Eric Courtney - The married sister

"Well… it's not right."

She pursed her lips and smiled mockingly. "Not right? What did you do with that girl? Didn't you cum in her mouth?"

At her use of the word, "cum", he stiffened. She never used to talk like that. She had changed. As he remembered, she was always responsive, but shy and passive. Drunkly he tried to remember if she had ever gone down on him before. But, his lust couldn't be denied.

"Well," she asked again, "Didn't you cum in their mouths? Didn't you like that?"

"Yeah," he admitted, "But that was different."

"How? Did they do something that I don't do?"

"No! I didn't mean that. I mean it was different. That was her job."

"And this one," she said, squeezing his cock again, "Is my job."

She bent her head again and he felt her hot wet mouth close over the mushrooming head of his cock and felt her warm slippery tongue slide around with the tip licking over the entrance to his prick, trying to tantalize the hot male juice out. He moaned with delight but couldn't let his wife behave in this way. He reached down and tried to lift her head with both his hands.

Gail responded by locking her arms around his widespread thighs and sucking with all her might, her head bobbing as fast as she could.

"Gail!" he gasped, "Stop it, stop it, God damn it!"

They fought, with Rod pulling her hair until he was afraid it would rip loose, then trying to wedge his hand down to push her face away. His fingers felt the diamond hard erection and her lips swooping down and touching his fingers. His shaft was wet and a low lewd thrill ran through him as he felt her lips slip down and suck on the tips of his fingers. One of her hands coming from under his muscular thighs, seized his fingers and guided them and encouraged them to grip the shaft of his cock and, with a lewd moan, he grabbed it and pulled the foreskin further back, feeling her lips and tongue exploring new contours of his prick. With a greedy lust, he stroked the skin back and forth as he groaned and moaned with pleasure while below, his wife increased the rhythm of her sucking.

With a shock, he felt her forefinger probing the tight crevice of his buttocks, teasing in to find his tiny puckered anus. Nothing but the most depraved Vietnamese women ever did that! He had heard about it but never had anyone do it to him. Now, at home, his wife's forefinger was flicking back and forth, sending shivers up and down his spine as she sucked with a wild abandon on his cock!

He was going wild, nearing a monster orgasm. It was not right to do a thing like that with your wife, he told himself and he fought with a renewed effort, using all his strength, not caring if he hurt her or not, only concerned with stopping what they were doing. They tossed back and forth and he fought, trying to pull out from under her and, as he did, he felt her finger pop into his anus and he gave a yell. Despite himself, despite all his struggling, he found his hips pumping in rhythm to her sucking and he writhed and pumped and, with a desperate effort, rolled over so that she was under him.

The lewdness of their pose sent rockets exploding in his skull. He was on top of her, his cock still in her mouth, her arms still locked around his thighs. With a wild hoarse cry, he began fucking her in the mouth as though it were another cunt. He couldn't help it, it felt so good and the whole thing was better than any Saturday night whore he had ever heard of. Her finger was slipping deeper into his anus as he thrust in and out and he fought with her again, turning over once more so that she was on top of him. Then, with a wild cry and wild thrust, they twisted and tumbled off the bed and fell to the floor where he landed on top of her.

She was sucking harder than ever, holding on to him with all her strength and all reserve, all morals were gone and abandoned. He was going to fuck the shit out of her. He pumped in and out of her mouth with all his might while her finger sawed in and out of his anus and her lips were like a vacuum stopper around his cock, sucking hard.

Now he was fucking into her roundly ovaled mouth viciously, pumping in and out with all his might, lewdly banging her head down on the floor as he suddenly threw back his head and yelled, "Aggghhhhaaa!" and pumped white hot sperm deep down into her hungrily! He felt her sucking still and looked down to see her cheeks ballooning between her legs. He saw his cock swelling with each explosion of cum and saw her swallowing hard and sucking for still more and, as her finger gyrated in his anus, he felt he would never have a sweeter orgasm ever and the sight of her greedy sucking sent secondary spasms coursing through his body and he came again and again, gradually collapsing and falling to one side as she turned with him, still sucking his deflating cock. Soon, he was flat on his back on the floor, relaxed, his eyes closed, feeling her over him, sucking the last bit of cum from his soft cock then licking it clean. Then she stopped and he felt like falling asleep.

He raised his head and saw her walking quickly from the room, her buttocks twitching up and down. Jesus, he thought, and I haven't even fucked her yet!

She came back quickly with the bottle and two glasses. She knelt beside him, her breasts naked and tempting as they quivered, and poured two drinks. "How was that?" she asked, handing him a drink.

Rod drained his glass and handed it back, gasping for breath. "That… that was out of sight."

Gail looked pleased and leaned over him, one nipple near his mouth. "I'm glad. What else did they do?"

"Who?" he asked, knowing full well what she was talking about.

Insinuatingly, she rubbed the nipple across his lips. "You know. I'm hot. That was good. I'll do that to you again."

Despite his fatigue, he felt a tremor of excitement grow in his prick. "What else did they do to make you happy?" she asked, persisting.

He looked at her, doubtful. "Aren't you mad or jealous?"

She drank and smiled down at him. From her eyes, he could tell she was getting smashed. "No," she said, slurring the word. "Oh, a little, but I understand. You were far far away from home."

"Yeah," he said with a smirk, taking another drink from her. What the hell, he thought, she's excited because I'm home. "Some of them were pretty good," he said, drinking. He had just about decided they both would get drunk and make some more love.

"What did they do?" she asked with her eyes glazed from more than booze.

"Oh, the better whorehouses had shows," he said with a bragging kind of nonchalance.

"What kind of shows?" She seemed to be eager to know. It was almost as if talking about such things meant as much as the actual thing. "Well, strip shows and shows with girls making love and shows with girls making love with animals."

"Animals!" she squealed. "I don't believe you!"

"Honest. I saw one girl with a dog and another girl with a donkey. Honest. I talked to the girl with the dog and she said no man could ever satisfy her again after she had a dog. Can you imagine anything so depraved?"

Gail squirmed closer, her hand playing with his prick. Against all he wished, he found it growing harder under her gentle ministrations. "What kind of a dog was it?"

"Big German police dog. Belonged to the Saigon police department."

"And what did it do to the girl?" she asked breathlessly.

"It fucked the life out of her. In her ass," he added softly as though an afterthought.

Gail's heavy sigh and strange excited expression was the first real sign to him that something was wrong. He fought with his alcohol befogged mind. She was never this way before. Something had happened. What could be the truth dawned on him in a frightening way. Just as he had been busy with whores in Vietnam, so she could be busy with men back at home!

He started to prop himself up on his knees but his wife had gotten up and was standing over him, pulling her scanty panties off as he watched. She stood, clad in nothing but her high heels, stockings, and garter belt. Swaying from drunkenness just a bit, she stepped, placing a leg on either side of his head and Rod threw his head back and looked up.