Jason Cannon - Wet dream wife

"My cunt's on fire… oh Jesus, it's never been so good!"

"Let me… let me on top!" he gasped. "So I can pound it into you! I love to do that!"

"All right," Marni said, and raised her cunt with a slurping sound from his cock. He raised his body, rolling at the same, and came above her.

She slipped beneath him and encircled his slick, throbbing prick with her hand. It burned like a hot poker in her fist in anticipation of re-entering her equally inflamed cunt. Tightly grasping the hard cock she threw her legs wide and thrust the huge head against her gaping cuntal entrance.

"Wonderful… wonderful! Fill me with it!"

He lunged forward and his mammoth cockhead bored into her juicy hole. It served to push her even closer to the brink of sexual madness.

He paused for a second as if he were about to come. She snaked her legs up and around his back.

She shoved her heels into his buttocks with such a force that his cock drove even further up into her belly.

Their bodies, totally locked now, slapped together. As he lunged, she thrust her cunt and hips sharply upward.

"Oh, ohhh, whoever you are… how good it is! How good it feels! Stab me with it! Stab me with your cock! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Damn you, damn your cock, fuck me all the way with it!"

"You're gettin' it!" he rasped. "Shut up and take it!"

"Fuck me, you Goddam bastard! Give me more… more cock! Harder, harder, oh shit you son-of-a-bitch, feed me your cock!"

She was driving him out of his mind. He fucked her harder, faster, almost until his balls hurt from the tremendous pounding they were giving her asshole. And still she demanded more as his prick lashed in and out of her like a battering ram. He was bucking now like a maddened stud hone, trying to satisfy her demands.

He could feel her heat and knew he was searing her cunt with his cock, tearing it as they both wildly, wantonly strived for a release.

"More… more… more… fuck me!" she kept chanting.

"All right, you cunt," he said, sweat dripping off his chin onto her huge tits. "You want more… take this!"

He rammed two fingers up her asshole while he continued to pound everything but his balls into her cunt.

"Yes… yes!" she gasped. "That's better that's good… fill me, fill every hole!"

"C'mon, you cunt… fuck me, fuck me back! Give your pussy to me! Give me that cunt, you whore bitch! Fuck my cock, fuck it… FUCK IT!"

Now his mind was as inflamed and as crazy as hers. He gabbed her by the hair with both hands and, with every forward thrust of his cock, banged her head into the sofa.

And then, as if in answer to some pagan prayer, their juices bubbled, boiled over, and they came. Their come racked their senses. Their thrashing, quivering, sweating bodies locked in a last gasp as their organs pumped juices from their bodies and he slumped across her.

Marni closed her eyes and panted, going still faster, gaining on her own come as she continued to fuck up against his inert body. At last she screamed through the final spasm of her come. His deflating cock shot a final spurt of cum into her while the last, violent wave of release shook her from head to toe.

"Well, well, well. I wondered where the hell you went off to."

"Oh… hi, honey. Whew, can this little cunt fuck. I've had it!" Tom said.

Marni looked up to see a tall blonde woman with a drink in her hand. "Who are you?" she said.

"I'm this asshole's wife. I missed him next door and came over to see what he'd gotten into. Now that I see, I'm glad I did. You are Marni, aren't you? You are Beth's little sister? The one that doesn't like to fuck?"

"Yes… I'm Beth's sister," Marni said.

"But obviously you like to fuck," the woman said, laughing.

"You must be Grace," Marni said, narrowing her eyes, suddenly knowing that there was something definitely wrong with her dream.

"You do fuck beautifully, Marni. I wish he'd fuck me like that," Grace said. "But, in the meantime, I'll be ever so happy with just a little bit of you."

"NO!" came a strident voice from the doorway.

They all looked up. Grace was the first to speak.

"Hi, Beth. How come you didn't tell me your sister was a swinger?"

"Because she isn't," Beth said.

"What are you doing in my dream, Beth? Go away, get out of my dream. I can't fuck with you in it," Marni said.

Tom started laughing and turned back to where Marni lay on the sofa. "Who are you kiddin', kid? This ain't no dream. I just fucked you about the realist fuck I ever had in my whole damn life!"

Beth fed her a tumbler of brandy and took her up to her own room. Marni was in a state of shock. She wasn't ashamed. It was just the opposite. Her dream world was now reality, a fact that she wouldn't have to hide any more.

Beth sat with her on the bed and spoke quietly to her, telling her how sorry she was about the whole thing and how terrible she felt that Marni had been dragged into it like she had.

"No. No," Marni insisted.

"What?"

"No… it isn't like that at all, Beth. I mean it. I've been dreaming about this for a long time. I even dreamed that I fucked Tim this afternoon."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's really the opposite. I want to be a part of it. I really do. I want to fuck and suck all of them. It's what I've dreamed about and now it's real. I can do it!"

"I don't think you mean that," Beth said. "I don't think you know what you're talking about."

"I do. I really do. Evidently we're the same. Sexually, I mean. We want and need the same things, you and I. Only you've admitted it and done something about it. I never did."

"And now you want to do the same things?" Beth asked, cocking an eyebrow to her little sister.

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as I'll ever be about anything."

A strange light came into Beth's eyes. She looked deeply into her little sister's eyes. "Then prove it," Beth said.

"How?"

"Make love to me!"

"To you?" Marni said, her eyes growing to saucer like proportions.

"If you can do it with me you really are a swinger, Marni," Beth said. "You see, with us, there's love and there's sex… I just don't want to see you get fouled up and confuse the two."

"But… with you?"

"Just imagine," the older sister continued as she rose from the bed and methodically turned off each light in the room. "If you were in a cup… as we often are, and it was a dark room, even a pitch-black room, like this room is right now, with a great many bodies all entwined around each other. All these bodies are on the bed or the floor and they are all rolling around, flesh to flesh."

"Yes," Marni said, her eyes following her sister's lithe body as it moved from limp to wall switch, to another lamp. She had never realized just how sexy her sister was.

Or had she?

She tried to remember. There was something… and then it was gone.

Beth's robe was tight across her hips and ass. The flesh beneath the material moved sensuously with each movement of the woman's body.

Marni studied her sister as she had never studied her before. The younger girl found it suddenly impossible to look at her sister and not think about sex. Her body reeked with sex. Her slightest movement suggested sex. When she spoke her voice was as sexy as her body. Marni realized that Beth had it all, body and looks. Even her hair, the way it fell over her shoulders when she turned her head, suggested sex.

"If that were to happen," Beth continued, snapping off the last light and moving almost soundlessly back toward the bed and Marni, "then you might very well find your face between your sister's legs. Would my pussy be so different from anyone else's? I mean, could you tell it was your own sister's cunt if it were in the middle of so many bodies? And if you could, Marni, would it make any difference just because it was your sister's? Do you love sex enough that you would go ahead and suck my pussy? Would you suck it because you love sex, Marni?"