Con Demerest - Her anal perversion

John formed his lips tightly to the outer edges of her swollen, hair-ringed labia. He plunged his tongue deep into her slippery, secretion-beaded vagina and began diving her delicious muff with all the oral expertise at his command. For a moment, he tongue fucked her furiously. Then he tickled her man in the boat with the tip of his flashing tongue. "AHHHHH, AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH!" Alice chanted mindlessly, while she buried her fingers in his unruly red hair and rubbed her cunt jerkily at his pleasure-giving mouth. "John, John darrrlliinnggg!!!"

Nothing would've pleased John more than to eat her tangy twat for an hour. But Alice was already spinning off into a climax. When he caught her elongated clit with his lips and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue scrubbing her raw-nerved bottom furiously, she bowed up and screamed. Her convulsing vagina splashed a wave of hot cunt cream over his lips just as her throbbing pleasure nubble drew back twitchingly into her body.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhh… cumminngg John, John… oh, God. Gggaaahhhhhhhh…darling, I'm cuummmiinnggg…oouuuuuu… ccccuuuum mmmmiiiiinnnnggggggg!!!" John gulped down with relish the first few gushes of her clear cuntal nectar. Then his mouth deserted her spasming snatch out of necessity rather than choice. The ecstatic groaning and writhing of the woman he loved grabbed at his nuts and set his semen to boiling. Fearing he would waste his load on the bed it he dallied for a second, he dived atop Alice and lunged his womb-jamming dong balls-deep into the silky tunnel of her orgasmically fluttering pussy. "Aaaarrrrgggghhhhii!" She squealed like a stuck pig.

Alice wasn't complaining, though. It hurt all way up when he crammed his gigantic cock into her, but it was a delicious hurt, a wonderous, awe-inspiring flash of hot, sexual pain. She thought she was going to pass out, and she probably would've if her cuntflesh hadn't been so receptively lax and loose. Even so, the fit of his fully planted root and her small, snug vagina was incredibly tight.

"Ahh, goddamn!" John groaned, shuddering and then he began grunting in the typical male fashion as his vaginally sheathed organ erupted like a volcano of flesh.

Torrents of his white-lava cum gushed into the depths of Alice's heaving belly. The jets of steaming ejaculate thumped against the ultra-sensitive neck of her uterus and ricocheted around in the far end of her cock-stuffed vagina. Sperm washed down the lubricated walls of her cuntal sleeve and oozed out in a foamy white wave past the tight connection of her inflamed, snapping pussy lips and the flared base of his pulsating prick.

The inundation of her lover's fuck juice came just when Alice's climax was fading. It thrilled her to the core of her being to have John's cum bathing her womb. The force of the pulsing spray from his pounding organ plunged her headlong into another orgasm, and its intensity dwarfed the one preceding it. Her legs flopped jerkily about. She screamed with the agony – ecstasy of this soul-rending climax. Her head dug into the pillow, and she threw her arms around him.

"Ohhh, yess! My darling! Shoot it hot and deep! Aaarrgghhh oooohhhhh… ohh, John…cum, baby, ccuuummmh! Me, too! Gggaaaahhhhh! I'm going off… again! Oh God, John… I'm cccuuuummiinnnggg!!"

Locked together, clasping cunt and cum-spurting cock, they shuddered with ecstasy and clung desperately to one another, riding out the fulfilling tide of their simultaneous orgasm. But when the heat of their orgasmic moment had passed, John turned a bit pale. He cursed, jerked his limbering rod from her spermy hole and flopped dejectedly onto his back.

"What is it, John? What's wrong?" Alice asked with alarm.

"I forgot to put on a rubber!" he wailed, reaching guiltily under the pillow and producing an unopened packet of three. "Damn it, that's ill we need! What if I knocked you up!?!"

"You could marry me, if you did make me pregnant, you know!" Alice replied a bit huffily.

"Yes," he said, "And I will, too, if it comes to that. But, Christ, I've got alimony to pay, and a bunch of debts to make good, and I don't want any more kids! I love you, Alice, but I sure as hell hope you didn't get caught this time. Don't you ever let me stick it into you again without a rubber on it. It'll be a year or more before I could support you and your kids properly."

Alice burst out laughing.

"What's funny?" he snapped. "This is serious, Alice!"

"You're funny sight now, you lovable lug. Oh, Darling, relax, will you? You didn't knock me up, my period's due to start tomorrow. I'll get back on the Pill, okay? As for these," she said, making a distasteful face as she took the packet of condoms from his hand and flung them away, "don't you dare put a damned rubber on when you're going to screw me, lover. I don't want anything between me and that big sweet dick of yours, understand? When you cum in me, I want to feel it, baby!"

"Yeah," he grinned. "Like I said before, baby, the better I get to know you, the more I love you. You're my kind of woman, Alice. Damn, how I wish I'd met you first instead of my ex-wife!"

"I'm afraid you would've been disappointed in me then, John." Alice told him as she rolled on top of him and began kissing down his sparsely haired chest.

"I'm just tonight beginning to appreciate sex. Do you think you could get it up once more if I help you with my mouth? Because I'd love to have another fucking before you take me home."

It was more than an hour later when John and the well-fucked Alice left his apartment. She fairly glowed with contentment as he drove her home. He'd reamed her pussy good, and a tiny trickle of her menstrual blood was already beginning to flow.

"Did you learn anything else, John? Did Dr. Gordan permit you to speak with Mister Denton face to face, like you wanted?"

"Yeah," he said, his expression turning serious.

Then he stared straight ahead as he drove, and Alice could see the muscles in his cheeks working.

"Well, tell me about it, Darling," Alice urged. "Don't keep me in suspense."

"Maybe you'd be better off that way," he mumbled.

"It's that bad?"

"Could be," he said. "I might've been wrong, Alice. Not about their scheme, though. I'm positive they set out to con you. But it looks bad for both you and my company now."

"Then Mister Denton's back really is broken, after all?"

"Maybe Denton misjudged your speed, or injured his spine when he hit the pavement after he slapped your fender and did a deliberate somersault… or something. All I know about his condition is what I saw, Alice. I stood there and watched Gordan take a long, sterile hatpin and run it clear through Denton's thigh. And then his other thigh, and both of his calves. Denton didn't flinch once, so I know he wasn't faking it. It looks like he's paralyzed, all right. Either that or Gordan gave him a spinal block before I got there. There's one other possibility, of course. Gordan could've induced a temporary paralysis in Denton by using a posthypnotic suggestion, but he didn't appear to be under hypnosis while I was there. All I know is, if they put on that same stunt for a jury, we're dead, ducks."

"Then I'm still going to take care of the poor man when Doctor Gordan releases him from his office."

"I don't like the idea of Denton in the same house with you, Alice. It could be dangerous, if he isn't paralyzed."

"But what if he is, John? And we can't be absolutely sure, can we? No, I've got to do it. I'd never be able to live with my conscience if I didn't. I keep thinking that maybe it really was an accident, in spite of all you've told me, and you've got to admit it could've been."

"Yeah," he grudgingly admitted, "But if it was an accident, it was a billion-to-one shot, and I don't like those odds. And why did Denton call for Gordan? And why isn't he in a regular hospital? No, damn it, it was no accident, even if his back is actually broken. There's no doubt in my mind. Denton deliberately ran out at your car for the express purpose of faking an accident."