue-fuck meeee!"

The raven-haired man began to run his tongue up and down between the flaps of Denise's cuntlips. Each time he touched the rosy flaps, Denise cried out for him to fuck her.

He knew that lightning bolts were surging through her body. He wanted to bring them home to her brain. He wanted to completely fog her with lust.

Denise felt the light, tantalizing flicks of Clark's tongue along her puffy gash. And when his tongue plunged deeply into her cunt hole, electricity volted into her belly. Acid seared along her nerves every time Clark ground his chin into her pussy mound or wiggled his nose against her sensitive perineum.

Denise climaxed again when she felt the man's agile tongue invade her asshole.

As she glided down from her third orgasm, she knew that another wasn't far behind. The liquid feel of her cunt, the lightning-swift entry and exit of Clark's tongue into her twat hole, convinced her of that.

Denise tried to relax but couldn't. As Clark tongue-fucked her, she felt her body tense up again. Cunt juice gushed from her sheath and bathed his face with the thick, musky fluid. In an attempt to bury Clark's tongue inside her twat, Denise arched her back.

The attempt opened her cunt up even wider for the man's oral attentions, but it wasn't necessary. He was already surging as far as he could into her dribbling cunt.

Denise felt the tingle begin in her blood-filled pussylips, then spread into her cunt again. The tingle turned to jabs of sheer pleasure as the black-haired man's tongue continually found the deepest recesses of her quivering twat. Denise's cunt was filled with hard, thrusting tongue.

The jabs that seemed to spear into her belly turned into skyrockets. When the fireworks exploded in her brain, Denise climaxed again. All that could be heard in the room was a single sharp, loud cry from the woman and the lewd, obscene smacking noise as Clark continued to suck out all of the cunt juice he could.

In spite of his expert mouth, Denise's body was too exhausted to continue. Clark knew that his cock was likewise too tired for a good, hard and fast fucking. In a little while after they had rested, they would both be ready again.

Clark rolled off the woman and said, "Let's take a rest, Denise."

The brunette only hummed a dreamy, contented sound.

Clark rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. He gazed at Denise and wondered about her for the thousandth time since he had met her. What was it that made him so hesitant about this relationship? Clark considered it to be merely another affair, nothing more.

Denise was a good lay, a damn good lay. Young, trim, enthusiastic and willing to try and do almost anything and yet then was a hesitancy whenever he saw her. He knew that she thought it was somehow sinful to fuck a man not her husband but that wasn't too big a problem.

Clark shrugged the feeling off and reached for a cigarette. He fumbled one out of the pack and lit it.

Ray, her husband was a real foal. He had kept a sex-bomb like Denise enclosed and dampened for five years. Ray had been smart marrying Denise. He was a fool for not making more use of her incredible sexual energies than he seemed to. Clark could only shake his head in wonder that Denise had never had an orgasm until he came along.

The black-haired man blew a lazy smoke ring out into the air, watching the smoke get caught in the breeze from the air conditioner and rapidly dissipate. Soon, there was nothing left of the smoke.

Clark blew another puff out into the room.

Denise finally stirred at the aroma of the smoke. She turned over and lovingly gripped at his arm and cock. Clark smiled a bit when the woman's slender fingers encircled his still slumbering dick. If she kept her hand there, his prick would wake up soon enough.

Then they could really fuck.

"Clark?" Denise's voice was quiet, almost pleading.

"Yeah, doll? What is it?"

"Do you love me?"

Clark furrowed his brow a bit. What the hell was this? He thought she knew the rules of the game as well as he did. He shrugged and decided to play along.

"Sure I do, honey. Why do you ask? Aren't you getting enough of my prick to keep you happy?"

"Oh, yes. Yes! It's just that… well, I'm going to divorce Ray. I just can't stand that bastard any longer."

Clark thought about it for a second. He didn't like the way the conversation was going. Fucking was a real groove, and he knew they both got off on it. But this was something else. This sounded like Denise was taking their affair too damn seriously.

"That sounds like something you just thought up on the spur of the moment."

Clark was careful about what he said. He didn't want to commit himself until he completely unearthed all the nasty little thoughts lurking in Denise's pretty head.

"No, I've been thinking real hard on this, Clark. I love you. And you love me. I'm going to divorce Ray, and you can divorce your wife. Then we can get married."

She lovingly squeezed on his arm and prick. Clark let out his pent-up breath and a gusty streamer of cigarette smoke gushed but into the room.

"What makes you think I want to divorce Clarice?" Clark wasn't a fool. With all, that bread his wife had coming, he could be as rich as any of those fat-assed Arab oil sheiks.