Heather Brown - Blow girl

"Why do you want to do that?" Tom asked with obvious aggravation when he found out about my plans to go back to school. "I told you that you'd never have to go to work again."

"Maybe I want to," I said, "just for something to do, since we aren't making any progress on that family we'd planned."

"Oh, come on, don't start that. We've got plenty of time for that. There's no need to rush things," he said as I listlessly nodded okay and went along with him as usual. But I did go ahead and enroll in school, the first independent thing I had done since our marriage, and my involvement with that made my life a lot more interesting.

Before I knew it we were celebrating our first anniversary, still happy, but getting kind of restless with each other. I had gotten my high school diploma and was now actually taking some courses for college credit. I couldn't believe my progress, but I was the only one who seemed excited about it. Tom was involved with his job, and although we managed to go out once or twice a week it seemed as though we were doing it just because we thought we should. Also, even when we did go out we always managed to drop by this party, or run into that group of people, and we wouldn't have the chance to be alone. Tom loved being around other people, and they loved making him the center of attention.

Things moved on pretty much the same way, and gradually the talk of the house and family faded and was finally absent from our conversations with each other. I was busy going to school studying secretarial management, and the days didn't drag by as much as they had before. Soon, our second anniversary was upon us, and not long after that my twentieth birthday. Tom, by now, knew how old I was, and promised to reserve a night alone-just the two of us-far my birthday.

As I puttered around the apartment on the day I turned twenty, I couldn't help but look forward to the evening Tom had promised me. I anticipated that a large portion of it would be devoted to lovemaking, something which we hadn't been doing very much of lately. Our lives had become steeped in so much routine that after more than two years of marriage we seemed to be taking each other for granted. Often we would go over a week without making love, and when we did it was often mechanical and sometimes uneventful in that frequently I didn't experience orgasm.

Tom had gotten into the habit of rolling over and going to sleep just after he had had his climax, sometimes leaving me lying there on the bed with my legs apart, his cum dribbling out of my cunt with my body still as taut as a bowstring, the tension screaming to be released. I hoped that on this night of my birthday. Tom would take the time to love me slow and tantalizingly, the way I loved it, rubbing his hands over my tits and cunt, licking my nipples, massaging my clitoris, eating my cunt, and then plunging his cock into me, pumping endlessly while I had orgasm after orgasm, my voracious cunt squeezing two or three loads of jism from his throbbing prick. I got so hot thinking about it, I wandered into the next room to look at myself in the full-length wall mirror. I still had my looks, I could see, and the thought of my body naked under Tom turned me on even more. I pulled a chair in front of the mirror and sat down in it, spreading my legs so I could look up my skirt. I had taken to not wearing any panties when I was around the house, and up the tunnel of my open skirt I could see my hairy, slobbering cunt. I immediately hiked the skirt up around my hips and stretched my legs upward, putting my feet against the wall and shoving my steaming gash to only a few inches from the mirror so I could watch it palpitate and quiver as I dug my fingers into it, watching its thick discharge pour all over my probing hand. An orgasm quickly swept through me, and as I got up and smoothed down my skirt, I began looking forward all over again to my evening alone with Tom.

Tom was supposed to be home at six, but by seven he still wasn't there. I began to get worried, afraid that he had been in an accident since he had promised to be home for my birthday, but also wondering if he was just too busy for me. I had bought all of our favorite foods-steak, artichokes, strawberries, wine-and had fixed a sumptuous spread for us to nibble on prior to our lovemaking. I had changed into a pair of very sheer lounging pajamas with nothing underneath and, now, as the clock inched toward seven-thirty, I felt foolish sitting around the apartment alone with a bunch of cold food dressed like a call girl. As time went on, I didn't know whether to be worried, angry, or disappointed. Just as I had made up my mind to call Tom's office and find out if he had been delayed, I heard him coming through the door.

"Where have you been?" I blurted out. "Do you know what time it is?"

"I'm sorry," he said, "but something came up. But I'm going to make it all up to you." He had his arms behind his back and then suddenly whipped out a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. "Happy birthday," he said.

I had always been a sucker for Tom's charm and quickly gave in to his smile, his excuse, and his roses. From there my birthday improved. We had a delicious meal after I'd heated it up, and Tom presented me with a lovely watch as a present with my name, Honeysuckle, engraved on the back of it. As I placed it around my wrist and admired it, he asked, "Did you get what you wanted?"

"Not everything," I said provocatively as I walked over to him and sat on his lap. He quickly slipped a hand inside the low neckline of my lounging pajamas and gently squeezed one of my tits while his other hand began stroking my crotch. I could see a bulge begin to protrude between his legs and I didn't waste any time leaning down and unzipping his pants and fishing out his erect cock.

Slipping off his lap, I dropped to my knees on the floor and wrapped my lips around his prick, shooting my mouth all the way down to its base and suppressing my reflex to gag. He eased himself down on the floor beside me with my lips still enveloping his pulsating cock. As I continued to suck, I worked his trousers off while he undid the lounging pajamas which dropped from as if they weren't there, since they were made to be taken off.

Wit my lips still clutching Tom's prick, which seemed to get even bigger under my oral stimulation, we repositioned ourselves so that I was crouched on top of him facing his feet, with my open, steaming cunt dripping in his face.

"Smother me," he said, and I obediently lowered my hips and let my cunt squish against his face while he began to eat me.

Tom's groin kept thrusting upward, causing his cock to strain the capacity of my mouth, the tip actually plunging into my throat he shoved so deeply. Meanwhile, I wiggled my ass for all I was worth, smearing my cuntlips against his ravenous mouth, his hot tongue stabbing my rigid clit.

Suddenly I felt an overwhelming urge to have him inside me, and leaving his cock standing straight up in the air, I sat up and moved forward. Lifting my body above his about a foot, I placed my hands on either side of my cunt, parting the lips, and slowly and tantalizingly brought it down over his prick, swallowing it entirely inside me as I sat on him.

"Just lay there and let me do all the work," I said as I began undulating on top of him, fucking him as hard as I could. Just to drive him crazy I turned around with his cock still in me, the circular friction making him shudder in delight as I now faced him. I leaned over as I continued to rotate my hips, shooting my tongue into his mouth. I threw my arms around his neck as I could feel his cock swell to the bursting point, seeming to batter my cunt walls and crash into my womb.

I knew he was going to come as I embraced him with all my might and prepared for a shattering orgasm. Instantly I felt my insides bathed with a shower of scalding cum as his pounding cock spurted oceans of the sticky fluid. In the space of a few seconds, I felt one, two, three orgasms occur successively, the effects of each one building on top of the next one until I felt Ii was going to explode with pleasure.