Heather Brown - Wayward wife

"Certainly," I said, tingling in anticipation.

"Would you let me… could I pull out of you and… well, could I eat your pussy?"

I was human, and there was no way I could resist a request as innocently put as his. "Of course," I said eagerly, "I'd love nothing more. There's only one condition."

"What… what's that?" he gulped.

"You've got to let me suck your prick while you're eating my pussy. And Ron…"

"Yes."

"You've got to come in my mouth. The day won't be complete until I've tasted your sperm. Do you think you're up to it?"

He didn't say anything. He just pulled his cock out of my cunt with a deafening slurp and crawled backwards on his hands and knees. In an instant he'd dropped flat on his stomach and buried his face in my palpitating crotch. I closed my eyes and reveled in it as his tongue began to caress the ultra-sensitive nooks and crannies of my pussy, orgasmic activity quickly welling within me with savage intensity.

"Swing around," I instructed. "Stick your cock in my mouth while you're eating me."

Obediently he twisted his body around, his mouth like a suction-cup on my cunt while he turned, driving me wild. Now he was on his hands and knees, his legs straddling his upper body as I looked up and got ready for his long, stiff, hot, throbbing cock.

His prick loomed sweetly above me in magnificent unflagging erection. Oh, how I wanted to taste it and have him come in my mouth.

But before I got my way I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted every experience behind me before I tasted the final one, the treasure of his precious fluid.

"Stick your tongue in my cunt," I said from beneath him.

I shuddered with ecstasy as he did so.

"Now pump me with it," I ordered. "Move it in and out like it was a prick. Fuck me with it. Tongue-fuck me."

He quickly did so, reaming my pussy with his oral tool so that my body writhed with orgasmic delight.

Now I turned my attention to his asshole, which was directly above me, a flawless rosebud of puckering perfection. Grasping his waist with both hands, I pulled my face up close to it. With my heart pounding so fast that I couldn't distinguish one beat from another, I licked his sweet anus repeatedly.

"Jesus!" he cried into the maw of my cunt, his tongue automatically thrusting into me another fantastic inch.

Now I moved on from his asshole to his balls, pulling his loins down toward me so I could hungrily lap their throbbing roundness. First one, and then the other was in my mouth, as I sucked them just enough to drive him crazy. And the crazier I drove him, the more his tongue surged up my pussy, orally fucking me beyond belief.

At last it was time for his cock, standing marvelously out from his loins. "Give it to me," I cried, releasing his balls. "Fuck me in the mouth. Drown me with your come."

He lifted his body slightly, pushing his prick backward just enough so I could catch the tip of it with my nibbling lips. Once I had it, there was no way for him to wriggle free as I ravenously gobbled it inch by inch. Finally he was laying down flat on my face, his legs shooting back and straddling my head as I sucked him to the hilt.

While he continued to tongue-fuck my cunt, his cock surged halfway down my throat, swelling beyond all previous proportions. I struggled to breathe, and then gave it up as irrelevant, happy to gag on this young man's once-in-a-lifetime tool.

His prick was so hard and long and sweet. There was no doubt in my mind that I could have sucked it for a week.

But that much endurance wasn't necessary. About three minutes of tongue-fucking my pussy and fucking my mouth was all my randy teenager could take before he started to come for the fourth time. He went off in my mouth like a geyser, choking me with his scalding semen. I swallowed as quickly as I could, but it wasn't fast enough to catch it all. The sloppy goo burst from the corners of my mouth, shooting up into my nasal passages and trickling from my nostrils.

As he refilled my mouth repeatedly with spurt after spurt of come, down below he pressed his tongue all the way into the mouth of my uterus, adding to the thrill of his spurting dick in my mouth by engorging my fuck-happy cunt to the ultimate.

I became dizzy, my senses finally caving in from the ceaseless intensity of it all. As I closed my eyes, and allowed myself to be carried off into space, I couldn't help but ask myself one last question, wondering for the hundredth time: where does he get it all?

The lawn? Needless to say, it never got mowed that day. Later I decided I'd have to hire a eunuch to mow it if the job was ever going to get done.

Those afternoons with Ron when he was allegedly mowing my lawn really began to make my day. At first they came up once or twice a week. Then, three times weekly as my appetite for lust steadily grew.

By late summer I was having to feed the family Hamburger-Helper without any hamburger in it to make ends meet on my now-depleted household budget, ten-dollar bill after ten-dollar bill going out of the house money for my "gardening" bill. And, of course, meanwhile, the lawn grew more and more unruly, looking rattler every day because nobody was actually keeping it up, even though the bill was enormous.

One of these days it was for sure George was going to figure out something funny was going on. After he'd tripped in the weeds, probably, and jarred his brains by falling on his fat ass. Then there'd be six kinds of hell to pay. George had a particularly vicious temper when it came to money. The bastard's mind had always seen everything in terms of dollars and cents.

Actually, you could've said George was generous because he bought so many things for his family. In fact I'd thought so myself for a long time, and punished myself for not being grateful enough. But lately I'd begun to notice that George only provided us with things that the neighbors could notice, so they'd be sure and know old George Fredericks was keeping up with the Joneses.

At last I'd started to realize that George wasn't so great on providing things that were not apparent to the rest of the world – things between the two of us. He gave me money to spend, for instance, but it was like I was a child on an allowance. And he parceled out sex like his supply was running dry.

Then there was time. It was all spent on his job. He'd been up to his ears in that Goddamn insurance racket from the first day he got out of junior college and landed the job at H amp; R Mutual Life. He'd always said he was doing it for us. That we had to make some sacrifices now so we could be sure of a good life later on.

"Fuck it!" I hissed. I was standing on the front porch, the weeds waving in front of me, thinking about how George had painted me into a corner of always living for tomorrow.

"Just fuck it!" I repeated, suddenly regarding the weeds in triumph, as though they were a symbol of my rebellion against always doing what I was told. Against being nothing more than a human dust mop. "I want to live for today!"

I was tired of constantly doing things by indirection… doing something today so that it would presumably have some desired effect days, or perhaps months, in the future. Sometimes it was even supposed to take years… like money you kept putting in the bank for the future.

When was the future, anyway? I was alive now!

And I was still young. And pretty. And sexy. And horny.

And right now I was getting squishy between the legs just thinking about it.

Without hesitation I automatically slid my hand under the waist of the cut-off jeans I was wearing. I was glad I was panty-less as I felt my fingers immediately touch my bare cunt. My pussy lips oozed against my probing fingers, bathing them with a hot milk of arousal. I was so hot that my cunt seemed like it was melting.