Carlotta Graham - The animal urge

Slowly, he reached up under her short skirt and hooked his fingers into the elastic waist-band of her silk white panties, tugging gently downwards on the flimsy garment until the sheer, flimsy material slipped softly over her slightly-lifted buttocks and down over her shapely, well-tapered legs. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was presented up to his searching eyes in an almost lewd, sexually inciting position of sacrifice. She lay back against the cushions of the couch and reveled for a moment in the delicious languor of her young husband's exciting touch. She watched his tongue slowly circling his lips in rapt anticipation of the ravishment about to take place. He moved closer, placing his thumbs on the soft fleshy edges of her cunt. With a deliberately slow, torturing outward movement, he pressed the blonde hair-lined lips of her pussy apart and pressed his mouth forward against it, his long slippery tongue darting snake-like into the throbbing warmth of the smooth inner walls. Her tummy twitched and she felt a convulsive spasm of delight course up and down her spine as he began to suck slowly, teasingly, at first, nibbling at her erect clitoris with the sharp tips of his teeth. It was almost more than she could bear. Despite the thought that what he was doing to her down between her legs with his tongue was shameful and obscene, her nerves were ablaze with rising lust and she made no effort to prevent him from continuing to lick her there and give her this exquisite pleasure.

"God, it's too bad we can't manufacture and sell this feeling," Bill rasped as he pulled back from her naked loins a few inches. "Hell, we could make a mint."

His crude words sent a sudden jolt of alarm through her, one that gradually changed into a heavy sinking weight of depression. The stiff arch of excitement in her spine gave way and she collapsed back on the couch cushions as though in defeat. It was the same as always, the same thrill-shattering attitude he had had towards their sex-life since they had been married. Like everything else, he looked upon sex as a kind of commodity, something that could be used and sold, as though their deepest, most intimate emotions were mere products that might be turned into profit. She realized that it was important to Bill, as well as to herself, to be self-sustaining and not to have to rely on the money and advice of others in order to succeed as a newly-married couple. But God, he carried it too far! Sometimes she thought she would go crazy with self-doubt and frustration as a result of their crippled sexual relationship. Not that she wanted him to make love to her constantly – nothing like that – but she desperately needed to believe that he desired her as a woman more than just a vehicle through which he could prove his personal sense of worth and his ability to succeed. After all, she mused inwardly, she was a woman, a wife, and deserved to be treated with consideration just as much as he thought he deserved to be respected as a capable man.

He seemed oblivious to her lack of response and continued to nuzzle his face between her tantalizing loins. She groaned suddenly, watching with fascination as his head bobbed hungrily back and forth down between her thighs with the effort of his assault. She whimpered involuntarily and threw back her head on the top of the sofa, her hands clutching unashamedly at his face to pull him tighter against her now hotly squirming cunt as the lewd wet sucking noises of his tongue swirling deep in her vagina filled her ears.

As if sensing her sudden unwilling submission, Bill reached up and placed both of his hands over the front of her soft woolen sweater, cupping his work-calloused fingers around the roundly rising mounds of her heaving, nipple-hardened breasts, while with his wide shoulders and brawny upper arms, he forced her delectably-shaped legs even further apart. As his mouth and tongue worked hungrily in bestial subjugation of the throbbing wet moistness of her widely flowering vagina, his excitedly bulging eyes remained open, ogling with vulgar excitement the impassioned contortions of her lovely young face.

"Come on, honey, make it good," he grunted encouragingly from between her splayed-open loins as he kneaded lustfully at her heavily palpitating breasts through her clothing. "When you cum, pretend we're getting a dollar for each little tingle."

With a tiny guttural cry, Diane involuntarily ground her ivory-like hips forward against his face, burying his hotly flicking tongue all the way to the roots again as he renewed his lewd attack up between her open thighs. She was powerless now to struggle anymore against the unrelenting wonderful thrill that rocked her very soul, even though she felt a simultaneous quivering of distaste at the lewd, inconsiderate meaning of the words he had just uttered. A wildly rising erotic fire replaced her sense of revulsion and wounded dignity… replaced everything. Seldom in their still-new marriage had she ever so quickly felt so utterly wanton with him, so wild to be shamelessly and deeply satisfied.

"How many dollars have you got now, honey?" he asked abruptly, once again pulling away his pussy-moistened mouth to grin lewdly up at her. "Would you like to earn more?"

"Ohhh, yessssss, Bill," she crooned responsively, hardly conscious of what she was saying. Spreading her long legs wider and wider to give him greater access to her cuntal crevice, she begged without thought of shame. "Hurry, darling, hurry. Kiss me… kiss me down there. Faster! Oh, God, I'm almost there!"

Every young muscle the silken-haired girl possessed was alerted as she strained her naked, creamy-white buttocks upward towards the exciting red probe swirling deeply and wetly up between her legs. Her up-drawn thighs opened and closed tightly around the tormenting face that was sucking and licking gluttonously at her eagerly responding cunt. She kicked her heels hard against his back, spurring him on to suck her harder, harder, until a loud rushing sound rose to fill her ears, a great resounding and echoing torrent of sound. The tensed cords of her long graceful neck stood out under her golden skin as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled dark hair of her husband's head.

"Oh, darling, I'm almost ready to cum! Don't stop licking me, please!" she pleaded. At that moment, just as the hot sweet flow of emotion and sensual abandonment was nearing its crest, she saw a self-satisfied, smirking grin light his face, the very same expression that he often wore after closing a particularly profitable deal for one of his prize German Shepherd pups.

"Cum, baby, cum a million dollars worth," he urged with a gloating smile.

Suddenly her excitedly writhing body switched off automatically as though someone had pushed a button in the center of her aroused senses. She was instantaneously swamped with a feeling of loathing at the idea that her handsome young husband, kneeling with his face buried between her wide-split legs, could actually have said something so horribly insensitive, like comparing her own blissful orgasm, so near now, to the filthy thought of dollars that seemed to preside over their life together. Was nothing sacred in their marriage, she wondered bitterly, afraid that she already knew the answer. She was beginning to suspect that Bill, her own husband, was more attached to his stupid account books than to his wife.

"Oh, Bill, stop it, stop it right now!" she sobbed, fighting to loosen his fierce grip on her still brassiere-clad breasts and squirm away from him. "How can you be so revolting? How can you be mean enough to say something like that? Don't you love me at all…? Or do you want to get paid for that too?"

"Aw, I was only kidding, honey. Come on now, don't be such a baby," he said between breaths in an irritated tone of voice, struggling to spread wider her now tightly-clenched thighs and continue his lurid tonguing of her still visibly throbbing vagina. Then, mustering all of her female strength, she jerked violently away from him and rose to stumble to the other side of the room, trembling from head to foot with rage as she pushed her rumpled skirt back down over her whitely exposed hips. Bill remained a few moments longer in his kneeling position on the floor, then sighed heavily and climbed up to seat himself in the place on the couch that she had vacated. He stared wordlessly down at his trousers where, beneath a dark wet stain of seminal fluid, his erect penis was rapidly deflating, finally curling up limply in his trouser crotch like a small wounded creature. After what seemed an eternity, he raised his head and opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing and lowered his eyes again in an attitude of distant thought.