Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

"This is a hell of a note," Regina said. "Here we are, all coiled together with your penis up me, and all we can talk about are our spouses."

"All right," Chuck said. "No more talk-just action." And with that, he withdrew himself from her pussy, sliding his long cock out with a deft movement that caused a wetly gulping sound from her labia.

Gently, he urged her over onto her back, and Regina felt a quick thrusting of renewed anticipation, a tingle of the new and unexpected.

He was going to do something else to her, she thought for sure he couldn't be ready to screw again so quickly.

"You have such lovely tits," he said, "high and firm and round. They're bigger than Stella's, and one of these days, I'm going to have you squeeze them together around my cock. But right now, I have something else in mind."

He began at her throat, nipping the skin and kissing down to the valley of her breasts. His mouth slipped from one erectile nipple to the other, biting tenderly, sucking hungrily. Then he moved down to her rib cage, his breath hot and provoking, his tongue leaving a fiery trail across her sensitive flesh.

Regina shivered, her hands straying down to touch his hair, while her hips made pendulum movements. So tantalizing, she thought, so very sensuous-like nothing that she and her own husband had done before.

Chuck's face was lower on her body than Bill's had ever reached, and the excitement was indescribable.

Wet and warm, his tongue darted into her belly-button, and Regina's cheeks knotted together in a spasming reflex as her ass clenched. His hands wandered over her hips, her belly, back up to fondle the moundings of her swollen breasts, and she thought that this must be some special kind of heaven.

A gasp broke from her mouth as Chuck suddenly dipped his face down into her pubic mound. It was all wet there, she thought in some crazy kind of rationalization; her pussy was still drippy from the recent fucking, still oozing the residue of Chuck's semen. But he didn't seem to mind; his tongue flicked down to lap the lips of her cunt, and Regina thought then that she would certainly go mad.

But there was even more to come-the sharp biting of Chuck's teeth as he forced the labia wider for his assault, the spreading of her thighs by his strong hands as he readied her pussy for his meal.

His mouth was against her labia, and his tongue-oh lord, his wildly exciting tongue!-slipped right on inside her vagina as if it was truly meant to be there. Regina flinched, and her pelvis thrust in reflex against his chin, his mouth; her thighs came together to caress his cheeks.

Chuck ate her then-chewing and nipping and licking hotly into her quaking cavity. Waves of boiling sensation poured over her body, and Regina was conscious that her hips were swinging, that her ass was hunching. She had her fingers dug into his hair, and was somehow attempting to thrust his face ever deeper into her cunt.

He clung to the cheeks of her ass and gobbled avidly at her pussy, sucking the lips into his mouth, worrying them with his teeth, licking and pulling until Regina knew she was going out of her head with the delight of it. When he reached up and in to find her clitoris, she did flip out-moaning and gasping and bouncing insanely upon the bed.

"Ooh! Oh Chuck-my darling-eat me-oh, eat me! Please-do some more-oh God-ohmygod-my clit is splitting wide open! Oh, ahh-Chuck! My pussy-"

Chuck was pulling on her clit, rolling it between his teeth, sucking-sucking!-on it and in it, and she was going to come. She threw her cunt up to him and pushed his head down into its wet and hot hairiness, and let the good feelings roll over her body.

Her orgasm flared from the clit to the vagina to the womb and burst through her belly to tighten the ring of her asshole, to make her thighs quiver and her teeth clench together as she threw back her head and hunched her wet cunt to his mouth.

Chuck moaned into her vagina, and she could feel the vibrations of the sound far up in her soaking cave. Now he was sucking on her cunt as if it were a ripe fruit, drawing the flow of her love lotions into his mouth and down his eager throat. His fingernails bit into the cheeks of her ass, and his teeth were almost savage against the lips of her vibrant pussy.

She fell apart, came apart in little, sighing pieces as every joint in her body unhooked and as her flesh dissolved in warmly loving bits.

Nirvana could be no better, Regina thought vaguely, and paradise would simply have to wait. This thing that Chuck had done to her, this gift he had presented her, was no perversion, but heaven. There had been a lot of wasted years not knowing this.

As she drifted in flowered warmness on a stream that wandered among lotus blossoms and emerald lillypads, Regina thought that she should do something in return, that she ought to place dear Chuck upon the altar where he had put her. And she would, she decided; she most certainly would.

But the hands upon her hips were urging her to move, to let go the swanboat in which she was riding, and so she did. Chuck was turning her over, moving her up and away from him, and she didn't really want to go.

Then she was on top of him, lying limp and flaccid upon his long, lean body, feeling the new rigidity of his sex organ as it grew hard between them. His mouth found hers, and she gave willingly of her lips, gladly of her tongue, even though she knew that the exotic flavors he was passing to her were the tastes of her own pussy and of his semen.

There had never been such an intimacy for Regina, and she wallowed in it, tongue and lips and the unremitting pressure of her nude body upon his. The body of her lover, she thought-the naked man-body of the only male she had ever screwed since she married Bill Abbott. The only person she'd ever fucked, besides her person, she corrected; she had heard of lesbian affairs between women, but she would never go so far as to even consider anything like that.

She was content to be a wanted, loved woman, fucked and eaten by a man who had long desired her, a man who appreciated the fact that she was still a lovely and sensual woman. Chuck was such a lover, so adept and not bound by tradition. As her kids would say, he really turned her on.

Regina squirmed upon him, and when her slickened labia nudged the renewed bulb of his cock, it was only natural for her to make adjustments so that it would work inside the lips. She was going to be fucked twice in one day, with that marvelous, stimulating oral love spaced between the screwings. It was more than she had expected, since her own husband didn't get it up again, after the first time.

But Chuck's long, firm prick went slipping into the vagina so receptive for it, and the lips of her pussy closed over the round shaft with a feeling of contentment. Seated upon him this way, she could lift her upper body and lean back, and that would seat his cock deeply, solidly within her sheath. Regina did it, smiling as she felt the wonder of the penis within her body.

Still, as she fucked the man, she couldn't help thinking of her husband, and what his reaction would be, if somehow he knew.

She moved through the day in a rosy haze, not really thinking about the daily chores she did through habit, her mind in a whirl from events of the day before. The day she had been so thoroughly fucked by her lover; the magic time when Chuck had gone down on her, when a man had actually eaten her pussy as if he was starving for it.

Maybe he had been starving to taste her pussy, Regina thought, standing in the living room and looking about herself in a warm, loving glow.

She felt giddy and young; she felt so adored. Chuck had turned her on, and she could close her eyes now and feel him between her thighs, feel his long, hard cock sliding into the wet grasping of her labia until it reached full length inside her cunt.