Jason Cannon - Wet dream wife

"That feels good," she moaned.

"Oh shit, you are really all woman," he said, groping for her cunt with his hand. "Nice high tits, good ass, and wide hips."

"I'm a real good fuck," Marni said. "All my lovers say that."

"I can hardly wait to find out," he said as she ran her hand down and wrapped it around his cock.

He jammed three fingers up her pussy.

She jumped. It hurt her. She thought that was strange also. She could usually do anything in her dreams and it never hurt her. Why would just shoving three of his fingers up her cunt hurt so much?

He noticed. "Hurt?"

"Yes," she replied. "I don't know why. It's not supposed to."

"Well, a… look," he said, suddenly afraid that he had gone too far too fast. "If you don't want me to fuck you, it's okay. I'd love to eat some of that pussy of yours."

"No, that's okay," Marni said. "I like your cock. It's big. And besides, I'm sure it will all be all right."

His breathing was coming heavier as he slowly moved his hips back and forth, fucking her between her thighs. "Mmmmm, gonna be good," he moaned. "Real fucking good."

She found his lips with hers; they were moist and welcomingly parted. Her tongue glided effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until it found his tongue. Quick, darting movements, thrust of a tongue against a tongue heightened the passion already alive in their bodies.

Then Marni slowed her tongue. With it she struck up a deliberate tempo, in and out of his mouth. Her tongue became a cock, fucking his mouth, hotly suggestive of what she wanted him to do with the real thing.

His body shuddered with anticipation. He dropped his hand to her knee and moved it upward, between her smooth, silky thighs until it came to rest at the top of her hairy slit. His fingers found their way between the wiry hair and oozing lips.

Marni shivered visibly at his touch. She felt the bud of her clitoris stiffening under his massaging thumb while a longer finger ran along the moist warm slit. This time he didn't shove his fingers into her cunt. He wormed them in smoothly and more gently.

Better, she thought. It was more like the dream should be. She could feel her legs shaking with the anticipation of his cock skewering her pussy. She reached between her legs and traced the long, hard fine of his throbbing cock with the softness of her fingers.

They moved together and fell down on the soft sofa. "Let me see you," she said, turning him toward the light from the television. "I want to see your cock."

Her voice was husky with need and desire. She held his cock in the light. Her fingers slowly massaged the folds of foreskin back and forth over the bulging head. She could feel the blood throbbing vigorously under her hand in the shaft of his cock. Tiny drops of clear fluid began to seep from the eye in the cockhead. They smeared wetly against her fingers.

She moved closer to him on the sofa. They kissed again, a lingering, tongue-sloshing kiss that said what their bodies were repeating. They were flesh against flesh and their tongues were speaking in the language of sex.

Yes, Marni mused as she ground her naked body against his, the dream was getting more and more as it should be.

"You're hard… so hard," she moaned.

"I'm hard for you," he breathed.

"I want you!" she gasped. "I want to feel all of this pounding inside me, ripping and tearing me apart!" She moaned again, squeezing his cock hard in her hand.

"Good… oh God, that feels good," he hissed as he cupped and kneaded her fleshy tits.

She spoke. She talked of love and sex. Her words became a jumble as her head moved down his body. It hesitated at his crotch. He stiffened, then relaxed in the sudden surrounding of her warm, tender lips, and her darting tongue.

The skin on his cock seemed to tighten. She opened his legs and stared as his prick pointed directly up at her face. She felt his hands on the back of her head.

"I think I'm gonna come… come right now in your mouth!" he gasped.

She let his cock slip from her mouth. "No," she said. "I almost wanted you to… I mean, shoot right there in my mouth. But I want it my cunt too much. I want you there, right there in my cunt. Feel it? See how wet and ready I am?"

His hand went to her cunt. He felt its moist warmth and the see between the hairy lips. "Yeah," was all he could say.

"Give me pleasure. I want it so much," Marni sighed. "Suck it some first. Kneel down and suck my cunt. Yes, your tongue there. Now scrape it across my clitoris. Oh shit, it's good! Your fucking tongue is good! My pussy is running over with juices!"

With his fingers, he moved the clitoris up and down, mashing, pinching the button between his thumb and index finger. His tongue was driving inside her gooey cuntal lips with all the force he could muster.

Marni's legs trembled. She put her hands on his shoulders. Her fingernails dug into the hard muscle and flesh they found there. It seemed to spur him on to tongue-fuck her even harder. Her breasts rubbed against each other as she squeezed them together with her arms. "More, give me more give me all of it!"

His hands pushed at the tender inner part of her thighs, spreading her legs even wider apart. He mashed his face into the vee they formed. With his tongue he savored her musk and sucked the juices into his throat that seeped from her lips.

Marni's belly rotated at the rhythm of his tongue. With her fingers placed just above the hairy slit, she stretched her cuntlips, showing him the glistening flesh of her inner cunt.

He groaned in response and ran his sharp tongue over the moist folds. He loved it and the hard tip of his cock-like tongue told her so. She cried out in sheer ecstasy. Her thighs did a wild dance, up and down, slamming, spreading. Her whole body convulsed in passion as the cheeks of her ass bounced in his hands.

"I want it… I want your cock now! Give it to me!"

"You take it, any way you want it!"

She flipped her body to her knees before him and savagely pushed him back on the sofa. His cock stood like a huge pole above his hairy groin.

She moved over him and then slowly down, her wet thighs and hips just above his trembling cock. Lower and lower she went, slowly down. Then she touched his body. Then she rested on him, twisting so that her buttocks rubbed hotly against his raised thighs. The hot juices from her cunt spread over his cock, his balls, and his upper thighs.

"It's ready for you… I'm ready for you," he sighed, breathing in great gasps.

"And I'll take it," she said, her eyes watching his huge cock hover just beneath her cuntlips. She gently caressed the interior of her slit with the thick cockhead. Then her hips came down, guiding her gushing crevice until she slid over his cock. Her cunt clutched his throbbing prick inside her.

"You… you're takin' the whole fucking thing in one go!" he gasped. "Oh shit… it's Goddam good!"

"Yes, yes!" she gasped back. "It's good! God, your big cockhead is tearing me up inside! It's beautiful! Hunch up with your hips. Drive it clear up into my fucking belly! Harder… harder, you fucker! Fuck me!"

His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips and pulled her back and forth against him. His cock was buried to his balls inside her. His balls slapped upward in rhythm against her asshole as he hunched up into her cunt with all the lust and power in his body.

"It's the best!" Marni gasped, hardly able to breathe the words. "It's almost as if it were real."

"Well, honey," he panted, "if this ain't real, I don't know what the fuck is!"

Then his giant cockhead seemed to swell inside her. It threw her into fits of passion. She was beside herself. She couldn't control her thrashing, squirming body. She almost rolled off him twice. Her breathing was labored and shallow as she drove her cunt with ever-increasing force over his cock.