Jason Cannon: Wet dream wife

By sheer instinct she withdrew her head from his prick, and plunged it forward again and again, thrilling to the pulsing intensity of his cock as it stuffed her willing throat.

Even if he had tried he couldn't hold back after that. He began pummeling the pink cuntal meat between her thighs with his tongue and his face. His hips hardened into corded muscles as he thrust his blood-filled cock with longer and harder strokes into her sucking, waiting face.

She didn't deny him, her cheeks hollowing in a sucking motion each time he withdrew. Suddenly his chin was grinding with an incessant fury against her clitoris as his tongue reamed, serpent-like, in and out of her cunt hole. Her body was on fire. She locked her thighs around his head, her feet entwined, and her heels beat a tattoo on the sofa cushions. She was coming, coming like she'd never come before. Lottie was right. Coming on his tongue was far better than coming with her fingers.

Even his nose was helping her come as she pulled it against her struggling asshole. She felt a contraction and a sudden, violent throbbing on the underside of his cock as she reached the peak of her own orgasm.

Suddenly his hips lurched backward, leaving his cock in midair directly above her face. She fisted it, continuing the pumping action with her hand that she had performed with her mouth.

Wave after wave of sweet release surged through her body. It centered in her cunt and flowed upward to her tits and down to her thighs. From the sudden pressure of his tongue on her cunt, the groans rattling in his throat, and the quivering in his legs, she could tell that he, too, was coming.

Great, thick globs of creamy white fluid shot from the end of his cock. They arched in the air and, like heavy raindrops, fell to splatter on her tits.

It was beautiful, wonderful, she thought, watching her first man come. Faster and faster she pumped his cock as she became more and more hypnotized by the never-ending fountain of his prick. Again and again his cock would jump in her hand to send another stream of jism into the air, to land on her face, her belly and her heaving tits.

At last it settled to a thin stream that she kept going by milking the shaft with her hand. It ran across the head of his cock and down to clot in her fingers and over his foreskin.

She barely noticed when his body moved away from her and slid to the floor. Her upright, thrusting breasts and flat, smooth stomach occupied all her attention. They were slick and slimy with his cum, the first cum she had ever seen.

It had been the most exciting thing she had ever seen. What power as it had shot from the head of his cock!

She ran her fingers through the cum. She spread it all over the fleshy fullness of her tits. As she did that she could imagine, almost feel, his big cock spurting all that juice into her cunt.

"I'm sorry I got you so messed up. I didn't want to come in your mouth."

She looked at him, kneeling beside her on the floor. "Why not?" she asked.

"Well…" He just returned her look, his brows furrowing in a quizzical stare. "I didn't think you'd like it. Most girls don't want you to come in their mouth."

"You do?" He moved up to sit beside her. He was hardly able to take his eyes from her body as he spoke again. "I guess you ain't nothin' like most girls."

"Oh Homer! Jesus, it was so exciting! I liked it, shit, I loved it! Now fuck me! Fuck me in the cunt!"

"I will," he said. "In a little bit."

"No. Now!" She reached for his cock. "What's the matter with it?"

"Nothing's the matter with it, dammit," he said. "I just come. It'll take a few minutes before it's ready again."

"But I just come," she said, smiling, "and I'm ready to fuck now."

"Shut up, Goddammit! I told ya, it's not ready. What the hell do ya want from a guy for Christ sakes?"

Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face. He seemed like a petulant little boy in his anger and her ignorance. Marni didn't know it then, but what she was seeing in Homer at that time was what Homer was.

"We'll wait," she said.

But it didn't get ready again, at least not that night. And eventually Carl trotted downstairs, with a wide smile on his face, to leave.

It was later, lying in the bed opposite Lottie, the other girl snoring heavily, that Marni realized.

"My God!" she whispered to the darkened room. "I'm still a virgin!"

It was two weeks before they were able to get together again and settle what Marni had come to think of as the "problem of her virginity".

Since her parents were still as strict as ever, Marni had to sneak away on a Sunday afternoon. They drove, in Homer's truck, far out of town to his uncle's farm. A river went through the property and Homer said he knew a grassy spot on its bank that no one could find, even if they were right beside it.

The truck had hardly come to stop before Marni pulled the blanket from the cab and trotted to the little clearing.

"Jesus… you're ready, ain't ya?" Homer said, laughing.

Marni wasn't amused. She was hot.

"I've been ready for two weeks… ever since the last time when you…" She didn't finish what she had started to say for fear he would be hurt or, worse, angry, and the afternoon would be ruined.

She spread the blanket on the ground and turned to face him with her hands on her hips. She knew what she looked like and, from the look in Homer's eyes, she knew he did too.

She wore a pair of tight slacks that fit like a second skin over the blossoming checks of her ass and her long, shapely legs. Her breasts rose to two thrusting conical peaks beneath an equally tight sweater. They quivered invitingly as she moved. It was as if they were calling his attention to their need to be kissed and sucked.

"Don't just stand there staring," Marni said. "We came out here to have a little party. Well, now it's party time!"

Homer didn't bother with a verbal response. He swept her into his arms and pressed his lips down hard on hers. Marni's tongue darted out, entwining with his and hunted for the heated, hidden crevices in his mouth.

When their lips parted at last, Homer softly kissed her eyes, her nose, her chin, then placed a series of tiny bites on her graceful, slender neck.

Marni responded as if they had been lovers forever. She pushed her body into him. Her tits were heavy and full as they crushed against his chest while her knee probed his crotch and rubbed against his rising cock.

Soon their body heat mingled and they were both breathing heavily with lust.

Homer's hands pulled her sweater from the belt of her slacks and then found their way underneath the material. Up, up, up his hands went until they were filled with the globes of her bra-encased tits.

They were soft, pillowy cushions, their firmness yielding only when he squeezed them hard with his fingers.

"Ummmm," she moaned, "feels good… it feels real good, Homer. Your hands on my tits."

Her nipples were hard and thrusting through the material of the bra. They burned hotly against his palms. He captured them between his fingers and tugged and squeezed on them until she started to writhe.

"I'll take my sweater off," she whispered. "Then you can really play with my tits."

Homer stepped back as Marni tore her sweater up over her head and flung it aside. Quickly she reached behind her and removed her bra. It slipped away to reveal her large succulent tits in all their ivory glory. Homer gasped. They were even more beautiful than he remembered. The heavy, dark-tipped mounds rose and fell on her chest with her irregular breathing.

"Don't s-stop there," he stammered. "Take it all off!"

Marni smiled and unfastened the buttons at the side of her pants. While she was rolling them down her legs he joined her in disrobing. They both worked fast and soon they were standing nude, quivering in anticipation before one another.