Jason Cannon: Wet dream wife

"No," Lottie moaned. "Don't! Don't do that! It isn't right for you to do that with my cunt, Marni, please don't suck… suck… SUCK…"

"Let me, baby. Let me, Lottie," Marni moaned around her mouthful of wet pussy. "You'll like it, believe me, you'll love it!"

"No… no!" Lottie screamed. "It's not right!"

She tried to push Marni's head away. It was to no avail. Marni had tightly grasped the girl's hips and thighs with her arms, pinning the hot pussy against her face.

Lottie's mind was saying no but her body proved to be a traitor. The more Marni licked with her tongue the more Lottie's rejection became acceptance until finally, mewling and groaning, her legs again opened wide. Forgetting all but the intense joy in her cunt she bucked with her hips, sending her pussy hard against Marni's sucking mouth.

Marni responded by grinding her chin into the hole and lapping the heated clitoris with long, intense strokes. Realizing Lottie's acceptance, Marni snaked her hands upward until she could grasp and fondle Lottie's tits as she increased the pressure of her tongue on the girl's cunt. Up and down she worked, sending her tongue the length of the slit, then all the way from clit to asshole.

Lottie couldn't help but respond to such treatment. She curled her fingers in Marni's hair and pulled her head violently into her pussy. Great, rasping sounds came from her throat as she felt the tongue's hard tip lave the inner walls of her cunt and then the knob of her clitoris, which seemed about to explode.

"I'm coming! Oh stilt, I'm coming!" Lottie screamed, her thighs and buttocks shaking with the tension.

Marni ground her own thighs together as she tongued, sucked and swallowed great mouthfuls of Homer's cum mixed with Lottie's honeyed juices.

And then they were both quiet.

"Oh, Jesus," Lottie whimpered.

"Now you eat me!" Marni urged, crawling upward on the bed and preparing to throw her thighs over what she assumed was Lottie's waiting face.

"No… NO!" Lottie shouted, crying and writhing off the bed.

"Lottie… Lottie! What the hell is the matter?" Marni cried, reaching for the other girl.

"I'm ashamed. Oh God, I'm so ashamed!" Lottie cried, and ran out of the room. She slammed the bathroom door and Marni could hear the lock snap on the other side.

Marni awakened at that point, her whole body trembling and shaking. She was soaked with perspiration and she had balled her hand into a fist and shoved it halfway up her equally soaked cunt. With an anguished cry she jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom. Under the cold blast of the shower she thought about the dream and started sobbing quietly.

"What's the matter with me? Oh Lord, what's the matter with me? Never… never again," she mumbled to herself. "I'll never allow myself to dream a dream like that again."

"Marni… Marni."

It was her mother at the door.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Are you all right, dear?"

"Yes," she replied, "I… yes, I'm fine. I just forgot to shower before I went to bed… and and I woke up and remembered that I had to have my hair washed for tomorrow."

"Me you sure?"

"Yes, Mother… everything's fine."

After her shower she returned to bed and sleeplessness.

During the following two weeks she went to school and did all the normal things expected of her. But the lack of sex was starting to take its toll.

Lottie called several times but Marni wouldn't talk to her. Her mother thought it odd that Marni never spent any more lime at Lottie's. But Marni managed to make several excuses that satisfied the older woman's curiosity and stopped the inquiries.

Weeks passed and Marni became more and more frustrated. She had gotten to the point that she had lived for the weekends at Lottie's. Without them her body ached and her mind wouldn't function.

Homer called several times but she wouldn't talk to him either.

Then one day he was waiting for her outside of school. Lottie was with him. They practically forced her to get into the bar. They said if she didn't they were going to go and tell her parents the whole thing.

Lottie drove while Homer sat with her in the back seat.

"Look… I'm sorry it happened and so is Lottie," he said. "It won't happen again. I swear it won't. I love you, Marni, honest to God I do. And I want you… hell, now I want you more than ever."

It was then that she realized what a big, dumb lumbering ox Homer really was. She found herself looking from him to the front seat and thinking about the dream, thinking about Lottie. She pulled her mind back to Homer.

She also realized that she didn't care if he had fucked Lottie or not. She didn't really care who he fucked as long as he fucked her, too.

In fact, she thought as he leaned over and kissed her, it was probably better that way; it would give her an excuse to go out and fuck other boys.

They had driven far out into the country. It was warm in the car and Marni had slipped out of her thin coat. The dress she had worn that morning was fairly tight and, thinking about finding a replacement for Homer that afternoon, she had shunned wearing any underwear underneath it.

Her huge tits were molded by the material, their fullness accented by fleshy curves, the nipples clearly defined where they thrust against the material.

"God, you're beautiful, Marni," Homer said, running his hand up the inside of her thigh under the dress and gasping when he found the soft curls of her cunt exposed to his touch.

What the hell, Marni thought, admitting the need in her body to herself. She smiled at him and grasped the front of his pants. She could feel his hardening cock. It stiffened in her grasp. She undid his pants and he groaned as she brought his cock into the open. It stood straight and hard in her grasp. She wanted it.

"Lottie," Marni called. "Just keep driving, and if you get embarrassed, find a secluded spot to pull off and park."

"Jesus!" Homer said, watching her hand curve around his cock. "It's been so long I could eat you right now!"

"Yes," she said.

"What?"

"Right now!" she gasped, and without waiting for an answer she pulled her dress up to her hips.

She smiled down across the swell of her tits at him and reached to her cunt. She parted the folds and thrilled when he gasped at the readiness of her cuntal lips.

He started to mount her but she stopped him.

"No. Someone's liable to pass us and see in. Eat me and if we still haven't found a place to park after I come I'll suck you off that way we can stay lower in the car."

The erotic sight of her half-naked body sprawled in the back seat gave him no alternative. He dipped his head between the tanned smoothness of her fleshy thighs and separated the lips of her cunt with his probing tongue.

He lapped at her pussy until two thrilling orgasms had racked her body.

Then they changed positions and she undid the top of her dress so he could knead and fondle her tits while she sucked his cock.

This time, when he was about to come, she wouldn't let him remove his cock from her mouth. When she felt the familiar throb in his sperm tube on the underside of his cock, she shoved her head down hard on the knob. She felt the hot hardness of it pulse against the back of her throat and came again herself when his cum spurted in great gobs into her mouth and flowed down her throat and into her belly.

It was good and it tasted just like it had tasted in her dream. She milked and sucked every ounce of sperm she could get from his cock and swallowed each drop.

"Oh slit, honey, that was so fuckin' good," he said, when at last she let his dying cock slip from her mouth.

A week later Marni fainted in the school cafeteria.

After the doctor examined her, he called her mother before telling Marni that she was pregnant.