R Simpson - Massage parlor wife

"Oh, baby, have you got a tight asshole," he panted, as he pushed it into her. "This feels fantastic! Fuck it, baby. Fuck it!"

Terry was now discovering there was some pleasure in anal intercourse for herself, and the gradual pleasure built until she thoroughly enjoyed his ramming, driving penis thrusting up her hot behind.

"Ahhh – ohhhh, yes – yes," she panted, "Sock it to me! Fuck my ass! I love it!"

The timid housewife turned-on, and her husband was blowing his mind as he realized he'd not only succeeded in invading her beautiful behind, but taught her to enjoy it as well.

"Give it to me," she begged him, and with this kind of encouragement, he rammed it to her with new-found force.

"Ahhhhh – ohhhhh – yes, yes, baby – fuck me!" Bending over her sweating body, he begged, "Twist your tail for your Daddy, honey – yes – like that! Harder, honey, harder!"

Terry kept her behind gyrating as he thrust his meat into her with sharp impact.

"Ahhhh – ohhhhh, it's beautiful," she moaned, twisting her behind, this way, that way, as his slippery mainstem almost slid out of her.

"Don't get that excited, baby," he warned her, "I'll slide out – and we don't want that to happen!"

"Alright," she panted, as she felt his hands reaching for her breasts squeezing them, she felt added pleasure when he groped down to her vagina. His fingers slipped inside her slit, and he began manipulating her clitoris.

"Ohhhh – beautiful," she told him, "That feels fantastic! I like the double action. Yes, yes, fuck me!"

Now, her husband was turned-on, and he continued ramming his rod into her.

"Oh, baby, this is what I call fucking," he panted excitedly, as he rode her asshole.

"Churn your ass around, baby," he begged. Instantly, Terry let her behind revolve around his thrusting penis. The pleasure it produced was so intense Brad felt he might get his rod off any second, so he insisted. "Honey, slow down!"

Terry toned her tempo down, determined to help him extract the utmost pleasure from the act.

"That's it – nice and easy," he panted, pleased that he could keep from going off a little longer. "Slow and easy, baby, your butt's on fire, and I'm going to explode any minute."

By deliberately sliding it in slowly to the hilt, and pulling it out, he managed to maintain his high pitch of pleasure from thrusting his penis up her behind.

"Ohhhh, ahhhh – yes – yess!" he finally gasped, as he couldn't hold it back any longer. "Now, fuck it, baby!" he begged her, "Harder! Yes! Ohhhh, I'm coming! I'm coming!" The hot sperm splashed inside her anus, and she ground her hips around vigorously.

"Like that, lover," he panted, delighted to see how instinctively Terry could entertain him. "Ohhh, baby, you're beautiful! Beautiful!"

When she'd drained him, he slowly eased himself out, and as Terry felt him pulling his penis out of her, she wished they could always be connected.

As Brad flopped over, he was so completely contented he went to sleep, which didn't please Terry at all. All night long she slept fitfully, waking early in the morning, and reaching over she stroked his male member.

Groggily, he looked at her.

"You want some more action?" he smiled, as he felt her creating a big erection.

"Yes, luv," she nodded, "I'm so hot – I've got to be…"

"Go ahead – say it – 'fucked' – isn't that what you want me to do?"

Terry nodded.

"There's nothing wrong or dirty about the word honey, don't be afraid to ask me to ball you when you want it, because. I aim to please!" Saying this, he gripped his huge penis, and pointed it at her.

"I want you to lick it a minute till you get me rip-roaring to screw. Then, I'll really give you what you want – nine inches of action, baby…"

But now Brad was getting out of the bed, and going to the bathroom to urinate.

"Hurry up," Terry insisted.

"It isn't easy to take a leak when you've got a hard-on, honey – hold your snatch, I'll be right with you."

Finally, he did manage to urinate and then he returned to have sex with his wife. She was spread out invitingly, her legs offering him an eager invitation.

"You're really a turn-on," Brad smiled, "I'm glad you aren't as shy as you were when we first got married."

"You've given me a very good sex education," she smiled. But Brad wasn't going to let her be the aggressor when he proceeded to have morning sex with her.

He pointed his penis at her mouth, and for a moment, Terry hesitated.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"I don't know," she said, "I guess it's hard to do it in the daylight – I'm used to sucking on it in the dark."

"Baby, it won't bite you – go ahead – open," he insisted, "my peter tastes good, sweetheart!"

Immediately, his hands went out, and as she felt his fingers stroking through her hair, she felt under his domination, and loving his male aggressiveness, submitted. Easing himself into her slowly, she licked upon just the end of it.

"Ohh, that feels good," Brad smiled, glancing in the mirror to watch his hard penis slide in, slide out, as his balls jiggled at her chin.

"That's enough," he finally told her, "Any more of that and I'll shoot my wad…"

Just then the phone rang interrupting their scintillating sex act. Pulling out of her mouth, he said, "Damnit – I don't want to answer that, but it might be the boss."

Going over to the phone, he answered it.

"Yes – yes – I've got it in my den – in the desk – could I call you back?"

"Yes, I'll get it – hang on – I'll pick it up in the office." Brad didn't say a word, but Terry knew it was his boss, and it apparently was important.

As she looked at the place where his body had been a moment before, she felt suddenly terrifyingly alone. She couldn't wait for him to return.

Finally, he did, and she looked at his penis dangling between his legs.

"Come over here, baby," she smiled, and Brad went over to her, straddling her eagerly. Lowering, he aimed his behind at her face, and ordered, "Lick it…"

His penetrating eyes riveted on his timid wife, that he'd taught to turn-on. She had rebelled against giving him blow-jobs until he'd illustrated just how much fun she could have on the sucking end of the action. Now, she liked it. The first time he'd suggested backdoor sex, she howled. Now, she was agreeable. So, he finally decided that all that it required to get her to experiment a little was coaching.

But to Terry, the idea of using her tongue on her husband's behind was something that never entered her mind. Looking up at her husband's buttocks, she shook her head. Instead of angering Brad, it only increased his delight at coaxing her to do it for hint.

"Go ahead, honey," he insisted, "Lick it!"

As his anus came closer, Terry knew she had no way out but to do as he told her. She let her tongue swipe up, and suddenly she was indeed licking her husband's anus, in spite of her dire dislike for it.

But the excitement that surfaced in her husband was a reward for she'd never seen Brad so excited about anything they'd done sexually. He was actually shaking so much it was with some difficulty she managed to keep her tongue in his anus.

"I like it – I like it," her husband cried out passionately, giving her instructions. "Keep your tongue stiff when you're doing my asshole," he guided her.

Immediately, Terry stiffened her tongue and jabbed it up her husband's hot, twisting asshole, stiffening as she did so. He began wiggling all over the place. Her hands gripped his firm, round behind, as she discovered a new pleasure in his fascinating asshole. Her licking, jabbing, thrusting tongue tantalized, and excited Brad so much he thought he'd flip out.

"Ohh, honey, that's fabulous," he squealed, as she not only gripped his buttocks, but began massaging him there.