Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

"Let go, Regina!"

She only sucked harder, her long hair making a coverlet across his heaving belly. The semen couldn't be held back for another moment, and came rushing out the tip of his prick in a hot torrent. Hissing along her tongue, the come was thick and creamy, tasting strongly yet sweetly of man's essence and his love.

Bill groaned and bucked, driving the length of his cock into her mouth, bumping the head against her throat. She had been expecting that, so it didn't make her gag. But when he tried to relax, she continued to siphon him, swallowing every slippery drop of his come and licking hungrily across the head of his prick for more.

Lovingly, she nibbled his softening cock, lapping it and rolling its head around inside her mouth. When at last she allowed it to slide from her lips, she dropped her mouth beside the pulsing shaft and sucked one of his balls.

His hands shuddered upon her head, then one of them slipped down to stroke her cheek, to finger adoringly over an eyebrow. She had him, Regina thought happily; she had shocked her husband and stunned him beyond anything that had ever happened to him before, but she had also captured him in a stronger web of flesh and lust than that which had held them together in the past.

"Oh baby," he said softly, wonderingly, "that was great."

"You can do it to me now," she said. "Make it great for me, too."

As she crawled up his body, kissing first his rib cage, then the tautness of his nipples, she could sense his withdrawal, his reluctance to go down on her in turn.

Bill said, as she was biting tenderly at his throat. "I never did that, Regina; you know I never did that."

She told a white lie: "I didn't, either. But you liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I-it was so different, like nothing that ever happened to me. And because you were doing it for me, it was better.

But I don't know if I can-I mean, my mouth on you like that-"

She kissed his lips, and knew that he did not realize he was getting a taste of his own semen. Tonguing him lightly, prompted by her newfound sexual freedom, Regina said, "Sure you can, and you will." Then she kept right on going up his body, rubbing the dewy hairiness of her pussy lips up his belly, then across his chest.

Her thighs held his head pinned into position, and she stared down at his mouth, at his chin only inches from the eager wetness of her mound.

"Love my pussy, Bill; use your mouth to love my pussy, as you've used your prick so often. Make me squeal and wiggle, darling; make me come."

His hands were on her thighs, trembling a little, and he tentatively kissed the inner surface of her thighs, his breath stirring into her pubic hairs.

"I don't know how," he said, but no longer shocked, no longer repelled.

"But if you'll tell me what to do-"

That was what young Carey said: tell me what to do; show me how to fuck you, Mrs. Abbott. And his father had already known how, all she had needed with Chuck was the opportunity. Now she had to teach her own husband the things one of her lovers had shown her, and that was all right, too.

"Just lick me," she said, pushing the curly bronzed hairs of her cunt closer to him, lifting her ass slightly from his upper chest. "Lick my pussy lips as if you're a little puppydog. And when you're ready, shove your tongue right on inside me. You know where the clit is, darling-that's where you do most of your eating."

With that instruction, Regina pushed her cunt right into his face, brought it down to cover most of his face with her crotch. She placed her hands on top of his head to brace herself, and felt the hot lapping of his tongue as he followed her directions. When her husband shoved into her labia, spreading them with the thickness of his tongue, she shivered. It was a wild feeling, to have him eating into her snatch for the first time, after all the years they had been married, after all the fuckings they had shared, without oral love.

"Eat it," she said breathlessly, "oh Bill, my darling-eat my cunt!

Bite into it, lick it, suck it. Oh yes, suck my pussy, Bill!"

His fingers dug into her thighs as he did exactly that, drawing her cunt lips into his mouth, pulling in the soft inner membranes and applying pressure to them. His tongue darted hotly in and out, caressing the intense feeling of her clitoris. Bill got the knack of bringing out the little nubbin, and when he got his teeth around it, she hunched violently against his mouth, rolling her ass and feeding him her pussy.

"Chew me up and swallow me!" she ordered, pressing on his head to force his gasping mouth ever deeper into her inflamed cunt. "Eat my pussy, Bill-suck me and gobble me-oohh! Oh, darling-that's so good-so good!"

He was into it now, burrowing his nose and mouth into her undulating cunt, running his tongue full length and sucking the clit into his teeth. She rode his head, fucked his face and clamped it between her knees, put pressure upon it with her thighs, being the bitch goddess, the masterful cunt. And her husband loved it, luxuriated in her dominance, gulped and ate her cunt for all he was worth.

She couldn't hold it back, nor did she try. Moaning and shaking, Regina gripped his head and pumped her pussy savagely over his mouth, wetting his chin and his cheeks, grinding and humping as the orgasm built to magnificent proportions within her body.

"I'm coming, Bill! Oh-ahh-yes, oh yes! I'm coming, coming-eat me-oohh-aahh! COMING!"

He growled into her flexing cunt, bit deep and drew madly upon her vagina as she pounded her crotch upon his face. White hot stars shot across her eyes, and a rapture so keen as to be almost a pain, broke within her pussy. Her thighs quivered, and she knew again the compression of her asshole, the streaming flow of her inner juices. She came, and she came, and for a few crazy seconds thought that perhaps she would come forever.

Bonelessly, she slipped from his greasy face and melted beside him, sliding down his heaving chest to press her tits there, to blend her well-sucked pussy into the new hardness of his revitalized cock.

"Oh Bill, Bill," she breathed against his ear. "That was so wonderful for me."

"For me, too," he admitted. "Never thought I'd enjoy eating a woman's cunt, but I did. Makes us seem a lot closer, doesn't it?"

"Yes, darling." Even as she answered, she was wiggling nearer, rubbing the juicy dripping of her labia over the swollen shaft of his prick.

"It makes me so hot I can hardly stand it. I'm ready to go again-aren't you?"

And without waiting for his answer, she took his prick in one hand and guided the spongy head of it into the oily lips of her cunt. A twist and a hunch, and the hard shaft pushed deeply into the wet velvet of her vagina, where it thrilled her turned-on pussy.

Slowly and eagerly, she fucked him, or rather, they fucked together, reveling in the easy screwing, in the wetly lubricated inner surfaces of her cunt, in the manly stiffness of his prick. They moved together with the long familiarity of people who had repeated the selfsame act a thousand times or more, and the tender fitting of cock into pussy was good.

But, Regina thought, it wasn't really the same as always, for a new life stirred within her vagina, and a new hardness enlivened his cock.

She had aroused them both to fever pitch by first going down on him, then practically forcing him to eat her in turn.

There was a new awareness of themselves as individuals, a difference to their lovemaking now. He seemed to treat her body with respect that bordered upon awe, his fingers stroking over the cheeks of her ass, his mouth tucked now into the musky valley between her tits.

And she found she was enjoying him much more, that her introduction to oral sex had brightened all her senses, made them sharper. Maybe her affairs with the Bakers, father and son, had ripened her body, made it hotter and wetter and more giving, therefore more capable of receiving love.